Tale 92- The Untamed Feelings

 Wandering along the forest path, the Traveler came to a much calmer area along the path, where a little town lay. The Traveler found a small missing clog and picked it up, wondering if someone had dropped it. Heading into the town, she held it out so people could see it, and after a while, a woman came forward. “Oh, you found my daughter’s clog! Thank you, kind stranger.” She smiled, the Traveler giving a smile in response. “What can I do in return?” the woman asked, the Traveler getting her sensation and feeling a slightly wider smile creep over her lips. “Could you tell me your best story?” she asked, the woman being surprised but obliging nonetheless, leading her toward the edge of a riverbank and the two of them sitting on rocks, the woman telling the story of ‘the Untamed Feelings’

‘Once upon a time, there lived a young girl who was born with plants and vines growing from her scalp alongside her hair. Various flowers and vines would bloom, entwining themselves with her hair, curling around like ribbons to make her look pretty. As a child, these were seen as unique, but as she grew older the world became far less kind, bullying and mocking her for her perceived flaw. Due to the teasing, the girl began to hide and cut away the flowers, though every single time she got emotional or upset, they would flare up and reappear almost instantly. Consequently, she tried to become more restrained, much quieter and more reserved, but she suffered deeply due to suppressing so many feelings until she couldn’t take it anymore. As she grew, she decided to focus more on herself and what she needed, and eventually the flowers began to grow in a much more controlled and beautiful way, the girl finding people who found them beautiful and unique. And as time passed, she was given the nickname Wildflower, as she walks her own path and refuses to let the judgement of others cloud her perception of her worth.’

The Traveler smiled as she wrote the story, enjoying the positive turn the story took, and wondered if she would gain a new nickname someday. Though she called herself the Traveler and not her old name, she wondered if it would be possible to be given a new name and a new purpose after the current one. Thanking the woman, the Traveler moved on, continuing down the path where the terrain seemed more and more familiar with each step.

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