New Beginnings

JP with Lorem and Cindy

Islana wanted to get the flower moved before it could be trampled on. There was something pulling on her that it was very important.

The young woman looked around for her friend but was having problems finding him. Then, in her quest, Islana turned a corner to find Gonyaul sitting in the hall. He was sitting with his legs crossed, on each other, and starring at a tapestry on the wall.

The redhead didn't know what he was doing and wanted to not startle him so her voice came out softly, "Gonyaul?"

Gonyaul stood up from his seated position without using his hands to assist and bowed in greeting to Islana. The gesture was married with the special sign language he was known to do in such instances, or if he became more passionate when talking.

“Gāur no aiaf” he smiled. It meant girl on fire, but he had never told her that.

“My smile you make bigger now.” He added graciously

Telling from her tone, he could see she was here to ask something of him.

“Need help?”

Islana gave a nod to the man, she had all but lost her smile though his did make her feel better.

"Yes," the young woman did need his help. "Can you help move a flower to someplace safe?"

The redhead wasn't sure she could explain why it was important to her but it clearly was. She was hoping that Gonyaul would understand and be one of the few people that might not think it strange.

He didn’t miss a beat and nodded. He gestured for her to follow him.

“New home we find.” He was on a mission now with Islana in tow.

Gonyaul walked quickly, Islana would have to pick up the pace. He led her to the kitchen.

The staff inside all waved to Gonyaul like they were friends. Gonyaul bowed in reply.

One of the kitchen aids, a young lady called to him. “Gonyaul tell us something……”

Gonyaul stopped to think. “Tis a new day, I never seen it before.”

They chuckled in response. Adding another phrase to their collection. Then continued on their work as Gonyaul moved over to an individual and whispered something.

Gonyaul returned to Islana and waited patiently. The gentleman had stopped chopping vegetables and was retrieving a few items.

Islana was still fast and keeping up with Gonyaul was of little problem. Glad he had agreed to help her.

The redhead knew the man knew what he was doing when it came to plants but didn't expect to be taken to the kitchen. It came as even more of a surprise when the staff waved as if he were old friends of theirs.

Islana did recongize the people on the staff, well, some of them. The ones who served food or had just been around. She had been withdrawn enough to not notice what had been happening with Gonyaul and the staff at the Keep but Islana had still been polite and nice to the staff.

The staff had seem to understand something had tramatic had happened to the young woman so they had been gentle and spoke softly around her. To see them more outgoing was definitely different for her.

Different but nice and Islana was glad Gonyaul had seemed to find a kind of footing here. It was good to see.

The redhead stood in the kitchen, and waited with Gonyaul for the man who was now retrieving some items. Not sure exactly what that was about but trusting Gonyaul.

The man brought over a pitcher full of water, a large serving spoon, a cloth and an apple. He handed them all to Gonyaul one at a time.

Gonyaul passed the apple to Islana, “for you”. Then, taking the things, he bowed goodbye to which they did the same mimicking him and exited with Islana in tow once more.

He hurried to the stables where he had a similar greeting from a few workers as in the kitchen.

He handed the kitchen items to Islana as one of the stable boys took Gonyaul away. Moment later, Gonyaul returned with a small pot with a small hole in the bottom and a few pieces of charcoal.

The young boy laughed as they departed ways. Gonyaul had responded to his question with, “If you no remember, you will forget.”

Looking to Islana he looked ready now. “We go to flower now?”

Islana was surprised by all of this but then thought maybe she shouldn't be. Gonyaul had a good heart and had a kind of wisdom about him, it was only a matter of people seeing it.

When Gonyaul had gathered what he needed, Islana led him to the courtyard and directly to the flower. It was clearly the first one of the season, at least in that area, a display of green with yellow crowing it's petals. She pointed it out to the man.

Gonyaul got down on his hands and knees and began the transplanting process. He took the pot and placed some nearby rocks in a layer at the bottom to cover the small hole there. This was to aid with proper drainage of excess water and moisture. He then took the serving spoon and dug some dirt from the ground and placed it into the pot. He then used his hands to mix in the charcoal pieces. They would help the soil hold more water and allow the plant’s root system to get more nutrients.

Next he took the serving spoon and very carefully removed the flower from its courtyard perch. While doing so he whispered,

“Iaraw iroy om ieg aw usedatana ak atana aw ukagno iroy om iama kkinō ot ikust on emam net ot ij atana aw ihsataw in usameruk ak etihsos atana on akaw-as ot ibokoroy ag ihsataw on hsamatī in nihs'ynū urus etihsos ihsataw on orokok o etihsatim iasaduk ami on yō in, urah iroy iakaw ihsataw aw”

Once it was safely replanted in the pot, Gonyaul added some more dirt and smoothed out the surface. Then he gave the flower a gentle drink of water from the pitcher. And used the cloth to wipe his hands clean.

Satisfied with the results, he handed the pot to Islana from still down on the ground.

“New beginnings.” He encouraged both the flower and Islana.

New Beginnings, that's why it was so important to her. The flower represented a lot to her.

"Yes, I suppose this flower and me can work on that together." Islana commented. "Thank you for helping me."

A thought occured to her, maybe, in the start of beginning to move forward. "You asked me a while back what my story was, I never answered you. Would you still like to know?"

It seemed to important to him, asking that question to people, and she thought it might be time she told someone else. Or maybe more than one. But Gonyaul was right here and gone out of his way to help her, again, so she could give him this.

He nodded, pleased he could be of assistance. He was encouraged she had a friend, the flower, to go on the journey with her.

When she offered to open up about her story, Islana would see his eyes sparkle like a kid waiting to open a present. He stood and gestures for them both to take a seat off to the side of the courtyard.

“Most yes, please.” He gave her his undivided attention.