357 RTYY 353 - One's Righteous Path

Snow was carrying an armful of flowers. He didn't know what they were called, but they were certainly beautiful, with their frail white petals, their sweet scent filling his nose. They had been a gift from the children, as a way to thank him for blessing the crops of the family of one of the younger boys. Suddenly, what was supposed to be a beautiful, lush field of vegetables, had withered away without explanation. Snow had seen that sad phenomena happen a lot, since he'd arrived at this place. The land would simply refuse to provide what was needed to grow healthy crops, even though the village was surrounded by a beautiful, healthy, large forest. And so the poor family had petitioned the village's Chief for his help. Thankfully he had granted it, Snow sighed.

TsaWan, LanWan's father, was a hard, serious man. And he made a point to control Snow's every move, regarding who and when he helped those in need. Snow was, after all, the Sacred Heavenly Envoy. And the people needed to understand how blessed they were, that such sacred being would actually step down to their level and be willing to help them. Snow's golden markings were to be used only in dire situations. Only by doing so the people would value this Heavenly blessing.

Snow didn't agree with TsaWan's ideals. Not one bit. He didn't need people kneeling at his feet, practically adoring him as if he were a God. He much rather walk amongst them, talk with them, learn from them, listen to them sing while they worked the fields. Besides, using his markings to help other people came as easy as breathing to him. He didn't understand why he couldn't simply do what he could to help them, since he had no other way to contribute to those who have been caring for him since he had come into being. He was more than certain that TsaWan, even LanWan, would never allow him to plow the fields like everyone else. Which meant that, using his golden markings was pretty much the only thing he was allowed to do.

Looking at the beautiful flowers he carried, Snow understood those children's gesture and the need to, somehow, repay him, even though he didn't feel his action deserving of such attention. The crops had withered. He had the ability to easily restore them without effort. As such, he had simply done the obvious, logical thing to do. He was just glad that the small boy and his family wouldn't have to go hungry.

Even though he didn't like it, by now he had learned that, whenever he used his markings to help the villagers, the people he helped, and their families felt the strange need to show their gratitude by giving him things. And so, Snow would politely accept them, even though he had no need for such things and, most of the times, ended up giving them to someone else who made better use of them.

Today they had given them flowers. And yes, they were beautiful, their large pure white petals speckled with small purple dots. But Snow still wished they hadn't picked them. He would have been a lot happier if they had simply taken him to where the flowers grew, so that he could admire them where they belonged. Or if they had painted a picture of a field of those beautiful white flowers and given him that instead.

With a sigh, Snow made his way towards the house of the Village's Chief, where he had been living since LanWan had found him. LanWan hadn't been able to accompany him that morning, and so the always silent SilverWater, a servant of LanWan's household, had closely followed his every steps, like he always did whenever he left the house alone.

He had tried to talk to the tall man, inquire about how he had come to work for LanWan's family. He had basically tried to fill that heavy silence with some form of pleasant conversation. But SilverWater never even looked at him, his gaze constantly cast down, much less addressed him in any way. As if Snow needed that kind of protection just to take a stroll outside.

The people living in the village were still the same that had welcomed him with open arms, not too long ago. That had offered him clothes for him to wear, since there was no one his size living in LanWan's house. Back then, he had been able to thank them directly, had been able to talk to them, had been able to simply sit somewhere nearby and watch them go about their lives. Now, he couldn't even step out outside without TsaWan's permission, and he could never do so unguarded, which meant that either LanWan was able to accompany him or SilverWater would follow him wherever he went, like a silent shadow. Looking back, Snow couldn't understand at all how things had become like this. He just knew that it made him feel … sad. And that, somehow, it was wrong.

Looking at the poor flowers he carried in his arms, Snow sighed again. He would have to find them a nice place, full of sunlight and with lots of water where he could replant them. And he immediately knew just where he would place them. With his help, he was sure the beautiful flowers would grow new roots in no time at all. At least they would be able to resume their rightful path in life. Flowers didn't bloom so that ignorant people would then pick them and stick them inside some jar for their selfish pleasure. They had their own purpose. Their own mission. And it wasn't fair that other people would just swoop in and forcibly drag them from their righteous path. Snow only wished that understanding his own mission, finding his own righteous path, would be that easy.

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A/N: Both Snows' visions of the world are just too hard to integrate with this darkened reality. I guess they would both be a lot happier in a world with no Human Beings? 🤔

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