Part 10: Time to go home
Moira gently set the dim flower into the basket she made, and handed it to Charlie. They stood on the bridge as the creek below them flowed. Charlie held the basket close to her, and smiled sadly. Carefully, she leaned over the old bridge and set the basket in the water, holding onto it before the current could take it away.
The flower burst into small yellow lights, before darkening once again. Charlie gave the basket a small push. The creek carried the basket as if a baby was hidden inside. Yellow lights decorated the creek water. Charlie waved goodbye, holding tightly onto the seed in her other hand.
“I promise I’ll take care of it,” Charlie whispered. She sniffed, and turned to Moira, hugging her tightly. “Will you help me?”
“Ya know I will,” Moira said.
Charlie looked up at the sky, letting go of Moira. The last few stars were flying across the sky, and the moonlight spilled onto the plains and trees surrounding the meadows. “We should probably get back to the festival,” she said. “Before someone notices we’re gone.”
Moira laughed, and grabbed her friend’s hand. Together, they ran out of the forest and back to the village, hoping to find some candy before the festival ended.