As you start to bloom in the smoky forest, thorns unexpectedly came from you at the same time. It was like the ones in roses. I never thought it was possible. How? I don’t know. What? Maybe I could give you answers to the puzzle that you, yourself created. Clearly, you aren’t capable yet of handling things like that. It takes a lot of wisdom to see things that are invisible. And I who thinks knows better needs a lot of courage and strength to be patient enough to understand and get this through. Violet, apparently your name and whatever it stands for is quite contradicting. And I have to admit that, that’s how I see you now, different – one element defining two symbols. Sweet creature, your innocence isn’t leading you right. Your poisonous thorns are giving you away. Darling, it’s eating you up through immaturity instead of growth. I may not be perfect but I’m honestly wishing I could give you the same nourishment I got when I was at your stage. I am hopelessly wishing I could make it ...
Meleria Mangaring