The Milletian receives a letter on a sunny day. The sender isn’t listed as anyone familiar to her, so her heart sinks a bit on reflex- that could really spell trouble. She gives her head a firm shake, willing away the thoughts of endless disaster. Courage gathered, she tears into the letter: a plain and simple request for help, politely requesting a meeting in Dugald Aisle. Relieved to find it lacking in urgency, desperation, terror, or the like, she decides it couldn’t hurt to head over. Helping out is what a hero does, after all!
Ambling up Dugald Aisle, the Milletian finds herself in a field of growing sunflowers. She begins to wonder how long it’s been since she walked through here, as that’s quite a change. At least it’s a pleasant one, she muses, trying not to think too hard about moon stones raining down. A call of greeting ahead of her breaks her pensive mood. The person who asked her here? She brightens and waves on her way over, ready to see what she can do.
The old man standing before the Milletian explains himself and his situation, thanking her for showing up. I’m sure you have been very busy, but it’s not something I can do all on my own. She understands, of course, and accepts eagerly. For one man to go so far, planting such a field of flowers just to recapture a moment of joy for his wife? Call her sentimental, but the Milletian finds her heart full. A task such as this might not require the full extent of her admittedly overwhelming power, but she decides to give the field her all. For what feels like the first time in a long time.. the Milletian finds herself feeling glad to be needed.