you belong among the wildflowers [zons]

[Sarkis]

The Jungle caved in, Beqanna followed. That is the series of unfortunate events as Sarkis would recall them. Tossed, head over heel, spiraling out of control and contorted until she was unceremoniously dropped on a Mountain. Oh she knew it was a mountain all right, the closeness of the trees, the altitude and thin air. It certainly wasn't home in any case, there were no lush greens, no exotic flowers made of vibrant shades of the rainbow. The wild calls of the Jungle ceased, replaced by the hushed whispers of moving deer. It was quiet, too quiet and she longed for the ruckus of her birthplace, she ached for it even.

She had too often kept to herself and as it goes, you only know how much you love something when it is gone.

When she does come down from the mountain it is spring and the warming air is pleasant against her thin coat. A twig snaps underfoot and she peers down at it for a moment before continuing a winding path through the wood. Trees felt nice that’s all she knew, the closeness of the birch and the oak and maple made her feel better but not whole. Everything had changed, again. It seemed that every time something did change it was enough to leave a wound against her heart, first Mother and Father, then the Jungle.

A sigh finds her, breathing into existence from a tired mouth. She needed to find her sisters.