Larulia (Lyr #38)

This is Part 38 of an on-going serial I’m writing called, “Lyr the Enchanter”. To read the story from the beginning, you can find the story index, here.

I walked and walked, my head empty when I should have been thinking, processing all I had learnt. My mind, however, wouldn’t cooperate. It was overwhelmed.

I paid no attention to where I was or where I was going. I didn’t care. I simply went wherever the breeze decided to take me.

The next thing I knew, I was here. And then I was laughing. I was standing in the middle of a field of larulia, the dream-weaver’s flower. I should have been worried. Larulia was potent in tiny doses and here I was standing in an acre of it. As I inhaled its heady scent, I could feel the magic taking effect.

And so I decided to lie down and rest amongst the pretty flowers. My eyes were quick to close; I felt a smile spread across my face and then I began to drift away, to dream and dream some more…

Written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #38 | Word count: 153 –  a few words over this time round, must try harder…

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