Lion Head Mesa You leapt from crumbling bridges

Complimented for her movements. Hyacinth felt honored beyond belief. For something that made her feel childish, another saw beauty.

It is not quite something I was taught, She informed this girl. In the village from where I come, we loved to dance as children... especially in the flower fields... A small giggle fell her lips as she reminisced those moments. We thought of ourselves as those lowers, following along with their motions. It holds great beauty, you see. An adequate reasoning, they had thought. After all, what was more beautiful than the flowers while they were carried by the wind.

The girl went on to explain her futuristic desires. She was to be a queen, and wanted others beside her.

I have never seen a court before, much less been apart of one. In my village, we were guided by our elders. But there was no royalty. None were above another, though we did indeed consider our elders to be significant to us. They have lived long, for they hold superior knowledge and know best how to guide us in life through their experiences.