Brilliant Pampas: Round 3

[Ruan]

Ruan

it's not by bone but yet by blade
can break the magic that the devil made

The smell of flowers greeted him as he jolted awake, breathing heavily as his glacial blue eyes scanned around at the remaining individuals facing the quest. Opponents, he should remind himself, but he has always been a failure in everything. And in this he fails, too. He failed to remind himself that these were not his people to care for.

He followed the tasks given to him though as he lurched to his feet, remembering his dream and scavenging the flowers before him. He was first met with a border of red, dying red flowers that had withered away to nearly nothing. He grasped a slavageable one, half-saved by the blight not quite reaching the rest of the flowers.

Then, he grabbed one of each color he could find, firmly holding the fairy's original task in mind. Red, White, Yellow, Pink, Orange.

He grabbed each with a backwards glance at the other, making certain that they were all well enough to complete their own quests, and bolted forward to deliver his result to the Fairy, hoping against all hope that he had been successful in helping heal the Taiga, in healing the entirety of Beqanna. Not for glory, but for the deep unconditional love he offers to all that he chooses to, each innocent soul that has done nothing to deserve this plague.

But he was disappointed, when at her feet, it seemed he had only grabbed many of a single color, the others all vanishing as others before had been better prepared and quicker. He was once again in his life, defeated and a failure, but he spread them out before her regardless. Hoping, for once in his life, that he would be good enough despite knowing so certainly, that as with his only marriage, he could never be good enough. He would fail them all.

and it's not by fire but what's forged in flame
can drown the sorrows of a huntsman's pain