Lush golds, streaked with greens, blues and various other colours streamed across the sky. Kyra couldn't help but stop and stare at the edge of the fields. She'd rarely seen such wonderful sights, and although she'd passed around the lands of Pormont itself, she'd avoided the fields themselves in favour of roadways that led directly to destinations.
As she stood, staring out into the wondrous fields that littered the horizon, she couldn't help but wonder if she'd made a mistake staying away from this area for so long. Truthfully, she'd only returned due to necessity, but now that she was here, she had to admit that it was absolutely gorgeous.

Sometimes beauty is in the things we originally missed...and if this isn't beauty...
Her eyes lingered on a collection of blues, purples and silvers that stood out against the larger golds of the wheat fields themselves. The groupings of flowers were the reason that Kyra had ventured to this area to begin with, but now that she was here she almost felt like it would be criminal to try and take any of the pieces for herself - or rather, for the coming festival.
So much effort put into growing these pieces, it's almost shameful to pluck a single one. She knew the thought was folly; the flowers were needed for bouquets for the festival, and they would surely grow back in time. Although, there was always a chance they wouldn't - something that Kyra was beginning to learn was possible in this wondrous and oddly realistic world. No matter how much time seemed to pass, she was always amazed at the world itself - the way in which it felt so real. Sometimes I forget that this really is just a game. It certainly doesn't always feel like one.
She turned at the sound of some passing farmhands, headed back from whatever work they'd done in the fields in time for the lunch hour. Kyra recognised a few of them - they'd been at the farmhouse when she'd asked permission to obtain a collection of the flowers. The permission had cost her more than she would have liked, but she was determined not to show up to her first celebration without something to show for it.

The rumours were real though...this place was definitely worth the travel time.
She'd been told back in Astorea that the farms here were still welcoming to Starcalled, so long as they didn't cause any trouble. Thankfully, the ones that she'd been dealing with had been extra kind - so much so that they'd given her a small discount on the costs for picking the flowers, allowing her to gather as many as she needed for the task she had at hand.

Still...it's such a shame. Not that they'd last forever, anyways...I'll need to make sure that I preserve them as best as possible - maybe some sort of weaving that can lengthen their lifespan once they're cut?
She mumbled to herself as she stepped into the wheatfield, making her way down the column that made an pseudo-pathway to the flowers, a smile spreading across her face as she went.