Reunion at the Crossroads: Lost

It was a peacful, serene night. Nyamui, per usual was sleeping like a rock. The campfire in frontof me gave off a warm glow and crackles. Wind whooshed through the trees, over the nearby creek. It's in quiet moments like these where I had a moment of weakness as adjusted our travel plans and began to write a letter.

 

IT'S LOUD! Why'd Syr drag me to a festival? People are so rambunctious and energetic. She doesn't even allow me to hold her hand anymore. " 'Stop holding my hand! You just make me drqag you around everywhere! Stand on your own two feet for once!" She said. Well jokes on her, she lost track of me! After a few minutes of standing in the middle of the busy street looking at all the people pass, a floating flower landed square on my face. It's probobly not a good thing for either of us if I'm lost. I stretch my arms out , and pop I summon my cloud, Strife. I roll on top of him and float up above that darn festival hustle and bustle. The streets are lined with flower stalls of all kinds. Even in the residential areas, townsfolks have put up some cute decorations, lining their windows with flowers and stuff. Anyways, where has Syr sulked off to? My eyes glazed over building after building until seeing a rather large greenhouse on the edge of the festivities. She mentioned something about a greenhouse at one point, her uncle runs on, I think? Hold on. There's a letter stuffed in my robes.