Flowers are not the most important thing

ㅤ Furio clenched his fists, looking at the green clearing. Not a single flower… He and Kyaro had waited so long for this day, cherished so much hope. And it was not misfortunes that could be fought off, nor problems that could be solved that defeated them, but nature itself that turned against them. Furio was ready to act, but he didn't know how, and so his surging energy simply drained away. Devastated, he sat helplessly in the middle of the field, where special flowers bloomed every year at this time. But this year—his and Kyaro's year!—there was nothing. Kyaro sat down next to him, silently supporting him. She understood Furio perfectly. And she felt the same helplessness. Although she wasn't as worried, trying to consider various options for her future. "The ceremony is in a couple of days," Furio decided to speak. He spoke obviously, just to avoid drowning in gloomy thoughts. "We'll think of something," Kyaro reassured him. "We can handle it." "They won't have time to grow up…" Furio couldn't imagine what could help them. "Without passing the coming-of-age ceremony, I won't be given the position of blacksmith's assistant, and I'm well beyond my apprentice's skills." Furio wasn't just worried about himself. He was planning to make a tangible contribution to the welfare of the orphanage, to ease Sister Mill's burden. For all the good she had brought into their lives. For the protection and shelter that had accompanied them since childhood. That's why I wanted to fly out from under the wing as soon as possible. "The ceremony is just a formality. We won't stop growing if we don't get to pass it." Kyaro wanted to convince not only Furio, but herself as well. She understood the importance of the ceremony perfectly well. Not so much the formality, but the moral one. They were about to open the door to the future, to gain independence, but it was as if someone had slammed it in their faces. "The world is made of formalities," Furio persisted. And he would have been happy to give in to Kyaro's persuasion, but something nagged at him. As if the lack of flowers meant something more than the impossibility of holding the ceremony. Feeling Kyaro's despondency with his back, Furio nevertheless gave in, trying to lift both his own and her spirits. "Still, we'll get through this somehow!" As if by accident, he moved his hand, placing it on Kyaro’s tender palm, encouragingly. Stirring her heart… Kyaro shuddered in surprise. She didn't believe it at first. Realizing it, she closed her eyes, absorbing the sensation. Gradually, a smile touched her face. That day, they thought the flowers were their greatest problem. But they didn't know how the "past" and the "future" were watching them, what hope they imbued them with. And they waited no less than them, when they would reach the age to begin the great adventure in the name of saving the world. ㅤ