Mind Yourselves

Rakia listened, her own thoughts weaving around Talyssa's words, stitching them into the fabric of her understanding. A gust of wind sent a flurry of snow dancing around them, each flake catching the sunlight in its descent and exploding with brief brilliance before melting away. Rakia found herself relating to the fleeting life of these snowflakes - each unique and beautiful, their worth not diminished by their brevity or abundance.

"Acceptance," she whispered under her breath, a silent affirmation to Talyssa's lesson. She looked around at her companions once more, this time with new eyes. Each unique yet unified by the environment, much like the plants Talyssa spoke about.

"Rakia Perreau"