Lilac Noon

Written by Beak_Thing (You can also find me on twitter too), also as an FYI this is based in New age canon, in a hypothetical universe written in the form of a mediocre short prompt, but enough boring stuff go read.

Story
“Even the most minor of mistakes can have far outreaching consequences, these consequences shown in this Lilac Noon which was never meant to be.”

The two gardeners stare towards the overtaken city, once one of the bastions of civilization now a mere domain for the new monsters that inhabit the city. The lilac noon of the new talyxian oasis pollutes the rich blues of the Sailzane sky. The first looks to the second, staring at a flask he is holding, a face of sorrow and anger on their face; “May I take a swig?” The Sergal gives a nervous smile. The Agudner stares at her before answering “It’s filled with salt water, not saké.” She continues to force a smile, embarrassed by her mistake however she continues to prod; “Is there anything you need. Maybe we could talk about something? She dances around her words carefully as to not plunge the man into any further despair.

He closes his eyes, the despair fading into a look of apathy; “It’s ironic, it really is.” The Agudner states, with a sudden softness in his aged voice rivaling silk. She stares back, confusion filling her What does he mean by that? She thinks before speaking up “What’s supposed to be ironic?” The female gardener hesitantly asked “The shining star of the Sailzane, the city that not even the great general of the old empire could take, reduced to a shell of its former self within weeks by only a few parasites in a small fruit. I guess in the end, the forests will always win no matter our actions…” He finishes, hints of sorrow excretes from his final words. The male gardener lets out a sigh, putting his crimson flask away. “I suppose it's time we get going anyway the outpost is a day away and they’ll need all the help they can get.” He seems to mutter something in addition; ''“I’m going back to the city once the Velvet dusk arrives. I must put them to rest after our help.”''