Two flowers. One of noble standing, one of common folk. They have long grown distant but Camassia feels a twang of hope when she thinks she sees her or believes she feels her prescence. Unfortunetely for her, forgiveness is hard to come by, and they have not met face-to-face since the day when the other resigned from having any relation to her.
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