The flowers. There were a lot of tales about their beauty, some speculating that they'd only been myth. Somehow Strelitzia found herself face to face with the goddess who took the sun's place when he fell from the sky. The sheer ethereal beauty of the female had her awestruck and ashamed she'd been so frank. Without Ysulla there would no longer be day or life. Strel bowed her head in reverence. "We didn't mean to disturb them. I was admiring their beauty."
"You didn't disturb them, you were the first to find them. People knew they existed, spun stories about them, but no one has ever touched them. Some memories are so painful they become alive, a powerful thing that cannot be erased." Ysulla lifted one pale hand in the air and waved toward a few that bloomed above the waters. "It's because they want the past to be seen."