Lore/Story so im making folklore for regions

this is probably a terrible idea but im doing it anyway ^-^;;
idk how long the muses last but taking advantage of it while i can :D
finished stories get put in spoilers so i dont break the page

Spoiler: The Rainflower (Almuji folk tale/aesop)

Long ago the Desert wasn’t as dry as it is today. Oases dotted our land and every spring, it’s said there were flowers of all kinds.The air became thick with pollen, sticking to everything like golden grains of sand.

One of these flowers is a beautiful white rose. It blooms very rarely, and always within thornbushes so thick it might as well be a type of cactus. Now, the other plants would make fun of our little white rose. They’d say, “Oh, your roots are so short, there’s no way you’ve got enough water! No wonder your branches are prickly and your flowers hardly ever open!”

But the white rose has a special gift.

When the rain comes, its little flowers open, holding water in the bowl of petals. Its thick thorns and dense branches create a net to catch the rain. Its roots, normally too short to draw water from the deeper, wetter parts of the earth, drink from newly soaked sands. The other plants didn’t know this, and so kept their thick strong roots and waxy leaves, all the better to impress anything that came near.

However, no good thing lasts forever. When the Corruption reached us, the Desert became drier than ever. The oases disappeared and groundwater moved too deep for plants to burrow. Rains grew rarer and rarer. Mountains rose up to block the ocean’s humid winds. And one by one, the plants began to die.

Soon enough, the flowers that once grew lush and green were pushed back to the river. Tall green cacti and tumbleweeds flourished in their place, not needing as much water to survive. And each time the rains came the desert rose opens its petals. Its little flowers, white as the snow that dusts the dunes every winter, would open as wide as they can.

With the other plants not getting enough water to sustain their large colorful blooms and lush green leaves, it became the only flower to spread beyond the river into the largely unpopulated Desert beyond. And the rare blooms open only when rains will come, to catch as much water as it can.

To this day, whenever our little desert rose blooms, the rain always follows close behind.

currently working on a horror warning story version of skien's island from selchar npc pov, will be finished soon(TM)

 

I really like it! Simple and beautiful. I hope you will add more perhaps even from a lesser know part of the world.

just a really tiny nitpick:

This is not actually true (it happened after Hashr overthrew his father), but since this is a folklore this is fine. Or maybe even better because I think at least some people would believe this.