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- Fennel, the day before - The girl smiled bubbly at the kind words of the innkeeper and watched him walk off. Vincent was such a great guy in her eyes, as presumptuous as the thought seemed after only seeing him in a working environment. She sometimes hated to admit it, but she had some manner of little-girl crush on him, even at the age of twenty-three. By the time he came back, she managed to complete three pages of sketches, and her charcoal was nearly spent. The food and drink that awaited her was well worth the light wait, and the aromas of the surprise food and the tea blended together wonderfully. With a very grateful thank-you, she reached for a fork before she reached for her drink. This was a first for her, and later that night she realised this before heading off to bed and soundly sleeping. - Fennel - The next morning started bright and early once again, and this time Fennel was not going to take any chances, starting the day with a visitation to her Journal. What awaited her surprised her. "Join Genesis and Elizabeth"? What an odd journal entry, and she pondered over the names. I know only of two Elizabeths in the town, and they are mother and daughter. What was the daughter's first name? That's right. Ava. Could it be that I have to meet with the mother and this Genesis fellow? She looked at the entry, perplexed, before closing the book shut and placing it in a satchel. It was time to start her day. Later after a hearty breakfast, Fennel took her usual route to perform some gardening for a rather prestigious family in an equally prestigious house. Some people were out and about in town abnormally early, but she caught no sight of anyone she really recognised, especially not Elizabeth or Ava. Genesis . . . well, she will have to wait to meet him. Occasionally she popped her head above the fence every now and again. She had to find those people she needed to accompany.

- Lord Raiden, Mystras, now alone after disseminating strategy - Raiden looked perplexed by Rabiyu's strategy of using the rune, not exactly the course of action he had in mind but certainly not a bad idea if Shiva's forces dared to attack the city itself. For that reason he said nothing about this, plus if everything went well with her actions it could protect both the city and its outside forces. Before he could yield a response to her comment on his requiring a bodyguard, she slipped away, as was her way. There was truth to her supposition. Should anything happen, a bodyguard would be helpful. However, could Shiva be so deceitful, so malignant as to mean him harm or capture under the guise of passivity? He refused to believe it, contrary to what evidence seemed to agree with. Besides that, he had something more useful than a standard guardian. He had search magic to detect the danger well in advance. Sifrei headed off as well, the archangel politely bowing before he did so, and Alastor let loose a string of tight-lipped commentary that brought a smile to Raiden's lips before he too left. The lord of Mystras was alone with his thoughts now, but he felt comfortable with the lack of conversation. Alastor, old friend, you never cease to make me smile, he thought to himself. Even if this meeting is a trap and I lose my life, I'd at least die in peace knowing that I was in good company over the years. Even my new affiliates of the North aren't that bad. I can imagine getting along with them over the course of centuries, and Mariel as well after all these long years. If only time moved as dictated, and fate stayed its course according to one's thoughts. Since I have no say on the matter, the most I can do is what I can should negotiations fail . . . or I fall. Newly determined, Raiden walked toward the exit, claiming a clean white scarf on a wooden box and tossing his modestly sized pouch of coins in its place. He pulled the tattered thing around his neck before tossing open the canvas. "It is time to settle this, Shiva," he murmured as if to himself as he blinked out of sight, only a chilling wind and the crackle of electricity in his absence. - Jari Coriander, Kilkes Seres, in the company of a bottle - A sense of heaviness crashed over Jari's senses before settling into a calm as he finished the rest of the sour wine he pinched from Shiva's wine racks in Kilkes Seres. He felt like he was starting to forget the tragic event he witnessed, the grisly death of his friend at the hands of someone who did not even deserve a glance from her. The wine bottle slipped from his had, shattered partially against a root of the tree he was sitting under, and rolled away. He watched it with interest. Too much interest. Time seemed to slip by a little better as he looked up at the sky beneath the canopy. There, between patches of clouds, he could see a small gathering of stars. They looked foreign to him, and blurry, and moving strangely in funny circles. Never did he drink half a bottle before in one go. It was not a horrible experience like others said, however, not at all. In fact, he felt nice and warm even against the cold trunk of the tree and the nippy air. His eyelids started to feel heavy, as did his limbs. Lulled by the mixed sounds of distant conversation, laughter, sorrow, and fear, the foxchild nodded off to sleep on the outskirts of the Kilkes Seres' encampment.

- Lord Raiden, Mystras, conversing with Alastor and Rabiyu - The lord of Mystras blinked in surprise when Alastor appeared beside him, assured that Raiden wished to converse with him. How this man could read him like a book was incredible. Maybe it was his mastery of reading auras, as Alastor said, but Raiden liked to imagine that it was due to their long friendship. "Congratulations are in order for your accomplishment there, too!" he responded to the Storm Lord's comment about unraveling the flank. "I could not see much more than flashes of lightning on my side, but the morale of the troops was shaken from one side to the other, and much momentum was stoppered thanks to you, Hisie, and our human friend." He almost let slip Rabiyu's common name, but remembered at the last instance. Funnily enough, the girl came close as if beckoned, glancing at him with piercing eyes that seemingly put his search magic to shame. Raiden hardened his looks a little further, taking on a more business-like attitude along with that change. "No, we most likely should not wait; searching for the previous sentinel of Isopolis would be time better spent conversing with you both. Perhaps if you see him, you can communicate the message directly, even if truncated." He glanced between the two with a tight-lipped smile, and he ensnared one wrist within a differing hand as he closed his eyes and delved into thought. "A meeting alone was proposed by Queen Shiva, as you mentioned, Milady, and I am willing to take the risk of doing so if it means an end to this war of ideologies. Alastor, I need you for two things: to bolster our defenses in case Shiva's armies or special forces attempt a night raid, and to plan new strategies we can implement, both outside and inside our city. I fear that, even with our military prowess, that we may lose some of our best and brightest." A new shadow swept over his face at the thought of the body taken away, and of his next words. "Ren . . . our tactician . . . was one such casualty, I am sad to say. "For you, Hisie, I desire a steady eye on the periphery of our forces outside the city. A bubble shield has been placed around the city, forged by some of our best mages still inside the city. To keep everyone safe, I will need to make use of your interesting rune again, if you have any more left. I will trust your judgement on whatever else you do, especially with your health. That comes as a higher priority. I do not wish to lose either of you like our drakon friend."

- Fennel - The friendly neighborhood gardener waved back at the innkeeper Vincent, a radiant smile on her face as she acquiesced and took a seat at the table. She needed the amiability of another to distract her thoughts of the Journal. After coming home and finding out that it did not want her to be near a horse, she felt very glum and knew punishment awaited, but for the moment it was much better. "To keep your business up and running, of course! And yes, the usual and maybe a surprise food, if you please," she answered chipperly, opening up a small, leatherbound notebook she brought along to a fresh page. She greatly enjoyed being a patron of this tap and tavern. Partially it was for her favourite drink and the atmosphere, but there were other reasons. In the meantime, she unraveled a stick of charcoal from her handkerchief, and started doodling a sketch for her next painting, feeling a smattering of fresh inspiration dawning upon her.

I'm glad you asked, Unversed! I forgot to post my answers officially: 1.) Heroes of Might and Magic, Jazz Jackrabbit, and Neverwinter Nights 2: Mask of the Betrayer are perhaps my favourite games on computer. For consoles, Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic (both the first and the sequel) on the X-Box, The Legend of Zelda: Majora's Mask on the N64, and Golden Sun for the Gameboy Advance are my faves. Rich storytelling, player-involving plots and worlds, and great playability lie in these games (except for Jazz Jackrabbit, maybe, which can boast only two of the three without some imagination). Each of them tickle my fancy differently, and if I would ever choose to be buried with my games these are all going in the coffin with my B-E-A-U-tiful self. 2.) Tying together all of the pluses and minuses, the Rune Factory/Harvest Moon universe or the Golden Sun universe would probably be my adored universes, with higher emphasis on the first one. 3.) A skill to master? Writing, first and foremost. I want the ability to put to words exactly what I think in a lovely way, and in so doing encapsulate my thoughts in metaphorical stone. I do not care for adoration; I just want to inspire in any way I can, and the best way I feel I can do so is with characters and punctuation. A close second? Sketching.

Learn to ride a unicycle! It takes a lifetime to learn how to do it right. That, and play every single pattern of chess. That'll take about that many years.

While using only dynamite! But seriously now, Hardest is hard enough. Go for it.

- Lord Raiden, Mystras, within a Healer Tent with Helios (and potential guests) - Raiden glanced up from his melancholy to find what appeared to be a youth thanking him, a strange sight, but one who he quickly remembered. This was one of the three that descended to the world below, the Helios that traveled with Ren. He had escaped the clutches of Shiva, apparently, though the following news struck him hard in the stomach. Ren . . . had died. Could it have been that that corpse he passed by and recognised was Ren? A cold shudder meandered up his spine at the thought, and before he could react or voice anything to the boy Helios scampered off in search of someone he recognised, leaving the ruler of Mystras alone once more. Raiden decided not to follow, too deep in thought to ponder over who Helios ventured off to see. The name Aura sounded familiar, but not so much as Ren. The loss of the young scholar hit him hard. Should the both of them have survived, he might have had Ren take over his studies when all was over, having much more to do than do research and planning when the peoples above and below were united. Alas, such a thought was never meant to be. This war had to end before many more were lost, much like Ren, and that meant he had to suck in his breath and keep calm. The conversation with Shiva should mark the end of the war. At least, so he hoped. He felt the inside of a hidden pocket within his armour and relaxed at the feel of crisp paper. The letter for Shiva's and his first rendezvous still lay close to his chest. He prayed upon his lucky stars that this should all end peacefully and smiled wanly. This deteriorating cycle of hostility needed to end, as the slow death of the world below needed to end. Resolving the matter with the queen would be tricky, but he was assured that his resolve would never waver like hers did. He scanned the area, activating search magic with a well-practised hand and locating only a few of those he sought out. Mariel was here under the healers' trustworthy care, and Rabiyu and Alastor seemed in the area too, but what of his tactician Soren? Did he fall in battle as well, much like Ren did? No, that was unlikely from the battle-hardened individual. He likely was somewhere else than this tent, though Raiden would not have guessed that he was on the other side of the battlefield. Alastor seemed closer, so he walked a little closer to the man's direction to speak with him. Three people -- Alastor, Rabiyu, and Soren -- were needed to communicate all of his plans should he not come back in time to lead his forces. He preferred having a fourth be Mariel, but with her wounds he did not desire to bother her. She should knit up just fine in the meantime. ((Rufus need not a post beyond acceptance and floating above the tents, and Raleigh is just recuperating. That leaves Jari, and I am coming up blank with him, so I will work on a post for him at a later date.))

I got a good, hearty laugh out of this. =P I should practise the same sometime. Buen trabajo, amiga que es un burrito vivo!

If you are searching for a new site, I highly recommend a site called Pogo. It is free for the most part, and has a good selection of games for free members including chess, checkers, Risk, and Battleship. That was my local haunt for years, though I don't know if it is still as great as before. I hope this helps!

-Fennel- Fennel made a curious face at the mentioning of the journal, happy yet surprised at the honesty of the young man Jynn. It was a breath of fresh air from the norm, and she was gladdened of it. Furthermore, she was correct in her guess that he worked at the ranch, but the manager of it? There were not many youthful people that owned a business of such a scale. "It's no problem at all," she voiced, a new smile blossoming on her countenance as he twisted his horse around. "It's good to meet you, sir!" As he headed off, she allowed herself to look at his back for a few seconds, murmuring under her breath that she hoped to see him again as well. It was not much, but it made the possibility much more real to her than simply internalising the thought. Turning her head back towards the garden, she made a face. It's getting late and I still haven't done much with these plants. It will still be here, though, when I come back tomorrow. And speaking of journals, I must head back and collect mine to see if I can still do my entry. I hope I'm not too late. Gathering her supplies and placing them close to the wall in her finely knit burlap sack, she turned towards her cottage and went down the road, glancing at the library, Sheriff Gumshoe's establishment, and the Dragon's Wing Inn as she did. Today was an event-filled day, and she felt the need to visit the local tavern for a cup of hot raspberry leaf tea with half a shot of gin, her favourite beverage.

Heyo, bud! I noticed your character did not receive any life energy via handshake. When kicked out of the library or just wanting to head elsewhere, or maybe even in Day 2, make sure he runs into Fennel. She would be a good provider for life energy, being able to make it in abundance. For the first time hosting for a longer RP, you are doing pretty good, Shard! Keep things as interesting for us all as you already are and this RP is destined for greatness. A good number of us I already know to be long-term roleplayers, and I'm greatly liking our cast, as I hope others are. On a side note, I apologise for my sluggishness to you and to others; I have had a lot of work to do as of late both personally and occupationally which has kept me from roleplaying as often as I would like, and from adding characters to my roster. I do not want to or like to hold people up. In addition -- and this is just a thought -- what do you think about Fennel being visited by the Keepers? This could be her fourth time in a fortnight that she has not followed her Journal, and I don't mind her getting in a bit of trouble with that.

Previous/before when an adjective or previously when an adverb.

- Rufus Contralto, Mystras, with Rabiyu - The magniloquent Rufus stood there with his hands on his hips and laughed a triumphant note when Eclaire was out of earshot, dragging herself off as she headed back with the main force of the Kilkes Seres soldiery. "It would gladden me to not see her face ever again, as I was bluffing too," confessed the djinni, turning towards Rabiyu. "Her skills, while greatly impotent toward me, were somehow enough to affect me. I am impervious to most things magical or physical, which has its deficits"--Rufus pointed towards his empty stomach, cuing into existence a horrible growl from it--"but I might have stalled her enough for you or someone else to land a good hit, had she not fled the field!" All joviality was sapped from him when he heard about this Reggie, however. If Rufus were a dog, hair would have been bristling from head to toe at the mere mention of the man, but instead he implemented the most horrible of grimaces. "You met that degenerate hippie?!" he shrieked in anger, though not towards Rabiyu. He paced hither and thither in the air, spinning violently as he turned around. "That man! He was the one that imprisoned me all those many years ago, a mangy and horrible being that robbed me of my memory and my sanity! If there is anything that would come out of his mouth, it would be webs of lies no spider would spin." He slumped forward, arms grasping his afro-laden head as if trying to quell his anger. He turned upward to look back upon Rabiyu, eyes still aflame but dimmed in comparison to before. "I'd advise you not to trust that man in whole, Milady. As I mentioned before, I am unable to do anything but cancel magic and speak. I tried other things I thought I remembered, but they are just figments, leftovers of a past I either cannot recall or instead invented from centuries of isolation. However, I will not lie, Milady. If freed, I can make no promise that I will not invoke vengeance upon that enslaving fiend!" - Lord Raiden, Mystras, with Sifrei - Raiden stopped at the mention of Mariel's injuries, worry fluttering through his heart at the thought of losing his old friend and comrade after so long a period of not seeing her. However, he soon continued stepping toward the encampment, engrossed in the conversation. "I must greatly thank you and Mariel for passing along this message, then. She is a hardy soul, and angelic healing stretches farther than those of common curative magics. I trust she will be hale and hearty before any other battles occur, if any, and that her decisions were sanely made. Now, come, Ophaniel. I must gather our forces and set them on the defensive while Shiva and I are away to negotiate." With the crackle of lightning, Raiden surged forward with great speed, heading first for the healing tent to survey who was well and who was not. The scents of medicinal salves could not completely blot out the stench of blood and viscera which threatened to bowl over Raiden as he entered, with or without Sifrei in tow. The tent was massive and accommodated a great number of wounded and several medics that went from location to location. He passed by a individual covered with a white sheet that was carried off through the opening in the canvas. A sleeve-covered hand slipped into view as he looked backwards, and he turned his head in horror. War took the life of yet another person close to him, even if a recent addition to his assortment of allies and friends. He choked back the vomit that tried to crawl up his esophagus and continued, trying to act like the iron-willed, cogent leader others thought him to be. In the distance he spied Arthur and Henry, two humans he made sure to remember. A few minutes later, he spied King Alderon, the man having taken a rather severe blow that could have killed him but did not. That was an enormous blessing. The death of the king from the world below would have been devastating, both diplomatically and in terms of morale. Raleigh, that mercenary girl, was nowhere to be found, but he did not give her much thought as he worked his way through the tent, looking more and more grim and pale as he did so.

Yep, busy lives exist on my and Mystics' ends as well. Getting papers organised, meetings scheduled, and work performed on weekdays and weekends is not altogether fun, especially on sleepless nights. However, do not fret! An oracle living nearby revealed with great and powerful portents that a resurgence of activities will arrive within the fortnight.

Fennel Fennel smiled at Jynn as he came near her, letting the reins fall into his hands, as he was evidently the rider and owner of the horse. She glanced at him curiously, too, some recollection being gathered about him. Was this young man a ranch hand? Perhaps a squire to some well-to-do noble, or maybe a guard? He seemed dressed differently than any of the selections, the cloths more suitable for show than for comfort or hardiness, but regardless of her thoughts she answered his question. In the distance the animalistic fellow that yelled into the sheriff's office yelled into the library as well, inspiring a new chuckle from her. "I'm all right!" she replied cheerfully, patting down her dress after reestablishing herself. "I'm still a little shaken up by recent events, but that's the day-to-day around here, I suppose. There's always something new around every corner!" She tossed another upturn of her lips and performed a hasty curtsy with one hand. "I'm Fennel, Fennel Gusset. Pleased to meet you and your horse. I tend gardens here and there, but I don't often see you around for some reason or another. Are you a guard?" She scanned over Melstrome once again, trying to recall where she saw him beforehand. Perhaps the young man was able to help refresh her memory.

- Fennel - The gardener kept her head down for as long as she was capable, but the sounds of a nearby horse snapped her ears to attention and attracted her to it. Standing to full height, she let loose a gasp at its splendour. The lovely coat, the height, the twitching ears, and of course the signature soft eyes -- this was a beautiful horse, one she remembered seeing once upon a time. She struggled with recalling where. Unfortunately for her, her memory was not the keenest, but this had its blessings too. Hearing someone call out a name, she assumed the name to be the horse, stepped outside of the garden walls, and tried coaxing the beast with her hand out. "Whoa, whoa, easy now," she cooed, extending her other hand for the reins of the magnificent creature. "Easy now, girl, or are you a boy? Let's get you back to your master, wherever he is." Unbenownst to her, due to not looking at the Journal prior, she was not able to follow the entry written within the book, which meant something would affect her later. For now, though, she was clueless and looked about for the rider, whether or not Melstrome accepted her reach for the reins.

- Lord Raiden, with Sifrei, walking back to the heart of the Mystran forces - It took Raiden a moment to recognise the angel of the North as he dismounted the winds with prowess, sword lying at the ready in case it was an opponent attempting to challenge him. He nodded in agreement and in thanks to Sifrei's words, though Mariel's name struck him with interest and he spoke "Please continue" in turn. Patiently, yet with baited breath, he listened to the recitation. It certainly sounded like Shiva's words, and the situation sounded eerily similar to their rendezvous before communications broke down into violence. He mulled over the situation, deep in thought about what would cause her to change heart, before opening his eyes again to the nearby angel. If observed carefully, one eye shone bright while the other was bloodshot, overuse "Very well," he answered, the words coming out forced and full of irritation. "I will meet with her alone, as specified, but prepared. I am fairly certain that I will come back unhindered except by her acts of diplomacy, but in the case I do not come back I will need to delegate my affairs to those trusted of me. Will you accompany me back to camp, Ophaniel, starting with the healer's tents? I need to assess the situation as well before meeting with Shiva." Smiling, he offered the area next to him and slowly started his trek to the specified location. "And what of Mariel? It may have been a few millennia, but I would think that she would prefer to act as messenger than pass news along."

Fennel Cutting right to the chase, Fennel started upon her work upon arrival at her next stop. This next garden was significantly less work than the former, smaller and composed of less needy ground plants and wallflowers. To keep herself occupied through the mundaneness, she took a peek over the waist-height stone wall that marked the boundary of the house every now and again to catch a peek of the townsfolk. Unfortunately she missed the possibility of seeing Jynn freely take off on his prized mount -- she adored horses, for whatever reason -- but she did manage to spy a bit more action at the sheriff's department, and certainly not in the manner she could have expected. The regional sheriff and the one that screamed his how-do-you-dos took off after someone in quite a rush, and she could only assume this individual was up to no good. She withdrew her head and kept herself down below the wall, continuing her gardening. She did not need to get involved, nor did she want to. She had enough difficulty in her life just from deciding what to cook that day. As she worked, a sickly weave of ivy caught her eye, trailing all the way down the vine. Performing a little bit of a glance around herself and deeming the surroundings safe, she held out her hands in front of her and blew into them. A soft golden glow emanated from her hands, or, more specifically, from her breath. When she kneaded the plant in several locations along the length of it, the result was little short of miraculous. The light dissipated and was absorbed by the plant before the sickness ebbed away, the purple and faded brown replaced by a healthy green. Fennel smiled. "That should prolong you a little while longer," she replied in a soft contralto, rubbing a well-healed leaf of the plant. Not long afterward her livelihood ensued and she was hard at work, humming a ditty she heard a little while ago outside of the local establishment of the Dragon's Wing Inn.

- Rufus Contralto, Mystras, Center Flank, VS Eclaire - Rufus blinked in surprise as the armour fell apart and disintegrated. Perhaps it was because he did not know that it was magical armour, or perhaps it was because she was less clothed than one could expect after the removal of armour, but he flinched all the same. The air changed soon afterwards, however, and he felt a new, strange feeling that could only be described by the djinni as an unbearable, itchy heat, but unlike those close by he did not feel weaker because of it. The reason for this is that he only loved one individual out there, and she was not even close to a human at all. After the transformation, Rufus swallowed hard, finding out that the nullification of magic would not hamper her too horribly at all, and in a panic he cut off the anti-magic and side-flipped to the left, dodging the swipe. He missed the fact that the arrow swept past both of them, but Rabiyu's voice nearby was unmistakable, and he called jubilantly out to her. "Milady! A hundred graces to you for coming to my aid, even if unneeded," he voiced with piping lungs, the barnstormer within him coming out in full force in voice and action as he braced his hands on his hips. He turned toward Eclaire. "Yes, run along, little lady devil. A thousand versus one is a poor ratio when you're the one, especially when your abilities are dampened. Leave. Live! It's better than the woebegoneness of fighting an legion, is it not?"

Fennel The daily life of a groundskeeper typically starts early, and Fennel was one such early bird, hard at work with the abundant plants surrounding her. She took a pause to wipe her brow with her forearm and overlooked her handiwork, pleased that things were looking back in order. The garden she was tending was of a modest size, sheltered by fine stone walls that surrounded the property and an arch laden with ivy and morning glories where the walkway was. This was her favourite place to relax and unwind, and the well-to-do family that owned the property and lived in the nearby house allowed her unlimited access to it as long as she tended to it every now and again. It had not been too long since the last time, yet the plants seem to grow and become unruly at an alarming rate. Perhaps it was the limed and fertile soil or the running brook that was nearby, but it was difficult to manicure this lovely garden. Her pile of fallen leaves and trimmings already collected, what came next was scooping the entirety of it with her hand rake, depositing it in the nearby burlap sack, and composting it before moving on to the next house. Her journal would have to wait, the unfortunate thing ignored for the time being. Whatever the task it required of her, the journal could wait until noon when she would be able to collect it and rustle up something to eat at her abode. After completing such tasks, Fennel gathered her utensils in a gardening bag and moved on, heading towards town and into the streets. Amidst the bustle, someone rowdily opened up the law enforcement door (Varis) and shrieked a loud greeting into the building, causing the girl to look at him in bewilderment for a time and afterwards break out into a giggle. Perhaps it was a journal entry that required it of him, or maybe it was his unique personality, but she thought it spectacular. She carried on with her day after rallying her wits, but the image of the man still clung to her. Surely it will bring a smile whenever she sees him later, if she sees him later.

Welcome to the club, Scrap! It seems like we have a good cast here.

Hello again, Shard! I'd be very interested in getting into this as well, and my time is limited as well, but I'll pop my character sheet up here for when I shall be active. It might take three days to a week for me, but I shall be back! Name: Fennel Gusset Sex: Female Age: 23 Appearance: With blond braids trailing down her back, a spindly figure, a manic love for wide-brimmed hats and dresses, and a smile that can halt a charging rhinoceros, Fennel would appear to be born for the role of a gardener. She garbs herself in this way every weekday except for rare occasions, and you can almost always find her with a freshly plucked flower behind her ear. A sash completes the outfit, typically blue or yellow. Occupation: Groundskeeper. Skill/Magic: Bounteous Touch, a magic that restores health, harries sickness, and provides growth. This is very useful for flora, but can work on fauna too to a limit. Personality: Good-natured and passive, Fennel usually finds herself as a listener rather than someone who opens up her feelings and opinions. She is very content with the way things are with her, and change is rejected more suddenly than normal, even if good. It takes time for her to come to decisions, though she is more than willing to help out a friend even at her expense. Bio: Waking in this world was like unearthing from a grave, misery sloughing off of her and revealing a deep love for life. While she has no family with her, she enjoys the solitude and engages in the more artistic pursuits like painting, crocheting, and straw weaving. Origin: Original-ish. I'm mostly stemming her from English flower girls.

"You're welcome," answered Terra, his face contouring into a smile too as his blush subsided. He glanced towards Ventus for a time, a little perplexed by the babe's little fit of laughter after crying even if he was happy about it, and afterwards shifted his attention to the scenery. There was something about this part of the forest that sparked with fulfillment. He could not quite understand it, but maybe it had something to do with the past. History oddly had a way of adding sentimentality to objects and locations, and, according to wise women and fortune tellers, so too does the future. He speculated over which the reason could be before shaking his head free of thought. "So, perhaps you can give me a proper tour of this place?" he suggested, attempting to spur further conversation and hefting the satchel of things onto his back. "Certainly you know more about this place than I do in my attempt to race you."

You understand me all too well. =3