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the sun and her flowers - Liesel - 11-24-2017 L I E S E L she must be a descendant of wolves, for her skin is like pure moonlight
She often trained in the forest, dancing and dodging through trees with an unmatchable agility, her dainty hooves tapping and rasping off of bark and leaf litter alike. There was a timelessness to Viride Forest that did not reside in any other place in Novus, save perhaps their temples and shrines to the Gods that were worshipped here. Liesel herself had never been a particularly pious soul, preferring to live her life without concerns of the afterlife, simply choosing to live each moment as fully as she could. It had been more than a few months now since she'd joined the Dawn Court's warriors, choosing to train and fight among the warriors of Delumine and to protect the city she had come to call home. It was a sound city, based on knowledge and wits rather than battle-hardiness and strength... something that gave her all the more reason to protect it. In the time before now, the time that came to her in flashes of turquoise and royal blue, the country, nay Kingdom, she had protected had been run by a greedy family, one that often wanted to expand. The Dawn Court, as knowledgeable as they were, did not need to expand. Their knowledge was hidden in every crevice and cranny of the ancient Court, protected and cherished. They had everything they could ever need in their Northern lands - but would Solterra think the same way. Liesel had not been the only one to note Maxence's particular interest in their fertile lands, though she'd had no time to discuss her thoughts with the other warriors of the Court. In fact, she'd mostly done her drills and trained alone - she'd had little time to make friends (a rare occurrence for the summer girl). Pausing in a moment of silence, she heard the sound of approaching hooves and whirled gracefully, her silver hair settling about her razor boned face as she stared through the emerald forest. @
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