LISSEUT
she is passion embodied, a flower of melodrama in eternal bloom
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andering was in her blood, written upon her soul, and though she had found a home now the urge to explore every inch of it would likely never desist. She was still learning her way around, venturing into the forest and pausing at the river until she could remember how to navigate anywhere from her location, at least in the vaguest notion. She had gone back to the meadow, though. She always found herself returning to the vast field and grasslands, her heart drawn by the wide open space and endless sky overhead. Not a tree in sight and nothing but rolling hill slopes of flowers for miles, speckled like a mosaic against the land. It was freedom and she felt like she could burst every time it came back into view. The varying artwork of her new homelands brought her much joy, and for once in her life the need to move on and see something new had faded. She felt like she could be content here and the feeling was so new she hadn't fully figured out what to do with it yet.Walking out across the tall grasses, flowers brushing against the sides of her legs in a soft tickling as the breeze swept them to and fro, Lisseut was at peace. Well, mostly. She wondered of the others in her new home, still yet unfamiliar with most of the Court. She usually had no trouble making friends, but for whatever reason a sense of shyness had overtaken her since her arrival. Perhaps, it was the knowing that she would be around on a more longterm basis, the impressions she made consequently holding more weight than that of a casual passerby whom would never be seen again, or at least not for a long while. Here, what others thought of her actually mattered. She needed to fit in, to find a place in the community and earn their trust and loyalty. All the flowers in the world couldn't make up for a lack of friends and meaning in life, she thought softly to herself. It was not an easy admission, but she knew it to be true.
'But, it is very lovely...' She thought, pausing and dipping her nose down to smell the fragrances. The sunshine warmed her back and she closed her eyes momentarily, pushing all the doubt aside in favor of relaxing. She belonged here. She felt it in her bones. She would find her way, and those to whom her soul could dance alongside. Opening her eyes with a newfound conviction, she took a deep breath and continued forward. She knew her legs were taking her towards the Dawn Court, out of the wilds and into the gathering of the community. She hoped she would meet others along the way, but didn't worry herself over it. Subconsciously, she began humming as she moved, a song lilting on the edge of her lips as if trying to slip out. She let the lyrics fly loose and her expression lightened, softened, "I know love, little one; love is like a flower." She looked at peace once again, felt the land thrumming through her blood and easing her along. Someday, she would be able to give that comfort and love back to the land...someday. "Oh, why is love a flower little one? Love is a flower for the sweetness it gives before it dies."
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