[P] sunshine, daisies, buttermellow

[Liesel]

" SHE MUST BE A DESCENDANT OF WOLVES ;  because her skin smells as though it is pure moonlight " The serene waft of coconut and vanilla subtly filled the hallway a moment before she arrived, silver hair hissing around her razor boned face. The sound of quills and parchment, a now familiar sound, filled the quiet air, scholars and sages working furiously to further their knowledge, or to aid in bestowing knowledge upon others. Like a fresh breath of sea air Liesel breezed into The Dawn Court, completely at odds with the silent education murmured in rosy rooms, vibrant and alive, a smile upon her supple lips. She had been a warrior at the Court for mere months before the new Sovereign had been chosen - a handsome, understated man with a heart like pure honey.  His smooth, dark skin and inky hair had reminded her of someone, a face just past the reach of her memory with the most intelligent, cold eyes. King Kasil did not have cold eyes. His eyes were warm and focused, sometimes concerned, always honest. Liesel smiled at the thought, trying her best to shove the darkness from the corners of her lupine eyes. She was a warrior for the Dawn Court - a position she took with a beaming pride, dancing her lethal dance in the sparring rings, her clear chime of a laugh echoing in the empty barracks. Dawn needed more soldiers to protect it, that much she knew.   Her skin gleamed in the morning light, supple and soft, catching the sun as she passed, the warmth clinging desperately to the tips of her silver hair. Liesel reached her Sovereigns door, paused a moment, then called with a voice like sunshine; "King Kasil?"