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[fay_morgan]

Sometimes, when, for example, sitting near a pure, untouched stream, it was easy to forget the untold horrors Morgan could see ready to unfold. She could forget she'd bound her milpreve to her forehead to show her commitment to sorcery and the fey.

She could forget that, in the darkening skies of the dusky twilight, her eyes wouldn't glint and reflect the dim lighting like a cat's, one dark violet and one dark green, revealing her presence and her nature.

In a rare moment of silly amusement, Morgan tugged on a blade of grass until it blossomed into a lily, with absurd pink colors for a wildflower. Let whoever stumbled across it think it some sort of omen.

Rustling on the wind around her clued Morgan in to who it would be that would find her gift. A girl, by the sounds of it. But there was something off... Oh, this would be an entertaining encounter. Morgan grinned even as she backed away from the flower and disguised herself among the fauna.

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[audacieux_et_beau]

Helen had gone for a walk to clear her head, as she did most days. It offered her a chance to get away and have time for herself that wasn't dedicated to the sanctuary or to Nikola, or to anyone else. Just 'Helen' time, in a sense. It was growing later, however, and she knew eventually she'd need to return.

Clasping her hands together, Helen paused when she saw the lily, smiling faintly. Her favorite flower. She bent to pick it, inhaling the beautiful scent for a long moment before she tucked it behind an ear. Lillies always had been her favorite - her mother had always smelled of lillies.

Helen hummed softly in contentment before letting out a soft sigh. She closed her eyes a long moment, the smell of lillies still lingering. She could imagine her mother, standing before her, the soft voice humming gentle lullabies to her. She smiled faintly, eyes flickering back open. Such memories she normally didn't allow herself time for, but perhaps now that she was on her own time, it was acceptable.