In the dead of night she slipped away from the Valley. It's where she was born, but it isn't her home. She has to be someone entirely different there and put on a facade that she can't live up to. Unlike her father Cerva will never be a bringer of any type of chaos and unlike mother she doesn't have any sort of dark or power-hungry streak. It's as though she has been deprived of the traits that so readily fill her veins. At one point in time she wanted to make them proud and to be everything they wanted, but the pressure was too great. The weight held her down as she faked being a strong and driven child. She is the daughter of the dark magician and the mother of spring and yet Cerva doesn't feel like herself when she is around them.
The heat of her breath spirals in front of her pretty face as she takes another step forward. A gnarled oak stands alongside her, hovering its bare branches above her head. The colors of autumn are quickly diminishing. Shades of orange, red, and yellow, are wilting into blacks and browns. Leaves are shriveling and fluttering to the ground at her feet. She watches one in particular until it delicately lands on her nose. A grin brightens her face as the soft touch glides down her skin until drifting toward the ground to join the other fallen leaves. Mother may be weakening now, she muses, because warmth and sunshine are fleeting this time of year. No, mother will be fine; she always is. She is strong like father, like Nihlus and Daemron. A strong, driven family.
Blinking slowly, Cerva lifts her attention to the knots of conversation happening in front of her. She doesn't join them as she finds solace in the old oak tree, basking in the silence and freedom that she now has.
Cerva
[trying her out, thus the reason I don't have her as an attached account lol]