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[Lavendel]

Lavendel

She doesnt wander from Sylva often. In fact she hasnt wandered this far from it since her arrival in the autumnal forest. The girl had taken careful watch to keep inside of the kingdom's borders, often too afraid to roam further than just beyond its realm. Though with the dawn of spring she gains confidence to wander. Sylva was a quiet kingdom, and Lamb was a talkative girl. The meadow is nice in the springtime, the many flowers that blanketed the hills sprouting in a brilliant aray of colors and scents. The pale girl especiall loved the bloom of her namesake, its pale purple sprigs shooting from the earth in eager bunches. The further into the meadow she roamed, the brighter the sun seemed to get, the birds chirping fading in and out of her hearing. She see's him then, her wandering frame slowly coming to a stop not far from the golden man. "Hello."  She calls, hoping that the stranger didnt want to be left alone. The whole point of her venture was to make friends. Her second summer would approach soon, and her lessons would push away any free time the girl might have. "Im Lamb, and you are?"

Running through lavender fields, must protect ones self with heavy shields.