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Flowers. Flowers everywhere. And not just flowers, but a vast array of herbs, too. Imperia is, quite literally, in heaven. Back home, the terrain was more mountainous and rocky with some flora, but not a lot. It was just as uninviting as the people who lived there. Sharp rocks, sharp voices, and merciless punishment. But whenever she found a flower or a similarly interesting or beautiful plant, Peri would show it to her mother. And they would talk and talk; about flowers, about herbs, about nature, about healing. Those moments with Marguerite meant the world to young Imperia. They were a breath of fresh air in the midst of the oppressive pack atmosphere. Mother taught Peri everything she knew about healing and plant life. As much as the girl misses her mom, she knows that all she has to do is look at a flower and it is almost as if Mother is right there with her, if only in spirit.
After securing a place to call her own within the main camp of the Ascendants, Imperia spends a majority of the day on the plains. She sketches grasses and leaves, and makes note of the native herbs in a worn leather journal. When she tires of wielding a pencil, she most onto weaving a couple flower crowns. Peri had found some blue cornflower and Queen Anne's lace earlier which she uses to create something beautiful. Her intention is to find someone to share them with later so stores them carefully within her satchel which already overflows with bundles of herbs and pressed flowers. Content with her work thus far, Imperia soon tires of solitude and is filled with a desire to interact with others. It's still a little scary talking to strangers, but Peri enjoys the feeling when she finally can call someone her friend. The dainty she-wolf rises from her resting position in the grasses and begins her trek back to the main hustle and bustle.
Imperia trots gracefully through the sea of grasses, silver eyes half-lidded as she silently smiles to herself. The girl is unable to contain her pure joy of being liberated from her pack and finally being able to live in a place where she can be herself. As she bounces along, the hulking, armored form of an admittedly terrifying stranger catches her attention. Her instincts kick in and the monochromatic she-wolf instantly shrinks back behind the cover of a nearby rock. Her heart thunders and she genuinely considers racing past to the safety of camp. But before she can by carried away by her irrational fears, the young female notices how the intimidating stranger stares down at a deer leg. She cannot help but feel that he is bothered by something, even if his face is covered by some strange type of mask. Unable to ignore someone in need, Imperia approaches, albeit cautiously. "Um..Is something wrong with your food?" she says timidly, but there is genuine concern in her silver eyes as she creeps closer. Peri offers the stranger a meek smile. "M-my name is Imperia Arceneau." she introduces. She is scared of this person, but she is determined to ignore those feelings and possibly make a friend. Or, at the very least, help somebody out.
After securing a place to call her own within the main camp of the Ascendants, Imperia spends a majority of the day on the plains. She sketches grasses and leaves, and makes note of the native herbs in a worn leather journal. When she tires of wielding a pencil, she most onto weaving a couple flower crowns. Peri had found some blue cornflower and Queen Anne's lace earlier which she uses to create something beautiful. Her intention is to find someone to share them with later so stores them carefully within her satchel which already overflows with bundles of herbs and pressed flowers. Content with her work thus far, Imperia soon tires of solitude and is filled with a desire to interact with others. It's still a little scary talking to strangers, but Peri enjoys the feeling when she finally can call someone her friend. The dainty she-wolf rises from her resting position in the grasses and begins her trek back to the main hustle and bustle.
Imperia trots gracefully through the sea of grasses, silver eyes half-lidded as she silently smiles to herself. The girl is unable to contain her pure joy of being liberated from her pack and finally being able to live in a place where she can be herself. As she bounces along, the hulking, armored form of an admittedly terrifying stranger catches her attention. Her instincts kick in and the monochromatic she-wolf instantly shrinks back behind the cover of a nearby rock. Her heart thunders and she genuinely considers racing past to the safety of camp. But before she can by carried away by her irrational fears, the young female notices how the intimidating stranger stares down at a deer leg. She cannot help but feel that he is bothered by something, even if his face is covered by some strange type of mask. Unable to ignore someone in need, Imperia approaches, albeit cautiously. "Um..Is something wrong with your food?" she says timidly, but there is genuine concern in her silver eyes as she creeps closer. Peri offers the stranger a meek smile. "M-my name is Imperia Arceneau." she introduces. She is scared of this person, but she is determined to ignore those feelings and possibly make a friend. Or, at the very least, help somebody out.