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The gardens near this quaint little clearing seem lush and dense, although there are a few clear paths. The roses here grow wild and full, blooming into the sun in a yearning, prideful fashion.

However, this is deception somewhat, as the resident beyond is anything but prideful, although she does yearn sometimes for things.

This is the home of Paradise Rose, a goddess who prefers to not flaunt herself. She is kind, and caring, calm and somewhat naive. In her more open clearing she cares for Fairy's Windflower, a seedling come nymph. Further beyond this is Rose's private garden from where she came.

Near the clearing a darker patch of weedlings grow, twisted plants and such which threaten the roses occasionally but make no headway. Here is where a seed rests, waiting and watching. Poison Oak.

And to the otehr side of Rose's garden, a young nymph lives alone in a small sunfilled clearing with a small stream through it. Although a joyful, happy place in appearance, it's resident is anything but; Angel's Tears resides ehre, sad and alone.

[[ Fairy's Windflower ]]



Nicks: Fairy, Fae, Windy
Rank: Seer
Stage: Child

Personality: Bright, curious.

The seed has hatched, and from it emerged this little spry ball. Blessed with wings, this little nymph is in tune with things more then others. Fae is curious, a little wild, and happy-go-lucky.

Roleplayed in Pink.

[[Poison Oak]]



Nicks: Oak, Poi
Rank: Evil
Stage: Seed

Personality: Unknown.

Rose walekd around the small 'nest' she had built for Fairy's Wind Flower, making sure the seed was recieving a good amount of both light and nutrients form the earth. Mintaka had charged her with keeping the seedling in good care...

...and that's what she did.

"Can't wait til you come out," she said, sitting near it. "Min's kind fo eager too, but she says that now's not a good timefor her to come by... somethign important I think. But she said she'd stop by soon. But you have me, your big sister!"

She caressed it gently, sighing a bit and wondering. She found herself braiding her hair again, wondering. Perhaps she should try swimming. Or... perhaps she could just relax here. She wiggled ehr toes into the ground, comofrted by the cool of the soil, and daydreamed a bit while watching the seed.

Sage was not to be found in his usual spot, indentation where he usually lay empty. There was a faint trail though, of lightly bent branches and loose leaves leading away and towards the main garden.

The trail continued onward until it vanished in lower grasses near another stream. The trail wasn't needed though. Sage was sitting under a willow by the water, knees tucked up to his chest, staring vacantly off into space.

Sage looked up slowly, still seeming dazed. "Hi." His voice was soft. The shadows on his neck and torso seemed darker than they should have been for the breif time they were in view. His head settled back on his hands and he continuted staring out at the water.

His only response was a vacant shrug. His hair was covering the wounds on his neck, but a little blood was peeking out the bottom of his hair. He didn't want her to see that. He was still dealing with the fresh assault himself.