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[Adara Smythe]

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A smile curled about the little girls lips with her eyes closed. The breeze seemingly carrying the voice of her mother to her. She was in her own world, the scent of the flowers and trees wrapping about her encompassing her in a serene state of mind. The tiny flattering of small wings barely heard in a distance, though the pixies were near her, guarding her, protecting her. Her eyes slowly open the dark grey turning into a soft lavendar.

"Oh mommy, I wish you were here. I do not think father is pleased that I am what I am. I think he wanted a boy instead."

She thought of how much Varrius was almost like father. The other children also seem to have their place. She felt odd, like there was something the matter with her. She wanted to play and chase animals, the others wanted to get married and fake death scenes and fight. She didn't mind fighting, but only if it was necessary. Her aunt Doireanne seemd to understand her. She seemed to accept the reason that draw Adara to this tree, this place of all others. If her father ever found out where she snuck off to each day during trainings and the such. He would have her rear red for sure. She could feel her insides turn into knots. She had hoped each day she came here, there would be an answer for her. Something to direct her in what she needed to do. Should she continue to follow what she feels in her heart, or should she train and be more the child her father was wanting? She stood up and dusted herself off. Her father was counting on her, she should try and do as her father wishes. She moved to the grand tree and hugged it, offering a soft little peck upon its bark.

"I love you mommy, please know that. But I need to try hard and be what father is wanting."

With that heart breaking farewell, to the only thing that made her feel truly connected to her mother, she picked up her bow and arrows and headed back home.
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Nature is but a cycle in which we all live and die by.

[NightShade]

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Thru the shadows she could hear the tiny voice, calling out to her mother lost and alone.

Her friend had helped her daughter and for this she was greatful. Yet it all came down to her absence. She wanted to be with them to see them grow up. She wanted to stand with her daughter and help her with her dress on her wedding day. Poignantly the shadows and whispers that were Wisteria began to tear, held back by the ones she loved she could find no peace.

Maelwyn had tried to move her on to that which she deserved, to greater things as was the druid beleif. Yet she could not help but look back to see her family their hearts broken, the grief filled face of Toren as he struggled to care for the children.

The great branches of the tree stretched out towards the little girl as she left, the winds picking up and rushing forth swirling around her. Whispers carried to her ears, Wisteria doubted the girl could hear them, at the moment she wisteria was depleted of her strength having been materializing in the living world more than she should as of late.

Appearing before Tavish, Wisteria spoke softly to him. Tavish seek out thy godchild, the druid blessing is upon her and she is lost and alone. Though I know it is against our beleifs, even now I work to return to hold them again, they need me Tavish. Please do not be angry for the actions I must take...

Torens eyes opened as he felt her presence a soft kiss on his forehead and a gentle breeze on his brow.

Soon my dearest, you and the children will grieve no more, have faith in me forgive me for what you will have to endure...
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