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[Lavendel]

Lavendel, a refuge. Her name didn't fit well with that title, didn't fit well at all. She had cried when the news came, had they not been doing it right? Oh God, was it her fault? Had she failed Sylva in her duties?... No. No it was that bastard Modicum that ruined it. He ripped the only true home she had known from her. It was he who had caused the unshed tears to burn her eyelids as she stood before him whilst he slithered his way into her queen's throne. It was he whom she had wished such terrible things on before leaving the forest forever. It was he who had made them all feel so alone... So terrified. 

The tears came slowly at first as she walked, and then wracked her body in such fitful sobs that she had to stop and let the emotion take her for a while. It was gone. Gone to who knows what the clown would do. The queen who took her in like a child had slipped away like fine silk, and Jesper... Sweet Jesper who knew where he had gone. The painted woman choked on a sob and turned her head to the dimming  sky. Where would she go now? She fought her mind for memories of where those she had met went home too.

Tephra, while nice seemed much to dark for the girl, and Nerine wasn't her kind of party, Ischia had become to wrapped into the nonsense, and...

She shook her head fitfully.

Hyaline. She would go to Hyaline in search of Svedka and Ilma, they had been so kind to her before... Lavendel smiled ever so slightly at the memories of the two and found the strength to glide forward once more. 

Hyaline.

~

It was prettier than Svedka said it would be.

The mountains rolled into the perfect little valley, who's heart was the shinning emerald of a lake only who knows how deep. The trees made nice little copses all decked out in seasonal Wysteria and colorful flowers of the iris sort.. It was beautiful and so brightly colored that Lamb wondered if Hyaline made colors all on her own. Not anywhere in sight did she see the tell tale oranges and reds of the Sylvan floor. Somewhere in some part of her she closed that door with a slam. 

She couldn't change what had been done. It was too late for worrying, but then again there was never a need to worry. 

She called out to them then, hoping someone would come. 

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