[open] gunpowder and lead; all homeless

[Anneliese]

Anneliese had been busy in the flowers. Their sweet scent consumed her. She indulged herself by burying her nostrils deep into petals. She nearly fainted in the bliss of the scent that was now burning through her body. There was something about plants, trees, flowers, and all sorts of greenery that made her feel like home. A small strand of her dark green mane fell in front of her left eye. She curled her lower lip and blew a small whiff of air to shift the strand back into place. What a simple life Anne led. With no family she found herself amongst her own in a bed of petals and leaves. The den was quiet. It allowed Anne to hear the bees buzzing around her head attempting to get nectar from her primrose flowers. She shook her head and stumbled forward. As she tripped into dirt she heard a voice. What it offered was something Anne had been wanting. The green filly managed to her hooves and soared toward the two standing centrally in the den. ”Hello!” She rang as she skidded to a stop in front of them. ”May the faeries bless you.” She said with a dip of her head. ”My name is Anneliese or to put it simpler, Anne.” anneliese flower child follower of the faeries