Shahrizai, Ea, any Scortonis <3

[Noori]

Most days, most days stay the sole same
Please stay, for this fear it will not die
Down low, down amongst the thorn rows
Weeds grow, through the lilies and the vines

She is, and has always been, a floater. Since the day she came from her mother’s womb as a sun-freckled, strawberry-roan darling, her heart has longed for travel. Perhaps her parents ought to have recognized this restless nature of hers, the shuffle of her feet in long meetings and the way she tarried near the borders of the Jungle. Perhaps they should have noticed this, and warned her from swearing herself to the sisterhood.

But they did not, and she wears the angry red slash of betrayal upon her chest as a reminder of that fact.

Ah, well, I can’t blame them over much now; they are rather dead, Gods rest their souls.

A wry smile unfurls across the lips of Mother Spring, a buxomous and sensual image. Her thoughts wander to and fro just as she does now, her long, white-birch legs carrying her between Mythical kingdoms. Or rather, what used to be the Mythical kingdoms - even as the separations of traits ceased to exist, Noori found herself abiding in one of the three: the Desert, where Vanquish lived once more; the Valley, where her once-lovers might be found; and the Dale, where she thrives best, surrounded by greenery and not a care in the world.

After a long stay in the Dewdrop Deserts and a happy visit with her almost adoptive father, Noori has restarted her little trek once more. She heads north, leaving flower petals and a warm, loving feeling in her wake. She hopes those insignificant creatures in her wake enjoy that sensation; she has long since given up the chase of returning to normalcy, to the life and body she once knew where children did not galavant about her and grown men did not fall in stupors of love.

Alas, this is her curse and her blessing - the Spring between Winter and Summer.

A certain aura of excitement shrouds the Dale as she enters it (without stopping at the borders - her scent ought to be well known here, though perhaps not her face). A cocked brow and a twitched ear brings Noori out of her trancic thoughts, and her nostrils flare. A familiar scent is somehow more evident in the land today, and she can’t exactly place why.

Raising her dished nose, the woman-tree calls softly for the scent she smelled, luminous green eyes scanning the horizon eagerly. Further investigation is required, and, oh, Noori has always been one for melodrama.

noori

Everyone come play!! But especially Shah and Ea because y'all asked for it
I'm sure that everyone accidentally meeting in the Dale is totally plausible... heh ^_^