We have no apologies for being

It seemed as though she wouldn't be the only one enjoying the flower covered garden today. As Dusk collected flowers into a basket, (Yes, Dusk was collecting flowers. Weird, right?) her fiery gaze happened upon a small, colorful form. The tiny fae plopped down into a pile of flowers and a soft huff of amusement left the dark lady's nares. It was a good thing that she'd already collected some of those ones.

Since the two were in such close proximity, the obsidian woman cleared her throat lightly, alerting the other girl to her presence. Dusk stood in a patch of shade beneath one of the blossoming trees, a woven basket draped over one shoulder. She'd been collecting flowers simply because they smelled nice and because she knew Bramble would enjoy having pretty things to put behind her ears. She tried to be a good sister. Really, she did.

"Lovely day we're having," she voiced in naturally husky tones. The midnight fae gently extracted herself from the loop of the basket, careful not to get it caught on her antlers. After sitting the basket down, she seated herself as well, long tail slithering across the grassy earth to rest comfortably against one hip. "I'm Dusk Carpathius. Who might you be?"

"Dusk Carpathius"