We have no apologies for being

The girl came and sat beneath the shade tree and introduced herself. Dusk accepted the name with a nod. It sounded familiar, but she'd been out of the loop as far as politics went lately thanks to her injuries. When the girl apologized about ruining her garden, Dusk laughed softly and shook her antlered head. "It's not my garden. I'm just collecting flowers that smell nice. My sister will appreciate it and hopefully I can talk her into making me some nice smelling sachets with the rest." It was good practice to keep nice smelling things around. Couldn't be the smelly kid in class.

Birds sang overhead and Dusk looked up for a moment, her fire opal gaze resting upon a pair of blue birds locked in some dancing mating ritual among the branches. "A good memory, eh? Those are nice things to have." Dusk wasn't the best at small talk, but she tried.

"Dusk Carpathius"