brave as a (dande)lion

By now Spriggan considered herself an expert on dandelions. They were absolutely everywhere no matter where she was. The weather seemed to do little to deter them as well, the Austerean spring even seemed to make them more prominent. Spriggan loved to collect them. Despite the vast distances across the world, they always remained the same. Bright, yellow, and so happy to see her. The tiny girl couldn’t help herself in her desire to harvest and bring them home with her. Even though the Hallows itself was chalk full of them.

Delicate paws meandered through the greening grasses of the aspen forest, not too far away from the border of the Hallows itself. The tiny vibrant flowers were everywhere and she couldn’t have been happier about that fact.

"Spriggan Carpathius"