?She had left Ludicael again, however, this time was not because she was leaving Alacritis in search of something. No, this time was because Fal?Dara needed to find something and she needed some time to just fall for the world around her all over again. She was excited, however, it wasn?t directly visible in the common term of the word. Her excitement was displayed through a light in her eyes, gentle movements of her body, and immediate smiles presented to the oddest of things. Specifically speaking, the green path of earth that was displayed before her not so far away. It was particularly bathed in splendor and the level of excitement she could have to bask in the sun there was wonderful. She would need something to do though. Eyes darted around and as she observed her surroundings the solution to her problem of boredom became incredibly apparent.
?Fal?dara danced around the valley and occasionally her head would dip down. The sight became more amusing as her maw became fuller and fuller. Upon closer inspection it was quite vividly apparent that Fal?dara was collecting flowers. There was an arrangement of colors and sized that she carried (her favorite being a purple one she had picked up). In her mind the scent of all of them with her was pleasurably intoxicating. She was an odd one, but she was equally happy. As the adventure came to an immediate halt the young woman turned her head towards the sun and watched it for a moment. It was beginning its ascension in the sky, but regardless, it was to be several hours before she needed to dedicate her time to her return home. After all, she did not wish to worry her mother again.
?Pulling herself back to her aforementioned ?spot of green? the babe pulled her body down onto the ground and dropped every flower that she had across her paws. A smile daunted her dark lips and she used her nose to push around the flowers. she wanted something of them. Though, this was not an attempt to learn about some herbal remedy they should have had, but it was more an attempt to make something remarkable of something that was already beautiful and Fal?dara couldn?t imagine crafting anything less than ingenious. She was a tiny thing (particularly and incredibly on the lower spectrum) however, she had (in her mind) a large task at hand and if it were the end of her she would accomplish it. Determination was something she had picked up from her sweet maman; and anything obtained from her mother was something she pressed close to her. Something she?d not be rid of.
