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This rp is between Lexicul (Divena) and Cynder Song (Angelique Delamort)

Lexicul settled down at the base of a tall tree, admiring the way the wind blew through the leaves. It really was a very beautiful spring day, with the weather not too cold yet not too warm. The rustling leaves even seemed like a gentle song played by the spirits. Her mind wandered, following that thought down its path and quickly weaving together an interesting little tale. Well, interesting to her, at least. She would tell the tale to her family, later. Maybe… if it was finished. So many of her tales never actually made it away from her head. She wanted to be a story teller, but really didn’t have the attention span for it.

A dandelion fluff drifted across her vision and Lexicul’s thoughts took a sharp turn, focusing on that little fluff. She imagined where it might have come from. A dandelion in a far off meadow, maybe. Oh, how it must have traveled far and long to find a new resting place. Through planes and meadows, above forests and between mountains. Never tiring, never stopping, looking for a meadow like that which it had left, a new home to call all its own… Maybe it would find a home at the base of a tree, sheltered from the worst of the summer sun. Oh, but no… she frowned. That wouldn’t do, would it? How could it get enough water for it to thrive? The tree would block all the rain and drink up any water. Unless the dandelion tried choking out the tree… oh, that poor tree…

"The dandelion fluff," she answered, dreamily, not quite processing that the voice had come outside of her head. Not yet, at least.

"It's going home," she corrected. She blinked and realized that she wasn't alone. "Oh... I'm sorry... Was I ignoring you?" It wouldn't' be the first time.

"Oh... was it?" Had she been speaking aloud? She had thought she'd gotten better about keeping her thoughts to herself.

“Oh, I wouldn’t know about secrets. But I did think of some more questions,” Lexicul smiled, dreamily. “Like where did it come from? Probably a meadow somewhere. A place with lots of sun and fresh air. Where is it going? Perhaps another meadow like the one it had left? Possibly a forest? Though that’s not likely, is it? No, the fluff would need lots of sun and air to grow into a full flower. Oh,” she frowned a bit, suddenly saddened by another thought. “But how many dandelion seeds actually find new homes and grow to full flowers in their own right? Is this poor little fluff doomed to wander for all eternity, always a seed, never growing any larger? Oh, how horrible! That poor thing!”

Lexicul sniffed a bit, considering this new twist. “I… suppose,” she murmured, thoughtfully. “If that is what the fluff truly wants… maybe it won’t settle. It wouldn’t be hard, would it? Never stopping, just catching the wind and going wherever it blows. Yes… Yes, I could see that. It would be such a free life, wouldn’t it? But, that’s only if you like being caught up and swept away without any control over your destination. It’s a bit of an illusionary freedom, don’t you think?”

"There is an argument to be made for the stability of family and friends that come with putting down roots," Lexicul pointed out, rather reasonably. "I love my family... though I don't see them much anymore. I would miss them horribly if I never saw them again."