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Phaedra
everything is more beautiful

because we are doomed


Let somebody else feel sorrow. Let somebody else feel despair. Today, Phaedra woke to a warm sun and a refreshing breeze, and she felt more alive than she had since she'd stumbled onto Cyrileth's lands weeks ago. She had found a somewhat permanent sleeping spot in the forests, and she returned there quite regularly. It felt nice to have somewhere to go back to... But today she had ranged from that area and had stumbled quite accidentally across a beautiful blooming expanse of flowers. A field of flowers, red faces tilted up towards the spring sun. She had not found something so beautiful in Cyrileth yet. It had seemed quite ugly and barren to her, before now.

She approached with a spark of delight in her emerald eyes. Her spirits were high, despite not having any real friends, despite being alone. She'd survived well enough so far, scavenging where she could, hunting down small chipmunks and squirrels on her own. She was learning how to survive, and though the evidence of her struggle showed in her visible ribs and slightly gaunt fur, she was getting better every day. She thought she might be successful in catching a rabbit soon, and she was mapping out sources of water in her travels. She was getting used to her new home, despite it not feeling very homey.

But this... This was unexpected. Grinning to herself, she stepped into the field, careful not to crush any flowers. They gazed up at her. The field seemed to go on forever, though she realistically knew it could not. "A million, maybe," she murmured to herself, scanning the sheer breadth of them. Then she lowered her nose and sniffed one delicate petal.

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"speech"

The scent of poppies is a strange one; certainly not new but not entirely pleasant either. Their smoky aroma is almost arid to her nostrils, not at all holding any of the sweetness that other flowers have. Wrinkling her snout, she pulls her head out of the bouquet and tilts her head to the sky to clear up the scents. Half-frowning and half-pouting, she feels slight disappointment that such prettily-coloured flowers would offer a smell as weird as that. She had thought they would be better.

She paws at the earth, feeling countless amounts of poppy stems bending beneath her feet. To her chagrin, no matter where she stands, she is always about to crush a handful of the flowers. Not wanting to do such a thing, she quickly weaves her way through the field, wincing each time she feels a poppy disappear beneath a sea of green.

Is there not any place that doesn't have poppies, she bemoans as she scours the horizon for any patch of land without a spattering of crimson.

As far the eye can see, poppies consume the earth up until the volcano and marshes yonder. Surely they do not spread all the way there, she thinks with mild terror and fascination. She isn't sure if poppies grew anywhere else in Cyrileth, if her recent travels have shown her anything. But to have all of the west conquered by them...

She lets out a breath of amazement at the red sea before her. "Wow..."
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Phaedra
everything is more beautiful

because we are doomed


"Wow..." Phaedra's ears perked up. She turned her emerald gaze from the blossoming red poppies before her, trying to assess where the sound had come from. It was close, and... Ah. There. Nearby, on the edge of the sea, stood a woman, seemingly doing the same as Phaedra. She looked awed by the poppies, leaning down to sniff them as Phaedra did. Her coat was earthen toned, matching more precisely with the forests behind her than Phaedra's did. A welcoming wind brought an unfamiliar scent, though Phaedra was unsurprised she did not know her. She did not know many wolves in these lands, though each new meeting brought her a bit more hope that she could find a home here.

She paused a moment, thinking, before she began to approach. She stopped a respectable distance away, smiling. The woman was closer to her age than several she had seen out and about so far, and she had a kind face that drew Phaedra in. "Hello," she offered, her tone tinged with warmth that came from standing in the sunshine in a beautiful place with someone who might become a friend. She was hopeful for that scenario, at least.

She glanced at the flowers around them. "I've never seen anything like this place before," she said honestly. Her home had been beautiful, but it had been cerulean seas, white sand beaches, lush greenery. This place -- red poppies splattered across the earth like paint -- was unusual. "I'm Phaedra," she said after another moment, her emerald eyes focusing again on the woman before her.

"speak"


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"speech"

Manon doesn't expect to hear the voice that responds to her soft exclamation and her ears immediately react, swivelling in its direction. Eyes quickly following, they flicker onto the girl and she blinks in surprise. Mouth falling open slightly, she takes a short intake of breath in mild wonder. She hadn't noticed her at all! Not even her scent!

Nose twitching as she takes another sniff, she deduces that the poppies might have covered it completely as the smoky bouquet of the flowers remains constant. However, with a deeper inhale and the fact that she can see the stranger, she thinks that she can make out the unique smell of something, or rather, someone not floral.

The girl seems friendly as she approaches first and Manon has to fight the urge to step back instinctively, silently praising herself for staying put. She smiles shyly at the 'hello' and she tilts her head to the side habitually as the other wolf introduces herself. Pulling her paws in towards herself in a sudden display of politeness, she murmurs meekly but with a friendly keenness, "Hello, I'm Manon."

Nodding slightly, in agreement to Phaedra's description of the field, she says, "I've never seen this many poppies all in one place." Lifting her gaze modestly to look at Phaedra's face, she asks curiously, "Are you from here?"
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Phaedra
everything is more beautiful

because we are doomed


The woman's open, honest look of surprise made Phaedra instantly like her. There were so many wolves in her life that hid their intentions behind shifty eyes and curiously blank countenances. There always seemed to be an ulterior motive, an agenda behind every word and action. She had been betrayed by those she loved the most, and now, since arriving at Cyrileth, she was learning that the shadiness had not been entirely abandoned in her homeland. There was much more to be wary of here than she had envisioned. And so it was a welcome sight when the stranger's face fell open like a book, displaying emotion clearly and plainly across it for the world to see.

Phaedra came forward to be friendly, and the woman's shy smile encouraged her. "Hello, I'm Manon." The stranger's voice was soft and sweet, like a strangely shy type of honey. "I've never seen this many poppies all in one place." Phaedra returned Manon's smile and looked back out over the field. It was certainly beautiful, bursting with color. "It's almost magical," she said in a half-whisper, as if she did not want to disturb the myriad of crimson plants around them. "If you believe in such things." She didn't, really. She believed her gods could do wondrous miracles, but she did not believe in random magic. There had to be a purpose behind it.

"Are you from here?" Phaedra looked back to Manon's curious green eyes and shook her head. "No," she admitted. "I only got here just recently. I grew up a ways away." She paused. "I haven't met very many wolves yet here... Did you grow up here?"

"speak"


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