let them see your black heart, baby

Clover Love Lykoi · 03-19-2011, 05:40 PM

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*runs in* Oh hayyy, lovely hippie family! <3 +5

Finally it seemed as if winter was winding to an end, and for that the young coyote child was grateful. Though she had appreciation for all of Mother Earth’s seasons, Clover had begun to grow tired of the monotony of white and grey. She longed for blue skies and vast amounts of greenery, accompanied by the music of life heard in the bird’s morning songs and the crickets at night. The storm from weeks prior had inflicted quite a lot of damage to the area, but Clover did not want to linger on those things. They had all done their best to clean up the mess, and they were all trying their best to move on with their lives. Spring was coming, and that meant it was time for change.

Having been holed up inside the mansion for the duration of the storm, Clover had longed to get out into the fresh air. She had been spending more and more time outdoors once again, returning to her natural roots and embracing the environment Mother Earth had provided her. If she was being honest, she had come to resent D’Neville slightly, if only because she had been trapped there. Really, she had no reason to be displeased with the mansion, for it had kept her safe during the inclement weather, but now she wanted nothing more than to be free. Perhaps she would not go back to her bedroom for quite some time, and live elsewhere as her sisters did.

She called for Daisy, deciding what she needed most was a change of scenery. Her afternoon had been spent tending her plants in the greenhouse, trying to save those that had not already withered away. Clover had been blessed with a green thumb, but lately it seemed as if her gift had begun to lose its power. However, as long as her favored plant survived, the young Discens decided she wouldn’t remain too upset.

The white mare came trotting up to the girl’s side, and Clover turned to greet her, patting her broad neck and stroking her mane there. Much like her sister, Clover did not use any tack with Daisy and communicated rather simply through gesturing and low speech. She wasn’t as proficient in low speech as Sage, but she was growing more skilled as its use increased. Having done so times before, Clover lifted herself onto the horse’s back and the two were off. She had no real destination in mind, other than to get somewhere away from here. Perhaps she would visit the two that completed the trio of hippie girls, but for now she would let Daisy steer her where ever she pleased. As long as she was out enjoying what Mother Earth had to offer, Clover didn’t really mind what her physical location was.

The cylinder of white was once again present between her fingers and Clover breathed slightly easier. The thick scent of sweet cannabis clung to her pelt, though the smoke drifted lazily behind the mare and coyote pair. "Soon it will be spring, Daisy. Life will be full of color again, and Mother Earth will bring us beautiful flowers and the singing birds and babies galore! Oh, I can’t wait," she sighed dreamily, speaking in high speech, thus in effect essentially speaking to herself. This was lost on Clover though, as she brought the smoldering joint again to her mouth and filled her lungs with a deep inhalation of smoke. She did not mind drifting off to this wonderful dreamy world of spring, replacing what she saw in front of her with what she hoped to see. It was only because of this that when her straw colored eyes finally spotted her siblings on the farthest point of her view that she thought she was conjuring them. A broad grin lighted her features and the girl raised a hand to wave. "Hello, my loves, hello!" As Daisy brought them closer, Clover didn’t realize what she was seeing. She hadn’t realized it was Micah who was accompanying the other hippie girls.

Oh how her heart would soar when she realized she was to be reunited with her dear baby brother.

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