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In her life, the young Lykoi had set her eyes on many boys. She would probably not openly admit it, but it was clear as day to see that the child was fickle in love. Or so, what she thought was love. Juniper Peace had raised her with values she continued to cling to, but she hadn’t ever realized just how those values had shaped her as she had gotten older. Now, in her prime years of life, she sought nothing more desperately then finding love. The world revolved around love and Mother Earth encouraged the girl to create and spread it, but she had felt lost lately. Clover had not been able to cling to her own namesake, and it made her feel broken.
But this boy, with his beautiful green eyes and his unusual gentlemanly manners, had unearthed a spark in the hippie child that sent electricity through her bones. She had felt something similar before – stupid attraction that had developed a simple crush – and she recognized the feeling. It was entirely exciting, and she welcomed its return. With so much cruelty in the world lately, Clover was afraid she was going to forgot how to love almost entirely. Now she realized she couldn’t let that happen.
Sirius. It was a strong name, and something the Lykoi woman saw fit for a gentleman. He reached for her hand and Clover willingly obliged him, the bloom of rose deepening along her cheekbones beneath her rouge mask. His touch was soft and strange swirl of emotion building in her chest told Clover that she sought more of it. What she would give to keep her hand lingering there in his. "Clover Love," she told him, leaving off her surname as she often times did. Though she felt bad for admitting it, sometimes the girl didn’t mention her Lykoi blood only so that she could feel more beautiful. Her family had dark histories and she did not always want to be associated with them. Though she loved her grandmother, Clover did not want to be thought of as a product of her. She was not like Kaena. Clover would rather be seen as the child of Mother Earth herself; beautiful, pensive, and serene. But what did Sirius see?
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