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Flayra


The ground was soft with the mornings rain, but the world around the small meadow was coming to life. Mati had retreated from her sunroom abode and just began to stroll out behind the Manor. Her pace was lazy; even though when she had woke she had curse it’s name and wished the rain to end. Now that it had Mati had wandered whole-heartedly out into the open air, but she walked with a calm and reflective nature, absorbing each rain scented breath as her eyes danced over the new greens that peaked through winter’s dieing browns.

A hand went to the waves of mane that she had tried to pin up and away from her face; stands were often misbehaving and falling into her eyes. Part of her wished to run to the Marino girls room, to ask if she would walk through the now calm spring afternoon with her. Her relationship with Cambria was too new for her to be busting down her door for an audience. But in these moments of solitude Mati could hardly make it a minute without her mind trailing back to the sea-green eyed female.

The valley spread out in front of her, and she traveled to its middle. Carrying a tattered old sketchbook (one of her very firsts) Mati searched for the focal of her next sketch. She sat in the grass, eyes looking at the older pages that she been doodled and drawn on when she was as young as six months of age. They were so primal, harsh lines that reminded for of the days when she had yet learned to use the hands she had now perfectly.


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The morning rain had ended... for now. At least, it was a good time to go outside to enjoy the fresh air and aroma of the mixed flowers over at Cottontail Valley which came over to the mansion. The valley of flowers was only a short distance away from the Dreamers' refuge, so a short walk would suffice. Flayra's blue orbs scanned the area around her, water drops hanging on the leaves as they sparkled a miniature colorful rainbow as she walked by. Light gray clouds hovered by, but showed no sign of another rain disturbance. The light gray wolfess walked ever so calm and softly as she approached her destination, to the valley of flowers.

She might have stayed inside if it was going to rain again. She had done that many times before, but this time, she thought to make the most of the break in the rain she had to go for a little walk. There was only a piano to play, but it was doubtful that anyone would be inside to listen to her play. She wasn't really a composer, so she it wouldn't be possible for her to make a new song on the instrument. She could ask Ghita if she could help Flayra learn more Italian, but she didn't where she was. She hoped she had recovered properly after that deer had kicked her a few times in the chest during a little hunt a couple of weeks ago. So, no one of these to do, so a walk outside was the only other thing there was to do.

Blue eyes spotted a figure some few meters away. It was a wolf, younger than the wolfess it seemed. Must be one of the juvenile members of the pack, possibly one of Naniko's pups now grown up. However, she believed she had met this girl once before. It was possible that it was during a pack meeting or two. What was her name? Matthew? Matti? It sounded like a boy's name, but it was known that some girl's had boy names, so anything was possible about the smaller girl. From what the wolfess could see, the girl had a old sketchbook in her hand and a pencil behind her ear.

Flayra didn't stay there staring at the younger Dreamer. She calmly approached the girl that sat int he middle of the valley of flowers. Maybe she was going to draw some flowers. Anything is possible with a sketchbook and a pencil. Flayra hadn't been much of a drawer, nor had she drawn anything before. She could write, that was about it, but writing wasn't considered drawing. Coming now only a meter away from the young girl, a warming smile formed upon the wolfess's lips. "Hello there," she said as a start to the potential conversation that the two were about to engage in.
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She looked out into the weather-worn day, a faint smile cast upon her face. She wondered softly, the thoughts not harsh or intrusive, about what the new season would bring. They would be small things, she predicted, and nothing to overshadow what had already happened at the new first lights of spring. Everything was different now, just as the weather and the Earth had changed so had she. She took the pencil from her tied mane and let the lead rest against the heavy paper, the line flowed lightly across the grains.

A voice called to her, her progress resembled nothing at all even to the creator as she looked up to see a pale female. Her mood and instinct told her to smile, and so she did. At first glance she could have thought she saw her sister, the striking blue eyes and the pale coat. But in every way the woman was similar to Brooklyn, she was different. Her hue was more silvered then the stark alabaster that was her sister's pelt. And her features were uniquely hers of course. "Hi." Mati spoke in response. She had seen the other around the packlands of course, though conversation had never been more then a polite nod. They had never been introduced, and so she gave her name, "I'm Mati." The Church fey was not surprised that she had gone this long without knowing her, locked away in her studio as often as she was.


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Flayra looked around the area of the valley. She felt good being in a place that was really familiar to her. Flowers calmed her mind. Being called the Flower Child, she was a flower herself. She has not not considered herself as the Flower Child for a long time. Well, she was getting older. She might be forgetting some of the stuff from her youth. However, she will still be the Flower Child, even if she forgets it. Times and change and everyone gets older.

Returning now to the girl, she gave her name. Mati was her name. At least Flayra got her name partially right before. It did start with a M. The white wolfess sat down next the girl. "I'm Flayra. Nice to meet you, but I do believe we met before, during a pack meeting perhaps?" Anything would be possible on how the wolfess met the girl before, however, a pack seemed to the only plausible thing she could think of.
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There were not many that she did no know in the pack, so she thought it a bit odd that she still had yet to meet this member. But, there was a good chance that Mati didn't know more then just this pale female. She was always locked in her room, or her thoughts lost in the budding relationship between she and the apprentice medic. It was so easy to get lost in thoughts of Cambria, so easy for her to drift away with their small memories.

Mati smiled, I think so too. She said, thinking back to the meeting Savina had called to discuss the conflicts between Inferni and Dahlia. Mati's only connect to either lay in Silas. The Russian accented boy had always been kind to her. They can be a bit sterile. Mati said with a fake scowl. She missed the days when they gathered for fun and not just for business. I came out here to sketch, even though the day isn't too pleasant. Mati explained. She lifted up the pad of paper and her pencil. Mati wondered if she liked to create too, or if she was just enjoying the lack of rain.

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Flayra tried to social with the other wolves herself, but with the war, it was difficult, even before the war. She wouldn't take chances in case that the wolf, or coyote, was dangerous. So, she concentrated more with the wolves in the pack. Nothing happened. She just spent those days on the piano, playing a melody after another, unable to compose of her own. She was gonna try some composing, to see how she goes.

She looked at the sketchbook, some of the pages had some drawings on them. The girl came to draw. What would she be drawing? "Drawing? Sounds interesting. What would you be drawing in particular?" There were many things she could draw if she wanted to. A whole forest. The Valley of flowers. The birds in a nest. An endless list of nature to be copied on a piece of paper.
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Well, The female began with a small smile, I was trying to capture that size and the shape of the meadow, and the forest surrounding it. The idea had only just come to her right then and there. It wasn't always easy to simply think of things to create but as her eyes wandered around the meadow she found that, This could make a nice painting. The colors were a bit muted and dulled at this moment, but Mati knew that she could change and brighten them just a bit.

The other fey seemed pretty interested in her sketch book, and Mati wondered aloud, Are you creative Flarya? The brown wolfess had not found many canines that she could talk freely about art with. Strel, of the Cours pack, had been the one and only that she could really talk about colors and making things.

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Whilst looking at the drawing, she listened to the girl's intention to capturing the dimensions of the meadow. The area around them was pretty big, unless the girl was talking about a smaller part of the meadow. With the flowers also in the mix, there would be some color mixed into the painting. However, the girl seemed to have found the good scenery she was looking for to be printed on the paper.

Flayra looked at the girl as she asked her a question. Creative? Well, she was creative in some ways, but not in painting. She could play the piano, but not able to make her own compositions. However, she had a good taste of what would go good with something else. "Well, not with painting, but I can be creative when putting more than one thing together."
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Her pencil had stopped moving along the smooth grain paper, but her violet eyes still danced lightly over the landscape as the other female spoke. They came to rest on her pale and blue accented features. She looked so much like her sister it was hard for the female not to think of Brooklyn when she looked at her. Both were pretty of course, and Flayra's gaze and face were pleasant to look at. Mati felt a small smile reach her face, a question coming to her thoughts easily. What sorts of things? Her eyes were planted on the female's face firmly now, curiosity blossoming.

Have you made anything recently? Now that they topic had been breached her thoughts would not venture far from it unless guided by her companion


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The girl thought on that question that the smaller girl had asked her. She looked at the trees and the mountains, for they were the back round, and the flowers that were in front of them. She had a pretty good idea of what sort of things that she could be creative. "Well, it's not just the things, but it's also what the background is. However, if you want me to say, it could be numerous things. Flowers for one thing." The word 'flower' seemed to the primary word in this conversation. She didn't complain.

The white girl then thought again on the next question that was asked to her. She had made her room creative with a mixture of flowers in every corner. She might need a green house to put her flowers in. She was running out of space. A room full of flowers. That's only thing I can think of that I made recently. I might need t put them some where else."
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Mati looked at the wolfess with a pleasant smile. Spring was certainly in the air, the scent of fresh rain and a light warm breeze running over the small valley. It was only Mati's second spring, and she thought eagerly of summer. Moments of lazy warmth, sunshine and plentiful food came to her on the light winds that rustled the newborn leaves. It was nice to share a few moments with the other female, growing to now her as slowly as the rain dissipated from the dank sky.

Flowers? She rhetorically asked with a cock of her head. She wondered how she grew so many flowers, enough to fill a whole room in act. Mati knew her adoptive mother had a love for all plants, and made it part of her rank in the Dreaming lands. That's pretty neat. Mati commented with a small smirk. I guess if you like something it's kind of hard to not get enough. My room is full of paintings.



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Come to think of it, there was a shed like building outside, behind the manor. The walls and rook were of a plastic work, the sun still gets in and that. It was still in good condition. No cuts or tears. It would make a perfect green house for the white females flowers of the sorts. this season would be a good time to put them in for the sun light. She would have to go out and give them water.

She looked at the girl as she commented about Flayra's creativity. Flowers were basically her life, since she was born. Her name had something to do with flowers. Same with the girl, but with paintings. "Yeah, flowers are a big part of my life. My name, Flayra, actually means Flower Child." It was then she picked a wildflower in front of her, threw it up to let the wind carry it off.
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It was always nice to find a space that could be made into something special. It wasn’t always easy to find, unlike Mati some places didn’t just falling into your lap, and there could be a bit of searching that needed to be done in order to find it. The room she owned had been dusty, cluttered and fairly dank. It had taken some time and lots of work for it to get it cleaned and ready for her to live in. But it was worth it, and she had been able to make it everything she ever needed.

Mati looked down at her sketchbook, finding that what she had would likely be enough to start a painting. The proportions seemed in place, and eyes danced over the landscape once more to memorize the natural patterns of trees and grasses. Flayra spoke, and her eyes roamed back towards her face and Mati questioned with a soft tone, What language is that? She knew that many of the Commander’s children were names in an Italian influence, though her own had little external ethnicity.


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It was a question she could not provide a definite answer. She had thought that it sounded Native American, if not, probably Viking. She never really knew the truth of the origin. She just sometimes let her mind wonder to think what it meant. Not even Pendzez knew much about the name she received. She never really thought much on how she got it, only that she knew it had something to do with flowers.

She turned back to the girl with the sketchbook, thinking of an answer to give to her question. "I'm not quite sure. I did have some thought of what it was, but can't really say." She didn't want to say more about it, she didn't want to get confused more than she was before.
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Her finger flipped through the pages of the book. They were mainly black and white, or gray charcoals. It was rare to find colored pencils, and colored chalk pastels were even more rare. She used the sparingly, and when she found them the artist transported the soft easily breakable sticks of pigment as if they were fragile pups. Swaddled in thick cloth and tucked into a wooden box if she could find it.

Mati gave a small shrug and a smile to the other female. I don't know where mine came from either, or even if it means something. Her grin was large, her shoulders raised slightly at the amusing fact that neither of them knew of any origin. My brother was named after Haven Manor, the rest of my siblings... She paused as she ran them through her thoughts. nothing exotic.


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Flayra looked down at the book as the little female looked through the pages at the different drawings that were made of different drawing objects. There weren't many colors in there. It all was either gray or black. However, nowadays that the humans aren't around anymore, color pencils and pastels would be hard to find, even in the old shops that are abandoned in Halifax. If she did find some, she might have to give them to the little fae so she may draw with them.

Mati then spoke about her own name, saying that she did not know where her name came from herself. She did say of her brother, given his name after the Manor. Her name had something to do with flowers, Zazkex meant child, ergo, the name Flower Child. However, she listened to the girl. "I always had this thought that, my mother might have been from a pack that practiced in Native American culture and traditions. So, I think my name might be related to Native American names."
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Mati didn't know anything about Native Americans beyond the fact that they were a culture that a group of humans had been affiliated with. She had seen a few pictures, their head dresses and attire seemed odd to her. But what she didn't know about one group of beings was not something that she could use to judge them. Instead Mati grew a bit curious, the questions coming freely. Thats pretty neat. My mothers didn't have much of a religion or culture. Did your's teach you anything, Native American-like?" Violet eyes looked to the female's pale face and blue eyes.

They were there only a moment, before look back down at the pad of paper. Her sketch was basically complete, for the colors would come with paints once she put it on canvas. She imaged a group of humans, feathered and dancing around a fire, the only thing she had seen from Indian life.


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Flayra knew little about the Native Americans and their cultures. Each one was more different than the other. It was the clothing and headgear that was most inspiring and intriguing. How did they caft something like those most excellently and elegantly? It was a mystery. Maybe they were just gifted that way. Many have different gifts.

The facial expression Flayra had then disappeared when Mati asked about her mother. She didn't even get a chance to ask her about how she received the name. It left her wondering about it for a while, but she then chose not to think on the past. In a light saddened sigh, she replied."Sadly, no. She died when I was three months old."


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