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WC: 255 OOC: Amata is in optime form, sitting by the lake, it's day, but certain time can be decided by you <3

Days blurred into one, and Amata found herself in a routine again, though still not enjoying herself like she wanted. She hadn’t found Leonard, and didn’t want to announce to the whole pack she was going to be leaving. She would tell her mother she would be heading to Halifax when she did. For now she would continue going on. She was found once again at rabbit lake, looking at the new expanded boarders. The pack was growing larger, that was a good thing right? Yes... yes it was, more family more friends, and there was probably so many wolve’s now that there was bound to be someone here who she hadn’t met... or who had any idea of what she could possibly do other than her healing. As it was late spring injuries and sickness was down to a minimum, and she was bored. She did not wish, however, that someone was sick or hurt. She was grateful, for the pack had too much loss already to risk anymore. Her life had been turned upside down during the winter months, but it was getting warmer, things were better now. the cold took its hurt away with it.

Amata thought about Leonard as she looked into the water. Their first encounter was strange it was hard not to think about it, but now that he lived her, she was glad. He had been hurt, and being alone couldn’t have helped him any. He was a nice man, and she found herself shaking her head, and beating herself up as she looked in the water to see a dreamy smile on her face. Men backstabbed, they pretended, only to get what they wanted and left. That was all they did. She couldn’t keep her guard down and she wouldn’t let another into her heart. She was angry at her self and threw her hand at the water to make her reflection disappear, splashing water on her leg. She sat back, not sure of herself anymore. Hadn’t she learned from the last man? Wasn’t one heart break enough? Even her namesake had that problem.... how could anyone have treated her grandmother like that? It disgusted her to think her grandfather wanted nothing to do with her mother, nor her mothers siblings. They were the best wolves she ever knew... Well she wouldn’t let that happen. Not again, and she didn’t know if Leonard would do that to her, she would prevent it anyway by never letting him into her heart.

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+3. Set in the morning? <33


Birds were softly chirping when she awoke, though traces of light had barely begun to show through to the day. But Giselle knew that, soon, it would bathe the world in a warm glow, proudly displaying a wonderful shine of colors; and as she prepared and dressed for the day, she too would display marvelous colors. Like the sun, Giselle selected to dress up in mid-length pale yellow gown, tied with an equal-shaded pink ribbon about the waist. The moment she fluttered out the door of the manor, the morning sun greeted her sparkling blue eyes. She sighed a happy sigh as she looked into the sky, her demeanor full of wonder.

Eyes casually glanced in the direction she had gone once before, to the valley, but decided to go south that day. A small smile crossed her simple features at remembering her day in the valley with Silvano, that boy with the emerald eyes. The young princess walked as if she were floating, not feeling the earth beneath her feet at all. Her heart danced for a moment, more-so in surprise of her companion as he crawled up to her shoulder, nuzzling her cheek. Cream-gloved hands returned the affection, silent all but for the warmhearted smile on her lips. Though 'Elle wasn't sure where she was going, all she could see was how the sun brought out the emerald in the trees around her.

Her floating pace led the pale girl and the stoat to the edge of a lake, and Giselle gasped. She marveled in the expanse of blue water, the surface sparkling from the light overhead. It brought out the whites and pinks of the fluffy clouds in the sky, which would soon dissipate like early morning mist. The stoat whispered something in the girl's ear, to which she turned her head and observed someone else there at the lake's edge.

Light blue eyes took in the sight of the other not but a few feet away, as the other girl angrily broke the water's surface with her foot. A remorseful looked crossed Giselle's face, taking a few steps towards the other and making her appearance known (as if her dress didn't do that already). "Oh, hello! Why are you doing that?" Her innocent curiosity was more directed at how anyone could be angry at water, when all it did was show one's reflection.

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OOC: I will try to make the posts better ; ; sorry is crappish


She was startled to the present and saw a woman whom she had not met before. Amata’s jaw nearly dropped and saw a wolf who looked so completely... well different that she didn’t know how to react... especially to that dress!! How could she walk in that thing? Amata closed her mouth and gave a shy smile. Then remembering the question the woman asked, she turned back to the water and shrugged, getting up. It would be rude not to introduce herself.

“My name is Amata Sadira, and you must be new here?”

She knew she didn’t know everyone who had joined before and after she came back, but she would have noticed this... eccentric woman quite quickly, so either the woman had been in hiding or really was quite new to the pack. It made Amata wonder where she had come from to wear such poofy outfits, and sound so absolutely innocent, though Amata thought she did every once in a while, but the second she heard this woman’s voice... it was as though she was still only a little pup.

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+3 :3 Giddy girl is giddy.

The pale princess seemed un-phased by the other woman's reaction to her bright get-up, still curious upon the assault on the water's edge. Her attention fluttered, however, as quick as a butterfly's wing towards the appearance of the white woman. Powder blue eyes widened in surprise as the wolf stood and came closer, to where Giselle could see her beautiful dual-colored eyes and silky braided hair. 'Elle's lips formed a small 'o' in wonderment of the elegant female before her.

And her voice complimented the rest of her, too. The mahogany haired girl forgot her own question to the other female, and instead focused on the inquiry in her own direction. "Oh, yes~!" She piped up, sticking her hand out with cream-hued fingers splayed. "I'm Giselle. You have such lovely eyes, and your hair..." Her light voice drifted off, as she couldn't help but lift one of her hands up to lightly touch the nearest strand of the other girl's hair. Tux made a trilling noise. 'Ahem..' The young girl heard, and snapped out of her reverie to see her companion cross his arms.

"Oh!" Giselle giggled, looking apologetic as she looked into the stoat's beady eyes. "And this little gentleman here, is Tux." The weasel gave a short bow to Amata while still perched on his caretaker's shoulder, whiskers twitching as he curled his black-tipped tail around him. "How did you get your eyes to do that? Are you-" She gasped in mid-sentence, inhaling the misty morning air, bringing her curled hands up to her lips. "-Are you magical?" The girl in the sunshine-colored dress stressed the last word, as if already believing it herself. It thrilled the pale female to no end that this two-colored eyed woman before her, a part of the Dream Land, could be an enchantress.

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WC: 311 OOC: Lol Amata thinks she's crazy now :3


Amata wasn’t one of the few wolves who used hand shakes as meeting someone or greeting them, she knew what they were, but this wolf before her was strange, and her voice, it seemed it surely belonged to a pup!! She wouldn’t judge thought it seemed she was so nice, and just very naive. Amata knew she would learn eventually. Her childhood thoughts would grow tainted and die as she saw the lands more and more, not that Crimson Dreams was corrupt, but one grew up quick around here.

“It is nice to meet you … Giselle”

She said moving from the other woman’s touch, did she not know about personal boundries? Amata didn’t let anyone but her true family to get that close, and she was just a new wolf in her pack! Thankfully something seemed to distract her, and she could see that it was yet another curiousity. It was a small weasel like animal, but not something she had ever seen she was about to speak to him, even if she couldn’t understand, when Giselle spoke again, of Amata’s eyes. Amata couldn’t keep in the laughter, and she let it out, it was a sweet sound ,but sudden and unpredictable.

“My eyes were this color since they were born, It shows that i am both my mother and my father.”

She giggled thinking of her own reflection and remembering as a pup she wondered the same question, except she didn’t ask herself if she was something magical. Her curiousity in the woman grew more.

“Where do you come from?”

She asked, surely the place the woman came from must have magic apparently for she seemed to accutely believe in it if she thought Amata’s eye’s were magical. SHe wondered what else the strange woman believed.

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Hahah, she is easily fascinated. xD WC: 329


The pale girl with the auburn hair had never known personal boundaries well, but she knew of respect. However, the enchanted woman before her - from the bi-colored eyes to the luscious waves of hair - seemed too good to be real. 'Elle couldn't explain it, nor could she help herself when her hand did reach for a lock of the other woman's hair. But there was not much of a consequence for her actions, a smile lighting up her face all the while.

But the curiosity of the magical woman's eyes remained, as both Giselle and her companion blinked at the sound of Amata's laughter. Giselle remained smiling, although silently inquiring with powder blue eyes at the woman. When the pair received an explanation, 'Elle's lips formed a small, round 'o', fingertips curled as she clasped them against her own chest. "Oh, they're very lovely." The compliment was delivered lightly, and genuinely. However, in the young girl's mind she still believed there was something enchanting about the white woman before her.

Eyes glazed over in a daydream, it took the stoat's single squeak into her ear to snap her out of it. She nearly stepped back, having been engrossed in her thoughts, that it took the young girl a moment to register the woman's question. "I'm from a land far away~" She began, now turning to face the large, sparkling lake. "Just papa and I in our little cottage in the forest, but he tells me we were banished from our kingdom, from the wicked queen.." Giselle's airy voice seemed to grow a bit darker as her voice trailed off, filled with a certain emotion she was very unfamiliar with. It wasn't happy, and deep down it scared the young woman. A moment passed before she turned to the woman again, ringlets of hair bouncing in the motion. "Are you a Dreamer?" The inquiry held a double meaning, as the young girl's eyes looked hopefully at the other.

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WC:321 OOC: Big Grin


Amata had to admit she was slightly put off by the woman, and yet so drawn to her innocence. She seemed to take Amata’s explanation, though Amata didn’t know exactly how her eyes turned the colors they were in the first place, the woman would soon find out it was not as uncommon as one would think. She smiled at the woman’s acknowledgement, though she had a feeling Giselle didn’t quite believe her. She listened to the short tale the woman had and frowned. She’d lived alone with her father? She wondered if he put fairy tales in the girls head. Amata was not a stranger to them, and for some odd reason this woman seemed to be a depiction right from the middle of one, but she wouldn’t insult Giselle by saying so or contradicting her. Amata was sure that the woman would find out soon enough.

“I’m sorry you were taken from your home, at least you have a home here now, and a safe one to boot”

Amata said, yes there had been trouble recently but that trouble didn’t linger, unlike in the other packs her mother had relieved the pack of what troubles there were. If it wasn’t for her, she was sure the pack would be in a lot worse state right now. She repeated Giselles’s last words under her breath, wondering what she meant really by it.

“I was born here, in Crimson Dreams if that’s what you mean, if by anything else, I’m afraid I am not a dreamer, I’m a healer, I like to see the practical things in life.”

She explained. She had see what other wolves could do to each other, what horrors could be seen around, though she was content with it. She knew bad things happened, but as long as they were dealt with it would never get any worse.

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Sorry I made you wait so long.. but my word count became the same as your previous post XDD. WC: 321


Although Giselle's tale was a sad one, it had a happy ending to it. Even then, she found new dreams and aspirations with each passing day since she had become one of the Dreamers. A smile crept up on her face and spread wide, happy for the other female's reassurance of her choice in pack. Truthfully, it was the first she came across, but when Savina's kind words reminded 'Elle of a mother she never had, it seemed the choice was made for her.

Tucking strands of hair away from her face, she began to fiddle with her own hands and look out onto the water. She listened as the other white female explained what she did, among other things, though Giselle had disregarded the part about practicality. In her mind, everyone had a dream, the Dreamers especially. Light blue eyes lit up as Amata called herself a healer, and the female looked back at her with keen interest. "That's very lovely. Papa gave me a book about the magical properties of plants, and how they can heal, but there's too many of them. Oh, but it does sound fascinating," She explained, not wanting to sound rude by her lack of knowledge with healing.

"I used to know what plants were good to cook with, but these lands are so big.. there's too many different colors and shapes. It'd be lovely if you could teach me what many of them are, sometime," She smiled, her words a gentle invitation to learn from the older female. Giselle was sure Amata knew of the local plants that grew around the pack, and Giselle was open to learning new things. The act would not go without the other learning something as well, if it was within the young girl's abilities. Presently, blue eyes scanned the floor around them, as if attempting to identify anything around them by the water. "Have you healed many wolves?"

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