Hushed Willows Paint me me like one of those french girls

@Aoibh

 

fairy wings fluttered on her back as she moved, simply exploring the place she wished to call home. It was quite a lovely place, from the vibrant flowers of yellow, red, orange, purples, and blues. it took her breath away as she thought of how these colors would look on wings, or if they were painted on another's fur. Could she make a color paste, something to stick to the fur and temporarily change to color of that wolf's fur? How fun would that be? 

should she try it?

It had been a day or two since her run in with Lumiya, and sleep had yet to grace her. The hours felt like years, she hadn't eaten and was feeling as lowly as the hellscape many uttered about. Perhaps that was Aoibh's proper setting, alone, suffering where the misfit and unsolvable souls went after days of toiling on the Earth's surfaces. Poor structure in her schedule, she sniffed around for poppy seeds idly, and chance would have it her picture perfect sister would appear on the scene, of course, lively and surrounded by flowers, daydreaming about fantastical wings.

Maybe Deidra could fix her, this illness growing in her mind and heart. She was a healer after all. Still, reluctant to show her face again after her outbursts, worried that Lumiya may have passed their fight on, caution those to be wary of her. She couldn't feel the ardor to hate Lumiya, or even dislike her. Because she was right. And Aoibh felt nothing to the young girl in comparison. Aoibh did not make her presence known at that moment, just wadded in the sheltered shadows of the willows, debating whether to approach out of politeness and sisterhood.

She looked over to the muddled patch of greenish purple that now stained her left paw from mushing chamomile and another herb that's name seemed to escape her mind, this was something for sleep and relaxation. "Lavender! she spoke in excitement,  it was lavender. The moment she though of it she crushed a few delicate petals along her for paw, on the top. She winced at the abuse of such a gentle flower but she waa curious. 

A plae line of purple seems to stai her fur there. Oh, oh, oh! This could be fun! What if she turned her entire body this color, what would her sister say. 

Speaking of her sister. "VIVI!" she bounced to her mostly twin, rubbing her unlavender colored body along her side. Nuzzling under her chin. She would look pretty in lavender or green..