Sleepy Fox Hollow Lilac and gooseberries.

Diaspora suited him better than Grimnismal ever could, she felt. Nyx felt the weight of her guilt as it settled on her peppered shoulders, recalling how she'd been too preoccupied in seeking the attention of their Beta to even care to learn his name. Their encounters had been brief ones, though the length of time it took to rouse this recognition spoke volumes of her arrogance.

"Do you remember me, Mahler?" she asked of him when he spoke of the coast, an almost fearful wonder swimming in the bright hue of her irises. Do you remember what I did?