[ AW ] to be a flower

Maeve had woken up that morning before the sun was able to rise over the mountains. In the time of darkness, he had started working in her garden, grabbing the buckets of water she would use to make sure her flowers would continue to thrive and bloom. Some of them had not yet bloomed, due to the weather being unsavory. Others would wait until other flowers bloomed, as if they needed the gentle coaxing to show off their beauty. Whatever it was, Maeve was patient and kind, knowing that they would do what they needed with her tender love and care. Gently she sprinkled the base of their stems, soaking the earth and soil in the refreshing water from the lake. It was not an easy task, but it was one she loved to do. She sang to herself as she got to work. Over the years she had learned what over watering and under watering looked like.

"Perfect!" she said to herself. Soon the sun was peeking over the tops of the mountains and trees. She had decided to wander close to the lake and wash her paws. After she had done that, she decided it might be time to clean all of her coat. When was the last time she had done it? Months at least. In the frigid temperatures, one would not dare to enter the water with their whole body. Maeve breached the surface with her frame, walking further and further away from shore. Luckily, she still had a large amount of her winter coat. So while she could feel the chill of the water, she also knew she would not be harmed by it.

She started to clean herself and dunked her head under water, only to quickly bring it back up again. She swam a few laps in the water, giggling to herself. She was having a bit of fun, forgetting why she even went into the water in the first place.

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It was a long, arduous walk back to Melrose from Yorkshire... At least it was for Anthe and her perpetually aching joints. She winced as she walked, each step making her legs ache from shoulder to toe-tip. She had decided, though it would make her journey a touch longer, to swing by Mirror Lake on her way home to her mothers. Perhaps a dip in the cold mountain run-off would help quiet her protesting joints... and she could take a moment to compose herself and her warring thoughts and feelings before she had to face Kyler or Nephele... It pained her to think she may have caused them to worry, but she couldn't simply let her life and this war pass by while she ached and cried in her den for relief.

As she came over one final rise, the crystal clear lake below came brilliantly into view... and with it, a form splashing about in the glittering water below. The sound of distant laughter reached her ears and, despite herself, she smiled at the sight. Cautiously, Anthe made her way down to the waters edge and cleared her throat, to at least hopefully avoid startling the stranger... in these times of tension, it wouldn't behoove her to go around frightening others whose allegiance she was unsure of. "Mind a bit of company? I've been walking a while... could use the brisk plunge to refresh myself," she called out, her tail waving gently behind her.

The female was enjoying her time in the refreshing water, when she heard a voice break the silence near her. She quickly turned to see who was there. A female was by the water's edge. Maeve could not help but to notice that she was a very beautiful tri-color wolf. They were of the same size it had seemed, and she could not stop staring into the striking eyes that were staring back at her. Orbs of red bore into the soul of the girl in the water. "I don't own this lake," she said with a giggle, "of course you can!" She smiled to the female, her eyes trying to collect as much information about the other as she could without being too obvious.

But she realized that she was very obvious, and for her sake, she hoped the other did not mind it. "Are you from around here?" Maeve had never left the lowlands, worried that she would break her mother's heart or worse, make her think something bad was going to happen to her. She gave the other a smile as she started to swim in large slow laps, just soaking up the water under her coat as she waited for a reaction or response from the other.

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I don't own this lake... of course you can!" Anthe couldn't help the smile that tugged at her lips at the girls sweet voice, and lilting laughter. She found her tail wagging graciously as she stepped out into the water, forcing herself to stifle a hiss at the frigid temperature. Her face likely betrayed her surprise and discomfort for a moment before she regained most of her composure, and flashed the stranger a toothy grin. "In a manner of speaking... yes, I don't live far from here. I was, uh..." she paused, catching herself before she said something stupid without even knowing where the other woman's loyalties lay.

"I was visiting my sister, and an old friend. My joints were aching from the long walk - so here I am. How about you?" she continued as smoothly as she could manage. Taking a deep, steeling breath, Anthe continued a bit deeper into the water so she was submerged up to her chest before fixing her ruby gaze back on the other woman. "I'm Anthe, by the way... Anthe Fritz."

She was gently kicking around the water as she glided around the lake. She was listening to the other. "That is very kind of you. I bet your sister and long time friend were very happy to see you." She moved closer to the other, trying not to splash her, as it seemed the cold water was not something she was acclimated to. "I have been born and raised here by my mother, along with my brother and sister." She said so matter-of-factly, but her voice was still soft and very sweet. This was where she would probably spend the rest of her days. After hearing about the draft, there was no way she was going to be going anywhere near the castle, for fear that a soldier might suspect her of being a criminal. That was not the case. She simply did not agree with the laws and rules set forth by the crown. Everyone should be able to come and go as they pleased without the terrible thought that they could be thrown into prison, just for living and breathing.

"Anthe, it is a pleasure to meet you! My name is Maeve." She moved closer to the other and bowed her head respectfully towards the other. It wasn't a custom for her to speak her last name often. She really didn't want anyone to link her to her mother if they wished ill will. But they could know her name, it was a fairly beautiful one and more unique she thought. "Will you be staying long? Or do you have to head home soon?"

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