Jolene was a troubled soul not that her pride would ever let her admit it of course. Ever since the day her parents discarded her - tossing her away like the tide tosses its water she seemed to be lost in a fragile state suspended somewhere above her sorrow hanging on by a thread. No she was never the same.. how could you be when your own parents cast you aside like that? Now Jolene just spent her time moving from place to place, always bouncing around to stay with extended family or friends, new and old alike; nothing ever lasted long though. After a week or so it was time to move on. Divvy the time between here and there that was her motto, more like run away from her troubles. I suppose that’s why she found herself here again; something always brought the girl back to this forest but that same little inkling always drew her on; persuading her that sooner or later her past would catch up with her if she stayed. Fear. It controlled her life even if seemed like the farthest from the truth. She was an excellent liar. The best of her kind. You learn things like that when your out on your own especially as young as she was when she was thrown out to fend for herself.
It seemed the fair-haired Gemini needed another place to stay before going off on her merry little way, forever in search of a way to cleanse herself of her sins. You could say it was her wandering mind that led her to the clearing - the first in miles but truthfully it was just plain old luck. Luck? Did that even exist anymore… No I guess not, not in her book at least. Luck would have kept her with her mum and dad, luck would have at least given her a home. She had no home… no she wouldn’t pity herself. She didn’t need pity - not her own or anyone else’s, she was as free as the wind damn it! She had to be…
Her eyes had been staring aimlessly into the seemingly never ending sea of blooms for nearly and hour before anything happened to draw her attention away from it. Something managed to though, it always did. Her grey eyes snapped up from their trance to the reflective pelt of some outsider. You could say she was curious to see who it was who had interrupted her from one of the few almost non-existent train of thoughts she ever had but in reality she just couldn’t keep her mind grounded like that. Her thoughts ran about as wild as the blood in her veins. Unkempt blonde hair swayed as she walked over to the stranger, brandy tail waving in interest; not in that hormonally driven way of course, even as the little hellion she was she never acted like a blatant whore in front of others. Her mind was more set on idle conversation, always conversation so she could swindle a stay at a den for a few days, parents never liked that much though… oh no, no, no. “That’s fine in hell boy” if she recalled correctly a dam saying to her son as he dragged in a rather fine looking piece of riffraff.
Well isn’t somebody looking dandy tonight?
Her lips twisted into a rather surprisingly pretty smile as she waited for the boy to reply
What holds your attention so?
Her voice was dripping with sarcasm at that last little line, she just couldn't help herself. Making friends now are we? So much for charming the pants off 'em. Charm wasn't in our little damsels vocabulary. No she was blunt and... rough around the edges. Lets try and get a smile on that pretty face shall we?
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