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note! Tomcat!Alexander AU does not belong to me this art does. It belongs to the wonderful @casa-deblas !!

my tomfoolery continues...can anyone hope to stop me and my need to draw for others??

The dreams were always the same. A forest, unbearable pain. There was someone who was very blue and they did… something? And then everything went black. And then she woke up.

A fever in a place like this was always horrible. She pushed herself to her feet and nearly fell back down. Water. She needed water. That was the most important thing when you had a fever. Get water and stay hydrated. She pulled herself out of the door of her ramshackle bamboo hut. The waterfall was nearby. It was freshwater. She just had to make it there. Wind whipped around her and threatened to send her toppling back to her ground. With one hand on the hut to keep her balance, she stumbled her way to the waterfall. The hut ended before she would reach it though. She clutched the corner and nearly sobbed. It was so close but so far away. There was a cherry tree halfway between. She lunged and grabbed the nearest branch of the tree, but it took all of her energy and with a whimper she blacked out again.

When she woke up again, the wind had.. Stilled? That never happened here. She grabbed the tree to pull herself up, but found she didn’t even need to. The fever had broke, and while she wasn’t at full strength by any means, she no longer felt on the edge of death. A slow breeze picked up and she saw a petal swirl past her face. She glanced up and noticed that the cherry tree was in full bloom, covered in soft pink flowers. The breeze suddenly increased in strength and she yelped and clutched the tree harder. The wind tore at the flowers and sent hundreds of them spiraling through the air. It was like…

A storm of flowers.

The phrase tug at some long buried memory. A storm of flowers. A storm of flowers. A...

Flowerstorm.

Flowerstorm. What was a flowerstorm? Or was it, who was Flowerstorm? She couldn’t remember. But there was something there. A memory hidden deep that she just couldn’t unlock, and she didn’t even remember if it was a thing or another being.