â§ * Âș âą âŸÂ Thea could hardly concentrate let alone find Blaise in this blasted Mansion. She felt woozy and very untogether. Mystic Falls was nothing like Thea has ever known. Accustomed to more oceans, deserts, and nature-esque with wide open spaces, glittering stars, The sensual and visceral, power of the ocean, compelling depth of the forest, sun or moon glowed sand, dusty alleyways, towering mountains, and most of all the z i n g of magic that blew in the breezes. Â
Mystic Falls was different like an Amazon jungle unexplored and lurking with predators. Everything felt like a dangerous gamble and that was Blaise's territory. She saw that glint in her eyes the moment they walked through the Lockwood Mansion that meant sheâs up to trouble tonight passing a sea of unfamiliar faces that blurred as she passed them by. Having a scent of a lovely dreamer - the scent that made anyone feel their dreams were possible. Soft. Graceful. An optimistic blend with hints of Nymphaea lotus and white iris. Finding the only familiarness were the flowers she slowly took while searching for her cousin.
â There ! â  Thea attempted to hide her smile but was failing miserably planting a crown she made of lavenders, rosemary, ferns, and eucalyptuses upon a complete stranger. â Surprisingly it looks good on you. â

















