Amelia Bourdeau || Flower Nymph || Apothecarist || Dianna Agron

The sun was just starting to rise, which meant the nymph was already out in her garden. Oh her sweet plants. They were all so beautiful in this light. Not to say she didn’t enjoy staring and tending to them throughout the day, but there was something about this time. The way the colors seemed almost surreal in the early morning sun. The atmosphere was always the most peaceful right about now. No noises, except for the occasional cricket or bird chirping… The land calm and still.

Stepping out onto the plush green grass, feet bare so she could feel the earth underneath her, she gave a content hum. This was her small piece of heaven, her safe haven from the at times harsh and cruel outside world. And she would fight till she breathed her last breath against anyone who tried to take it away from her.