#violetxlynch

[text] Sure, not a problem. I'm here. :)

[text] But I think she's at the apothecary right now.

[text] Is it a surprise? :)

@violetxlynch

Walking out of the administration office, Violet held the letter in her hand and rubbed at the collar around her neck. At least she was used to wearing a collar- though this one was a lot less fun looking than the spiked one she normally wore. Plus this one had the added bonus of marking her as a slave, not something she was super thrilled about- in fact, in none of Daisy or Lily’s letters had they ever mentioned this- something that she’d have to bring up with them when she found them. But first things first, she wanted to find her cell, drop her shit and then go looking for her sisters. As she walked she was trying to rip open the letter, when her shoulder crashed into someone else’s and she looked at the other. “Shit- my bad, you okay?” 

"Oh, yea--" Dhani reached out a little to steady the girl who had bumped into him. His books had fallen on the ground and her letter as well. She was new. Very new. And... very familiar.

"No, I'm okay. Here--" Dhani knelt down, grabbing her letter up first to hand over and then gathering his own books. The summer required fashion was still in effect so Dhani was wearing some rather short swim trunks for the day.

"I'm Dhani." He smiled at her and after a moment recognized her from Daisy's family photos. She had a lot more make up on, a very drastic look about her now but she did look enough like her sisters.

Well...look at where she had ended up.. If anyone had told Grace that she would be in this position when she had first arrived on the island, she would have laughed in their face. But time and circumstance had changed the vampiress apparently, and perhaps not all for the better. Because it seemed that being spoiled and selfish was not enough by the administrations standards. It was not the first time that she had been punished but this was different. The very air around them seemed sinister, and intentions were quite clear when a whip was forced into her marble hand and she was very rudely shoved before a kneeling young blonde woman. Oh..this guard was going to be on her list when all of this was over.. Very well. She would get through this and make certain that the poor lamb would as well. Unwilling to show emotions, Grace lifted her chin and hand at the same time. Luckily magic did the rest as inside..she was trembling. Oh darling, I am so very sorry. Please forgive me...

Yes. I truly love the way I grew up. I grew up with my family on our farm, learning magic and being able to be who I am. I was a very happy child, maybe a bit stern, but I love farming and my family. It was hard not to love it.

Spell: You feel the exact opposite about others from usual (ex. you usually totally love them, now you absolutely hate them and vice versa)

Oh how she needed a drink.. Daisy wasn’t typically one to turn to alcohol for her problems, preferring to cook or draw or tend to her garden. But there were some things that only a good daquiri could fix. And that was how the witch found herself at the beach bar. She had to get out of the house and, troublingly enough, away from Dakota. Maybe there would be more interesting people to talk to here..

Soon enough she was perched on a bar stool, drink in hand. Slowly working her way through it sip by sip. “May as well start making me another. Mango this time please?” Daisy smiled sweetly at the bartender, who would become her new best friend for the night. A hand on her shoulder caused the redhead to turn, a sharp frown marring her usual sunny features.

“How did you get here? I didn’t know this area was open to unclaimed slaves”

[Text: Lil]: Also, can you help me bake him a cake? - Vi

{Baby Vi}: Sure, my kitchen is always available for you to use.

{Baby Vi}: Also my skills are also available.

Solitude. After few months there, solitude was one of the things he cherished the most. Just the fact of being forced to share the bedroom with others was hard for him, but even if the island was quite big he never seemed to find a peaceful place where to be alone. But during a walk one day he had spotted a place in the woods, quite hidden from the main path, where he could spend some time by himself. Not many would wander by and even if, they were usually jogging, so they would not pay much attention to him. That was until one day, while he was deep in his readings for the summer, he heard footsteps approaching. It was not someone jogging, they were the typical steps of someone taking a walk and before they could see him, he saw her. A girl. Long blonde hair, she looked quite young and also... quite lost. “Got lost?” He asked, still sitting against his favorite tree. He noticed the collar right away. It was a biased thing now, he would always look for it. “The woods can be confusing for first timers. Need help coming back?”