(for fuchsia) oh lord i love this time of year

[ofsandandstone]

Lystra's out on the porch, enjoying the cool autumn air. The weather at the Mansion is much colder than the weather where she grew up, colder than the weather at Clifftop, even. It's still as remarkable to her as it was three years ago when she first arrived. She's standing by the railing, thinking about home and the people she misses

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[drownedfuchsia]

Really, Fuchsia and a three year old have a great deal in common! Now it shall never be known who can throw a greater tantrum!

Flouncing her way outside (an action unique to Fuchsia) she stops upon seeing the pretty lady at the railing. Like goldfish, Fuchsia is easily distracted. Like a cat, she's even more easily distracted by something beautiful. Like a wolverine, she might attack if she perceives a threat, though hardly as effective.

The door slams loudly before Fuchsia thinks of something clever to say. What a way to meet her.

[ofsandandstone]

Fuchsia's tantrums would probably scare Tyan. So he is staying far away.

That's one way to get Lystra's attention. She blinks and looks over.

"Fuchsia."

[drownedfuchsia]

But how will she ever learn?

Fuchsia smiles and shrugs her shoulders. It's an awkward movement. "Yes." For the moment, Fuchsia's forgotten the other woman's name, so she tries to hide it.

"Did I disturb you?" It is like her to assume she's done something wrong.

[ofsandandstone]

"No," Lystra says. "I was just enjoying the weather."