Poor girl, she just wasn't meant for the rigors of leadership, at least not leadership that required her to be in charge of others. She wanted to do her thing, to be useful to the herd, to make her creations and to get to socialize like the butterfly she was. Unfortunately, life was not so simple. Someday she was going to have to face responsibility, to acknowledge that she had disciples to teach, to take them under her wing and help them flourish. Though, to be honest, there was a small part of her that did not want to. After all, Lace had taken her under his wing and what had she done? Replaced him, taken his position without remorse? And, funnily enough, she hardly felt bad about it anymore.

Still, she had to do her job to serve her herd. She would call them. “Aaron, crafters!” she called out to the air, dancing soprano filling the woods, wondering who all would come. Dragomir. She was certain of that, and having gotten to spend more time with him lately she was actually growing rather fond of him, despite their stressful first meeting. Ayelet, perhaps. She couldn't think of anyone else she was supposed to be in charge of. It was probably better. Too many might confuse her. Maybe she'd just leave the teaching to Aaron. She'd tried with Solace, but she wasn't sure she'd done so great.

Where she stood now, she was just outside the clearing that she called her own. A small copse of trees near Resplendence's garden. Between her ears, atop her forelock, sat the metal scorpion that Ulrik had made her. She was growing rather fond of the thing. In her glass basket, set before her, was a large collection of blue stones. Today she would be working on Shadow's commission. She had finally figured out what she wanted to do for the mysterious mare that had requested something for her future foal. It had taken some time, but like so many of her creations did, it came to her in her dreams. When she wasn't having nightmares, that is. So shifting back and forth for a moment, the girl waited patiently, a pleasant smile upon her features, her mind all a mess trying to figure out what she was going to say. At least the soft clicking of the small scorpion was a brief comfort, a distraction, as it was.


Reference :: Just so everyone knows what she's going to be working on! Open to anyone interested in crafting!
OOC :: Everyone who is coming feel free to take your time, no rush on this thread :D