Name: Nymph

Appearance: N/A (shapeshifter) 

Personality: Bold, antisocial, quick to judge and act. Snarky, aggressive, slow to trust. Arrogant to some degree, not afraid to be different or make enemies. Competitive, hates to lose, and will never back down if sufficiently provoked, which can and has led to conflicts. Regal, dramatic, enjoys attention but almost exclusively when she wants to show off, and otherwise likes to sneak around unnoticed. Has little regard for any rules she had no hand in making.

Other: Shapeshifter, gender-fluid but uses female pronouns, queen/caretaker of several forests, "it's complicated" with Devin. 

Levana~

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Tric left. Soren said something about him not being a true AE. Now... He has simply vanished, disappeared. I don't know why, but it makes me feel sad, or else, empty. Dewy's infectous energy might be able to fill up the quiet gaps he left behind. Where there was once shouting, there is now Dewy's pets, squealing and squeaking. Where there was once crazed rock music, there is Midnight practicing piano. I can't stand it. I go outside for some fresh air.

I nervously scale a tree, climbing till the branches wobble under my weight. We live in such a beautiful place; Soren's head is filled with forests and creeks, beaches and sunsets, mountains and valleys. I can see it all, wonderous and strange.

Then, suddenly, something shifts in the distance, a shadowy figure of someone I don't know...

"Don't worry," I hear Soren's voice whisper, "the whole will be filled." 

(This is a bit of a different format than most people are using, hope that's ok.)

Counter watched a Eris threw the mangled daffodil down in disgust, swearing under her breath.

"Why did they make it look so easy in the video?" she complained, glaring at the table, "It's so stupid. Stupid, stupid corsages." The table, chairs, and floor around her was littered with discarded flowers, green wire, and scraps of ribbon. Eris' had taken off her leg and propped it against the table an hour before, but it had since fallen to the ground. She hadn't bothered picking it up again. Warily, Counter approached. 

"Are you sure you don't want me to help you?" he asked for the fifth time, preparing to duck if she decided to throw something at him, as she had previously. Eris sighed. 

"You know what? Fine. Fine! Go ahead and make the stupid corsage. Who cares, anyway? It's completely impossible..." she slumped back in her seat, voice tight and stressed. She was close to tears, Counter could tell, but decided against mentioning it. It would only make her angry and he had no desire to get smacked in the face with a metal leg. He brushed off the seat across from her and pulled over the second to last flower. The computer was dead at this point, but Eris had played the instruction video so many times Counter had practically memorized it. He cut another length of ribbon (Eris had ripped the last one to shreds) and carefully slit the middle. And do be careful of your fingers, everyone, he thought, amusing himself by mimicing the video lady's accent in his head. Now shorten the flower's stem...

"Here, Eris! One corsage, as ordered." Counter passed the bracelet over the wreckage on the table. Eris took it and scrutinized the flower.

"Was that your first try?" she asked suspiciously. Counter nodded, making Eris groan. "Why are you so good at this?" Counter shrugged.

"Not exactly a thank you, but I guess it works," he said, rising, "You're cleaning up, by the way." As he expected, this made Eris jerk out of her apathy.

"What? That's not fair! You actually made the dang thing!"

"Yeah, for your girlfriend. You made most of this mess, anyway." 

"Cu is not my girlfriend, idiot!" Eris shouted, slamming her hands on the table. "We're going to the ball together but we're not dating!" Counter backed away, laughing.

"Ok, ok, fine, she's not your girlfriend. But if you clean up I won't tell Cu how bad you sucked at making corsages. Deal?" Eris sighed, defeated.

"Deal." 

Oh hey, it turned into a sketch comic, oops. :3

I realized both Nymph and I are acting on the assumption that it's over with her and Devin, whatever "it" is.

*softly begins to sing It's Over, Isn't It*

*gasps* New development: Sea Glass sings! 

Mexi says umbr. Umbrella? Umber tones? Burnt umber?