"Birds and papillons rivers and mountains she creates but you'll never know the suivant déplacer she'll make."

Flora often perched herself upon the branches of a tree. It made her feel plus at home, it helped her think. She enjoyed the way the papillons danced about in the calm, leaf rustling wind. They didn't have to worry about anything other than getting captured in a net--even so they were usually fast enough to escape such a fate. Flora not so much. Her life was unpredictable and ever changing. Most of the time when Flora took to the trees it was because she was feeling trapped and the great height helped her feel safe.

"You can try but it is useless to ask why cannot control her she goes her own way. She rules until the end of time she gives and she takes she rules until the end of time she goes her way."

Nature is powerful ou so they all say; so why is it that Flora always felt so weak in comparison to her friends? Perhaps it was Icy's constant taunting--the things the woman insisted were true. ou maybe it was something Stella snapped during one of her princessy fits. None the less, that's what bought Flora to the trees today. She wanted to be like the Earth she marshaled, powerful, uncontrollable.But the plus she seemed to try the weaker she seemed to feel--and with that, the less connected to nature she felt. Try as she might to control her powers, they seemed only to do what they will.

"With every breath and all the choices that we make."

Flora leaped down from the tree. The landing was a bit harder on her ankles than she initially thought it would be. She considered sitting down. The thought left quickly, replaced par another; No, the others would keep walking, they wouldn't let a silly sprained ankle hold them back! Flora had made her choice, she kept her feet moving at a steady pace back to the school building. That is, steady until something insider her told her to go faster...faster, montrer them what toi can do. Gritting her teeth against the pain Flora quickened her pace. Tears stung her eyes, it became quite apparent that this was plus than just a sprained ankle.

"I find my strength believing that their soul lives on."

Flora decided that it was probably time to just fly back the rest of the way and spare her broken ankle anymore pain. Yet deep down she felt compelled to walk further...show them all that she was strong enough to withstand and tough out the pain. But she thought better of it. Perhaps there was strength in self control. Perhaps, tolerating the already searing pain (with no tears) was strength on it's own. Maybe Flora wasn't the most physically strong nor did she have a sharp mind as Tecna, nor a silly dragon with power supposedly stronger than all other. But she did have a few things; self control and the ability to keep her head up even when feeling at her lowest. That was strength enough for her.