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[indent][indent]There weren’t many things in this world that brought Vivian’s smile into a neutral, sour expression, but the sun setting and the darkening of the skies above was one of the few that made the usually giddy, happy-go-lucky Daughter of Apollo frown like a clown. The sun was the center of her overzealous joy and when it prepared to sleep, she felt on edge. This was only because she knew she couldn’t rely on the sun to guide her path. Of course, the blonde had soaked up all the rays that she could and stored what sunlight within her petite body that she could. Being in sync with her godly abilities allowed her that much. But, sad to say, this wasn’t the only thing that brought a frown to young Vivian’s face. Another reason had her pouting.

Vivian Lucasta was lost.

And she didn’t know how she managed it. The girl could talk her way out of any bad situation, bring cheer to anyone around her, and even could hold her own against some of the younger students in sparring matches, but contrary to some of her godly demicousins, the daughter of Apollo had no sense of direction. In what she could only describe as the worst luck she’s had in months, Vivian didn’t know where she was. She didn’t know if what was in front of her was the right way to go or if heading back where she came would be in her best interest. She also didn’t know if heeding a right or left would save her being even more lost than she already was.

She made a decision to heed a partial left but going in the direction in front of her. Her feet stomped on the ground in quick succession as she ran, which was a clear sign that Vivian was getting frustrated by not knowing where she needed to go. She had no idea if the party had started or if it was over. 

Okay, maybe she was too exhausted for her own good. Thinking that her brother would actually end a part where it’s still day out was crazier than her not bringing a compass or waiting for someone to travel with who knew what they were doing direction-wise.

Vivian stopped after running for a few minutes. She stopped and let out a huff, annoying at her current predicament. Her legs hurt and she just wanted to die. And she was about to do so when she heard, well there was a ...something telling her to look to her immediate west. And then she came to the view of multiple auras of people -- well, they were more like beacons of light that suddenly became visible to her. Though she wanted to question what just happened, Vivian, in all her physical exhaustion, borrowed small amounts of sunlight from her reserves to generate the stamina she needed to run towards the light.

As she ran, the light became brighter and brighter until she stepped one step too many. She had no idea there was a ridge and when she realized it, it was too late.

Vivian went tumbling down a hill. A wailing body of gold and sunflowers found no safety until she made contact with someone. Their heads collided and Vivian let out a rather loud whine. [color=goldenrod]“Ouchies!”[/color] She rubbed her head, which was now hurting more than anything she experienced before. As she tried to shake off the ringing she heard in her ear, she opened up her eyes and saw who she had made direct, head-contact was, of all people, Dustyn Flint. [color=goldenrod]“S-Sorry, Dusty. Are you okay?”[/color] She asked, still holding her head.

She may have not been the most graceful, but nobody could say the Daughter of Apollo didn't know how to make an entrance. She just wished it didn't come at the expense of her own well-being.
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