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loves the sea as her parents used to take her sailing as a child, makes potions that help with problems the school wonโt (e.g. hangovers, fatigue, menstrual cramps), ignores most school rules and finds her potion ingredients from roaming the grounds or stealing them from the gardens/greenhouse
โพ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐
"A mermaid found a swimming lad,
Picked him for her own,
Pressed her body to his body,
Laughed; and plunging down
Forgot in cruel happiness
That even lovers drown."
-"The Mermaid", by William Butler Yeats
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๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐๐๐ฆ๐: Catalina Caceres
๐๐ข๐๐ค๐ง๐๐ฆ๐๐ฌ: Lina (most everyone calls her that)
๐๐ข๐ซ๐ญ๐ก๐ฉ๐ฅ๐๐๐: Mallorca (Majorca), Spain (though she's been living in England for the last two years)
๐๐ข๐ซ๐ญ๐ก๐๐๐ฒ: March 2nd
๐๐๐ง๐๐๐ซ: Female
๐๐๐ฑ๐ฎ๐๐ฅ๐ข๐ญ๐ฒ: Homosexual
๐๐จ๐๐๐ฅ: Luiza Scandelari
๐๐ฏ๐๐ซ๐ฏ๐ข๐๐ฐ ๐จ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ข๐ ๐๐๐ข๐ฅ๐ข๐ญ๐ข๐๐ฌ: Lina's strength lies in elemental magic, especially when it comes to water. She also excels in her Divination classes, and can see possible futures in the waves. Finally, she's always been very good at anything to do with plant life, and she's loved making potions since she was a child.
๐๐ก๐จ๐ฌ๐๐ง ๐๐ฎ๐๐ฃ๐๐๐ญ๐ฌ: Elemental Magic, Divination, Oneiromancy, Necromancy & Demonology, History of Magic
๐๐ฑ๐ญ๐ซ๐๐๐ฎ๐ซ๐ซ๐ข๐๐ฎ๐ฅ๐๐ซ ๐๐๐ญ๐ข๐ฏ๐ข๐ญ๐ข๐๐ฌ: Human Studies, Swimming, French
๐๐๐ซ๐ฌ๐จ๐ง๐๐ฅ๐ข๐ญ๐ฒ: As a child, Lina was kind and sweet and gentle, always ready with a cheerful smile and reassuring words. Although she was rather soft-spoken, Lina was well-liked by her peers, if only for her friendly and welcoming personality. She was always very curious, too, though it wasn't something that she liked to advertise, as her parents were quite strict and conservative. Nevertheless, every time she heard somebody talking about "forbidden" topics ("forbidden" meaning that her parents would never let her or her sister talk about them, not that they were necessarily taboo among other witches), Lina was fascinated.
Lina was never one who liked being in the limelight or going against the status quo; there was part of her that strived to please everyone she could. As such, she was extremely generous and never went back on her word. Although she was quiet, she was always ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ, ready to be the shoulder to cry on for anybody and everybody. Lina had a tendency to fade into the background, though that is not to say that she particularly ๐ฎ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฅ. She had always been content to watch from the sidelines, and hated making a fuss of any sort.
After she met Maria, though...after she met Maria, there was a visible change in the way that Lina held herself. The sweetly shy young girl that Lina had been evolved into a confident young woman who went everywhere with a spring in her step and a yearning for new adventures. Outgoing and vivacious, there was a contagious sort of optimism in everything she did, and Lina finally started allowing her childhood curiosity really express itself-why was the sky blue, the ocean deep, the sun bright?
In this time, Lina was energetic, though never rebellious. However, after Maria was gone, Lina became sad and lonely and increasingly erratic. Nowadays, Lina is quite standoffish and rarely speaks unless she absolutely has to. There is a profound melancholy in her eyes as she stares at the waves for hours at a time, though her expression shutters and she becomes snappish and unpredictable if somebody tries to disturb her peace. There are parts of her that are bitterly unhappy, and parts of her that are miserably sad, and parts of her that are searingly ๐ข๐ฏ๐จ๐ณ๐บ, and one small, final part of her that's just...tired. So very, very tired.
Ever since Maria's apparent death and the events that immediately followed, Lina has become quite partial to flouting the rules, if not blatantly disobeying them. She's become distant and wistful and withdrawn, though she is still keenly perceptive when it comes to people's emotions, as she has been since she was a child.
๐๐ค๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฌ: fluent in Spanish, Catalan, and English and took a couple years of French when she was younger (which she has chosen to continue at the Lodge), swimming, anything to do with water-related magic, divination, a decent gardener, well-versed on a wide variety of wild plants and flowers, has a preternatural sense when it comes to animals, especially aquatic animals (she feels like she can almost ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ช๐ค๐ข๐ต๐ฆ with them), great at concocting up her own potions, also pretty good at cooking traditional Spanish dishes that have been passed down in her family for generations, sewing and embroidery, calligraphy
๐๐ข๐จ๐ ๐ซ๐๐ฉ๐ก๐ฒ: From the day she arrived on this earth, Lina was one with the sea. Her mother gave birth to her in the family estate, right on the beach. And before she could even walk, she'd been on dozens of sailing trips, and Lina learned how to swim while she learned that "a" is for "apple" (well, technically, "m" for "manzana", but I digress).
The Caceres were an old, proud family of witches, and Lina's childhood home was a centuries-old castle where the Mallorcan shores met the Mediterranean, shrouded from human view with ancient magic that had held since the days of the Roman Empire. Lina grew up with the sun and sand and sea, and in those early days, there was nothing that she didn't have.
Lina's family, however, was considered ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ๐บ conservative, even for magic folk. Her parents and grandparents were not particularly trusting of humans (it had much to do with the Spanish Inquisition, which Lina now thinks is a bit ridiculous-that was ๐ฉ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฅ๐ด of years ago!), so they kept themselves isolated to the castle by the sea, hidden from the tourists and beaches of modern Palma de Mallorca with a complex web of spells and illusions.
And when she was a child, that was alright. Lina was perfectly content with the life she had-they would go sailing together, almost every morning, and she loved watching the sun rise above the horizon while her sister sat beside her and painted the colors spreading across the sky like watercolors on a damp sheet of paper. She learned four languages and she learned how to sew and embroider and how to cook, and she learned which kind of shrimp was best for her family's famous paella, and through it all, she knew that she was one with the sea.
Her sister, six years her senior, was off to the Lodge to refine her magical skills when Lina was twelve. After that, she began going to the human markets with her mother-to buy food and other necessities, and that was it. Lina was ๐ง๐ข๐ด๐ค๐ช๐ฏ๐ข๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ by the sights and sounds-the smell of sunlight and salt-spray, the sound of honking horns and lively music, the sight of colorful fruit and rainbow-reflective fish-though her mother never let her look for more than a second or two before hurrying her along.
Lina was perfectly aware of the stares she and her mother would get, wearing their old-fashioned skirts and wide sun hats as they strolled down the streets filled with people in T-shirts and jeans, though she didn't particularly mind. She was ๐ค๐ถ๐ณ๐ช๐ฐ๐ถ๐ด, and she longed to see more. She wanted to go inside the gleaming malls and run her fingers through the wigs in the window of the barber shop; she wanted to try ice cream and popsicles and Oreos; she wanted to ride a bike and a motorcycle and even maybe fly in an airplane; she wanted to sail a tiny fishing boat out to the tourist-filled beaches of Palma de Mallorca and just sit and people-watch.
Lina showed a rare talent with magic when she was a child, especially when it came to divination and water-based magic (though she was also quite good with earth/plant-based magic, and she was as good of a potion-maker as she was a cook). She learned a great deal from her mother, great-aunt, and older sister. It was not until she was older that she showed any promise at all with oneiromancy, although sheโs almost obsessively practicing it nowadays.
Lina had just turned thirteen when a pretty girl with an unruly mane of dark hair and wind-wild eyes washed up on the shores of her home, unconscious. Her mother and great-aunt were horrified, believing that the magic that hid them from humans had failed. While they argued over what to do, Lina and her father brought the human girl inside, determined to nurse her back to health.
Over the course of the next few days, Lina learned that she was two years older than her, from the city of Palma, and that she had been in a plane crash, resulting in her subsequent arrival in the Caceresโ ancestral lands. Her name was Maria-like ๐ฆ๐ญ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ณ, like the sea-and even at thirteen, Lina knew that Maria was the prettiest girl she had ever laid eyes on. But there was something more, Lina would later realize; she was so very, very ๐ฉ๐ถ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฏ, with her hopes and dreams and aspirations, and Lina found herself wondering what it would be like to be as passionate as Maria was.
When Maria was well enough to return home, Lina brewed a potion that would make her forget that the incident ever even happened-as per her motherโs orders-although desperate, wistful thoughts of Maria lingered within her. She simply could not forget Mariaโs infectious grin or her gloriously carefree laughter, like sunlight skipping across a restless sea.
She was fourteen when she saw Maria again, less than a year later. Her mother had twisted her ankle, and the potion to fix the problem would take ten hours to brew. Her great-aunt sent her and her father to the human marketplace for groceries.
Pedro, Linaโs father, was much more willing to indulge in his youngest daughter than his wife was. Remembering his own childhood in Barcelona, Pedro bought Lina ice cream and churros and they sat on the boardwalk to enjoy the treats.
Lina turned her head. She saw Maria.
Lina remembers that moment achingly clearly; Maria was alone, wearing a pair of cut-off denim shorts, her legs covered in sand and saltwater. Her hair-her beautiful, beautiful hair-was in a high ponytail, the strands plastered to the back of her neck. She was furiously scribbling something in a notebook, stopping and frowning at the paper every once in a while.
She was human. She was beautiful.
Her father caught her staring. โWhy donโt you go say hi?โ heโd said.
Lina stood up. Walked over. Maria didnโt notice her, at first, but when she looked up, Linaโs face broke out into a wide smile.
Maria, of course, didnโt recognize her. Her smile was blandly polite, her eyes mildly interested.
โHi,โ Lina said.
โHello,โ answered Maria, her lips quirked up bemusedly. โCan I help you?โ
Lina didnโt know how to respond to that. Instead, she held out the churros. โDo you want one?โ
Maria grinned, then. โSure.โ
Lina handed her the churro and sat down beside her. Maria looked back down at the paper; Lina leaned over her shoulder. โWhatโs that?โ
Maria grimaced. โCalc,โ she responded, and Lina had absolutely no idea what that meant. Maria laughed, slightly. โI try to pretend that doing it by the beach makes it better. It really doesnโt.โ She gave Lina a sidelong glance. โWhy do I feel like I know you from somewhere?โ
Linaโs heart raced. She looked at the ground. โI donโt know,โ she replied, softly. โI come here a lot. Maybe thatโs how?โ
Maria frowned thoughtfully. โMaybe,โ she said, โthough I would have noticed you before, I think. Like. Your dress is absolutely ๐จ๐ฐ๐ณ๐จ๐ฆ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ด. Whereโd you get it?โ
Lina blushed. โI made it,โ she answered. โWith my mother.โ She looked away, shyly. โI like to embroider.โ
Maria set down her โcalcโ. โThatโs ๐ด๐ฐ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ญ!!!โ she exclaimed, and the two of them talked until Maria said she had to go home and finish her โcalcโ if she โever wanted to graduateโ. โBut it was so fun talking to you,โ she told Lina as she stood up. โYou said you came here a lot?โ A toothy grin. โIโll see you around, yeah? I live just a couple minutes away.โ
Lina let a hopeful smile come over her face. โYeah.โ
She went home that night dreaming of sunny seas and long legs and lively eyes. It took her two days before she mustered up the courage to sneak out without her parentsโ permission. She met Maria by the same bench, and Lina listened to her talk of coral and fish and the ocean and churros and every other thing under the sun, and she was content.
Lina kept visiting her, secretly. Sometimes they would go down to the water, when it was early in the morning and all the tourists were still asleep, and they would eat sun-sweetened peaches as rays of light filled the world. Other times Maria would take her to places in the city-her favorite churro place, her favorite coffee shop, her favorite museum, her favorite diner.
But Lina loved it the most when Maria took her to the ocean, to the places where the sun and sky and sea seemed to bleed into each other like watercolors, away from the noise and heat of the tourist attractions. They would go to the ocean for picnics, or sometimes theyโd just go for the water, or sometimes Maria would bring one of her textbooks and show Lina pictures of the creatures that called the water their home. And Lina would think to herself, ๐บ๐ฆ๐ด, ๐ ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ธ, ๐ ๐ค๐ข๐ฏ ๐ง๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ญ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฎ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ. ๐ ๐ค๐ข๐ฏ ๐ง๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ญ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฎ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ฎ๐ฆ, ๐ ๐ค๐ข๐ฏ ๐ง๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ญ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฎ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ข๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ.
Lina never explicitly told Maria of her true origins, nor did she say anything about magic folk. But some part of her knows that Maria sensed it, and that same part of her knows that Maria would not have cared, one way or the other.
Lina was fifteen when she realized that she was madly, hopelessly in love with her. She was almost sixteen when they kissed for the first time, with nothing but the quiet sea and the moonlight as their witness.
Lina was seventeen, and Maria nineteen, when they were found out.
It was Linaโs sister, actually. Carina was the perfect daughter, in many ways-pretty and kind and caring and willing to bend to her motherโs every whim. She had noticed Lina sneaking out at the crack of dawn, and she had followed her. Sheโd caught Lina and Maria kissing underneath the almond trees, the white blossoms dyed orange in the sunrise.
Later, Carina would tell Lina that she only wanted the best for her. That she was frightened. That she was worried, that they couldnโt trust non-magic folk.
But that didnโt change the fact that Lina ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ๐ฅ Maria and that Maria loved her. That didnโt change the fact that she told their parents and great-aunt. That didnโt change the fact that as soon as they found out, they kept her confined to her room until they ultimately decided to ship her off to England to stay with her Aunt Jo (who was in reality her motherโs cousin) until she was old enough to attend the Lodge.
Lina would learn, a few months later, that Mariaโs family found out; when Carina caught the two of them, the commotion had attracted plenty of attention, including that of one of their neighbors. Lina would learn that Mariaโs parents and community were devout Catholics, that she had gone to a Catholic high school, that they all thought what had existed between her and Lina was ๐ธ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐จ. She would learn that, after hearing nothing from Lina and after her parents basically disowned her, Maria jumped into the sea to be with the fish she loved so much.
Her parents did not tell her, of course. Neither did her Aunt Jo. But Lina found out when the dreams came-she ๐ด๐ข๐ธ, clear as day, the moment that Maria jumped. She felt her fear and she felt her peace, and she felt Maria become one with the sea, with their precious ๐ฎ๐ข๐ณ, and she felt all the flora and fauna of the ocean, from the humble sea slug to the enormous humpback whale and the Californian kelp forests, become a part of her.
And she woke up, and Maria was gone.
The visions and dreams became stronger and stronger with each passing week, until she was essentially communicating with Maria while she slept.
At first, the messages were fairly benign, but then Maria began telling her to join her, to jump into the water and become one with the sun and sky and sea. She said that they had much to do; the oceans were dying, she said, and they could save it.
And Lina listened. A month before she was to leave for the Lodge, she jumped off the cliffs near her Aunt Joโs home and plunged into the depths-
-and it was agony, it was ๐ข๐จ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐บ-
-and then she was being pulled up to the shore, and she dimly remembers worried voices and Aunt Joโs concerned eyes and feeling tired, so tiredโฆ
It turned out that the waves had warned Aunt Jo; they had shown her that Lina would jump. And Lina would have been angry, except all she wanted to do was to sleep and go back to the almond trees and beaches and sunlight of Mallorca.
At the Lodge, Lina does not have any true friends. Sure, the people she makes potions for seem to like her well enough (and sheโs one of the only people ballsy enough to steal plants from the gardens and greenhouse), but none of them understood her the way that Maria did. And Maria still comes to her, in her dreams, and Lina doesnโt know what to do, if any of this is real, or if itโs all justโฆin her head.
She doesnโt know which one would be worse.
๐๐ฆ๐ฉ๐จ๐ซ๐ญ๐๐ง๐ญ ๐๐๐ฅ๐๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ฉ๐ฌ-
CARMEN CACERES (79): Great-aunt; Carmen is a powerful clairvoyant, and she has taught Lina much of what she knows about divining the future from the waves. Blunt and matter-of-fact, there is nothing that Carmen canโt get done. Indeed, she single-handedly raised seven children in rural Spain after eloping with a human man when she was eighteen. The former matriarch of the Caceres family disowned her for this action, although Elena, Linaโs mother and the oldest daughter, loved her favorite aunt and convinced her grandmother (Carmenโs mother, Linaโs great-grandmother) to allow Carmen to come back after her human husband filed for divorce. The children she had with him were given to their father, and she hasnโt seen them since (and as far as she knows, they have no magical talent). Through the years, the hopeful idealist in her-the one that longed for her husband to reach out to her, to come ๐ฃ๐ข๐ค๐ฌ-faded, and now Carmen has an extremely traditionalist attitude towards humans, and was less than pleased (to say the least) about Linaโs relationship with Maria. But after some time she began to understand, to some degree, and when she read in the waves that Maria was going to take her own life, she did everything in her power to try to stop her. Ultimately, her efforts were futile, and sheโll always regret that she did too little, too late.
ELENA CACERES (46): Mother; like Carmen, Elena Caceres has a no-nonsense, can-do attitude. She has a mind like a steel trap, takes no bullshit, and has absolutely no patience for incompetent people. Growing up, Elena was taught that humans are greedy, selfish, evil, wicked, et cetera, and what Carmenโs husband did to her has only reinforced this idea in her head. Strict and severe, Elena is rather controlling and overprotective. Nevertheless, she has a soft side that most people rarely get to see; like most members of her family, Elena has a love for the sea, and she still occasionally goes sailing in the mornings the way that she used to with her husband and children, though itโs much lonelier when her husband wonโt talk to her, her youngest daughter hates her, and her oldest daughter canโt look her in the eye. Elena truly wants to do what she thinks is best for her family, but sheโs coming to realize what ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฆ thinks is the best may not be what her family really needs.
PEDRO CACERES (46): Father; Pedro was originally born to a moderately-influential witch family in Barcelona, and he met Elena when his family visited the Caceres on Mallorca when the two of them were in their late teens. Pedro is kind and gentle-the complete opposite of Elena, really-and although his family wasnโt exactly the most accepting of humans, they ๐ต๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ข๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ them. As such, Pedro definitely has a more โliberalโ view of non-magic folk. He married into the Caceres family when he and Elena were twenty, and he loves his children with all his heart. He has been the most understanding of Linaโs predicament, although Carmen and Elena shot him down every time he tried to defend her. Pedro is starting to realize that maybe he doesnโt really ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ธ his wife, anymore, and has been wondering if he would somehow be able to obtain legal custody of Lina and move back in with his family in Barcelona.
CARINA CACERES (25): Older sister; Carina was always somebody that Lina looked up to, and Carina has always tried her best to be a good older sister to Lina. She was her motherโs perfect daughter, in every sense of the word, and she was the one who found out about Lina and Mariaโs relationship. She later told their parents, which Lina swore she would never forgive her for, but she truly did it with her sisterโs best interests in mind. Carina has started to regret the decision, now, but she doesnโt know if Lina will ever speak to her again.
(FC-Antonina Vasylchenko)
JOSEFINA "JO" CACERES (36): First cousin once-removed; Linaโs โAuntโ Jo has close ties with the Lodge and the teachers there. Lina stays with her Aunt Jo in England when the Lodge is on holiday.
(FC-Eva Green)
MARIA DE LA GARZA (DECEASED AT 19): Lina's former girlfriend. Maria was two years older than Lina, and she was everything that Lina was not-lively, outgoing, rebellious, and reckless, with a love for adventure and a passion that burned like wildfire. The two bonded over their love of the sea, and Maria would regale Lina with stories about the science behind it all. Maria studied marine biology and environmental science in one of Spain's universities, and she could talk for hours and hours about kelp or mangroves or plankton or whales. Maria was from a devout Catholic family and community, who basically told her that she was a sinner damned to hell when word got out about her and Lina. Maria eventually committed suicide after Lina was forced to leave Mallorca for England and her parents essentially instructed her to never speak to them or her siblings again.
(FC-Neelam Gill)
๐&๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐-
๐๐จ๐ฐ ๐๐จ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐๐๐๐ฅ ๐๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ซ๐ ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐จ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐จ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ซ๐ก๐จ๐จ๐?: It's fine, I guess. I don't really have an opinion.
๐๐จ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐๐๐ฅ๐ข๐๐ฏ๐ ๐ฉ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ง ๐๐ ๐๐๐ก๐ข๐๐ฏ๐๐ ๐๐๐ญ๐ฐ๐๐๐ง ๐ก๐ฎ๐ฆ๐๐ง๐ฌ ๐๐ง๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ ๐ข๐ ๐๐จ๐ฅ๐ค?: Well, why not? Of course, my ๐ฑ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต๐ด don't think so, but I don't see why we shouldn't be at peace.
๐๐ซ๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐ซ๐ข๐๐ ๐๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ฌ๐๐๐๐ญ๐ฒ ๐๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐จ๐๐ ๐?: No, not really.
๐๐จ๐ฉ ๐๐ก๐ซ๐๐: the Lovers, the Moon, the Magician
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐-
๐๐ข๐ค๐๐ฌ: Maria, water, the sea (especially ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ sea), the sun and sky, wildflowers, dolphins, fresh blueberries, the color white (Lina used to ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ bright, flashy colors-bubblegum pink, daffodil yellow, electric blue. But now they just make her eyes hurt), the color blue, calligraphy, fanciful fantasies of true love (Lina still holds on-she still holds on, despite everything-and she knows that she's fooling nobody at all, least of all herself), singing (Lina has quite a lovely singing voice), watching the sunrise, watching the sunset, standing outside in the rain, swimming (in all sorts of weather-blizzards, thunderstorms, typhoons, hurricanes...), meadows and country paths, the smell of the world after a rainstorm, old photographs from her life before the ๐ช๐ฏ๐ค๐ช๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต, sunlight, moonlight, the stars, fish and all other forms of aquatic life, delicate lace and gauzy silk, seashells, the calm sea, the stormy sea, clear, cloudless days where she can see her reflection in the water, gray skies and gray winds that cause the sea to stir like a restless dragon, warm, breezy days, lazy summer afternoons, stories about mermaids and selkies and sirens, rainy days, saltwater, the river near the Lodge (where she spends most of her time out of class, now), making potions, flowers and herbs and just plants in general
๐๐ข๐ฌ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐๐ฌ: being away from home and her sea for so long, too-sweet coffee or tea (or anything, really-soda, cookies, candy, ice cream; she can't stand that stuff. Though she used to love it), her friends who keep asking her "what's wrong?" (they wouldn't ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด๐ต๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ, trying to remember something but being unable to, bright colors (oranges, yellows, and reds, mostly), social gatherings of any sort, people who have no respect for nature, wilting flowers, the smell of dead fish, meat, seeing people harm plants and animals, the concept of zoos and aquariums (don't get her wrong-Lina's fine with them if they're helping injured/sick/endangered animals survive, of course. But the thought of human crowds gawking at caged animals just makes her sick to her stomach), droughts, being in a crowded room or area, seeing her parents or Aunt Jo (they're always walking on eggshells around her, now. It's...awkward. And she will ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ forgive them for what happened two years ago), the Lodge's dumb rules (๐ฆ๐ด๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ค๐ช๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐บ the ones about necromancy), Maria's family, not really too fond of her older sister or mother at the moment
๐๐ฅ๐๐ฒ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ: coming soon, hopefully
๐๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐๐ซ๐๐ฌ๐ญ ๐๐จ๐๐ซ๐:
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urstyle.com/styles/18276513.
urstyle.com/styles/1827083๐๐ง๐ฌ๐ญ๐๐ ๐ซ๐๐ฆ: hopefully coming soon!
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๐๐ฏ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ข๐ญ๐ ๐ญ๐๐๐๐ก๐๐ซ: Yara Driskell; Lina's become /very/ interested in the subject she teaches, recently.
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๐๐ฏ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ข๐ญ๐ ๐ฅ๐จ๐๐๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐ข๐ง ๐ฌ๐๐ก๐จ๐จ๐ฅ: The river near the Lodge. Lina knows that it flows to the sea, where Maria is (now if only the ceasg who live in the river would be /useful/ for once and actually answer Lina's questions...)
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๐๐ฏ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ข๐ญ๐ ๐ฅ๐๐ฌ๐ฌ๐จ๐ง: Oneiromancy, because her dreams are the only place she can talk to Maria.
Infinite Cosmos,
Altered Tundra
๐ท๐ฌ๐ฎ ๐พ๐น๐ธ๐ท ๐ช ๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ถ๐ฎ...
