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Ahhh, late Spring! A time of sunny days and cooling winds, of budding roses and thundershowers. All of Toulouse seemed to glow with its face freshly washed by the rains of the previous week, everything glittering in the afternoon sunlight. Basilique St.Sernin especially looked alive and beautiful, the laughter of children echoing through the gardens and woods. Bikers passed in lines as in-line skaters weaved their way through the people who just strolled through the pathways of the park. It seemed that everyone wanted a piece of the brilliant day, and who could blame them?
Amidst all of this activity, which, surprisingly enough, did not create the noise one would think, stood a large patch of violets and marigolds, the purple and yellow interlocking to create a beautiful tapestry of colour. Many people passed it, without ever giving it a second glance, for it was something that was always there, and some took it for granted. However, if one was to pay close attention to the centre of this patch, they would be slightly shocked to see a slim girl with golden hair, sitting quite still in the middle. Her flowing locks almost matched the bright yellow of the marigolds, and she was dressed in a summer dress of vibrant purple, making her seem a flower herself.
She sat quite still, her eyes closed, her legs crossed, meditating with the Nature that surrounded her. She did not move a muscle, and could be taken for a statue, if one didn't know her. But to the people who knew Davina Wellington, where she sat and what she did was no great surprise. Vina was always emersing herself in Nature, whether it be in a flower patch in the Basilique, or sitting high in a tree in the forests, she always seemed more at home there. As if Nature itself seemed to grow into her.
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