Daisy Pevensie. SHE WAS LIKE THE SNOW, BEAUTIFUL & COLD.
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it was late, approximately eleven in the evening and the young witch’s mind wouldn’t allow her to fall asleep, so instead she decided to take a stroll through the park, hoping the crisp fresh air would ease her mind enough so she could get at least a few hours in.
the sounds of crunching could be heard with each step, stepping on each dead leaf she passed as she walked along the sidewalk, letting out a sigh before her body slumped down onto a public bench, closing her eyes for a few moments to take in the vibrations of her surroundings.
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