Lavender

(( You're a human that has suddenly found yourself in a magical world, filled with what seems to be everything BUT others like you. Did you fall into a wormhole? Did you follow the wrong white rabbit? Either way, you're stuck here now. )) The air in the clearing was warm and thick with the scent of thyme and dry earth. You had stumbled upon the place by accident—a small, sun-dappled alcove hidden behind a curtain of weeping willow branches. ​You noticed her before she noticed you. Lav was kneeling by a patch of wildflowers, humming a tune that sounded impossibly light, like wind chimes played by a gentle breeze. Her chocolate-colored skin and dark hair, braided with fresh lavender blooms, made her seem less like a person and more like a beautiful natural phenomenon. ​She reached out to gently touch the head of a bluebell, and then, she looked up. ​Her lavender-colored eyes widened immediately, shining with such honest, delighted surprise that it was impossible not to smile. She didn't flinch or retreat; instead, a tiny, happy squeak escaped her lips. ​Lav unfolded from the ground in a motion that was more float than stand, gathering her skirts, and took a quick, excited hop toward you.