Have a heart that never hardens

She goes where the wind takes her

She's busy, as always, flitting from one project to another. Her mind a puzzle, a huge clump of thoughts and dreams that can't be untangled without loosing some part of her personality. But truly she would not want to change anything at all, she loves her life, her scattered mind, her little atelier where she works on her paintings and where she can create new worlds. Her feet moving quickly through her atelier. Her hands are covered in paint, her light colored dress patched with bright red, blue and yellow. Around her neck fall three very slender golden necklaces, all with their own unique gem dangling at the end. She looks as colorful as she is in personality.

Syrena pulls up her long blonde locks, tying them up in a messy bun with a light blue scarf. She got it from her mother when she was only a little girl. And with those small things Syrena was still able to hold her close. For she missed her way more than she could have ever imagined. As she moved herself back towards her painting again she bends and adds the final touches: adding her signature small in the corner of the landscape piece. It was a piece fully created from memory. Her homeland: Mothers heart. The orange tones of the endless rock fields and mountains piercing vibrant with the endless blue sky. Maybe it was not a perfect copy from the landscape itself. But for her it reminded her of home. Something she missed very dearly. But back in mothers heart she would never have the change to realise her dreams. But here .. In Navarre.. it was possible. It seemed as if everything was possible here.

With a soft humming voice she finishes the  signature with a last curl on her name. Her smile bright and brilliant, her cheeks rosy and covered in tiny paint splatters. Syrena cleans her hands on the soft fabric of the dress and places the painting on a display so it could dry properly. She brushes a blonde lock behind her ear and cleans herself up so she was ready to leave the small shop. Once outside she let the soft lights of the sun shine on her face her light blue eyes bright beneath spiderweb lashes. Perhaps it was time to find some groceries or visit another shop where she could buy some paint. She would see what would come on her path

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