[u][h2][color=pink]Lyn, Orchard[/color][/h2][/u]

Lyn stared at her new Assimilation Ring. She twisted the branching band, the texture made of some type of hardened rock, and admiring the ruby red gem on her forefinger as it spun around. Her thoughts were lingering on her hunt a few weeks ago and the result of it. Her teeth bit her lower teeth in anxiety over the scene playing out, her mother screaming and being torn from the inside out causing her to shudder thanks to her own imagination. She leaned against the thick trunk of the mulberry, her arms pulling her basket closer and rested it against her pelvis. Her legs hung down while she swayed them back and forth in through. Anyone could easily see something was bothering. 

She caught a delicate little branch, her boot toe dislodging a small, fresh leaf. It floated down from the air in a lazy way, coming closer and closer to the red haired woman below. It landed upon her page that she was reading, likely distracting as it had covered over her current reading spot. Another delicate crackle and the next thing that Helena knew, a big, fat mulberry fell right on top of her head. It went splat with its juice straining her scalp and locks, Lyn obvious to it until the woman reacted. Naturally it caused the almost sixteen year old child to cautiously glance downward, her arm stretched out and firmly clasping one of the whippy branches.