Genevieve Background Story

The mice rushed through the garden, leaping over the ripe tomatos , wriggling through the vines and leapt the cabbage heads crawling through the carrot sprouts. There was a large flower bed pinned against the white picket fence that stood tall around that yellow house.

The mice hop scotched across the cobblestone path to the blue bells that were scattered about the flower bed. The mice had scratched and pushed against the stems before the delicate ringing slipped through the air. Creating an orchestra around them, the wind sweeping the fallen petals off the cobblestone as the wind-chimes seeped a lovely song and the birds sang their lovely tune, it all combine creating a song for the faries.

It wasn't that much longer and the tulips tipped , the daisies popped and the roses bloomed faries slipped from the petals their iridescent wings fluttering on the wind as their small bodies had joined in a ring, the grass had seemed to brighten and mushrooms popped up for them to settle down on the squishy tops. One in particular had a crown and a staff.

The queen of the faries she settled on her mushroom throne and peered over the jittery crowd. " Ahem.. settle down settle down " her high pitched voice seemed to ring over the ears of the others and they had all calmed down.

Excitement ran through their sugar filled veins as they all knew what was to come. " Mr and Mrs. Waters" she spoke lightly , the two standing before the court. " You two are about to have your life changed , the mice heard the baby is to be born any second. Meaning your babe will be born any moment " bowing her head as her little crown had slipped slightly she giggled and pushed it back up to settle upon the long blonde locks.

With that the screams of horrid pain left the house, the woman inside was dripping pearls of dew giving birth to Genevieve Ann Waters as a new bud had sprouted within the fairy garden. The baby squealed with crys before there was silence.

Everyone had held their breath before the joyous sound of laughter left the open window and that laugh broke into millions of pieces. They had all collected in the bud that had just sprouted, the purple bud glowing like the sun , the fairy court had rushed to circle the flower as if they hadn't seen this happen dozens of times before.

There was instant chatter and as the glow died down the petals of that purple bloom peeled open and inside laid a baby fairy with long red curls and wet limp wings. Genevieve Ann Waters the fairy was just born her purple orbs peeling over to look at the crowd.

Growing up Genevieve was taught the fairy law, how to act what to say she was molded into fairy culture Vieve was now a woman and no matter how many times she reached the edge of the flower bed before she was drug back to the court.

" Genevieve Ann this will be the last time I tell you, you cannot leave the flower bed. " another court member stepped in " If you cannot learn your place young lady we will be forced to take your wings" Vieve almost gasped she had never been threatened with such a harsh threat.

Her now mature purple hues seeped to peirce the court member like she was slicing through their small body. Just about to belt out her opinion on the matter at hand though before she could the queen had stepped up and with a little wave of her finger it felt like Genevieve's voice was stuck in her throat.

Choking on the words she had grasped at her throat her purple gown fluttered in a fit as she had moved, starting to back away there was no way she would stay not with how the court ruled. No one saw the brainwashing as they all fell in line. Genevieve turned rushing through the stems and vines that were in her way it wasn't until there was a sharp pain in her back that a scream slipped from her small vocals there was a symbol burned into the middle of her back, at the nape of her neck between her shoulder blades.

It was like a curse that binded her wings within her back. Leaning on the stem she painted harshly before she rushed through she could feel the hot tears slipping down her milky skin, her body fighting and clawing as she finally reached the edge this time there was no looking back.

There was no thought she jumped expecting her wings to sprout but there was nothing the girl fell the small body crashing to the grass, everything was hazy before she had blinked harshly blacking out.

" Hey you girl! " the thick irish accent slipped through as a woman about the same age of Genevieve had rushed to her side. Vieve wasn't so small anymore but a woman the size of 5'4 , her head ached as she seemed to shift slowly opening her eyes she was started there was a human.

Yelping out she stiffened up sitting straight up as she scooted back then looked at herself as she squeaked once more. Genevieve's back was pressed to the picket fence her chest was pumping as the blood rushed through her veins she looked panicked.

Though she looked expensive and exotic her red curls draping down her back as she wore a flowy purple gown in her hair were the same flowers she was born out of. Staring back at the woman she finally nodded and stood up to her feet she had dusted herself off offering a hand to the woman " Hello, I am Genevieve... Genevieve Ann" she stopped , this woman was her baby.. the baby that birthed her with her laugh in the yellow house all grown up.

" Hey! My name is Genevieve Ann too!" the woman laughed but Vieve herself had started to look a little cold her eyes like daggers and her tone shifting she spoke to her. " I was never here and fairies.. they are real " with that Genevieve had brought her palm to her lips blowing into the center.

Fairy dust appeared , flying into the woman's face as she had fallen drowsy right after Genevieve caught the falling body, gently settling her to the grassy bed she had looked around. Thankfully it looked like no one else was home.

The fairy knew the land as the court discussed it with them all over and over again , slowly with wobbily legs she had made her way around the farm house to the stables where the horses were in their stalls.

Genevieve's eyes settled on the pure white stallion that whinnied as she spoke in fairy tongue the horse calmed and bowed his head before Vieve had slowly pulled him from his stall. Saddling the horse she had no idea what she was doing.

Working on pure adrenaline and whim she had climbed up onto the horse with flinging limbs. Grasping the reigns she spoke once more and the pair were off to start her journey.

Genevieve

ꕥ • 𝐺𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑒𝑣𝑒 𝐴𝑛𝑛 𝑊𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 • ꕥ


꧁ ꧂꧁ ꧂꧁ ꧂꧁ ꧂꧁ ꧂

ꕥ • 𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐫 • ꕥ


The crisp rain sleeted down, beating on the window paynes of this small yellow house that sat upon the hill, lights were on all around as if the home was a night light shining off the monsters that lived in the dark.

The birds nestled deep into their nests to keep dry , the mice scurrying through the underbrush and the fox's running to their dens. Everyone and thing was trying to stay out of the rain. The trickle of the rain was a lullaby to some the way the drops had a rhythmic pattern though to the little girl that lived in that yellow house the rain brought her gloom and disparity.

" Ma , it's bucketing out der' " the little red haired daisy popped her head up to look back at her mother with a frown, who was carefully entering the room. Her stomach was a ripe melon , ready to burst at any moment. " Now , now my love' What is with that frown of yer's " she had a sweet smile on her ruby red lips.

Patting her thigh she had settled into her rocking chair next to the window " come girl , let me tell you a tail ". It certainly only took the small child mere moments to settle into her mothers lap. " When thee first wee baby laughed, for yee first time. The laugh broke into thousands of wee little pieces and they all went skippin' around, and that was the beginning of fairies. And now when every new babe is born it's first laugh becomes a fairy. "

When the mother had looked down at the child she had already falled asleep her little body like a doll baby she had smiled and placed a kiss to her forehead.

꧁ ꧂꧁ ꧂꧁ ꧂꧁ ꧂꧁ ꧂

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" 𝐖𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟
𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠. "
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ꕥ : 𝐅𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞 ~
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• Genevieve Ann Waters •
Every fairy is named after the baby who gave them life. They will forever have a bond, Vieve loves her name. Her fairy mother often called her Genevieve Ann when she was in trouble.

• Origins •
The name given to Genevieve is of Germanic or Celtic orgin. It may be from the Germanic name *Kenowefa ( Latinized as Genoveva ) meaning " Women of the race "

ꕥ : 𝐀𝐠𝐞 | 𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 ~
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• 20 | May 25th , 2000 •
Genevieve is 20 she celebrates her birthday every year though mostly with herself , it is the same day as her human so she makes sure to drink for the both of them.

ꕥ : 𝐒𝐞𝐱 | 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 ~
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• She, Her | Cis Female •
Genevieve is a woman, she had never felt like anything else. Fairy culture teaches you to love who you are and others for who they are. Though she has not met anyone else with different beliefs she certainly would support them.

• Sexuality •
Vieve is bisexual she is attracted to both male and females, both mentally and physically.

ꕥ : 𝐀𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐲 | 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐬 ~
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• Irish | Fairy •
Genevieve was born a fairy , following the folklore of a new baby's first laugh dispersing and giving birth to a fairy in a nearby flower. Genevieve was born in Ireland and she is caucasian.


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" 𝐌𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 "
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• Long | Ginger •
Genevieve's long locks are wavy and often messy , waves of silky ginger that laid to her lower back. Almost if the oceans waves were blood. Vieve will brush her hair but most of the time she adorns the boho look. Sometimes she places the locks into braids or incorporates flowers. Though her tousled locks look as if they could feel like hay , they were soft, often alluring you to touch them further. If lost in a crowd she wouldnt be hard to find as her blazing head often would be a red flag in the heaps of normalized colored hair.

ꕥ : 𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐬 ~
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• Purple | Doe-like •
Genevieve's eyes are large and doe-like , the iris's hold a dashing purple hue , it is bright and piercing. Genevieve often looks like she is looking right through you and perhaps she is. Draping over her orbs are long redish eyelashes. Somehow her magnificent orbs settle right into her features.

ꕥ : 𝐒𝐤𝐢𝐧 ~
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• Milky Pale | Freckled •
Genevieve's skin looks delicate and soft, milky pale and decorated with millions of pin pricked freckles , all over her shoulders , arms , knees and elbows. Prominently scattered about her nose and cheeks are more dainty freckles.

ꕥ : 𝐅𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐞 ~
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• 5'4 | Curvy •
The woman stands at a small stature , with large breasts and a torso that isnt too skinny but not too large. Child birthing hips , Vieve certainly was a woman. Though she caught many eyes Genevieve often turned them down for she wished to be seen and heard , most of who she has been with never really hear her.

ꕥ : 𝐒𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐞 ~
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• Elegant | Girly •
Genevieve often wears gowns, those of flowy or tight fitted nature. Being a free spirit she will sometimes go without shoes wearing jewelry on her feet instead. Looking the best isnt what she intends on doing everyday but somehow her outfits look elegant, showing off her body type in all the right places.

ꕥ : 𝐀𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚 ~
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• Vanilla | Roses •
Genevieve's natural scent is enticing , one could get drunk off of the thick vanilla that her skin immitted only to be entangled in the fresh scent of roses. Her scent was pleasent to the ones who like to endulge.

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• Sweet | Like Honey •
Genevieve's voice is soft and smooth, even if she has an irish accent her voice sounds like honey dripping from a comb. Her voice is comforting for broken souls.

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" 𝐈𝐭 𝐚𝐢𝐧'𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐢𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡
𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐝. 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐚𝐰 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐠𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐭
𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬. "
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ꕥ : 𝐒𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐥 ~
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• Fairy •
A mythical creature in the form of a human that has magical powers.

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• Powers •
Fairies have the ability to heal and shape shift along with super human abilities such as knowledge, durability and strength. Some of the more powerful abilities include mesmerization , the ability to seize your mind with eye contact and the change of tone or phrase. Photokinesis , the ability to project and control light and nature. Oneirokinesis, the ability to enter peoples dreams and converse with them. Along with illusion casting and telepathy.

ꕥ : 𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 ~
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• Weaknesses •
Fairies hate iron as it makes them nauseous and the scent is disgusting to them. They love cream , which like alcohol , intoxicates them. Poisonous bugs can cause serious illness or even death as they are so close with nature. Along with any natural death , fairies live a very very long life but can still die from old age and any normal attacks if not healed in time.

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" 𝐒𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬, 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦
𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐲. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰
𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐝'𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐧. "
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ꕥ : 𝐏𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐡 ~
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• Perfect •
Genevieve is a fairy their blood has a healing factor , it takes some time but she self heals or with the aid of herbs boosts the process.

ꕥ : 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐞 ~
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• Free Spirit •
Genevieve does what she wants when she wants. With the ability to sway humans anyway she wishes her life is pretty easy going. A traveler for the most part , Vieve dosnt stay in one place very long. Occasional drinking and smoking that natural herb on the daily this fairy has respect for nature.

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" 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 "
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ꕥ : 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 ~
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• ISFP: The Artist •
The Artist personality type are reserved and easy going often found hanging out with a small group of friends or family. Needing time alone after to recharge after. They are very open minded and accepting. While the artist type can be light hearted and fun they are also quite intense. Being very in tune to the world around them. The artist can sense small changes in their immediate environment. They have a strong sense of their environment as they often notice small details that others might not have. Along with this they often develop " gut feelings " about situations. The artist is a doer rather than a dreamer and often focus on the here and now rather than worrying about the future.

ꕥ : 𝐀𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐒𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 ~
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• Neutral Good •
A neutral good character does the best that a good person can do. They desire good without bias for or against order. They do good for goodness's sake, rather than being directed by law or by whim. Such characters would abide the law or break it when they felt it would serve a greater good. They are not bound to any particular social system or order.

ꕥ : 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐬~
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• Honest | Whimsical •
Genevieve is very honest , she tells you how she feels and what she thinks. Vieve never lies as she dosnt see the point in it. Genevieve is playfully quaint, attractively unusual or old-fashioned.

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• Blunt | Emotional •
With honesty comes direct or sometimes accidently rude as Genevieve can speak without holding her tongue sometimes. If feeling are intense than she can and will openly display them, trying her best to not make a scene she most certainly will if needed.

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• Picking at things | Peeling dead skin off of lip •
When Genevieve is nervous she will pick at things especially the skin on her thumb , when bored she peels the dead skin off her lips with either her teeth or fingers. Often not realising she is doing so.

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• Being underestimated •
Genevieve has a somewhat frail appearance which causes people to underestimate her strength both mentally and physically. When underestimated she tends to get angry and show people that shes not some little girl.

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" 𝐀𝐧𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝 "
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ꕥ : 𝐂𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 ~
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• Fairy Culture •
A fairy is taught right and wrong from the elders in fairy land while they are still young. Once old enough to go into the human world they have to learn the laws and way of life choosing to follow them or not.

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• Biromantic | Bisexual •
Genevieve is open to both genders , male or female as she sees both as beautiful creatures. Personality is also key in her perfered mate. Vieve also needs to have a physical attraction to the partner.

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• Tall | Intimidating •
Genevieve enjoys partners sho are taller than she is , anyone that looks like they are the boss shes drawn to but just for the challenge plus the two would look like a odd pair.

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• Genuine Feelings | Affection •
Genevieve enjoys getting under the skin and past the walls if you sit and have a genuine conversation with her she will get more comfortable with you. Affection is a big one she really enjoys physical skin to skin contact.

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• Demanding | Snobby •
Genevieve dosnt like to be ordered around or demanded of something she will turn her nose right up and walk away along with anyone who is snobby because they have the money to be.

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• Butterfly nets | Posionous Bugs •
Genevieve when she is in her tiny form can be caught inna butterfly net where she cannot use her powers she would feel helpless and small. Posionous bugs can cause servere harm or even death if she is bitten in her small form.

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" 𝐖𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞. 𝐖𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐚𝐭
𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐥. "
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• Fairy Magic | Telling stories •
Genevieve has magical abilities but she makes it a point to show in the world at least to children that is.. the saying gods when a child says they dont believe in fairies some where in the world one drops dead. So she makes it a mission to share it when she can weather it be with her powers or by telling stories.

ꕥ : 𝐎𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ~
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ꕥ : 𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ~
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Blue Stone Falls


ꕥ : 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 ~
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ꕥ : 𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 ~
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• Eirene Ann Waters | Dead •
• John Matthew Waters | Dead •
Genevieve was nurtured by her fairy parents until it was time for her to grow up and live a life of her own. Almost the whole fairy community where she was from was related. They were there for each other but the busy buzz was too much for her so she left, perhaps it wasnt the best choice because the humans started to forget and the little daisy who believed had moved out.