A Blueberry Haven

Iris Lahey was a wildflower.

Boisterous, exotic and untamed.

Iris Lahey was an unruly force to be reckoned with. Her days would usually start early, just before the sun met the earths edge and before the birds would begin their morning call. She would lower herself onto the cold, tiled roof of the Citadel and wait to see the world unravel before her ocean blue eyes. For hours, she might sit there and feel the heat of the sun on her pale skinned face. She would bask in the morning sunlight and admire the different colours; the reds and the oranges, the pinks and the purples. It was always a breathtakingly beautiful sight to the young princess.