DAISY
Time was an ethereal commodity in Tausi. Daisy was slowly becoming used to accepting
things as they were in each moment. When she ventured out from her pink-domed tent,
she never knew what would greet her. Indeed, she had no idea whether day and night
even existed anymore. It might be clear and brilliant with cerulean blue skies one
moment, and dark as ebony the next. In the blink of an eye, rain could start to fall,
or a rainbow could magically appear in the palm of her hand.
It was an enchanting land. With so much to experience simply by opening her eyes,
it hardly seemed reasonable that Daisy would find herself bored. But she had never
been considered reasonable. Even though a change of scenery had occurred, her penchant
for exploring and never being completely satisfied
