Lavender was born in a wooded grove, though most would have seen a happy family. For Lavender, her parents were complicated. Though never physically abused Lavender hid many scars. As Lavender got older she discovered potion-making, most just saw liquid in bottles. But to Lavender, they looked like gold. She tried learning on her own going to the people in her town for any help she could get. But potion making wasn't common among her people. Which left her knowledge limited. However, her friends started making fun of her. Telling her that she was a narcissist for even thinking she would be any good at making potions. She decided to quietly quiet till she could leave the place and people she called home. Shortly after turning 18, she left her family, her ex-friends, and everything else behind. The pain of not going after a dream was much more unbearable for her. She wasn't going to let anyone else determine her future hopefully in Elvenesse she would find a good teacher.
"Hello kind sir, I seek not wealth, nor to elevate my place in society. What I seek is life, freedom, and a master that can teach me potion making."
"I wish to become a potions brewer one that dose not seek public approval, but instead seeks out the truth." Lavender would blush slightly then look away. She hadn't meant to go off like that. It just sorta happened.

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