Lycacia was born in Marsumar, with his two mothers. his mothers owned a bakery, which did decently well, which Lycacia insisted he helped with. folding pastry, mixing dough and waiting by the oven for tarts was his life until his mothers deemed him old enough to go out on his own. as soon as he ran off into the wilderness around where he lived he was entranced by what they called -in common- flowers, his favourite being the sky-blue of cornflower. he was amazed at the things he found, frogs, toads, mushrooms, but his fun was always caught short by something bad happening, be it a branch snapping beneath him while observing Ant Blight or slipping into a river he could always find himself in trouble he'd prefer not to be in. occasionally he'd run into travellers, who usually ask him for favors (which cause him a bruise here and there), anything he finds or finds him he will be ecstatic but sometimes not for the better. his mothers watched him grow through the years, his happy demeanour never faltering, seemingly never ending, but unfortunately his misfortune had the same determination as the boy it plagued. when he was old enough he went on his own way, as a traveller, hoping to find more flowers and recipes for pastries and savoury treats. overall he lead a pretty mundane life but of course nothing lasts forever
