Pascal/History

==History==
AN UNEVENTFUL LIFE one would consider Pascal’s. If asked, she would say her parents were Idaia and Rainer Dubois, two florist shop owners in the capital, that she had five older brothers whom loved her with an adamant fervor, and that life was okay. The florist shop was owned and ran by the family, passed down from generation to generation, and as thriving as the flowers and herbs they sold. That it was tradition for every child to work there If asked, she would say the household was lively and warm and welcoming and despite being humans surrounded by other species different shapes and sizes, they were content and they were respected and admired for their strong bonds and willingness to help any and everyone. Pascal was taught by her mother who taught the boys as well, but ultimately Pascal would learn of her role. She would be the one to inherit the shop, whilst her brother’s went on doing what they wanted. And it was fine, she would tell you, it was, but it was a lie. Yet still she accepted it.
The truth was Pascal was not a Dubois. She was not just a human girl. Yet the truth is kept from Pascal in only whispers and rumors. That her father had an affair. That the only reason his wife remained with him was because he had nothing, because she loved him dearly, and she could not bear to do to her kids what other parents did. Divorce wasn’t an option. Adoption was. So Pascal became a Dubois, believing to be their blood, and there was no resistance from her biological mother, because she was gone. As if she’d never existed before. A blessing for them, you could say. Pascal was loved as if she was their own, his wife too kind of a woman to scorn a child for her husband’s mistakes. Their sons accepted her willingly, and though it was strange to have a female among all the males running around, someone younger than the youngest, they tried. The truth was kept from them. The most they knew was that she was abandoned, and thanks to their parent’s love and generosity an orphan with bright red hair and beautiful seafoam green eyes now had a home. 
Pascal lives her life within Almaria’s downtown streets, her time occupied by the shop, taking care of the endless growth they continued to produce to make others smile, to know joy and love and happiness. All in the smallest, most fragile thing in existence. 
==Plot==
To be updated
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