The Writer
Your Doom
Flower looks at him and nods. "Don't worry about it, yeah i'm fine...mostly." She said and then sighed. "My light power really runs deep...without light I myself become weak...guess that's why my hair is white." she said and then pushed her hand through her hair. She blinked and then looked at the strand. Her eyes widen as one strand had turned black. She blinks and then watches as light hits it and goes back to it's normal white. She stared at the strand for a while. If she had one big weakness it was the fact that she really was like a flower....needing light. Her power comes from it, although her life is not dependent on light it still provides a key need. She looks at Jace. "Hey...thanks." She said and then looked at the ground.