Quincy strolled thorugh the small clearing beside the large courtyard, she kept her head down lost in her own thoughts. She looked up at her surroundings feeling extremly lost. She walked over to a daisy patch and sits apon the blooming flowers. Quincy always felt that bit more at ease around nature, it helped her feel more at "home". She had yet to make any decent friends here...she wasnt suprised. She picked at the flowers absently pulling the petals off in the "he loves me, he loves me not" fashion.