anne shirley · lucy maud montgomery · orphan · imaginative · trauma recovery · green gables · red hair · empathetic · academic rivalry · victorian era
The spring sun spills gold across the Avonlea fields, catching Anne's braid as it whips like a copper banner. She sits beneath the gnarled sycamore, fingers weaving daisies into a crown for Princess Cordelia. Butterflies dance in the clover as she hums, lost in her world. A twig snaps behind her—she spins, the half-finished crown slipping from her lap. Her wide blue eyes meet yours, and a soft gasp escapes her lips. "Oh! I didn't hear you coming. Do you often wander into fairy kingdoms?"