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| A Note For Chamomile |
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Posted by: Auru - 01-04-2018, 10:56 PM - Forum: Archives
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Someone get him some butter because he was on a roll.
With each note that he left, the man felt his own mood and excitement perking up. The furious whispers in the back of his mind had begun to fade, if only for the moment. The intrusive thoughts of his Anxiety could rage all they wanted to, the festive mood was invading him. He half wanted to be there to see everyone's reactions when they found the messages he'd left for them, he was starting to get a tad excited about surprising those who hadn't expected much with something special.
He didn't stop to think about how the reverse could be applied to him, it led him too far down the rabbit hole than he wanted to go right now.
So he simply set quill to parchment, and began scribbling out another note, this one to the one who he had met before he'd needed to be saved, the one who had no idea what was going on with him, but thought to offer him something tasty anyways when she noticed that he was hungry.
"Thank you for being kind and generous, even when in such a strange situation as you found yourself in when we met. - Auru Geniven"
One dried and strung upon a ribbon note later, he was writing in the address on the front of the folded paper, making sure that she who it was dedicated to could find it amidst the others he had left decorating the branches, and those that others would surely leave.
For Cyrene
He moved in the opposite direction as before, this time, heading more towards the entrance to the boardwalk than the end of it. He did not go far, however, pausing only a short distance away to hang the note almost directly over the center of the boardwalk, the still-wet ink on the front illuminated by the flickering light.
@Cyrene
OOC: <3
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| A Note For The Savior |
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Posted by: Auru - 01-04-2018, 10:10 PM - Forum: Archives
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The stallion was swift to trot back to his temporary workstation, already reaching out to grab another piece of parchment and get to writing. Thinking of the white and gold winged woman had brought about thoughts of another white and gold individual, although the meeting between the two of them had been a bit... unique.
The man felt his face heat up beneath his dark coat, even though there was no one there to see him.
It was still embarrassing.
He still felt that the man deserved proper thanks for what he had done, more than the stumbled words of frightened gratitude that he had gotten.
"Thank you for helping me out when I was in a bit of a... rough situation. - Auru Geniven"
Once the note was properly strung up, he wrote out a quick address on the front.
For Isorath
He trotted down to the end of the boardwalk, hanging the note where it would be reachable just by those who came to the very end, directly underneath the canopy of stars that would illuminate the folded bit of paper, aglow by moonlight in the darkness as it gently swayed where it rested.
@Isorath
OOC: <3
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| A Note For Fire-girl |
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Posted by: Auru - 01-04-2018, 09:36 PM - Forum: Archives
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As his gaze skittered back over to the parchment and ink left behind for festival goers, the man heaved a sigh and resigned his fate to leaving notes for everyone he could think of, pulling several bits of parchment from the pile and setting them aside for his specific use, knowing that this third note was likely not to be his last.
He grabbed the quill that was rapidly becoming familiar and tapped it against his lips, who should this one be for?
One of the floating torches drifted past, the warmth of the firelight catching his eye, reminding him of a woman with a coat and eyes so very similar to the flickering tongues of flame. He pressed the quill to the parchment and began to write.
"Thank you for being considerate, even when it wasn't your fault. Thank you for being kind, and asking what was wrong, despite me never giving you any reason to continue to do so, and giving you all the reason to do the opposite. - Auru Geniven"
The drying process and threading of the ribbon was quickly repeated, the man still unable to avoid smearing the ribbon with a bit of ink as he made his hole by piercing the corner of the folded paper 'book' with the sharp end of the quill, causing a bit ink to stain the parchment in a way other than his words. Either way, he still scripted out an address on the front.
For Fire-girl
Content with that, the man set his quill down, trotting off down the boardwalk to come close to the end, where the stars would be visible if he stepped forward only a little further. Instead, he turned to his left, and securely knotted the ribbon about a low-hanging branch to leave the note hanging as a border along the boardwalk for it's hopeful recipient to find.
@Israfel
OOC: <3
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| A Note For The Winter Wolf |
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Posted by: Auru - 01-04-2018, 09:24 PM - Forum: Archives
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After hanging the note for the current sovereign, the man's gaze flicked back to the parchment, ears pricked curiously. If he was leaving a not for the current ruler, perhaps he ought to leave one for the former? After all, it was only polite to acknowledge the role she had played, even if it had been some time since they last spoke.
He stepped back, turning on the boardwalk to reach over and lift up another piece of parchment, once again wetting the quill and scribing out a short message for the one who may or may not receive it.
"Thank you for welcoming me into your home, even when I had nothing to offer you in return. - Auru Geniven"
He followed the same procedure as before, resting the quill back in the ink while he dried the note, before folding it and poking a hole in the corner, threading ribbon through the puncture as before.
He pondered how to address it, before distantly remembering the way others had murmured and spoken of the warrior mare, writing out the epithet as was her due.
For The Winter Wolf
He returned the quill back to the ink once more, walking a ways away to tie the note onto another branch further down, away from his first note. He wanted to scatter them out, whether that was the by product of just wanting to improve the scenery by not having them all clumped together, or the anxious whispers that he'd be mocked for feeling the need to leave so many messages, was undetermined. Either way, he gently but firmly knotted the ribbon, leaving the note to hang there for the recipient to see, should she ever come by.
@Rannveig
OOC: <3
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| A Note For Flower-girl |
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Posted by: Auru - 01-04-2018, 09:00 PM - Forum: Archives
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The man who dwelled within the swamplands was swift to notice the changes coming about his home.
He stayed huddled in the shadows for the most part as happy folks set up the boardwalks and left out paper, ribbon, and writing ink for festival goers to leave their notes with, watching as they beautifully crafted glass baubles were safely stored away for those who wished to use them. The festive atmosphere was infectious, even for him.
At one point, he poked his head from the shadows, quietly stepping forwards and softly pointing out that they may not wish to set the boardwalk's stilts in that one particular area, as the ground had a tendency to be weaker than it first appeared. Perhaps it would do better directed over there, by the tree?
He didn't have much that he could do, and his shy and nervous nature kept him mostly ensconced in the darkness and hiding spots he knew well in the swamps, but he still followed those who set up the activities for the joyous times ahead, the cold, dank swamp becoming warm as they set flames into the waters, warming the world around them. He couldn't help but to feel soothed in a way, a torch having drifted close to where he lay shrouded in low-lying bushes, his form obscured but warm.
They couldn't see him, but he could see and hear them, could hear their happy chatter and voices, even if they were too far away to be heard clearly. The happy atmosphere left no room for even the voices of his darkest monsters to murmur of violence and death, the world just felt too warm, even in this dark season.
He watched them leave, opening the boardwalks for festival goers to come, leaving the man alone in the darkness.
He had watched them leave their own notes for unknown individuals, and Auru laid his head down as he considered whether or not he ought to leave one as well. But who would he even leave it for?
The more he thought about it, the more he realized he actually had several in mind.
Alone, the man rose to his hooves, sloshing forwards through the swamp water to haul himself onto the peat that created the base for the boardwalk, stepping onto the flower-coated planks with a wince at the messy hoofprint he left behind. Ah, well, surely he wouldn't be the only one to get a little swamp murk on the boardwalks?
But none quite so badly as you, filthy thing that you are. There's a difference between a little dirt and a heaving slop of muck like you. Why did you even get on here? Who would care to receive a note from you? They all must hate you, you know, for being so broken, they must laugh at you the moment your back is turned. Poor little swamp man, hiding all alone, so scared he can't even say 'hello' without pissing himself-
He flicked an ear as he ignored the intrusive thoughts, heart lightened by the festive atmosphere of the torches and flowers, the clunking of his hooves on the boardwalks seeming cheerful, even to him, in the way they bespoke of something special.
After a moment of nervous glancing between the bits of parchment left behind, he finally sucked it up and just chose a regular, run-of-the-mill one, levitating it before him and making sure that the quill he lifted was properly inked before slowly scripting out a short message, his literacy not the greatest.
"Thank you for being kind and patient with me, even when you didn't really understand what was happening. - Auru Geniven"
He chewed on his lip, debating whether or not he ought to had more to properly display his appreciation for the mare's kind actions and words, even if they had been a bit overwhelming at times. She had done them with a good heart. He forced himself to set the quill back down with the supplies left behind before he could overthink his words, and convince himself not to leave the note.
This was a festival, a celebration, he'd be damned if he didn't do something to celebrate the ending of winter, and the return of spring's warmth just around the bend.
He'd wanted to fit in, hadn't he?
This was what being part of Dusk meant.
When he was satisfied that the note was dry, he folded it in on itself, hiding the words as he lifted the quill once again, jabbing a little hole through the corner of the fold so that he could string a bit of ribbon through it like it was a little book. It hung a little messily, some of the ink from the quill smearing onto the ribbon from where it had been on the parchment after he made the hole, but it looked nice enough, he supposed.
Keeping the note held aloft, he picked up the quill one more time, writing an address on one of the 'covers' of the little book.
"For Flower-girl"
He set the quill back down, and hung the note from a branch before he let his mind talk him out of it, tying a neat little knot with the ends of the ribbon as he left the little note for the now-sovereign to hopefully find at some point.
@Florentine
OOC: <3
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| A Festival Invitation |
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Posted by: Florentine - 01-04-2018, 01:00 PM - Forum: Archives
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 Winter's End Festival An Invitation:
-- -- -- Dear King Reichenbach, This is a time to celebrate the dying year and to look to the new. We in Terrastella would like to invite you, and all your court, to our Winter's End Festival. There is no part of Terrastella that is not touched by this occasion. It is a chance for all courts to gather together, to celebrate, send lanterns into the sky, leave notes for one another, pledge yourself to the coming year and give thanks for the one gone by. Come, join us and be merry. Yours, Queen Florentine -Every land in Terrastella has something different going on as part of the festival, so come and explore! The festival will conclude on the 31st January -
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| A Festival Invitation |
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Posted by: Florentine - 01-04-2018, 12:59 PM - Forum: Archives
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Winter's End Festival An Invitation:
-- -- -- Dear Queen Seraphina, This is a time to celebrate the dying year and to look to the new. We in Terrastella would like to invite you, and all your court, to our Winter's End Festival. There is no part of Terrastella that is not touched by this occasion. It is a chance for all courts to gather together, to celebrate, send lanterns into the sky, leave notes for one another, pledge yourself to the coming year and give thanks for the one gone by. Come, join us and be merry. Yours, Queen Florentine -Every land in Terrastella has something different going on as part of the festival, so come and explore! The festival will conclude on the 31st January - @ Seraphina @Avdotya
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| Winter's End Festival at The Dusk Court |
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Posted by: Florentine - 01-04-2018, 12:45 PM - Forum: Archives
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 Winter's End Festival The Dusk Court
-- -- -- It begins at dusk. There is no part of Terrastella this Festival does not touch. Winter reaches out to all. This season, and its year are fading. A new year and a new season are coming. This is a time to celebrate the dying year and to look to the new. Roam, take yourself to each of Terrastella’s lands and see which one suits you more. Do you care to visit them all? Or is there just one place that draws you in; a moth to a flame. The Dusk Court itself is the heart of Terrastella. It is a place of grounding. Come all who wish to ground and bind themselves – to their god, to their lover, to their Court. Careful though, if you wish to bind yourself here, there are some who hold to the old belief that this goes beyond a nice gesture. This, to them, is a vow for the new year. Still wish to make your vow? Then paint your skin with the symbolic ink of your court and you vow yourself to that court for a year. With your lover, paint your skin with the symbolic ink of love and you vow yourself to stand by each other for the year. Pain your skin with the symbolic ink of your god, and you will vow yourself to them. Break any of these vows and the consequences are dire; or so they say… There are pots of different coloured ink. All inks are made with natural plant colourants and the tattoos painted on. They will stain the hair and last few a few weeks beyond the festival and are by no means permanent. -The festival concludes on the 31st of January as the old Novus year ends and the new Novus year begins with spring on the 1st of February. -
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| Winter's End Festival in Tinea Swamp |
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Posted by: Florentine - 01-04-2018, 12:42 PM - Forum: Archives
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 Winter's End Festival Tinea Swamp
-- -- -- It begins at dusk. There is no part of Terrastella this Festival does not touch. Winter reaches out to all. This season, and its year are fading. A new year and a new season are coming. This is a time to celebrate the dying year and to look to the new. Roam, take yourself to each of Terrastella’s lands and see which one suits you more. Do you care to visit them all? Or is there just one place that draws you in; a moth to a flame. Here, Tinea Swamp is full of light. Flame lit torches float in the waters, sending gold light rippling. From the limbs of the trees hang notes. Some are encased in glass, like baubles. Some are just hung with ribbon and parchment. The notes are written by festival goers for one another. Some are anonymous messages, some signed by name. Is there something you wish to tell another? Do you love them? Do you want to thank them? Have you wronged them and wish to make amends? There are many reasons to leave a note. Write your thoughts down and hang it from a tree the person you write for, may just see. Boardwalks weave their way through the swamp on stilts, flowers line their railings and petals are scattered across their boards. The walkways weave through the ornate trees, a myriad of messages hanging over them. At the end of each boardwalk is an opening to the sky, to the stars that reach up and up and up. -Please feel free to have threads here or to just leave a post as a note to another character. The festival concludes on the 31st of January as the old Novus year ends and the new Novus year begins with spring on the 1st of February. -
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| Winter's End Festival at Praistigia Cliffs |
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Posted by: Florentine - 01-04-2018, 12:40 PM - Forum: Archives
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 Winter's End Festival Praistigia Cliffs
-- -- -- It begins at dusk. There is no part of Terrastella this Festival does not touch. Winter reaches out to all. This season, and its year are fading. A new year and a new season are coming. This is a time to celebrate the dying year and to look to the new. Roam, take yourself to each of Terrastella’s lands and see which one suits you more. Do you care to visit them all? Or is there just one place that draws you in; a moth to a flame. Here, at Praistigia Cliffs, bonfires line the cliff top. Scattered around them are blankets and cushions. Warm foods and drinks are plenty. Tea, alcohol, firelight, dancing: they are all yours here. It is romantic. It is pensive. Everything for the festival is set up to look out to sea, to the setting sun that falls behind the lands of Denocte. Do you look to the setting sun and see the day falling away? Do you look to it and reminisce over the past year? Are there things you regret, things you are grateful for? Light a lamp with a flame and set it out across the sea and into the sun. Maybe you look to the sun and see the arrival of night – a chance to reset and rejoice in the coming of a new year. Are there things you wish for in the new year? Light a lamp with a flame and set it out across the sea, into the sun and the coming night. -The festival concludes on the 31st of January as the old Novus year ends and the new Novus year begins with spring on the 1st of February. -
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