the glint of blue-green where the sun struck just so.
Summer rain fell gently on Delumine, the sky tinged a silver shade of grey, hiding away the sunlight. It was warm, but not overly so, wind blowing through the trees with a quiet hush of a whisper. Many creatures had gone in search of shelter, hiding from the raindrops beneath the trees or in their houses, burrowing down to sleep until it passed… but not all were hiding. Some would be drawn forth into the rain, seeking comfort from what had been uncharacteristically hot days, grateful for the change and the cleansing rain as it washed over the landscape.
All around the land, beads of water began to form on leaves, clinging to each blade of grass and flower petal. Though the rain had continued throughout the day, it fluctuated between a gentle pitter-patter and a fine mist – nothing like the thunderstorms of winter or fall – just enough to kiss the earth with a sheen of moisture. It is in this environment that Maret will find herself, walking curiously among the flowers and the water, called out by a strange nagging sensation which beckons her to explore the misty world.
Grasses part to let her through, and the sun shines down through hazy clouds, fighting to brighten the rainscape with golden sheaves of light. There is a hum to the air, almost an anticipation of something unusual to come – but Delumine does not share her secrets. Instead, the world is simply left open for exploration, dewy and silver from rain, split only by the ends of a rainbow which brightens the summer sky with color.
The others have left this place now, straying away to their business, leaving only Maret alone in the field of bright red flowers. Their faces unfold to the sun, welcoming the rain after days without, and they seem to sing their happiness as they tremble with the summer wind’s caress. It is a place of beauty and quiet reflection, devoid of others and stretching as far as the eye can see. While Illuster Meadow is not a place which would be new to Maret, today it seems to take on a new property. It seems to come alive to her, the sun shining brighter, the flowers seeming more red – like ruby gemstones in a sea of emerald grass.
As she steps through the world, the rain stills and stops, leaving only a heavy humidity to the air. One flower stands brighter than the others, sparkling and throwing prisms in the sunlight - not red, but instead a peculiar shade of silver. Upon closer inspection, the flower is not a plant at all, but a delicately sculpted rose of ice, cold to the touch. The morning is warm once more, a setting which would be strange for ice to form… and yet this day is the perfect setting for Maret to discover the magic within her – for how else could such a phenomenon be explained on a summer day, if not for magic?
All around the land, beads of water began to form on leaves, clinging to each blade of grass and flower petal. Though the rain had continued throughout the day, it fluctuated between a gentle pitter-patter and a fine mist – nothing like the thunderstorms of winter or fall – just enough to kiss the earth with a sheen of moisture. It is in this environment that Maret will find herself, walking curiously among the flowers and the water, called out by a strange nagging sensation which beckons her to explore the misty world.
Grasses part to let her through, and the sun shines down through hazy clouds, fighting to brighten the rainscape with golden sheaves of light. There is a hum to the air, almost an anticipation of something unusual to come – but Delumine does not share her secrets. Instead, the world is simply left open for exploration, dewy and silver from rain, split only by the ends of a rainbow which brightens the summer sky with color.
The others have left this place now, straying away to their business, leaving only Maret alone in the field of bright red flowers. Their faces unfold to the sun, welcoming the rain after days without, and they seem to sing their happiness as they tremble with the summer wind’s caress. It is a place of beauty and quiet reflection, devoid of others and stretching as far as the eye can see. While Illuster Meadow is not a place which would be new to Maret, today it seems to take on a new property. It seems to come alive to her, the sun shining brighter, the flowers seeming more red – like ruby gemstones in a sea of emerald grass.
As she steps through the world, the rain stills and stops, leaving only a heavy humidity to the air. One flower stands brighter than the others, sparkling and throwing prisms in the sunlight - not red, but instead a peculiar shade of silver. Upon closer inspection, the flower is not a plant at all, but a delicately sculpted rose of ice, cold to the touch. The morning is warm once more, a setting which would be strange for ice to form… and yet this day is the perfect setting for Maret to discover the magic within her – for how else could such a phenomenon be explained on a summer day, if not for magic?
@Maret might wonder at first why this particular after-rain meadow seems different. Perhaps it's the shine of an almost rainbow that catches her eye at first. Or maybe she notices the strange flower right away. Maybe the flower is calling to her in a way that none of the others do....
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