(( Dreams of Flora takes place on the night of April 7, 308. Mares of Flora takes place on the night of April 9, 308.
This is my first time writing and sharing my lore stories with the forums; I hope you enjoy them. ))
Dreams of Flora
As the night came to a close inside an estate filled with silence and dreams, there remained one who stayed awake. There was one disturbance of the silence that remained beyond the departure of recent company and guests; beyond even the sound of the wind blowing through the many trees in the surroundings. It was the carefully soft and melodic sound of a certain young elf as she gently held the soft petal of a rose by the building's exit.
. . .
She softly whispered the words of a lullaby in this opportune moment of serenity. Alone, where nobody knows of her insecurities, her passions, and her flaws. Alone, where nobody can insult her appearance, and where the only ones to witness her tune happened to be the flowers, and silence itself. Alone, where she can't fear the judgment of the public.
. . .
While tending to the needs of the plants around her, she'd speak out her thoughts to her friends; the ones who will listen, and the ones who won't tell another soul, only after lulling them.
"They've already done so much for me," she whispered gently. "And I can't fathom how I can begin to repay them."
. . .
Never did she feel such an entitlement to do good by a family. Especially not one of nobility.
Never did she see herself becoming fond of a group of people, so much so that she'd pledge her loyalty.
Never did she find herself so humbled, that she could hardly bring herself to speak of her wholesome feelings.
"I'll show them all just how thankful, and AWESOME I am. Should I fail, I will live honorless. But failure's impossible. Why? Because I'm Myriani."
After that sentence, she offered a farewell to her flowery friends and took the carriage to a home of her own. A home where she may enjoy the sweetest of dreams about the wonderful days to come.
fin.
This is my first time writing and sharing my lore stories with the forums; I hope you enjoy them. ))
Dreams of Flora
As the night came to a close inside an estate filled with silence and dreams, there remained one who stayed awake. There was one disturbance of the silence that remained beyond the departure of recent company and guests; beyond even the sound of the wind blowing through the many trees in the surroundings. It was the carefully soft and melodic sound of a certain young elf as she gently held the soft petal of a rose by the building's exit.
. . .
She softly whispered the words of a lullaby in this opportune moment of serenity. Alone, where nobody knows of her insecurities, her passions, and her flaws. Alone, where nobody can insult her appearance, and where the only ones to witness her tune happened to be the flowers, and silence itself. Alone, where she can't fear the judgment of the public.
. . .
While tending to the needs of the plants around her, she'd speak out her thoughts to her friends; the ones who will listen, and the ones who won't tell another soul, only after lulling them.
"They've already done so much for me," she whispered gently. "And I can't fathom how I can begin to repay them."
. . .
Never did she feel such an entitlement to do good by a family. Especially not one of nobility.
Never did she see herself becoming fond of a group of people, so much so that she'd pledge her loyalty.
Never did she find herself so humbled, that she could hardly bring herself to speak of her wholesome feelings.
"I'll show them all just how thankful, and AWESOME I am. Should I fail, I will live honorless. But failure's impossible. Why? Because I'm Myriani."
After that sentence, she offered a farewell to her flowery friends and took the carriage to a home of her own. A home where she may enjoy the sweetest of dreams about the wonderful days to come.
fin.
Mares of Flora
Restless stirs, worried hums, and unsettling thoughts are all that filled the estate tonight. But not the same one as prior; this one was different. It was larger, but it was foreign to the elf.
Traumatic experiences, deadly enemies, and deathly glares are what occupied her mind space, not flowers. The loss of those she has already begun to owe a large debt to, those she cares about more than her only family haunted her mares. All of these fears and more remained entrapped within the elf's mind; all of these and more, disrupting her precious slumber.
. . .
She shot up from her makeshift bed, of which was kindly prepared on the couch, her heart racing following a deep, terrorized gasp. Her glassy eyes dotted her surroundings, realizing the reality of the world around her. Nobody had been around to witness her terrorized gasp, nor had they been present to see her weep. She was alone, where she shouldn't fear the judgment of the public. Alone, without her flowers to hear her lullaby, and where nobody can pity her misfortunate appearance.
. . .
She couldn't meditate through gardening, the estate was devastated. She couldn't tell her flowery friends about such a horrid experience, where she may speak and be listened to, where her secrets won't be exposed. "I can't let them be harmed," she whispered with her broken voice. "I owe them too much to let harm befall upon them."
. . .
Never has she felt such a fear for her own life.
Never has she feared for the lives of those she cares for, especially not those of nobility.
Never did she see putting herself in harm's way for the betterment of her employers.
Never has she experienced such a state of sleeplessness, uneasiness, and terror.
"I've not even been in Regalia for a week," she uttered, "and I have already been through this much stress. But, I'll overcome it, for them. Why? Because I'm Myriani."
After that sentence, she remained in her sleepless state in a home that is not her own. A home which protects those she values, and the dreams she had come so attached to. Dreams of the wonderful days with these people, these nobles.
fin.
Traumatic experiences, deadly enemies, and deathly glares are what occupied her mind space, not flowers. The loss of those she has already begun to owe a large debt to, those she cares about more than her only family haunted her mares. All of these fears and more remained entrapped within the elf's mind; all of these and more, disrupting her precious slumber.
. . .
She shot up from her makeshift bed, of which was kindly prepared on the couch, her heart racing following a deep, terrorized gasp. Her glassy eyes dotted her surroundings, realizing the reality of the world around her. Nobody had been around to witness her terrorized gasp, nor had they been present to see her weep. She was alone, where she shouldn't fear the judgment of the public. Alone, without her flowers to hear her lullaby, and where nobody can pity her misfortunate appearance.
. . .
She couldn't meditate through gardening, the estate was devastated. She couldn't tell her flowery friends about such a horrid experience, where she may speak and be listened to, where her secrets won't be exposed. "I can't let them be harmed," she whispered with her broken voice. "I owe them too much to let harm befall upon them."
. . .
Never has she felt such a fear for her own life.
Never has she feared for the lives of those she cares for, especially not those of nobility.
Never did she see putting herself in harm's way for the betterment of her employers.
Never has she experienced such a state of sleeplessness, uneasiness, and terror.
"I've not even been in Regalia for a week," she uttered, "and I have already been through this much stress. But, I'll overcome it, for them. Why? Because I'm Myriani."
After that sentence, she remained in her sleepless state in a home that is not her own. A home which protects those she values, and the dreams she had come so attached to. Dreams of the wonderful days with these people, these nobles.
fin.
(( These stories were written in dedication to @Eronoc and @CrimsletMonarch as a HUGE thanks for providing me with such fun and quality roleplay, especially with such a new character. ))
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