play in my garden?

𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴　　𝘨𝑎𝘳𝑙𝘢𝑛𝘥　　ʜᴀʟᴏ　　𝐡𝐚𝐬　　t͟h͟o͟r͟n͟s ,

[nettlebit]

𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗻　　𝑏𝑦　　ꜰᴀɪᴛʜ.　　　　　1ᴺᴱ　　𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑝𝑡.　❫,　　　2ᵂᴼ　　𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒.　❫,　　　3ᴴᴿᴱᴱ　　𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠.　❫.　　　　　#ᴍɪsᴛᴠᴀʟᴇ'𝑠　　𝗖𝗔𝗜𝗡𝗥𝗔 𝗠𝗘𝗟𝗢𝗥𝗔,　　𝑠𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑡　　:　　ʟᴀᴅʏ.

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[thingsfromthedirt]

Sierra Ferrell by Dana Trippe

[shadowfaed]

𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏: dawn court, the garden party

— for 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆

he'd lost count of exactly how many tarts he'd already shoved into his mouth, but kal knew for a fact that he'd cleared the trays of four different servers. each one seemingly more aggravated than the last, but they were too good to pass up. he'd even begun to feel full, though if given the chance he'd clear another—or as much as he could.

"what do you think are the chances they return to the kitchens and warn each other who to avoid?" he chuckled to the party guest beside him almost hoping that wasn't the case.

[nettlebit]

❥　　　#2.　　　her eyebrow has been up since she first spotted him in the full glory of his gluttony, but now it arches up impossibly farther.　"i think you would have been on that list regardless, dear kalis　----　your stomach has its own infamy."　she's delighted to deliver this information to him, and even gives him a pat on the back, as mocking as it is genuine.　"the dawn court has much to fear with you around, but perhaps they are forgiving. if not, i'll smuggle you a tart."　she would more likely throw it at him, but at least her aim is impeccable.

[nettlebit]

❦　　　　open　to　any　fae.　　　located :　at　the　garden　party.

oh, how she loves this.　the grandeur, the spectacle, the rose-scented bloom of blood in the air.　she's flush from it all, but she's grateful for the pink on her cheeks anyway.　that warm feeling lingers as she takes a turn around a discreet corner of the gardens.　sometimes there's so much in her head that she seeks solace in the quiet, but the echo becomes a piercing amplification instead.　not in the loveliness of the dawn court.　here, especially in the sanctuary of nature, her heart turns the same gentle hue as the air around her.　it allows for her gasp of surprise to be playful rather than sharp upon someone catching her in the act of reflection.　"and what say you? sneaking up on people on such a charming day?"

[verdominae]

" i must admit, this is quite . . . grander then i expected. " aurora murmured as she laced her arm with cainra's, finding comfort in her fellow spring fae's presence. " are we to really throw something so grand, when it is our turn? " she questioned, but not in distain ⸻ but fascination. childlike excitement at the idea of throwing a party, of planning one.

closed for @nettlebit, at the garden party.

[nettlebit]

❥　　　#1.　　　her eyes are alight　----　the scene before her fizzles like the best champagne. and the sweetness thickens with the weight of her high lady's arm, nestled into her side like daisies upon a tree trunk.　cainra's smile is as grand as the garden before them.　"oh, yes!"　cue a conspiratorial sway into her.　"naturally, ours will be even grander. the spring court must shine as brightly as its new high lady."　she can already imagine the flowers now, with aurora crowned amongst them.　the picture rearranges her present with a keener lens, but how can she fault the moment when it pleases her so?　"now the real test of a good party is the food　----　always."　as she steers, she imagines herself a wayward pirate captain, hair wild in the briny breeze of the seas, precious cargo in tow.　she's brazen as she charges their way through.

[nettlebit]

#　　𝚝𝚑𝚎　　1ᴺᵀᴿᴼ𝑑𝑢𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛.　❫,

❥જ⁀➴ 　　　And now the story begins.　　　Cainra　Melora 　was last seen embroiled over something at the base of a tree in The Sacred Grove.　　　With any luck, such mysteries will remain unsolved.

#1.　　　filin𝑔.

𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙 𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒　:　cainra melora　　　𝑎𝑔𝑒　:　four hundred & twenty-one years　　　𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑠　:　she/her　　　𝑠𝑒𝑥𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑦　:　homosexual　　　𝑟𝑜𝑙𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑡　:　lady of spring　　　𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑡𝑠　:　sprightly & recalcitrant　　　𝑎𝑒𝑠𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑠　:　pollen-stained skirts, the first laugh in a room of gloom, nettle biting flesh

#2.　　　smal𝑙 fact𝑠, bi𝑔 fact𝑠, i𝑛 betwee𝑛 fact𝑠.

born to be an only child. with a hundred years to separate them, having a brother spawn into her world only encouraged her selfish nature.

nicknamed "nettle" by a proud father, who often boasted of his daughter's hidden viciousness, exposed to anyone who got too close. she, too, is proud of her sting, especially to any who dare to try to devour her.

incredibly fun to talk to, if she likes you or is trying to suck up to you.

despite varying reports on her lack of purity (in the mind, body, soul, or all of the above), she has a special relationship with animals, from those in the dirt to the winged in the sky. horses, snakes, & ravens in particular.

extremely skilled archer. she carved the bow herself, from a beloved tree. it is engraved with beauty of all kinds, but flowers crawl over every grain of wood.

#3.　　　plo𝑡 hoo𝑘?

tba! once we marinate a bit <3

#4.　　　moodboar𝑑.

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[loumargi]

Anna and Elena Balbusso Hamlet, Power and Ambition in Shakespeare

[metamorphesque]

musings on Spring

— Rainer Maria Rilke, The Selected Poetry of Rainer Maria Rilke | Pablo Neruda (?) | Louise Glück, Vita Nova | Alberto Caeiro, The Collected Poems of Alberto Caeiro | Vladimir Nabokov, Mary | Etel Adnan, Jebu | Virginia Woolf, A Writer’s Diary | Bangtan Sonyeondan (방탄소년단), 봄날 (Spring Day) | Artwork by Claude Monet