mercifuldoctor
fragileseto
thisisntxcheckmate
de-laohu
The grip of the blustered wintertide had paused through it's efforts had caused the frosted breath to plunge the depths. Oriental coves that soon parted through the loving turn of ocean and soil. Flesh that made contact to the rushing vines and essence, that brought the very might of nature to a stilled transient peace. Ivory tress that twirled in a coated solar grandness, kimono sleeves that enveloped the very breeze with ongoing silken touch. Matron in all her form, mother to the sacred heavens and that of the mortal districts. For ever step she takes, does the budding emerald flora burst forth in their ever escaping gratitude and honour of this being. Soon to come across the bounties and pleasantries of unknown visitors. Intent to learn-- yet ever wary of danger upon the plane she swore guardianship towards.
"How loving the new faces flock. Is one in need of assistance?"