Rosa doesn't know how to be the perfect mother. She sometimes feels she neglects her children, even though she consistently provides for their needs and wants. Despite lacking the love she received from her own mother, she strives to avoid affecting her daughters. However, she sometimes displays nonchalance or emotional detachment, possibly due to alexithymia.
The triplets understand their mother's feelings, despite existing solely to comfort her. They are aware of her tragic past and often try to help with her responsibilities so she can rest or pursue her interests. However, she consistently refuses their help, insisting they enjoy their childhood.
sorry but why didn't you show the Dreamtale Triplets before? or did you just create them today? or did I get something wrong? i saw them on your youtube they look like queens
I did show them before.
No i didn't create them today, i created them a long time ago same with the Dreamswap Triplets.
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How the multiverse came to be. An entirely unknown branching of tangible events- timelines, if you would -interwoven and interconnected. Some of the oldest legends had always been passed by word of mouth, through soft stories by silver tongues beneath the starlight. There would be theories to where the possibilities stemmed from, how the chain of events had become so very varied and become fragmented, disunited.
Trees. Why did things so often circle back to trees? Be it the grasp for roots back into nature or simply based in the evolutionary theory of the branching of species, myths would return to trees. In a metaphysical sense, there were three definitive trees the multiverse depended upon: the Tree of Life, the Tree of Mana/Magic, and the Tree of Feelings. Both the former spirits- their guardians -had taken care to distance themselves from the simple life forms that so depended on them; the latter, on the other hand, wasn’t so cautious.
She was the youngest of the three, and despite the warnings of her sister spirits, had always found a fascination in mortals. They had simple lives, simple needs, simple desires… a simplicity she couldn’t help but crave. How she wished to join them, to interact directly, become a part of their story. Waiting was the difficult part, biding her time ever so carefully to root herself physically into the multiverse. There was a perfect world of her own creation, nothing special or particularly extravagant; it was never something grandiose that she wanted. The simplicity she so admired was directed into a quaint little fantasy world, a concept… a dream.
Dreamtale existed long before her presence rooted into it; she thought the name was quite fitting. For a time, everything was perfect to her; mortals were so amusing and engaging, and so very kind. Her routine and work stayed just the same, being a guardian, managing the flow of emotions with the tides of their balance. The tree she protected eventually bore the fruits of her labors as the multiverse stabilized and grew, blooming flowers that budded into both golden and black apples.
