#elaera

[urbabe]

Eu estou em constante mudança. As vezes eu diria que sou a mudança. Não curto rotina, o mesmo de sempre me deixa entediada. Sou muito simples: ou você curte a mudança comigo ou fica pra trás. Não por que quero te deixar pra trás, mas por que mudar faz parte da minha natureza.

Ela era todas as estações.

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Elvarav'ahn, Part I

: a complex question.

Melarue belongs to @justanartsysideblog , set in @feynites LG au.

Melarue is an interesting manager.

There is no doubt they are a good one, and Elaera would have no trouble arguing that fact to any who would challenge it.

That is not what makes them intriguing, though.

Elaera has known them for quite some time now, and yet she isn’t sure she could say with confidence that she really knows them at all.

When she was younger, she spent more than a few nights pondering why. Why did she not know them, if she had known them for so long?

Now she is older, and thinks she has a piece of the answer to the mystery.

Because while Elaera is not so cunning, or so shrewd, that does not mean she does see, or hear. Elaera is pensive, introspective.

She remembers what she learns, and reflects. Ruminates until she has an answer, or determines she will not find one. Contemplation is a skill she has always been gifted in, and the older she gets, the more valuable she finds this skill.

People underestimate her. They mistake her wandering mind for inattention, and let themselves speak of things they otherwise wouldn’t in the presence of a pleasure worker.

People often forget who trained her in the first place; who spent years helping Elaera cultivate this skill of hers. Perhaps it is because she is not as ambitious as some of her fellow students, or because there is a solemn quality to her she has never truly been able to completely disguise.

Nevertheless, the surprise of people’s faces when they are reminded of this fact is a constant source of amusement for her. In her youth, the shock had offended her on some level, but she has long since discovered the value in being overlooked.

If one had asked her at one hundred if she was a spy, she would’ve given an adamant rejection of such a notion, and it would’ve been true.

If one asked her now, her reaction would be largely the same, and yet very much less true, because.. well.

It must first be understood that she has never loved Arlathan, or it’s principles. Has never been able to see into the illusion of its grandeur and actually believe it to be true, as so many seemed to. Can never hear of past victories and not see the shattered spirits and lifeless bodies the battles left behind.

In this way, she thinks she may be similar to Melarue, because she cannot fathom how a spirit of Cunning could have ever been fooled by the mask of glory Elvhenan wears.

So when this mysterious manager of hers seeks information in not nearly so many words, Elaera gives it freely, with no desire for material wealth in return.

After all, the kind of information someone wants can be just as telling as the answers themselves, and that is a payment of a kind far more fascinating to her than any other.

This is the first piece.

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You ever sit down to draw something, blink, and realise you’ve drawn someone else completely? 

Was going to draw Saeris and ended up with Elaera instead! *shrugs*. No freckles this time, but that’s normal. The freckles come and go, depending on whether or not it’s an acceptable fashion deviance. 

Tagging @justanartsysideblog just..because. And because I may be working on another little short with my favourite pleasure district manager. 

;)

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Telasilaima

: To not be able to forget. 

I’ve been turning this idea around in my head for a little while, and I finally was able to actually write it! It’s pretty short, but I like it nonetheless. 

Featuring @justanartsysideblog ‘s Melarue, because all my best ideas seem to include their characters?? #notcomplaining.

Tagging @feynites because... Melarue. 

Solemnity has known Cunning for a long time.

They are one of the first few spirits they meet, after being ushered into creation by a very lonely man, Necessity giving Solemnity it’s nature and name.

The encounter is brief; What would a spirit like Cunning want with a passive creature like Solemnity? But it parts with advice, advice that Solemnity remembers for a very long time.

“Stay in the dreaming,” They had warned, a quality to their town that the young spirit had been unable to process, at first.

“Stay in the dreaming, where you may yet survive.”

And they do. Solemnity spends a long time in the timeless dreaming. Learning, exploring, and existing. Where they meet spirits of both similar natures, and those who are almost unbelievably different.

And it reflects. Reflects on what is has learned, who it has met, where it has been.

That is after all, it’s nature.

And then Cunning takes a body, and Solemnity ponders.

Thinks of the advice they had given, so long ago. Contemplates why, if they had been so against Solemnity leaving the dreaming, all that time ago.

Solemnity wonders, and wanders.

The anomaly becomes the centre of their introspections, until spirits of Inquiry and Curiosity begin to curl around them, and Solemnity fears they are losing their nature.

They draw away from such thoughts, but they do not forget.

They do not forget, when death sweeps across the dreaming and Knowledge whispers, “The Nameless,” Its form quiet and almost remorseful, “Enemies of Arlathan.”

They do not forget, when they see Arlathan for the first time, and can only remember the impressions of the blood-soaked fields outside of the sparkling city.

They do not forget, when one of the elvhen leaders looks for spirits to fill bodies, and Solemnity takes the place of the young Nobility, who has only just been born and is still so very fragile.

She remembers, when she is no longer Solemnity. When she is Elaera, instead.

She remembers, when she is naught but sixty years into this new body, and being ushered into the pleasure district to meet who will soon be her manager.

And Elaera recognises them the moment she sees them, because they are Cunning, but.. not. The same way she is Solemnity, but not truly- not anymore.

Then they are alone, and for all her time spent wondering, and contemplating, and thinking, Elaera does not know what to say. Has never been good at voicing the circling thoughts always spiralling in her mind.

Cannot fathom how she will ever succeed in a profession that requires such verbal skill.

Melarue gives her a look then, a look that she will not really comprehend until later in the night, before gesturing beyond themselves.

“Come,” They say, and the moment is passed between them, so quick Elaera is not sure if she has not simply imagined it all, “Let’s see you settled in, yes?”

It is not until later, when she is lying in her little room on her little bed, with sleep mocking in its ability to avoid her, that she thinks she understands.

‘You should never have left the dreaming.’

Elaera thinks she may yet come to agree.

[urbabe]

Ela não tinha só alma de pipa avoada. Tinha alma de menina sorridente. Sorvete em dia de sol quente. Era aquele tipo de pessoa que a gente quer ter pra sempre.

Ela era primavera

[urbabe]

E suas folhas caíram, mas sabia que aquilo fazia parte da estação. Logo ela estaria florida de novo.

Ela era outono.

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Word Aesthetic

bold any which apply to your muse. italicize what they like. remember to repost & not reblog. feel free to add to the list.

Tagged by the awesome @justanartsysideblog

Saeris Lavellan

fire. ice. water. air. earth. claws. fangs. wings. scales. gold. diamonds. grass. leaves. trees. roses. metal. iron. rust. rain. hail. snow. lava. fog. sky. clouds. storms. swamp. flowers. silk. leather. cotton. ribbons. bells. sun. moon. stars. blood. dirt. mud. porcelain. silver. steel. sugar. salt. fragrance. lilac. lily. glass. wood. window. paper. wool. fur. smoke. ash. ocean. sail. bruise. scar. wind. spices. light. dark. dawn. dusk. shadow. paint. charcoal. kettle. wine. hard liquor. sweat. dust. bare feet. canine. feline. coffee. tea. books. scratches. burns. split lip. split knuckles. petals. thorns. hay. glitter. heat. cold. steam. frost. candle. coin. sword. dagger. spear. fists. axe. staff. arrow. trident. hammer. shield. spikes. sand. rocks. roots. feathers. crystals. pearls. rubies. sapphires. emeralds. amethysts. herbs. shells. waves. lightning. thunder. sunlight. moonlight. clay. stone. brick. lions. bears. wolves. tigers. coeurls. jaguars. horses. dragons. eagle. hart. falcon. bluebird. raven. butterflies. fruit. honey. meat. poison. medicine. bones. ink. dance. prayer. tower. key. lock. spring. summer. autumn. winter.

Elaera

fire. ice. water. air. earth. claws. fangs. wings. scales. gold. diamonds. grass. leaves. trees. roses. metal. iron. rust. rain. hail. snow. lava. fog. sky. clouds. storms. swamp. flowers. silk. leather. cotton. ribbons. bells. sun. moon. stars. blood. dirt. mud. porcelain. silver. steel. sugar. salt. fragrance. lilac. lily. glass. wood. window. paper. wool. fur. smoke. ash. ocean. sail. bruise. scar. wind. spices. light. dark. dawn. dusk. shadow. paint. charcoal. kettle. wine. hard liquor. sweat. dust. bare feet. canine. feline. coffee. tea. books. scratches. burns. split lip. split knuckles. petals. thorns. hay. glitter. heat. cold. steam. frost. candle. coin. sword. dagger. spear. fists. axe. staff. arrow. trident. hammer. shield. spikes. sand. rocks. roots. feathers. crystals. pearls. rubies. sapphires. emeralds. amethysts. herbs. shells. waves. lightning. thunder. sunlight. moonlight. clay. stone. brick. lions. bears. wolves. tigers. coeurls. jaguars. horses. dragons. eagle. hart. falcon. bluebird. raven. butterflies. fruit. honey. meat. poison. medicine. bones. ink. dance. prayer. tower. key. lock. spring. summer. autumn. winter.

[urbabe]

Ela sabia que o ano era novo, mas que a mudança tinha que vir dela.

Ela era primavera