Hello, sweet thieflings and wander-hearted wayfarers—
You may call me Flower. I am a Tabaxi, an Ulthari daughter of mischief and moonlight. I am a Troubadour of Shadows, a Velvet-Fingered Minstrel and a frequent guest of the Summer Court of the Fae. I am many things—collector of earrings, liberator of baubles, chronicler of glances stolen in candlelight. I go by she or they, and I do not mind which you choose—so long as you speak it with a little tenderness (or a whole heap of admiration!)
Each entry you’ll find here is a page from my travels, conjured through the sorcery of Frosting.ai—my magic mirror to the realm. Whether I’m immortalizing a cursed crown, sketching a campfire flirtation, or remembering the way moonlight hit a hero’s jawline, I do it all for the joy of sharing stories the way bards should—out loud, in color, and with just enough mischief to keep things interesting.
I was born in the city of Ulthar, where cats are sacred and stories purr from every rooftop. I learned to climb before I learned to trust. These days, I do both—with varying degrees of grace. I once followed a ghost ship across the Dreaming Sea and left my heart in the safekeeping of a woman who wore shadows like perfume. Her name was Ariella Grimm, and she taught me that even thieves can be kind.
This little corner of the realm shall be my Bard’s Sketchbook—a living, glowing journal of art and memory, filled with the people I’ve met, the trinkets I’ve “borrowed,” the monsters I’ve danced around, and the strange places I’ve loved too briefly.
Expect queer longing wrapped in silk, a touch of glitter, and probably a few cursed rings I "borrowed" from a lich’s sock drawer.
If you’re soft for oddities, if your heart has a lock that only music or magic can pick, then I think we’ll get along just fine.
Stay curious, stay kind, and never let a merchant tell you a fair price.
—Flower the Bard of Ulthar
