#mlecze

[kafel88]

[ludzkareka]

zieleń miejska/ wejherowo PKS 2018

[yellowmanula]

O słonecznej godzinie, budzącej skojarzenia z iskrzącym się rydwanem boga Ra; do mojego koszyczka wpadły krocie jakże zwyczajnego mlecza. A z niego zaś, tego pogardzanego, przydrożnego chwastu, stworzę czarowny i boski płyn, tętniący zapowiedzią lata... Niczym mitologiczna Kora przybrana w kwiaty i żółć sączącą się na palcach, przedzierałam się przez kaniowe łąki w poszukiwaniu wesołych lwich paszczek, owej niedocenianej już współcześnie rośliny lekarskiej. Z radości jątrzyły mi się trzewia, że ten złoty napój przeleję wkrótce do butelek i ślicznie go przy tym sfotografuję.

[iithildim]

@mlecze​  asked:   ❛ what’s a life threatening quest without a bit of music? ❜ (  MEDIEVAL  |  ACCEPTING  )

⧼ ☾✦ ⸻  She had not expected to be accompanied by anyone, especially not The Bard Of Lies. She was all talk when she told her father that she would give him a great song to strike the fear of elven kin in mortal kind alike after she figured out who he actually was, it was her giving false promises to the Elders. Although she would never show such gratitude towards the humbled bard but she was grateful for him and his courage. Only a small amount of others would show such kindness to them, still that doesn’t change the fact she wished he would just piss off.  ❝ Are all you mortal bards, like this  ...  ❞  She hummed at him as she lowered her body to the ground, her fingertips gracing the Earth gently, as she lifted a hand full to smell, her hues found themselves fixated on the dirt.  ❝  Flamboyant  ?   ❞  She finished her question, as her darkened orbs looked up to the bard, as if she snapped back into reality with her stare like daggers.  She wiped her hands clean from the soil as she stood to her full stance. The forest they found themselves in, there was nothing living   ...   Why was it always so hard to find luscious and filling nature ? It was as if she had a curse upon her. 

                 ❝    ⸻    AS  MUCH  AS  I  ENJOY  MUSIC.  ❞   

Her attention went fully onto the male, her eyes never giving anything away   ...   The dark sorrows she hidden will forever stay hid. There was no need for a mortal to pity her.   ❝  There is no need for it, there is no need to celebrate a dying breed. This adventure you deemed yourself on, is an adventure for the dead. We either get caught or we wait until we get caught.  ❞  She wanted the best for her species. However, with the lack of trust she held deeply and her shoulder aching with the marks of man, she lacked the hope the other elven had.        ⧽

[iithildim]

⧼ ☾✦ ⸻ The cloak covered the point of her ears, she stood outside the town. Her nerves would get the better of her, she heard the rumours of  Nilfgaard being some sort of a sanctuary for the elven kin. However, her heart refused to trust any help from the humans. Even if her kind were being looked after, all she knew that anything that have mortals involved, can turn into dust in a blink of an eye. Her fingertips dangled in the only fancy thing she wore, the green leaf necklace her father had given her when she was mere child. She had to decide if she would risk walking through this town and being spotted or turn back and starve in the forest. She thought she would share her songs for mere coin to get by, but her pride was too strong   ...   She would not entertain them for their currency. Besides humans enjoyed tales of lies filled in their beautiful ballads, she refused to censor herself to make them look like the heroic beings they constantly desire to be.  The only simple wish she had if she does enter this area, was a warm bath she cannot even remember the smoothing water of heat touching her bare bosom or the droplets of waterdrops that dripped from her hair. However, she could still feel the cold of that river that felt like knives digging into her skin. She shook her head and made a decision, she lowered her head and began to walk inside a danger zone   ...   She will take the risk and she will conquer her greatest fears. It did not take long for her to get distracted, as she stopped in the middle of the street, as she slightly sunk into the wet mud that was below her feet. Her head lifted up to see the brunet, his eyes were the brightest of blues. She had no idea why this mortal would truly catch her attention. Her eyebrows knitted, as her head titled as her eyes examined the male, as if he was something so rare, yet he wasn’t mortals bred like raging rabbits. Her eyes fell onto his lute and a groan escaped from her lips.  ❝  A damn bard.  ❞ The curse left her lips before she could even stop herself, as a scoff of laughter followed afterwards. She understand now why he caught her attention. That laughter soon stopped, she had seen that lute before.    ...   Filavandre’s lute. Her thoughts betrayed her body, as she began to rush towards the bard with the blue eyes. In her mind she was cursing herself, as her hands gripped onto the neck of the lute as soon as she got close enough. ❝  Where did you get this ?  ❞ Her voice came out more harsher than she expected, her eyes refusing to leave the lute, she had not seen this in many years, but she wouldn’t, she couldn’t mistake it, it was from the elven community. ⧽

@mlecze​  |  (  starter  )

[ludzkareka]

zieleń w mieście/ wejherowo 2018

[livrocat]

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[sweetmadwomman-blog]

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