#rahna

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[petraevesplace]

Flower Language for Jugdral, Pt. 3

Tailtiu- Crocus: Cheerfulness, innocence, spirit of positivity, new beginnings, youthful, abuse not, the best days have passed us

Claud- Penstemon: Spiritual knowledge, inner strength, gentle courage, understanding, risks of the heart

Arvis- Wisteria: Serious devotion, inspiration, creative expansion, success, good luck especially for the start of a business or new marriage, welcome, wisdom gained from a long life, humility, reflection, endurance in the face of heartache, sadness, sacrifice

Eldigan- Daffodil: Regard, chivalry, respect, new beginnings, hope, memories, forgiveness, omen of misfortune

Rahna- White Jasmine: Motherhood, love, respect, beauty, hospitality, honor, warmth, sensitivity, gifted to leaders

Byron- Hawthorn: Protection, hope, longevity, faith, love, best wishes for others’ well-being, attract misfortune

Annand- White Camellia: Admiration, perfection, respect, care without romantic interest, devotion, death

Lombard- Black Hollyhock: Ambition, status, nobility, fruitfulness, powerful presence

Reptor- Muscari: Power, confidence, wisdom, disappointment, death

Aida- Rhododendron: Warning, danger, rarity, hard work, danger beneath beautiful outer appearances, used to indicate someone is making the wrong choice, temptation, caution, harbinger of adversity to come

[anime-end-cards]

Haitai Nanafa

Episode 2 end card by Watanabe Akio

[theoriginalladya]

@jedirangerpenguin - this is the part immediately preceding that last WIP ...

Setting: BAaT

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Vyrnnus leaves the issue two groups over, making a beeline for Rhys and his group.  Barely with time to peek at Rahna, who is clearly exhausted, and Alenko, whose concern is as great as his own, Rhys steps to the side, a move that draws the turian’s stern gaze immediately.  “Shepard,” he all but growls disdainfully, invading Rhys’ personal space.  It’s all he can do to stay where he is.  

Swallowing tightly, Rhys stares over his shoulder in the distance, a trick his father taught him when he was small.  “My fault, sir.”  Out of the corner of his eye, he can see Rahna visibly shaking, though whether that’s from the turian’s presence or the stress of the morning’s exercise, he cannot say.  

The sneer is a sound Rhys hopes he never gets used to.  He hasn’t met many turians other than the few that Conatix brought in to teach them. At this point, he hopes to never run into another as long as he lives.  But for the moment he holds his ground, stares straight ahead, and prays the commander simply forces him to skip a meal.

He does, thankfully.  While the others are sent off to eat, he’s kept locked in the classroom.  The moment the door shuts, Rhys drops to sit against the wall, covers his head with his hands and turns his focus to the breathing techniques the nurse in the infirmary suggested he try when the migraines come.  It won’t do any good in the long run, not really, but it might take the edge off for a while, perhaps help him get through until lunch.  If he’s lucky, Kaidan or Rahna will sneak something in for him.  If he’s not … well, it won’t be the first time he’s gone without.

Somehow, he makes it through the remainder of the day. At dinner that evening, it’s all he can do to grab his tray and stumble to the table he eats at.  His head aches beyond anything he’s ever suffered before, no doubt a combination of biotic usage and lack of food.  

“Drink this,” Kaidan murmurs, sliding into the seat next to Rhys and pacing a glass in his hand.  Rahna drops onto the bench across from him.

Rhys doesn’t question.  At this point, he can’t even tell what it is.  His taste buds have no power to transmit information due to the pain.  Rahna reaches over and sets a peeled orange on his tray, she adds softly, “Eat this, it’ll help.”  It’s all Rhys can do to not get sick all over the table.  

“You’ve got this,” Alenko adds.  “Get through this, we’ll get you back to the barracks then you can sleep it off.”

Dinner takes forever, and every bite he takes ends up a churning mass deep in his belly.  Finally, the meal ends and they are released to their quarters for the couple of hours before lights out.  Kaidan slides up to his right side, sliding an arm under his and offering physical support while Rahna runs interference ahead of them.  They enter their barracks room some minutes later.  For a room that houses a good dozen or so students, it’s suspiciously silent as they enter.  It takes Rhys a minute to figure out what’s going on.

“Who?” Meyer asks.

“Schaumburg.”

[turkcerapsblog]

Dinleyin gençler 💫

[princeyarthur]

like the bullets of a gun they drove my tears, and my feet to run the hell out of here

It’s May 14th and that means it’s annual fe4 anniversary Forsetifam pmv! Instead of doing Sety this year I switched things up a bit and did Levin, because I love him.

[lingering-sound]

merry @nagamas!

this is my present for a lovely anon! i also drew something for the velthomer brothers but as that didnt turn out so well, i didnt upload it (if you still wanna see it though, shoot me an ask or sth?)

so heres my attempt at rahna reading some silesian fairytales to smol levin :> im not the best artist and still trying out a lot of things, but a lot of work went into this, so i hope you will enjoy it anyway!

i do plan on editing this digitally eventually bc some things just cant be done traditionally, but that might have to wait until next year or so bc i just dont have the time rn and def wouldnt be able to make it until the deadline (even with an extension), sadly

anyway, happy holidays! ♪

[thexfilescully]

The Inheritance Cycle 13/?; Deities: Rahna, Honored Mother

Rahna was the mother Urgal goddess who, according to legend, raised the Urgals while fleeing a great dragon in the Beor Mountains. She was also known as “She of the Gilded Horns”, the “Honored Mother”, and “mother of us all”.  She is considered to be the inventor of weaving and farming