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rainbowfic2015-07-12 11:31 pm
shadowsong26) wrote in rainbowfic2015-07-12 11:31 pm
French Grey #10, Rose #11
Name: shadowsong26
Story: Flowers
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: French Grey #10. All other things, our powers, our desires, our food, are all really necessary for our existence in the first instance. But this rose is an extra. Its smell and its colour are an embellishment of life, not a condition of it., Rose #11. The fragrance always remains in the hand that gives the rose.
Supplies and Materials: photography, miniature, frame, feathers
Word Count: 100
Rating: G
Characters: Dallu
Warnings: Nope
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
It isn't that there are no flowers here at home. There are; bright and beautiful ones, covering the tundra in summer.
But outside of the North, there are so many, and especially in the Islands--ah, the Islands, the home of my beloved, they have such a profusion in such a variety of colors, it's almost overwhelming at first.
I brought some back with us, dried and pressed roses and hibiscus, and hung them in our home. They're not quite as bright, and they've lost their scent, and they crumble to the touch, but they remain beautiful, and I love them.
Story: Flowers
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: French Grey #10. All other things, our powers, our desires, our food, are all really necessary for our existence in the first instance. But this rose is an extra. Its smell and its colour are an embellishment of life, not a condition of it., Rose #11. The fragrance always remains in the hand that gives the rose.
Supplies and Materials: photography, miniature, frame, feathers
Word Count: 100
Rating: G
Characters: Dallu
Warnings: Nope
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
It isn't that there are no flowers here at home. There are; bright and beautiful ones, covering the tundra in summer.
But outside of the North, there are so many, and especially in the Islands--ah, the Islands, the home of my beloved, they have such a profusion in such a variety of colors, it's almost overwhelming at first.
I brought some back with us, dried and pressed roses and hibiscus, and hung them in our home. They're not quite as bright, and they've lost their scent, and they crumble to the touch, but they remain beautiful, and I love them.
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