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wishmadeinfire) wrote in
paradisa2013-04-07 09:29 pm
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Spring Flowers Need a Little Help [ action ]
[ The saying was that 'April showers bring May flowers', but for Ashura that was taking a bit to long. So, he thought he might help it along a little. And he had promised Galadriel that he would show her flowers from his world, plants. Well, why not get a start on it before his promise entirely slipped his mind? And better to get a jump on decorating the rooms before Felix could rightly protest.
So, dressed in a robe of green, gold, and pink, the patterns that of swirling blossoms and growing trees, Ashura made his way through the lobby of the Castle with a large basket balanced on his hip, bright flowers poking their heads out over the rim and leaving not a few petals behind in his wake - a trail of petals rather than gingerbread crumbs. A portion would go into his chambers, and another portion would go out into the gardens. Certainly it was kept up by some unseen force, but it was nice, taking a small plot for himself to nurture, a left over from his mother, a way to honor her.
After stopping in his rooms to deposit the flowers he planned to arrange there, he gathered the basket and headed outside to the gardens, finding a clear space to claim. He settled, wishing up the tools of a gardener, arranging the earth with bright flowers the glittered like flame - white, yellow, orange, red, humming to himself as he went about his work, enjoying the chance to not freeze and spend time in sunshine that warmed instead of giving brittle effort. ]
[ooc: catch him walking through the castle halls with his basket of flowers our outside gardening! ]
So, dressed in a robe of green, gold, and pink, the patterns that of swirling blossoms and growing trees, Ashura made his way through the lobby of the Castle with a large basket balanced on his hip, bright flowers poking their heads out over the rim and leaving not a few petals behind in his wake - a trail of petals rather than gingerbread crumbs. A portion would go into his chambers, and another portion would go out into the gardens. Certainly it was kept up by some unseen force, but it was nice, taking a small plot for himself to nurture, a left over from his mother, a way to honor her.
After stopping in his rooms to deposit the flowers he planned to arrange there, he gathered the basket and headed outside to the gardens, finding a clear space to claim. He settled, wishing up the tools of a gardener, arranging the earth with bright flowers the glittered like flame - white, yellow, orange, red, humming to himself as he went about his work, enjoying the chance to not freeze and spend time in sunshine that warmed instead of giving brittle effort. ]
[ooc: catch him walking through the castle halls with his basket of flowers our outside gardening! ]

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[ He smiled at him, picking up another deep red one, tracing a petal with his fingers. ]
I wish I could bring fire-flowers, but they are only on trees. So these shall do.
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[In which case, Legolas might be willing to wish for it for him. Someone had to be in proper shape to plant and care of it.]
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[ He paused in his planting. ]
But I do miss them, the fire flowers. They bloomed at night, and the edges, in the moonlight? They glow, like tiny campfires up in the trees.
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I hope that it's possible. It would be a beautiful addition.
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[ He continued with is planting. ]
Legend, in my world, says the fire flowers are the tears of a phoenix that once protected my people from a wolf that prowled the skies.
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Phoenix? I've never heard that word before.
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[ His hands paused a moment, and then he shook his head and continued with his work. ]
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[He gave the other a smile and gently piled dirt around the flower he'd planted, making sure it wouldn't be washed away by rain.]
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[ He looked at him curiously, the sun setting his jewels to sparking like little drops of colored fire. ]
(forgive me if my details are skewed it's been awhile since I read the tale haha)
And yet he succeeded with Luthien. In bringing it back though, it was swallowed by a beast and when they recounted the tale to her fathers heart softened, approving of their marriage. The beast had swallowed it and it made him go mad, sacking Doriath. Beren hunted it down and was slain. In his dying moments, he handed the treasure to Thingol and passed beyond this world. In her grief, Luthien died and passed to the Halls of Mandos.
She sang of her fate and that of Beren's, who she would never again see. It moved Mandos to pity and he restored them both to life but Luthien would live as a mortal then, with Beren. And together they lived out their lives.
It's okay, I'm not up on LoTR book-verse anyways, lol
Very much like a phoenix indeed. For a minute I worried it would be a sad tale you tried to tell me on such a lovely day.
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Oh no, I wouldn't spoil the day with a tale of woe.
Everything I know I know from Beth, lol
[ His mouth quirked with quiet laughter. ]
XD Beth knows a LOT and it's awesome
[And, in turn, Legolas grins and playfully flicks a small piece of dirt his way.]
Indeed, lol
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Now that... is cheating, I think. [He laughs after, at least.]
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Well, that is just one elf's opinion ~
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I see no one else here who would give it.
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[ He pressed his fingers to his lips and blew him a kiss, fire floating off his fingers and towards Legolas, as if to touch his cheek, though it dissipated before that. ]
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Alright then, it was very sneaky.
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[ He beamed and then smacked his hands against his thighs to clear them of dirt. ]
I think this day's work deserves a drink, do you not?
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