Heliotropism

[LaffenOutLoud 355]

 

The light golden glow from the blue sky spread evenly across the lush field of sunflowers. The large, yellow heads were all coordinated in staring at the sun. The flowers moved and grew towards the sun, their lifetime spent in searching for more sun to sustain themselves. 

 

An elven figure lined in flower-wreath patterns was seen squatting in the field. He whispered to a small elven child who wore the larger elf’s bright, green eyes and his thick brown hair which the golden rays of sun lit up. Moments passed as an older wood elven women stood close, watching the pair peacefully. The little girl whimpered as she threw her small arms around her father’s slim figure, refusing to let go. He hushed her, and promised her one last thing, his mutters soft and caring, bouts of sniffling heard in his words.

The daughter slowly nodded to her father and would proceed to remember the promise for the rest of her life: That he would return to her one day, bringing her lost mother with him.

Their embrace ended and the father glanced over to the nearby aforementioned wood elven woman. Silence followed for several lingering moments as the woman began to walk off with the little girl, gently holding her hand. As they walked, the daughter kept her gaze locked behind her, facing her father for as long as she could, until they dissapeared within the forest. The elven man inhaled deeply, droplets of cloudy water streaming down his soft features. And so he spun around slowly, facing the direction the sunflowers faced. He squinted as the rays of sun entered his eyes, begining his journey into the open field, moving towards the direction of a sun. The forest right behind the flower field was heard rumbling as a wooden humanoid-creature stumbled out, following the elf. It reached it’s right arm down low, its large wooden, mossy hands gripping softly onto the elf’s much smaller hand which had to be raised up to be held.

 

And so he went off into the field, following the direction the flowers faced, the sun, and leaving the forest he once called home behind him. He would walk on and on, the voices of nature and the ent he brought with him never allowing him to feel lonely.

He wouldn’t stop soon, spending his life like the flowers, forever moving and constantly growing in the direction of the sun.



 

Spoiler

So this is my leaving-post. I’m quitting LoTC or at least taking a long break. I don’t know when I’ll be back, I have no problem with anyone nor the server, but this is much needed for me, and I’m hoping the break will eventually bring my drive to RP back. I love you all and thank you for being such a great time and giving me all these wonderful memories.

 

 

[FloralHedgehog 493]

A wee man felt a sudden absence of tiva wreaths. 

((Stay safe out there cowboy.)) 

[Starfelt 1437]

Rakai would frown lightly after hearing the news, he’d withdraw a sunflower and rose tiva he made, it was poorly constructed.. but he seemed happy with it. He’d offer it over to the small child, nodding his head to her. “I was supposed to give this to your father.. but I want you to have it in his absence.” He offered a gentle smile as he turned and moved back to his house in the grove.

((Thanks for teaching me Tiva man, stay safe and have fun.))

[sophiaa 778]

The tanned ‘ame woman walked with light footsteps, bells that hang from her antler headdress twinkling as they moved through the field of flowers. She delicately holds onto the mali’ child’s small hand, eventually pivoting and leaning over to swoop the child up into her arms as she began to grow tired along the walk back. A hand comfortingly ran up and down along her back as the Stag Princess hummed soft songs of her ancestors and of the Mani, allowing the child’s head to rest on her shoulder as her eyes, a few verses in, fluttered shut. 

[Oriaros 180]

Have fun Skylar! -Sora

 

The little girl stares back towards her father’s back as he’d leaves, wondering when he might return as her eyes slightly water. She’d glance back towards the mali’ame that’d took her hand, once feared the lady but soon learned to trust her as she allowed her to guide her off somewhere as her father went, unknowingly impossible, journey to find her mother and bring her back home.

[osumanduas 1442]

Moved to The Great Library. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.

 

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