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The River of Stars An un-finished Melody (Llora Soltée wandering at midnight. Artist: Unknown) Three months after The Grand Harvest. 129 SA When I was eight years I dreamt about visiting Almaris to explore the nation I was born in. The Principality of Celia’nor is a child with dreams to learn of their fashion, culture, and traditions. I drew many drawings of the stars. To see midnight thinking that there were more stars Than there were in Fiyern’talar. But all those hopes faded as I grew up, realizing I'd have complications fitting in with the rest of my race. I had little to learn how to speak "Formally" to other high elves, look and dress like them, and act formally. I spent all my young years exploring the fields, Horizons, and Forests. I read every book I received from the local salesman from overseas, Climbing up the trees to get a better view of the landscapes and to find any Lost idiots of mine, Curious exploring cousins Included. Despite that, With my hopes to visit the Principality of Celia'nor, I began to work on a melody to play for the citizen in the future. I named it: The River of Stars, however, I never fully finished the melody and now with the text and melody gone I feel as if I have to begin all over again, Perhaps even re-naming it.
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Llora sat by a wooden log, drinking some tea.
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Llora grinned at Tara's comment. "Oh you'll expect a lot of sandwiches, ne worries." (OOC: im out of edit tokens... )
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We got a current situation. this link will be brought back up
but in the mean time please stand by and wait until it's truly finished. Thank you
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The Islands of Vihai'lin; A Tennallar Tale
Cozy_Tea replied to Laeonathan's topic in Elven Realms & Culture
The 'aheral dressed in lavender blue, suspired forming a grin on her face. "Your homeland sounds very...calm and pleasing," Her grin soon faded away. turning around she wanders off. As she then saw a butterfly flying towards her, she extended her right palm gazing to the butterfly, "Melody from the sea, and those tales.." she scoffed a chuckled, the butterfly flew away and Llora continued forward. (The Butterfly landing on Llora's hand.) (OOC: I didn't know what to say.) -
If I hear one more time: "Llora Salty." expect a bonk in the head by the Llobrarian!! (this is a joke I laugh when u call her "salty" lol)
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Upon the library on the second floor stood the head-librarian reading a book, staring off at the large painting of Ivarielle as she leaned forward silently gazing at the portrait. "I'd never thought I would be speaking to a painting," she scoffed with a grin. "He spoke much of you, and it made me light an interest to know more regarding this nation... to know more about my Home," Llora conveyed, her smile vanishing as she lifted her head to glance at the starry canopy. "He's a great friend and was an incredible mentor, I hope I get the opportunity to tell him that the next time I see Him." She told, turning her head down and wandering out while persisting to read her book. (OOC: she doesn't know he disappeared.)
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( A reference art of Llora and her son Quildor, before everything went to chaos )
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I am currently looking for someone to play my persona's daughter. we have the skin and everything, we just need someone to play them. (Please)
Amaryllis Aurora Soltée Elvenguard. Currently: 6-7 years old. high elf. (female)
(this is old)
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More backstory.
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The Depressing Mali'aheral named Llora Soltée has many written stories she could remember and not mess up.
"I knew when I chose to move back to my birthplace that I would evolve, to be honest, and I knew that I would not be the same high elf I was when I arrived." She said, holding a few written old writings and an old journal, "This is my oldest journal that I wrote at the place I remained and grew up In." Llora conveyed.-
Llora read a few pages of her old journal and then took a quick look at the few writings she had. The mali'aheral put down those writings and the old journal away. "Most of these old stories are but simply Pitiful and raging expressions I shared." She exhaled, mumbling to herself afterward.
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"Yes I was very different from my family, and I had trouble befriending the same race as mine. Other young high elves would come and bully me for knowing too little of my culture and calling me an 'Uncultured Ibar." She shrugged.
"By the amount of bullying, I got I hid away from other oem'ii of my age." She added, placing her left hand up to her left shoulder. Letting out an exhausted suspire. "I had a little hideout inside the forest and spent my time there sketching, reading books, and singing by myself.." The mali'aheral let out a soft chuckle.
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The tired and depressed high elf sipped her morning tea with a weak grin, she was ready to start the day by moving all her things from her old house to her new one.
