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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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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.
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A squeak of a miserable elf could be heard after hearing about this. ”Why-”
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A Soltée's background.
...The Shattered Soltée Talonnii...
It all began in the silver states of Healun'or and grew further throughout the years. They served their nobility and loyalty to the other nobles and the Royals, Joining the military and providing assistance...Sadly their Lineage wasn't shed with light to move on, with the loss of their fallen members...their Talonnii vanished back into the forgotten shadow...
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But after a few years, a new generation was shown one small spark of hope.
Lumacith Caliste Soltée and Lúthien Melodiya Nightingale.
two non-familiar Aheral Brought forth the new member of the Soltée Talonnii.
However, their joyous emotions changed after realizing this Soltée was not a Healun'orian.
A celia'norian.
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the Head of the Talonnii: Octovewl Raelio Soltée. Then announced a meeting with the last few members of their Family stating his final decision."This one shall stay in the Family, it does not matter if she is not a Healun'orian." Not many of the members were fond of this decision, but to no avail they all accepted it.
...The first Celia'norian Soltée Bloodline...
Llora Ibar Nightingale Soltée.
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"I tried so many things when growing up I attempted dancing, painting, musical performance, Delivery, Combat Training... But to no avail, my Family showed no eye of interest or impressed by the things I did." The Aheral suspired, raising her left hand and beginning to fidget her hair thinking about the past in nervousness.
"I was their puppet, I did everything I was told to do and followed every step of being 'formal'." She muttered. shaking her head as she lowered her hand back down to the dinner table."But the past is to remain behind, the future is what I'll wait and see to arrive, for now...Im holding on to the present." - "I may still be slow but I am learning more about my race and culture, and I've improved. I only beg the fallen nowhere stars that my ancestors appreciate what I've done so far." She added, raising her head while lifting up her right hand placing it down her chin, and gazing out to the window.
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A light sigh would be heard as the Aheral read the letter,”Im honored and happy for these two…But why is it so hard to spell my last name??”She sniffled before letting out a chuckle.”Alright i’ll bite, i need a good outfit for this event. Perhaps a good gift for the lovely couple.”She smiled as she began to search around her house for something.
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The silvery hair elfess would be a tad stunned before raising her wrist and waving to the friendly gentleman. "W-why I thank you.." She expressed. The elfess would raise her hands waving them with an akward grin. "Ah- I uh... i ought to see myself a map." She'd say, before acknowledging that she had no finances to acquire one. "Ah! p-please forgive me, but i must take my leave," she spoke. passing through the friendly gentleman and wandering into the market.
