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bellanxctem:

    What business did a daughter of Elric had to be walking down the streets with such a crowd? She certainly couldn’t be here for the festival. Other than the ever curious Orpheus, the sons and daughters of Elric that had affiliated with him had shown no interest in human festivities. The crowd would then assume that whatever her motivation was, it was best if they had nothing to do with it and thus would try to ignore her. At least, Luna was counting on this.

    Which is why when she caught the stare of a young, lavender haired girl she was quite surprised. More shocking was the flower she held in one hand as it seemed to embrace her arm and sprout new flowers. She was a human magic user, and a cute one too.

    Humans had always drawn her curiosity, but all the bad and the things her father told her about them always scratched them off as inferior beings not worth the time. Even those that wielded magic were either too busy licking her fathers feet or spouting empty threats to her and her family. She hadn’t had the chance to properly interact with one. But this one looked her with something else than contempt. For a brief instance, she could feel her cheeks warming up as a faint shade of red colored them.

    Curiosity now picked, she decided to approach the girl, eyes focusing on the now ever blooming flower.

    “You know some lovely magic…”

    Irises of a dreary grey shade widen. Across the spacious gap in the village, where she stood guard by the flower stand, her line of sight of acknowledged and, now, shared. Immediately, Milae tucked at the end of her hair, tugging with slight force to keep herself at bay. ‘S-She saw-- no she, SEES me! And I see her!’ As well, the reading on today’s forecast was slightly chill with clear skies, yet, it doesn’t take the narrator needing to point out the obvious-- 

      While dandelions embraced the cool air, harmlessly flowing against the wind, Milae then gripped her elbow. ‘Oh, she’s approaching me.’ Taking a soft breath, and placing down the flower in question, fearing that the shopkeeper was already glaring her way, Milae braces. 

     First and foremost, interacting with others throughout her five years in Glaedreon had been “touchy,” for the most part. Regardless of the many species, most of the herbivores she has grown familiar with, it was of the many ‘larger’ species like dragons and phoenixes that she wasn’t all too aware of. With their forms adapting fitting that of a normal human to the naked eye, it wasn’t an inquiry she was even considering at this point. To her, she was indiscriminate if no harm if came towards her pestering territorial side.  

     Asides from what, how can one tell the difference between one who is truly man or with a monster underneath their skin? And, who’s to say one who is human is merely not a monster at all--?

   “I do?” Milae clears her throat and glanced back and forth from her dandelions to the stranger. “Oh, thank you. It’s really nothing, just simple magic.”

     “--Are you enjoying the festival?” Milae presented the question with a flutter in her chest, but, her gaze was returning to the stranger, calmer than before.

dandelion hearted

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dandelion hearted

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    It was impolite to glance and she should know better. Had Milae even witnessed someone giving her a stare, or even a longer than usual glance, she would’ve felt her nerves spike. She would’ve dashed off without further hesitation than to avoid herself in reveling on some mismanaged anger. However, the moment a short-haired stranger had passed by, practically skeptical of the crowd around her at the festival, Milae doubted how rigidly she followed her code. 

    As her index finger curled around the stem of a recently plucked flower from a stand, vein-like roots were already growing up her arm. Already, just from the gaze, puffs of dandelions were sprouting out from the extending roots. However, for how much was coming out from the newly acquired plant, that much didn’t hit her in realization.

      Fresh on her cheeks was a warm blush as she was gentle in touching her own hair, noticing how short the stranger’s was! Even the shade of her hair was something rather lovely (compared to her own dark lavender shade)! 

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Choose you >w<

Send me “Choose You” and I’ll come up with a group of SIX [6] Pokemon that I believe will fit your muse! / not accepting / askbox.

Hey there, scalie Thaddeus! Let’s see what type of team I can cook up for you. I hope it’s cool enough for you. I am scaling the team a bit as if Glaedreon was a Pokemon region. And well, he is responsible for the Order, so, the Pokemon are a bit more “beefy.”

Alolan Sandslash is easily one of the beefier/stronger Ice types available in terms of Pokemon. Ice-types, generally, are the rarest to find since they’re so limited but, they can hold quite a punch! A natural choice for the lovely leader of the Order! However, with the natural form of the Alolan Sandslash can use the back icicles as weapons, I thought it fit Thaddeus’ fighting style wonderfully as a call back to it. 

Froslass, a personal favorite of mine! As an ice/ghost typing, and the usual mythos behind the Pokemon, having her on Thaddeus’ team can make cover easily (as they can make blizzards and heavy snow). She can be one of the few counters towards Thaddeus’ bad habits in heavy drinking and drug usage. Maybe she can’t exactly freeze this Dragon, but, her chilly breath may phase him off whatever he’s doing. ( To note: this Pokemon is said to be a spirit of a deceased woman; take what you will with this but, personal HC that Froslass can be Thaddeus’ mother if she did pass away after abandoning her nest ). 

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Honestly? I just personally like this Pokemon for Thaddeus. The typing matches well with Thaddeus’ other element control (water). As well Thaddeus’ described draconic form reminded me of Golden/Seaking (koi pattern) and this Pokemon (serpent body). Sadly, there aren’t really any antlered water/ice Pokemon and, per my challenge, no dragon types for the dragon folks. Milotic can naturally calm down the violent hearts of many and I think Thaddeus Ice needs it, imo.  

Aurorus falls under the same branch of “personal preference.” This one may not do as well with Thaddeus’ behavior as they’re more on the docile/quiet side. However, I think Thaddeus may find some company with a fossil Pokemon that people just want to get their hands on for experiments and what not. 

A Banette, one of the few Pokemon I can see being picked up by Thaddeus. While they’re a bit on the creepy end, this type of Pokemon is one created out of human-influence (mainly toys abandoned by children). Maybe the man has some pity to take in the Banette and has this presumably cursed doll running around with him! 

Mareanie, another of the smalls in Thaddeus’ team! Small, toxic, and awkward, this Pokemon would be a nice comparison to Alolan Sandslash with their natural poison defense. They will be the type that wouldn’t much bother by Thaddeus’ habit since they to do their own thing. Thaddeus might accidentally get poisoned if they try to pet them! Mareanies can get easily spooked.

Wishiwashi is small but, can hold quite a punch! School form of Wishiwashi is something to be feared in Thaddeus’ team. really, it would be hilarious for him to be in his dragon form, hanging out with one [1] tiny fish. Anyways, the Pokemon usually looks like they’re in a constant state of crying and are really cute... 

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a most merry of fights.

   Perhaps being camped with a inn full of dastardly men and women, regardless of species, was far too overwhelming for the brimming thoughts of isolation Milae had adapted to. After storming a ruckus from the inn, leaving through a window without second thought, the human could’ve been found wandering in the depths of the forest. 

   To much of the finder’s surprise, a mistletoe could be found caught in her hands-- her long, long claws, to be precise. With her back turned towards the stranger, Milae was picking at a small bed of weeds with the tips of her claws, slowly digging into the ground. Much to her displeasure, she couldn’t find where she last stashed some preserved flesh. As she turned around, a heavy red-eyed scold was gifted to her finder. 

       While her eyes were targeting the stranger, her other hand kept in aimless picking at the mistletoe around her claws.

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offering }

   Constructed pillars and buildings were surely becoming a hindrance to the Host’s mood as of lately. Pestering herself to retain her socialization before the long drawing winter months, where she’d most likely have to force herself into a shelter with others, became a process of pain for her. Better now than later to handle on taking large crowds and returning to acquainting with tight and cramped spaces. Despite it being her fifth year in Glaedreon, something she had calculated with the help of Pryrina, keeping three of the thirteen months into heavy human interaction was still an experience that never boded too well with her.

   The excuse of conversing and mingling with the souls of those she would rather take far from strides from was simply this: The Riese Festival. At the helm of the celebration was the deity of death herself, Rie, guided by the third moon overhead. With the harvest season being now, it hadn’t surprised Milae on how the season of dying itself, with dead leaves scattered and flowers closing, and the entity of death aligned. At the rate of her nerves easily prickled, enjoying the bombastic noises and gleeful feasting wasn’t something that would’ve stomached well. However, it was still a fragment of Glaedreon’s culture that she simply couldn’t ignore at this rate. Freedom and drink would’ve sufficed her for quite a bit before the inevitable.

     And now, the young human was guided by the same third moon that reigned supreme at this interval of the year. Closing in near the early hours that back in her world was considered the “witching hour,” Milae approached the shrine of the Goddess. With only the licks of flames from the high-raised lanterns hanging by chains at the top of either side of the shrine’s entry, her eyes glossed over the vicinity. 

    Wicker baskets of locally raised vegetables she could already tell without getting a far better look as the words came to her, “Tomatoes, corn, yams, squash..” Hand-woven crafts of effigies for the Goddess from wood placed together, to hand-knitted goods and embroidery were among the others in her sight. However, it was noticeable that grander offerings of wealth from jewelry that probably that was possibly a woman’s only heirloom, with drops of coins and golden and silver chains, were only within reach of a thief’s hands-- 

   Greeted by the lop-sided white bear on the staircase, gazing its gleaming black eyes at her, Milae rubbed her clammy hands together and took a soft breath. She glanced away and observed her surrounding, noticing the lack of presence around, Milae finally smiled. Her hands searched into the right pocket of her goat, feeling past the corn seeds and breadcrumbs.. “Other one,” she reminded herself with a grumble. She searched through her left pocket, past her cell phone and wallet, and to then a folded paper...

    Holding forward the paper towards the statue of the deity who dared remain still and eternal in their possible passiveness in the impending war, Milae casted her eyes upward. To her who may not reply, who may not even hear her, she was more than a perfect choice for a conversation partner. 

     “I’m not that well acquainted with gods, but, I came to know one in a matter of moments that ruined me. I’m not keen on how this works--” She bit her tongue. She did just tell a statue that she wasn’t a particular fan of their kind. “I’m not a person from your world, as much as that’s obvious from my accent. I’m not someone who really believes.”        “And I know they say give the best what you can, but, this..” Her fingers trace against the wrinkled ends of the paper and she looks back to it. She gently unfolds it and holds it up to the stoned enigma. “It’s just a photo of two mortals from a world you never care to know for it isn’t your own.” 

    Situated in the photograph had been a soft-stricken gaze of an average height man standing in awe of a slightly shorter woman who could reach his the height of his nose. Her head was dipped and his head was lifted. Though distanced, with two steps between the two, they embraced another’s company in their held hands. Strikingly different were their apparel as he was dressed in a tuxedo and she wore a shirofuku. Speckles of perfectly combed black bangs were visible under her white headdress. For his hair, it had been pulled back with yet it was near impossible to tame the brown curls resting on his head. And in that idyllic moment, on the top of the bridge overlooking a small pond with the shrine nearby, a couple embraced the future they were bounded for. 

      “But, they are,” she turned her cheek and coughed, “were my parents.” Again, her gaze met one who couldn’t embrace the mournful gaze that was in her eyes, the glistening remorse in her oak irises. “They came for near different ‘worlds’ from where I am from and fell in love and kept in love. They overcame the disaster that their daughter made and tried..” 

    “This is one of the last things my father gave to me when I told him about my dreams of marrying someone. Now that I think back on it, he probably gave it to me out of guilt that he wouldn’t hear wedding bells at his daughter’s wedding. But, it is one of the best things I could have left from being Miyana.”

    Milae knelt before the staircase on both knees and flattened the wrinkles with her thumbs gliding over each crease. She turned it over, glossing at the written kanji reading from right to left.  The woman opened her lips and recited:

“To the goddess who may not know me, 

I wish I could look at someone like he did. Someone who can open my eyes to something new, to a new choice for the future. I do not need to be changed, to be absolved for the burden I bear. That is only for me to carry. Yet, in my dreams, I want to find resolve for my heart. Love, family.. I’m not sure, but, give me that chance. 

Thank you, 

Miyana.

   And only then was the only presence of Milae left behind at the altar’s staircase was the worn photograph from a lifetime ago. 

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Choose you! Heh!

Send me “Choose You” and I’ll come up with a group of SIX [6] Pokemon that I believe will fit your muse! / accepting / askbox. 

    Hey there, old man! Let’s see what you’re getting! 

Drampa! While I know it is quite on the nose to get the Generation 7 Pokemon considered to be a grandpa, I mainly chose them because of their pink (close enough to fuschia) eyes, ability to use mist (via breeding), and their enjoyment in communicating with others. Drampa is definitely the Pokemon that this Old Man could find reclining with him on his vacation days and be a great conversationalist when the kids are using Drampa as a jungle gym set. 

Togepi! This is a bit different from what Old Man’s powers are, with thanks to his demon friend. Think of Togepi being the right partner to have helped him out when his trainer might’ve read someone’s emotions and gotten a bit too carried away. Togepis do contain the happiness they felt of their trainer and of others. If their trainer had rather distressed or reacted to such heavy emotions, a Togepi (and Togekiss) may counteract it and help soften the emotional impact. 

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Now, this is the Pokemon that’ll be used to and aid this Old Man when it comes to reading emotions: Gardevoir! Personally, I would also see Gardevoir being a Ralts too since a team either 1) smaller and/or 2) younger Pokemon seems to fit his personality nicer. Known as the empathy readers in th Pokemon world, they are able to sense every emotion of those around them (unlike Togepi). How this Pokemon may work with the Old Man may be along the lines of find comfort in someone else who has the same disposition as him. As well, as he promised himself not to use his powers, this is basically a loophole since he isn’t reading it (just his Pokemon).

Honestly, Mantyke serves as a way for better exploration throughout his travels in a calmer way. I don’t see Ian as much of a flyer (but that can be different to how he is canonically). I can just see him sitting in a kiddy pool with Mantyke resting on top of his lap or splashing water at his face to wake him up. It’s just really cute. 

Nuzleaf is just a Pokemon I can see right along in Old Man’s posy. As the other Grass type on the team, this Pokemon can help play some music and can keep guard of his garden (or else there’s some trespassers who are bothering). Nuzleaf’s evolution will definitely fit into the current “old man” identity~. 

What a wonderful Pokemon for the lifestyle that the elderly man has! Comfey is a Pokemon that collects flowers and uses their aromas to help calm people down! Since the Old Man already has a garden and enjoys gardening, this Pokemon will be a wonderful fit for him in his retirement. Comfey will comfortable hang around his neck and always match his shirt~!

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      ‘Sup! This is my way of getting off of the “doing homework” train as I wanted to try out a meme!

Send me “Choose You” and I’ll come up with a group of SIX [6] Pokemon that I believe will fit your muse! 

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Oh, Ms. Believer, my pretty sleeper

Your twisted mind is like snow on the road

Your shaking shoulders prove that it’s colder

Inside your head than the winter of dead

Month of Music: 4/31

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Go ahead and cry little girl Nobody does it like you do I know how much it matters to you I know that you got daddy issues

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ojisxnsensei:

   “Hoho, I don’t think you’d believe me if I said I had this planned as a gift for someone I had the hots for back in my golden days, so lets just say I like to have quite the ample choice of clothes.”

    “Hmm?? That’s a very kind offer young one, are you certain? I wouldn’t want you to suffer from the cold because of this old man’s misadventures!”

     “You had loved back in the day? That’s nice...--” Glancing to and fro from the outfit, even as she still held out the cloak, had enthused some intrigue. Romance hadn’t been many of her priorities (or interests) yet, companionship was always a concept Milae had seen rather practiced well. What kind of young man was he back in the day? What kind of partner could he have too? And why would his partner have wanted that...? ‘Adventerous lovers, maybe?’ 

    Not to mention, romance wasn’t potentially viable for a liar. 

    “Certainly certain, sir. A misadventure could change into an adventure with something gifted like a cloak.” Milae had crossed her arms, nodding over her last statement, as well ass quietly mouthing it again quietly to make sure it had to make sense. Moose eyes glanced over at the sunset.

    “You’re right,” muttered Milae as her eyes were still focused on the sunset, “it is beautiful.” 

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ojisxnsensei:

“It is not a question of why young one, but a question of why not. Don’t we wear the stuff we do to protect ourselves from the elements and to feel pretty?”

“Also, some rascals stole my clothes and this was all I could find.”

    “That’s not helping you in either case -- former, not the latter. If you feel pretty, you’re pretty. And I won’t ask why you have that as backup clothing..”

     “Take this, it’s a cloak I use sometimes. Just in case it gets cold.”

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Condiment Fairy:

      Holy shit. That was hardcore.

   “ Okay, yer in. Yer pretty tough fer a small lil’ girl. What’s yer name squirt? ”

    “Oh, that’s nice of you, thank you! My name is Milae.” 

      Why does he look so shocked? Maybe he isn’t used to short people.

    “What’s your name, sir?”

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 ???:

    When you are but an old man living in a world surrounded by magical creatures and otherworldly experiences, having a hobby isn’t a concern many would think to have. Moreover, if the hobby you decide on is as simple as gardening.

    What started with simple curiosity that then sprouted genuine interest and bloomed into a personal challenge for an old man, this geezer was on his way to his “secret” garden patch when he was surprised by someone else eyeing a flower from a nearby bush.

    Rather than going straight to addressing this newfound person, he stood back and watched as the intriguing scene took place. Ian was no strange to magic or its many occurrences, so certainly watching as someone breath live to a wilting flower wouldn’t come as a surprise in this world. However, in this peculiar intense something else caught his attention.

    Maybe it was a feeling of nostalgia, memories of an old friend that began running through his mind, but he ended up staring for quite a while even as the person in question noticed his presence.

    He eyed them carefully, they seemed awfully nervous for some reason. Ian looked back at the flower they held, which had began to overflow with more floral life. His eyes widened and a small chuckle escaped him at her question.

     “Hoho! It seems you have quite the gift with flowers young one!”

     “I had given up hope with that little fellow but you made it comeback stronger than ever! You’ve certainly put this old man to shame huehue”

     A hand reaches to fondle his beard. “Say, what brings you here today kiddo?”

    “Oh, pardon me--” Milae bowed her torso slightly forward in the recognition that the person she had been before had been that of an elderly stature and appearance. Lowering her head and averting her gaze, she held her breath and attempted in defusing the flush over her face. Making such an embarrassment of herself in front senior citizens, goodness, she was losing her touch. Then again, one-on-one interactions when she was out of her own element of the forest wasn’t exactly honed with her time in Glaedreon. 

  “Thank you, sir,” she had straightened herself properly and nodded her head. Alas, the flush was returning as the compliments were heavy on her lilypad-leaping heart. “You’re far too kind.” As her left free hand fanned her face, ensuring the powdered pink lush wouldn’t redden to that of a sunburn, she kept attentive to him. 

    “It was just a matter of rejuvenating the soil since a lot of the minerals were gone, you would’ve done a magnificent job.” As the woman grew ever more bashful and ushered the appraisal to levels that she could’ve digested, an inquiry she dreaded finally surfaced into the conversation. Despite the coyness in her appearance, the grimace sunk into her thoughts. 

    What could’ve possibly further from the truth from what she often lied about? Oh, yes, she was a genuine wanderer and forest dweller who hadn’t taken a second thought to respect boundaries. Or, truly, she was someone quite poor with her directions and only spotted the bush out of such curiosity! Surely, it wasn’t as if the woman had been stirred to a strange plane of consciousness of the flora and foliage around her. 

   “I just wander around a lot,” she mused over the question. However, her eyes settled large plant growth over her arm and she sighed softly. “I think you’re quite done,” she mused to the plant as she softly plucked one of the flowers blossoming on her elbow. However, the young woman glanced to and fro from the flower and stepped forward, handing it towards the elderly man. 

   “If you like, you can smell it-- They’re cornflowers-- But, you might’ve known that-- I’m sorry.” 

entwined.

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ojisxnsensei:

“Wait!! You missed the best sight of them all”

“…I’m talking about the sunset, why are ya lookin at me like that kiddo?”

    “W-Why are you wearing that? In the middle of the forest?”

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   “Glae has a lot of interesting places and people.” 

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entwined.

     “Pretty poor quality,” Milae murmured under her breath. Having plucked a flower from a nearby bush, the woman turned her wrist and squinted. Woe was the wilted flora as its petals were wimpily downward, along with its leaves. “The grazing here is hurting you, isn’t it?” A small frown fell on her face as she lifted her wrist closer to her chest. 

     Around her arm, the wilted flower’s roots slowly spread over and wrapped around her limb, affirming its hold. “I wonder what can be done--” Through her introspection, and genuine unawareness, it seemed that was an observer in her presence who had spotted the unusual display of either an over-affectionate flower or an expert parasite that had taken the form of flora. 

    It was just then when Milae looked up that she found someone staring. In a forced gulp, she glances to and fro between her arm and the stranger. Maybe she should ask if they’re lost and need to find the next town? Maybe she can lie that she’s an Asparagus Phoenix or a Natural dragon -- wait, those weren’t the names! How could she even lie about being a descendant of sorts if she didn’t know their names?! Oh, well, maybe she could have explained this to be a simple magician’s illusion and all they’re seeing was a facade...? Maybe one of those “you don’t see me right now, I am only a figment,” mind tricks would’ve worked! ...Or, those mind tricks only worked in those movies her mother did so enjoy...

    Amidst the impending anxiety streak from her internal working, the flora remained to latch still with its roots having grown thicker and greener. Alas, it had already absorbed the plentiful energy from the human and shortly, several more flowers began budding and blossoming from the original flower’s stem and roots trail.

    Drinking in the new image around her arm, the human relieved herself with a sigh and went with a question of the top of her head, 

   “Would you like a flower--?”

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Orphi:

   The old phoenix that accompanied the purple hooded one always said the beauty of greenry lied in the fact that it is not created by man, but rather, nature was created with them. It held independence, a mystery of its own, breathing, living, silently following the basic needs of any animalistic being.

   It was strange how close passive beings of chlorophyll inhibited characteristics of the one who roars like beasts, soaring freely like the aves and reptile, despite lacking a voice that all breathing species had. Orpheus, a little dragon who possessed half an embodiment of sounds, had always found this fascinating. The little bushes, some thin and fragile to the touch, and others exceeding heights and strength.. how different they were, yet were one.

   How it never got old, despite the lack of change in form. One can stare at it for days and it would remain stationary, just conducting different activity like a buddha in prayer. 

   Orpheus forgets how long they can remain glued to anything, despite the nothingness. At first they stayed put, watching the dwindling little charms of dandelion sway with the wind, spreading its particles around the other green beings before turning their face with the same curiosity it once held. It had them wondering how long she was positioned within the place.. how could they have not noticed! Any sound should be audible, no matter how discreet..

   It was a soft-voice that called to them, with a matching imagery of lavender and sweet violet. A different face, but one that they felt wasn’t imposing a threat.  

“Hi!” they smiled brightly, “Orphi finds this place to be very relaxing, it’s like Mama!” looking to the sides, they said in a childish whisper ‘don’t tell daddy I said that.’

    Threats sauntered in the horizon of her conscious, much to the dismay of the forest dweller. As the child reciprocated the welcome and blossomed with such naivety, it, in turn, colored her placid thoughts enviously green. Reviewing the management of her mind revealed two factors that were in a constant struggle: 1) remaining with their niceties from their human side and 2) acting on instincts from Mori no Umi’s “gift.” In the displacement of managing emotions of herself, to the actions of another, socializing came with limitations she was acquainted with.  Sooner or later, her unhinged nerves would’ve resolved to resume regulated surveillance of the biome around her.

   However, the lithe figure squeezed her hands, as they were folded, as she listened to the ramblings of the younger. In a matter of minutes, the curiosity rooted had been slightly satisfied over the utterance of a name and an estranged relationship with his guardians. Had she concluded anything of the matter, perhaps “Orphi’s” mother was separated from him for a while if he found some patch of land, rather than finding her. Maybe the child was raised by a single father who had lost his wife during childbirth and heard of stories of her beyond her grave? Regardless of was hypothesized, there was a child alone and that was horrible conduct on one parent’s behalf. 

  Alas, in the memories of “parents,” Milae forced herself to hold a smile when the remaining fragments of her parents were beyond this world and life. Forcefully swallowing the promise on revisiting the images of guardians that feigned their ignorance like her, Milae kept an eased expression. Even as she looked at it and dejected the review of her own memories, she had been living up to the standards of her parents to lie whenever and wherever. ‘Milae’ existed all because of a lie, after all. 

    “Is that right? So, you aren’t looking for anything,” hummed the human with the delight she had anticipated as the overtly aggressive taunts cawing in her mind dwindled, for the most part. Despite the waviness and near curls of their hair, Milae reverted to comparing Orphi to the sight of Calla lilies, pristine without a speckle of color on them (apart from their red wine eyes).Calla lilies were of the more sporadic she found in her travels but, they were the more reminiscent of classically drawn hearts and cups. Perhaps, the fact they were as well particularly smaller than the 5′0″ woman aided in the comparison. 

  “I won’t tell him that as it’s none of my business,” affirmed the young adult as she flattened the lengthy skirt and slowly walked towards the squatting child as the fallen leaves lightly crackling under her boots. Her hands firmly gripped on the top of her knees as she stood aside from the child, keeping a foot away from them in respect of their own personal spaces. “I’m glad you enjoy it here, though. Not too many people like the forest.” 

    “Have you ever blown on a dandelion? They say you can grant a wish if you blow on one and the little white fluff flying away is the magic doing its work.” Milae had eased down then to kneel in front of the flower bed. Yet, as she gently plucked a dandelion from the ground, the stem of the weed began extending and curling around her finger. In her chance to introduce the child to the dandelion, her right hand already had thin brown roots taking comfort and hold around it. The woes of Earth magic--.. 

curiouser and curiouser.