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one day the sun will brush your face again, you'll breathe in fresh air and you will be okay. i promise.

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                    all I’ve ever known is how to hold my own                                                              (  but now I wanna hold you, too  )

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a woven book.

amongst her many trinkets and treasures in her bag, therein lies a special handmade journal which soraka has kept with her for centuries upon centuries. this book is lovingly written in multiple scripts & languages that our night-guardian has encountered in her numerous travels--& entails a variety of topics and subjects. these expansive collections of entries & thoughts can range into herbology, arcane study, geology, astrology (all the 'ologies, really) & of course, soraka's own personal thoughts during her travels. some of which, entail her experiences & moments with them--- the more personal of which soraka always keeps within the journal no matter how many times she adds or remove pages.

she's been known to write about notable individuals & figures as well; all to document & archive history and people for herself. such individuals have included the kindred, shadow isles individuals (thresh, kalista, hecarim, mordekaiser, etc.) , the three sisters of the freljord, bard, creatures of legend or myth such as evelynn, fiddlesticks, nocturne, etc.

as to be expected, this woven journal can get quite filled & heavy if soraka is not careful; & it's the maintenance of this archival process (amongst other things) that bring her back to her comfy yurt in targon. during her first few days of returning--- soraka typically organizes her writings in bundles, lovingly undoing the bindings of her work so she can take pages out & store them away for safekeeping; only to return to the journal and insert new pages that await her adventures. this is the journal that reminds soraka of her purpose when she's in her darkest moments; rereading her own times & memories of friends & strangers that have come & passed. as bittersweet as it is to acknowledge that some of her loved ones are no longer present, the starchild honours her moments with them; reminding herself of the vow she took upon herself when she fell from the heavens:

no one shall be broken the same as i for every step, for every journey, for each moment alloted my final shred of divinity shall be used to heal & protect those who are downtrodden

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Linocut by William H Hays

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Moonlight Greatsword

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a lil redesign of stargoat that i didn't get around to posting when i actually did it, lul. i've yet to finish the colouring / final lining for her but here she is nonetheless :) 

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🍂Aurora🍁

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traditions & daily rituals.

throughout her travels on runeterra, soraka has gained a set of traditions & habits that reflect her adaptation to the people & passing of time. soraka still burns incense to ward off evil spirits, & keeps a bowl of water by her windsill at night as a way to collect moonwater to use in healing— practices which were only seen during the era of shurima's reign. she always pours the first cup of steeped tea over a clay figurine shaped like an animal before drinking her own, a custom from ionia which began long ago. and as she walks through forests, the starchild always asks for permission of the spirits which reside there for passage. 

these are only but a few which have stayed with soraka; but she keeps each of them dear to her heart. though it may seem that upholding these practices is a way for her to cling to her past, she views it much differently. for her to remember & to act out the motions is paying homage to those that have come & gone. soraka was taught of the tea ceremony by a dear friend that she had encountered during her travels in the land that is now noxian territory, given small idols of deities by those she had healed in shurima as a token of their gratitude; & even shown a method of weaving that belonged to a tribe which is now long gone. 

she keeps these habits in her life, much like she's kept those who have taught her such methods, in her heart.

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She’s done ✨

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From the Legend of Heroes III

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The cool breeze of the early twilight caresses her cheek as the celestial lingers outside of her comfy dwelling. Soraka sits upon the flat surface of a nearby boulder, nestled in the gentle trance of her fingers dancing along her beloved flute. The mountain carries her song, dreamlike & mellow in tune, through the winding paths & crags — a beacon to any who listen. In her tranquility the Starchild hears a cacophony of eager whispers burst forth in her mind; her dear starlings bubbling with wonder, no doubt.

❛ A wanderer approaches, they hear our call ! ❜   ❛ We feel their curiosity, a long travel they've had... They deserve rest.  ❜   Golden eyes shine with mirth as she opens them. A visitor? It's not often she received them at her home considering the trek, but nevertheless they were welcome. Soraka keeps playing her melody then, & lets a trickle of her divinity flow through the music to the traveler. 

❛ I feel your presence & purpose, lone one. Come hither a little ways more, you are now my guest ❜

@talesofruneterra​ 

Iula wiped a bead of sweat from her brow as she made her way up the mountain trail. She was much too old for this now, but thankfully, she wouldn’t likely need to climb as high. The old warrior knew her destination: she sought the elusive Starchild, and was drawing nearer to her supposed mountain abode. Iula only hoped that Soraka would be willing to lend her an ear…

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The inquiry catches her off guard, like a pinprick of light in a vast never-ending darkness. There were few who caught the tail end of her own clouded woes, as she was never one to wear her heart on her sleeve or let it overshadow her priorities. Soraka turns her head to the woman who had spoken, far from taken aback as she meets her eye to eye, despite of such harrowed features. 

❛ Even those who walk in light leave a trail of wounds behind them; especially when they walk in hand with those they love ❜ The Targonian muses, clasping her fingers tightly around the bindings of her crescent staff. Her eyes were solemn, as if reliving the years in a brief second. 

❛ What about you, young one? What do you carry? ❜

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"You seem... interesting. As someone who carries light and... blame? remorse? ...Why?" @starthieve

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Denali, Alaska by viewswithellen

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the vastayas. 

the vastayan tribe of the ottrani are the ones which soraka has dutifully guided & watched over for as long as she could remember. every once in a while, the starchild wanders from her home to their dwellings with handmade blankets, food, dreamcatchers, and whatever else she can bring to aid them. together, she shares her stories of travel across runeterra & dines with them ( as it’s often nighttime when she visits ) , often enlightening & answering any questions they may have for her. though soraka cannot answer all, she tries her best to reassure & to teach , especially to the younger ones. after dinner, they dance & sing songs or simply let soraka play her lyre for them; on other nights they would even play alongside her.

when midnight falls upon them, soraka goes to the fledgling stellacorns with the village elder, grandfather rumul , and catches up with the ongoings of the tribe that they don’t share during the gathering before heading back & lulling the younger vastayans to sleep. 

in her songs, soraka often sings about forgotten tales, slowed-down ballads from sailors that she overhears, & sometimes , she sings about her own past for the youngest who has trouble resting; often intertwining her own sleeping magic into her words as she cradles them close. 

when the last of the tribe is asleep, she shares tea with grandfather ramul once he returns from the stellacorn herd & they talk until the sun rises, where soraka finally retires to her own solitary hut to rest & wait for sunset before waking again. 

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     GRAB A GLASS, BECAUSE THERE’S GOING TO BE A FLOOD—!

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A thank  you  note.

It  is  once  again  time  to  show  my  love  &  appreciation  to  you  all!  A  personal  thank  you  as  well  as  a  ‘  wow,  you  all  keep  up  with  this  hellsite’s  continuous  bullshit.  ’  It’s  been  some  rough  times  but  hey,  we’re  going  through  it  as  a  community  here  &  that’s  what  I  love  about  this  place  the  most  ——  that  in  dark  times  we  band  together.  Whether  it  be  one  person  posting  about  their  struggles  or  something  out  in  the  world,  we  come  together  &  comfort  each  other.

I  couldn’t  have  chosen  a  better  community  to  partake  in,  thank  you  for  accepting  me  back  with  open  arms.  I’ve  had  some  of  my  fondest  memories  in  this  community  &  made  friends  for  life  here.  Thank  you  to  all  of  you  who  show  interest  in  my  portrayal  here,  &  on  my  other  blogs.  Thank  you  to  those  of  you  who  approach  me  with  enthusiasm  &  those  who  enable  my  a.  horrible  blog  making  urges,  b.  angsty  needs,  c.  all  my  other  bs.

Please  allow  me  to  give  something  back  to  you  with  a  second  giveaway.  ‘  But  Wersa,  we  just  had  one!  ’  Yeah  well,  I  love  you.  ❤

The  giveaway.

PRIZES.

✦  1st  &  2nd  places. 1x  colored  sketch  bust  each  /  Examples  here.  ✦  3rd  &  4th  places. 1x  sticker  each  /  Examples  here.

RULES.

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Giveaway  ends  JULY  9TH,  2020  at  5  PM  GMT  +2.  Winners  will  be  announced  around  that  time  &  have  24  hours  to  respond  before  their  prize  goes  to  another  person  so  keep  an  eye  out  for  the  dates!