Athena
Goddess of wisdom, warfare, military victory, handicraft , strategy
Wisdom is a funny thing.
You never know what someone might spout as “wisdom”. To some, blatant lies are the only wisdom they have known. To others, devastating truths.
To the rarest - prophecies. Never the full truth, never the whole lie.
“What is the power of a dragon, next to the power of a prophecy”
The earliest dreams were horrid. Blurry messes, too loud of sounds and bursts of pain that left her crying, wailing for her mother.
It was indescribable at the time, mindless words made her way through the curtain of tears while her mother sat confused, unsure of what to do or say.
But how can one respond to nonsense.
The pain ceased over time, at least she felt as such. The words still came, without rhyme or reason.
She distracted herself as much as she could. From the stares and whispers, from the bursts and sounds, from herself and everyone else’s talks.
The words always had an edge to them.
“The young princess is sweet but a bit strange, you don’t think?”
“Oh what a beauty the princess Helaena is, if only she could speak properly.”
“Despite her mannerisms, the Queen is a very kind woman I’m sure.”
She embroidered whenever she happened to get the time. Things around her. Normal things. The flowers, the gardens, the sun, the moon, the prettiest of birds, the vilest of animals.
She was aware.
Of the way people assumed her to be idiotic or peculiar. Of the way her wretched father felt about her and her siblings. Of the ways a war had to be won.
Of entirely too much.
For someone like her.
The only time she spoke louder than she intended was at the green counsel. The oh so sweet, docile Queen Helaena damn near shouted at one of the men that a war cannot so simply be won. Silence followed. She liked silence.
She explained her reasonings. Slower than everyone else. It kept the nature of the room longer. Good.
She stared right at the king’s smile. He looked at her and winked.
Fucking twat.
Through all her life, she had garnered many a cheery praise, many a snide remark.
But it remained difficult.
To understand this strange wisdom.
To have the power to dream of the future and yet have no knowledge of what to do about it.
Because oh if only she had enough knowledge.
If only she had enough wisdom.
“History only remembered them as Blood and Cheese.”
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ID: Katara and sokka in swimgear. in the first image, sokka is searching for something in the water. his hair getting wet. katara leans over to him saying "don't you think, its time for a haircut?" in the second image sokka rose form the water, a dog-shark creature in hand, swinging his hair in Katara face splashing her. smugly he says "no <3". End ID
i know its winter! i know it likley snowed by now on the northern hemilsphere! but... on the southern side is summer time right???
so... its fine.... this is fine!!!
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!!! please do not use or repost this artwork without permission!!!
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yk when you see someone share a finished handmade item that they clearly spent a lot of time and money on and it's just. The absolute tackiest thing you have seen in your life. And then you ask yourself why someone would waste all those resources on such an eyesore.
(no, of course you can't relate to that because you're a much nicer person than me)
In any case.
BEHOLD!
A wool coat!
The top fabric is handwoven and handspun, the whole thing is sewn by hand, too.
Leftovers. Barely anything, all things considered, which is very satisfying.
This thing took me well over 3 years to make, on and off. And now I'm done.
Thank you for your attention.
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