#snowfairic

[engagekiss]

🤍 𓈒 𓈒 𓈒 snowvinity

— a gender that relates to ones identity of divine / mythos and snow, winter, and daintiness.

❄️ 𓈒 𓈒 𓈒 snowfairic

— a gender that relates to ones identity being a snow fairy

[ id (for snowvinity): an eleven striped flag. the third and ninth stripes are a bit thicker than the rest. the colors in order of top to bottom are dark grey, pale blue, teal, blue, dark blue, off white, dark blue, blue, teal, pale blue, dark grey. all flags are the same. / end id. ]

[ id (for snowfairic): an eleven striped flag. the third and ninth stripes are a bit thicker than the rest. the colors in order of top to bottom are blue, pale blue, teal, dusty blue, dark blue, off white, dark blue, dusty blue, teal, pale blue, blue. all flags are the same. / end id. ]

[viatcr]

STARTER FOR : drako ( @drakosoroemon​ ) EXTRA : the soroemon farm, late afternoon / early evening

         this is a route that letha knows by heart now, snowfire too — she'd barely had to tug the reins or touch her heels to his flanks to offer direction. it's an easy one too : the well worn roads and trails between the madan castle and the residences and rolling hills into the farmlands of atherion that make for a pleasant journey. the more difficult part of their journey won't begin until tomorrow, all the more reason to get a good night's rest —the both of them— and letha knows just the place. the sun is just touching the horizon, bathing everything in an orange-gold glow, when she finally spots the soroemon farm — the buildings still a ways off when she comes upon the cattle pulling their plow through the rich, newly unthawed soil. snowfire's canter slows to a leisurely walk as she pulls up alongside the pair, their paths parallel as she and snowfire follow the grassy lane and the plow its straight path through the fields.

         " not too rocky this year for you ?? "     letha calls in greeting to the man guiding his beasts, a familiar face as drako soroemon has become over the past few years. snowfair's gait falls uneven for a moment as he snags a mouthful of lush grass that's sprung up in the spring rains. letha smiles, amused, that sentiment carrying through in her tone.     " — or have you already harvested your pesky rocks ?? "