08-28-2017, 03:15 PM
<link href='http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Alex+Brush' rel='stylesheet' type='text/css'><style>.wysterialayout {width:600px; border:1px solid #000;box-shadow:0px 0px 10px #000;background-color:#84658e;} .wysteriagradient {width:600px; border:1px solid #000;padding:10px;background:#32173b;background: -webkit-linear-gradient(#32173b, #502d5c, #32173b);background: -o-linear-gradient(#32173b, #502d5c, #32173b);background: -moz-linear-gradient(#32173b, #502d5c, #32173b);background: linear-gradient(#32173b, #502d5c, #32173b); box-shadow:0px 0px 25px #000;} .wysteriapic {width:600px; height:600px; background-image:url('https://s12.postimg.org/kg3nx0u5p/insanewysteriafairy.png');background-size:contain;margin-bottom:-85px;} .wysteriaquote {width:600px; font-size:24px;font-family: 'alex brush', cursive;color:#32173b;padding-bottom:10px;} .wysteriapost {padding:30px;padding-bottom:5px;padding-top:0px;text-align:justify;font:12px times;color:#32173b;} .wysterianame {width:600px; height:101px; background-image:url('https://s12.postimg.org/yntclo6ul/wfname.png');background-size:contain;margin-bottom:5px;}</style><center><div class=wysteriagradient><div class=wysterialayout><div class=wysteriapic></div><div class=wysteriaquote><center>All hail the Queen of the Boards.</center></div><div class=wysteriapost>She would like to point out that she was entirely right. They don’t learn. They don’t deserve the gifts they are given so freely, don’t deserve the power of the gods that lives in their blood. Yet the faeries had given it all back and so Wysteria watches as they return to their old ways. Many times, she does not watch at all, preferring to leave the mortals to their lives and their follies and to focus on Beqanna herself. Someone needed to care for the land. Someone needed to remember that the land was their life blood, that the faeries were no more than an extension of the land itself. Wysteria tended to the trees and returned magic to the places where it had been taken in large swaths. Often, she loitered on the border of Taiga as the land screamed, as it was bled dry for the sake of….of what?
That’s the question that follows her, the thing she cannot grasp. What do they hope to accomplish? Do they think, in the end, they will be anything more than a blip in this place? Wysteria can hardly remember those that have come before, and she’s the youngest of the faeries. Do they think their names will live forever? The thought almost makes her laugh, but she’s pulled from her thoughts instead by a girl that traipses up the mountain with rather purposeful steps.
She cannot resist, and she feels for the girl’s motives, debating if it was worth giving this wayward traveler the time of day. No one comes to the mountain unless summoned or unless they want something, and she is not the business of giving out free gifts. She’s not expecting anything worthwhile to come out of the girl’s head, but what she finds is surprising. A smile curls her lips just slightly, and she materializes at the top of the trail. She will not come down, but she waits patiently for the girl to make the climb. It is the first step toward earning what one seeks, after all.
Wysteria blends into the scenery so well, little more than a beautiful tree with purple flowers until she reveals herself fully. <b> “Kolera,”</b> she says, voice soft but impossible to miss as it echoes around them. The branches and leaves recede, leaving a white horse with purple vines and flowers instead of a mane or tail. Bits of her swirl and sparkle with the same purple, a little flair for the otherwise simple faery. <b> “What brings you here?”</b> She asks, even though she already knows. She wants to hear just want the mare has to say.
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That’s the question that follows her, the thing she cannot grasp. What do they hope to accomplish? Do they think, in the end, they will be anything more than a blip in this place? Wysteria can hardly remember those that have come before, and she’s the youngest of the faeries. Do they think their names will live forever? The thought almost makes her laugh, but she’s pulled from her thoughts instead by a girl that traipses up the mountain with rather purposeful steps.
She cannot resist, and she feels for the girl’s motives, debating if it was worth giving this wayward traveler the time of day. No one comes to the mountain unless summoned or unless they want something, and she is not the business of giving out free gifts. She’s not expecting anything worthwhile to come out of the girl’s head, but what she finds is surprising. A smile curls her lips just slightly, and she materializes at the top of the trail. She will not come down, but she waits patiently for the girl to make the climb. It is the first step toward earning what one seeks, after all.
Wysteria blends into the scenery so well, little more than a beautiful tree with purple flowers until she reveals herself fully. <b> “Kolera,”</b> she says, voice soft but impossible to miss as it echoes around them. The branches and leaves recede, leaving a white horse with purple vines and flowers instead of a mane or tail. Bits of her swirl and sparkle with the same purple, a little flair for the otherwise simple faery. <b> “What brings you here?”</b> She asks, even though she already knows. She wants to hear just want the mare has to say.
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@[Kolera] please tag me in replies!