08-18-2019, 10:00 PM
Lilliana has no magic of her own. She has always admired the abilities of others and marveled at it. Now, here on the mountain, she finds an amount of limitless potential that makes this assignment seem so much harder. Her mind wanders and searches, thinking and trying to decide on something that would be a suitable project. She goes big and broad, turning thoughts over until she grasps on something familiar. Something that has always brought her joy and she thinks now to share with her teacher and classmates.
Her mind immediately goes to flowers. And then an idea dawns, spreading across her face in a smile.
She conjures a flower, a simple thing that hovers before her. Lilliana plays with it, makes it sway and dance as it might in a field. She creates the scent, a smell of pure joy and contentment and peace. It is sweet and delicate though Lilli doesn’t intend for it to be fragile. She studies it as the petals elongate but they remain pale, pale as the first winter snow while the stem becomes a deep evergreen. There is a touch of cold as she summons frost and ice (something that still makes her shutter) and it ripples down her chestnut frame as she continues to work with her creation.
The first few times, the flower wilts as they have always done when exposed to freezing temperatures. The petals fall to the ground similar to snowflakes. Each time, the chestnut mare starts over again and conjures her flower again. It takes her some time, several tries in fact, but eventually, she plays with the sap of the flower. She toys with it and eventually changes it, wields the frost until finally, the plant refuses to succumb to its freezing properties. The magic of the classroom makes her smile and pleased with her project, she keeps it in front of her face. It hovers and dances, twirling before her.
When it's her turn, she steps forward and offers a small smile to Tir and the class. <b>”I present a flower,”</b> she starts. It hangs suspended in the air as she continues to speak, <b>”But what makes this flower so special is that it is able to withstand freezing temperatures.”</b> With the magic of the classroom, a small liquid appears next to the pale flower. The liquid compound is translucent with an icy appearance that has a slight glacial glow. <b>”The sap is a liquid. It retains a boiling point of regular water but this flower should be watched in the warmer months as it will be easy to overheat. However, the sap itself has no freezing point.”</b> It is here that she grins, proud of this revelation. <b>”It allows the flower to endure during the winter months when it would otherwise perish.”</b>
<b>”I call it the Never Freezing Flower,”</b> she adds. <b>”It has no official purpose other than to survive the winter. But I thought a flower patch of these growing during the coldest months of the year might offer some pleasure and joy.”</b>
Her mind immediately goes to flowers. And then an idea dawns, spreading across her face in a smile.
She conjures a flower, a simple thing that hovers before her. Lilliana plays with it, makes it sway and dance as it might in a field. She creates the scent, a smell of pure joy and contentment and peace. It is sweet and delicate though Lilli doesn’t intend for it to be fragile. She studies it as the petals elongate but they remain pale, pale as the first winter snow while the stem becomes a deep evergreen. There is a touch of cold as she summons frost and ice (something that still makes her shutter) and it ripples down her chestnut frame as she continues to work with her creation.
The first few times, the flower wilts as they have always done when exposed to freezing temperatures. The petals fall to the ground similar to snowflakes. Each time, the chestnut mare starts over again and conjures her flower again. It takes her some time, several tries in fact, but eventually, she plays with the sap of the flower. She toys with it and eventually changes it, wields the frost until finally, the plant refuses to succumb to its freezing properties. The magic of the classroom makes her smile and pleased with her project, she keeps it in front of her face. It hovers and dances, twirling before her.
When it's her turn, she steps forward and offers a small smile to Tir and the class. <b>”I present a flower,”</b> she starts. It hangs suspended in the air as she continues to speak, <b>”But what makes this flower so special is that it is able to withstand freezing temperatures.”</b> With the magic of the classroom, a small liquid appears next to the pale flower. The liquid compound is translucent with an icy appearance that has a slight glacial glow. <b>”The sap is a liquid. It retains a boiling point of regular water but this flower should be watched in the warmer months as it will be easy to overheat. However, the sap itself has no freezing point.”</b> It is here that she grins, proud of this revelation. <b>”It allows the flower to endure during the winter months when it would otherwise perish.”</b>
<b>”I call it the Never Freezing Flower,”</b> she adds. <b>”It has no official purpose other than to survive the winter. But I thought a flower patch of these growing during the coldest months of the year might offer some pleasure and joy.”</b>
but it's all in the past, love
it's all gone with the wind