<style type="text/css"> .dina_wont_you_blow{ background:linear-gradient(to top, rgba(28, 46, 84,0) 0px,rgba(28, 46, 84,1)500px), url('https://i.postimg.cc/X70DpmZY/asena-cloud.jpg') bottom no-repeat, #1c2e54; position: relative; z-index: 1; width: 375px; border: 1px solid white; padding:5px 0px; } .asena_message { position: relative; z-index: 4; width: 365px; border: 1px solid #FFFFFF; } .asena_text { position: relative; z-index: 5; text-align: justify; font: 12px 'Times New Roman', serif; color: #daeff7; letter-spacing: 1px; text-shadow: 0px 0px 5px #1c2e54; padding: 0px 10px; } .asena_name { position: relative; z-index: 6; text-align: right; font: 75px 'Times New Roman', serif; color: #daeff7; letter-spacing: 2px; text-shadow: 0px 0px 5px #1c2e54; line-height: 5px; margin-bottom:25px; } .asena_quote { position: relative; z-index: 7; text-align: right; font: 12px 'Times New Roman', serif; color: #daeff7; letter-spacing: 2px; text-shadow: 0px 0px 3px #1c2e54; line-height: 13px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-right: 5px;}</style> <center><div class="dina_wont_you_blow"><div class="asena_message"><p class="asena_text">I waited until Aureus was asleep, watching the slow rise and fall of his sides until I was sure that my movements would not wake him. Extracting myself from my twin’s warm embrace on this chilly autumn night seems unwise, but I have a destination in mind, one that is worth a bit of cold.
Once out of our thicket of heavy green leaves, I pause. Papa and Daddy usually sleep nearby, so I raise my pale head and sniff, my ears flicking to watch the sound of their quiet breathing. There – a little to the right. The greenery is illuminted by Daddy’s glowing, but it is still. They are asleep too. With a small shiver, I wrap the invisibility around me just like Papa had taught, and I slip off into the woods.
The journey is longer than I had anticipated, but it gives me time to think about exactly what I will say. I practice as I walk, reminding myself that politeness is key.
The climb up the mountain is difficult for a grown horse, but my six-month old determination is strong. I am breathing heavy by the time I arrive, but I am filled too with a sense of satisfaction. Even if the fairies don’t come – and I have heard that sometimes they do not – I will still have a story to tell Aureus in the morning.
<b>”Hello Fairies. It’s me, Asena. I mean, I guess you don’t know me so hello. It’s nice to meet you.”</b> This is going pretty good, I think.
<b>”I was wondering if maybe you could do me a favor. Not a big one I don’t think? I was wondering if maybe I could have some flowers in my hair like Isilya does? They are so pretty and even if mine don’t change colors like hers I would still be very grateful.”</b> Papa told me about being polite, but I wonder if he has ever tried to be polite to something he can’t see. It’s very hard to have respectful eye contact with something that doesn’t’ have eyes!
</p><p class="asena_name">A S E N A</p><p class="asena_quote">i’d rather run the other way<br>than stay and see the smoke and who’s still standing when it clears</p></div><div class="asena_grade"></div></div></center>
ooc: she is requesting flowers like the ones listed in the trait database but really i'd like purple flowers on her coat (so i guess maybe like floral tattoos?)
Once out of our thicket of heavy green leaves, I pause. Papa and Daddy usually sleep nearby, so I raise my pale head and sniff, my ears flicking to watch the sound of their quiet breathing. There – a little to the right. The greenery is illuminted by Daddy’s glowing, but it is still. They are asleep too. With a small shiver, I wrap the invisibility around me just like Papa had taught, and I slip off into the woods.
The journey is longer than I had anticipated, but it gives me time to think about exactly what I will say. I practice as I walk, reminding myself that politeness is key.
The climb up the mountain is difficult for a grown horse, but my six-month old determination is strong. I am breathing heavy by the time I arrive, but I am filled too with a sense of satisfaction. Even if the fairies don’t come – and I have heard that sometimes they do not – I will still have a story to tell Aureus in the morning.
<b>”Hello Fairies. It’s me, Asena. I mean, I guess you don’t know me so hello. It’s nice to meet you.”</b> This is going pretty good, I think.
<b>”I was wondering if maybe you could do me a favor. Not a big one I don’t think? I was wondering if maybe I could have some flowers in my hair like Isilya does? They are so pretty and even if mine don’t change colors like hers I would still be very grateful.”</b> Papa told me about being polite, but I wonder if he has ever tried to be polite to something he can’t see. It’s very hard to have respectful eye contact with something that doesn’t’ have eyes!
</p><p class="asena_name">A S E N A</p><p class="asena_quote">i’d rather run the other way<br>than stay and see the smoke and who’s still standing when it clears</p></div><div class="asena_grade"></div></div></center>
ooc: she is requesting flowers like the ones listed in the trait database but really i'd like purple flowers on her coat (so i guess maybe like floral tattoos?)