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The fleeting moments of something beautiful just like the first rays of sun after the rain always feels special.
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The first rainfall was most joyous, bathing all of the newborn spring within its life-giving waters. Despite the chill in the air, the Princess found herself drawn into nature. Dew clung to the roses and fell across her pallid coat.
Miorjah drew to the treeline, feeling the damp tickle of the rose’s leaves. The earthy, homey smell of fresh rain still lingered in the air. There was a silent, pliant way of nature after rain that brought comfort to the lost Licorne. The maiden resisted the urge to dance across the glade like a young filly. Instead, she kept that regal grace she always wore, white hands brushing against the warm silk of her gown.
Memories flowed as her cerulean gaze focused upon the glimmering pale purple and white gold roses, reflecting the first rays of sunlight and drinking in the cloud’s gift. The world before this, where it would not be her alone amongst the roses. Memories of her mother, pruning the delicate bushes after the rain, ensuring only the most glorious and flourishing rosebuds were allowed to grace the Lunehart court.
It was their job to tend to the blooms, to allow their beauty to shine under the moonlight, her mother cooed. Plucking a rose too soon, ivory and still thriving, the Queen placed that rose within the Princess’ curling tresses. As sweet and exquisite as you, her mother spoke. The memory had both a soft smile appear on Miorjah’s face, but tears prick at the edges of her doe eyes. A memory worth savoring, worthy for the beautiful scenery before her, and the promise of future life from the rain.
- Outside of my impulsive prose, thank you. I love this piece so much. You're truly a master of your craft.
Miorjah drew to the treeline, feeling the damp tickle of the rose’s leaves. The earthy, homey smell of fresh rain still lingered in the air. There was a silent, pliant way of nature after rain that brought comfort to the lost Licorne. The maiden resisted the urge to dance across the glade like a young filly. Instead, she kept that regal grace she always wore, white hands brushing against the warm silk of her gown.
Memories flowed as her cerulean gaze focused upon the glimmering pale purple and white gold roses, reflecting the first rays of sunlight and drinking in the cloud’s gift. The world before this, where it would not be her alone amongst the roses. Memories of her mother, pruning the delicate bushes after the rain, ensuring only the most glorious and flourishing rosebuds were allowed to grace the Lunehart court.
It was their job to tend to the blooms, to allow their beauty to shine under the moonlight, her mother cooed. Plucking a rose too soon, ivory and still thriving, the Queen placed that rose within the Princess’ curling tresses. As sweet and exquisite as you, her mother spoke. The memory had both a soft smile appear on Miorjah’s face, but tears prick at the edges of her doe eyes. A memory worth savoring, worthy for the beautiful scenery before her, and the promise of future life from the rain.
- Outside of my impulsive prose, thank you. I love this piece so much. You're truly a master of your craft.
Oh it's such a beautiful short story! You're very talented not only at art but prose too!
Reading that actually made very excited to see Miorjah if she'd actually yield to that impulse to dance in this rose garden among all the greens and flowers sparkling after the rain *o* I think she'd look so elegant and full of inspiration
And thank you so much too for letting me draw your girl again. It makes me even more happy that this art piece inspired you to write something this beautiful too ^w^
Reading that actually made very excited to see Miorjah if she'd actually yield to that impulse to dance in this rose garden among all the greens and flowers sparkling after the rain *o* I think she'd look so elegant and full of inspiration
And thank you so much too for letting me draw your girl again. It makes me even more happy that this art piece inspired you to write something this beautiful too ^w^
Dear mother of all the gods this is absolutely /breath-taking/. Incredibly soft and delicate and so full of expressive emotion through your use of tones and values. I’m absolutely FLOORED by this piece!! One of the prettiest paintings I think I’ve /ever/ seen holy shit. I could genuinely stare at this for a full hour. Maybe more.
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