"Powers Over Ice... Interesting. Both Beautiful And Dangerous." She Noticed The Sharpness Of The Ice,

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Your name is Stelle LaLune and you are nearing 9.5 Sweeps of age.

Your interests include ancient trees, wandering the Moon Palaces, and Pierrot.

You have lived on the Lone Moon since you were a grub, nurtured by an Exiled Imperial Drone, Acer.  You like Acer, but he also mentions you have an adoptive older brother somewhere, beyond the Lone Moon.  You know you are here because it is safest, but also lonely.  You have learned to craft prophetic dreams to warn of future events.  Your main concern is for a certain Tree that Holds All.

You are supposedly a Blood Color that was extinct, but brought back to life.

Your Trolltag is AcaciaTapestry and you tend to bold for emphasis.  You use a lot of dream symbolism as well.  Kind of annoying.

"I'm happy to help." Rennoh handled the plants carefully, making sure he had something between his hands and the plants. Gloves, a cloth...

He got to planting.

Soldan seems to busy gardening, since Spring started and she's bought a few flowers that are in season. A few sunflower seeds planted carefully, some Lavender and Star Liliies to add in.

"I am the only one of my blood type. Spectral Bloods are extinct. On Alternia, I am likely more valuable dead than alive. Like..."

She had unlocked a door, and her face fell. It was a room of rare birds, all taxidermy.

She had never seen these birds before except in books. Stelle approached a graceful egret, her fingers brushing under its chin. "You... You poor creature..."

Open RP

The Lone Moon was lustrous in its ocean of sky. Stelle stood at a long pool of still water, gazing into the deep blue. Gilded fish swam about, some bobbing up at the surface.

The Pierrot Troll picked up an ivory dish, laden with pellets. She tossed pellets to the water, watching as the lazy fish sprang to life.

It was lonely here. Were there Dreamers out to see her?

2009 a space odyssey

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Your name is Stelle LaLune and you are nearing 8.5 Sweeps of age.

Your interests include ancient trees, wandering the Moon Palaces, and Pierrot.

You have lived on the Lone Moon since you were a grub, nurtured by an Exiled Imperial Drone, Acer.  You like Acer, but he also mentions you have an adoptive older brother somewhere, beyond the Lone Moon.  You know you are here because it is safest, but also lonely.  You have learned to craft prophetic dreams to warn of future events.  Your main concern is for a certain Tree that Holds All.

You are supposedly a Blood Color that was extinct, but brought back to life.

Your Trolltag is AcaciaTapestry and you tend to bold for emphasis.  You use a lot of dream symbolism as well.  Kind of annoying.

Eden- Sarah Brightman

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"A child of "Rarest Blood" that lived on the Moon to protect her, and yet her loneliness got the better of her as she grew up. She first appeared as a commoner.... I see it as a cautionary fairy tale of curiosity and coveting what cannot be kept, like treasures from a dream." The man laughed, "Surely it's just a tale, yes? But I am curious of if she has a noble ancestry beyond a peculiar complexion."

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It had been planned for when the Veil thinned. Stelle embraced Acer, bidding him goodbye.

She was off to Weselton, to finally meet others face to face. She had a suitcase of her things, and a costume for a masquerade ball that she was invited to on behalf of the Duke.

The other case had gifts for the Duke, to show her gratitude. Books of Harmonian tales, maps, gemstones...

She hoped to make a good impression as she went through the doors, to enter the waking world for the first time.

“Drones such as Acer are…. Enforcers for Her Imperious Condescension. In exile, Acer raised me. He is my Lusus, or parental custodian. He is an alarming sight to those who do not know him.”

Gazing out, Stelle sang several notes, and the beast appeared.

He towered over them, but knelt low and let Stelle cup her hands under his chin. He rumbled deeply, clearly caring about his small charge.

“Acer, this dreamer is His Excellency, the Duke of Weselton. He is a visitor.”

Open RP

The Lone Moon was lustrous in its ocean of sky. Stelle stood at a long pool of still water, gazing into the deep blue. Gilded fish swam about, some bobbing up at the surface.

The Pierrot Troll picked up an ivory dish, laden with pellets. She tossed pellets to the water, watching as the lazy fish sprang to life.

It was lonely here. Were there Dreamers out to see her?