'Moon Priestess At Prayer'. Photographed In 1900.

MALINDA and Lauren Paley- Runaway (AURORA cover)

"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."

@itisweselton

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.

"Oh... Him. He is probably foraging." the woman looked out, "If you have an herb order to make or pick up, talk to Mydaas. He manages our village... He may be talking to other clients." The older Troll seemed wary again.

"...It is indeed boiling season."

Mydaas could be seen talking to the shadier Trolls, taking payments and orders. He seemed better-dressed than most other villagers. Said villagers seemed afraid of him.

Mydaas suddenly shouted, "Rennoh! Come here!"

The Troll, wearing patchwork clothing, came over, his bell gently chiming. "Yes, Mydaas?" Rennoh looked up at the other Trolls, and shook his head no. Even when offered money, Rennoh shook his head no.

The old Troll looked to Soldan, "That is him. The Hunters here have wanted him as guide to the Wilderwood. Good luck."

@pcrplevenom

Stelle had entrusted her friend to check on her brother, a Troll living on Harmonus.

Harmonus' main metropolis was a dizzying whirlwind of color and co-existence, fed by many worlds and universes with Trolls.

The train would take Soldan to a more rural place, and the manner of folks on the train went from enthusiastic tourists and locals on daily errands to farmers and sorts that seemed... ...Shady.

Subdued Subjuggalos, other Highbloods that seemed to be ready to hunt, exchanging money with a farmer to "Cull the Wilderwood."

i feel like if you stabbed an angel the blood trail would look like this

Stelle followed Edgar to a room clearly from Weselton, a room with a large table with a map spread out. The map had illustrated trade routes and strategies.

"Well, what do you see, Your Excellency?"

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?

Valerio Minato's photo that won the Astronomy Picture of the Day Contest by NASA on December 25th, 2023.

In the picture: the moon, the Monviso Mount and the Basilica of Superga (on the Superga hill) outside Turin are all aligned. it took him 6 years to take this shot (and I take it as an example to never give up on your dreams).

Stelle bowed, Your Majesty, I come from Lone Moon, the land of Prophetic Dreams. It is an honor to share company with you.”

@itisweselton

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.

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.