Stelle straightened, "I thank His Excellency for inviting me." Stelle presented a velvet black drawstring back. "These are for you."
For the Queen,
A necklace crowned with fine diamonds. The gold shimmered with the moon's glow.
For the King, a ring of gold, only this particular ring was different as far as astronomy signs. This one was made for a larger scale of space and time.
"This has where this world is in this universe, and help map skies beyond what you see."
@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.
Stained glass window Afghan with the border is now finished!
Stelle listened, and then gestured the Duke to follow. "All right... Lone Moon's palace will change in its paths, depending on the paths you take. I can help you interpret what is seen, Your Excellency"
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?
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.
Evening jacket, 1937, by Elsa Schiaparelli
A fine and important Elsa Schiaparelli couture Zodiac jacket, the Astrology Collection, Winter, 1938-39, Paris. This is arguably one of the most beautiful of all Schiaparelli's creations with its glittering embroidery, shimmering star-shaped beads and rhinestones set against a midnight blue velvet background. Marlene Dietrich was photographed in her Beverly Hills residence in 1938 wearing the zodiac ensemble with matching dress. Schiap was fascinated by the night sky that she used to view as a child through her uncle's telescope - the renowned astronomer Giovanni Schiaparelli, director of the Brera Observatory in Milan. He inspired in her a lifelong fascination with the celestial realm. He commented that the moles on her cheeks reminded him of the Big Dipper which she adopted as her 'lucky star', incorporating it into printed fabrics, the fabric lining her salon, her own personal jewellery as well as on this magnificent jacket. Schiaparelli's press agent Hortense MacDonald stated that the Astrology collection was defined by Euclid's famous geometric treatise - 'Elements'.
“I go to you at night along the road of dreams.”
— Ono No Komachi, excerpt of “My longing for you—”, trans. by Jane Hirshfield with Mariko Aratani in The Ink Dark Moon: Love Poems by Ono No Komachi & Izumi Shikibu, Women of the Ancient Court of Japan
"Because I'm alive. My blood type was revived in a lab on Harmonus. Acer and I were sent to Lone Moon to protect us. Unfortunately, Alternia has been a market for Blood Poaching, as... I find it barbaric but it's a show of power there, to be adorned in the colored blood of those you subjugated. Harmonus is vast and not all are safe. My older brother knew I wasn't safe."
Deep breath, get back on track.
"What does one do, when there are pressures from one, quite powerful empire?"
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?
Homestuck OC rp blog. Independent and canon divergent. By the-composite-doll
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