[When she closes the connection, she immediately gets to it.
Flora is curious, but not an idiot. She doesn't build the shrine to him in Seelie territory, nor does she venture too far north, either. No, she puts it together just a little ways away from the Daonna fairy ring, in neutral territory. There is a wooden stand artfully draped in fabrics in hues of purple and blue and framed with flowers in the same colours.
She's not done something quite like this before, and for a moment feels like she's back in school doing an assignment. Is this enough, is there something she's missing? She recalls the things he's mentioned, but she'd rather not have clutter. But then, this should be more about function over aesthetics, right?
Maybe she should just stop worrying and give it a try, already.
Flora stands before it, clears her throat, and begins to speak.]
From where things begin and so must end The place unto static chaos rend I call the one who walks Between Eyes ever watchful, but lives unseen And if by them I should be worthy Humbly, I ask he appear before me
Outsider.
[She knows she didn't have to do all that, but what's the point of being a fairy if you can't throw in a little pizzazz every once in a while?]
Aaaaction also i'm sorry
[When she closes the connection, she immediately gets to it.
Flora is curious, but not an idiot. She doesn't build the shrine to him in Seelie territory, nor does she venture too far north, either. No, she puts it together just a little ways away from the Daonna fairy ring, in neutral territory. There is a wooden stand artfully draped in fabrics in hues of purple and blue and framed with flowers in the same colours.
She's not done something quite like this before, and for a moment feels like she's back in school doing an assignment. Is this enough, is there something she's missing? She recalls the things he's mentioned, but she'd rather not have clutter. But then, this should be more about function over aesthetics, right?
Maybe she should just stop worrying and give it a try, already.
Flora stands before it, clears her throat, and begins to speak.]
From where things begin and so must end
The place unto static chaos rend
I call the one who walks Between
Eyes ever watchful, but lives unseen
And if by them I should be worthy
Humbly, I ask he appear before me
Outsider.
[She knows she didn't have to do all that, but what's the point of being a fairy if you can't throw in a little pizzazz every once in a while?]