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Post by Whill Shaman Chrysanthe on Aug 12, 2016 17:24:28 GMT -8
*If there was one unmistakable trait of the little Whill known as Chrysanthe, it was her deep affection for all things floral. As such, her realm was one seemingly-neverending garden. And what would one find in this garden? A better question would be what one wouldn't find in this garden! If you could think of the most insignificant flower from the most remote and unknown of planets, you would be sure to find it here! Large flowers, small flowers, from the mundane to the exotic, Chrys played no favorites. Even the ones considered otherwise dangerous to normal sentients could be found here! But, for the safety of those who might visit, they were considerately concealed behind protective displays so as not to harm any guests.
The garden itself sported multiple biomes, all of which to support the various wildlife of course. In a way, Chrys' realm was like its own little small world inside: From grassy fields, to wetlands, to desert, to mountain, and even tundra. All for the sake of keeping a varied collection of flowers to tend to and enjoy. Little Chrys always felt comfortable and at home here, feeling completely relaxed in the presence of all her beautiful and even strange plant life; the scenery, the feel, even the aroma. And, she hoped, so would any visitors she may have!*
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Post by The Sable Count on Oct 29, 2017 18:58:48 GMT -8
It was quite strange, Aderon could have sworn he was just aboard his ship, headed towards Tython to photograph a rare type of flower found only on the planet, but yet here he was, in the most illustrious flower garden he had ever seen. Everything had a sort of enchanted quality to it. The Force moved in mysterious ways, perhaps this was it trying to satisfy him. Not many knew this, but the Count had a soft spot for flowers. He had built one of the most extensive botanical gardens in the galaxy at his new palace, but that was nothing compared to this. Noticing that he still had his camera, he smiled slightly before beginning to look about. Glad he miraculously found strapped to his belt nearly infinite amounts of film, he began looking about, focusing on the specific flowers. There were scarlets, azures, saffrons, emeralds... he didn’t know where to start. Taking a deep breath, he immediately felt at ease, as the various fragrances of the flowers blended to get her to create a beautifuly light, yet sweet smell. Looking around, he could see some of the most comman flowers in the galaxy, ones that he was well aware of. But then there were ones that he had never even heard of before. He showed no discrimination, as the two side by side made an interesting contrast. He longed that he could be on a balcony overlooking this magnificent sight... one could wish. He instead began moving about, taking artful photos of the flowers, still hoping that the Force might decide to give him a balcony by which he could look over the magnificent sight.
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Post by Whill Shaman Chrysanthe on Oct 29, 2017 22:41:42 GMT -8
*Not many people came to visit the Temple of the Whills as of late, so the event came as a pleasant surprise to little Chrys. There had been another who came to the planet itself recently, but he didn't even come say "hi!" It had disappointed her, but he looked busy, so she let it go.
That didn't stop her from watching the newcomer as he appeared in space and made his way to the planet. She had read his intent, already knowing he was approaching the Temple, more specifically her domain! Although he had a strange intent... Possessed by a whim, she made herself hidden among her flowers, observing undetected. He seemed to be enjoying himself, something she quite appreciated, but still something piqued her curiosity.*
"You came to visit the Temple of the Whills just to take pictures of the flowers?" *The words came from everywhere at once, seemingly through the plants themselves.* "And with such an antiquated device too... I didn't know film even existed in our galaxy. And I know a lot of things!"
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Post by The Sable Count on Oct 30, 2017 6:22:48 GMT -8
Aderon turned to face the little Whill. She was very young, and had a wreath of flowers in her hair. However, though she was small, Aderon could sense she was immensely powerful in the Force. I mean, she was speaking through the plants. Standing up from the flower he was photographing, he bowed before her
“It’s alright. You need not hide from me. I’m a merely a humble Count, going about my buisness.
He paused to look around.
“How I ended up here I am unaware of, but whoever or whatever caused it, I am greatly indebted to them.
He paused and shook his head slightly.
“But where are my manners? Allow me to introduce myself. I am Count Aderon Dooku, and I did not come here just to take pictures of flowers. I came to look at them, the photos are just an added remembrance. You see, I have a bit of a love for flowers, and I generally enjoy looking at them. I have a botanical garden back home but this... it pales in comparison to all this. Unfortunately I can’t photograph the aroma of the flowers, but it is truly wonderful. Could this by chance all this belong to you?”
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Post by Whill Shaman Chrysanthe on Oct 30, 2017 14:36:16 GMT -8
*Contrary to what he believed, Chrys was not at all visible; she was, as described above, hidden somewhere in her realm, her voice manifesting from the flowers. Not hidden from fear, but out of curiosity and a bit of playfulness. Deciding to remain hidden, she giggled at his question and answered,* "Yep! All mine, from all across the galaxy! Any flower you can think of? I probably have it. Complete with the right environments to nurture them! Oh, you might want to be careful, since you're just a mortal and some of those might kill you."
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Post by The Sable Count on Oct 30, 2017 15:22:46 GMT -8
“I am quite aware of the deadly nature of some of these flowers...”
Looking out over the massive biomes, he was still in awe of the size of the massive area.
“Could you by chance be of any assistance? I am looking for some flowers for... someone special. Since your knowledge of flowers quite obviously surpasses mine, could you recommend one?”
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Post by Whill Shaman Chrysanthe on Oct 30, 2017 21:13:25 GMT -8
"'Someone special'?!" *This bit had eluded her, and it was also the most interesting. Deciding to drop her pretense, she took up her physical form. Bare feet stepped out from a nearby flower bush, revealing a small blond girl with a white dress and a crown of flowers. Her hands were folded behind her back and her mouth was parted in a grin.* "What are they like? I mean, if it were me, I'd love any flower, but not everyone's the same." *She pouted.* "I wish they were... But then I guess I wouldn't get to have as many flowers as I do, so maybe not."
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Post by The Sable Count on Oct 31, 2017 3:05:15 GMT -8
“Indeed... not everyone shares our passion for floral artifacts.”
Aderon smiled slightly, before bowing in front of the young Whill. Here indeed was a powerful individual.
“The person in question is someone I have known for a while... as in since birth. We were the best of friends, but we haven’t seen each other in a while. I would like to renew that friendship. The person is something of a perfectionist... she loves everything to be just so, and she loves the color white.”
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Post by Whill Shaman Chrysanthe on Nov 4, 2017 15:34:59 GMT -8
"Hmm... Well, it's a bit cliche, but why not white roses?" *The scene suddenly shifted as the two of them now stood in a completely different section of the garden, by several rose bushes. They came in many colors, but, of course, she indicated the white ones specifically.* "Or you could do carnations!" *Again they shifted, standing before the aforementioned plant. Chrys hummed to herself in thought, tapping her chin, then held up her finger.* "Or maybe white orchids!" *Once again, they stood in a new place; each time, the transition was seamless, and likely disorienting to one not used to such shifts.* "Some people like to use orchids as a symbol of 'refinement.' She sure sounds refined, so it may fit!"
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Post by The Sable Count on Nov 4, 2017 18:16:00 GMT -8
“Refined is putting it lightly...”
Aderon grinned slightly. He was slightly disoriented by the shifts, but was none the worse for wear. Both himself and her were of extremely refined tastes. And with their upbringing, who could blame them? Both had been groomed to be masters of etiquette, politics, customs, and patience. But moreover, they had been brought up with only the best. With such an upbringing, a more... elegant palette would be expected.
“I do quite like orchids, especially the white ones... I am sure she will as well.”
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Post by Whill Shaman Chrysanthe on Nov 12, 2017 14:48:13 GMT -8
"Well I certainly hope so!" *She folded her hands behind her back again and looked at the orchids herself.* "I'm... reluctant to give any of mine away... But I guess they'll grow back, so... You can take some of mine, if you want."
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Post by The Sable Count on Nov 12, 2017 19:00:54 GMT -8
“Oh no, I wouldn’t dream of it. I could probably find them somewhere else.”
Aderon looked over the sweeping fields.
“Seeing as my first and only order of business is finished, it’s now time that I turn my attention to the garden itself. I hope you don’t mind my staying here a while.”
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Post by Whill Shaman Chrysanthe on Nov 14, 2017 12:18:58 GMT -8
*His response brought much relief to her; she wasn't afraid to admit a bit of selfishness on her own part regarding her flowers. She smiled and nodded, starting to back away from him.* "I don't mind! Enjoy your stay, and I'll be watching..." *She backed into the nearest bush and once more she seemingly vanished from sight, again becoming the unseen sentinel of her garden.*
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Post by Lone Wolf on May 4, 2018 16:32:02 GMT -8
Strolling into the majestic garden the man was instantaneously captured and consumed by the intoxicating pacific ambiance of the setting. I could easily die here peacefully he thought. That simple perception collided head on with the violent primeval core that defined his being but he did not struggle allowing himself to be drawn in, be it only for a fleeting time. He was an exceptional person raised on a farm on an obscure planet of a remote region. Peculiar traits that he possessed did not go unnoticed but did little save ostracize him from the surrounding community. Only the odd figure simply known as The Old Man of the Forrest saved him from an obscure meaningless life. The journey between there and where he now stood was hard and made for a calloused individual. And so he basked in the peace and tranquility of this curious place. Laying a small package down he stood speaking slow and rhythmically
Gizhe Manidoo.... I’iw nama’ewinan, maaba asemaa, miinwaa n’ode’winaanin gda-bagidinimaagom....
Miigwech gda-igom n’mishomissinaanig miinwa n’ookomisinaanig jiinaago gaa-iyaajig, noongom e-iyaajig miinwaa waabang ge-iyaajig
Miigwech manidoog iyaajig noodinong, iyaajig nibiing, iyaajig shkodeng miinwa iyaajig akiing
Miigwech manidoog iyaajig giiwedinong, waabanong, zhaawanong miinwa epangishimok
Daga bi-wiidokawishinaang wii mino bimaadiziyaang
Voice rising up
Ahow!!!
And with that he stood silently taking in the beauty. Done with it all he stepped back turned and was gone in a flash
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Jul 14, 2018 12:37:29 GMT -8
Along the way between here and there the girls found themselves in Chrysanthe's Flower Garden. Walking on an exquisite plateau they basked in the intoxicating beauty. And as consequence neither could see it coming. What appeared a poorly groomed donkey suffering from a severe form of Anorexia trotted towards the girls. On a quick second take one realizes it as a canine. A transparently hungry canine.... An enormous hungry canine. The dog barreled into Morrígu as she turned raising her hands to defend herself. Maureen turning froze in terror as the animal struck. The screams of Morrígu being tore to pieces was sickening. Maureen closed her eyes and awaited her own demise. Yes, she could hear the screams
-Morrígu-
"Get it off!!! Get it off!!!"
Maureen's eyes snapped open as she realized a simple truth: screaming with your throat tore out was not possible. Wasit? Morrígu appeared to have kicked the beast away. Wow!!! She was tough. But the dog was not gone. It just stood menacingly and drooled. Drooling. Rabid!?! The tiny girl's heart began to pound like a jackhammer again. Then she noticed the tail wagging furiously. The dog was happy
Morrígu too observed the animal’s demeanor. Brows creasing she shrugged and abruptly dropped hands raised protectively. And the dog thrust viciously at her, tongue gently lapping away at any open flesh offered by the woman. After gaining control she stood bellowing
-Morrígu-
"Sit!!!"
To Maureen's amazment the beast sat obediently
Morrígu
"Now we need a name."
None answered straight away so Morrígu walked on leading her motley crew. They stopped at the entrance set to go but not quite ready to leave. After a long silence the child muttered
-Maureen-
"It's wonderful...."
Summing up the opinion among them all these words cued a move and the group crossed over the gateway
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Post by Whill Shaman Chrysanthe on Feb 5, 2019 22:48:57 GMT -8
*Chrys entered her gardens, pausing, frowning. Someone had been here... and left a small mess. She sighed and shook her head, glancing over at the ravens—presumably following her—and said,* "Sorry about the mess..." *She then continued on, taking her bouquet in the direction of the temperate biome.*
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Post by Huginn & Muninn on Feb 7, 2019 1:09:13 GMT -8
The two brothers pondered the question posed by the Whill as she made her way down to the gardens. They glided along behind her silently for a bit as she apologized, looking at each other, to her, to the surrounding gardens. To them, it was still immaculate, though their opinion of what mess was slightly altered.
<<I would presume that she would prefer to not be in the Valley of the Dead. It’s a might bit desolate down there; not much to do or see.>>
The two flew ahead of her and perched on a branch as she continued along to her destination. Their heads slowly turned to follow her gait.
<<Indeed. I hate going there myself, but I will go check on her and ask her if she wouldn’t hate being a Force Ghost till we can figure out how to get her back to her own home.>>
<< Whichever universe that may be>>
<<Aye>>
Huginn took flight headed into a nearby shadow of a stone where he vanished. Muninn took flight as well and silently beat his wings as he kept pace with Chrysanthe.
<<You leave these gardens open to anyone to walk in. Why?>>
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Post by Whill Shaman Chrysanthe on Feb 10, 2019 23:26:36 GMT -8
*Glad they had decided to actually ask their, er, "charge" her opinion, Chrys nodded and continued onward, finding a good spot to plant her flowers. She carefully unwrapped the bouquet, catching the now-exposed blossoms in her arm before temporarily discarding the wrapping. She then knelt down, touching the ground with her free hand. Reacting to her will, the dirt displaced itself, opening up a hole in the ground as it piled up around the edge like a rampart. She lowered the flowers above the new hole, allowing the roots to extend and make contact with the ground.
As they burrowed their way under the dirt, she covered them back up, glancing back up at Muninn and shrugging.* "I don't want to close them off. I want anyone who loves beauty as much as I do to come visit freely! Besides, I want to be here if someone wants to talk to me. I'm usually here..."
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Post by Huginn & Muninn on Feb 12, 2019 9:16:41 GMT -8
Muninn watched the Whill work her magic. It wasn’t really magic, but to him, the talents and skills required to accomplish such a feat were akin to magical abilities. He and his brother lacked the green appendages required to help make plants thrive. They were scavengers looking for stories to tell the Old Man when he awoke, even if that meant creating their own adventures in the meantime.
His head bounced from side to side as he watched her.
<<Do you get many visitors here? It feels as though you haven’t had much interaction here?>>
He pondered for a moment to consider why that may be a possibility.
<<What you have here is a galactic wonder, for sure. I wonder if you don’t get more visitors because your marketing of this place is too limited. I would suggest holoboards above the major traffic lanes, and you can charge people entrance to land here. You would have a booming economy>>
He laughed inwardly to himself just as Huginn flew in and perched beside him.
<<Well, what news have you of our little-lost soul?>>
Huginn sighed and hopped away from his brother, just out of reach.
<<She, uh, how do I put this?>>
<<Don’t tell me you lost her in the Valley.>>
<<She Fell.>>
<<She. Fell?>>
<<Aye. She fell.>>
<<Ok. So?>>
<<Brother, she fell into Chaos.>>
<<Oh. So, did you go there and find her?>>
<<So thats the deal, I couldn't find that part of the story. I don't think it has been created yet.>>
The two paused and looked down and around at the area. Muninn stretched his wings and rolled his head around before flying off without another word. Huginn remained and watched the Whill work.
<<So, Chrysanthe, have you thought about increasing your marketing budget for your gardens? I know a guy.>>
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Post by Whill Shaman Chrysanthe on Feb 14, 2019 21:49:56 GMT -8
*Chrys was about to answer Muninn's suggestions advertisement but she froze, mouth open, finger raised, when Huginn reappeared and conversed about the girl's fate. Said girl apparently "fell" into Chaos, but when Huginn explained why he hadn't made it there yet, her mouth shut and her upraised hand opened, a smack reverberating across the gardens as her palm met her forehead.
She looked up when again advertising was mentioned, shaking her head.* "It's true, I don't get that many visitors, but I feel like the Whills never do. That's fine. Advertising seems silly to me... I like being treated like a legend." *She folded her hands behind her back and giggled.*
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