[father]

ʙᴀɴᴋ ✦ ʀᴜʟᴇs✦ ʀᴀʀɪᴛʏ ᴄʜᴀʀᴛ✦ ᴀᴡᴀᴋᴇɴɪɴɢ ɢᴜɪᴅᴇ ✦ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛ ɢᴜɪᴅᴇ ✦ ᴀʀᴄʜɪᴠᴇs ✦ ᴀʀᴛɪsᴛ sᴇᴀʀᴄʜ ✦

hi yall im a trial artist B^) very excited to make some sweet adopts

this envoy has the rank of fledgling and they have the potential to reach throne!

fledgling ★✰✰✰
-large headwings
-citrine core
-hair
-round pupils

to win this envoy, write (400 words max) or draw (one image only with 30 words max to explain) something about their relationship to their flowers! prettying up is fine. this ends in a little over one week, on June 15th at 11:59 PM EST.

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[b]username:[/b]
[b]envoy name:[/b]
[b]flowers:[/b] (400 words max or 1 drawing)

good luck!!

[.sins.]

username: .sins.
envoy name: Nyx
flowers: wip
- Self centered
- Extra special care
- "Queen of hearts"
- "Flowers paint you"

[atlas;]

username: luminous.

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T Y S O N

The delicate paper withers slightly as Tyson writes. His words stream out
gracefully, filling the page with thick black strokes. Sometimes it seems as if
Tyson is unaware of what he's doing; it's like he's in a trance. Tyson moves
slowly, gently folding the letter in half and slipping it into its respective
envelope. He closes the envelope, ensuring that no edges stick out, and
there are no rumples in the aging paper.
That's one of Tyson's favorite things. Thick, aging paper. The kind that's
dusty and browning at the edges. The kind that seems to scream out
to you when you're passing by, beckoning you to sit down and write
all over it. Carefully, he pulls a delicate rose out of the small vase sit
ting in front of him. He pushes it lightly against the paper, making sure
the adhesive he'd applied to it earlier held the rose tight. When he's
sure it won't fall, he takes his inking pen out again and spells out the
name "Andrea". This woman is hurting deeply, as her daughter
died in a car accident. Tyson feels a dark sense of pain rising in his chest,
and he struggles to push it down. What the woman is going through
must be heart-wrenchingly painful if it makes someone who doesn't
even know the family feel undeniably guilty. Moving on, he slips
the rose-adorned envelope into the large cardboard box sitting next
to him. He pulls out another piece of paper, and checks his list to see
who he is writing to next. This letter is for a man name Stephen. He
lost both his legs in a war, and has given up almost all his hope for a new,
better life. Tyson moves his arm in big, swishing movements as he
writes his unique words of encouragement to this hurting man. When
he finishes, he reaches for another rose, this time writing a
small poem about the rawness of reality and the promise of hope upon
its soft petals. Slipping this letter into the box, he stands up quickly ,
reaching down to grab the box. In a swift movement, he's out the door,
gliding gracefully down the road, the soft soil comforting his feet. Life
in the country is peaceful, and so he moved there to have a more
serene environment to work on his letters. Tyson walks up to a quaint,
sweet-smelling cottage. He knocks gently on the door, slipping a letter
under the door. In a moment, footsteps can be heard, so Tyson hides
behind a bush. Faint sniffling sounds from inside, so Tyson knows the
woman has read the letter. Quickly but silently, Tyson reaches into
into his satchel and garbs a handful of petals, scattering them across
the doorstep. He whisks himself away from the door just as the woman
opens it and looks around for whoever left the letter. She spots the petals
and squats down, scooping them into her hands. As she does so, she catches
a glimpse of Tyson's face, peering softly through the bushes. A single tear
rolls down her cheek as she mouths thank you, and turns around,
closing the wooden door behind her. Tyson slinks away from the bushes,
breathing in the still night air as he walks to the next house. The brick-
walled cottage lies peacefully at the corner of the quiet road. Soft smoke
rises from the chimney, billowing into the night sky. A man sits on the porch,
sobbing silently, moving back and forth in his rocking chair. His face is in his
hands, and his arms are slick with tears. Both his legs are missing. Tyson
walks slowly up the stairs. When he speaks, his voice is like a chorus of angels,
soft and caring.
"Sir? Sir, it'll be alright. Don't you worry about a thing," Tyson says. The man
looks up, his eyes red from crying.
"There's always another way."

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[CosmicDoge]

username:
CosmicDoge
envoy name:
Juniper
flowers:
On a warm but windy morning, young Juniper walked beside his mother. The sunlight shined between the tree trunks in the freshly awaken forest that Juniper and his mother were walking in. A few tall shrubs seemed to be hiding a clearing up ahead. One of the shrubs was leaning just enough to give a space that he or his mother could go through. “Go on,” she smiled and gestured for him to through the gap. He looked at her with a confused look before reaching out and pushing aside a few branches to get through. Once on the other side, he looked up and saw a huge field full of a bunch of different flowers. Butterflies were gliding in the wind or clinging to petals as small gusts of wind blew around pollen and loose petals. The air smelled so fresh and beautiful, and the sun shined ahead of him above the horizon. He gazed at the marvelous view for a second before covering one hand over his eyes to shield them from the sun’s rays. His mother walked over beside him.
“Beautiful isn’t it, my son?”
He looked up at her with a smile and his eyes luminous. She took him by his hand and led him to a small patch of vibrate red flowers that looked almost like roses. She knelt down beside the flowers and he sat down beside her. She held out her hand to one of the flowers and gently touched one of its petals.
“These are my favorite flowers,” she told him, “their color represents passion, motivation, strength and courage. Those are traits that you must never lose, because they make up who you are. You are a nice boy; you always have been. You stand up to your friends and are motivated to always become a better version of yourself. Life will challenge those traits, but you must preserver, always.”
She then stood up, took him by the hand, and led him back the way they came.
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He stood by the door; his belt bag full of his mother’s favorite flowers.
“I’ll never forget your words mom, and I’ll always love you!”
He smiled before walking away. Only turning back once to see her waving. A tear ran down her face while she gave off a faint smile beneath the tears.
“I’ll always love you too,” she answered. (397/400)

[zaz]

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[Vordai]

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username Zith
envoy name Oleander


Oleander is a shy, young Envoy who finds it difficult to convey the real meaning behind his words. To that end, he uses the flowers that surround him to help get the meaning across for him. For him, saying thank you doesn't feel the same as sending someone a bouquet of peach roses or even pink carnations, both of which are known to symbolise gratitude. While the Fledgling can speak, he is often quiet and soft in his demeanour. However, the others in his group are very understanding and somehow seem to know just what he's after. Oleander can always be seen carrying a mix of different flora in a special basket by his hip, so as to not be caught of guard if he has the need to say something with meaning.

Should the flower-bearing Envoy take a liking to you, you can be assured that he'll present you with a white and yellow rose. These two flowers are meant to convey the beginning of a new friendship and it's only the start of the dozens of flowers you're sure to receive in the future. While the others in his group sell their wares, Oleander prefers to wander around the perimeter handing out various flowers to random individuals. He means to wish them good luck and prosperous health and this is all done with a shy yet hopeful smile. This Envoy is very thankful for their special relationship with flowers as it means that he's still able to express himself when words fail him.

The shy individual's love for flowers stems from an old meeting with a mysterious Envoy he longs to meet once more. He had been handed one such bloom in the past, and now, an unanswered question lies between them. Thus, Oleander searches for this Envoy, in the hopes that he can return the favour with a flower of his own. At first he had had no idea what this gift could possibly mean. It was only through lots of time and heavy study that he finally understood the stranger's query and how the flora could help him.

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