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Meet Artemisia, her name is from greek origin and means 'memory'. she is named after the flowers she was born from in the sense that they are used as gifts of remembrance. she is very proud of her name and rather arrogant about her importance in the essentials of remembering those who have passed.

her favourite memory is from when she was very young. she remembers when she used to sit beside the other flowers in her home and just watch them, she used to watch the seeds of the dandelions fly away and she always tried to catch them. However, her memory is from the day she actually caught one. she held it in her hands and it felt amazing to her, she loved the buzz of excitement it gave her to catch the seed of the flower.

another memory which sticks with her is when she participated in a flower festival at a rather young age. she was the main singer, with a voice like an angel. she belted out her beautiful song while being showered by soft baby blue petals and she loved it. she loved the way they floated and fell around her, and that is remembered, even until now and she doesn't object, she just goes with out. With nicknames sprouting up all over the place for her, she doesn't really know if people remember her real name. Also, the story is twisted and changed, so she doesn't even know if they remember it was actually her, which is ironic to her considering her flower and it often makes her giggle.

[wolfpuppies]

Chun-Hua Ying
Chinese name. The first part of her name means spring flower or spring magnificence; the latter part means petal, admirable, outstanding, and heroic.

Chun-Hua Ying has a photogenic memory. However it isn't a complete one like they stereotypically portray. She can remember anything if it's connected to something important to her. If it's connected with an emotion or something she deems important - its automatically imprinted on her memory. Other details, like her surroundings in general or events that aren't important don't stick in the clarity that those she does care about do.

Her most cherished memory is that of the first time she saw fawns playing in a field. While she had no emotional attachment to her, the feelings she ended up getting are what helped to imprint the details within her mind.
It was mid-morning, approximately nine forty five. The sun was blazing bright but had yet to warm the forests to more than sixty five degrees Fahrenheit. The light fog and dew had long since dissolved despite the coolness of the morning. She had just picked some wild berries - blackberries. No wind blew for the first hour of her watching the field. Only thin wispy clouds drifted slowly across the sky. Not a single one of the herd of thirty seven deer and sixteen fawns wandered close to the trees or the shadows they cast.
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Another memory she loves is one involving watching the celebration among the Nymphs.
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One memory, which she wishes she didn't have but will forever remain with her, is the death of a beautiful black pelted vixen and her little red kits.
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Breathe and I'll carry you
Away into the velvet sky
And we'll stir the stars around
And watch them fall away
Into the Hudson Bay
And plummet out of sight and sound
The open summer breeze will
Sweep you through the hills
Where I live in the alpine heights
Below the Northern Lights
I spend my coldest nights
Alone, awake and thinking of
The weekend we were in love

I am floating away
Lost in a silent ballet
I'm dreaming you're out
In the blue and I am right beside you
Awake to take in the view
Late nights and early parades
Still photos and noisy arcades
My darling, we're both on the wing,
Look down and keep on singing!
And we can go anywhere

Home among these mountain tops
Can be so awfully dull
A thousand miles from the tide
But photos on the walls
Of New York shopping malls
Distract me so I stay inside
I wish the rockets stayed over the promenade
Cuz I would make a hook and eye
And fish them from the sky,
My darling, she and I
We're hanging on so take us high
To sing the world goodbye...

[Wulfjaw]

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Ｎｏｗ Ｉ＇ｍ Ｆｅｅｌｉｎｇ Ｎｏｓｔａｌｇｉｃ．．．

I sang my princess fast asleep,
'Cause she was my dream come true.
Oh, Annmarie, believe me, I loved you.

But now those lonely lullabies
Just dampen my tired eyes,
Because I can't forget you...
Because I can't forget you.

I'll dissolve when the rain pours in
When the nightmares take me.
I will scream with the howling wind,
'Cause it's a bitter world, and I'd rather dream.

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what's in a name ?

Her name is Myo. It is the first three letters of Myosotis, the genus forget me nots are from.



take a trip down memory lane

We used to be the best of friends, her and I. It's painful to even think about her now.
It all started when I was only thirteen, and it was like any other day. Until I noticed the looks people were giving me. Some looked sympathetic, like a tragedy had just happened, or they looked disgusted. There were a few that even appeared curious.
At first, I thought there was something on my face. I checked about bajillion times, but there was nothing there! I was so humiliated by everyone's stares that I went back home. What was going on? I felt so humiliated and fragile. I wanted to cry, even.

[silkwurm]

name : amaya.



" it's just amaya, plain and simple. "

" i don't believe that, from what i've seen so far, you are not just plain and simple. "

if the two hadn't have met, that one stormy day,
i would think that amaya would've turned out
differently. she wouldn't of had a "sister" as
bridget used to say.

amaya's favorite memory of her friend bridget
would have to be the day they met. because
that was the day amaya met her best friend.

wip.

eeep she's such a cutie.

and forget me nots are my favorite. ♥

[Garf]

Nymph's Name: Skylar
My Story:

Bright blue dust swirled around the beautiful flowers, the flowers turn a brilliant shade of blue as soon as the crystal moon hit. The nymphs were elegant and beautiful with long flowing hair. They worried about the sudden change in the flowers as soon as the mystical moon shined on them. Alas everyone knew what was coming, A new nymph but what was this nymph going to be like? Each day inched closer until a new nymph flew softly out of a new rose but this certain rose had turned blue as all the other flowers faded away slowly but surely this was the only blue flower left. This made the new nymph shake with fear she wasn't strong or brave or daring. She was just Skylar.. A normal nymph. At least she hoped she was normal or the other nymphs may be afraid of her. Skylar's soft hair whipped around her body as she stared unknowing at the ground. "Welcome!" a older nymph said with a caring smile. "I'm Denna,'' She said as she shook Skylar's hand. "You got a lot to learn about this place." Denna said calmly as Skylar looked up at her. Why is she being so friendly? The rest of them are terrified of me. Denna seemed to have read her mind. "I'm just here to show you around. I don't have to be friendly," She looked at Skylar's face. Well that's supporting. thought Skylar. ''I could just act like this." Denna made a silly looking grumpy face and pointed out things in the very bored tourist guide kind of way. Skylar bursted out with laugher. Then covered her mouth as Denna sent her a strange look. Denna started to laugh then Skylar joined in again.

And that's my favorite memory my first friend Denna Gant Recordo

[Akami-chan]

Forms are closed and judging has concluded!
Congratulations to pastel stitchings on winning Adele the Forget Me Not Nymph!

[deletethisaccount145]

I almost just had a heart attack. Oh my gosh thank you so much! TwT

[scolipede.]

Congrats on winning her! :'D

[dilly.]

Congrats pastel!