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Allure
Stormowalf - She/Her - 16
a young part time archivist for her town's
City Hall, despite its small size, her
town has a rich history and needs the
aid of an archivist to keep everything
in order. She is also an author-in-training
and would love to become a successful
author in the future.
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XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXDahlias; a symbol for elegance, dignity, inner strength and creativity. Allure loved Dahlias, as a small kit her mother planted bunches of them in the large garden in their backyard. She still remembers when she watched her mother's pristine white back as she bent down to tend to the dainty little flowers in their soft flower bed. Allure never really understood her mother's unwavering joy for gardening, to her it seemed too much work but she still enjoyed sniffing all the blooming flowers in spring, they smelled oh so sweet.
Her mother often told her to be like a Dahalia, she practically was brought up one, elegant and to hold her head high with dignity. Allure was a lady, she swaggered around town with an elegance that no other could mimic. As her mother often taught her, she pointed her snout to the sky and flashed a regal grin to passersby. Many laughed at her. They told her no woman should have that much confidence, that she should keep her head down and bowed to those males, or else she'd never get a mate.
Allure did not care. She had suitors but she turned most of them down. She valued her freedom over a man. She had strived to become an author when she was a little kit. She had the creativity for one anyways, she had ideas no other could even think of. Worlds no other could even begin to explore. She worked part-time in the city hall archive to keep food on the table but her ultimate dream? Would definitely to be a successful author.
Dahlias bear many meanings and even though she could not even begin to say that she could represent them all, Allure loves the beautiful flowers so.