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 Posted: Fri May 02, 2014 12:19 am
 Having decided to go to stretch her wings in the nearby forest in the warmth of the day, Delyth was about the side of a monarch butterfly as she moved between the flowers. Unlike some, she preferred to remain a smaller size for large stretches of time. It allowed her to remain hidden, yes, but it also made all the little details of the world appear so much more vibrantly. She could see the remaining dew resting in pools on green leaves streaked with various hues and veins; smell the earth and the crispness clearly; hear the crickets singing to her as the sun's rays warmed her skin, run her fingers in all the crevasses of a piece of bark.
Sometimes she wished she had simply been borne an insect so this could be her life always.
But if that had been the case, she never would have gotten to meet her queen, would she? Probably not. That alone made her glad such a thing had never happened and made her grateful to be able to be a part of both worlds: of flutters and butterflies. These were the thoughts running through her head as she sat on a growing flower's petals, her hands resting behind her and her wings folded down.
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Posted: Fri May 02, 2014 12:52 am
 Irian being the only female in her tree aside from her queen, was probably one of the few who spent hours in the flower fields picking flowers to take inside her nook. This was at least her own opinion, most of the guys had seemed more into ... well... guy things and for that reason, she was in a ... mood....
Irian tromped through the field of flowers, she was searching for those just right ones for each spot in her nook. She had more then once picked a flower and tossed it to one side when it didn't suit the arrangement in her basket. She'd shoo-ed more then one little bee or butterfly away so she could pick one, and picking it even if it didn't move. And this is what happened with the flower next to Delyth. "Oh chrimany..." she muttered annoyed at the bugs on the flowers she wanted, and she took a swipe at the flower stems to pick them.
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Posted: Sat May 03, 2014 3:19 am
When one was smaller, they were also more sensitive to the smallest of changes in the environment around them, such as air flow and vibrations caused by larger creatures approaching. The flower's surface trembled underneath her as a shadow overhead began to loom, a hand reaching to shield her eyes from the sun as she looked up at what it could be. Wait, was that...?
Had she ever seen such a flutter in the--
She hadn't even the time to finish her thoughts before a huge wave of air pressed against her body, making her fall over onto all fours. Hey! That wasn't nice! Shouldn't a flutter be able to tell one of their own from a beetle or something, not that you should be so rough with those either. Rather than getting off (there wasn't enough time to leave) the Delyth braced herself on the flower's petal and waited for the ensuing change in air pressure and rush from being lifted so quickly.
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Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2015 7:28 pm
She lifted the flower in question and saw something clinging to it, surely a bug would have flown away. Then she noticed it was a flutter. And a female one at that! Meant it wasn't from her tree, she didn't shake the flower not that she wasn't tempted to. "Do you really have to be on the flower i want for my nook?" she questioned the female. Though a better question probably would have been to ask why she was this close to her tree.
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Posted: Wed Jan 21, 2015 1:06 pm
One might normally fire off a cross sort of remark to being dislodged, uprooted, and then talked down to by a not-so-stranger of the other tree. In fact, most would probably have a select choice of words to say in such a circumstance with a very colourful sort of language.
Delyth was not one of those.
Averting her eyes as her vision stilled and she returned to her proper orientation, her voice, though not particularly soft, might have been lost due to her size. "I-I was he-here... first..." she managed, glancing up and then away. It might have been just about all of the authority she could manage from that timid body of hers.
Part of her, though, wondered if she really was being a burden by having left to converse through action with the insects around her. If she was neglecting her duties as druid or if she was bothering others by doing so. Maybe she should have just stayed at home after all...
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