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 Posted: Mon Mar 14, 2016 3:56 pm
This is a self roleplay for Ullúme Eressea (Mahogany Sunset).  I'm trying out a new form of roleplaying in the style of drabbles & flash fiction. Each of the posts will follow a moment in Ullúme's life, from birth to adulthood. I suppose we'll just see how it goes.
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Posted: Mon Mar 14, 2016 4:48 pm
Once upon a time, in the far northwestern forest of the Kawani, a princess was born. As had been the tradition for generations before her, she was washed clean in blessed water, dried with a soft mat of beaten grass, and placed in a basket to keep her safe from the world until she was ready to truly enter it. Her parents, the king and queen of their woodland realm, each pulled a forget-me-not from where they blossomed behind their horns and placed them before their daughter's basket.
The soft, silken shine of cerulean blue would be the first color her golden eyes would see of the world, followed closely by the deep green hue of the grass below.
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Posted: Mon Mar 14, 2016 5:42 pm
The shimmer of sunlight on petals was the first sighted memory that the princess had. She did not have the words to describe it, but she heard the warm, familiar voices that felt like they belonged to her. They had whispered to her while she had been in the dark, sung sweet songs in a lilting language that she did not yet know.
The green grass beneath the petals smelled like home.
"Írima rel," singsonged a high voice from above her. The princess looked up, and bright amber eyes smiled down at her.
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Posted: Mon Mar 14, 2016 8:31 pm
Many moons passed before the princess learned to speak fluently the beautiful language of her parents, and yet more passed before she was given her name. But finally, beneath the light of the stars and twelve moons after her emergence, she was named.
Her mother, Ilfiriniel of the amber eyes, spoke in the moonlight. Her voice resonated across the silver glass of the stream surface, the same stream whose water had blessed the princess at her birth.
"Silme, aista írima relo as i essecarme Ullúme. Nai se na ullúme mí lio indor."
'Ullúme,' she thought, 'esse na Ullúme.'
My name is "forever."Starlight, bless our lovely daughter with the name-making "forever". May it be she is forever in the hearts of the people.
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