Ianthe
Run-away Aristocrat of The Wilds
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Whimsical Endeavors
Spellbound soft spoken ✧ intelligent ✧ tender ✧ endearing ✧ bashful ✧ observant ✧ impish Silken strands of warm honey-dipped words ooze in a soft, crisp and cooling lute of a wintry solstice. Alluring mystery canters genuine contours – oft ponderous and wonderment leave in question for a woman hardly ever sought. She intertwines her personality between a delicacy of etiquette and mannerism to a devilish, impish prime that seems almost unbelievable upon first sight. Manipulation swirls and pours from soft lips, in whispering words of sweet serenity. Truth or dare lingers in a game of satisfaction as she ails for triumph, poised in deadly curiosity. Yet so painstakingly gentle with her way of words – it is almost deniably unbearable with hardly a sign of impatience and intolerance, she is quick with wit and steadily on her feet. Opinion slips from time to time, as she does have a voice should one question, she will certainly expose with bold justification. She is sturdy with her words in curt, whimsy words and filled with the most unimaginable patience, like a determined mother with a fitful child.
All of this only unravels itself as she grows more comfortable and accustom to her surroundings. Upon the first approach, Pixie is known to expose a bashful personality. A sheepish bat of her lashes as she avoids imposing distance between herself and the social groups around her. She has a passion for the plant-life surrounding her, as being part of plant life herself. She is respectful of their places and hardly touches plants which are not meant to be harvested just yet. She is highly intelligent, however mindful of her own choice of verbal approach.
The Last Primrose A noble, prestigious family of five housed with a doting father and an impossibly suffocating mother. Two brothers: twins, and otherwise best friends with one another. They ensured to include their younger sister in their daring adventures of what any child could design. That was until the shrilling scolds of their mother ruined the moment of relief. That is not how ladies behave. Such words were on the constant. It was all she ever heard from her. Sit up straight, shoulders back, no, no that’s far too sloppy. In the eyes of her mother, she was nothing more than a porcelain doll meant to be on display. Her mischief led her to the nickname of Pixie – escaping from the windows of her room to slipping underneath the wheels of carts with the aid of none other than her brothers and sometimes, even her own father.
A draft did not keep her brothers away for too long though a plague that broke through their homeland did not hesitate to steal away her parents. Her mothers will still seeking to tighten those hypothetical chains of her only daughter was to ensure she arranged marriage. Her brothers, however remained the wall of defiance until their untimely demise came when their home was infiltrated. They ensured their sisters safety but at their own expense.
Familiar Portraits
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