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#1Hikari Snow 

Default on Fri May 04, 2018 2:10 am

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Snowflake

Beyond The Sun & Stars


The winter time has passed in its sombre majesty; having brought us skies of richly marbled greys and trees so elegant in their bare beauty. Those cold days for calmness and reflection are waning and a new energy rises. On this spring day, Snowflake sees the flowers that are to colour her world for the warmer days to come, waving in the breeze like a smile born of the cosmos—happiness in brilliant shades. She lets her eyes flow from tree to tree, noticing the buds ready to open into the light, to be as green flags in the ever-warming wind and the spring flowers ignite an inner smile, the kind that burns warm and long. They are as candle flames, their colours as light in darkness, illuminating the world after a long wintry cold.

The flower festival seemed to continue over the days and more people—young and old alike—would crowd in the streets of Orchidia. The festival was always a place of unrestrained joy. The costumes lit up the summer’s day, a riot of colour to rival any gardener’s paradise. Music filled the air, festive beats lifted the spirits, and it was time to celebrate the wonders of nature, Spring. But, one young woman would be muddled in the crowd, her eyes darting here and there with nothing in particular on her mind, unknowing what to pursue first. She looked rather uncomfortable, being in the midst of people, which she normally had an aversion to, nevertheless, she couldn’t miss the festival. While the majority of the community wore kimonos, she decided to stick to a comfortable outfit instead.

After all, she was simply just here to enjoy the flowers.

The bustling streets and the burst of bright colours ahead was quite a change of sight from when she was in Magnolia and it wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. In fact, it was the sort of change she needed to perceive after remaining in the same boring location for months without travelling anywhere. For some reason, it was aesthetic, pleasing to the naked eye and she couldn’t help but dazed by the beauty of the festival.


#2Alisa Vollan 

Default on Fri May 04, 2018 8:02 am

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Far from hot enough for Alisa to long for that frigid air of winter, the sculptress nonetheless noticed days growing longer by the week, the sun
warmer and the winds stronger.

She wore her hair loose this time around, but even then Alisa stood powerless to resist the panache of all the ornaments she could choose from, styling it with a wide blue flower. Eastern women were far more creative with them, where even a casual choice of item boasted a significant flair, the likes of which a Fiorian woman would seldom wear anywhere other than in a stylish gala. Kimono like the black one she had one comprised the norm in those faraway lands, though hardly baring her shoulders and plunging cleavage as such... The looseness highlighted her naturally curvaceous figure without needlessly bolstering it, making up a refined that appearance that still focused on the woman's natural beauty.

Eastern calligraphy however, was a different beast altogether - with as many kinds as there were variants and offshoots of the Sinese alphabet. A gorgeous, exquisitly complex beast, nearly impossible to tame even for a woman as intelligent as Alisa. If only it were as easy as butchering it, she'd have mastered the whole thing already...

But here she was, with a brush and piece of paper in hand - her face a fair bit more focused than her laid back usual - the sculptress sampled different brush strokes until she'd come up with a satisfying look for even a single character, but even when it finally pleased her artistic sense, she couldn't help feeling the actual literary part was yet lacking something. She furrowed her brow as she looked at it, but her supposed teacher simply smiled and nodded, and she wondered if he could even speak any Fiorian... Alisa kept trying it though, until the moment a cool breeze drew her gaze sideways, rippling her long hair and sleeves about as her glossy lips drew into a smile:

"Oh, long time no see~... Good afternoon Snow~", greeted the artist, looking away from her brush and paper to look towards the new arrival, an old friend and guild master.

Like the silvery beauty, Alisa's loathing of crowds had lead her away towards one of the many festival stands, where a friendly looking old man honored the eastern theme of this festival by teaching people a fair bit of that foreign literature that every so often made its way here... Not many people looked interested though, at least not this early in the day... Only time would tell if Snow too had been lured here by the stand, Alisa's presence, or perhaps even a causal stroke of fate. Perhaps she too had simply tried to bustle away from the crowd and wandered here, just as the tall woman did.



Strength is also Beauty



"With Spring comes renewal..."
- Alisa Vollan

credit to nat of adoxography.

#3Hikari Snow 

Default on Sat May 05, 2018 6:00 am

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Snowflake

Beyond The Sun & Stars


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It wasn’t unusual for the white haired beauty to be lost among the streets, in fact, it was almost as if it were one of her silly habits that she seemed to be unable to get rid of. Heels clacked against the paved roads, and beneath the linings of her worn shoes was the sound the scattering, most notably tiny mounds of pebble and dirt that filtered through the spaces in her steps. At her foot, the female would kick at a stray pebble, watching it rotate over the dust for several turns, unsure of where to head and doubtful if she had anything left to do in an area. She’d visited every stall that filled up the streets of Orchidia—well, the food ones at the very least, and they were the only ones that mattered to her, were they not?

Having so much time spent doing nothing but eating traditional food from the festival, Snowflake deserved a break, or perhaps a walk to digest all the food that entered her stomach a mere second ago. Although it was spring, the cold winds from the winter still lingered as the chill seeped into her bones. Her fingers reached for the rim of her outfit, pulling it tighter over her shoulders for a warmth that was so greedily coveted, but was sought for in vain. Black in colour, her attire did not attract any particular attention from the others, unlike those who walked past her with bright, colourful kimonos and she willed herself to melt into the shadows, to become nothing more than a slip of darkness.

Her silver hair flowed around her youthful face like a river of moonlight as she weaved through the crowds, edging through the dense flow of people. Her eyes were crystal, sparkling blue and grey, and her skin was white as alabaster. Cherry blossom flowers laid by her foot before she’d stop and knelt down to collect it, only to slip the flower between her silky strands of hair and wore it like how every other maiden would.

A familiar voice registered into her mind from a fair distance, that her brain waves suddenly reacted with a jolt, her head whipping immediately to the source of the sound. Sapphire eyes came to meet a gaze of scarlet, fused with diversity and her lips slightly parted from awe, followed by a soft smile that grew on the curved line of her lips. ”I didn’t expect to see you here, Alisa. Good afternoon,” the woman greeted, her eyes idly glossing over the figure of the other beauty. ”You still look stunning as ever, even more with a kimono.” It has been quite a while since their last rendezvous, although her closest friends never seemed to leave her mind wherever she went.

”How’s the festival treating you? Enjoying so far?”


#4Alisa Vollan 

Default on Sat May 05, 2018 12:13 pm

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Alisa felt more at home with this pleasant chill, in some places in the south even Spring got too hot to handle at times. But Alisa really wasn't so far away from her hometown, and that simple notion helped keep a pleasant smile on her face as she inhaled this pleasantly familiar northern air. The calligraphy paper in her hand brough a different sort of emotion... An interesting challenge, certainly, but she found herself squinting whenever she looked at it, as she she tried to make sense of the details behind the character she wrote, had she actually written it correctly...

For now though, she'd much rather catch up with Snow
 
"Likewise~ Though even with so many people, we're bound to run into some friends every so often...", acknowledged the sculptress, finally putting down the brush and paper over the festival stand, where the old man simply nodded at her efforts. Clearly it wasn't that bad, and made the artist beam a bit brighter at her snowy friend, reaching a humbled hand to her neck, "Thank you~", yet this finally made her appreciate the ice woman's own beauty, in a way she initially missed...

As she looked down her form - appreciating her choice of look with an approving smile - Alisa fully noticed how her Guild Master had returned to her older look, and clad herself in a Kimono even shorter than her own; fully matching her favorite color scheme from those days:

"Though you look ravishing yourself~ I like how you went back to your older look. Suits you better~", she winked, noticing how she'd gone to a heap of trouble to restore her old cyborg look, despite now lacking the necessary robotics. Curious about the change, she rested a hand on one hip as she pushed it to that side, resting her weight one one leg as she inquired, "I hadn't taken you for the nostalgic type~"

A question disguised as playful tease; belying her curiosity, even though Snow had ample room to avoid answering should she not feel like sharing it, but for Alisa this hardly qualified as a private inquiry.

The sculptress herself changed her appearance very regularly, but she mostly focused on her clothes, and at time, her hair. She rarely went as far as seeking a more profound shape one could only acquire through magic, but alas, that seemed a really popular choice for a change of looks nowadays.

"Quite a lot actually, Orchidia looks splendid at this time of the year. It had been a while since I last saw it~ How about you?", she tilted her head, looking curiously at her guildmaster, wondering how she'd feel about the lovely, flowery scenery all around them, "Had you ever seen Orchidia in bloom?"




Strength is also Beauty



"With Spring comes renewal..."
- Alisa Vollan

credit to nat of adoxography.



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#5Hikari Snow 

Default on Wed May 09, 2018 8:21 am

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”Really?” – was her immediate response upon her dear friend’s compliment, and somehow, that seemed to have left her lips in a more excited tone than she would have liked—not that it mattered. After God knows how long she’d been standing and walking through these bustling streets of Orchidia, she’d take a seat nearby, crossing her legs in the immediate process. ”Indeed,” she’d nod in agreement. There were too many people in the town—far too many than she’d ever seen in Orchidia, and it was undoubtedly due to the festival that took place in this particular area.

Silvery optics idly glided over to the work that Alisa had been working previously before she entered the scene. ”Calligraphy?” she piqued in, studying it curiously. ”That’s an interesting hobby, I’d say.” Not many attempted to commit to such an activity, and although it wasn’t of her interest, she found the practice a beautiful form of art.

There wasn’t any particular reason as to why she suddenly decided to change her appearance, and when people brings the topic into discussion, the only response she’d have was a blank stare—as could been seen from her in this situation. ”I don’t really know…I do miss my long hair though,” added the frosty maiden, her fingers reaching to tug on the ends of her hair gently; a habit that she’d collected a while ago when she felt indecisive.

Snowflake wasn’t sure which look she preferred and truth be told, her cyborg appearance had more stories than she could ever tell, which was perhaps one of the reasons why she wanted it to be still a part of herself. Albeit, her preference for longer hair evidently outweigh the other, nevertheless, she decided to remain with her current appearance for the moment and perhaps, even for the longer term.

”Oh no, this is my first time witnessing the Orchidia flowers in bloom. I must say that it’s really beautiful—maybe one of the most beautiful sights I’ve ever seen.”

It has been months since she’d last visited Orchidia and none of her trips were meant for relaxation, more so, to complete quests or when she was simply dropping by for a mission, though she always enjoyed the verdant trees and the greenery that filled the city more than any other town she’d ever travelled to. ”I heard they used to have a hot spring around here, not sure if it still exists.” She should have paid a visit while she had the chance since hot springs appeared to be somewhat of rarity these days, and it’s rather difficult to find a good one, like the baths in Magnolia.


#6Alisa Vollan 

Default on Wed May 09, 2018 12:50 pm

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Alisa could count with her fingers the amount of times she'd seen Snow smile. Indeed they were few and far between, which made even that scarcest hint on her lips thoroughly noticeable, and she took in every contour. As she sat down on a nearby chair, Alisa joined her, gracefully crossing her legs and resting both hands upon her knee

"Well, I'd hardly call it a hobby~...", she replied, glancing away and rubbing her temple; by her own admission, "I haven't practiced nearly enough to call it such."

She saw it more as a seasonal pasttime to be indulged in at this time of the year, or at least in thematic festivals such as these. Instead, she found herself turning one palm face up and delving into her actual hobby, sculpting. She'd been too focused on battle and too little on her art, but thankfully this festival came to put everything into perspective. With her sculpting now second nature, she could rely solely on her sense of touch and keep her eyes set on Snow, as she fiddled with her hair rather endearingly. As with most things, she seemingly viewed her change in a mostly neutral light, not bothered nor excited over it, but then she'd never been really attuned with her emotions, possibly even less so than the aloof Alisa herself. For the sculptress, what started as a defense mechanism eventually became a central piece of her identity, that cool, elegant demeanor she cultivated until she no longer imagined herself without it.

That side of her never truly changed as she strove for improvement within Blue Pegasus, but simply took on a different facet, one she readily welcomed as her true self:

"It really is, huh...?", replied the sculptress, looking off almost longingly into the distance, into the park where most of the festival congregated, "Taking in a sight like this - if only once a year - defenitely helps puts your mind at ease..."

Spending so long preoccupied with war and power struggles often leads to forgetting what truly matters, all the stunning sights this world has to offer, and the loved ones who'd admire them beside you. With that though, her shimmering gaze moved right back to the snow white beauty, with a mental note to possibly come by all together next time. They hadn't gotten together as a guild for far too long...

Alisa for one hadn't seen Finn or Chel in months, far less so than Snow, Espy or Lia.

She should rectify that soon enough.

"It probably still does...", added Alisa, looking back over her shoulder, back at the way she came as she squinted. Now that she thought about it, she was pretty sure she'd seen one such hot springs on the way here, more specifically, a hot springs inn. Might not even be the only one, but so far it defenitely was the only one she could think of, "Matter of fact, I'm pretty sure its this way if you'd like to have a look."

Pointing her thumb back in that direction, she looked back at Snow with a clever smirk. The Guild Master had truly given her a delightful idea, and the more she thought about it the better the idea seemed. For a woman who divided her time between idle contemplation and sporty conditioning, soaking the soreness away in the hot springs defenitly stood up there among her favorite settings for the former. Perhaps Snow would join her, but at this point Alisa had already decided she wouldn't return to the hotel without finding those hot springs first.

Hopefully they were right where she though they'd be...



Strength is also Beauty



"With Spring comes renewal..."
- Alisa Vollan

credit to nat of adoxography.

#7Hikari Snow 

Default on Fri May 11, 2018 6:53 am

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She gazed beyond, where the busy roads lie and where people gathered with a hint of glimmer within their eyes as they looked upon the beautiful flowers that adorned the vicinity; its bright colours and sweet fragrance filling the city with every passing second the breeze blew past. Each one is a delicate bloom, no matter if it is a formal garden or a waste land. Their petals are delicate works of art and their hues are medicine for many souls.

”Interesting. I haven’t quite found anyone with a passion for calligraphy, like you,” the frosty beauty returned her gaze towards her fellow guild mate before shifting her attention towards Alisa’s work that she had passed onto an old man seated beside. ”You do well at that,” she nudged her head in the direction of the fine piece of art that the dark haired sculptress had created.

The way the two women gazed longingly into a distance where the festival was held, it was quite evident that they enjoyed the exquisite sight of the flowers as well as the nature itself, despite not being fully engaged in the program. Snowflake had always been one to stare off into the sky, while her mind wandered off and without being fully aware, she would’ve already spent hours watching the clouds and the changing colours of the empyreans; from a refreshing blue to neon orange and fire red.

Only a nod that went unnoticed, she released a long sigh; not out of exhaustion but of relief as she balanced her body in a reclining position on her two hands on the bench. For a very brief moment, silence filled her ears, as if her body had filtered all the unnecessary sounds and that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. In fact, it was the sort of silence that she’s come to crave, especially when her mind had been growing so restless due to the upcoming troubles ahead.

Her train of thoughts was interrupted as the sculptress’ voice slowly registered into her mind and she’d blink once, twice, until she was finally able to comprehend what the other female had been saying. Her gaze would follow the direction of her finger, in which she assumed was the location of the hot springs that she’d brought into discussion in the previous moment. ”Lovely,” uttered the petite woman, gradually remaining her composure and allowed Alisa to lead the way to right where they wanted to be.

Hot springs weren’t the worst idea of all. In fact, it was far from worse, and though the cold temperatures were meant to be gone, the frigid harsh gales that blew through the town of Orchidia still brings a shiver from time to time. It might not be so bad to warm up her body after all, especially when she desperately needed to relieve the stress that her body had built up recently.


#8Alisa Vollan 

Default on Sat May 12, 2018 9:41 am

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That mere effort of striving to produce something beautiful, evolving one's own standards and meeting another's head on... Alisa admired the artistic mindset, and in a way she'd always struggled to meet it, long before she herself called herself an artist, even before she took an interest in sculpting. Creating beauty defying the viewer's imagination, opening their mind and broadening their horizons:

"What can I say, I have a passion for all things artistic~", she answered, brushing that raven hair behind her, humbled at the constant praise from her friend and leader, until the faintest pink hue colored her cheeks. She hardly excelled at all of them, nor would she presume to. She couldn't trust her drawing or painting skills to save her life, nor was she that good a writer either, "Don't you?"

She tilted her head slightly, her long hair draping down her shoulder in a slow, flowing motion. Now that she thought about it, she'd never discussed art with Snowflake, or even her views on beauty. They'd had deeper discussions, and at times more practical ones. But seldom debated their individual ideas on the very essence of Blue Peagasus. Yet simply admiring the same colorful sight might count as a form of such debate, a drawn out contemplation despite reaching an agreement so early on.

Leaning back lazily, Alisa slid her feet a bit further forwards, enjoying this moment with a friend she seldom saw. No awkwardness settled in even as both of them fell silent, Alisa for one perfectly enjoyed another's company even without the tiniest word exchanged, and Snow seemingly shared that outlook. The sculptress focused on her statuette, her fingers running deftly along the rugged crystal, smoothing out the hard edges, shaving off excess mineral in glittering dust, falling right down.

Mentioning hot springs caught her interest, but pointing out the location earned her the ice mage's full attention. Alisa had spent enough time with Snowflake, more than enough to pick out the faintest glimpses of emotion past that impeccable, icy poker face, rivalling even the sculptress' own. She could tell the girl had been interested by the idea without Alisa even before she spoke it aloud:

"Fufu~ I had a hunch you'd be interested.", answered Alisa, standing upright, swiping her hands down lap, wiping off the excess crystal dust collected on the creases, "Let's get going... Oh, and here you go~", with that classy, radiant smile, Alisa reached one hand to the other woman, offering a pink, finely sculpted cherry blossom.

Alisa dealt with the chilly breeze well enough, the flowing fabric of her kimono fluttering about like a raised flag, though that faint numbing of her finger tips reminded her how she was truly back in the North:

"So... This it is.", she'd point out, looking rather pleased with herself as they arrived at the hot springs, clearly marked with a sign and eastern characters Alisa couldn't read, but fully understood. They matched the whole theme of the festival after all.



Strength is also Beauty



"With Spring comes renewal..."
- Alisa Vollan

credit to nat of adoxography.

#9Hikari Snow 

Default on Fri May 18, 2018 10:20 am

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”No,” she paused, inhaling a large intake of breath before she continued, ”…I’m not quite the artist,” spoke the female softly, reflecting back upon the numerous attempts of involving herself into things that were related to art, but to no avail. It didn’t take her long to realise that she wasn’t interested in anything regarded to the topic itself, although, she still greatly appreciates the beauty of nature or particularly things that she found artistic. Though Snowflake might not be considered someone who excels in art, it wasn’t until recently that she noticed she had a keen interest in beauty. It was no surprise. After all, every young female of her age desired to be attractive to the human eyes.

Silence reigned supreme between the two as their conversation ended. Being one who thoroughly enjoyed the tranquillity, Snowflake did not find the absence of sound uncomfortable or any of the sort. Instead, she’d release an inaudible sigh out of content as she gazed beyond her.

”Let’s get going… Oh, and here you go~”

The snow haired maiden shifted her attention back to her dear friend, only to see a perfectly sculpted crystal blossom being handed to her. Without sharing a word, she retrieved it, twirling it within the tip of her fingers as she let her eyes gloss over the dips and curves of the sculpture. Receiving gifts were not common for the young female, which is why when encountering an event of such, she felt nothing but surprise and awe. This is how it would have played out in this situation, although the features on her face displayed no more than a twinkle in her stormy gray eyes. ”Thank you,” spoke the female, grateful for the little gift that she’d received.

It was no lie that she was terrible at expressing how she felt, but she knew that Alisa would understand her well, without needing an explanation. Despite how the gift was a mere cherry blossom, having it given from someone whom she considered a close friend, it was of importance to her. ”I’ll treasure it,” she promised to the other female before sliding the flower into the pocket of her kimono cloak.

Snowflake gazed upon the building in front of them. The characters written on the oaken board gave way that it was indeed the hot springs—not that she knew how to read them, but the place was easily distinguishable compared to the rest. ”Well, shall we go in then?” Upon their entrance, they would be greeted by the staff dressed in traditional clothing; a theme that paired up well with the festival, in which the mages would be led to the changing rooms to get ready for the hot springs.


#10Alisa Vollan 

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Granted, Alisa never saw herself as much of an artist either, it took a member of Blue Pegasus saying those words for them to resonate with the woman's heart, for her to finally take a good long look at the crystals in her hand and understand what she was doing with them... In her mind, anyone who strove for perfection already had a budding artist within them, more so if they felt truly passionate about it:

"You're welcome~", answered the sculptress with a knowing wink: a silent, but clear sign of understanding the other woman's heart... Even if Snow herself struggled with expressing those feelings, the keen eyed martial artist took in that subtle glimmer in her icy blue eyes.

They'd fought and trained side by side, with the sculptress eventually entrusting the future of their very guild to her. Though out of touch with her emotions, Alisa saw enough of her to relate to that loyalty and fighting spirit, and in turn that only brought them closer. To the lone sculptress, Snow had also been the closest she ever had to a rival: Perhaps if they cultivated this bond, their mutual fighting sprit may eventually sculpt them into some of the strongest in Fiore, just as Alisa's hands carved smooth, beautiful shapes our of rough, ragged edged rocks.

But just like their skills, their bodies too needed such a delicate, careful treatment to retain the ravishing beauty Blue Pegasus were so reputed by, and hot springs defenitely helped. As they walked inside the hot springs, a prim and proper receptionist greeted them with a bow, handing each of them a bathing Kimono plus a set of towels. After thanking the woman and making way for the changing rooms, Alisa couldn't help but muse to her friend, smiling as she casually rubbed her hand over the delectably soft, silken cloth:

"I should have expected we'd swap from one Kimono to the next~", she sighed playfully, after all, the sheer softness of the fabric gave her little reason to feel disappointed, "As for the clothing itself... Not too shabby. They must have pulled out all the stops with so many tourists around..."

They'd have a chance to try out that softness for themselves as they entered the women's changing rooms. Once they reached it, Alisa's kimono came loose with the slighest tug on her Obi, sliding smoothly down her arms, baring her naked, hourglass figure as nonchalantly as ever. Why would she care? Even in the women's locker room, they had the whole place to themselves. She covered her bare form soon enough with that bathing kimono provided, all but humming at the smoothness of the attire around her skin, soft like a lover's caress.

They'd have to walk through another hallway, seemingly deserted at that, before they finally reached the smoky, steamy room of the hot springs themslves. Resting a hand on her hip, Alisa's neck twisted left and right, observing her surroundings as one hand slid lazily to her hip, all but nodding approvingly:

"Hmmm, how surprising~ Nobody else here, it appears...", she smiled at Snow, hooking a finger at her as she walked over towards those warm, cozy waters, laying the bathing Kimono over a nearby hanger, "Come on~... We have the whole place to ourselves."




Strength is also Beauty



"With Spring comes renewal..."
- Alisa Vollan

credit to nat of adoxography.

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