» The Tree of Light

Put the flowers in your hair / wrap your tendrils 'round my chest The past few months had been a blur of darkness and strange neon things—she had retreated within herself, burrowing into the warm folds of paranoia as if it was a lover's embrace. She had hidden herself in places where the darkness would not find her, trying to preserve whatever remained of the light within her soul. The raven had sought solace with her too; they had lived through dark days together, and regardless of the broken state of the bond that once held them, at least they would remain physically close. He was high above her now, flying above the mists in an attempt to ascertain what lay below. Then she heard the call. Thingol was long out of sight, so she could not possibly know what the nature of this strange call was. However, Loth knew in the pit of her heart that she must heed it. She had half a mind to call the raven back to her, but decided against it, hoping that he would follow the summoning as well. The roan girl picked up a brisk trot, long black legs devouring the sun-scorched terrain before her. She began to see a trickle of other souls materialize around her, the very same look of wonder glittering in their eyes. It was then that she saw it—an enormous tree, perhaps the largest she had ever seen, scraped the sky. Improbable snowflakes fluttered gracefully in the air, and she realized that her cloven hooves were sinking into snow. A little smile, perhaps the first in a long time, lit up her face, and she slowed to a walk. Perhaps it was time for the girl to forget past grievances and let happiness envelop her for once. From above, a pale form swooped from the skies, landing on the very tip of her pearly horn. There are elephants ahead! Her purple eyes widened—she had not head that voice in what seemed like years! I can hear you! Spurred by joy, the mare threw a jubilant buck, sending the white raven laughing into the snowflake-laden air. Loth cantered to the tree, sending snow flying onto all that she passed. She did not slow until she approached the three matrons standing regally before the giant tree. The girl stopped, favoring the elephant-like beings with a gracious smile. All those around her were lending offerings to the tree, so why couldn't she? Flowers pushed their vibrant heads through the snow around her, and an idea formed in her head. Make a bouquet to hang on the tree, she told the raven. Thingol picked a substantial amount—snowdrops, calendulas and winter jasmine—tied them off with a piece of vine, and flew to the tree, hanging the offering on a high branch. ""

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wishlist
magic:
✿ create weapons out of flower petals that can cut and pierce (probably has wind involved idk)
✿ irresistibly beautiful to all that behold her, regardless of their culture's standards of beauty
✿ nature favors her presence – birds sing, buds open, the sun seems to shine more warmly

items:
✿ enchanted lozenges that can soothe her throat after she uses her persuading magic
✿ an enchanted flower garland that fits over shoulders with flowers that never wilt or die
✿ flower themed things in general. :D

thank you <333