Creative Corner

@TrashHoe For Morpheus: The flowers caught in the morning frost. The tarot deck left strewn across the table. The fine gold thread, the silken scarves, limbs a little too still, teeth a little too long. Well-groomed nails and tattered banners. The barred window, the nameless whisper, the restless sleep and the jolt of waking. All things silver and serene. Dice and chance, watch my hands, the cheap trick and the old joke, the center of the spider’s web, still dripping in dew. [emoji=pink star]

@Woolygods For Fire: The old lanterns, the paper crane, the dusty library. The bookbinder’s thread, ink-smudged hands, the grandfather clock, the heirlooms locked away. The rays of sun threading through the clouds, the mist of breath in the cold. Oaken floors, golden feathers, steady hands. The held breath, the passing starfall, the work well done in the early mornings. The scattered chairs, the spinning globe, the eyes that still remember the haunts long lost. [emoji=candle]

@Dracana For Corruption: Books with pages torn, shards scattered across the floor. Smoke and crushed flowers, bitter tea and bright scales. The steady tap of water against the window. Fine tools, earrings carved from bone, gemstones scattered across the sill. The ancient felled oak, the failing harvest, the dry desert wind and the waning moon. Thick warm fabric and magic locked in wooden chests. The few birds that burst from the trees as the first snow begins to fall. [emoji=red gem]

@Kallum For Julian: The spark of the waking monitor. Oiled wheels, all things falling into place. The solemn hall, the young library, the crowd gathered to witness the coronation. Violets and hydrangeas, measured steps, steady eyes and strong wings. Magic that dances down the back and across the floor. The ceremony, the new blood, the sun waxing high in the sky. Clear air, curtained rooms, the last day of winter, and the zenith of ambition. [emoji=sword]

@SilverSilver i'd love one of these, if you don't mind :0 hivaer or aloe, your choice [emoji=guardian happy] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=48694498] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/486945/48694498_350.png[/img] [/url] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=50080010] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/500801/50080010_350.png[/img] [/url]

@SilverSilver Hello there, would you mind doing one for this guy? [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=50136386] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/501364/50136386_350.png[/img] [/url]

@SilverSilver Hello! If you’re still doing these, would you mind doing one for her, please? [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=41371236][img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/w9dxnmlvpeekq6x/pretty%20prism.png[/img][/url]

@perspective ([s]why not both? [/s][emoji=coatl laughing]) For Hivaer: The clear sky on a winter night, frost on the windows, a thick woolen coat. Clear eyes and cold wings, the clink of ice cubes melting on the counter, sorting through old boxes on a stormy day. Low jazz, cinnamon and spice bread, peppermints hidden in a jar. Footprints through the snow, soft fur, the gentle plucking of a solitary guitar. Candles lit in the evenings, quiet corridors, stepping out onto the icy plains as the snow sparkles in the new sun. For Aloe: The crisp morning, cucumber and mint, the bedroom windowsill overflowing with vines and potted plants. Tiled garden paths, late spring breezes, the gurgle of the tiny winding stream. The lazy day, fluffy blankets, sitting on the porch in the evenings and listening for the sounds of frogs and crickets. Crushed ice, gentle laughter, the moment after diving into the summer pool where you look up and see the water rippling above you, suspended and immutable.