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✿⊰✲⊱✿ "Remember," Ainhara says to the young maid, "that towel is to be hand-washed only. Do it with care as rose-silk is costly. Our reign queen deserves the best but she is also frugal." "Yes, my lady." ✿⊰✲⊱✿ As the maids leave, I walk out to my balcony, curious of the sights beyond. Passing the small seat and table, I take it all in. My Kingdom is blessed by the softness of the evening sun, from lands to sea, my high walls to the docks, all is coated by an orange-gold glow. "Would you like the Jasmine Pearls again, Sweet Queen?" ✿⊰✲⊱✿ "No," I say, "I'll have the Dragon's Pu-erh for the evening." She nods, bows and leaves my chambers. So much done, yet so much to be done, still. "The crown is light, but the burden is heavy," I remind myself as the warm zephyrs blow. The seas look so calm, as do the docked argosies. The walls so tall, so proud, so new. I am proud and happy for it all standing, I welcome both old and new. Even though there are time I do not know what to do. ✿⊰✲⊱✿ 'Let me relax...' I turn around. The seats are a mix of obsidian and bronze with filigree style moulding that make the back of the seat; the same with the small table with a vase of lilies. Upon the seat's lap, a round seat-cushion on which I gently sit. My mind seems to run amok with thoughts so I close my eyes and let the sounds calm and distract me. ✿⊰✲⊱✿ The calm seas, the bird's songs, the gentle bustling of life below, the flapping flags above, the heavy steps of patrolling guards on the walls, the neighing of horses, the wind blowing, the leaves rustling and now the opening of my chamber door and light footsteps - ever so familiar. ✿⊰✲⊱✿ As I open my eyes, Ainhana is by my side with a silver tray of hot water, my tea-cups and foil- wrapped Pu-erh Pearls in a tea caddie. "And so Aurelinaea's Phoenix will will drink from the Dragon's fermented Pearl Moon!" "Indeed." She places the tea on the table. I pat the seat next to me and she graciously sits down and I peel the foil from the Pearls; seaweed green, yellow streaks with hints of burnt umber.
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Aug 19, 2018
Aug 19, 2018 at 4:10 AM UTC
❀❁ тнє lєттєя II ❁❀
✿⊰✲⊱✿ "Remember," Ainhara says to the young maid, "that towel is to be hand-washed only. Do it with care as rose-silk is costly. Our reign queen deserves the best but she is also frugal." "Yes, my lady." ✿⊰✲⊱✿ As the maids leave, I walk out to my balcony, curious of the sights beyond. Passing the small seat and table, I take it all in. My Kingdom is blessed by the softness of the evening sun, from lands to sea, my high walls to the docks, all is coated by an orange-gold glow. "Would you like the Jasmine Pearls again, Sweet Queen?" ✿⊰✲⊱✿ "No," I say, "I'll have the Dragon's Pu-erh for the evening." She nods, bows and leaves my chambers. So much done, yet so much to be done, still. "The crown is light, but the burden is heavy," I remind myself as the warm zephyrs blow. The seas look so calm, as do the docked argosies. The walls so tall, so proud, so new. I am proud and happy for it all standing, I welcome both old and new. Even though there are time I do not know what to do. ✿⊰✲⊱✿ 'Let me relax...' I turn around. The seats are a mix of obsidian and bronze with filigree style moulding that make the back of the seat; the same with the small table with a vase of lilies. Upon the seat's lap, a round seat-cushion on which I gently sit. My mind seems to run amok with thoughts so I close my eyes and let the sounds calm and distract me. ✿⊰✲⊱✿ The calm seas, the bird's songs, the gentle bustling of life below, the flapping flags above, the heavy steps of patrolling guards on the walls, the neighing of horses, the wind blowing, the leaves rustling and now the opening of my chamber door and light footsteps - ever so familiar. ✿⊰✲⊱✿ As I open my eyes, Ainhana is by my side with a silver tray of hot water, my tea-cups and foil- wrapped Pu-erh Pearls in a tea caddie. "And so Aurelinaea's Phoenix will will drink from the Dragon's fermented Pearl Moon!" "Indeed." She places the tea on the table. I pat the seat next to me and she graciously sits down and I peel the foil from the Pearls; seaweed green, yellow streaks with hints of burnt umber.
Lyn-Purcell
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28/F/United Kingdom
Aug 19, 2018
Aug 19, 2018 at 4:10 AM UTC
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