#oldroses

[reap-the-game]

Tuuli tuule sinne missä muruseni on Leiki hetki hänen hiuksillaan Kerro rakkauteni, kerro kuinka ikävöin Kerro häntä ootan yhä vaan

[tsunael]

If there's anyone out there that cares about flower language and symbolism like I do, I made an informal write-up some time ago about the in-game flowers (that you can put in your house) and the different symbolism that they can mean.

I only included the symbolism for the in-game colors and also their general meaning.

Also as a disclaimer these could be incorrect, have contrasting meanings, or have different meanings in different real-world cultures. White chrysanthemums (kiku) are usually a funeral flower in Japan for instance. (My Japanese professor once said they were a faux pas for her to receive in a bouquet!) So your mileage may vary!

Now with added sunflower.

This was simply a fun personal project I made for myself that I thought other people might enjoy as well! So here's a question to answer in the tags:

What flowers would your WoL have in their residence?

Arums (calla lily) 🔷magnificent beauty, feminine modesty

Brightlilies (easter lily) 🔷purity, refined beauty 🔷White: virginity, purity, majesty 🔷Pink: wealth and prosperity 🔷Red: warmth, desire 🔷Yellow: gaiety, falsehood, "I’m walking on air" 🔷Orange: hatred

Campanulas (bellflower) 🔷humility, constancy

Chrysanthemum   🔷cheerfulness, "You’re a wonderful friend" 🔷Red: I love you 🔷White: truth 🔷Yellow: slighted love

Cosmos 🔷harmony, peace, modesty, "the joys that love and life can bring", beautiful

Dahlias 🔷dignity, elegance

Daisies 🔷innocence, beauty

Lilies of the Valley 🔷return of happiness, sweetness, humility, purity

Oldrose 🔷Red: I love you, love, beauty, passion, romance 🔷Blue: mystery, attaining the impossible, love at first sight 🔷White: innocence and purity, "I am worthy of you", reverence 🔷Yellow: decrease of love, jealousy, friendship

Shroud Cherries (cherry blossom) 🔷spiritual beauty, a good education

Tulips 🔷perfect lover, fame 🔷Red: declaration of love, true love, eternal love, romantic love, "believe me" 🔷Yellow: hopeless love, unrequited love, brightness, sunshine 🔷White: ask for forgiveness, purity 🔷Purple: royalty

Hyacinths 🔷sports, games, rashness 🔷Purple: I am sorry, sorrow, "please forgive me" 🔷Red: play 🔷White: loveliness, "I’ll pray for you" 🔷Blue: constancy, sincerity 🔷Yellow: jealousy

Hydrangeas 🔷heartlessness, boastfulness, "You are cold"

Morning Glories 🔷love in vain, affection

Violas (violets) 🔷modesty, faithfulness 🔷Purple: daydreaming, "You occupy my thoughts" 🔷Blue: watchfulness, love 🔷White: candor, innocence 🔷Yellow: rural happiness

Byregotia (begonia?) 🔷Beware

Carnation 🔷fascination, love, distinction 🔷Red: "My heart aches for you", deep love, admiration 🔷White: sweet and lovely, innocence, pure love 🔷Yellow: "You have disappointed me", rejection, disdain 🔷Purple: capriciousness, changeable

Moth Orchid 🔷love, beauty, refinement, beautiful lady

Sweet Pea 🔷departure, good-bye, delicate pleasure, tender memory, blissful pleasure

Triteleia 🔷 They're a North American wildflower also called 'triplet lilies' or 'Ithuriel's spear' which is a reference to John Milton's epic English poem, Paradise Lost. It's about an angel sent by Gabriel to find Satan in the Garden of Eden. Satan, in the form of a toad, is introducing evil suggestions into the ear of Eve when Ithuriel pokes him with a spear. Satan then returns to his true form, "... for no falsehood can endure Touch of Celestial temper, but returns Of force to its own likeness."

So, I can't find any symbolism for this one. Would make a possibly good Halone/Ishgard reference if you wanted to read into it, though.

Sunflower 🔷 Haughtiness, respect, passionate love, adoration, radiance.

[ao3feed-utena1]

by boneyhag

Tokiko meets Touga for the briefest moment. Comic, 4 pages.

Words: 0, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Shoujo Kakumei Utena | Revolutionary Girl Utena

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Gen

Characters: Chida Tokiko, Kiryuu Touga

Additional Tags: touga is bad at flirting, tokiko is fab, Secret Santa, Fan Comics

[disciple-of-frost]

Glamtober Day 30 - Monochrome 🎹

Head: Dried Black Oldrose Body: Frontier Dress Hands: Plague Bringer's Gloves Legs: No. Bunny Tights Feet: Valentione Emissary's Boots Earrings: The Emperor's New Earrings Necklace: The Emperor's New Necklace Bracelet: The Emperor's New Bracelet Rings: The Emperor's New Ring

[mealvaan]

Taken

Vahri was a woman of only nineteen summers, though she couldn't tell what gave it away. Sure, she had a wiry body, but it was all lean muscle, tightly packed, athletic — moreso than dainty or lithe. Her gait was mean, and her vocabulary beyond adequate. Yet the billposters always asked her nameday, and they never gave lalafell a double-take. Admittedly, she was still getting used to the lalafell herself, pitying every apparent lost child until they spoke.

City-state streets were a den of distraction. Brass Blades asked if she was begging on Emerald Avenue, which in Thanalan was a greater sin than slavery, and she gladly demonstrated how well she could mind her own business. Aspiring adoptees asked if she was waiting for her parents, and she proudly informed them of her emancipation with a quick 'Jog on!' How plenty merchants spoke to say so little. Enough frugal 'yes'es and 'no's were enough to send them onto the next prospective customer.

The first time she visited the Quicksand, just before sunset, all the quest bills were gone. The billposter said the best time to check was noon, but she didn't want to wake up that early. The early hours of morning would have to do, no matter how much exhaustion racked her every step. All she had to go was get the bill, and she could fulfil it by night and turn it in the next morning. For a mercy, no one else had the same idea.

Vahri slipped through the sliver between the tavern doors the moment she heard the bolt release. It was a sharp turn left. She wove past overnighters who had just finished their complementary breakfast and slippery drunkards being herded out far later than they should've been. They were all no different from trees, perhaps even more languid, and through them she kept her eyes on the leve board — the prize.

She truly had the pick of the lot. There were all kinds of leves plastered over the wall: escort missions, guard postings, bounties, and her favourite, hunts. She spied a crisp bill for three antilons near Black Brush Station, freshly screenprinted. They just needed to be culled. Three overgrown insects dead in twenty-four bells? For the Shroudborn, that was child's play—

"Not so fast."

A hand slipped into her field of view. A dark brown dorsal with prominent, scabby knuckles. Callouses that caught the light. Ungloved, dry, clean. It plucked the bill from the board.

Vahri followed the hand to find a miqo'te. This interloper had a sharp, leopard-like face — small eyes with large irises, a long, sloping nose, and a tiny mouth that curled up on one sidre, all smug. His entire body was as wiry as his hand, joint bones jutting unapologetically from his limbs, which were all posed at bold angles. Light attire accentuated his natural silhouette, a tight waist and athlete's calves, and the only things he seemed to carry were a gilpurse and twin daggers, leather-sheathed. His tail was thin and nearly hairless as a rat's. His damson hair fell over his eyes and darkened the shadows around them, but they were still prominent. Vivid violets, gleaming as she frowned.

The round pupils gave it away.

He was a Keeper. Try as he might to pass the garb off as Thanalan-made, for its cropped sleeves and rust red dye, the leather was elastic diremite — what other material could have the belt hug his waist like a corset? And the holsters at his hip had floral engravings, reminiscent of thorny Oldroses. Gridanian make, a city guild merchant's signature. The only thing Ul'dahn about him was the jewel hanging from his ear lobe, blemishless and sparkling new.

"Excuse me. I was about to take that bill." Vahri opened her hand expectantly.

The stranger dangled it over Vahri's hand. "That's unfortunate. It's mine now."

"Please. I clearly saw it first. I was here first."

"I saw it from all the way over there." He hiked his thumb towards the Quicksand's inner counters, where the Hourglass receptionist was drumming his fingers. So he was staying at the inn; he must've been loaded.

"Come on. Have some respect for your fellow-women."

"Oh sorry, huntress. We're not in the woods anymore. There's a bunch of other leves on the board, so why don't you nock an arrow at a cactuar or something?"

Before Vahri could retort, the vagabond slipped behind a group of migrating tourists to the Quicksand doors. Her blood was simmering and close to boil. Yes, she supposed she could go hunt some cactuar. They were easy prey for a sniper. And she supposed that she had her pick of any other quest. But she didn't want the other quests now. She had just been told no, and she wanted that one.

Vahri stalked out of the tavern and back into the blearing Ul'dahn sun. Through the harsh light, she spotted the purple blur flitting through the smattering of Emerald Avenue early birds, making his way to the Gate of Nald.

The post was still crumpled in his hand. That smirk was still smudged over his face. How well a smile suited his easy features. How eager she was to wipe it off him.

Bill or no bill, she had a mark to hunt.

Part Two

[inkedinfantasy]

a springtime ffxiv swap gift for @floweramongstthecold featuring her OCs Hachiko and Ilar!

Spring was in full bloom in Gridania, and Hachiko had rarely seen anything so lovely. It was to her great disappointment that for the moment, she was stuck inside.

Menphina’s temple was just coming out of its busiest season, and it was past due for a bit of spring cleaning. She and the other priestesses had been hard at work all morning, clearing away old offerings, taking inventory of the temple’s supplies, and giving the place a good floor-to-ceiling scrub. Every so often, one of them would be called away to attend to a visitor coming to seek advice or pay their respects, and Hachiko felt a twinge of envy each time. Even if it was in service of making the temple brighter and tidier after the flood of devotees they’d welcomed over the past few moons, cleaning was exhausting work. She much preferred her spiritual duties.

Hachiko sighed, settling stiffly back on her heels as she sat up, dropping the cloth she’d been using to scrub at several stubborn scuffs marring the surface of one of the temple’s small, low altars back into the bucket at her side. She took a moment to stretch, the heels of her hands digging into her sore back. Her gaze turned wistfully to the open window, sunshine sparkling and a soft breeze ruffling her hair away from her face. She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath and drinking it in. She opened them again as she heard footsteps approaching from the corridor just outside the room.

Another priestess with a broom under one arm and a bucket in each hand did a double take as she walked by the open doorway and spotted her. “Hachi, there you are. We’ve got a visitor here asking for you. They’re waiting out in the garden.”

Hachiko sighed in relief. “Miracles do exist.” She heard the other priestess laugh as she continued down the hall.

Sore as she was, she hauled herself to her feet with renewed vigor. She could practically feel the sun on her skin already as she stowed away her cleaning supplies and took a brief moment to make herself presentable before she stepped outside.

The temple’s garden was an oasis, green and lush with oldroses blooming brightly in the sunshine, the moon daisies in plots along the garden wall awaiting the evening to properly open up. Thick, verdant branches swayed slightly in the breeze, providing the perfect amount of shade.

“Terribly sorry for any delay, as I’m sure you can tell we’re in the middle of tidying—” She stopped in the doorway as she saw the familiar visitor waiting for her on a bench at the edge of the garden. “Ilar! You didn’t tell me you were coming. What brings you to the temple today?”

Ilar grinned. “Well, you see, I’m in dire need of counsel. I’ve was hoping to give a certain priestess the opportunity to enjoy a lovely day, and I thought that showing up to give her a break from spring cleaning might be a good start. What do you say?”

Hachiko flushed, bringing her hand up to hide a grin. “I’d say that sounds wonderful.” She sank down onto the bench next to Ilar with a small sigh.

“What’s the damage so far?” he asked sympathetically.

“A lot of mopping. No one’s really had time to tend to the floors lately. Altars needing to be properly cleaned. The kitchen’s low on almost everything, so planning out a shopping trip and getting into talks with the botanists’ guild will be next,” she listed off. “The usual sort of thing.”

“Sounds like it’s already been a long day.”

“It’s not so bad when we’re not doing it all at once like this. We just have so little time once the First Umbral Moon comes around, regular cleaning just tends to fall by the wayside.” She closed her eyes, leaning her head back against the garden wall. “And then we’re rewarded with a very exhausting few days.”

Ilar took her hand, gently pulling her to her feet. She couldn’t suppress a slight hiss as the motion pulled at sore muscles. Ilar tutted in response as he led them into the shade. “Now, we can’t have that. At least take a moment to rest before you’re needed back in the temple.” With that, he flopped down onto his back in the shade of the tree, smiling up at her and extending a hand out in invitation.

She certainly wasn’t about to argue. Sinking to the grass far more gingerly, she stretched out on her stomach, pillowing her head on her arms as best she could while minding her horns as she peered over at Ilar. He’d turned over to face her, head propped up on one arm and still smiling. Her eyes drifted shut as a gentle hand ran down her back, his thumb massaging small, soothing circles into her sore muscles with just the right amount of pressure. She hummed appreciatively as more tension left her body, melting further into the grass.

She had no idea how long they lay there, half dozing by the time she heard the garden door open and the high priestess’s voice calling out. “Ah, Hachi. You’ve been out here a while, and I’d come to see if you needed any assistance, but…” Her smile turned wry as Hachiko sat up guiltily where she’d been spread out in the grass.

“Priestess Johfi, I—”

“Now, now, no need for that,” Johfi cut her off before she could apologize. “It truly is a lovely day. It would be a shame to miss it all. I’m sure the others wouldn’t mind a bit of an early out either. The temple will still be there to clean tomorrow, after all.”

“I…if you’re sure.”

“Go have your fun. I’ll let the other girls know they’re free to spend the day as they wish.” She headed back into the temple, the garden door clicking shut behind her.

“Well then,” Ilar said, getting to his feet with renewed enthusiasm. “Seems you’ve been cleared to enjoy the rest of your day. Shall we?” He extended a hand to help her to her feet once more, the sunlight behind him haloing him in a golden glow.

Hachiko grinned and took his hand.

[tricksterfiction]

Prompt #14 Clear

The one where she flies. Angel - Poets of the Fall

Sen and Moonshine had spent the better part of a bell sneaking around Idyllshire's bell tower to climb/fly to the top. The mysterious silhouette of a chocobo flying past the glowing green shell. It was night time - naturally, the skies were crystal clear only with stars to bear witness to Sen's flight.

The air was cool, welcoming at the top of the tower. Truthfully there were higher places she could climb but it felt as if she was honouring something important by choosing to do this in Dravania.

A newly minted red mage with her focus on her hip, and her rapier on the other side. Iron dagger styled earrings hung at her horns, a deep red jacket with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows. Thigh high soft brown leather boots, flexible and black leather gloves. A blue oldrose pinned carefully in her hair, hidden below it was her ruby red soul stone. A pair of glass goggles hung around her neck.

Moonshine stepped carefully over the shingles. Sen tugged the reigns for her to face away from the settlement - the wind snatched at her hair, tugged at her collar, she took a deep deep breath in.

"Alright, Moonshine. It's time to get reacquainted."

Some would say there was easier ways to reconnect with the elements, more practical. But nothing about her success in unlocking her inherited focus and soul stone was achieved by being meek and locked away in a library or throwing spells at a training dummy. Unbidden tears that did not belong to her rolled down her cheeks and were stolen by the wind.

A distant voice assured her, "Don't be afraid to fall in order to fly."

Fitting her goggles on, she squeezed her heels on Moonshine, then braced, "Hyah!"

Moonshine took off at a run and they were off, ascending steadily to go higher and higher into the sky. The chocobo carried them up, catching aether currents to ride.

Sen wisely didn't spare a look down, as landmarks shrank in the distance. Her heart beat doubled with anticipation, excitement. They were buffeted by the wind, Sen removed her gloves tucking them into her belt to feel it with her bare hands. It was raw in this form, she reached out aetherically and gasped as her heart soared. Fingers brushing over the ribbons of the current, invisible to her eye but she felt it in the marrow of her bones.

Freedom.

When they were high enough, Moonshine glided kweh'ing with delight.

Sen took stock of how high they were, but she wasn't scared she felt at peace.

Attaching her focus to the pommel of her sword holding it aloft, carefully, very carefully she stood on the back of the saddle. Little green wisps of aether came from the focus to shield her from the gale enough not to be blown over before she was ready.

For the first time in her life she felt she saw everything so clearly, not through the lens of the Elementals or the star's inherent aether flow. It was all her, and through her the wind called.

Without another thought, she leapt.

Moonshine dived after her.

She closed her eyes reaching out fully, the focus glowed a bright red, surrounding itself with green tinged aether. A smile tugged at her mouth then broke into a wind wobbly giggle of pure joy.

Arms and legs were out as she sky dived, dipping left, right, then left again.

Wind gathered around her, called to her will and at her service. She brought her hands together to hold the rapier's handle lengthwise of her body pressing the glowing focus to her forehead drawing more as she concentrated.

The ground was approaching terrifyingly quick, Moonshine was kweh'ing in panic but her chocobo's warnings fell on deaf horns. Sen was gaining more control over her descent, hovering up near Moonshine. She felt where Moonshine was, where the breeze kissed the grassy knolls, soared to the highest peaks of Sohm Al.

She snapped out her hands, eyes open, snatching the reigns she swung her leg under and over Moonshine. Back in the saddle, she swung her sword overhead directing the gale under Moonshine's wings, arcing them clear and riding that aetheric guide back up!

The chocobo flapped hard. Breaking into a full toothy grin, Sen hooted loud and proud at their success gently gliding back down to land now.

The mage practically rolled off the saddle, rolling onto her back with a full belly laugh in the grass. She kicked her legs out thumping the ground, the stars sparkled in her eyes as she stared up.

Breathing hard, she sat up.

"Let's go again."

[fheythfully]

FFXIV Write 2023 - Day 11: Once Bitten, Twice Shy

There was no amazing, life changing reason Lia had chosen to befriend the Warrior of Light.

Her handlers, had they still been around, would have praised her strategic thinking and ordered her to ingrain herself even further into the woman’s life. Najda instead had written one dismissive line – “perish, then, in her next catastrophe. Or don’t, I do not particularly care” – and spent the rest of the letter discussing the fluctuating gemstone market in Radz-at-Han as alchemists the nation over attempted to replicate their satrap’s simulacrum. All to no avail, of course, but there was an influx of human-shaped mammets which meant the national guild was unhappy with the alchemists’ breach of contract into their field, and Nadja had two hundred thousand gil riding on the tersely worded letters and shouting matches turning to brawls in the council chamber at the upcoming meeting.

All that is to say, Nadja was worried and showing it in the best way she knew how: keeping her favourite toys at arms-length away in the case that someone would notice her interest and take them away.

Lia understood her perfectly, of course. Orphaned street brats and merchant empire heiresses had strange things in common.

(She had been a merchant empire heiress once, a very long time ago, when life still smelled like orange trees outside her bedroom window and her mother was not only alive, but free with her laughter and love. It was nothing but ash and smoke under Garlean steel, now.)

The Warrior of Light was just a woman like any other, once you got past all the, well, frivolity of Warrior of Light, Eorzea’s Champion, Daughter of Hydaelyn, and (newly dubbed! Papers were still partial to calling her this one) Saviour of the Entire Blasted Universe. Alright, maybe they omitted one certain bit of that one when singing her accolades, but as the Warrior of Light herself had scoffed it under her breath once, Lia considered it fair game.

So that is to say, the woman ate and slept and got stuck in thorned oldrose bushes just like all the rest of them. No, what Lia was truly interested in, was the Warrior of Light’s Garlean ex-spy and ex-lover.

She would have loved to know how that had happened.

Neva Alexander was a woman of pretty words and sharp knives and a kindred spirit. Lia had no doubts that her training had been much more deadly than hers – she was part of the merchant empire, while Neva had been part of the actual empire quickly taking over their star – so it made absolutely zero – negative even – sense to see her be such good bosom buddies with Eorzea’s Champion and Garlemald’s Bain. How did one transition from a brainwashed (she hoped it had been brainwashing) genocidal grunt to having tea and discussing the latest trends in affluent Ishgardian adventuring fashion with your nation’s uncontested number one enemy?

It was unthinkable, and yet here it was happening right before her eyes.

At least the tea was good.

None of her internal stewing and sheer fascination showed on her face, of course. When said Garlean ex-spy met her eyes across the charming little garden table, Lia merely smiled serenely and did not blink.

Neva Alexander smiled serenely back at her and did not blink, either.

Oh, Lia thought, gleeful. I’m about to throw all my trained caution out the window for you.

[merlwyb-moved]

The Echelons of Etheirys Present...

A Valentione's Day Date Auction & Gala

February 20th, 8:30pm EST @ Maduin, plot 4 Ward 4

For the season of love, the charity group of EoE invites its fellow nobles, merchants, and hard-working men and women to enjoy a night of revelry and romance.

Join us at the Oldrose Hotel in the Goblet, a high-end establishment revived at a new location to serve the Jewel of the Desert's visiting and local VIPs. There will be a date auction, dancing, and refreshments.

Date Auction Site: https://fancyhimbo.my.canva.site/eoeauction EoE carrd: https://echelons-ffxiv.carrd.co/

[sasslett]

Send 🎩 to see my muse in their favourite headpiece. (Nice hat!)

the dried oldrose! I've never been much of a hat person but I'm in love with flowers and the rose happens to be my absolutely cliche favorite.

[turpalauri]

Glamtober 2024, Day 28: Sun or and Moon

Two sides of the same coin ☆

These are otherwise possible to replicate without crimes except for the fact that the weapons can't be used with these outfits :')

Glam details ☆

Ena

Head: Dried White Oldrose Body: Anabaseios Robe of Healing Hands: Star Velvet Long Gloves of Healing (Dye 1: Pure White) Legs: Isle Vacationer's Tanga (Dye 1: Snow White) Feet: Thavnairian Sandals Ears: Azeyma's Earrings Weapon: Empyrean Rapier

Zenos

Head: Dried Black Oldrose Body: Augmented Lunar Envoy's Jacket of Fending Hands: Augmented Lunar Envoy's Gloves of Fending Legs: Augmented Lunar Envoy's Trousers of Fending (Dye 1: Jet Black) Feet: Augmented Lunar Envoy's Boots of Fending Weapon: Sickle of the Round

[newestmusic]

MC Kenny - Vaakum (Prod. By oldrose)

[toropiski]

559. Poetic Pearl 🩷

#559poeticpearl #dustypink #oldrose #valerie❤️ #pampula🩷

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🇯🇵OldRose🌹 @n06OldRose 2024/04/03(水) 01:46:13 Replying to @Presto58431883 and @Prince_Ootsu 税金の使途がどんどん変わる。 メガソーラーなんて、最低最終の土地活用法。 そもそも、防災目的の土地だったわけでしょ。 メガソーラーに変えたら、防災拠点は？ 曽我川と飛鳥川の間の土地は、五條市よりずっと使えない土地だよ。

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[foxlin-fantasia]

🌸　Hanaka is a social drinker. Very rarely ever drinks on her own due to her distaste for most alcohol & preferring to be around others. She tends to drink things that mostly taste good, not the hard stuff! 💫

🌸　You’ll know she’s been drinking because her face is flushed bright red, a trait she finds embarrassing if you point it out. She is rather courteous & docile when sober, but drunk Hana can & will say anything ( … & i mean anything ) that’s on her mind. 💫

🌸　Her personality becomes more “cutesy.” She tends to cling to others & use more pet names, full of giggles. Hanaka also acts extra flirty & coy with those she’s interested in, appreciating any fawning attention when in her drunken state. 💫

🌸　She often reverts to speaking in her mother tongue, sometimes switching mid-conversation without realizing it. 💫

🌸　Due to not drinking often, Hana’s tolerance is lower than most. 2~3 drinks is usually her limit, only 1 if it’s stronger liquor. 💫

~ extra ~

🌸　Hanaka’s favorite drinks:

- Hingan brandy-based umeshu (served in a fizz cocktail or over ice)

- Gridanian lambic beer, blood currant or oldrose & honey flavor

- La Noscean or Coerthan varieties of wine

— my wol’s carrd & blog 🎀

im whiskey drunk so here's a wol question!

how well does your wol/oc handle their alcohol?

are they a sad drunk? flirty? do they pass out really quick? have a huge tolerance? or do they just tend to avoid drinking at all?

[thecrocofkugane]

A black envelope is placed on Lia's bedside table, along with a single red oldrose flower. On it, is their name written in gold, embellished with a small heart. The handwriting looks like Adon's; having seen him scribble down orders in his notes before.

A small, slightly crumpled sheet of paper is folded in two. On the back is written "Anthesis."

Life and rivers entwine, only to form pools of sorrow. Harsh winter springs warm and kind, the one blossom that did grow. As though she knew her purpose - to bless, to bloom, to be forgotten. As such, she sought her purpose - to battle, to burn, to love ill-gotten. Fighting the torrent, my purpose was clear; to embrace the blossom no one could hold. Within the torment, all sorrow turned dear, to become the ashes from her coal. When life is to shatter, to come and go; I will never think twice, ne'er my blossom to the snow. Je t'aime, mon lapin. - A