#ranuncla

[aileuromania]

I don’t know which hurts more, my mouse hand or my eyes, but here’s the entire collection of GW2 alts, from Charr through Asura, Humans through Norn, and of course, so many Sylvari.

[fanarchoslashivist]

Pooka Society Breakdown

Kind of finally sat down and wrote out the Pookan Brotherhood that I amost always envision in my fics. It’s an important bit of background for Royal Pain, but also a bit for Athiluhakan and The Unmade Bed We Lie In (A Pooka!Jack fic I’m toying with)

So here we go

Eudicots

Pooka originate from Eudicot, a planet believed by the Pooka to be the origin of magic in the universe, as the World Tree, an impossibly sized woody root system that grew from their planet’s core and covered their world could transport a Pooka through time and space, and was believed to be the roots of a fabled Interdimensional Tree. Their Planet eventually collapsed after the World Tree was used to go back to the Big Bang and collect the very first Light as a weapon. The world tree was used one last time by the Pookan Queen who had collected the First Light, she sacrificed herself by fusing with the World Tree completely to teleport the Pooka away from the dying planet and onto their Colonies.

Tribes from Eudicots:

Ranuncula

Proteales

Trochoden

Buxales

Gunner

Dillenial

Saxifrag

Rosid

Berberid

Santalal

Caryophyl

Euasterid

 Each tribe is an ethnicity of Pooka from pre-loss of the planet. While the planet lived the Tribes were considered central to a Pookans identity, however after the loss of their planet and the dramatic changes in power between those who lived On World and in the Colonies, the Tribes have been eclipsed by the Class system, so much that it has become an afterthought among Pooka, most will not bother mentioning their tribe. Only 3 Tribal designs remained in use among identifying marks at the fall of the Golden Age, all other tribes using a variation of these.

Of the tribal markings there are 2 distinguishing class, the S. Class having a swooping pointed star and the E. Class having a smooth edged Diamond, around the class markings would be family identifiers, using the variations of tribe a family would dye a crest upon the forehead, biceps, and thighs, with the E. Class using a 3 point marking while the S. Class uses 4, and the Royal Family using more. The Rex, ruler of the Pooka, has the most complicated marker, an 8 point petal shape around the star, a Castor would bear 6 of these petal points until they take the throne.

The Sanguinaria Family, of the Ranuncla tribe, was the ruling body during the Loss of Eudicot, and has remained in power in the millennia after. Queen Papavera sacrificed herself and the world tree to open a worm hole and teleport the refugees of Eudicot into the colonial satellite planets, transferring the power of the World Tree into them. She is often worshipped as an ancestral deity due to the belief that her “essence” or “soul” joined with the power of the world tree and continues to protect them.  Her blood descendants have the strongest ties to her magic and therefore to the world tree.

Those who were saved by Queen Papavera created the Sanguinaria Class, a nobility based on blood ties to those who had remained “loyal” to Planet Eudicot and the world tree and so were “blessed” by Papavera with powerful magical ability. The original Sanguinaria Family has since taken the name of a Constellan House during the Unification that Formed the Golden Age, The Geminorum. They continued to have strong allegiance to the Castellans, and particularly the Lunanoffs, all the way to the end. 

All other Pooka not descended of the Refugees, those who had been born and were living in Colony planets, are E. Class. 

E. class have muted magical abilities as they were not on the planet when the World Tree gave its life to teleport the refugees during its destruction and therefore do not hold remnants of the World Tree’s power within them. They have slowly been losing the natural ability to harness elemental magics, and must study for large portions of their lives to reach their magical maturity.

Of the S. Class there is only 4 ranking

The Rex

The Castor

The Pollux

The Thestias

The Rex is the Ruler of the Pookan empire, passed down based on the strongest magical ties to the World Tree and assigned during a coming of age ceremony referred to as the Blessing of Poppy.

The Castor Rex is the next in line for the throne, usually the child of the current Rex once they reach maturity if their magical ability meets or exceeds the measurements in the Blessing of Poppy, a Castor can be passed over if a younger sibling or cousin within the Geminorum Family exceeds their rank in the Blessing.

The Pollux is the Royal Family, including extended family, siblings of the Rex, and distant cousins. The Pollux usually holds high positions among the council or oversees colony planets.

The Thestias are all other S. Class citizens outside the royal family, though they are educated and trained alongside E. Class pooka their powerful abilities and early magical maturity means they take less time to learn and perfect certain trades and are able to find their calling within their first century. This leads them to hold high political and managerial positions in any field of study they enter.

All members of the E. Class must register for mandatory military service when they reach Juvenile age, its also encouraged for the S. Class to register as well however much of an S. Class juvenile’s teenage years are focused on training them to control the magical abilities they will come into upon reaching maturity. Because of this the Military sector of the Pookan Empire is the only sector with a majority E.Class leadership. Military trainees are referred to as Eumundi during their military careers before they have chosen their trades, those who achieve military rank are awarded the title Mund beside their trade-name, and have their ranks displayed beneath their family crests on their arms, legs, and backs. 

The Pooka have a variety of trades that any class citizen can study for, though some require a specific skill set that a Pooka will develop only once they have reached magical maturity.

Mund: military generals, law enforecment

Burs: administrative, judiciary, politicians

Chron: timeline, the study of time or policing of time travelers

Bunny: terraforming, world building, shepherding of new planets into colonies

Erg: labor

Flor: agriculture, the study of plants and soils

Herbi: medical, the study of plants as pertaining to medicine

Infra: architects/tunnel diggers

Artem: skilled artisans, painters, sculptors, and scholars

 The exact employment of each pooka can be derived from their tradename, a Bursmund would be a judge and a chronomund a Timeline enforcement officer, a Herbiflor would be a pharmacist and a Florartem would be a landscaper, Erginfra would be a construction worker but an Infraburs would be a construction contractor.

Pooka can study in multiple fields before mastering their chosen trade. 

E. Aster Bunnymund

Name: Asterales

Class: Eudicot

Tribe: Euasterids

Family: Asteroideae

Rank: Mund

Trade Skill: Bunny

In Comparison, a Member of the Royal Family would be:

S. Canadensis Castorex Geminorum

Name: Canadensis

Class: Sanguinaria

Tribe: Ranuncula

Family: Geminorum

Rank: Castor

Trade Skill: Rex

[eri-nakanose]

ポンポンラナンキュラスのハーマイオニー。 ・ 名前がすでにかわいいよね。 ・ 花びらがフリフリです。 ・ そして私が作るとコロンコロンしてる。 ・ #キャンドル#ラナンキュラス#ハーマイオニー#フラワーキャンドル#みつろう#トーメイキャンドルワークス#ハンドメイド#キャンドルクリエイター#アートキャンドル協会#認定作家#認定教室#キャンドル教室#奈良#橿原市#マンツーマンレッスン#candle#ranunclas#flowercandle#beeswax#10mei#candleartist#candleschool#nara#kashihara#minne#creema#villagevanguard#販売中

[aileuromania]

I have way too many Sylvari. But there’s room for one more there at the end next to Gerain. I think I can squeeze another one in, yeah?

Left to right: Gerain Tareg, Kerilsa, Teudila, Pyrif, Vertoc, Toloma, Apacea, Vyssinada, and Ranuncla.

I really need to fix the Asura one to match this, but not tonight, I think.

[aileuromania]

GW2 character outfit updates! Yes, my mesmers have two different outfits, their “work clothes” and their “normal clothes”. Why do you have to be so extra, Lorit?

And the two who wouldn’t fit in Tumblr’s photo slots (under the cut because they’ve come out big):

Apacea with her new leggings.

And Gerain with his change of shoulders.

[aileuromania]

Throwing money at things I really shouldn’t afford (ie, I’m broke again), and Ranuncla now has her ascended weapon, The Cutting Edge. It really looks like a lightsaber.

[aileuromania]

Various pics of my guys showing off their weapons; and Vertoc taking a well earned vacation by … what the hell are you doing on that ghost ship? Where are your clothes? WTF!

[aileuromania]

Buds - Footing

And another bit of this character study. It’s amazing how many people can orbit one another in just one night.

Previously:

Buds 1 & 2

Capernoited

Burdens of Command

No warnings unless references to a couple of cuddly guys bothers you.

There were fewer dancing now, the music becoming less cheerful and more introspective as the night drew on and the musicians found their audiences lagging. One creative sprout had decided the night absolutely needed to hear her new composition involving Asuran atonal chording and the industrial rhythms of the Charr foundries, and it was almost as much this that Pyrif was wincing at as the scene before him as he knelt before Toloma, her bare foot in her massaging hands.

“I’m so sorry about your foot.”

In return she smiled, and managed a laugh despite the drawn look of pain on her face.

“It’s not your fault! It’s happened before, and it’ll happen again. So many seem to prefer those heavy leather boots to feeling the air on their skin…” A look was directed at the heavy Norn style boots Pyrif himself was wearing, but it didn’t linger long enough to prompt anything more than the faintest of embarrassed glows from the flautist. “Vespertine just wasn’t watching where he was going.”

Near them a spike-headed Sylvari shrugged apologetically, his ornate clothes a distinctly Human style in silks and wool, as he whirled on by.

“That’s pretty standard.” The tenor voice was soft but musical, humming with some faint amusement as a grey barked hand reached out towards them, beckoning the pair over to its comfortable corner. “Come and sit over with us - you’ll be out of the way of his clumsy feet here.”

It was the pair of male Sylvari they had noted before, still snuggled in against one another, but now they had been joined by a woman wearing a thick lens apparatus who chatted with bright animation to the blue barked one of the pair.

Again the grey man beckoned, shifting closer to his partner to make room for them on their tuffet, and smiled in welcome as the Pyrif helped the limping Toloma to the right spot.

“Ugh,” The grey man lowered a knee and reached to prop the injured extremity upon it, tracing a gentle hand over the rapidly bruising skin. “Pepp, remind me to steal Vespertine’s boots at the next meeting, please?” he commented over his shoulder to his lover.

“Sure, Nutmeg.” came the reply, but there was a moment of silence as the blue tree rubbed his forehead, shaking his head in what may have been mirth or in exasperation before he returned his attention to the yellow woman.

It was always amazing to note, Pyrif reflected, just how in tune with one another the pair were. Nikyri - “Pepper” as his lifemate called him - had been deep in conversation with the woman Pyrif was trying very hard not to look at, but he was always aware of Gerain, and the opposite was always true. It must have been nice to share a Dream, he thought, that touch of sadness heavy in his chest once again as he took a careful seat next to the mushroom capped Toloma.

“Do you always go barefoot?” Gerain was asking now, lightly massaging the sore appendage as Toloma wriggled her pale blue toes at him.

“Do you always wear boots?” she countered.

“Yes - Pepper doesn’t like me hiding my throwing knives in my underleaves.” He laughed as he was jostled from behind by a loving elbow. “But seriously, I wear them when I’m out, but stay barefoot at home.”

Pyrif would have sworn he heard a soft, “And bare everything else,” but as neither Gerain nor his Pepp seemed to react, Pyrif didn’t either.

“Well, you’re not using elemental magic, and it works better for me to not be all tangled up. And I like the feel of dirt and air on my skin.” She winced as she flexed her toes a little too far. “Well, usually.” Retrieving her foot from the unresisting Gerain’s grasp and curling it into her lap, she began massaging the vines beneath the bruised flesh. “How’s Ranuncla?” Toloma nodded at the yellow flower chatting with Nikyri even as she looked towards the ceiling, distracting herself from the discomfort playing across her features.

“She’s fine.” Gerain chuckled. “I can only understand about half of what they’re talking about, though, so I’m glad you two came along.”

“You’re not that slow!” Another soft jostle came from behind, but this time Gerain replied with a gentle elbow of his own.

“You know Ranuncla, don’t you, Pyrif?” Toloma said, her voice lifting over the top of the imminent wrestling match, only properly looking at the birch when he began to glow.

“Oh, yes. Hello, Ranuncla!” The tone was just a shade too bright; he knew it even as the words were spilling from his mouth, but he couldn’t stop it. He couldn’t help it; she was one of the most interesting people he’d ever met, and the last time they had met in the Garden of Dusk things had not been optimal…

She gave no sign of having remembered, however; her own little wave and cheery smile as she turned those lens magnified eyes on him for a moment was just as friendly as ever.

“Hi, Py!”

Toloma looked quickly between the two, Ranuncla turning back to her conversation about flame throwers (why did you need those when there were elementalists who could do it without wasting the fuel?) or whatever it was the two engineers had been talking about and fixed her gaze on Pyrif, who was seemingly attempting to hide beneath his own long head branches.

“Pyrif,” she said, coming to a quick decision borne of instinct and her knowledge of fire. “I think it's time for me to call it an evening, and I’m not sure I’ll get to my bower without help.”

“Of course.” It was good to have something else to focus on, that much was evident in the speed with which he was on his feet and holding out his arms to her.

“I can help as well.” Gerain supported the woman from his sitting position as she got to her feet, but she waved him back down even as she bounced experimentally on the injured foot.

“No, Pyrif should be enough, thanks. You stay here and play with your beloved.” She smiled. “Have a good night, you three.”

“Good night.” Pyrif murmured as he wrapped his arm about Toloma’s waist, bowing so she might wrap her own about his shoulders, and slowly, carefully, they made their ways out into the night.

“They left fast,” Nikyri observed, leaving off his playful shoving to look in the direction the pair had gone. “Was everything alright?”

“Her foot was sore, that much was certain.” Gerain mused.  “Pyrif wasn’t his usual self, though. I wonder…?”

“You think he might…?” The two men regarded each other, red eyes glimmering as they communicated beyond words, each knowing the other was thinking exactly the same - that Toloma and Pyrif might just be interested in one another. Together they grinned.

[aileuromania]

Ranuncla has her Scrapper’s Mask (which looks like a welding mask in its original skin), but I found this look on the TP and had to have it. Now she looks so much more like her story rendition - I have to write about her “motorbike boots” sometime.

[aileuromania]

Mucking about with outfits again. Tumblr, why do you cut off their heads? I odn’t want to make this an unreasonably long post.

[aileuromania]

Buds

Well, for what it’s worth, here it is. I think that I’m tired of going over and over it, so now it’s time to back away, release it to the world, and come back later and edit it all over again.

One day there may be a part 2. It’s just a character study, after all.

No warnings, unless you have trouble with a couple of guys being cuddly.

It was a warm night in the Grove, and beneath the embracing branches of the Mother Tree the Sylvari were making the most of it. The ways were lit by firefly lamps and by the citizenry themselves, luminescence spilling from the foliage of both mother and children alike, and in a myriad of colours they celebrated the simple fact of life.

In the Dreamer’s Terrace, the gathering was still in full swing. There was a joy and an innocence about the young plant people as they moved amongst themselves, and gentle music filled the air for any who were inclined to dance.

On this night, a pale blue Sylvari, her form swathed in pink petals that flowed even as they conformed to the human notion of a gown, was thoughtful as she sat herself next to one of the musicians. With a gentle smile only partially obscured by the mushroom-like frill that comprised her hair, she listened, swaying slightly as the melody soared around them.

Three pieces later and the flute was set aside, its player frowning a little in polite confusion.

“Hello, Toloma.” His white bark glowed as he lowered his eyes. “You don't feel like dancing tonight?”

“Not really. I was happy just to listen.” Leaning forward she placed a hand on his leg. “But why is your music so sad lately?”

Startled he blinked, reaching toward the flute in a flurry of apology. “Oh, I'm so sorry! Would you like to hear Around Don Delly, or maybe The Norn and the Charr?”

“No, no!” She laughed, patting his knee. “It's ok. I was just wondering if you were alright, because you haven't seemed like yourself lately. That's all.”

“Oh.” For a time that was the only reply as he bowed his head, his branches rustling faintly as he regarded his hands.

“Is something wrong, Pyrif?” Now she was concerned, and Toloma scooted in a little closer as she tried to catch a glimpse of his face.

“No… not really.” A slight shrug set his branches aquiver as he glanced up, then away from her intent eyes. “I'm a bit embarrassed that it's showing in my musical choices.”

“What is it?” A sigh, and she couldn't help but notice his look of longing across the clearing. Two figures sat there all but intertwined, laughing and chattering with the gathering, but never quite moving out of each other's range. Blue leaves and grey twigs mingled where heads touched in easy familiarity, and love and contentment radiated from their corner of the world.

Toloma blinked.

“No!” she gasped, glancing from the pair back to Pyrif - who immediately began to glow in embarrassment as he realised where her reasoning had taken her.

“No!” he agreed. “I mean, not them, exactly. Gerain and Nikyri have been my friends since we were sprouts. It would be strange.”

“Then what?” Shuffling in a little closer still, she put a hand on his shoulder in comfort.

“It's…” Another sigh, before he ruefully chuckled. “It's hard to explain.” His inhalation of breath indicated he was willing to try despite the difficulty.

“Sometimes I feel like the Dream isn't enough.” he began, his gaze steady now as he regarded her, hoping she would understand beyond the nigh on blasphemy the words might indicate. “Or I wish I had someone special to share it with, like them.”

“But they shared their Dream before they emerged from their pods.” Toloma said dubiously, leaning back a little so she could study the whole picture.

“I know, and they're so lucky! They were born knowing who they loved. But me…?” He hummed sadly, shaking his head. “It's so confusing.”

“So you play sad songs and hide away in your corner while you try to work it out.” Satisfied with this thought, she settled back on her haunches, her hands resting in her lap. “Py, I don't think that’ll solve anything!”

“It makes me feel better.” His gaze turned back towards the flute lying in the nearby grass, and Toloma huffed and stood with the grace of a fern unfurling.

“Come on, let’s dance.”

Slowly he reached out to take her demanding hand, but chuckled, “I thought you didn't feel like dancing?” as he was pulled to his feet.

“Well, now I do!”

“Now there’s something you don't see every day.” The nectar had been flowing freely amongst the small group on the balcony, so some of the glowing eyes peering down to the floor below were a little unfocused. With a hiccuped chuckle to acknowledge her sudden attention, the short leaved woman continued, “Didn't know Duskers could dance at all.”

“I didn't know you could see them through that blindfold,” one of her companions snorted, a smirk twisting her sharp features.

“I can hear them! Can't you? So…” Words failed her for a moment and she gestured wildly. “...I don't know! Measured!”

“Toloma always dances.” Another companion, her pink face accented with thorns, rolled her eyes towards the ceiling and shifted in her seat. The faint clink of metal beneath her red leaves punctuated the words as she peered over the side without enthusiasm. “Nice to see Pyrif having fun for once. Now.” She raised her voice slightly, signifying a change of topic. “Who was coming with me to the practice field tomorrow?”

“I will!” The blindfolded woman turned (completely unnecessarily, if she was to be believed) away from the siding, her full and glaring attention now on the woman in red. “Thorns, Vyss, I'll go now if you're itching for a fight!” The smile was genuine, if a little reptilian across that wide mouthed visage. “I can take you on!”

“Tell me again why I hang around with Noons.” The smirker sighed, her voice laced with amusement even as the final one of the company - one who until now had been tinkering with some gadget or another - butted against her with a thin shoulder.

“Because we’re so much fun!”

“That has to be it,” came the sardonic agreement, but she grinned as she returned the shoulder buffet in kind. “What are you doing there, Rani?”

“Ranuncla.” The correction was almost automatic now. Huge dark eyes were magnified to an almost absurd degree by the lens apparatus perched on a near nonexistent nose as the small yellow flower looked up. “It's nothing much, just a watchwork piece I picked up in Divinity’s Reach. I thought I could develop it into a timer for watering a garden, so the farmers don't have to work so hard. The Humans in Queensdale have these huge watering towers in their fields, and…”

“...she’s off,” murmured the one identified as Vyss. “Apacea, why?”

“Better than watching you and Teudila slicing each other up on the practice field, isn't it?” The smirker whispered even as the buttercup girl continued blithely on.

“... perhaps there might be a wider application for such a thing here! So I…”

“I'm not really sure of that.” Vyss gingerly fingered the thorns along her nose to hide the words from the now utterly energised tinker.

“...with a wrench and a bit of time, I think it might be possible to even set something similar up near the Mabon Markets. The Soundless could use the farms, couldn't they?”

“There's a group even you couldn't hear dancing, Teud.” Apacea’s jibe hit home in the brief respite from the torrent, and that intense non-regard of the blindfold was turned on her.

“Do you know you smell?”

“Yes.” Apacea chirped, her thin hand brushing the gourds hanging from her belt. It was a well known downside to her chosen profession, and as such wasn't anything she’d take insult from. At least this time she hadn't brought one of her minions along - they just weren't the partying type. “Would you like to fight me about it?”

There was a pause as the group collectively held its breath, broken by a hearty and heartfelt guffaw. Teudila pounded the thinner (but spikier) Apacea’s shoulder as she laughed.

“Not now. Maybe later.” Though it was impossible to be sure, those present would have sworn later that Teudila winked.

“Does anyone want to hear about the innovations the Charr have brought to agriculture?” the tinker asked, brightly looking from one to the others, but as no one wanted to face the verbal flood again, no one answered.

“Practice tomorrow is going to be interesting, if nothing else.” Vyss muttered to herself as she took a bracing slug of her drink.

[aileuromania]

I updated my GW2 character page today (not that there’s much info there. They need bios), and so here are the new portraits. Just in case you wanted to see pics of those I’m writing about lately.

[aileuromania]

My computer is less chokey at the moment, and I risked taking a few screenshots. Teudila and Ranuncla are new salads on the menu, being a Revanant and an Engineer. Apacea has been around a little while now, but I did love this look on her. She’s a Necromancer, could you tell?

[aileuromania]

This is mostly for my own reference and musing, but I thought some might be interested to see where my GW2 characters will be going come Path of Fire; elite-specialisation wise, anyway. Some of them have a really good in-character reasoning for it, while others are ... far less so.

So, to go in pictorial order:

1. Necromancers

Apacea has always been a bit of a rebel. Not to the detriment of the Sylvari, but she’s always done her own thing. She is, you may notice, cactus-based, with her spiky head and lack of greenery. She is a fighter, but loves her friends and would do anything she could to help them. She seems a good choice to manipulate sand and to punish those who would hurt those she cares about, so she’s going to become a Scourge.

Xoqqi on the other hand has long been interested in the dead and how to harness death magic - being an Asura means that she has always thought herself better than any of lesser intelligence and has always been a bit arrogant. Well, a lot, actually. And as I just want to see her dragging around that massive greatsword, she’s going to be a Reaper.

2. Rangers

Sarin Beresford is a Norn, and has always believed int he strength of Bear to keep her going and get her through difficult times. She has a bear companion she raised from a cub - Bjarn - and they have traversed Tyria together in their adventures. She has a deep affinity for animals, and will in time become a Soulbeast.

Kerilsa however is less determined. She’s more a wanderer who happens to know how to get along with animals, and has lived a long time upon the land, learning about its energies and power. She is of the Cycle of Night, and so has an affinity with the moon - she will make a good Druid.

3. Engineers

Ranuncla has for a long time sought to find a way to combine the more typical technologies of the Charr and Humans to that of the Sylvari, interweaving nature and tech to the betterment of both. With Holosmithing she believes she can do that, using light to create all new wonders.

Prahris Clawstrike however has always been one who liked to sink her claws into things, to bash and explode her way through to her goals. She’s a scrapper at heart, and now will become a Scrapper in specialisation, belting enemies with her bloody great wrench before going back to fixing or dismantling whatever she was doing before.

4. Thieves

Sjoukje Diesen is going to be a Daredevil. For a Norn she is lithe and trim, and has always been one to find herself in the middle of a fight, though she’s also fairly adept at talking her way out of bad situations as well. She and her staff will go far, as she’s always been something of an acrobat. Or, as you will, a catburglar when necessary.

pod!Gerain however... I’ve never been comfortable with him as a Thief. The only reason he was rolled as a Thief in the first place was because I didn’t have one and didn’t want him to be constrained in the “warrior” role his SWTOR counterpart had been trained in. However I’ve regretted that choice for a long time, as I never really saw him as wanting to steal anything except perhaps the odd trinket from the oblivious and of course kisses from his love. But now that Deadeye is coming in with its long range sniping ability using rifles and having the Steal ability completely replaced, maybe now, finally, he can be settled in my mind as the Tareg’erai’nuruodo AU as he was intended to be.

That’s it for now. I’m still debating as to which of my Mesmers (Lorit Chomondeley and Pyrif) will end up the Mirage (Lorit, you peacock, those mirrors are for magic use, not... oh, never mind), and pondering on my Elementalists (Toloma and the new Enla Kaivas), while I don’t see Vertoc becoming a Firebrand. He was very content being the Dragonhunter he is, so I may just have to roll another new character for that sometime.

[eri-nakanose]

ソイフラワーのお花しぼりばっかりやってたので、 蜜蝋のお花作りたい症候群になっています。 ・ たぶん、指先を動かしたいんだと思います。 ・ ということで、恒例の納品用作品の製作追い込み中です。 ・ 5月中に終わらせたかったけど、 間に合いませんでした。 ・ スイッチ入るのがちょっと遅かったなぁ、反省。 ・ #キャンドル#フラワーキャンドル#トーメイキャンドルワークス#みつろう#お花#バラ#ラナンキュラス#アネモネ#マーガレット#マム#ユリ#ビオラ#アートキャンドル協会#キャンドル作家#ハンドメイド#キャンドル教室#奈良#橿原市#candle#flowercandle#10mei#beeswax#flower#rose#ranunclas#anemone#margaret#mum#candlecreator#candleschool#nara#kashihara

[aileuromania]

I’m on the quest to find good screenshots to put on my gaming rig’s wallpaper theme. I haven’t got Fraps or anything here, but these ones have come out not too bad for being crappy jpgs.