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<center><font style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 35px;">FAIE / JEMMA </font></center>
<p><center>extra small | beatnik & nursemaid | smells like cherries and lemon | violarum x olive? any parentage is fine | <a href="https://pin.it/3tGF7Zf">moodboard</a></center>
<b>INSIDE</b> ✦ gentle -- maybe too gentle. needs to experience the world to understand its cruelty. naive. emotional. hopeless romantic. shirks responsibilities. easy-going. often falls into the shadows of her louder, more eccentric siblings, but doesn't loathe them for it. more of less of a pacifist, except in the face of great injustice. heart over head. playful. girlish. caretaker. "i can change them". lacks the grit required for self-preservation; selfless. <b><i>you will break -- but oh, you will also heal.</i></b>
<b>OUTSIDE</b> ✦ from her first breath, is is evident that she will never amount to any sort of large or opposing figurine. she is delicate in her youth, a little bit slower and a little bit weaker than the rest -- but that warm fire forever burns within her gaze, glowing chocolate and mahogany and alight with wonder. while some may have thought that the runt would eventually catch up to the size and stature of her siblings, they would, unfortunately, be wrong in such an assumption; for she will forever be a petite creature, stealthy and quick and unassuming in all of the ways that one could be.
the frei daughter will, however, grow into her own sort of demure beauty. it will be the simple kind, without flashy pearls and extravagant designs -- rather, it will be the kind of beauty that is tender and familiar and sweet, her features soft and elegant and draped in sun-kissed shades of caramel. high-cheekbones, wispy lashes, and thin, velvet lips will one day round out the woman's face, with markings scattered across her frame that announce her as a messy melting pot of her trilateral parentage.
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<b>PREVIEW</b> ✦ A shrill sound of shock slipped from between the babe's lips as the stranger's dark form came rolling towards her, sending up a cloud of dirt and debris from the meadow's floor as he did. Faie managed to avoid impact by barely an inch, darting to the side, ears folded back - but her speed did not account for her <i>clumsiness</i>, nimble limbs quick to twist and pretzel as she shifted her weight to the right, tripping over herself as she, too, met the earth in one, slick swoop.
She laid there for what felt like an eternity, ears ringing and her throat raw - but when she finally found her composure again, head shaking and elbows propping her up for a better view of what that bulldozer of a cub had done, it was then that she saw the extent of the damage. <b>"My flowers!"</b> She cried out, brows furrowing in childlike grief as a paw raised to the velvet edges of her lips. Her bouquet, that had been so tediously collected beneath the lull of spring's first warm sun, now laid crumbled and smushed, paw-prints and tears littering the edges of the pastel petals. He had completely destroyed all of her hard work.
<b>"Look at them,"</b> The paw slipped gingerly from in front of her lips then, so that one, flexed toe could point in the direction of the catastrophe, as she felt a surge of emotion swell in her stomach. It only took a few moments for that ebbing sense of disappointment to shift from her belly, to her chest, to her throat, before finally reaching the wide, batting eyes of the child.<b> "They're, they're --"</b> Her voice choked, caught somewhere in her throat as she looked upon the once-beautiful display, finally lifting herself back up upon her haunches, just in time to finish her sentence: <b>"-- <i>ruined</i>."</b> The single word was emitted lowly as small tears finally spilled from the corners of her eyes, slipping down her plush, bronzed cheeks and streaking the hairs there dark and damp.
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<center><font style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 35px;">FAIE / JEMMA </font></center>
<p><center>extra small | beatnik & nursemaid | smells like cherries and lemon | violarum x olive? any parentage is fine | <a href="https://pin.it/3tGF7Zf">moodboard</a></center>
<b>INSIDE</b> ✦ gentle -- maybe too gentle. needs to experience the world to understand its cruelty. naive. emotional. hopeless romantic. shirks responsibilities. easy-going. often falls into the shadows of her louder, more eccentric siblings, but doesn't loathe them for it. more of less of a pacifist, except in the face of great injustice. heart over head. playful. girlish. caretaker. "i can change them". lacks the grit required for self-preservation; selfless. <b><i>you will break -- but oh, you will also heal.</i></b>
<b>OUTSIDE</b> ✦ from her first breath, is is evident that she will never amount to any sort of large or opposing figurine. she is delicate in her youth, a little bit slower and a little bit weaker than the rest -- but that warm fire forever burns within her gaze, glowing chocolate and mahogany and alight with wonder. while some may have thought that the runt would eventually catch up to the size and stature of her siblings, they would, unfortunately, be wrong in such an assumption; for she will forever be a petite creature, stealthy and quick and unassuming in all of the ways that one could be.
the frei daughter will, however, grow into her own sort of demure beauty. it will be the simple kind, without flashy pearls and extravagant designs -- rather, it will be the kind of beauty that is tender and familiar and sweet, her features soft and elegant and draped in sun-kissed shades of caramel. high-cheekbones, wispy lashes, and thin, velvet lips will one day round out the woman's face, with markings scattered across her frame that announce her as a messy melting pot of her trilateral parentage.
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<b>PREVIEW</b> ✦ A shrill sound of shock slipped from between the babe's lips as the stranger's dark form came rolling towards her, sending up a cloud of dirt and debris from the meadow's floor as he did. Faie managed to avoid impact by barely an inch, darting to the side, ears folded back - but her speed did not account for her <i>clumsiness</i>, nimble limbs quick to twist and pretzel as she shifted her weight to the right, tripping over herself as she, too, met the earth in one, slick swoop.
She laid there for what felt like an eternity, ears ringing and her throat raw - but when she finally found her composure again, head shaking and elbows propping her up for a better view of what that bulldozer of a cub had done, it was then that she saw the extent of the damage. <b>"My flowers!"</b> She cried out, brows furrowing in childlike grief as a paw raised to the velvet edges of her lips. Her bouquet, that had been so tediously collected beneath the lull of spring's first warm sun, now laid crumbled and smushed, paw-prints and tears littering the edges of the pastel petals. He had completely destroyed all of her hard work.
<b>"Look at them,"</b> The paw slipped gingerly from in front of her lips then, so that one, flexed toe could point in the direction of the catastrophe, as she felt a surge of emotion swell in her stomach. It only took a few moments for that ebbing sense of disappointment to shift from her belly, to her chest, to her throat, before finally reaching the wide, batting eyes of the child.<b> "They're, they're --"</b> Her voice choked, caught somewhere in her throat as she looked upon the once-beautiful display, finally lifting herself back up upon her haunches, just in time to finish her sentence: <b>"-- <i>ruined</i>."</b> The single word was emitted lowly as small tears finally spilled from the corners of her eyes, slipping down her plush, bronzed cheeks and streaking the hairs there dark and damp.
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