#aubaden

solardere - a neoumbrella under warrven connected to angels, bright lights, sunlight, sunrays, the sun, warmth, comfort, havens, safety, fire, flirtatiousness, love, playfulness, sensuality, stardust, & the stars.

this term can also be connected to fire angels, physical touch, lust, charisma, golden hour, & the colors yellow, orange, & red, but doesn’t have to be.

terminology:

solar/solardine/solardinity; solardere gender quality.

transsolardine/transsolardere; transitioning into solardere and/or solardinity.

arderic; solardere gender alignment.

westerhoutian (Westerhout 49-2); a galactian alignment term; a gender for non-binary individuals who are solardere and/or solardere-aligned.

aubaden; older solardere individual.

daylit; solardere individual.

sun; younger solardere individual.

sunale; solardere sex term.

SRDIN; solardere in nature.

calenic (calendula officinalis); solardere loving solardere; srdLsrd.

based on our oc haven. additional terms can be found here.

aubaden - a term for older solardere individuals.

daylit - a term for solardere individuals regardless of age.

sun - a term for younger solardere individuals.

sunale - a solardere sex term.

   〢▸ Unlike most of the populace, Sera didn’t mind early mornings. The sound of her bare feet could be heard moving around the small kitchen, a happy hum on her lips, and the aroma of fresh food wafting through the air. The normally modest table was decorated with fresh daffodils bundled in a white vase, lace doilies, a simple circlet of chained daisies, and various savory morning goods. But the highlight of her display was a plate stacked high with banana cinnamon pancakes, specifically made to celebrate Mana’s recent improvement in health. A bit of a heavier meal than he was used to but she justified that it was a special occasion. She was just placing a fresh bowl of fruit on the table when she heard the bedroom door open.  

   ❝Good morning, Mana!❞ She called out, dulcet like a song, as she made her way towards him. Slender arms moved to swiftly wrap around her friend in a customary hug. There was nothing but bliss in her spirit, flushed with excitement as the shaman beamed up at him. ❝It’s a big day for you today so help yourself to anything on the table. I hope you’re hungry… I think I made a little too much.❞

  〢▸ She had stopped at yet another boutique, gazing upon the lovely clothing displayed in the window store front. Delicate features contorted into an expression of melancholy; the saddest of smiles marring a pale visage. Fleeting thoughts of how she should give the ball a chance came too often, however in this life, she had been victim to fallen expectations time and time again. There was but little faith left in the frailest of hearts. After all, her form was made to be dressed in either hospital gowns or armored uniforms, nothing suiting the princess she dreamed to be. Fingers grazed over the Atma brand on her cheek, cool to the touch, suddenly feeling self-conscious.