#flower meme

🧠- i love hearing you talk. you should ramble to me more often

🌷- i wanna shittalk people with you and just be haters together. it would be fun

🌻- im proud of you

🍄- you didn't deserve what happened to you

🥊- id beat someone up with you

🍁- im so glad you're my friend

- @clone-ur-rick

She looks at him with a delight smile as he places the holographic flower in her hair. What a sweet gesture.

Ricky takes a compact mirror from her bag so she can see how it looks.

Courtesy of Shockwave

The Flora of the Private Garden || Accepting

Acanthus: Is your muse deceptive, or willing to lie or deceive to achieve certain means? Why or why not?

The political climate of the south tropics does not allow for much wiggle room. A wrong expression, a wayward word and the whole of the tropical band is at your throat.

These are things that Fariah breathes. Taught from a young age onward, everything she learned was specifically controlled to properly condition the Crown Princess into a vicious politician herself. She recalls being able to read expressions, how to hear certain vocal tics, see the way someone moved as something to their character.

The common man wears himself on his sleeves. The successful politician does not.

Being politically charged requires the need to be deceptive. A wrong tic of the face or voice are weakness to an opponent ready to drive the knife into your ribs, metaphorically or literally. And so everything she is and does is controlled in instances she is uncertain of. For her job, and for general social events.

She is described as intense, but everything she shows is so minutely controlled to the finest detail. She does not speak higher than a flat drone, she does not move parts of her face she does not want to use. Emotion is tamped, expression can be used.

Fariah is not so much a deceiver in the ways you would recognize. She is the snake in the grass, capable of uttering a lie in the same breath of a truth to make you think it's a lie. She can smile on command, to ease you into a sense of security or give you the goosebumps of knowing your own grievous mistakes. She stares intently to make you wonder if you have committed any grievous mistakes.

She may not change her face with a noticeable mask, she may continue to be recognizable to all who meet her. But the honeyed words are poisoned with cyanide, and there are teeth behind painted frowning lips. She is a deceiver, a liar, by instinct. Tall, intimidating, powerful. But if it keeps the wolves and vultures that would pick apart her charge and command at polearm's reach?

So be it.

Goldenrod: Does your muse believe in luck or fortune? Why or why not? Where do they believe these things come from?

Fariah is practical in her beliefs.

Although she may make the wayward comment about how lucky things have changed, she is also well aware that such things do not exist the same way society as a whole has warped them. If she has learned anything in her formative years, it is that nothing is gained without hard work.

Fortune and wealth is no different, luck is a little thing people use to make themselves feel better about a situation otherwise out of their control. After all, everyone wants some semblance of control over their own environment, it is easy to figure that the tides of the universe are on your side for a brief moment.

'My, how lucky we are to find this' is hardly more of an utterance to make anyone near her feel like they have an illusion of control, and that she has given them that control. She knows it's not luck.

It's just careful planning.

Magnolia: Describe your muse’s relationship with nature & the natural world.

Though she does not get to experience it as often as she would like, Fariah is still deeply rooted in the more natural uncut parts of the Three and Ten. Despite the population growing more and more day by day, they try to uphold a little of their natural brilliance.

Sparks of color weaving its way among bright greens and earthy spires are a common sight, the thought of being able to witness such raw feral aspect is a source of pride. After all, it is not just the people that make the Three and Ten, but the islands themselves, as the islands came first, and it is the Imperial's job to maintain that balance as well.

However, it does come with a double-edged sword.

It is easy to get lost in a park or scruffle through the wild underbrush like the Antique Sidhe may have done in their time. But such places hold the presence of the other aspect of natural life.

A dark and terrible thing, albeit as necessary as the air they breathe. Faerie-kin have a tendency to manifest where nature is most prevalent. While walls may keep out animals and more mortal invaders, they barely give the nature spirits pause for thought. They lurk in shadows, creep over city walls. You are likely to meet a changeling in the streets asking for your name as you are to see a kelpie staring back from the water of the open rice paddies of the Ring.

A tenuous balance with the natural world, but one that is nonetheless still necessary.

Surprise My Muse with Flowers

"Anna!! It's so pretty!! You shouldn't have!" He ignores the flutter as he takes the flowers into his hands. "Oh gosh--- I love them! The reds and yellows look so pretty with those purple flowers! You're gonna spoil me rotten being this nice to me." He beams at her, holding the flowers close to his chest. He'd have to get her something nice at some point, as a thank you gift.

Surprise My Muse with Flowers