#phenalyn

"Upon my lips lingers your name; with a sigh, I speak it to the wind, in hopes that it may reach you, so my dove may return with wings outstretched into my arms.”

Happy Valentine’s Day with the ever lovely @house-vexile

                                             flight·lessˈflītlis/

                    adjective: (of a bird or an insect) naturally unable to fly.

A wildwood and duskwight decide to start a family –

Name: Fleur Talavaine de Marcellus ( translation: Flower of course! )

Gender: Female

General Appearance: Perhaps not touched by moonlight’s caress, yet she is a shade between that of her pale mother, and her sun-kissed father. Her skin is peppered with freckles that fall along her nose and cheeks. Half-lidded eyes are the shade of the forest during spring, but her hair is the color is a mesh of sunlight made of soft waves, hereditary of her father’s side of the family. Slender of build, she is perhaps on a petite spectrum for an elezen, but she fills out nicely when flourishing into womanhood.

Personality: Fleur is normally soft-spoken when addressed. And though her voice is quiet, and she perhaps comes off as timid because of it, make no mistake that as she gets older, the elezen becomes bold in her words and speaks her mind articulately. She is polite and respectful, minding her mannerisms, but she demands respect from others and expects it in return. She is both duskwight and wildwood, though she quick to correct others who choose to belittle her because of her duskwight blood. Quick of wit and sharp of tongue, as a woman she argumentative once roused to take a combative tone.

Special Talents: She loves art, in fact, it is a passion of hers introduced to her by Phenalyn, who at an early age, gave Fleur some charcoal, a long piece of parchment, and left her to create masterpieces to show her father. With stained fingertips, she would proudly present her creations to her father, who encouraged her to continue and kept each piece she made. 

From Lanceloux, she learns the art of marksmanship and the hunt, which leads her to begin carving and creating her own bows from scratch for practice. Much to the delight of her aunt’s friend, Ivaan, who took her to the woodworking guild to learn the trade. Lance showed her the basics, and she only desired to take what she learned and master it.

Who they like better: She loves her mother’s gentle demeanor, the warmth in her voice, the way she seemed to glow when they were all together - the way she laughed and gave the best hugs, how her eyes filled with light and she filled the room with radiance. She named her flower, yet she believed her mother was deserving of that title.

But, she also loves her father, who she believed was what a fairytale knight would be; he was gallant and fearless to her, always treating her like a lady worthy of a noble title. Thus, she could not put them on a pedestal, they were equally loved.

Who they take after more:  Lanceloux perhaps in the alarming, intense expressions she at times wore. It was clear to see his presence there. Yet it was Phenalyn’s gentle beauty that counterbalances it, especially in her eyes, and the smile that softened her features.

Personal Headcanon: She spends many a day outside, at times hunting with her father, or even taking an easel and painting the natural world. Like her mother, she enjoys nature and all its aspects, she finds herself at peace here, and rather live surrounded by the graces of the forest instead of being behind the gates of a city. Fleur loves flowers, and for her namesake, this was rather fortunate; she gathers them with her mother, and enjoys making floral crowns for her when Phenalyn gets older of age, and no longer can take the long walks they enjoyed together.

Lanceloux brings her books from his travels, often taking her along with him to learn about other cultures, always taking a piece of written literature back. This leads her to become a bibliophile like her beloved mother. She is well read, and into womanhood, she becomes an explorer, but always returns to her parents, with a memento of her travels, and stories to fill their hearts.

Found a lovely elf off to the side and decided to say hello~