Hoodoos at Black Birch Canyon (Bryce Canyon National Park) by Mark Stevens Via Flickr: A setting looking to the south while taking in views across hoodoos and other eroded formations at Black Birch Canyon in Bryce Canyon National Park.

So my friend @charminglyantiquated shared a story-game with me that she's working on for @elsewhereuniversity and I became kiiinnnddadaa obsessed so for Christmas I had to make a little surprise for her about for the next letter I sent her.

Without giving spoilers, the narrative features an origami swan with writing on the back, and a special ring and I was like "I CAN DO SOMETHING WITH THAT".

So I did. Pls enjoy my beautiful origami that's hiding SECRETS.

[Image Description 1: A photo of an origami swan. The swan is made of fancy paper with gold detailing, but hiding in the underside of the wing can be seen some handwriting Image Description 2: On the backside of the unfolded swan is a number of quickly scratched notes in different handwritings and annotations in black ink as well as a drawing of a simple ring. There's also faded writing in blue ink that can't be read. One note points to the faded ink and reads "Looks like there might be something up here?" Pointing at the ring is a back and forth between different handwritings "Why a ring?", "Who's is it?", "no idea", "do we need to know?". The last writting at the bottom of the paper is in all caps and reads "These secrets are by season sealed, Only by winter's bite revealed." and had written comments point it it reading "riddle from Canyon, no idea where they got it" and "this is important??" End Description.]

Riddle solution and revealed text and under the cut

The blue writing was written with a temperature-sensitive ink, which was revealed by making it cold - in this case, she stuck it in the freezer, which is exactly what I did when I tested the ink on the paper. The poem is about the central problem of the narrative :)

[Image ID 3: Another look at the back of the paper, now with small, neat cursive writing revealed in blue ink. A poem has been revealed written above and around the ring, and mysterious symbols written on the inside of the ring. The poem reads: "In time of love and trust betrayed, The Queen in birch and sleep had laid. For ruling Knight had little known, that grudges left unchecked had grown. A worthy soul the crows had found, To bring Spring Queen back to her crown. Now revels sing of Queen’s old songs, the friend of crows you find is gone. Replaced by neighbor, form eschewed, Their fate, you find, is up to you. Choose well, dear friend, which path you take, Soon all will know the story you make." End Description.]

A Court of Readers and Dreamers

Chapter 19: Riptide

The Attor stood in front of me, teeth bared like a rabies infected animal as its tail lashed at the cobbles of the wide room I had been dragged to for my second trial early this morning. I had been waiting for what felt like hours as faeries trickled into the rows of seats carved from the gray stone. A quartet was playing somewhere high in the chamber, the sound distorting to something angelic and so out of place for the refraction chamber of malevolence. Most of the seats were filled now, including a secluded section with 6 velvet seats that the High Lords were settled into.

My stomach was twisting so much I was thankful I had not eaten the watery soup that had been given with a slice of bread that morning. The chamber here was cold, so cold that my breath was puffing out in white clouds and my fingers had already gone pink where I exhaled into my hands. It would have been comfortable in any other clothing than the scrap of mauve that I was still dressed in. My feet were numb and starting to border into purple as I tried to keep moving, keep the blood moving so I didn’t freeze in place. 

I had just reached down to massage some warmth into my legs when Amarantha swept into the room in a sky blue and ivory dress, the hems lined with peppered furs. Tamlin accompanied her, still dressed in his dark green and browns as she took a seat in a high backed throne that sat at the center of a semicircle platform against the back wall. I sucked in a breath and straightened to stare at her as I suppressed my shivering muscles. 

She smiled down at me as she motioned to the crowd to quiet with a hand, “Well, you survived this long Feyre, and now your second trial has come.” She was self assured as she said it, like she was finally getting rid of annoying pest infestation. I tried to calm my heart as I avoided looking at the black eye that stared at me with such intensity that my hands started to sweat even in the cold. “Have you figured out that little riddle of ours yet?” 

I only moved to bare my teeth at her, my silence an obvious answer to her as she crossed a leg over a knee. “Too bad,” She sighed it out in feigned disappointment before that festering smile slid back onto her face, it seemed to be her favorite expression despite how tightly it pulled those lips. “But I am sure that we have something that will get your head turning quite soon, don’t you worry.” She waved her hand and the reverberations through the stone below me as the floor started to slide into the walls had me throwing my arms out, stabilizing as I spread my stance.

The floor was split into two, and an open pit was revealed, and the sound of rushing water had my blood pumping with such force through my ears I expected my eardrums to burst. If the room was cold before it now became an icebox as I peered down. My heart dropped so hard I swore I heard it splatter against the exposed rocks below that now flanked a coursing river. There was no Lucien chained to the floor, no red hot spikes to descend upon me if I answered her riddle wrong.

No, instead there was that river that pulled the breath from my lungs and on a small island in the center of the torrent were two crouching figures- two young crouching figures. I couldn’t think to fight back, to figure out a way to defy her as the attor’s claws scooped under me and dove down into the canyon, not as I fell closer and closer to see the two young boys come into focus. Their bark skin was like river birch, wane and peeling as they clung to each other. They both looked just over 12, but I could tell the older boy apart from how he curled around his brother, shielding him from the splashing water.

The Attor dropped me on a beach of bones and clay , the grinded bones making alabaster sands I hadn’t noticed before and I couldn’t draw breath as I looked back up at Amarantha, she looked like a child getting a gift as she clapped her hands together.

“I heard you had a friend with a little birdy, and when I saw that her two little nephews were left all alone in Summer I couldn’t very well leave them there.” She waved another hand and I barely scurried out of place as planks of wood clattered over the edge of the pit. They sprayed sand as they slammed where I had been, a length of rope following after the planks. She had kidnaped Alis’ boys, and they were collateral in my death. Fear collided with white rage that overcame my vision. “The river does like to ebb and flow -quite like your human hearts-, this one likes a two hour cycle and I think the last cycle has just ended, lucky you.” 

One hour, I had one hour to figure out how to get the boys from that small rock and out of this pit. I break my staring contest with her and look up the sheer walls. On the opposite side of the water where I am, there is a hallway opening just a few feet above the floor, warm fire light spilling from it where torches burned just past my eyeline. I couldn’t hear the murmuring of the crowd as I evaluated the resources I had. The river was little over 20 feet wide from one shore to the other, the boys were on a sinking rock at the center. The jeers of the crowd from above spurred me into action as I ran to the pile of wood and rope.

The wood was smooth but I grabbed the rope and started tying knots, testing it with a braced foot before I repeated the knots on another plank. They were beveled at one end, looking as though they were ripped from a suburban fence. Just enough for me to take a few steps back from the water that seemed an inch or so closer than the start of my tying and stab the end of the wood into the clay. It was secure enough for me as I gave it a harsh tug, it had to be enough. With the other secured piece wood in hand I toed close to the splashing water.

“Boys!” I yelled across the water and the one I assumed to be the older one lifted his head to look at me. A single glance and me and him agreed at that moment to work for the smaller boy, whose sobs I could just barely hear over the water. “Can you catch this if I throw it across?” I raise the piece of wood above my head, and maybe I should be more careful how I move around children as the chiffon shifted and I had to use my other hand to keep it from slipping off my breast.I should have made Rhys give me back my clothes last night but with the summer male the thought had slipped from my mind. I could barely see the small nod as the older boy detangled himself from his brother ever so slightly and scooted to the edge of their rock.

Adrenaline was shaking me in place as I pulled my arm back and threw the wood just as I had thrown the bone at Amarantha, but this one wasn’t to show my strength. This one displayed every weakness I had as I watched the wood sail through the air with a trail of rope. He caught it in his hands and before I could guide him on what to do he was shoving it between a crack in the rock he was on. I took one last look to the solid shore under me and grabbed onto the rope that was now just skimming the top of the tide.

I walked into the water, cursing the water felt like ice against my skin. There wasn’t time to tread water though and I was swimming, gripping the rope with both hands as the water ripped at the dress. Paint was smearing down my arms and chest but I couldn’t think past the blistering cold, only giving myself the single command to reach the boys. I reached the rock and tiny hands were at my wrists and pulled me onto the stone.I was shaking as I turned over and hurled into the water, but the rock was even closer to the water now in the minutes I had fought against the water.

Hands were running down my back as I hurled and I heard a chorus of laughter above. I looked up and I could see the small features of the boys now, the older one rubbing my back as I caught my breath.

“Can either of you swim?” The question came out as a choked plea as I pulled my legs under me and looked to the shore that promised the boys freedom. Both of them shook their heads and I swore again. “Okay- shit- Fine, okay” 

I turned and planted my feet along the rock and pulled at the rope to dislodge the plank I had dug into the clay, thankful I hadn’t wedged it in the stones as I dragged it across the water. My back burned at the movements and two sets of arms wrapped around my waist as a surge of water had me lurching just a bit. I paused my pulling for just a moment to ruffle my hand through blond hair on top of the younger one's head. 

The wood clattered along the stone as I hefted it up, the wood having become sodden in its time in the water. I pulled the dry piece from the crack the boy had put it in, replacing it with the wet plank before I told the boys to hold onto the end of the rope as the water was now sliding over my bare feet. I winced as I saw the edges of their trousers darken with water, hoping the boots tied tightly to their feet would keep them dry for a while longer.

I scanned the shore across from us, the shore I would get those boys to, an outcropping of rocks catching my eye where two rocks just barely overlapped, creating a V that would catch the board. One throw, I would have one easy throw before the porous wood became weighed down with water like the other, any throw after that would require twice as much effort and as my arms were already on the verge of shaking from my swim. I had spent years preparing for a small riddle that had been useless and I had endangered Alis and her boys. My eyes ached with the effort not to cry about it, I didn’t have the energy to spare or the humility to let Amarantha see how this was shaking me.

The plank missed the first time I threw it, then the half dozen other times after that. My back and shoulders ached but it finally caught on the stone, the chill from the water being replaced with rolling beads of sweat. A small hand was at my shoulder as I dry heaved over the water the moment I let the rope drop from my hands. I looked into the watery eyes of the younger boy before I knelt on the rock to talk to the two boys. I pulled the younger one under one arm and the older one into the other before I pulled back.

“What are your names?” I should have asked sooner but this next step would require trust I had minutes to earn. The younger boy had a rounder face with blond hair spilling from above to curl into the edges of the bark skin, his eyes the deep brown of rich soil. The older one's hair was a darker brown, almost the same shade as Alis’ and whose eyes leaned more into a honey brown that whispered of sun warmed wheat fields. They might be decades older than me but still they were children that deserved those eternal summer days.

“My name is Beisenn, Ma’am.” The younger one spoke first as he stepped back from my arms to hide half behind his brother. “Are you Auntie’s friend?” I could have cried at the mention of Alis, of what I risked for her by asking her to take me here, the boys who would either die or live because of my foolishness.

I nodded past the tears welling in my eyes, “Yes, your Aunt Alis is a very good friend of mine.” I then turned to the older one who still stayed inside my loosely hung arm. “ I am going to get you and Beisenn out of here, but you have to trust me just till we get over that water okay?” 

His face hardened, just like Alis’ did when she was about to put her foot down against my whining. “My name is Luca,” he looked to his brother and then to me again and I felt his age course through me in that look, “Beisenn gets across first.”

I nodded quickly, and told them of the plan to cross the river. I would cross with one boy at a time, each of us holding the rope until they got to the beach, then we would find a way to get them up to the hallway entrance I had seen. The plan wasn’t perfect but I needed to think and the crushing weight of two boys lives was slightly hampering my clarity. But they agreed after Luca made cut off a length of extra rope from the stake in the rock to tie around me and his brother. 

I was in the water with Beissen, my wrist wound in the loose length as I slowly lowered us into the water. Beinssen’s arms were wrapped behind my neck as I kept him close to me, he had flinched away from the cold of the water when it reached up to his calves that were wrapped around me. He was just like a human child filled with fear that clung close to any adult, and I would make sure Alis saw her boys again in their court. The edge of the rock dropped off harshly when I was submerged up to my waist and I had to heave to keep Beinssen’s head above the water that splashed up around us.

The tide must have gotten stronger since I had first swam across because water was now kicking up around us as we blocked its flow. I was grateful for my wrist wrapped in the rope even as it pulled at the skin as I started making my way across the river. My bones groaned against the cold and I could feel the shivers over taking both mine and Beisenn’s bodies as I dragged us across the water. Eternity passed with each pull along the rope but I gritted my teeth against it. During that eternity I murmured praises into Beisenn’s hair, telling him how brave he was being that it would just be a tad longer now. Halfway across the water the praises turned into reassurances for myself. If I was to die I could never face Alis’ in the afterlife if I was the cause of her only families’ deaths. 

Bone fragments scraped my heels when I finally came in close enough to the opposite shore. The bones on this side were older, yellowed and calcified after what might have been millenia in this pit. Their age also meant they were softer and every step I took against the shore had the bones crumbling under me, any hope for a foot hold slipping away with it. Beisenn was crying again against my shoulder as I pulled us from the water. He was shivering from the cold as I walked him inland, placing him right beside the rocks I had used to secure the plank.

“You did such a great job, now can you wait here while I grab your brother?” I said as I squeezed down his arms, ringing out the frigid water from the cloth. He gave me a sniffly agreement and I was back in the water no more than a moment later.

It was easier to pull myself across without the added weight of a child, but still there were moments I had to pause. In the moments I paused the taunts of the faeries above trickled down. I had been too preoccupied to notice them before, the chorus of slurs and insults having become unimaginative as they ran out of phrases to cheer together. They stoked the fire in me just enough to make it back to the rock, where Luca was standing, water now washing over his ankles fully even as he stood at the tallest part of the rock.

I would have been embarrassed for the scrambling it took for me to meet him up there if it wasn’t for the fact I had lost much of my dignity in the previous nights. I wrapped my arms around Luca as I used the board jutting straight up to stabilize myself, panting. I didn’t have the breath to talk to Luca but he understood enough when I motioned for him to climb onto my back. It should be easier to go through the water on my front rather than on my back. Still my mind nagged at me that it was ridiculous for immortal children who lived in summer court of all places did not know how to swim as I splashed back into the water.

This trek was the least graceful of all as I tugged myself along the rope, often ducking my head underwater just for a break against the sweat pouring from my hair and to cut through the surface tension if only slightly. Luca was silent on my back, arms wrapped tight around my neck as I swam, and did not complain even at the frequent stops I had to make. I was so exhausted, the panic ebbing away at the adrenaline that had been pushing me so far mixed with the fae-wine hangover I would usually be nursing right now. 

I grit my teeth against the rope burn forming in my palm as the water pulls me back slightly, the fibers of the rope cutting into raw skin. I couldn’t wallow in pity as much as I wished to, not with a life literally on my shoulders. Speaking of the life on my shoulders, I looked back towards Luca. His skin that had started to warm to oak bark had waned again, pale and flaky as he shivered against my back. I had to get us out of the water before either one of us succumbed to the cold.

I closed my eyes, no longer looking at the distance I still had to cross as I just moved hand over hand, my legs kicking at the water to push me forward along with my straining arms and core. Then I felt the bone strewn shore scrape along my knee and my eyes flew open. Beisenn was standing on a tall pile of ivory bones, the water has risen enough that only the rock faces are left dry still.  I dig my feet deep into the silt under me as I push up, out of the water as I wade out of the water.

A place where dry bones had crunched under me now had water up to my ankles as I walked Luca over to his brother, water dripping down both of us. My legs are shaking now with full force exhaustion and cold. Luca rushed to his brother, checking him over for any small wound that could have occurred in their separation. I smiled at the siblings, the worry reminded me softly of Nesta checking me over that first night I came back covered in the blood of a rabbit. That first kill had been for our survival as I knew it, and now I would need to continue on for just a month longer.

The promise of my freedom closing in dulled the pain in my feet and legs as I pulled the boys to just under the hallway entrance. I guided Luca to climb upon my shoulders as I kneeled in the bone mush, then offered my small support to Beisenn to climb on top of his brother. Bei was just able to reach the edge of the hallway when he stood on top of his brother’s shoulders and I had risen from my knees.

I felt Luca shift on my shoulders as his heels dug into the side of my chest. The weight above me changed and I heard the small grunts of Beisenn as his brother pushed his feet to have his chest half over the lip of the entrance. Then the weight was gone and I was left with just one child on my shoulders. I put a stabilizing hand against the wall as Luca pulled his legs from my side and moved to stand as his brother had. They were almost free from the pit but Luca was just too short to reach the lip of the entrance, even with Beisenn’s arms now draped over the edge to reach for his brother.

Every part of me shook as I put one of Luca’s still boot clad feet into my hand and pushed. I had to get him up to the small hands reaching for him, then I would curse at Rhys to get them out of here or so help me God. The weight was gone from my wrist and shoulders as I looked up to see a pair of trouser covered legs kick at open air before he was pulled fully over the ledge. I heard the children’s cheering and smiled to myself before I realized I was trapped in the rising water with no base to push me up to that ledge. 

Amarantha’s voice drawled from above and my empty stomach roiled at the sound. “You humans are so narrow sighted as to only see brute force as your way out of trouble? And after my kind sacrificed so many years educating yours and still you are left alone, been abandoned by those you saved.”

I didn’t look up at her as my eyes grew to saucers and I looked over the shore that was washing away under my feet. There, two body lengths to the side of the entrance were three juts of bone that had blended in with the pale stone, one of the bones holding the excess rope I had cut to tie Beisenn to me during our crossing. 

There still was a riddle. My breath was high in my throat as I rushed to the stone they came from. Small words were carved into the stone just above them, and I had to squint to make out the letters and the roman numerals stamped at the heads of each bone. I tried reading the riddle, but my eyes were burning in minutes. Not only was it wordy but it constantly contradicted itself, talk of brothers of stone and sky bickering over who shall own the oceans. I scanned the words for any hint that I could use to quickly find the answer but there were none and I was left in water that had risen to my hips. The bottom of the levers were starting to be covered by water and I quickly grabbed the length or rope before it was swept away. It was a good ten feet long and I made quick work of tying it around my wrist and securing it to a proper jut of stone from the wall so I could assure myself I would not be swept away on the tide.

There was no way I would be able to obtain the answer to this riddle before I was taken to where ever the water led so I would be left to guess. My hand extended toward the second lever, Second trial, Second lever. That was the extent of my thinking as I touched the silver letters. My palm burned with the same pain that had laced up it when I moved the shattered bones in it and I jerked my palm to my chest. The water flow must have increased because it was now licking at my navel as I panted.

The pain jarred me and I looked up to the crowd, searching for the eyes I knew were glued to me. Night sky met steel and I let go of a soft breath, the distance was too great to see his specific expression. Instead I looked to his hands, where they were hidden in his pockets and I knew he was the one sending the searing pain through that tattooed palm. 

I reached for the first one, One human lover, one human betrayer, really my rationalizations were becoming far more poetic than Amarantha’s weak riddle of love as I cursed at Rhysand for the pain that had me gritting my teeth against a wail. That left me with one lever, 3, and something clicked in my head.

Three trials, 3 sisters, and the riddle wasn’t of two brothers, but two eldests who spoke over the youngest brother who already played in the tides. I yanked the lever down with all my might, ignoring any pain that could sprout against the movement but none came as I heard stone groan once again.

I whipped my head around desperately to see the stone below the alcove opening slide back into the wall to form a ramp up. The harsh movement of my torso had cost me stability, though, and my feet slipped under me as bone silt was washed away from under my sole. I hit the water hard and was dragged a few feet down before the rope around my wrist grew taught and stopped me abruptly. My shoulder barked in pain as I resurfaced, sputtering up filthy water. I dug my feet deep into the bones below me, ignoring small sharp fragments of bone as I stood on shaky legs and unhooked my wrist from the rope slowly.

One foot moved an inch at a time as I hugged close to the stone wall, fingers gripping into whatever hold they could find even as the stone cut my finger pads. I came to the corner of the now open hallway and wrapped my hand around it as I quickly slung myself around. The suction of the water tried to pull me back but I was scrambling up the stone, desperate to get out of the water. I got to the top of the ramp and saw the two boys there just as I heard a chorus of boos from the open arena as more groaning stone was heard. The pit I came from grew darker until there was only a single candelabra on the wall illuminating the boys as they crowded to me. I hugged them as I limped further into the hall and away from the sound of crashing water.

Swirling shadows gathered and condensed to form Rhysand, grinning as he looked at me holding the boys close to me as I shook from the cold that had certainly made my lips blue by now.

“Get them out of here.” The words were sharp and Rhysand’s smile dropped as he saw my shaking was not just from the cold but a burning hatred that was threatening to send tears cascading down my face. I gave a quick squeeze to each of the boys shoulders with small murmurs of promise that Alis will be waiting for them when they get home before Nuala and Ceridwen came from the shadows and each took the hand of a boy as they moved down the hallway.

“How did she get them?” The tears were falling now as I saw Rhys’ face tighten. I was terrified, so terrified that I would have to live and die with the blood of two boy’s blood on my hand joining that of Andras’.

“I don’t know” his words were quiet and then he was gone, melded back into the shadows in the stone as the clattering sound of Amarantha’s lackeys came down the hallway. They must be coming to fetch me to throw me back into my cell. So I wiped my eyes and stood with as much composure as I could, hoping the dim lighting and cold would account for the blotchy redness of my face from my quick lived rage.

The warmth of terror washed away to cold shame mixed with some other emotion as I let them drag me through a series of tunnels till they found the cellar again. My cot was a familiar plushness as I wrapped myself in the furred blankets and sobbed myself to sleep.

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fluffy white nimbus clouds. dark grey cumulonimbus clouds. rainclouds. a hurricane. light spring breeze.  a sherbert-colored sky at sunrise. hazy yellow skies. deep blue ponds of fresh water.  blankets of sparkling snow. tornado winds.  monsoon flooding. rich, orange sunsets.  soft, purple clouds at dusk. heavy hail. the rumbling of thunder. icy sleet. gentle snowfall. moss-dusted tree bark. pink sunset clouds. grey winter skies. navy blue skies in the daytime. cool mist in the morning. leaf-bare trees. giant ocean waves.  the full moon.  a cracked, dry desert. rolling hills of prairie grass. sweeping waves of briny seawater.  rocky, steep ravines. rippling canyon walls. spindly, cave stalactites.  creeping, green ivy. lush canopies of leafy trees. dense, white fog. a peaceful creek of clear water. flowering cacti dusted with dew, catching light in the morning sun. a bubbling, hot pool of volcanic sulfur.  sharp, grey mountainsides.  fossils nestled in chunks of rock. a white sand beach.  deep imprints of animal tracks in the dirt. soft, squishy moss. uniform rows of birch trees in winter. delicate mushrooms popping up in spring from beneath the decay on the forest floor. tumbleweeds jerking in the faintest wind across the desert landscape. light rain. summer wildfires.  a mixing of hot and cool air before a storm. silent lightning in the static of summer heat.  a windy blizzard. thick flakes of snow tumbling down from the sky.  a tree standing alone in a barren, yellow field. a desert of loose sand and tall, orange dunes. a pure blue sky.  a river of molten rock. a grove of flowering trees. twisting, mangled roots sticking up from the muddy ground. bitter, cold winds. tumultuous skies of stormy clouds. branches of lightning ripping across the sky. a foggy swamp. the tree-bare foothills of a mountain range.  sandy brown cliffsides.  rocky coastlines. the violent shaking of an earthquake. the mysterious sound of ethereal trumpets in the sky. the lights of the auroras borealis and australis. a black sand beach. a lone tropical island in the reef of shallow,  aqua waters. underwater volcanic vents. a herd of migrating mammals. tree branches growing heavy with ripe fruit. light streaming down through the clouds.  a field of lush grain wading peacefully in the summer breeze. the sound of insects and frogs teeming in the night. natural diamonds nestled in coarse desert sands. a frozen lake.  

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fluffy, white nimbus clouds. dark, grey cumulonimbus clouds.  rain clouds.  a hurricane. light spring breeze.  hazy yellow skies. deep blue ponds of fresh water. blankets of sparkling snow.  tornado winds.  monsoon flooding.  rich, orange sunsets.  soft, purple clouds at dusk. heavy hail.  the rumbling of thunder.  icy sleet.  gentle snowfall.  moss-dusted tree bark. pink sunset clouds.

grey winter skies.  navy blue skies in the daytime.  cool mist in the morning.  leaf-bare trees.  giant ocean waves.  the full moon.  a cracked, dry desert.  rolling hills of prairie grass.  sweeping waves of briny seawater.  rocky, steep ravines.  rippling canyon walls.  spindly cave stalactites.  creeping, green ivy.  lush canopies of leafy trees.  dense, white fog.  a peaceful creek of clear water.  flowering cacti, catching light in the morning sun.  a bubbling, hot pool of volcanic sulfur. sharp, grey mountainsides.  fossils nestled in chunks of rock.  a white sand beach. deep imprints of animal tracks in the dirt.

soft, squishy moss.  uniform rows of birch trees in winter.  delicate mushrooms popping up in spring from beneath the decay on the forest floor.  tumbleweeds jerking in the faintest wind across the desert landscape.  light rain.  summer wildfires.  a mixing of hot and cool air before a storm.  silent lightning in the static of summer heat.  a windy blizzard.  thick flakes of snow tumbling down from the sky.  a tree standing alone in a barren, yellow field.  a desert of loose sand and tall, orange dunes.  a pure blue sky.  a river of molten rock.  a grove of flowering trees. twisting, mangled roots sticking up from the muddy ground.

bitter, cold winds.  tumultuous skies of stormy clouds.  branches of lightning, ripping across the sky. a foggy swamp.  the tree-bare foothills of a mountain range.  sandy brown cliff sides.  rocky coastlines. the violent shaking of an earthquake.  the mysterious sound of ethereal trumpets in the sky.  the lights of the auroras borealis and australis.  a black sand beach.  a lone tropical island in the reef of shallow, aqua waters.  underwater volcanic vents.  a herd of migrating mammals. tree branches growing heavy with ripe fruit. light streaming down through the clouds. a field of lush grain waving peacefully in the summer breeze.  the sound of insects and frogs teeming in the night.  natural disaster.

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Muse: Kimiko

fluffy white nimbus clouds || dark grey cumulonimbus clouds || rain clouds || a hurricane || light spring breeze || a sherbet-colored sky at sunrise || hazy yellow skies || deep blue ponds of fresh water || blankets of sparkling snow || tornado winds || monsoon flooding || rich, orange sunsets || soft, purple clouds at dusk || heavy hail || the rumbling of thunder || icy sleet || gentle snowfall || moss-dusted tree bark || pink sunset clouds || grey winter skies || navy blue skies in the daytime || cool mist in the morning || leaf-bare trees || giant ocean waves || the full moon || a cracked, dry desert || rolling hills of prairie grass || sweeping waves of briny seawater || rocky, steep ravines || rippling canyon walls || spindly cave stalactites || creeping green ivy || lush canopies of leafy trees || dense, white fog || a peaceful creek of clear water || flowering cacti dusted with dew || a bubbling hot pool of volcanic sulfur || sharp gray mountainsides || fossils nestled in chunks of rock || a white sand beach || deep imprints of animal tracks in the dirt || soft, squishy moss || uniform rows of birch trees in winter || delicate mushrooms popping up from beneath the decay on the forest floor || tumbleweeds blowing in the faintest wind across the desert landscape || light rain || summer wildfires || a mixing of hot and cool air before a storm || silent lightning in the static of summer heat || a windy blizzard || thick flakes of snow tumbling down from the sky || a tree standing alone in a barren, yellow field || a desert of loose sand and tall, orange dunes || a pure blue sky || a river of molten rock || a grove of flowering trees || twisting, mangled roots sticking up from the muddy ground || bitter, cold winds || tumultuous skies of stormy clouds || branches of lightning ripping across the sky || a foggy swamp || the tree-bare foothills of a mountain range || sandy brown cliff sides || rocky coastlines || the violent shaking of an earthquake || the lights of the auroras borealis || a black sand beach || a lone tropical island in a reef of shallow, aqua waters || underwater volcanic vents || a herd of migrating mammals || tree branches growing heavy with ripe fruit || light streaming down through the clouds || a field of lush grain waving peacefully in the summer breeze || the sound of insects and frogs teeming in the night || natural diamonds nestled in coarse desert sands || a frozen lake || the scent left after the rain has fallen || a meandering river || a lightning-blasted tree || an aristocrat’s manicured garden

Tagged by: @lightinthesand​

Tagging: anyone who wants to steal this!

Muse Aesthetics: Nature

Bold the natural aesthetics that appeal to / apply to your muse.

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Muse: Anoma Kitt

fluffy white nimbus clouds || dark grey cumulonimbus clouds || rain clouds || a hurricane || light spring breeze || a sherbet-colored sky at sunrise || hazy yellow skies || deep blue ponds of fresh water || blankets of sparkling snow || tornado winds || monsoon flooding || rich, orange sunsets || soft, purple clouds at dusk || heavy hail || the rumbling of thunder || icy sleet || gentle snowfall || moss-dusted tree bark || pink sunset clouds || grey winter skies || navy blue skies in the daytime || cool mist in the morning || leaf-bare trees || giant ocean waves || the full moon || a cracked, dry desert || rolling hills of prairie grass || sweeping waves of briny seawater || rocky, steep ravines || rippling canyon walls || spindly cave stalactites || creeping green ivy || lush canopies of leafy trees || dense, white fog || a peaceful creek of clear water || flowering cacti dusted with dew || a bubbling hot pool of volcanic sulfur || sharp gray mountainsides || fossils nestled in chunks of rock || a white sand beach || deep imprints of animal tracks in the dirt || soft, squishy moss || uniform rows of birch trees in winter || delicate mushrooms popping up from beneath the decay on the forest floor || tumbleweeds blowing in the faintest wind across the desert landscape || light rain || summer wildfires || a mixing of hot and cool air before a storm || silent lightning in the static of summer heat || a windy blizzard || thick flakes of snow tumbling down from the sky || a tree standing alone in a barren, yellow field || a desert of loose sand and tall, orange dunes || a pure blue sky || a river of molten rock || a grove of flowering trees || twisting, mangled roots sticking up from the muddy ground || bitter, cold winds || tumultuous skies of stormy clouds || branches of lightning ripping across the sky || a foggy swamp || the tree-bare foothills of a mountain range || sandy brown cliff sides || rocky coastlines || the violent shaking of an earthquake || the lights of the auroras borealis || a black sand beach || a lone tropical island in a reef of shallow, aqua waters || underwater volcanic vents || a herd of migrating mammals || tree branches growing heavy with ripe fruit || light streaming down through the clouds || a field of lush grain waving peacefully in the summer breeze || the sound of insects and frogs teeming in the night || natural diamonds nestled in coarse desert sands || a frozen lake || the scent left after the rain has fallen || a meandering river || a lightning-blasted tree || an aristocrat’s manicured garden

Tagged by: @hijodelamedianoche Tagging: @c0mplex-heroes (Kimiko) and anyone who wants to do this!

NATURAL AESTHETICS THAT APPEAL TO THE HEIRESS.

fluffy white nimbus clouds. dark grey cumulonimbus clouds. rain clouds. a hurricane. light spring breeze. a sherbet-colored sky at sunrise. hazy yellow skies. deep blue ponds of fresh water. blankets of sparkling snow. tornado winds. monsoon flooding. rich, orange sunsets. soft, purple clouds at dusk. heavy hail. the rumbling of thunder. icy sleet. gentle snowfall. moss-dusted tree bark. pink sunset clouds.

grey winter skies. navy blue skies in the daytime. cool mist in the morning. leaf-bare trees. giant ocean waves. the full moon. a cracked, dry desert. rolling hills of prairie grass. sweeping waves of briny seawater. rocky, steep ravines. rippling canyon walls. spindly, cave stalactites. creeping, green ivy. lush canopies of leafy trees. dense, white fog. a peaceful creek of clear water. flowering cacti dusted with dew, catching light in the morning sun. a bubbling, hot pool of volcanic sulfur. sharp, grey mountainsides. fossils nestled in chunks of rock. a white sand beach. deep imprints of animal tracks in the dirt.

soft, squishy moss. uniform rows of birch trees in winter. delicate mushrooms popping up in spring from beneath the decay on the forest floor. tumbleweeds jerking in the faintest wind across the desert landscape. light rain. summer wildfires. a mixing of hot and cool air before a storm. silent lightning in the static of summer heat. a windy blizzard. thick flakes of snow tumbling down from the sky. a tree standing alone in a barren, yellow field. a desert of loose sand and tall, orange dunes. a pure blue sky. a river of molten rock. a grove of flowering trees. twisting, mangled roots sticking up from the muddy ground.

bitter, cold winds. tumultuous skies of stormy clouds. branches of lightning ripping across the sky. a foggy swamp. the tree-bare foothills of a mountain range. sandy brown cliff sides. rocky coastlines. the violent shaking of an earthquake. the mysterious sound of ethereal trumpets in the sky. the lights of the auroras borealis and australis. a black sand beach. a lone tropical island in the reef of shallow, aqua waters. underwater volcanic vents. a herd of migrating mammals. tree branches growing heavy with ripe fruit. light streaming down through the clouds. a field of lush grain waving peacefully in the summer breeze. the sound of insects and frogs teeming in the night. natural disaster.

your muse's aesthetics as nature.

bold or italicize what appeals, or apply, to your muse. please repost, don't reblog !

fluffy white nimbus clouds. dark grey cumulonimbus clouds. a hurricane. grey cumulonimbus clouds. rainclouds. light spring breeze. a sherbet-colored sky at sunrise. hazy yellow skies. deep blue ponds of fresh water. blankets of sparkling snow. tornado winds. monsoon flooding. rich, orange sunsets. soft, purple clouds at dusk. heavy hail. the rumbling of thunder. icy sleet. gentle snowfall. moss-dusted tree bark. pink sunset clouds. grey winter skies. navy blue skies in the daytime. cool mist in the morning. leaf-bare trees. giant ocean waves. the full moon. a cracked, dry desert. rolling hills of prairie grass. sweeping waves of briny seawater. rocky, steep ravines. rippling canyon walls. spindly, cave stalactites. creeping, green ivy. lush canopies of leafy trees. dense, white fog. pebble-dashed canals. a peaceful creek of clear water.

flowering cacti dusted with dew, catching light in the morning sun. a bubbling, hot pool of volcanic sulfur. sharp, grey mountainsides. fossils nestled in chunks of rock. shining gemstone peeking out of rock. a white sand beach. deep imprints of animal tracks in the dirt. soft, squishy moss. uniform rows of birch trees in winter. delicate mushrooms popping up in spring from beneath the decay on the forest floor. tumbleweeds jerking in the faintest wind across the desert landscape. light rain. summer wildfires. a mixing of hot and cool air before a storm. silent lightning in the static of summer heat. a windy blizzard. thick flakes of snow tumbling down from the sky. a tree standing alone in a barren, yellow field. a desert of loose sand and tall, orange dunes. a pure blue sky. where water pools in tree roots. a river of molten rock. a grove of flowering trees. twisting, mangled roots sticking up from the muddy ground. bitter, cold winds.

tumultuous skies of stormy clouds. branches of lightning ripping across the sky. a foggy swamp. the tree-bare foothills of a mountain range. sandy brown cliffsides. rocky coastlines. the violent shaking of an earthquake. the mysterious sound of ethereal trumpets in the sky. the lights of the auroras borealis and australis. a black sand beach. a lone tropical island in the reef of shallow, aqua waters. underwater volcanic vents. a herd of migrating mammals. tree branches growing heavy with ripe fruit. light streaming down through the clouds. a field of lush grain wading peacefully in the summer breeze. the sound of insects and frogs teeming in the night. natural diamonds nestled in coarse desert sands. a frozen lake.

tagging: you ! if you see this on your dash and you'd like to do it for your muse, feel free to steal this from me !

bold the natural aesthetics that appeal to / apply to your muse.  

Repost, do not Reblog. feel free to add any natural features you see fit!

fluffy white nimbus clouds. dark grey cumulonimbus clouds. rain clouds. a hurricane.light spring breeze. a sherbet-colored sky at sunrise. hazy yellow skies. deep blue ponds of fresh water. blankets of sparkling snow. tornado winds. monsoon flooding. rich, orange sunsets. soft, purple clouds at dusk. heavy hail. the rumbling of thunder.

icy sleet. gentle snowfall. moss-dusted tree bark. pink sunset clouds. grey winter skies.navy blue skies in the daytime. cool mist in the morning. leaf-bare trees. giant ocean waves. the full moon. a cracked, dry desert. rolling hills of prairie grass. sweeping waves of briny seawater. rocky, steep ravines. rippling canyon walls. spindly, cave stalactites. creeping, green ivy. lush canopies of leafy trees. dense, white fog. a peaceful creek of clear water.

flowering cacti dusted with dew, catching light in the morning sun. a bubbling, hot pool of volcanic sulfur. sharp, grey mountainsides. fossils nestled in chunks of rock. a white sand beach. deep imprints of animal tracks in the dirt. soft, squishy moss. uniform rows of birch trees in winter. delicate mushrooms popping up in spring from beneath the decay on the forest floor. tumbleweeds jerking in the faintest wind across the desert landscape. light rain.

summer wildfires. a mixing of hot and cool air before a storm. silent lightning in the static of summer heat. a windy blizzard. thick flakes of snow tumbling down from the sky.a tree standing alone in a barren, yellow field. a desert of loose sand and tall, orange dunes. a pure blue sky. a river of molten rock. a grove of flowering trees. twisting, mangled roots sticking up from the muddy ground.

bitter, cold winds. tumultuous skies of stormy clouds. branches of lightning ripping across the sky. a foggy swamp. the tree-bare foothills of a mountain range. sandy brown cliff sides. rocky coastlines. the violent shaking of an earthquake. the mysterious sound of ethereal trumpets in the sky. the lights of the auroras borealis and australis.

a black sand beach. a lone tropical island in the reef of shallow, aqua waters.underwater volcanic vents. a herd of migrating mammals. tree branches growing heavy with ripe fruit. light streaming down through the clouds. a field of lush grain wading peacefully in the summer breeze. the sound of insects and frogs teeming in the night.natural diamonds nestled in coarse desert sands. a frozen lake.

The Sun Through Nearby Evergreens and Blue Skies (Bryce Canyon National Park) by Mark Stevens Via Flickr: While walking the Bristlecone Loop Trail and a view looking up and to the east in Bryce Canyon National Park. My thinking in composing this image was to close down on the aperture to create more of a starburst look with the sun and also use the tree to help filter some of its brightness. The rest of the image was about the blue skies and this one fading contrail.

bold the natural aesthetics that appeal to / apply to your muse.  repost, do not reblog.  feel free to add any natural features you see fit !

fluffy white nimbus clouds. dark grey cumulonimbus clouds. rainclouds. a hurricane. light spring breeze. a sherbert-colored sky at sunrise. hazy yellow skies. deep blue ponds of fresh water. blankets of sparkling snow. tornado winds. monsoon flooding. rich orange sunsets. soft, purple clouds at dusk. heavy hail. the rumbling of thunder. icy sleet. gentle snowfall. moss-dusted tree bark. pink sunset clouds. grey winter skies. navy blue skies in the daytime. cool mist in the morning. leaf-bare trees. giant ocean waves. the full moon. a cracked, dry desert. rolling hills of prairie grass. sweeping waves of briny seawater. rocky, steep ravines. rippling canyon walls. spindly, cave stalactites. creeping green ivy.  lush canopies of leafy trees. dense, white fog.  a peaceful creek of clear water.  flowering cacti dusted with dew, catching light in the morning sun. a bubbling, hot pool of volcanic sulfur. sharp, grey mountainsides.

fossils nestled in chunks of rock. a white sand beach. dark water.  deep imprints of animal tracks in the dirt. soft, squishy moss. uniform rows of birch trees in winter.   delicate mushrooms popping up in spring from beneath the decay on the forest floor.  tumbleweeds jerking in the faintest wind across the desert landscape. light rain. white feathers fluttering down from flocks of doves in the sky.  summer wildfires. a mixing of hot and cool air before a storm.  silent lightning in the static of summer heat.  a windy blizzard.  thick flakes of snow tumbling down from the sky.  a tree standing alone in a barren field.  a desert of loose sand and tall, orange dunes. a pure blue sky.  a river of molten rock. a grove of flowering trees. twisting, mangled roots sticking up from the muddy ground. 

bitter, cold winds. tumultuous skies of stormy clouds. branches of lightning ripping across the sky.  a foggy swamp.   the tree-bare foothills of a mountain range.  sandy brown cliffsides. rocky coastlines. the violent shaking of an earthquake. the mysterious sound of ethereal trumpets in the sky. the lights of the auroras borealis and australis. a black sand beach.  a lone tropical island in the reef of shallow. underwater volcanic vents.  a herd of migrating mammals.  tree branches growing heavy with ripe fruit. light streaming down through the clouds.  a field of lush grain wading peacefully in the summer breeze. the sound of insects and frogs teeming in the night. natural diamonds nestled in coarse desert sands. a frozen lake. the sea salt scent of the air right above the ocean.  the rippling of water as fish dive down under the surface to hide. the warmth of the seaside sand in the tropics. the quaint of a spider’s web balancing dew on its threads at dawn.

TAGGED BY: Yoinked from @super-kame-love​ a long long time ago

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Muse Aesthetics: Nature

Bold the natural aesthetics that appeal to / apply to your muse.

Repost, do not reblog. feel free to add your own!

fluffy white nimbus clouds || dark grey cumulonimbus clouds || rain clouds || a hurricane || light spring breeze || a sherbet-colored sky at sunrise || hazy yellow skies || deep blue ponds of fresh water || blankets of sparkling snow || tornado winds || monsoon flooding || rich, orange sunsets || soft, purple clouds at dusk || heavy hail || the rumbling of thunder || icy sleet || gentle snowfall || moss-dusted tree bark || pink sunset clouds || grey winter skies || navy blue skies in the daytime || cool mist in the morning || leaf-bare trees || giant ocean waves || the full moon || a cracked, dry desert || rolling hills of prairie grass || sweeping waves of briny seawater || rocky, steep ravines || rippling canyon walls || spindly cave stalactites || creeping green ivy || lush canopies of leafy trees || dense, white fog || a peaceful creek of clear water || flowering cacti dusted with dew || a bubbling hot pool of volcanic sulfur || sharp gray mountainsides || fossils nestled in chunks of rock || a white sand beach || deep imprints of animal tracks in the dirt || soft, squishy moss || uniform rows of birch trees in winter || delicate mushrooms popping up from beneath the decay on the forest floor || tumbleweeds blowing in the faintest wind across the desert landscape || light rain || summer wildfires || a mixing of hot and cool air before a storm || silent lightning in the static of summer heat || a windy blizzard || thick flakes of snow tumbling down from the sky || a tree standing alone in a barren, yellow field || a desert of loose sand and tall, orange dunes || a pure blue sky || a river of molten rock || a grove of flowering trees || twisting, mangled roots sticking up from the muddy ground || bitter, cold winds || tumultuous skies of stormy clouds || branches of lightning ripping across the sky || a foggy swamp || the tree-bare foothills of a mountain range || sandy brown cliff sides || rocky coastlines || the violent shaking of an earthquake || the lights of the auroras borealis || a black sand beach || a lone tropical island in a reef of shallow, aqua waters || underwater volcanic vents || a herd of migrating mammals || tree branches growing heavy with ripe fruit || light streaming down through the clouds || a field of lush grain waving peacefully in the summer breeze || the sound of insects and frogs teeming in the night || natural diamonds nestled in coarse desert sands || a frozen lake || the scent left after the rain has fallen || a meandering river || a lightning-blasted tree || an aristocrat’s manicured garden

Tagged by: Stole it! Tagging: @lightinthesand (Kit) @niratias (Eka)

Black Birch Canyon | Bryce Canyon National Park, UT | October 2019

Gone forest bathing...be back soon (but not too soon!)

Photo: Spearfish, South Dakota

* 𝑴𝑨𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻: boho / hippie names ( + meanings & origins ) !

under the cut you'll find a masterlist of +100 safe male names (some of them are good for be surnames or middle names) and they meanings / origins with groovy 60s & 70s vibe inspired by nature, animals and music.

aster: a daisy-like flower (greek origin) bud: symbolic of a budding future (american origin) miller: a silver-leaved perennial flower (irish or scottish origin) quince or quincy: a type of shrub in the rose family; means “apple like fruit” (latin origin) ren: lotus; is a symbol of self-growth and enlightenment (japanese origin) rhodes: where roses grow (greek origin) rosen: roses; a popular jewish first / surname (german origin) alder: an alder tree’s wood is used to make electric guitars (english origin) arlow or arlo: evergreen barberry tree (spanish origin) asher: blessed and happy (hebrew origin)  birch: a white slender tree that can bend to the ground without breaking (english origin)  calyx or calix: a husk or pod / the funnel-shaped part of a flower (greek / latin origin) cane or kane: a stalk of sugar (english origin) carver: wood carver (english origin) cedar: a tree known for its scented wood (latin origin) forrest: a land of trees and magnificent nature (english / scottish origin) hollis: of the holly tree known for its lovely red berries (english origin) huck: like the huckleberry fruit, the state fruit of idaho (english origin) linden or lyndon: a large deciduous tree with a sturdy trunk (english / german origin) perry: dweller near a pear tree (english origin) reed or reid: a tall grass; also means red-headed (english origin) ripley: strip of clearing in the woods (english origin) rowan: a reddish brown tree; also means “little redhead” (scottish / irish origin) sage: an herb with grayish-green leaves; also means wise (latin origin) silas: man of the forest (latin origin)  timber: growing trees (english origin) berg: mountain or cliff (german origin) brent: from a steep hill (english origin) bryce: means speckled (scottish origin) canyon: a deep person with layers (spanish origin) clay: as earthy as it gets; fine-grained earth (english origin) cliff: a steep rock face (english origin) coal or cole: a natural resource; a dark gray or black color (english origin) denver: green valley (english origin) everest: as in the world’s tallest mountain (english origin)  hutton: a ridge enclosure (english / scottish origin) jasper: a red, yellow, brown, or green gemstone; also means "bringer of treasure" (persian origin)  jet: a coal-like organic gemstone (english origin) knox: a round-topped hill (scottish origin) lander: means territory (german origin) lyle: topographic name for one who lives on an island (scottish / english / french origin) onyx: a black gemstone (greek origin) ridge: a long narrow hilltop; an elevated strip of land (english origin) sawyer: woodcutter; one who saws timber (english origin) stone: means "solid as a rock" (german origin) abner: father of light; creator of the sun and stars (hebrew origin) aden or aiden: means little fire; also means "attractive" (irish / hebrew origin) blaze: a fiercely burning fire (english origin)  brenton: fire or flame; also means "town of fire" (english origin) flint: a stone that makes a spark (english origin) sorin or soren: means "sun" (romanian origin) brooks: means "small streams"; one who dwells by a brook (english origin)  calder: means "rocky water" (english origin) callan: means "flowing water" (scandinavian / gaelic origin) dylan: son of the sea (welsh origin) hurley: means "sea tide" (gaelic origin) kai: means "sea" (hawaiian origin); ocean, restoration, or recovery (japanese origin) moses: delivered from the river (hebrew origin) nile: means "champion" (greek origin)  remy: oarsman; one who drives a boat forward (french / latin origin) rivers or river: flowing water; a large winding stream (latin origin) rivo: means "stream" (italian origin)  trent or trenton: gushing or flooding water (english origin) wade: at the river crossing; wading through the water (english origin) zale: power of the sea (greek origin) raiden: thunder and lightning (japanese origin) ari: means eagle (nordic origin) or lion (hebrew origin) buck: means "male deer" (english origin) colt: a young horse less than 4 years old (swedish origin)  corbin: means "crow" (latin origin) falcon: a bird symbolizing victory (english origin) finch: a cute and colorful small bird (english origin) hawk or hawke: one of the most intelligent birds (germanic / english origin) lynx: a wild cat with luminescent eyes (greek origin) lyon: means "lion" (french origin) phoenix: a mythical bird symbolizing immortality (greek origin) talon: the claw of a bird of prey (french origin) corwin: heart’s friend; also means "one who lives near a castle" (english origin)  darrell: means "beloved" (french origin) felix: happy and fortunate (latin origin)  fenmore: means "dear love" (english origin)  fritz: peaceful ruler (german origin) jayden or jaden: means "thankful" (hebrew origin) jonah: means "dove", a symbol of peace (hebrew origin)  leif: means "loved"; also means descendant (scandinavian origin) levi: joined in harmony (hebrew origin)  lev or liev: means "heart" (yiddish origin)  milo: peaceful and calm; also means "soldier" (latin / german origin)  pax or paxton: peace or peace town (latin origin) ziggy: victorious peace (german origin) arrow: means "shot by cupid" (english origin)  art / artie: noble one (latin origin) damon: to subdue; a symbol of friendship (greek origin) dax: means "leader" (french origin) echo: a reverberating sound (greek origin) rex: means "king" (latin origin)  rider or ryder: means "horseman" (english origin) sutter: means "shoemaker" (english origin)  tanner: leather tanner (english origin) zane: means "god is gracious" (english origin)