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Emma comes out of the mail room with a potted plant.

It was brought from Camelot Heights-- her parents had insisted on its rapid arrival and had done everything to make it so it would happen. It was apparently something they’d found in the forest that they were pretty sure she didn’t have, and they were correct.

She’s rushing it back to her room when she nearly bumps into someone. “Oh!” She pokes her head above the leaves. “Sorry!”

@untxld-stxries​ (Mara)

"The Little Atlantean" (Aqualad x OC)

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Kaldur leaned out the window, watching the princes and princesses running around in the palace garden with their two big hunting dogs, laughing and shouting after a long day of tight dresses and itchy pants. Cassandra and Stephanie sat with their feet in the fountain, still using sign language to communicate. Tim was finally not looking at his book, but that was mostly because Jason had stolen it and Tim was now running after him to take it back. He asked Mara for help, and Mara did take the book from Jason, but with a wicked glint she began to run from Tim as well.

Emma threw a stick across the yard, and the two dogs jostled each other to be the first to grab it and bring it back. As she knelt to tug the stick from Ace, Richard, sitting on a nearby bench, tapped her shoulder and pointed to the window. Emma looked up, and saw Kaldur watching. She waved to him.

Embarrassed at having been caught, Kaldur couldn't do more than wave in return, and slowly back away from the window. The bubbly feeling in his stomach returned.

Garth finally wriggled out of his pocket, tired of playing the third wheel.

"I hope you appreciate what I do for you," Garth said, pulling a leaf out of his shell and shaking out some of the spices. Kaldur patted him on the head, and placed Garth on the nightstand next to the lantern. He'd stared at it, fascinated, for nearly an hour. It was so warm, but Alfred had already briskly told him not to touch it when he'd immediately attempted to after it had been lit. The way Emma and her siblings listened to him, Kaldur supposed it was best to heed the butler's advice. 

Kaldur took the dinglehopper and began to comb through his hair again, preparing for bed. Garth paced in front of the lantern.

"Now, we have to get that girl to kiss you." He muttered. Kaldur wasn't fully listening, and sat on the bed. He sunk almost completely into the mattress! It was so soft and comfortable! He began bouncing as Garth continued talking.

"You've got to bat your eyes, like this," Garth demonstrated. Kaldur yawned, stretching out his arms and falling back into the pile of carefully arranged pillows.

"You've got to pucker up your lips, like this-" Garth finally noticed that Kaldur had fallen asleep after such a long day, but he couldn't be mad. The boy looked so peaceful, and so happy. 

"You are hopeless, child," Garth blew out the fire in the lantern, and nestled into one of the pillows that had been thrown about by Kaldur's bouncing. It really was comfortable, he thought as he yawned.

"Completely hopeless."

-

Topo hurried into the throne room, where the regent sat miserably on the throne. She righted herself at the audience, eager for any news.

"Any sign of them?" She begged.

Topo shook his head, "I am afraid not, your majesty. No one has seen the Crown Princess, Prince Kaldur, or the court composer since you last did."

Sha'lain'a sank back into the throne. "Very well. Continue the search. I want no stone in this sea left unturned."

Topo bowed deeply, his dark round eyes full of pity, "Yes, your majesty." He returned as quickly as he had come.

As he left, Sha'lain'a's body shook to suppress her sobs. 

"Sha'lain'a?" Mera, the Atlantean general, and Sha'lain'a's closest friend, carefully approached. 

"Oh Mera-" Her voice squeaked as a loud sob tore itself from her chest.

"I hurt him. How could I do that to him!?"

"You are his mother. You wanted to protect him, however extreme your methods. You can ask his forgiveness." Mera counseled gently.

"But Mera, what if it's too late?" Sha'lain'a said.

"What have I done?" She gasped, glancing at her trident with disgust, "What have I done?"

Orm the Royal Advisor, listened from the shadows behind the throne. Sha'lain'a was desperate. 

No one had seen Kaldur, Tula, La'gaan, and Garth in the last twenty four hours.

No one, that is, except for him.

-

Kaldur slept more soundly that night than he ever had before. Alfred brought breakfast to his room, and presented him with a more casual change of clothes for the day.

"Let me know if the boots are uncomfortable, I expect you will be doing quite a bit of walking," Alfred said as he left Kaldur to change.

Kaldur ate a little bit of everything on his plate, and quickly changed, sprinting out of his room and down the halls to find Emma again. He quickly found her in the foyer between the dining hall and the ballroom, talking over some last minute details with Talia, Richard, and Annabella.

"Good morning, Kaldur!" She greeted him immediately with her beautiful smile, "I trust you slept well last night?"

Kaldur nodded, and gave a quick bow.

"No please," Emma placed her hand on his shoulder, "You are my friend, there's no need for that."

Talia was delighted at Kaldur's appearance. "Well, that should be it, Emma. You are free to go."

"When do I get a day off?" Jason grumbled, though no one could hear it under the twins' delighted screams as they climbed all over him.

There was a carriage for two waiting for them in the courtyard, Duke had the horse bridled up already, and handed the reins to Emma as she helped Kaldur into the carriage.

"Be safe," He warned his sister.

Emma rolled her eyes but promised that she would. She waved to the guard in the watchtower, who opened the gate for them. The horse took off at a speedy trot, and Kaldur loved every minute of it, almost like he was swimming through the air. He loved his legs, but they could only go so fast. This felt amazing!

Emma looked over at him as he closed his eyes and raised his arms in the air as the wind blew at them. He had the most childlike wonder at the world, the most unique way of seeing it. He was unashamed of it too, which astounded her. Though Talia and her late father had always encouraged their children to express themselves, she was expected to always act like the Crown Princess she was. Her siblings like Jason and Stephanie could get away with pranks and being uncouth in front of guests, but her missteps and misbehavior always merited a punishment or lecture of some sort.

Today, however, she wasn't with a guest, but with a friend. And she was going to enjoy it.

At the city limits, they left the carriage at the stables. Kaldur ran from horse to horse, gently petting their noses as they leaned out of their stalls for a better look at what was going on. Emma asked the stable hand, Connor, for a handful of sugar cubes. Kaldur made sure each of the magnificent creatures got a cube, the heat from their nostrils tickling his bare palm as they ate right out of his hand. His mother's dolphins never did anything like this!

As they left the stables, they ran into stall after stall of food vendors, with delicacies and pastries that made Kaldur's mouth water. Emma bought them both sandwiches to eat as they walked.

More stalls popped up along the sides of the street as they walked, boasting a variety of objects. Kaldur recognized some of those he'd kept in his grotto before it was destroyed. He found himself fascinated with a rainbow-colored suncatcher, and as he moved it around to play with the light from the sun, Emma bought it for him. The stall-keeper was quite pleased.

As the streets grew more crowded, Emma held his hand, so that she wouldn't lose him. If she did, she was terrified that she would never find him again. As they walked from stall to stall, it went from simply holding hands to entwined fingers. He was so fascinated with every object at every stall, and Emma wanted to buy him everything. She wanted to do anything to keep that smile permanently etched on his face.

They walked over the bridge that connected both halves of the city, and Kaldur spotted La'gaan and Tula in the water. He waved to them, and they waved back before diving deep to avoid being seen.

"Have they kissed yet?" Tula hissed to Garth once it was safe to resurface.

"Not yet." Garth said, once more trapped in Kaldur's pants pocket.

Kaldur was vaguely aware of his friend's harried conversation. He loved all the time he'd spent with Emma today, but it would be nothing more than a fleeting dream if he couldn't kiss her as Ocean Master had warned. He flashed back to all the lessons on manners and courtship that his mother had personally drummed into him and Tula. He didn't want to kiss Emma if she didn't want it. 

She had referred to him as her friend, though, that was a first step, right?

Emma felt his grip on her hand tighten, and she looked up to see him staring down at the cobblestones, slightly pale.

"Are you alright?" She asked quickly, alarmed, "I know Wally's  sandwiches aren't the best for a delicate stomach, but was it that bad?"

He jolted straight up, and shook his head, silently trying to reassure her that he was fine. Emma led him over to sit on an empty bench just in case.

"What's wrong then?" She asked, before remembering that he really didn't have a way of communicating that.

"Do you feel sick?"

He shook his head.

"Is it the people? Are you nervous?"

He started to say no, and then he nodded.

Just up the street, Emma could hear trumpets and fiddles playing for coins.

Kaldur stood up as he recognized the music. That was one of the songs the sailors had been playing the night of Emma's  birthday celebration. It was also a song Garth loved to practice with during rehearsals. At least, at the few rehearsals Kaldur had made it to.

"Do you want to-" Emma's question was lost as Kaldur started pulling her along through the crowd, stopping in front of the quartet of musicians. 

Emma scarcely had time to catch her breath before he held out his hand again, but she found she was enjoying the sensation of breathlessness. They began to dance, just the few steps she had taught him the night before. When the passer-bys saw them dancing, many couples began to join in. The musicians played louder, drawing more people and more coins. 

The more Kaldur danced, the less he thought about his impending task. He spun Emma under his arm, twirled her up in the air, and no one even noticed how his legs twisted awkwardly between every few steps. Everyone who wasn't dancing was watching, and applauding. Occasionally, other people's dancing partners would switch, but Emma refused to dance with anyone else. 

The music finally finished with a grand fanfare, and applause rippled through the crowd. Emma and Kaldur stopped to applaud as well.

"You are the best dance partner I've ever had," she told him over the din of the crowd. Her forehead shone with sweat, and the hairs that made it out of her ponytail were plastered to her head. Kaldur felt much of the way she looked. Without anything else he could say, he gave her the sign she had taught him last night. Beautiful.

Emma flushed, and wrapped her arm around his. "Come with me, there's someplace I want to show you."

20 Beautiful & Unique Bridal Crowns & Tiaras added to Google Docs

20 Beautiful & Unique Bridal Crowns & Tiaras

Looking to add a little ‘extra’ to your bridal wardrobe? Planning to make a royal statement as you walk down the aisle? Whether you’re a classic princess or mystic boho bride – we have the bridal tiara picked out just for you.

I have in the past declared my obsession with bridal hair accessories – bridal vines, crystal-encrusted combs, flower crowns & starry pins. But there’s nothing I love more (as seen in my own wedding-day look) than a glimmering bridal tiara.

Tiara by Eden Luxe Bridal

You don’t have to be a traditional bride to admire the royal statement that a bridal crown can make. From raffia embroidered pieces that would wow on the beaches of Mexico, to dainty tiaras that add that subtle glimmer to an already sparkling gown & dried flower crowns for the bohemian babe – we swear, there’s a bridal tiara for everyone.

And for those that bow to the classic, regal pieces of our beloved royals & aristocracy, we’ve even featured a few statement gems that will absolutely wow. You’ll find an incredible crown inspired by Queen Elizabeth’s own pieces and an art-deco tiara fit for Downton Abbey’s Lady Mary (swoon!) No doubt, there will be a few tiaras in your shopping cart by the end of this post.

1. The Royal Bridal Crown

Eden Luxe Bridal Queen Victoria Bridal Tiara

2. The Greek Bridal Tiara

Anna Marguerite Laurel Leaf Bridal Tiara

3. The Chic Bridal Tiara

Tania Maras Lauder Bridal Tiara

4. The Dried Flower Crown

Love Sparkle Pretty Harmony Dried Flower Crown

5. The Edgy Bridal Crown

Kryle Kryle Crystal Bridal Crown

6. The Art-Deco Bridal Tiara

Eden Luxe Bridal Lady Mary Bridal Tiara

7. The Mystic Bridal Tiara

Emma Katzka Isolde Bridal Tiara

8. The Dainty Bridal Tiara

Tania Maras Henri Bridal Tiara

9. The Bohemian Bridal Crown

Let Chat Roses Pink Gypso Bridal Flower Crown

10. The Sparkling Bridal Tiara

Twigs & Honey Ginerva Bridal Tiara

11. The Quirky Bridal Tiara

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Emma Katzka Bridal Helen Bridal Tiara

12. The Subtle Bridal Tiara

All About Romance Couronne de Fleur

13. The Antique Bridal Tiara

Treasures 570 Antique Gold Bridal Tiara

14. The High-Fashion Bridal Tiara

Magnetic Midnight Raffia Bridal Tiara

15. The Traditional Bridal Tiara

USA Bride Vintage Bridal Tiara

16. The Heirloom Bridal Tiara

Tania Maras Rosebury Bridal Tiara

17. The Statement Bridal Tiara

Eden Luxe Bridal Kathryn Crystal Bridal Tiara

18. The Poetic Bridal Tiara

Stephen Jones True Love Satin Bridal Tiara Headband

19. The Gilded Bridal Tiara

Lelet NY Greco Bridal Crown

20. The Vintage-Inspired Bridal Tiara

Filipa Cardoso 1930s Style Bridal Tiara

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A Great and Intimate Story of Now: Who wears the Crown?

Blessing from a soft leaf 

When death and despair crush our Souls;

Leaving us in a puddle of fear, Grasping for that last square of two-ply.

When the tiny terrors of our world,, Slowly assemble a great monster

That charges through our news channels Into our fearful hearts and minds.

What choices are we left with?

What questions must we ask?

How can this soft leaf teach me

That everything I need

Is right

Here

Friends we are now in the grips of a great pandemic. The Monster that wears the Crown has assembled itself, and is now sweeping through our physical, digital, emotional and psychological worlds. It is exposing the fragility of our social and economic structure, our lack of toilet paper, and the fragility of our own bodies, hearts and minds. We may look to our technological, political and information sharing systems for answers; for a Hero or Heroine to reclaim the Crown, to quell our fears. But what are we really likely to find there? 

What is the truth of this demon? 

From where does it draw its power…?

Where does that Hero truly lie? 

What are these times asking of us and what opportunities may lie hidden within their recesses?

And, finally, what is it telling us of the greater story we are living; both individual, and collective? 

I am not the Keyholder. I am no expert. I am just like you. So whatever wisdom might come through here, is not mine, but the same that exists in all of us… Yet my story is as valid as any, and so I choose to share it. I would like to speak of fear, love and of that which unifies and empowers us all in these times. 

If we were to scroll backwards through our last 6 months of social media; what patterns would we see emerge? No doubt fire, then flood, then the one who wears the Crown, would be found strewn across most of our screenscapes. Peppered amongst these topics might be our anger towards our incapable leadership and of course, the greatest story of our times; climate shifts and the death of our natural planet. If we were to tally the troops of hope versus despair; I dare say the latter would amass a much greater army… though of course I AM generalising.

Hidden amongst it all might be some less valued, yet possibly more important, personal stories. Of the lives we are living, right here, right now, day to day. Food, babies, dogs and socially valued outings are of course a given. Yet I am talking about those moments that communicate a much more intimate existence. Experiences which touch and move our hearts, challenge or inspire our Souls, and reveal our universal struggle to live a connected life. Such stories are often hidden from the world because they expose a tenderness, a vulnerability and the possibility of rejection. Yet these are our true stories… often told in poetry or art, tears and laughter…. They expose who we are in a dangerous climate, and so perhaps Twitter is not necessarily the place to reveal them. However they must find a home, and I would venture that they may indeed be the swords we best take into battle as we face the great Monsters of our times.

And so let us look at this Monster; for, just as the Buddha faced Mara, Jesus the Devil, and the Avengers Thanos (a derivative of Thanatos, the Greek personification of Death)… our mythopoetic history makes it clear... facing the demon is the only pathway to liberation. But what maketh a Monster? 

Is it their size? The Crown bearer is smaller than the eye can imagine… 

Is it their strength? Can a nightmare move a mountain, or even a grain of sand? 

Perhaps it is nothing to do with the Monster itself, only the place it occupies in our own psyche. 

I have avoided using a name thus far, though it appears that avoidance is no solution, in fact that is arguably the most nutrient dense food we can feed a demon. Coronavirus COVID-19. There I said it. Hmmm, perhaps not as dangerous a word to speak as I had imagined… or is it? What does your body do when it hears those words? Where does your mind go? Does it speak to you of statistics; that perhaps half the world are likely to contract this virus, and if so 1 in, say, 50 are likely to fall at its clawed hands? That there are currently 200 cases reported in your country, state, city? That gatherings of over 500 pose an unacceptable risk, but education, business and economic growth must continue as usual… 

Perhaps instead it speaks to you of a loved one, whose job, age, or health might place them much more directly in the monster's path. Perhaps you are that loved one. For me, it is no doubt the latter two that is the stuff of nightmares. Am I ready to lose my beloved family members? Am I ready to lose my own life?

Let us then zoom out again; and witness another great “monster” of our times; the Climate Crisis. Having named it as such does it lose or gain power? Again it depends on the heart of the receiver. And again we might be drawn into the world of statistics; surrounding melting ice, rising sea levels, desertification, climate refugees, species loss, hectares or bushland taken by fires…. And on… and on…. and on. And of course, we might also turn our hearts to stories of sacred places of our childhood, once brimming with the verdant goddess of nature and her creatures, many known personally to us… now destroyed, or at risk. Or the heartbreak of a friend who lost everything, when those fires and floods swept through their home. Perhaps increasingly it will be the loved one who was lost. Or perhaps it is you.

I begin to paint a grand picture of the great monsters of our times, and a mosaic of the personal losses we are likely encountering… day to day, week to week. Yet friends I am not here to add fear to the fire. Our politicians, news channels, and wounded parts of our Self are doing a good enough job of that… so let me share some thoughts on the possibilities that are on offer right now… and how that links to the only Hero we can truly empower… the Hero inside of all of us.

I read today of the huge reduction that Coronavirus measures has had on the carbon emissions of the Chinese nation. Of the slow in economic growth and the positive immediate impacts it has had on the environment. I have also heard them sing in the dark hours of the night; confined to the cells that are their homes… yet connected by hope and struggle. 

I have witnessed the collective and communal efforts that town after town experienced, in response to the bush fires that burnt our Country. Of how it brought people together, and brought light and life to the fight against climate crisis. And of friends who have walked their lands since the rains came, and been brought to tears by the green life that has re-emerged, and the little survivors that are still moving through the land.

Woven into it all; I have had friends, loved ones and family, share their day to day struggles, and victories, as they work with the mystery and madness of life. These stories are often told in much more intimate spaces.. A long car journey, a walk in the forest, a small campfire… a long overdue phone call. Some of you reading or listening to this would be counted amongst those.

I want to now bring this strange tangle of threads together. 

What I am witnessing in my world (external and internal); is the eternal story of life, loss and love. Of the unavoidable struggle to survive, to find purpose, to accept the truth of death and loss, and to choose to love anyway. At the core of it all is a human’s irrepressible longing for deep connection. Connection to their Earth, their community, their life’s purpose and for those courageous enough, their true self. When we witness the effect that Monsters like Coronavirus have on those things… we respond. And we usually base those responses on either fear, or love. Or perhaps both. For it is love of our world, which creates a deep fear of loss.

FRIENDS LET US LOOK AT THAT FEAR… it is that same fear we experienced when our mother left us for the first time, when our father was not there to protect us from a threat, when we had to face death of a loved one, or our own death. It is the same fear that runs through our lives and keeps us small; avoiding following or revealing our hearts, revealing vulnerabilities and joining in on the game, speaking our mind, standing up for what we believe in, or being honest about our inability to cope with something in our lives.

We can project that fear out onto the world; and create monsters of a grand scale - that push us into anxiety, anger, panic or numbness. Then we can take this into our world, or run away from it. Either way it trickles into the collective energy… and feeds the Monsters still.

Alternatively, we can look at those projections, and ask ourselves where they truly reside…. what is really at risk here? What am I truly afraid to lose? 

I dare say it will turn our attention away from the mass story, and back to the personal one. To the places and people we live with, day in, day out. To those intimate spheres of existence where we must play local Hero. Where we must feel into and accept all of the crazy fucking emotions and thoughts that pass through our beings, and continue anyway. Here is our true battle ground. Here we need to call on our inner Hero again and again, and do whatever it takes to love, in spite of the risks of loss. For those losses are the greatest we will feel. 

Yet here the old saying, it is better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all, rings so deeply in our human hearts. For what greater tragedy, than to have withheld our love, not just for others, but for ourselves… when we might have instead opened.

And so to bring it back to the great collective story; the one where Crown wearing Monsters strike fear and panic into the world, or we feel the great despair of the loss of our natural Earth mother… for here the two intertwine beautifully; as represented by the un-expected effects that a global monster can have.

Firstly, it unites us, it brings to awareness that we are indeed all intimately connected to each other and everything. A beautiful realisation that yearns for deepening, through exploring the greater mystery of existence of spiritual connection and of the expansiveness of our self.

However, I think more importantly right now, it brings us home. Confined and crowded public spaces no longer serve.... Nor do social obligations, or journeys of great distance. We begin to rely on what is local, at the physical, social and emotional level. Reduced emissions and localisation aside, this is a beautiful thing. If we are forced to retract our sphere of existence to our own backyard; literally contained to our home, or family or to the intimacy of small groups… then we are given a great opportunity. To fully bring ourselves, present and vulnerable, into those places and to CONNECT. This is where our inner Hero might truly save our life, and the planet, in the same graceful movement.

Freed from our external claws of distraction we might sit with the trees and birds in our backyard, tend to our garden beds, drink tea with a neighbour, wander the quiet bushlands or beaches in our homelands or take to localised travel, by foot and bicycle, wherever we are called. In it we might share much more intimate experiences not just with our loved ones, but with our neighbours, the natural world, and of course our Self. And although there will be challenges; financial, relaitional, personal… there will likely be terror and panic... and there will be death, always... yet with the reminder that death is an ever present companion in the walk of life, we might be asked to surrender a little more into these precious moments of intimacy. Into our true Hero Self. And Reclaim our Crown. For what is a life lived if not in this place, this moment, this body, this Soul?

20 Wedding Bohemian Dresses For The Bohemian Bride

20 Wedding Dresses For The Bohemian Bride

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