“Easier to jump over Iris Mountain than to ask an Orchadian for forgiveness.”
Unhurried. I had to go and look for a word just to describe the tranquillity that the Orchadians radiate. They rest during the day, basking in the sunlight inside their intricate towers of glass, and so they make their living under the moonlight, doing just about everything with a dreamy calmness. It sounds like a bureaucratic nightmare if you ask me.
But do not mistake their gentle patience for tolerance. They are slow to anger, but if you cross the line you will face cold retribution, tenfold. So demands their pride.
Certainty by elimination, the wicked thorn in the rosy people of Trasil.
In the land of a million scents there is far more than flowers, wonders like the Palaces of Golgot are intricate pieces of art, constructed with delicate wood and glass panels made to look like a crystal bursting from the side of a mountain.
In Trasil, rocks are very important, it is customary to gift them as a show of gratitude. We are not talking about a stone you’d skip in a lake here, the most impressive ones are often wildly exotic minerals.
Crest sandstone floats in water and is slowly polished by the waves crashing it against the iron cliffs, speckling the shiny black stones with blood-red iridescent flakes.
Sun diamonds are formed when lightning strikes lava as it cools, compressing the basalt into tiny round gemstones, they amplify light so much that they are only ever displayed in dark rooms, for the risk of them causing a spontaneous fire.
But unless you’re meeting the Thorny Queen herself, there may be no need for such extravagant gifts. A chalkstone from the rocky shores of Ydolver, shimmers intensely when submerged underwater, a sensible gift that never fails to impress.
May the sun kiss your petals tomorrow, my friend.
If you have been paying attention you will have seen the Orchadians before.
Ju cares about one thing and one thing only, to needle every type of fabric in all of Obalan. He pretends to be uppity about dressing to impress, but he’ll be the first to offer to mend your old jacket, the only thing worse than an ugly shirt is a ragged one. You can see more of him here.
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To you, from the home of magic.
Marco D Blanco.
Your world building is just 👌👌 fantastic! I love the design for the lady in waiting. Keep up the fantastic work!
Bureaucratic nightmare you say the Orchadians are? Count me in!