Crysanthe Julian Cain's House.   Posted by The Complete.Group: 0
The Complete
 GM, 420 posts
 Master of All Elements
 Leader of the Village
Sun 4 Oct 2015
at 04:35
Crysanthe Julian Cain's House
A rented house that Crysanthe will be staying in. She will describe it in the next post.
Crysanthe Julian Cain
 Plant Earth, 4 posts
 Age: 16
 Female
Sun 4 Oct 2015
at 11:13
Crysanthe Julian Cain's House


A quaint cottage sat a couple of meters into the depths of one of the larger coppices dotted about the island. The winding dirt path surrounding by poppy, lavender and periwinkle alike. That hardly even scratching the surface, bumblebees wearing their mustards and blacks bobbed between thickets of purples and whites. The path lead to a raising of stone slabs, a petite little wooden cabin perching upon the little hillock. A tangerine glow glossing the windows, a single ominous lantern hung over a few window boxes of a more; exotic divergent. Blue roses, and little fly-eating traps which lazily leaned from side to side awaiting their next meal. Moving past the window box lead you to a rose tinted door, foggy glass adoring the upper half.

Inside, was to say the least chaotic. It was a green house, splashed with living quarters. Bright yellow cushions adorning woven seats, the majority of furnishing appearing entirely natural and hand-made. Oak counters, oak cupboards, table-sets, woven lamp shades and the like. A few more modern necessities were unceremoniously dolloped here and there, but on the grand scheme of it all; it appeared rather nature-friendly for lack of a better word. A single bedroom, one bathroom, a kitchen-dining area and finally a little veranda scooted off to one side, ivy hanging over its tiled roof. The glass walls letting in as much light as possible, a bookshelf and a pair of chairs directed toward where the forest became an endless horizon of thicket.

Crysanthe had also included a small, wooden stall at the beginning of the path to her residence. Thankfully, she had made a meager amount of money from those who crossed by her home, selling vegetable, fruit and rarity alike.
Crysanthe Julian Cain
 Plant Earth, 5 posts
 Age: 16
 Female
Sun 4 Oct 2015
at 11:15
Crysanthe Julian Cain's House
Those little dandelion and raven stripled fiends were at the flowers again, happily suckling at the nectors which the garden brought to fruition. A little armada of yellow bottoms waved back and forth amongst the lavender, honey coloured nectar winking from their black boots. Meanwhile, inside-..

The sun crept into the bedroom, it having just rose enough for it to travel across eyelashes, a blossoming warmth permeating through eyelids. Those eyes fluttered, as Chry’s head shook side to side, a discomforted noise brushing past her lips. Then a sudden realisation struck her. The girl bolted upright, starlight staring diligently at the plain wooden wall before her. “Oh.” Starstruck, she waited a moment. “Oh-..” The word raising from a mere whisper, to a higher tone. Chry felt the movement of her throat, sandpaper.

The little troopers carried on their merry way, as a squadron bobbed over toward the foxgloves, getting down on all sixes as they clambered inside for all that nutrition to bring back to the hive. Yet carelessly, a large mammal had brushed past their little expedition knocking one of the beings out of the hole they had decided to excavate. The blurry eyed little insect catching a glimpse of a silver haired female human, hair messily thrown into a ponytail, a piece of weird-wood coloured block in her jaws, as she traipsed down the pathway. The thing she wore looked pleasant though, akin to the lavender which the little bee had crossed over, selections of the garden all scrawled over it as patterning. The bee merely thought her as a crazed human, probably their season for it as it happily went back to snuggling inside the hideaway of the foxglove.

I am late, I am late, I am so late! The thoughts, were mumbled into the toast which she had grabbed on the frantic run out. Her hair in tatters, well it usually was and she had flung on one of her smaller dresses, well it was hardly even that just a top which overhung a little. It had a darling little floral pattern over it, otherwise she merely tossed on a plain set of grey leggings - which she swore she ripped in her hastiness; thankfully she didn’t. That, and some simple brown leather boots because if she didn’t have decent footwear her toes would officially declare that they loathed their owner for prancing around woodland barefooted.

Right, now if she knew where she was going this would be a doddle… she kind’ve knew, ish. Which class was she supposed to be in right now? A hand snaked out, pulling down on the toast as a satisfying crunch and chew allowed a moment of bliss, as that hunger pang begun to ebb. Ah, she’d get there anyway, but maybe running and eating wasn’t the best way to go about it-...

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