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 Posted: Tue Apr 12, 2005 4:34 pm
Name: White Tulip
DOB: ???
Guardian: Yayoi
Friends: None
About: *still a seed*
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Posted: Tue Apr 12, 2005 4:36 pm
.::Important Dates::.
4-11-05: Got White Tulip.
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Posted: Tue Apr 12, 2005 4:38 pm
.: biggrin iary Starter::.
The small White Tulip saw on a red, silk cloth on the edge of a window. It's petals glistening in the sunlight. The small see in the center glinting sunlight off of it. A small drop of water hung on the tip of one of the soft petals.
The sun shone through the window warming White Tulip to a nice temperature. Not to hot not to cold.
A soft winde blew through the open window flowing over White Tulip. The soft petals of the flower moving up and down as if waving to some unknown figure.
The small seed in the center nestled softly inbetween the petals as if trying to sheild itself from the world. It's smooth surface warm from the sunlight.
A small bird landed on the window sill looking curiously at White Tulip. It chirped a few times before flying off towards a tree.
White Tulip stayed where if was place basking in the sunlight.
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Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2005 10:07 am
4-13-05
White Tulip continued to sit on the window sil. The petals folded up during the night. As the sun shone through the window, the petals opened to reveal the smooth surfaced seed inside. It glowed warmly happy to be in the sunlight again.
The song of birds in the trees outside were beautiful. Leaves of the trees rustling from a breeze that blew through them. The window sat open letting the warm arm rush over White Tulip.
Water that had collected on the soft petals at night started to work their way down to the tips and drop off. Dripping onto the surface of the window sil before evaporateing into nothingness. Thanks to the warm sunlight of the sun.
Another breeze caught the petals off guard. Makeing them bouce up and down, swaying back and forth until they came to a rest in their normal position of being open.
The smooth surface of the seed between the petals shone brightly from the sunlight. Reflecting it back to the outside. If White Tulip was not in her seed state she would be basking in the sunlight right about now. But, instead, her seed layed nestled between the petals growing warmer and warmer.
Sounds of life outside passed through the window. Many animals that lived outside just wakeing up for their morning activities. Butterflys zipped past the window on their search for flowers. Many other animals going off to feed, or something like that.
The seed continued to lay inbetween the petals, listening to the outside world as if entreagued by the sounds. It's shine growing brighter as the sun rose higher into the sky.
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Posted: Thu Apr 14, 2005 2:09 pm
4-14-05
Being later in the day, the petals that surrounded White Tulip's seed had already been open. Though today was a dark and rainy day, White Tulip seemed not to care. The seed nestled between the petals still shone as brightly as it could, it's smooth surface shineing from the dim light that sometimes shone through the dark clouds.
The seed was still warm though, even though it was cold outside. The window had been shut so as not to get rain in, or to wet White Tulip. Though a few drops of rain hung on the tips of the petals. It was no bother and they soon dropped off onto the sil of the window.
The petals moved around for a moment, as if adjusting themselves. Their sweet scent filling the room, makeing anyone who came into that room smiled brightly. Their heart would warm up from the falling rain, if they had to walk through it.
The room White Tulip sat in was simple. Nothing out of the ordinary was in it. A nice quaint house with lots of things in it. Though White Tulip couldn't see them, if would be a nice surprise for her when she grew from her seed. A comforting look is what the room had.
After a while, the petals closed slightly over the seed, makeing sure to keep it warm, even though it was warm enough in the room. They seemed to be protecting it from anything that might harm it. Or, if the window blew open and knocked it aside, the seed would still be enveloped by the soft petals and not be harmed.
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Posted: Thu Apr 21, 2005 3:39 pm
4-21-05
If was the afternoon. The sun was lowering in the sky. It's golden streams of light shineing through the window. The petals on the flower open takeing in their filling rays. The seed between the petals glistening in the light, almost glowing.
The wing blew slightly outside. Stirring leaves on the trees, makeing them rustle. The window open slightly to let some air in. But not too open as to let to much air in and make it chilly.
The sun sank lower in the sky, heading for the horizon. Silken petals of the flower reaching out towards the falling sun as if to call it back to the sky.
Soft clouds roamed the sky, blocking out the sun occasionally, casting deep dark shadows upon the ground.
Evening started to set in quickly. The once radiant blue sky now deep reds, oranges and dark purples. The stars started to show themselves, twinkling in the sky like small jewels that were on a ceiling.
The sun sank behind the horizon swiftly, bringing the night sky to it's fullness. The large white orb in the sky shone brightly. As it took the place of the sun. It was surrounded by many stars that continued to flash and show their illuminace.
Falling stars streaked the sky, leaving small trails in their wake. But soon, new small stars started to appear in the sky, takeing the place of the fallen ones.
The petals on the flower seemed to curl themselves around the seed. Protecting it and keeping it warm from the cold outside. The window was now closed to keep the cool air out.
In the petals, there sat the seed. Waiting for daylight to kiss the sky once more. Waiting to bask in it's golden streams of light.
The seed nestled itself between the petals, as if it were a child in it's mother's arms. The dark world outside seemed forbodeing and mysterious. Which would possibly make some people weary and not feel the need to venture out into the world at this time.
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