Re: Samara Blue`s Arts
Posted: Sun Jul 06, 2025 3:32 pm
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On a night when the moon cast its gentlest light upon the world, something happened that few had ever dared to hope for.
Lady Luna, the quiet moon elf, was keeping her endless vigil. She belonged to the ancient folk of the little elves, those who, like Elyra Moorshadow, Vaesha, and Hilda Maรฉ, walk between light and shadow. But unlike her companions, Lady Luna had devoted herself entirely to the color blue. A pale, cool blue, whose every nuance and shade she knew by heartโand beyond which nothing else seemed to matter.
Her task was as lonely as it was heavy: to keep watch in the darkness when everything else slept, and to protect the balance of the world. She saw where hatred gathered and injustice grew, and tirelessly tried to restore peace. But she had underestimated how deep the malice of some humans could reach. With every skirmish, every poisoned night, she took damage herself. Black marks on her skin bore witness that she could no longer absorb all the negative currents.
And yet she did not give up.
But on this night, someone came who did not belong to her world. A young girl, Nina, who had found her way onto the clouds, carried by curiosity and a quiet hope. Nina was so different from Lady Lunaโmodern, vibrant, filled with a love of pink that colored everything she did. But she did not close her eyes to other colors.
She had heard of Lady Lunaโs lonely work, her strict loyalty to her blue, and her silent sorrow. As a sign of her respect for Lady Luna and her mission, she wore a pale blue cardigan over her pink dress that evening. Her clear blue eyes were a promise that being different doesnโt have to be a threatโit can be a gift.
They met on a particularly soft white cloud, high above anything humans could ever fully understand. Nina lifted her hand and offered Lady Luna a small, softly glowing pink orb. โThere are colors that donโt threaten your blue,โ she said gently, โbut make it even more beautiful.โ
Behind them, a small, curious figure had risenโa creature marked by scars, but with eyes still shining with a spark of wonder. Perhaps it stood for all the battered souls who had not given up and still clung to life, no matter how many times they had been broken.
It looked up at Lady Luna and Nina as if to ask whether, in that moment, maybe a little miracle was possible for it too.
Whether this meeting made Lady Lunaโs burden any lighter, or whether it helped that small being, no one can say. Perhaps all they heard was a whisper in the wind of the night.
But from that day on, people sometimes saw Lady Luna in garments that were no longer just pale blue. And those who looked closely thought she carried just a little less darkness on her skin.
-Samara Blue/Kerstin Ellinghoven
On a night when the moon cast its gentlest light upon the world, something happened that few had ever dared to hope for.
Lady Luna, the quiet moon elf, was keeping her endless vigil. She belonged to the ancient folk of the little elves, those who, like Elyra Moorshadow, Vaesha, and Hilda Maรฉ, walk between light and shadow. But unlike her companions, Lady Luna had devoted herself entirely to the color blue. A pale, cool blue, whose every nuance and shade she knew by heartโand beyond which nothing else seemed to matter.
Her task was as lonely as it was heavy: to keep watch in the darkness when everything else slept, and to protect the balance of the world. She saw where hatred gathered and injustice grew, and tirelessly tried to restore peace. But she had underestimated how deep the malice of some humans could reach. With every skirmish, every poisoned night, she took damage herself. Black marks on her skin bore witness that she could no longer absorb all the negative currents.
And yet she did not give up.
But on this night, someone came who did not belong to her world. A young girl, Nina, who had found her way onto the clouds, carried by curiosity and a quiet hope. Nina was so different from Lady Lunaโmodern, vibrant, filled with a love of pink that colored everything she did. But she did not close her eyes to other colors.
She had heard of Lady Lunaโs lonely work, her strict loyalty to her blue, and her silent sorrow. As a sign of her respect for Lady Luna and her mission, she wore a pale blue cardigan over her pink dress that evening. Her clear blue eyes were a promise that being different doesnโt have to be a threatโit can be a gift.
They met on a particularly soft white cloud, high above anything humans could ever fully understand. Nina lifted her hand and offered Lady Luna a small, softly glowing pink orb. โThere are colors that donโt threaten your blue,โ she said gently, โbut make it even more beautiful.โ
Behind them, a small, curious figure had risenโa creature marked by scars, but with eyes still shining with a spark of wonder. Perhaps it stood for all the battered souls who had not given up and still clung to life, no matter how many times they had been broken.
It looked up at Lady Luna and Nina as if to ask whether, in that moment, maybe a little miracle was possible for it too.
Whether this meeting made Lady Lunaโs burden any lighter, or whether it helped that small being, no one can say. Perhaps all they heard was a whisper in the wind of the night.
But from that day on, people sometimes saw Lady Luna in garments that were no longer just pale blue. And those who looked closely thought she carried just a little less darkness on her skin.
-Samara Blue/Kerstin Ellinghoven
. Off to your chest, Seraphian. Not another word. Tomorrow weโll decide what to do. And now sleep, before your excuses grow wings.โ