[ While he might not be able to see her smile, he’ll certainly hear it carried by the soft tone in her voice. ] There is no reason it cannot be both.
[ While she’s never once called upon her own fire, red is easily associated with fire by color alone. Much like blood, she imagines, and life. And beyond that—... Ah, she’s doing it. She’s doing what humans do, finding meaning and symbolism in things that have none otherwise. It’s no different from naming a star set in the north; they have no meaning beyond existence, it is the humans that give them a purpose to suit their lives, whether that be for imagination, art, or survival. It’s arbitrary, but wonderful. This flower could symbolize so many different things in so many contexts, perhaps even changing over time. Uniquely, however, it is a flower only set in their world.
With that, she curls one thick lock of his hair over the other, bringing up the first sylleblossom to thread into his hair. ]
So... in that case— [ Now her tone turns more playful. ]
How... vivacious do you want your hair this afternoon, Ardyn? [ Vivacious; a good word that accompanies both fire and life, she believes. She could put in only a few flowers, or she could deck his whole head in them and have ample left over. ]
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[ While she’s never once called upon her own fire, red is easily associated with fire by color alone. Much like blood, she imagines, and life. And beyond that—... Ah, she’s doing it. She’s doing what humans do, finding meaning and symbolism in things that have none otherwise. It’s no different from naming a star set in the north; they have no meaning beyond existence, it is the humans that give them a purpose to suit their lives, whether that be for imagination, art, or survival. It’s arbitrary, but wonderful. This flower could symbolize so many different things in so many contexts, perhaps even changing over time. Uniquely, however, it is a flower only set in their world.
With that, she curls one thick lock of his hair over the other, bringing up the first sylleblossom to thread into his hair. ]
So... in that case— [ Now her tone turns more playful. ]
How... vivacious do you want your hair this afternoon, Ardyn? [ Vivacious; a good word that accompanies both fire and life, she believes. She could put in only a few flowers, or she could deck his whole head in them and have ample left over. ]