#i'm putting this under my art tag because the writing is sorta flowery i guess (literally)

[gwilin-stay-winnin]

this is related to the last post i reblogged but here's the residents of ivarstead from my fic if they were flowers:

Gwilin // Mexican marigold (Tagetes erecta)

Gwilin irradiates happiness, and what better shape to irradiate something could one possibly take than a sphere? The Nahuatl word for this flower literally means "twenty flowers", and what a fitting name that is, for this is actually an 'inflorescent' or 'composite' flower, made up of many tiny little flowers arranged on the base of a single sepal.

Fari // Touch-me-not (Mimosa pudica)

Like Fari, the touch-me-not is bright, bold, and thorny, and it'll take over the world (and your backyard) if you let it. But it also has a soft side–this bad boy is one of the few plants that display nyctinastic movement, which just means that they respond very very quickly to touch! When disturbed, the touch-me-not's leaves fold and curl away for a few minutes and open up again when the coast is clear. Emotionally, that is 100% Fari.

Narfi // Moonflower (Ipomoea alba)

This one is sort of an inside reference. One of the commenters on my fic mentioned that they headcanon Narfi as being a werewolf. Seemed fitting to choose a flower that likes to open at night :)

Wilhelm // Gardenia (Gardenia jasminoides)

Wilhelm is a simple guy with simple needs. He's hearty, helpful–and perhaps a tad old-fashioned for some folks' tastes. But he's sweet, like this flower's unmistakable perfume, and he doesn't put on airs, and he's got a good heart. Easygoing flower for the easygoing innkeeper. Fun fact: the principal component responsible for giving this flower it's lovely scent is called farnesene, which is the same chemical associated with the smell of green apples.

Lynly // Purslane (Portulaca spp.)

This flower has hopes and dreams. It just looks it. At some point in her life, Lynly wanted nothing more than to perform at the Imperial City Opera House, but life took her down other paths, and she's content with what she's made of herself in Ivarstead, even if the occasional insecurity about her musical skills gnaws at her every now and then. She can thank her mean old lute instructor at the Bards' College for that.

Temba // Bougainvillea (Bougainvillea glabra)

There's more than meets the eye with the bougainvillea, and there's more than meets the eye with Temba. Though the wispy, papery blots of pink, white, orange, or yellow that can dot this South American plant's bush may seem like the petals of its flower, they are actually modified leaves. The true flower is tiny, and often plain white, and sits nestled among them. If Temba appears to be bitter and impatient and angry at times it's because, in truth, she often is. But that's only because she thinks she can't afford to be seen as anything but. Do most people get close enough to appreciate the tiny beauty of the bougainvillea's true flower? Do most folks ever ask themselves what lies beyond Temba's scratchy surface?

#tesblr #gwilin #temba #rentfree #depictions #i'm putting this under my art tag because the writing is sorta flowery i guess (literally)