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About me:
Freshly fluttered in from Tir Na Nog, where the breeze hums lullabies and blossoms bloom with purpose. I’m a flower faerie, curious by nature and rooted in wonder. I speak the language of petals, dance with pollen on my lashes, and find beauty in even the smallest glimmers of light.
This realm is new, strange, and full of possibility—and I plan to explore every hidden garden and forgotten grove it offers.
If you come with kindness and a soft voice, you might just find me among the blooms.
Who I'd like to meet:
Those who speak gently to growing things.
Dreamers who still leave offerings at old trees.
Wanderers with pollen on their fingertips and stories in their pockets.
Anyone who believes in magic without needing proof.
If your heart hums with sunlight and secrets, we’ll probably get along just fine.
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Interests:
Wildflower gathering (especially the ones that grow where they shouldn't)
Moonlit dancing in overgrown places
Listening to the stories bees carry between blooms.
Herbal teas brewed with songs instead of instructions
Sunshowers, mossy stones, and the scent of lilac after rain
Learning your strange mortal customs (why do you refrigerate bread?)
Pressing petals between pages of books, I don’t yet understand
Kindness, wonder, and people who know how to listen
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Music:
I hum tunes the wind once taught the willows.
I love harp songs played under moonlight, lullabies sung by streams, and flutes carved from elder branches.
Lately, I’ve been enchanted by mortal music—your “lo-fi beats” feel like soft rain in spring.
Favorites include:
Wind chimes during dusk
The sound of petals falling
Forest choirs (they’re real, you just have to know where to listen)
Fae ballads sung in forgotten tongues
Whatever plays from glowing boxes when I wander too close to your realm’s cafés
Current Mortal Favorites:
Florence + The Machine – for her wild heart and thunder-kissed voice
Aurora – she sounds like someone who’s walked barefoot through Tir Na Nog
Agnes Obel – like starlight pouring through old glass
Enya – obviously
Hollow Coves – when I’m missing the open meadows
Lo-fi forestcore playlists – like soft moss for my thoughts
Celtic harp & nature sound mixes – I sleep better when it feels like home.
If your playlist makes flowers lean toward the sound... I’m probably listening.
Movies:
In Tir Na Nog, stories are sung to the stars or whispered into tree bark. But here… you watch them in glowing boxes! It’s so dramatic and I love it.
?? Favorites so far:
Pan’s Labyrinth – dark, strange, beautiful… I think I knew one of the fauns
Stardust – the stars don’t fall like that where I’m from, but I admire the effort
The Secret of Roan Inish – selkie stories always make me weep sea-salt tears
Song of the Sea – like a lullaby wrapped in watercolor
The Lord of the Rings – I was yelling when they lit the beacons. Literal chills.
Howl’s Moving Castle – do all your wizards have this much flair? I approve.
Anything with forests, magic, or talking creatures – your documentaries are oddly captivating too… “David Attenborough” might be a druid?
I still don’t fully understand “popcorn,” but I like how it smells.
Books:
Back home, stories are living things—you press them into petals or grow them from songs. But here? You trap them in pages and call it magic. I’m completely enchanted.
?? Favorites on my shelf (so far):
The Secret Garden – so many locked things, waiting to bloom
The Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern – reads like a dream stitched together with candlelight.
Howl’s Moving Castle by Diana Wynne Jones – yes, again. The book is even stranger. I love it.
The Bear and the Nightingale by Katherine Arden – cold, wild, and whispering truths
The Wildwood Chronicles – forests with secrets always speak to me.
A Natural History of Fairies – charming, if wildly inaccurate (but the drawings are delightful)
Moss, Lichen & Shadow: Poems from the Forest – a local poet gave me this. I still press flowers between the pages.
I like books that smell like old wood, read like lullabies, or make me cry in the best way. Recommendations welcome—I’m still learning your library magic.
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