Delicate amethyst windflower
This item was a prize from the Hunt for History.
Item
a delicate amethyst windflower
Show
The stem of this delicate jeweled flower is made from a gently curving band of veniom that is inset with an interlocking row of "S"-carved emeralds. Perfectly matched oval amethysts create its star-shaped blossom and range in color from the deepest purple in their centers to a delicate translucent pink at their outer edges.
Details
It has been said that windflowers were the creation of Jaston.
Loresong
The sound of your song causes the air around you to shift and swirl, rolling gently like the waves of a wide green ocean.
A beach of golden sand forms before you, edged with the white scallops of sea foam. Dancing with abandon along the tops of the waves, a blue-gowned woman spins and floats. A crown of sea anemones is woven into her thick blond hair and as she turns this way and that, the sunlight catches the glint of seawater droplets on its petals, making it shine. With each graceful movement she seems to pull the waves up onto the beach and then call them back again.
On the beach, an elven mother herds her young daughter along as they look for shells. The dancing goddess continues, unaware or uncaring, her movements as graceful as ever. The baby girl looks up, enthralled, watching each step and trying to mimic them. The mother's eyes grow wide as she watches Niima's performance. A short distance up the beach stands a winged man. His hazel eyes watch the scene before him, but he makes no movement.
Niima's steps slow as she begins to lose interest in her dance. As she sinks into the crests of the waves, she tosses one of the lovely flowers from her crown into the pudgy hands of the little elven girl. The girl squeals in delight and spins and dances, never noticing Niima disappear. But as the goddess leaves and the waves recede, the flower begins to lose its luster. The little girl holds the flower up to her mother, her eyes asking her mother to preserve the flower's beauty. Behind them, the winged man takes a step closer.
The young elven girl still stands on the beach, the dying water flower cupped in her hands, tears wetting her cheeks. The dancing goddess is gone, and her own dance has ended as well. The winged man approaches her and with infinite care, pries the wilted flower from her chubby fingers. He cups his fingers around it and leans down close to her. "Blow on it," he says to the child, and she does, her breath still catching in the hiccups of a small child's crying. Before her eyes, the tubular stems of the water flower grow slender and take on a healthy dark green color. The flaccid petals curl themselves into a bud and then open again, transformed into a beautiful land flower.
The child's eyes grow big and the mother, hardly believing what she has seen, watches in awe as Jaston takes the flower in his hand. With a mystical gesture, he draws from it a tiny handful of golden seeds. He hands the seeds to the mother and the flower back to the child. "Plant these where the earth is rich and the sun is bright and you shall have beautiful flowers each summer of your life."
The foamy water of the sea curls around the feet of the child and her mother, and as it recedes, so does the vision.