Madlyn Ateara
Part Giantess (7'6) 🦉 CoMC 3-4 🦁 Mother of 2
- Messages
- 2,368
- OOC First Name
- Madz
- Blood Status
- Mixed Blood
- Relationship Status
- Married
- Sexual Orientation
- Chayton's ❤
- Age
- 02/2014
Sun burst through the thick drapes of the castle, the rays licking the face of the sleeping Gryffindor girl. Mornings back in Dakota, on the lands where dad use to own, you would hear a rooster crow, waking everyone bright early in the morning. Dad gotten everyone use to waking up that early, mostly for chanting and giving thanks to the sun for it's resource. He will go on with a prayer, how the sun given them light without light we crest to exist. Besides the sun, he went on too mention other resources in life, from the rain to the nightfall, from the pearl white moon and the stars of our ancestor. Dad never broke his morning ritual.
With school on her mind, she had forgotten the ritual all together. Madlyn slipping out of her bed, in like many months she had forgotten how she would rise with the sun and perform her morning rituals too. The sun was captivating, although you was taught in astronomy how it was a burning star gas, Madlyn was taught a little different by her relatives, how the sun was like brother or sister of flesh, however dwell in spirit to help us survive. Madlyn felt terrible for not remembering, quickly as her body would let her she gotten dress into something more free flowing. The dress match her sandals and her hair settle right down her back.
She left the castle and walk to lake front, humming to herself an old ritual hymn of the Sioux's Native American. She ended up sitting on the ground, picking the grass, shaping the small lace green grass together till she had the design of the suns right in front of her. It's not part of the chanting, she made it for the moment her spirit was high and felt like channeling her energy to everything all around her. It was a way to give thanks, without natural recourse there wouldn't be life. Madlyn gave it her all, chanting by her hymns, the wind around her move, she connected more with the earth, it was the best and right time to chant, everything always fit best in the morning.
Mood: Happy
Song: Chanting
With school on her mind, she had forgotten the ritual all together. Madlyn slipping out of her bed, in like many months she had forgotten how she would rise with the sun and perform her morning rituals too. The sun was captivating, although you was taught in astronomy how it was a burning star gas, Madlyn was taught a little different by her relatives, how the sun was like brother or sister of flesh, however dwell in spirit to help us survive. Madlyn felt terrible for not remembering, quickly as her body would let her she gotten dress into something more free flowing. The dress match her sandals and her hair settle right down her back.
She left the castle and walk to lake front, humming to herself an old ritual hymn of the Sioux's Native American. She ended up sitting on the ground, picking the grass, shaping the small lace green grass together till she had the design of the suns right in front of her. It's not part of the chanting, she made it for the moment her spirit was high and felt like channeling her energy to everything all around her. It was a way to give thanks, without natural recourse there wouldn't be life. Madlyn gave it her all, chanting by her hymns, the wind around her move, she connected more with the earth, it was the best and right time to chant, everything always fit best in the morning.
Mood: Happy
Song: Chanting