Blai spent the whole afternoon strolling through the garden along with the Princess' entourage, looking at one after another of the enormous variety of bushes, trees and herbs from all over the Republic Space. The stroll was a journey through space, of course - but also through time.
The Tarisian Rose his mother brought back after a mission in the Inner Rim planet. The Honeyblossom incense his sister loved as they were kids. The Shisa Flowers that he'd read in a book while he was a kid, and later finally seen when he first travelled to the Outer Rim.
And the memory of a great many other species he'd seen, and that could easily complement the great beauty of the gardens. The
Transluscelignum iris whose leaves and branches had made the pendant he gifted the Princess, of course, but also a variety of others.
Even though he wasn't exactly a great connoisseur of the Galaxy's poetic traditions, he felt that journey through the space-time of memory was in many ways poetry in itself. But he had to
make it into actual poetry. How could he do that, he wondered?
Now that he thought about it... he did remember some of the Galaxy's traditions from his reading and his studies. But... something
exactly like those traditions? Well... nobles
liked tradition, that much he knew... but then that would be so frustrating!
He then remembered one particular author, who'd played around with traditional forms to make them different. That might be a good way to go. That... and the poetry of flowers.
Tradition kept and broken, the language of flowers... and the ephemeral nature of the
now. Now that could be an interesting take....
in time of daffodils (who know
the goal of living is to grow)
forgetting why, remember how
in time of lilacs who proclaim
the aim of waking is to dream,
remember so (forgetting seem)
in time of roses (who amaze
our now and here with paradise)
forgetting if, remember yes
in time of all sweet things beyond
whatever mind may comprehend,
remember seek (forgetting find)
and in a mystery to be
(when time from time shall set us free)
forgetting me, remember me.*
It was not a particularly direct hint at love or who it was meant for... but he thought it was a good and interesting poem!
His declamation of the poem was not
that inspired, but at least managed to emphasise the plays on rhythm and sound. And looking directly at Jameela at some points, and saying the poem was dedicated to 'someone whose time with him had been fleeting as time, but left an impression as pleasant as the lingering scent of flowers' just
might be enough to make the addressee clear...
OOC:
* Poem from e.e. cummings
(In)direct attempt at getting Affection from Jameela.
D2 LA - 1000 word poetry - Pure Creation. Affection: Jameela. Education/ Int vs Avg. Intense Focus, spending 1 Strain:
3eP+2eD 1 success, 1 advantage, 1 Triumph
- 1 point, upgrade next roll
D2 LA - 1000 word poetry - Word Crafter. Affection: Jameela. Perception/ Cunning vs Hard. Upgrade from Triumph in Step 1. Intense Focus, spending 1 Strain:
3eP+3eD 1 success, 1 threat, 1 Triumph
- 1 point upgrade next roll
D2 LA - 1000 word poetry - Rerolling goofed up World's a Stage. Affection: Jameela. Discipline/ Will vs Avg. Upgrade from Triumph in Part 2. GM Upgrade. Intense Focus, spending 1 Strain. Destiny Flip.:
2eP+1eA+1eD+1eC 1 success
- 1 point.
Total: 3 points (and 3 Strain used...)
