The Vastaya Collection

⋆˙⟡ Explore Satya's whimsical wardrobe.✧˖°.

⋆˙⟡ Elegant Butterfly ✧˖°.

⋆˙⟡ Coming Soon✧˖°.

⋆˙⟡ Stained Memories ✧˖°.

⋆˙⟡ As moonlight flowed through the cathedral windows, the glass etched ancient memories into her gown. While most were stained by truth and shadow, some bore a flicker of hope, a testament to the quiet prayers that echoed through those halls for centuries.✧˖°.

⋆˙⟡ Saccharine Song ✧˖°.

⋆˙⟡ The pinkish moon casted a dazzling light on each precious dream about to bloom. A single dancer traversed the starry dreamscape with elegant leaps, a saccharine song guiding her graceful movements.✧˖°.

⋆˙⟡ Enchanted Rose ✧˖°.

⋆˙⟡ Enchanted by their crimson hues, she nourishes the oldroses until they become the envy of all who bask in their beauty. She clings to the hope that hidden magics lie within their layers of petals, that their thorny brambles possess the power to keep her beautiful for the rest of her days.✧˖°.

⋆˙⟡ Drifting Petals ✧˖°.

⋆˙⟡ Just as she was about to close her weary eyes, a flurry of petals invited her to drift away with them. Though she was fully aware they were merely a captivating illusion, she cherished the beautiful dreams they wove so specially for her.✧˖°.

⋆˙⟡ Spring Breeze ✧˖°.

⋆˙⟡ Before the season's end, she strolled through the flower fields once more. The spring breeze accompanied her like always, and the warmth it carried was pleasant and pure. The airy gown she wore was made to embody this very feeling, to remind her of the simple pleasures she often took for granted.✧˖°.

⋆˙⟡ Wistful Waves ✧˖°.

⋆˙⟡ The ebb and flow of a night's gentle tides swept the wistful wanderer off her feet, encircling her as though to initiate a dance. The sea adorned her form with billowing waves as they swayed together, her true self revealed within the water's reflection.✧˖°.

⋆˙⟡ Melancholic Echoes ✧˖°.

⋆˙⟡ With nowhere else to turn, the girl wandered the forest with a hollow heart. She followed a path of flowers which whispered strange nothings to her as she walked by. While mostly incomprehensible, their melancholic echoes were suggestive of sorrows far greater than her own, and she could faintly recognize their empathy.✧˖°.

⋆˙⟡ Boundless Romance ✧˖°.

⋆˙⟡ Seeing the castle's lavish halls filled her heart with a boundless romance she had all but forgotten, and she couldn't help but twirl and sway like she once did as a girl. The roses from her gown were swept up in her reverie, filling the room with a rich floral fragrance.✧˖°.

⋆˙⟡ Beauty in Bloom ✧˖°.

⋆˙⟡ Wherever she goes, flowers are sure to follow. She carefully plucks the blooms that call out to her the loudest and adorns herself with them, their beauty everlasting throughout their journeys together.✧˖°.

⋆˙⟡ Shifting Seasons ✧˖°.

⋆˙⟡ As the seasons change, so too should a faerie dedicated to her craft. She must possess a blooming spring's beauty and a lively summer's vigor. She must embrace an autumn's hazy mysteries and a winter's chilling elegance. ✧˖°.

⋆˙⟡ Misty Afterglow ✧˖°.

⋆˙⟡ A delicate mist descended upon the lush and verdant field, a prelude to a most rejuvenating rainfall. Each blade of grass swayed with delight at the promise of morning dew, and each refreshing droplet glistened with a most familiar afterglow. ✧˖°.

⋆˙⟡ Gilded Gardenia ✧˖°.

⋆˙⟡ As the faerie reaches a clearing beyond her precious gardenias, her gilded gown drags along the soil and leaves new blooms in its wake. They swiftly rise to greet their mother, dainty petals parting as though to smile at her with a warmth akin to the sun's gentle rays. ✧˖°.

⋆˙⟡ Midnight Masquerade ✧˖°.

⋆˙⟡ You danced with a mysterious beauty that one celestial night, her true face concealed by a mask gilded with stardust. She vanished into the enthralling dark soon after, and the golden traces of her glittering wings were all she left behind ✧˖°.

⋆˙⟡ Caged Affections ✧˖°.

⋆˙⟡ One who harbors strong affections may lock them up out of apprehension, caging them in a vessel deep within the confines of their heart. These feelings are restless like the impassioned steps of a dancer, an ache of loneliness following her final performance. ✧˖°.

⋆˙⟡ Rainbow of Renewal ✧˖°.

⋆˙⟡ Even the most dreary of skies may eventually part to reveal a rainbow, its winsome rays permeating the darkest of hearts to spark joy and inspiration. Rejoice in its resplendence, for its vibrant hues have known myriads of rainfalls and all the hope they bring. ✧˖°.

⋆˙⟡ Love Letter ✧˖°.

⋆˙⟡ Winter has passed, and the vibrant spring that follows is like a passionate love letter written by mother nature herself. Within her tearful strokes, she addresses all those who cherish and adore her, promising to return their tender affections each year with boundless fields of flowers. ✧˖°.

⋆˙⟡ Radiant Aurora ✧˖°.

⋆˙⟡ The northern skies are occasionally painted with an aurora that billows like buoyant fabric, a gift of glowing gossamer from the heavens. Perhaps if one could pull such lustrous linens from the sky and weave them into radiant robes, they might persist beyond just one magical moment. ✧˖°.

⋆˙⟡ Rose Quartz Waltz ✧˖°.

⋆˙⟡ A faerie's dance shall guide her even through cavernous depths, her fervent steps carving perpetual memories into the precious stones which encrust her path. As her heels pound against ancient quartz, she kicks up a rose-tinted dust, lining her gown with a lovely luster that could heal her wounded heart. ✧˖°.

⋆˙⟡ Dreamy Wisteria ✧˖°.

⋆˙⟡ As the wisteria's delicate branches sway in the wind, it paints a world in need of color with dreamy hues of lavender. Come, part its mystical curtains of flowers to heed its winsome whispers, for it shall bless you with romance and longevity. ✧˖°.

⋆˙⟡ Silken Cascades ✧˖°.

⋆˙⟡ Dohn Mheg hides a palace of cascades where splendid streams carry memories more precious than the finest silk. Within its waters, the fae folk conceal their long forgotten melancholy with endless melodies. ✧˖°.

⋆˙⟡ Lustrous Meadow ✧˖°.

⋆˙⟡ With a faerie's touch, even the most humble of flowers can flourish. Their lustrous pollen is destined to illuminate the darkest of nights, each bundle of blooms radiating like tiny stars strewn across the once barren mountains and fields. ✧˖°.

⋆˙⟡ Winged Reign ✧˖°.

⋆˙⟡ It had been decades since the faerie queen last spread her wings, for she was rendered flightless by her fearfulness. Even so, the butterflies beckoned her forth, tugging at her veil just as they did with her insecurity. Her memory lives on in silk spun with sorrow, a replica of the regalia she wore in that defining moment. ✧˖°.

⋆˙⟡ Whispering Blooms ✧˖°.

⋆˙⟡ Countless years have passed, and yet these delicate blossoms endure. The breeze carries their timeless whispers as a flurry of petals, each eager to be heard by those willing to listen. ✧˖°.

⋆˙⟡ Starry Embroidery ✧˖°.

⋆˙⟡ It's a true wonder the way stories can be captured within streaks of starlight, like elegant tapestries entwined with an infinite vastness. The tales they've spun in their stillness are silent, yet so full of mystery. ✧˖°.

⋆˙⟡ Fluttering Daydreams ✧˖°.

⋆˙⟡ In the daylight, her fluttering feelings gathered once more. Did her distant thoughts fade into silent daydreams, or did they breathe life back into faded memories? ✧˖°.

• Return

 Before the flood of light in the First, there existed a Faerie queendom hidden in a veil of magic, an island once known as Triah Mheg. Unlike the pixies of Il Mheg, the faeries who inhabited this land were mortal beings tethered by their worldly concerns. They strongly resembled elezen, only they possessed sparkling bodies, insectile wings, and much longer lifespans. These faeries were a peaceful sort, wholly independent due in part to their distrust in mankind, but especially to their innate magical abilities and attunement to the natural world.Satya was born to Opara Vastaya, head seamstress of the spring court. Just before the end of each season, as was faerie tradition, Mothers would travel to Il Mheg with their newborns to receive blessings from the dreamspinners, pixies responsible for making the dreams of young mortals pleasant and vivid. For infant faeries, such dreams were key to developing potent magic. After Satya's dreams were blessed, Opara made an unprecedented choice. She remained in the mainland with her child instead of returning to her queendom. Soon after, Triah Mheg succumbed to the flood of light, leaving Opara and Satya as the last faeries of their kind.  

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 Opara and her daughter Satya settled in the hollow of the grandest tree she could find in the northeastern outskirts of Lakeland, the land painted in hues of lavender. Nearby was a quaint pastoral village known as Hominster switch. The residents were wary of the fae to start, but Opara befriended them by nourishing their crops with her magic.Satya remembered Opara as an eccentric, wise, and talented woman. She intently studied the intricate movements of her mother’s weathered hands as they wove splendid embroidery into fabrics borne from plantlife. It was from her that Satya learned traditional faerie weaving techniques and of the arcane arts unique to their kind.Alas, the land was all too often ravaged by sin eaters, vicious beasts of twisted righteousness. Hiding under the guise of nature, the displaced faeries fared well for several decades. When they were finally discovered, Satya was a mere 48 years of age (About 16, relatively). Her mother said to stay within their tree while she attempted to redirect the beasts with her magic. She held her daughter close, assuring her that she would return, that no harm would come to either of them. That was the last time Satya saw her alive.The orphaned faerie fled the land of lavender she once called home, carrying little but her mother’s book of spells and dress patterns, a tome weathered by its weight in whimsical wisdom. With nowhere else to go, she returned to Il Mheg, clutching that spellbook tightly and collapsing into a bed of flowers, flooding them with her tears. The enchanted land met her sorrow with empathy, vines reaching out and enveloping the girl in a comforting embrace. She closed her eyes and wished she could be elsewhere. When she dreamt… It was as though she had awoken in another realm entirely.

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