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Iolite

When you draw close to your team's tree, a dark cloak closes around everyone. If you get too close, there's a strong chill. If you ignore that, it still looks like a nice morning outside, bright and warm. So, it might be better to just stay with your team and tree . . . With a faint rustle, the flowers of the tree start to change and turn colors, dying into many vivid shades.

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Okay, first task! I'm making this easy on you, but try to have some fun with it, alright? If I fall asleep, then you're going to have a tough time, riiight? Now, you've got all kinds of colors, but you've got the same tree. So, what's up with that? Tell me what they mean, pick what that says to you. Give me a story or a few words as long as it works for you.

[[It's as she says. Pick a color and describe its characteristics. The sky is the limit.]]

Well, usually it's there's a reasonable scientific explanation. Not that I know that much about biology.

Something symbolic is probably more in line, especially considering the roles they're supposed to have...

In the spring, the tree's budding flowers were all white, pure and free of all indulgence. But as time passed and summer neared, the flowers watched and learned, and decided they should experience -- so they turned black, the combination of all colors in balance. The tree was a symbol of unity for the world -- but over time, that unity began to crack. Not all of the flowers wanted to be black. Some wanted to be a singular, prime color, while others wanted a mixture of a few but not all colors. Some did not want any color at all.

Some remained black, staying together to represent the world's unity. A few chose to return to white, the purity of abstaining from all embellishments. Red, yellow and blue, chose isolated, singular lives. Red wished for passion, and yellow beamed with the clean and warm happiness of the sun on a nice day, while blue fell into a dire depression. Some of the blue flowers yearned for the happiness of the yellow, and tried stealing the color for themselves, turning green -- forever envious. Other blues, seeing what befell the others that had grown discontent with their sadness, turned to red for companionship and comfort in pure passion. Their fate was no better, as the red of passion and blue of sadness turned those flowers to purple -- the color of bruises, of lingering pain.

So the tree's flowers turned, and each fall, when the flowers and leaves drop and scatter about the world in the breeze, the world is reminded of what each means. This is how purity, unity, passion, happiness, depression, and pain are each spread through the world.

[When you finish reciting your meanings, baskets appear. Lots and lots of baskets, too many baskets . . . The largest baskets have team names scrawled on leaves inside them. The smaller baskets have names of knights present scrawled on the leaves inside of them.]

Now, part two! So, we've got some nice flowers with different colors, and they mean all kinds of things . . . Let's spread the love around. Pick a few flowers, not all of them, a few! Then, decide who you want me to deliver them to. How about five of each color for the teams . . . And why don't you give the knights some, too. You can pick five for them and decide who gets your flowers.

[[Here's the breakdown: You have a total of thirty-five flowers, five of each color, to give to teams. You can give one team all of your flowers, all of your yellow flowers, a mix of flowers, only one flower, or none at all. You can mix and match to your hearts content, just mark where each flower goes.

For the knight's flowers, you can pick one of five colors, so you will miss out on two colors. Then, you specify which knight you would like them delivered to. Likewise, you can give a knight all five, a few, just one, or none.]]

Five of each color for teams, one of each for knights.

Well, if each color is supposed to represent something different, with any luck, spreading it out so each recipient gets all the colors would theoretically keep everything balanced. Right?

[think think think, nope Jedi is Jedi]

If it's up to me, I have to go with a balance.

[sending five flowers, one of each color, to the following teams: Tiger's Eye, Heliodor, Sapphire, Turquoise, and Peridot. Sending five flowers -- white, red, yellow, black and blue -- to a single knight: Adam Brave (Steve Rogers)]

Edited 2012-10-18 01:09 (UTC)

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