Reprised

a painting of Colours Spreading

Unframed, this canvas is small, perhaps only three hands long and a few extra tall, and paint drenches its every inch. Dusk has overtaken the towering sky with dramatic dramatic darkness, pinpricks of little stars speckling the uppermost third. The horizon underneath is painted low, a line of warm saffrons and fiery yellows marking Father Sun's final descent while casting the sliver of field below in faded, dusky light. Three things break the otherwise even sunset: foremost is a tall shrub with lovingly-painted, delicate flowers. Where they face away from the sun, their five round petals are pure and snowy white, just barely larger than the largest stars above, marking them as blackthorns upon twisting branches. Where they might just barely glimpse the sun, however, they blush with reflective beauty, in paler shades of honey and orange. The silhouettes of two figures are the others to stand there, one to either side of the trunk. One is masculine, though not much else is determinable about the shape. The other is feminine, a flowing sari draping Her form, Her long hair dancing, caught here in mid-motion.
It has 253 months of usefulness left.
It weighs about 37 pounds.
It bears the distinctive mark of Awanydd Lief Myeras-Silvermoon.
It has the following aliases: painting.

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You read what is written on redolent peach blossom stationery:

[The penmanship contained within this stationery is marked by graceful elegance, though the lettering isn't quite so smooth. In some places, the lines are thicker than others, blotching and bleeding without ruining clarity or intent. Evidence, perhaps, of a shaky hand.]

Blackthorn, oh Blackthorn, lovely and stark
   Despite Who you may love,
Weave your twisting ways in the dark
   Against winds blistering rough,
With a whisper dared at summertide--
   With a prayer for Those above.

Oh Blackthorn, against that blustering wind,
   Dance with yourself true;
Though His promises He may rescind,
   Though violence may find you--
Take only what you need, no more,
   And, with your love, imbrue

Your thirsty roots with faith undying.
   The solstice storms will dash
Away from you the terrifying.
   The murderous and sticky splash
Of oaths with claret blood betrayed,
   Like a tide, will crash--
   Like a beating tide will crash--
   Against you 'neath skies crying.

Redolent peach blossom stationery is holding:
"painting314523"              a painting of Colours Spreading
1 items found.

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You address redolent peach blossom stationery to Nocht, the Silent, and immediately a harried-looking elfen comes out to take it from you. She whistles, and a great horned owl comes flying into the room. The elfen attaches redolent peach blossom stationery to the owl's leg, and it speeds away.