I Promised

A dove comes flying into the room, deposits an elegant white letter into your hands, warbles cheerfully, and flies away.

You read what is written on an elegant white letter:
I promised We would paint them.
An elegant white letter is holding:
"brooch340173"                a crimson-stained fractured blackthorn blossom brooch
1 items found.

You have emoted: Lief grasps an elegant white letter and, with a shaky hand, withdraws the contents from the package the letter came with.

You take a crimson-stained fractured blackthorn blossom brooch from an elegant white letter.

Like a distant, lonely star sparkling in a clouded midnight sky, a single blackthorn blossom rises from this small and unobtrusive brooch. Five white onyx petals unfurl with foggy resplendence, their delicate shapes laced by muted black veins coursing in sporadic, parallel waves. A strange crimson sheen colours the petals, wet to the touch - still warm. Though a triumphant spray of stamens bursts from its center, many are chipped, missing pollen-covered anthers and uneven pieces of filament. Beneath this broken flower, blackened silver forges into a dark and twisting branch, giving the poisonous floret a knobby place to perch.
It has 174 months of usefulness left.
It weighs 1 ounce(s).
It has a trade valuation of substandard.
It bears the distinctive mark of Awanydd Lief Myeras-Silvermoon.
It has the following aliases: brooch.

You have emoted: Lief nearly drops a crimson-stained fractured blackthorn blossom brooch, but quickly fumbles until she has it reclaimed - and her hands are smeared with the same sanguinary colours staining the white onyx petals.

You think to yourself: Oh...I'm going to be ill...

"Blackthorn, oh blackthorn...."

You have emoted: Lief whimpers quietly, swaying in the air before fleeing through a portal.

A lush, mossy pavilion.                                (#PAVILION_1)
Lit by squat, green-speckled lanterns, spiralling stone pathways wind their way up a hill to this shaded pavilion surrounded by lush verdure. Four sturdy posts and a flat canopy carved from black cherrywood form the heart of this shelter where they stand upon flattened, smooth cobblestones. Flowering crossvines snake their way from the rafters down the tall, sturdy poles, their blossoms bursting with tangerine colour, lacing the air with the faintest spice of kafe. Healthy sprouts shoot up between some gaps in the rocks underfoot, while green moss creeps over their edges. More moss grows outside the pavilion itself, carpeting the naked earth and circling a shallow, rocky basin containing a quietly-giggling fountain in its perfect centre. You see a sign here instructing you to use the PORTAL command to enter the aetherplex system.
You see a single exit leading in.

You have emoted: Her hands still shaking, Lief tries so very hard to wipe the brooch's surface clean with the white sleeve of her kimono robe. She wipes, and she wipes, smearing the stickiness worse.

The crimson pigment smears around the brooch, partially removed though faint traces remain.

You have emoted: Lief winces, lowering to the stony platform beneath her, drooping over a crimson-stained fractured blackthorn blossom brooch. "She wanted to paint them with You. She won't paint them without You..."

Like a distant, lonely star sparkling in a clouded midnight sky, a single blackthorn blossom rises from this small and unobtrusive brooch. Five white onyx petals unfurl with foggy resplendence, their delicate shapes laced by muted black veins coursing in sporadic, parallel waves. A strange crimson sheen has been smeared across the brooch, faded and partially wiped away. Though a triumphant spray of stamens bursts from its center, many are chipped, missing pollen-covered anthers and uneven pieces of filament. Beneath this broken flower, blackened silver forges into a dark and twisting branch, giving the poisonous floret a knobby place to perch.
It has 173 months of usefulness left.
It weighs 1 ounce(s).
It has a trade valuation of substandard.
It bears the distinctive mark of Awanydd Lief Myeras-Silvermoon.
It has the following aliases: brooch.