Guardian of the Meadows of Light
Soft, luminous and irresistibly dreamy, the Flowering Centauress is one of the rarest creatures in your universe.
It's born where flowers refuse to wither - under cascades of light, in the heart of enchanted glades.
With her long blue and lilac gradient hair gliding like an iridescent waterfall, she always seems bathed in dawn.
Her gaze is infinitely tender, almost shy, as if she dared not disturb the quietude of the places she protects.
Her bust is adorned with a bodice composed entirely of small roses delicately pressed together.
Each petal is a protective charm against evil forest spirits.
Its equine half, in a soft, velvety pastel pink, evokes spring meadows.
Its legs are adorned with sculpted, almost cloud-like touches, and its long tail ends in an undulating cascade reminiscent of dancing cherry blossoms.
Sometimes, when she kneels, two large white wings unfurl behind her - proof that her ancestors belonged to the winged people.
She doesn't fly often, only when the forest urgently needs her.
The Centauresse Fleurie is a tender, serene soul, deeply attached to nature.
Elle:
watches over the clearings where medicinal herbs grow,
protects young floral spirits,
accompanies wounded animals to healing springs,
and speaks the “language of the Wind”, an ancient dialect understood only by pure creatures.
It is said that she sings to the flowers to encourage them to bloom...
And that she sometimes dreams of becoming entirely winged to join the sylphs in the sky.
Her bodice is not a garment:
they're living roses, linked to his soul.
They change color slightly according to her emotions:
soft pink when peaceful,
lilac when she's lonely,
slightly brighter when protecting someone.
They never fade.
Born of a union between an ancient winged guardian and the first of the Pink Centaurs, she is the last representative of her line.
Forest peoples respect it as a rare blessing.
The legend goes:
“As long as it roams the meadows, the light will stay there.”
The Flowering Centauress is not just a mythological creature:
it's an ode to sweetness, eternal springtime and the most delicate magic.
A luminous presence in your universe, a living breath of poetry.
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