creativity. ( n. ) —
the ability to transcend traditional ideas, rules, patterns, relationships, or the like, and to create meaningful new ideas, forms, methods, interpretations, etc.
it’s good to have them. to blend in. most people don’t ever figure something is amiss and gale supposes that’s the whole point of it all. he looks at her and he notices that power and does nothing other than return the bright smile. though, something seems odd about it on his features.
he’s got a fondness for humans, himself. much prefers them over these bastard personifications, even if he is one.
❝It does have a bit of a ring, doesn’t it. Thank you.❞
Celeste did not mind her kind, not truly.
Though, she supposed that some of them were a bit on the annoying end truth be told, what with their power plays and their arrogance. With the superiority complexes and thinking that they’re better than one or the other, or even humanity – even when a large percentage of them relied on the humans for their powers to thrive. Life as a whole something that made everything burst with light and energy.
❝— do you make your forms, or uh, vessels?❞ The brunette tilted her head to him with a plain-seeming curiosity on her features.
(☾☆) — Rosemary was grateful that the rain had cleared up because that gave her the opportunity to paint the scene afterwards. There was something beautiful about the city after the rain. It was as if the city got a bath and was all nice and clean now. As she sat on a bench with her sketchbook the dream entity happy sketched while humming.
Celeste had a habit of finding herself in motion and where it led her was often to those exuding an element of her nature – much like those cartoons where perhaps Bugs Bunny would follow the wisps of a scent to it’s original location. Observant stormy hues watching the other entity with a curiosity, she thought herself sly and little noticed as she settled onto the bench beside her. Pulling her eyes from the other, she set her gaze upon the scene before them in the park with a quiet little hum to herself.
"I believe in the power of the imagination to remake the world, to release the truth within us, to hold back the night, to transcend death, to charm motorways, to ingratiate ourselves with birds, to enlist the confidences of madmen."
So, I’m looking through some options for adding some more ladies of color to Celeste’s face claims/forms, and these are who I have thus far – and I’m wondering if I can get some votes and or opinions:
"I am enough of an artist to draw freely upon my imagination. Imagination is more important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited. Imagination encircles the world."