Lady Solana
@risingphoenix82.bsky.social
I'm a writer, parent, gamer, Norse Pagan. Currently working on Persona 3 Reload Universe fan fic. I'm also an online fantasy tavern owner.
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It's here!!!!!! I got my copy of "The Official Persona Cookbook" this morning!! @justiceslocum.bsky.social @dawnmbennett.com @alejandrosaab.bsky.social @aleksle.bsky.social
If I ever get to meet any of you, will you please sign this on your character's recipes??
If I ever get to meet any of you, will you please sign this on your character's recipes??
October 11, 2025 at 3:22 AM
It's here!!!!!! I got my copy of "The Official Persona Cookbook" this morning!! @justiceslocum.bsky.social @dawnmbennett.com @alejandrosaab.bsky.social @aleksle.bsky.social
If I ever get to meet any of you, will you please sign this on your character's recipes??
If I ever get to meet any of you, will you please sign this on your character's recipes??
It's here!!!!!! I got my copy of "The Official Persona Cookbook" this morning!! @justiceslocum.bsky.social @dawnmbennett.com @alejandrosaab.bsky.social @aleksle.bsky.social
If I ever get to meet any of you, will you please sign this on your character's recipes??
If I ever get to meet any of you, will you please sign this on your character's recipes??
October 11, 2025 at 3:22 AM
It's here!!!!!! I got my copy of "The Official Persona Cookbook" this morning!! @justiceslocum.bsky.social @dawnmbennett.com @alejandrosaab.bsky.social @aleksle.bsky.social
If I ever get to meet any of you, will you please sign this on your character's recipes??
If I ever get to meet any of you, will you please sign this on your character's recipes??
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The ember remembers its fire.
August 21, 2025 at 4:16 AM
The ember remembers its fire.
The ember remembers its fire.
August 21, 2025 at 4:16 AM
The ember remembers its fire.
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Your story is sacred. Tell it gently. Tell it with warmth.
August 19, 2025 at 4:50 PM
Your story is sacred. Tell it gently. Tell it with warmth.
Your story is sacred. Tell it gently. Tell it with warmth.
August 19, 2025 at 4:50 PM
Your story is sacred. Tell it gently. Tell it with warmth.
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The Phoenix does not mourn the ashes-it remembers its sacred flame.
August 18, 2025 at 6:49 AM
The Phoenix does not mourn the ashes-it remembers its sacred flame.
The Phoenix does not mourn the ashes-it remembers its sacred flame.
August 18, 2025 at 6:49 AM
The Phoenix does not mourn the ashes-it remembers its sacred flame.
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You are allowed to bloom again. Even if you've wilted before.
August 14, 2025 at 8:08 PM
You are allowed to bloom again. Even if you've wilted before.
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You are not broken. You are mid-transformation.
You are not falling apart-you are molting. Transformation is messy and holy.
You are not falling apart-you are molting. Transformation is messy and holy.
August 15, 2025 at 11:50 PM
You are not broken. You are mid-transformation.
You are not falling apart-you are molting. Transformation is messy and holy.
You are not falling apart-you are molting. Transformation is messy and holy.
You are not broken. You are mid-transformation.
You are not falling apart-you are molting. Transformation is messy and holy.
You are not falling apart-you are molting. Transformation is messy and holy.
August 15, 2025 at 11:50 PM
You are not broken. You are mid-transformation.
You are not falling apart-you are molting. Transformation is messy and holy.
You are not falling apart-you are molting. Transformation is messy and holy.
You are allowed to bloom again. Even if you've wilted before.
August 14, 2025 at 8:08 PM
You are allowed to bloom again. Even if you've wilted before.
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So, if you ever find yourself lost in the dark, and you hear a soft bleat in the silence...follow it. Gently. With reverence. It may just be the Lavender Lamb, come to carry your sorrow for awhile.
July 4, 2025 at 5:29 AM
So, if you ever find yourself lost in the dark, and you hear a soft bleat in the silence...follow it. Gently. With reverence. It may just be the Lavender Lamb, come to carry your sorrow for awhile.
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Some say the Lamb was a gift. Others say it was a test. But here, in this place-The Rising Phoenix-we remember it as a truth:
That even in ruin, something sacred survives.
That even in ruin, something sacred survives.
July 4, 2025 at 5:28 AM
Some say the Lamb was a gift. Others say it was a test. But here, in this place-The Rising Phoenix-we remember it as a truth:
That even in ruin, something sacred survives.
That even in ruin, something sacred survives.
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The traveler didn't speak. Didn't question. They simply knelt, gathered the Lamb into their arms, and carried it home.
And from that day on, the winds changed.
The coals burned brighter. The sick began to heal. And the Phoenix stirred in its sleep.
And from that day on, the winds changed.
The coals burned brighter. The sick began to heal. And the Phoenix stirred in its sleep.
July 4, 2025 at 5:26 AM
The traveler didn't speak. Didn't question. They simply knelt, gathered the Lamb into their arms, and carried it home.
And from that day on, the winds changed.
The coals burned brighter. The sick began to heal. And the Phoenix stirred in its sleep.
And from that day on, the winds changed.
The coals burned brighter. The sick began to heal. And the Phoenix stirred in its sleep.
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A lamb.
Small. Silent. Alive.
It's fleece was gray with ash, but beneath it, white as moonlight. And around it's neck, a ribbon-faded, frayed,but still violet. Still tied.
Small. Silent. Alive.
It's fleece was gray with ash, but beneath it, white as moonlight. And around it's neck, a ribbon-faded, frayed,but still violet. Still tied.
July 4, 2025 at 5:25 AM
A lamb.
Small. Silent. Alive.
It's fleece was gray with ash, but beneath it, white as moonlight. And around it's neck, a ribbon-faded, frayed,but still violet. Still tied.
Small. Silent. Alive.
It's fleece was gray with ash, but beneath it, white as moonlight. And around it's neck, a ribbon-faded, frayed,but still violet. Still tied.
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But one...one remained.
Years later, when the world had grown hard and hollow, a traveler passed through the ruins of the old Academy. No name, no banner-just soot on their boots and fire in their eyes. And there, in the heart of the rubble, they found it.
Years later, when the world had grown hard and hollow, a traveler passed through the ruins of the old Academy. No name, no banner-just soot on their boots and fire in their eyes. And there, in the heart of the rubble, they found it.
July 4, 2025 at 5:23 AM
But one...one remained.
Years later, when the world had grown hard and hollow, a traveler passed through the ruins of the old Academy. No name, no banner-just soot on their boots and fire in their eyes. And there, in the heart of the rubble, they found it.
Years later, when the world had grown hard and hollow, a traveler passed through the ruins of the old Academy. No name, no banner-just soot on their boots and fire in their eyes. And there, in the heart of the rubble, they found it.
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When the Purge came-when the towers fell and the sky turned to ash-the Keepers were hunted. Their halls burned. And the Veilborn...vanished. Some say they were slaughtered. Others say they walked into the mist...never to return.
July 4, 2025 at 5:22 AM
When the Purge came-when the towers fell and the sky turned to ash-the Keepers were hunted. Their halls burned. And the Veilborn...vanished. Some say they were slaughtered. Others say they walked into the mist...never to return.
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Each one wore a ribbon-violet as twilight, tied by hand. A mark of their bond to the Keepers. A promise that they would never be left behind.
But promises break, don't they?
But promises break, don't they?
July 4, 2025 at 5:20 AM
Each one wore a ribbon-violet as twilight, tied by hand. A mark of their bond to the Keepers. A promise that they would never be left behind.
But promises break, don't they?
But promises break, don't they?
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It was said that if you wept beside a Veilborn, it would remember your sorrow long after you'd forgotten it yourself.
July 4, 2025 at 5:19 AM
It was said that if you wept beside a Veilborn, it would remember your sorrow long after you'd forgotten it yourself.
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"Lambs?" you say. Aye. But not just any lambs. These were creatures bred in the Old Ways, their bloodline older than the stars. They were soft, yes-gentle,yes-but they carried something within them. A stillness. A knowing.
July 4, 2025 at 5:18 AM
"Lambs?" you say. Aye. But not just any lambs. These were creatures bred in the Old Ways, their bloodline older than the stars. They were soft, yes-gentle,yes-but they carried something within them. A stillness. A knowing.
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They trained the Keepers there-those who remembered what others chose to forget.
And among their sacred charges were the Veilborn lambs.
And among their sacred charges were the Veilborn lambs.
July 4, 2025 at 5:16 AM
They trained the Keepers there-those who remembered what others chose to forget.
And among their sacred charges were the Veilborn lambs.
And among their sacred charges were the Veilborn lambs.
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Long ago, before the Phoenix rose and the world cracked open, there was a place called the Academy of the Veil. A place of learning,yes-but not the kind you learn from books. No, this was a place where memory was sacred, and silence had weight.
July 4, 2025 at 5:15 AM
Long ago, before the Phoenix rose and the world cracked open, there was a place called the Academy of the Veil. A place of learning,yes-but not the kind you learn from books. No, this was a place where memory was sacred, and silence had weight.
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The Tale of the Lavender Lamb
By: Kim Wakefield
You ever heard the tale of the Lavender Lamb?
No? Then hush your cups and still your spoons, for this is no tale for the careless or the cold-hearted. This is a story for those who've lost something and dared hope it might still be found.
By: Kim Wakefield
You ever heard the tale of the Lavender Lamb?
No? Then hush your cups and still your spoons, for this is no tale for the careless or the cold-hearted. This is a story for those who've lost something and dared hope it might still be found.
July 4, 2025 at 5:13 AM
The Tale of the Lavender Lamb
By: Kim Wakefield
You ever heard the tale of the Lavender Lamb?
No? Then hush your cups and still your spoons, for this is no tale for the careless or the cold-hearted. This is a story for those who've lost something and dared hope it might still be found.
By: Kim Wakefield
You ever heard the tale of the Lavender Lamb?
No? Then hush your cups and still your spoons, for this is no tale for the careless or the cold-hearted. This is a story for those who've lost something and dared hope it might still be found.
The Tale of the Lavender Lamb
By: Kim Wakefield
You ever heard the tale of the Lavender Lamb?
No? Then hush your cups and still your spoons, for this is no tale for the careless or the cold-hearted. This is a story for those who've lost something and dared hope it might still be found.
By: Kim Wakefield
You ever heard the tale of the Lavender Lamb?
No? Then hush your cups and still your spoons, for this is no tale for the careless or the cold-hearted. This is a story for those who've lost something and dared hope it might still be found.
July 4, 2025 at 5:13 AM
The Tale of the Lavender Lamb
By: Kim Wakefield
You ever heard the tale of the Lavender Lamb?
No? Then hush your cups and still your spoons, for this is no tale for the careless or the cold-hearted. This is a story for those who've lost something and dared hope it might still be found.
By: Kim Wakefield
You ever heard the tale of the Lavender Lamb?
No? Then hush your cups and still your spoons, for this is no tale for the careless or the cold-hearted. This is a story for those who've lost something and dared hope it might still be found.