pimpinelle

Hah, made it! OK, so here we go *rolls up sleeves*

Eglantine is the deity of both war and children of war and battle. Her four daughters represent various emotions of war, from oldest to youngest (also left to right)

  • Henryi, isolation and solitude. Distancing oneself from others in distrust. She makes her own clothes, cooks her own food, cleans her own room. She also barely speaks.
  • Glauca, depression and sorrow. Weeping for lost loved loved ones and a lost home. She gets picked on all the time by her sisters and never defends herself.
  • Hesper, desperation and fear. Clinging to what’s familiar, hiding from what’s new. She hangs on her mother’s skirts, literally. The collar on her dress also hides most of her face, giving the impression that she cowers.
  • Pimpinelle, rage and anger. Striking out at everyone around them. She’s loud and bullies her sisters mercilessly. Pulling their hair, ripping their clothes and breaking their things. She will also scream at her mother when called out on these things. 

Eglantine herself is seen as a patron of soldiers. When they leave home, it’s often custom for their spouse to give them a dried wild rose, kept between a handkerchief or a notebook, to protect them.  A fresh wild rose, however, will be put on the chest of children who died in war.

In life, Eglantine was the leader of the greatest army, and smartest strategist  of the land. She never lost a battle and took other countries by storm, as commanded by the King Of The Forests. Eventually, the army hit a piece of land not yet put on an any map, it was closed in on every side by extremely dangerous, steep cliffs. She managed to get over them with a hand full of soldiers and found a paradise of green fields, flowers, gentle rivers and a sun lovely and warm.  She hurried back to the King to tell him about this land, he gave to order to immediately seize it in his name. He had four towers built and a keeper was to be assigned. Eglantine, quite infatuated with the King for a long time, agreed immediately. He said she was to have four children who would be assigned to the towers, as a reward for her long and loyal service to him. Now, it’s not generally said, but sometimes the people will whisper that the King was to be the father of these children. 

She gave birth to four daughters, each a year apart. They were put in the tower at the care of servants and nannies when they were 2 years old. Eglantine left them each with a little crown to remember her by. 

Years went by and everything was peaceful, no need for a war strategist without war. The King had turned cold and distant towards his people in worry of internatial matters. She recieved her notice of honarable discharge soon and with nothing left, Eglantine thought of her daughters and decided to return to the paradise behind the cliffs. When she arrived however, she found the grass to have turned to dust, the rivers had dried up and a thick layer of clouds covered the sun. She made her way to the towers to find her daughters bitter and somber, not even sparing her a glance when she said she was their mother. 

She fell to the ground and started to cry for the first time since she was a child herself. She cried and hit the ground and mourned the loss of even the thing that should be truly hers, her children. The Great Mother (sort of the all seeing deity of everything and anything) who had been keeping an eye on the events ever since her paradise was found by this army of the Forrests, appeared before Eglantine, and highly impressed by her military prowess, but angered by the ruination of this piece of land by the building of the towers, presented her with a choice. Or she would walk away and live the rest of her life in peace, or she would be made deity of war and be granted immortality, same for her daughters. The catch was that they could never leave their towers or they would die. She chose the second option. Having no longer a need to eat or sleep, the servants were sent away and the towers got locked down so no one could enter or leave. The once little paradise got covered with rose bushes to discourage curious travelers even more. 

Eglantine herself is seen as one of most powerful deities, together with the deity of knowledge, Veda. 

Aaaand the second pair of sisters! 

Again, I’m going to wait until I’ve drawn a reference for the mom until I’m typing out the whole story, but again, here’s some short stuff.

  • Pimpinelle is the youngest at 12. But she’s also the meanest and most selfish of the four. She picks fights with her sisters and behaves rather childish most of the time. She wears high shoes because otherwise she is much shorter than the others and she doesn’t like that. 
  • Henryi is 15 and the oldest. She’s very authoritative and independent. Also unlike the others, who’ve had their clothes made for them, she made and embroidered them herself. She also doesn’t let her little sisters get under her skin, at all.