World: Alfheim
Diet: Unknown
Height: 7’4″
Lifespan: Unknown
Habitat: Anywhere
Activity Cycle: Diurnal
The Lady of Flowers is the Fairy Princess of Spring, the patron of growth, fertility, flowering plants, and most importantly, beauty. The aquarians are her favored heralds, beings she sends abroad to the lands of other Fairy Princes in order to beautify their courts. Not all are happy to see these creatures, viewing them as a veiled insult to the beauty of their territories, but few will openly reject the gift of one of the mightiest fae in the world.
Each aquarian is a unique work of art, layers of glass and precious metals built over the remaining fleshy scraps of an enemy the Lady of Flowers considered worthy of improvement. With the initial skull gone, their seat of consciousness is contained in their new, glassy cranium, or more accurately, the life forms within. Every aquarium’s head contains a miniature ecosystem, either an aquarium or a drier terrarium. The collective minds of the living things inside form a gestalt consciousness, as abstract and inconsistent as their mistress. Very little of their body is truly essential, but if their glass is shattered they immediately die.
Aqarians are not warriors, and in fact rarely carry weapons at all. Their main defenses are the backing of their creator and the blessing she put upon them causing plants, including those normally incapable of movement, to come to the aid of any aquarian in trouble. Under normal circumstances, they use their ability to influence plants in order to shape gardens, with many also specializing in other art forms to improve their landscapes further, usually to their creator’s tastes.
Two of the Lady of Flowers’ seasonal counterparts frustrate her with their alterations to her works. The Lord of Fallen Leaves leaves any aquarian he finds as decayed, haunted versions of their former selves, something he sees as a romantic gesture showing their unified whole, and what she sees as a defiling of her work. She can tolerate the Snow Queen’s alteration of her work into snowglobe heads, if only because of the Queen’s fitting adoration of aesthetics.
