Steampunk Anime Girl From Velderra (Color Me)

 

Lil Lina in Meltin' Meltin'... Not Melting.

 

Introducing... Lil Lina

 Meet Lil Nina

Lil Nina is a curious and kind-hearted little girl with a big imagination and an even bigger heart. Always dressed in her favorite animal onesies, she loves to explore the world around her—whether it's discovering new snacks, making silly mistakes, or learning tiny life lessons along the way. Her innocent charm, wide-eyed wonder, and playful nature make every moment with her feel like a warm hug and a giggle waiting to happen.

Petals in the Wind

 In a secluded grove where cherry blossoms danced in the spring air, there lived a tiny fairy named Lira. Her hair flowed like dusk-tinted silk, her eyes sparkled like a summer sky, and her delicate wings shimmered in lavender hues. She wore a soft pink dress with a bow on the back—a gift from her mother, long gone but never forgotten.

Lira wasn’t like the other fairies who fluttered about chasing sunlight and laughter. She was a dreamer, often found twirling through memory rather than meadows, humming old lullabies that only the petals remembered. She carried the past gently, like one would carry a dandelion puff in cupped hands—fragile, fleeting, yet full of wonder.

Every spring, when the cherry trees bloomed, Lira would visit the same spot by the moonlit pond where she used to play with her best friend, a human girl named Elia. They had met by accident many years ago, when Elia stumbled into the grove crying over a lost toy. Lira had emerged from behind a blossom, hesitant but curious. That night, a fairy and a child sat under starlight, sharing stories and promises to meet again.

But humans grow up.

Elia stopped coming. The path to the grove became overgrown. And Lira, year after year, returned alone—watching, waiting, remembering.

She never grew bitter. Instead, she held those memories close, like pressed flowers in a book. Though there was an ache, there was also gratitude—for those days were filled with pure magic.

One spring evening, as Lira twirled barefoot beneath the blooming branches, a warm breeze stirred the petals around her. She turned, startled, as a soft voice called her name. There, at the edge of the grove, stood a young woman with auburn hair and tear-filled eyes—Elia.

“I didn’t think you were real,” Elia whispered, her voice trembling.

Lira smiled gently. “You never stopped believing. That’s all that mattered.”

They sat beneath the cherry tree, like before. Elia shared stories of growing up, of losses and joys, of how she had always felt something missing each spring. Lira listened, her heart warm and full.

The grove felt alive again, humming with laughter and love. That night, they didn’t make promises. They simply were—two souls reunited under the stars, where time held its breath and memories turned to magic.

And as the petals swirled around them, Lira knew: even when seasons change and paths diverge, love never truly fades. It lingers like petals in the wind—sometimes lost, but always waiting to be found again.