TFTC: The Moons and the Black Orchids

Hello my old friend, it is so good to see you after so long an absence, please forgive me. Now let us talk less of my time away and let us instead share stories over a warm fire, a good smoke and a nice drink, so rest your soul and let us talk about the goings on of our twins in “TFTC: The Moons and the Black Orchids”, brought to you in partnership with the amazing Zamnesia. Now let us delve into this ancient story once more. [)>=<(🌑)>===<(🌒)>===<(🌓)>===<(🌔)>===<(🌕)>===<(🌖)>===<(🌗)>===<(🌘)>===<(🌑)>=<(] Standing on the ridge looking down upon the Azkaz estate, the twins watched in quiet contemplation, the most powerful family in the KIngdom was at that meeting, was part of the secret cabal trying to remove the twins. After an amount of time the twins left the ridge, not much could be done from there, now that the underground tunnel was completely flooded there would be no proving where it led, or where the person traveled to, not to mention the fact that to accuse a family with so much power was a quick way of being buried in a bear cave. It was rumored that Shadria Q’olsa, the families top advisor and right hand to the Steward: Riswol Fedria Azkaz, was a powerful Lode, with no one knowing the true extent of her powers, the only thing anyone knew was that Lady Shadria had often buried her opponents in sand, whilst they were still alive. Atyl stopped on the steps winding down the cliff face, she looked at her sister “I could call the mons power and burn the entire estate down… at the very least blind anyone near a window”. “And then what? First of all, you are still weak from saving us, second, do you think we can take on the entire Kingdom?” Aclas said with exasperation in her voice, frustration showing, it seemed to them that they had run into a wall. “We need to stop them…” Atyl began but Aclas interrupted, “Stop them doing what? We know nothing about who is trying to kill us, it could have been anyone from that estate, we have no proof.” “That is just it! You are too concerned with the opinions of others, who cares about proof when we know.”Atyl protested. “Because if we have no proof then we become the biggest enemy, the one thing that separates tyrants and heroes is legitimacy. Both of them are said to kill people, but heroes do it for a purpose everyone knows, Tyrants do it for a purpose only they understand.” Aclas explained, with frustration in her voice. “So you are saying we need to prove to others that something bad is going on?” Atyl figured, an expression on her face as though her brain was working overtime. “wait!”Atyl yelped in Aclas’s mind. “We need to go back to the High Priests.” With that she turned around and began walking back towards the temple, determined in her step she strode through the Temple and back to the High Priest's Office. “Stop them taking the files, they cannot burn them” Atyl told her sister. “Of course, they will be hoping that tradition removes the trail. HEY! Put everything back!” It had been a long standing tradition held for a few thousand years, traitors' possessions were burned. Some felt it had come from when they were nomadic, it was a way to disinherit the family and force them to start again. Some people believed that anything belonging to the Traitor would be like poison to the hearts of the Loyal. Either way, if they were burned like tradition dictates then evidence might be lost. The twins quickly grabbed everything that was about to be burned and took it back to the office. There the twins sat and went through what they could find of the most recent writings, he had an odd symbol next to some of his log book entries, these entries were cryptic and said very little, it would take time to piece the puzzle back together, was this time something they had, would they manage to retrace the steps before it was too late. They worked day and night to figure out what to do. [)>=<(🌑)>===<(🌒)>===<(🌓)>===<(🌔)>===<(🌕)>===<(🌖)>===<(🌗)>===<(🌘)>===<(🌑)>=<(] Rather them than me, all those books and reading, that is why we invented television, sure people still have books on their shelves, but that is most often done in an attempt to impress other people. Ray Bradbury might have written Fahrenheit 451 not as a warning about the future, but instead to convince us not to take books for granted, that if you aren't going to read them, you might as well burn them. We would like to thank Zamnesia, they have been amazing and are always my first stop when needing something to grow. Until next time my friend, be well and ganja bless you on your journeys. [)>=<(🌑)>===<(🌒)>===<(🌓)>===<(🌔)>===<(🌕)>===<(🌖)>===<(🌗)>===<(🌘)>===<(🌑)>=<(] 🔬🌱ZAMNESIA SEEDS - BLACK ORCHID🌱🔬 Parents - Gelato x OG Kush x Ruderalis Genetics - Indica-dominant Flowering Type - Autoflowering Flowering Time - 9-10 weeks from seed to harvest THC - 17% CBD - Low Height (Indoor) - 110cm Height (Outdoor) - 150cm Yield (Indoor) - 500-550 gr/m² Yield (Outdoor) - 50-100 gr/plant Sex - Feminized [)>=<(🌑)>===<(🌒)>===<(🌓)>===<(🌔)>===<(🌕)>===<(🌖)>===<(🌗)>===<(🌘)>===<(🌑)>=<(] Notes: Had a mini purge of the soil, just a flush ass I thought the PH was a bit off, back to normal now. You will notice that due to the heat their has been some foxtailing, this is a blessing and a curse: yay extra weed, a blessing, but it puts you in this weird limbo stage, due to the foxtailing happening when my buds are getting close to finishing, then do we just cut them down and accept the young tails, or wait another few weeks and have the tails mature and turn red. FIND OUT NEXT WEEK… Kidding, I shall wait. Aside from that, here are the thoughts: the smell is really odd, not in a bad way (no rot or strong pepper), it has this weird rich floral and sticky smell. The plants are not as big as I was sort of hoping, but I am happy with them, they look really cool and new weed is always fun.