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networkinthenight2020-03-03 10:17 pm
featherknives) wrote in networkinthenight2020-03-03 10:17 pm
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Trinkets ; ( text + action prompt)
[This is the only way she knows how to reach out to the residents of Beacon she doesn't know. Xayah seriously wishes Rastus was more specific with his request.]
Rastus asked me to make trinkets, bracelets, and necklaces for people that are sad. There are too many people around though and I don't know everyone.
So, if you have a friend that could use one (or want one for yourself), drop by the Greenhouse. I can also show you the elements I work with so I can make you something of your own choice in the end.
Drop by in the evening hours; I have some stuff to do right now.
Action prompt
[She's been standing in front of the church for an hour now, two long necklaces dangling from her hand- one made from white and yellow stones with a citrine rock on the edge; the other made from dark beads and pebbles, with a bright red stone on it.
She doesn't believe in the Gods others believe in. Xayah only believed in her father and Rakan in the past and that's where it ended. The world had betrayed her too many times to put her trust in it again. Yet, despite that...
The door creaks when she pushes them open, stepping close towards the altar with candles. She's not taking them, touching them or trying to blow them out. She just puts what she made on the wax-stained stone and takes a step back.]
I don't know how to pray the way you two do but... I hope you're fine. [She looks around the church, pulls coat tighter around herself and turns around to leave-] ...wherever you are...
Rastus asked me to make trinkets, bracelets, and necklaces for people that are sad. There are too many people around though and I don't know everyone.
So, if you have a friend that could use one (or want one for yourself), drop by the Greenhouse. I can also show you the elements I work with so I can make you something of your own choice in the end.
Drop by in the evening hours; I have some stuff to do right now.
Action prompt
[She's been standing in front of the church for an hour now, two long necklaces dangling from her hand- one made from white and yellow stones with a citrine rock on the edge; the other made from dark beads and pebbles, with a bright red stone on it.
She doesn't believe in the Gods others believe in. Xayah only believed in her father and Rakan in the past and that's where it ended. The world had betrayed her too many times to put her trust in it again. Yet, despite that...
The door creaks when she pushes them open, stepping close towards the altar with candles. She's not taking them, touching them or trying to blow them out. She just puts what she made on the wax-stained stone and takes a step back.]
I don't know how to pray the way you two do but... I hope you're fine. [She looks around the church, pulls coat tighter around herself and turns around to leave-] ...wherever you are...