Trinkets ; ( text + action prompt)

[featherknives]

[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...

Comments

[freetobe]

[ He can be still, incredibly so. Unmoved and unmoving. He could stand in the same spot for hours and days and weeks and be more aking to a statue than a person. Castiel has done that in the past.

He stands in the shadows off to the side of the church. Something about the space is calming, despite his own frayed relationship to the God that created him. ]

Prayer doesn't need to be formal. Should you wish to know.

[featherknives]

[Xayah's ears perk up at the unexpected voice. She's... seen this person around the Beacon, but didn't notice him standing there. He's really good at keeping silent, she'll give him that.

The wings on her back shift and fold more properly as she stands straighter. Did he hear her? Doesn't matter.]

Someone mentioned that before. [Was it Aziraphale? It was probably him.] But does it really work if it is not done properly?

[freetobe]

[ It's hard to tell if he takes note of her unusual appearance. Though truth be told... he's seen a green man and a purple man with horns here, as well as all kinds of people who look human and yet are more than that. What she is, he cannot tell - but Beacon is not a place where much surprises him anymore in how its residents look. ]

A strong feeling often suffices - longing or yearning. It need not be more formal than that. If you want to be more certain, it helps to direct the prayer towards whom you want to reach with it. Angels can hear all prayers if they listen, but they'll always hear what's directed towards them, no matter how informal.

[ His lips twitch slightly. ]

A friend of mine is very... vulgar with his prayers. Downright blasphemous. It still works.

[featherknives]

[If asked, she'd explain it to him. She's gotten better at it since she got here; while she was alive, she was very defensive to everything that invaded her personal life. But that could've been for the fact that 80% of people she knew tried to hunt her and her lover down.

But someone hearing her prayers and responding to them, maybe trying to make things better- it's a pipe dream she had long ago abandoned.]

Angels... what are angels? To you.

[Aziraphale was an angel but she never really asked him what that entails, what does he do. Demons are easy.]

Niceties don't work. The moment you show that you have a soft, polite spot everyone tries to exploit you.

[freetobe]

My kin.

[ Castiel crosses his arms, brows drawing together in thought. ]

We're celestial wavelengths. Light and energy and will. Soldiers and shepherds. Not designed for feeling or free will, yet capable of it.

[ What does it mean to be an angel? His opinion on it has changed a lot over the years, since learning of the corruption in their own ranks.

At Xayah's last statement, Castiel inclines his head. ]

They do. Humans... well, people really, have a great capacity for cruelty.