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

[Action]

[worthallthis]

[There's a dude sitting in the back of the church, hunched in on themselves, hair loose rather than pulled back today and a notebook on their knees that they're not writing in. Xayah can spot them when she turns to leave. Soldat lifts their pencil in greeting and invitation to come sit with them for a while.

Come say hi? They're here for the same reason you are, gal.]

@ Lingering-Will - Text/Action Mix

[really_sketchy]

I would like something…
If it isn't too much trouble.
I will be there this evening.

[Naminé doesn't actually know when evening is in Beacon. The darkness has a way of playing tricks on her perception but she wakes up, goes about her day, and when she is tired she sleeps. It's an odd feeling but one that she's slowly come accustomed to over the last month of her stay here.

At approximately 4:30 pm, she makes her way towards the glass greenhouse. This is her first time visiting despite her conversation with Xayah a few weeks before hand but she manages to find it after about an hour of walking from downtown. Her steps slow when she spots the lantern light and she begins to look around for anyone who might be staying here.]

Hello?

[Her voice is sweet as it calls above the sound of silence and nervous.]

@eleven | text (for now)

[savingthrows]

do you make friendship bracelets

[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.