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feonixe2017-01-01 03:13 pm
eonflamewing) wrote in feonixe2017-01-01 03:13 pm
CMO 2017 EDITION
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hello it is i. / for lord light!
[ the celebrations are at full swing today as the town center is just bustling with activity. joyful youths danced around a pole and sang songs of thanks for their bounties. children, sweet babes, played games and ate their full in sweets and candied fruits as it'll be the last time they'll eat such delicacies as the approach of winter comes. but the thoughts of the cold days were far from the minds of those celebrating the hearty harvests they had this year.
now was for the time for songs and dances and laughter.
even caelum seemed to be enjoying herself as she simply sat at the table with the rest of the others, feeling surprisingly accomplished for all she had done in the past six months. who knew she would be in this position since the first day of her arrival to the village. she knew she hadn't made it easy for some of the others… whacking someone with a stone sphere is not the best way to make an impression. ]
Ah-! [ something snaps her out of the train of thoughts, feeling something drop on her head and laughter coming and going behind as someone ran away from the table.
her free hand reaches out to grab what was placed on her head, her grip on the stone orb in her other hand tightening out of reflex. the white knuckled grip she has on the orb relaxed when she feels what it is. twined branches and threaded leaves. flowers and acorns. it's a flower crown.
how embarrassing for her to react like that. her face turning a mild colour of red, she looks at the man sitting next to her in an attempt to save face. ] Excuse me…
Did you see who did this? I certainly didn't catch a glimpse of them.
yooo
Lord Light sits upon the well-worn bench, the wind weaving briefly through his long white hair while he surveys the festivities with calm eyes of grey. He seems a little out of place - a monotone figure in the midst of a whirl of colourful shirts and dresses, and yet there's a certain radiance to his presence that sets him as one tile in a mosaic of many. He may lack colour, but he did not lack life. ]
A youth with eyes of the blue sky.
[ The deity's voice is calm and even as he turns to regard her with an expression of mild neutrality. ]
no subject
[ her voice is part exasperation, part thoughtfulness because it does tell her a bit about who had done... this for her.
as she looks around to look for the young one with blue eyes, she finds herself become less and less interested in searching them out. what would she do next if she does find them? confront them and say thank you? try to strike up a conversation?
the idea makes her a little nervous, still unused to the vibrancy and the openness of the people, so she mostly withdraws. mostly. she's found it easier to speak with the others in the same situation as her. those who stick out for one reason or another. those who she got to know better due to their shared circumstances.
plus, there is a lead she can take already. ]
Did anyone give you a... gift? [ for the lack of a better word. she's pulling down crown to inspect it, careful not rustle the leaves or acorns. ] They've been all so welcoming to us. Ever since we first arrived.
SORRY FOR THE LATE rl fell on me but I'LL BE FASTER FROM NOW ON
They do not wish us harm. [ That much is evident. ] They only ask us to not make trouble for them, and to help.
[ He lifts the object in his hand - a pendant much like a dream-catcher, woven out of feathers the same colour as his eyes. ]
Does it unsettle you?