LIBBS
It all started with an idea. Ripe, and ready for picking, the fruits of creativity and innovation were in bloom when Libbs woke up this morning. Because the next part of this little sun ritual, was to create gifts and appease Safrin. Right? Right. And she thought a bit about it. While she couldn't figure out the Safrin bit yet, namely, because what precisely does one do to entertain a goddess? She thought about the things that she missed. And the gears started turning, slowly, but surely.
And if she missed these things, well, maybe someone else would as well?
So she wrote down her little list, just in case she forgot. It had ideas with haphazardly drawn lines and certain materials highlighted with a large, scribbly circle. It had some badly drawn schematics, blurred with fingerprint smudges, and something that looked like a mixture of English and.. Chinese? Either way, she was packed. She was ready to go. And good news? She didn't necessarily need to go far to get. She just.. had to get lucky.
And even then, worse case scenario? She got to see just an inch more of this puzzle that she fell into. One more stone unturned. And eventually, things would fall into place, slowly, but surely.
In that regard, Libbs was out foraging in the fields for material. Scrap. Pretty much anything that looked like it could be useful. Certain rocks. Certain pieces of wood. Really, anything that screamed inspiration. Though, arguably.. a frown would cover her face as she trudged against the dry, brittle grass, hearing the harsh crunch on her ears, making the air feel that much hotter. The ground was a lot more sandier then normal. And there was a sad nostalgia that settled in the mist of the earthy tones she was kicking up.
Something would break the nostalgia, Libbs would whip her moppy head up to the horizon, eyes blinded by the glare of the sun. She'd put one hand to her eyes to shield her gaze, squinting, and standing on the tips of her toes. What was that over there?
And if she missed these things, well, maybe someone else would as well?
So she wrote down her little list, just in case she forgot. It had ideas with haphazardly drawn lines and certain materials highlighted with a large, scribbly circle. It had some badly drawn schematics, blurred with fingerprint smudges, and something that looked like a mixture of English and.. Chinese? Either way, she was packed. She was ready to go. And good news? She didn't necessarily need to go far to get. She just.. had to get lucky.
And even then, worse case scenario? She got to see just an inch more of this puzzle that she fell into. One more stone unturned. And eventually, things would fall into place, slowly, but surely.
In that regard, Libbs was out foraging in the fields for material. Scrap. Pretty much anything that looked like it could be useful. Certain rocks. Certain pieces of wood. Really, anything that screamed inspiration. Though, arguably.. a frown would cover her face as she trudged against the dry, brittle grass, hearing the harsh crunch on her ears, making the air feel that much hotter. The ground was a lot more sandier then normal. And there was a sad nostalgia that settled in the mist of the earthy tones she was kicking up.
Something would break the nostalgia, Libbs would whip her moppy head up to the horizon, eyes blinded by the glare of the sun. She'd put one hand to her eyes to shield her gaze, squinting, and standing on the tips of her toes. What was that over there?
let's run off to costa rica
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
