[PQ] [se] beneath the sun

Happiness is not an ideal of reason but of imagination

Wreaths were wrangled, not the most pretty of things but Chuy thought they reflected Halo in some way at least. He was quite amused by the thought he received from Deimos, pausing his motion to let a half-smile and a soft huff of laughter press through his lips, as his mind filled with the imagery of the tower of a man and Kia flinging flower crowns into a crowd - with a catapult no less. As he thought of it more, he couldn't help but think of course Kia would do that, and he learned a bit more about Deimos too - understanding more why Kia loved the man so, why she considered him such a close friend as to call him father.

His mind was tugged back to the present shortly thereafter though stop with the introspection in PQs Whimzi as he looked at the work he had completed, satisfied and ready to take on another task. He looked over the stations remaining: flower crowns or candles. He was keen to try everything, and while he wanted to procrastinate the flower crowns again, he thought it better to get them done with. Who knew - maybe he would be a secret flower-crown-maker extraordinaire?

"I'm happy to be taught, if you'd show me?" he addressed Arialla hopefully, wondering if she would linger long enough to give him some tips before moving stations (if she was planning on moving at all). He then got to work, knitting and weaving, doing the best he could to make some semblance of a crown out of petals and stems of the flowers available.

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Chuy tries flower crowns next!

CHULANE