Outside of her home, Rexanna had decided, was where she’d work on decorations for the Festival. She didn’t know what the Festival was for, but people were celebrating in the streets and decorating, selling flowers that bloomed in her backyard. And everything felt peaceful. Despite her still somewhat sore ankle, it had relatively healed well. And her time with Bastien had been wonderful. She felt peaceful, calm, collected for once despite the fight that was happening regarding the Spire. So she brought a couple of chairs out, some scraps and her sewing needles and thread. The day was surprisingly warm, the sun shining down in a bright warming light that she felt like her soul needed. She didn’t even wear shoes as she sat in one of the chairs with clothes in her lap, instead a pair of slippers sat nearby and Rexanna sat with her feet tucked in under her.
Her hair was tied back and her eyes scanned the street for inspiration, for deciding how to celebrate, when she had decided on flags or something akin to them. Taking a pair of sharp scissors, she began to cut into a beautiful salmon pink cloth, using her magic to make it a sturdier fabric that the wind might not ruin as it would likely flap within it. A few precise snips has her a step closer, and she reached for a needle and her thread to begin the process of connecting the fabric to another color of bright yellow. She figured adding a small amount of a different color might make it look like a sun, or a flower. She hadn’t quite decided yet. But she began to thread the needle, one eye closed as she tried to poke the thread through the small eye of the needle.
Jigano <3
Her hair was tied back and her eyes scanned the street for inspiration, for deciding how to celebrate, when she had decided on flags or something akin to them. Taking a pair of sharp scissors, she began to cut into a beautiful salmon pink cloth, using her magic to make it a sturdier fabric that the wind might not ruin as it would likely flap within it. A few precise snips has her a step closer, and she reached for a needle and her thread to begin the process of connecting the fabric to another color of bright yellow. She figured adding a small amount of a different color might make it look like a sun, or a flower. She hadn’t quite decided yet. But she began to thread the needle, one eye closed as she tried to poke the thread through the small eye of the needle.
