Deimos
And just like that, they sorted themselves out – the structure applied, comfortable, within the realm of the unknown. There was a semblance and sense of freedom given and granted to their companions, orchestrations what they thought would be best – Deimos didn’t have any notions of theme, and had anyone asked he might’ve been dumbstruck and bewildered by the suggestion. He trusted in those around them, that knew them best, to consider and come up with something – which, to him, would make everything else a bit more poignant, refreshing, and affecting.
Once Hotaru had wrangled him for fitting (there were subsequent snorts and jokes tossed in there), he found himself at the lantern table with Samuel. He didn’t know his future brother-in-law quite well enough to throw out some amusing ploy or mischief as he might’ve done with all the other inhabitants, but the man had already extended them a wonderful gift. So Deimos breathed in a massive inhale again, before staring over the materials for the lanterns, not quite sure how to answer. “Perhaps something with stars, suns, or moons.” Cosmos, constellations, galaxies, painted, embroidered, or sketched upon, always leaning in those directions when crafting things for Amalia. A brief chuckle, realizing, remembering, it was his wedding too. “Mountains, oceans. Or swords and shields.” A wrinkle to his nose at the notions of it all – permitting Samuel to choose. “I can help when I am done with the brazier.”
Then he settled in along the end of the table, palms facing the wood. It took a far more intense concentration than before, what with the creation magic changed and altered, the metallic filaments beginning along the bottom. The last one he’d constructed had been for Remi and Ronin, patternworks of stars, of galaxies, for the impending flames. For his own, he began with darker hues, an-almost black frame, etched and embroidered with indented constellations, rising upwards on swirls of stars and clouds of twilight.
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Keep carrying on! If a group finishes, they can move onto planting seedlings or making bracelets!
Once Hotaru had wrangled him for fitting (there were subsequent snorts and jokes tossed in there), he found himself at the lantern table with Samuel. He didn’t know his future brother-in-law quite well enough to throw out some amusing ploy or mischief as he might’ve done with all the other inhabitants, but the man had already extended them a wonderful gift. So Deimos breathed in a massive inhale again, before staring over the materials for the lanterns, not quite sure how to answer. “Perhaps something with stars, suns, or moons.” Cosmos, constellations, galaxies, painted, embroidered, or sketched upon, always leaning in those directions when crafting things for Amalia. A brief chuckle, realizing, remembering, it was his wedding too. “Mountains, oceans. Or swords and shields.” A wrinkle to his nose at the notions of it all – permitting Samuel to choose. “I can help when I am done with the brazier.”
Then he settled in along the end of the table, palms facing the wood. It took a far more intense concentration than before, what with the creation magic changed and altered, the metallic filaments beginning along the bottom. The last one he’d constructed had been for Remi and Ronin, patternworks of stars, of galaxies, for the impending flames. For his own, he began with darker hues, an-almost black frame, etched and embroidered with indented constellations, rising upwards on swirls of stars and clouds of twilight.
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Keep carrying on! If a group finishes, they can move onto planting seedlings or making bracelets!
i rule the stars, not the other way around
