Personal Quest [se] beneath the sun
Deimos Ignatius
the Resurrected Sword
Warden of Halo / Guildmaster

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#1
DEIMOS
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Last year they’d prepared, they’d built stalls, they’d spread lines and figments, décor and adornments, over the Fields, granted and given their time, hoping for another festive experience, a time to celebrate survival. Another LongNight where their souls hadn’t been extinguished amidst the monsters, the demons, the devils.

And then that’d been ruined too.

The Sword had been hesitant to do much of anything for Fiat Lux again – presumed there was another act of betrayal or catastrophe layered beneath it, that all the death, panic, catastrophe, and anguish associated with the latter’s might carry over. Their luck had run out, no longer prevailing – and perhaps it was best that they would hold it somewhere else, the stigma striving to wear off, to be grand and wonderful in another land.

But then again, proffering an extension of means and measures didn’t require he, or anyone else who recalled, who remembered, attend the party. So, per the normal stance of him offering, guiding, striving, he’d put up a notice along the boards, inquiring for willing hands, and then after completing his duties at the barracks, marched towards the Artisan’s Guild.

Within the workshop he’d already left out flowers and reeds for flower crowns (hoping someone else knew how to make those because while he’d worn many – now there was a thought, image, he rarely conjured – constructing them had never been in his repertoire), and other matters, artifacts, to conjure and implement to their making.

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Open PQ in the Artisan’s Guild for Fiat Lux prep! No need to bring in anything, Deimos should have the tools all set!

The PQ will move along when all the slots are filled! Thank you!

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Ningo Farmer

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Happiness is not an ideal of reason but of imagination
He'd heard bits and pieces about Fiat Lux, and was curious to know more about it, and of course, to help. It was all he could do really, still being so new here, an Outlander, still learning about the traditions and culture of this new world. His presence in the Grounds had become slightly more scarce as he nervously flitted between here and Halo, awaiting Kia's return, suffering through a magically induced sunburn that just wouldn't heal all the while.

"Deimos," he said in greeting to the man, just as curious to see the Artisan's Guild as he was to know more about Fiat Lux. He offered a small smile to the man - he was wearing a broad hat himself, a shield against the sun lest he make his burn worse, and looked out over the preparations for this tasks that the General had laid out, raising a brow at him in silent question, before abandoning all sense and voicing the question anyway: "Flowers?"
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Arialla

Arialla hadn't even seen the notice board post -- she happened to be checking out the Artisan's Guild, that was all, when she spotted a workshop full of flowers and materials. She'd made enough flower crowns in her life to recognize the setup, and it had been long enough since she'd gotten her hands on one that she wanted to make some more.

As she approached, she was a bit surprised to find two tall, rather imposing men at work rather than the young girls she usually associated with flower-braiding. But, hey, why not? She would never be so rude as to question it.

"Hello," she said. "Are you braiding flowers? Can I help?"

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WESSEX
the wraith
she tied you to her kitchen chair
she broke your throne and she cut your hair
Fiat Lux prep sounded like a suitably mindless task; something to keep the hands busy and the brain more or less blank. Once upon a time, a younger, far less jaded Wessex helped her younger sister make a seemingly endless supply of flower crowns. It couldn’t be that hard to remember - or improvise. There was the potential issue of attendees as Deimos wasn’t her first choice of company these days, but there were likely to be others - perhaps someone she doesn’t mind right now. Or not. She could sit in the corner and make grumpy stick figures and wilted supplies until the Festival started.

A Festival she wouldn’t be attending.

Maybe this time, if disaster strikes, it'll take out a lot of Fae. Even the odds. The dark thoughts circulates as she approaches, the final in a group of four. Nodding to everyone, Wessex is pleasantly surprised to see Chuy, unaware of what - or who - brings him to the Grounds.
and from your lips she drew
the hallelujah
Deimos Ignatius
the Resurrected Sword
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DEIMOS
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While he waited, there was no presiding in a dark corner. Instead, he used the spare moments to navigate along the set-up, ensuring tables and chairs were adequately spaced out and furnished with materials anyone might need: the various sprigs and reeds for flower crowns, candles already molded for the wheel of flames (merely requiring décor and adornments, and then some wreaths for further representation.

Moving and maneuvering along the threshold, eventually some arrived – Chulane received a nod and some form of a smile. “Just wait,” as some semblance of an amused warning. The Sword didn’t quite know who Arialla was, but her apparent knowledge of plaiting the florets together was a welcome relief. “Making flower crowns, and you are welcome to help.” The third was the most unexpected, given antics over LongNight, but Deimos had already taken the blame for the deaths – striving to move onward (and into other machinations churning in redemption) without sinking and falling straight back into the mire. He gave Wessex a nod, before striding and standing amongst them, beginning explanations.

“Thank you for coming. I thought we could do our Fiat Lux preparation in stations. We have flower crowns,” and here he pointed towards the table adorned with the petals, grass, reeds, and blossoms, varieties of hues and colors for whichever they chose. “Decorating candles,” and the waxen molds, all coated in ivory, were ready for paint, ribbons, or a combination thereof. “And I was hoping to make wreaths that might represent your homeland.” Torchline and its sun, ocean, beaches, and waves, Hollowed Grounds with its ruins, but pieces of rising hope and perseverance, Halo with its mountains, and whatever else they craved to embellish. “Choose one and then we can switch off. If you need any supplies, let me know.”

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This PQ will be done in stations!

You may pick and choose one of the following (and don’t worry, everyone will get to do each!)

1. Flower Crowns
2. Candle Decorating
3. Wreath Making

If you need anything, let Deimos know, but you should find any colors, fabrics, flowers, paints, ribbons, etc. to your liking!
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Ningo Farmer

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Happiness is not an ideal of reason but of imagination
Flower crowns? His thoughts were abuzz with the idea of it, unable to resist imagining the tower of a warrior decorated with the delicate stems and petal wreath forming a tiara. He kept his thoughts and amusement mostly to himself, letting a half-smile tilt his lips, giving a friendly nod to the arrival of another. At the arrival of Wessex, he let his expression soften as recognition flared, smiling more broadly as he lifted a hand in a small wave to her.

Then, Deimos was speaking, giving instructions and gesturing towards the various stations he had prepared. Chuy nodded thoughtfully, still eyeing the flower-crown-making station with a raised brow. He'd procrastinate that task until last, if he could. "I'll try wreath-making first," he wandered towards the indicated station, looking over the materials and wondering at exactly how he might represent Halo in a wreath (glossing over the fact that he wasn't quite sure he considered his homeland either).

Testing some of the materials for pliability and strength, he found himself completing a simple weave of what would appear to be nothing more than sticks - all hard lines, plain, a simple design, a sort of base to begin his (admittedly poor) attempt at making a wreath. Halo had little in the way of flowers, so as he worked, he wove some pale, snow-hued material in the design too. Then, to make it more than just a bunch of sticks with material woven through it, he began working some pale flowers into the design, selecting leaves that were coloured to look snow-frosted naturally, before enhancing it with well-placed snowdrops.

He was fairly satisfied with his work, and so kept going along the same design, the next one focussing on more glacial hues of blue and indigo.

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Chuy makes wreaths~
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Arialla

Arialla's choice was obvious: "I'll start by making flower crowns."

She headed over to that station and quickly got started, braiding flowers together, with an eye for the colors and types she chose. White and gold were her first picks, but she'd make sure to branch out, so that the people she assumed would eventually wear the crowns had options.

Looking ahead to the other stations ... Decorating candles sounded interesting -- it certainly wasn't something she'd done before, though she had a little experience making scented candles -- but Deimos' concept of making wreaths for their homelands gave her a little pang. She still didn't consider anywhere in Caido as her home, not really. Her true home was in another world ... but making a wreath for it might be nice.

Oh, and she had a thought, as she glanced at her fellow participants. Not to judge a book by its cover, but ... "If anyone doesn't have experience braiding flowers, I can show you."

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Arialla's making flower crowns!

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WESSEX
the wraith
she tied you to her kitchen chair
she broke your throne and she cut your hair
As the pokiest poster least caring (or so she imagines) of the group, Wessex waits for the others to make their choices, and they do, leaving her with candle decorating. There’s a small irony in that, she thinks, because when you pair fire and Ascendeds together baaaad things happen. Not only that, but her artistic skills are a little lacking. Hope no one minds stick figure flowers.

Wessex points to the candles and heads over to the area, picking up something to make imprints with and the pots of paint. Sitting down she stares at the supplies and then dips in. Green for the stem and leaves, something pretty for the petals. A sun on one side. And in lieu of getting her fingers dirty and smudging everything, she calls up her shadow to hold and turn the candles as she slowly paints away in silence - the picture of dull concentration and odd innovation.
and from your lips she drew
the hallelujah
Deimos Ignatius
the Resurrected Sword
Warden of Halo / Guildmaster

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DEIMOS
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They all seemed to settle into their preferred stations, leaving Deimos to either ensure everyone had supplies, wander around restlessly, or join in. He opted for the latter, and at the woman’s offering, partook – because it should’ve been a surprise to no one that he lacked the skills. Not cautious around the flora, but obviously out of place, he was content to pull up a chair, and watch as the woman deftly wove her ivory and gilded strands into a diadem form – quite effortlessly. His stare was intent, head tilted, and he snagged at some white and blue blossoms, intending to replicate her designs, leaning back in his chair, striving not to laugh at his clumsy efforts. “Thank you for trying,” he commented to Arialla, a chuckle under his breath. His large, calloused palms were well equipped for weaponry, hauling, lifting, or shielding, but not for such delicate matters. Perhaps he was better off wearing them.

As his sprigs managed to remain entirely askew, his brows furrowed into deep concentration. A passing comment meandered its way to Chulane, not expecting a response other than some wry wit. Kiada and I launched these at the crowd last year, with the catapult. Proud, and dignified, at the notions of one of his favored creations and the innocent chaos that had ensued.

The fellow Attuned managed to conjure either visions of Halo, or somewhere else entirely from the manifestation of Earth, the sticks rendered in its generous frost, snowdrop essences, and contorted leaves. Only a few opted to defy his efforts, peeling away from their fellows in a rise towards the ceiling.

The Wraith’s candle decorating turned out to be the most successful – the imprinted flowers correlating well on the waxy surface, the stems curling prettily, and the shadow manifesting the same, maneuvering everything in accord. In no time at all, Wessex would find a number of them completed, meant to signify something, eventually, in the blaze of fire. Maybe she could imagine them all as Fae, going up in the flames.

And with that, everyone would be free to move elsewhere.

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Round one: everyone did well, except Deimos, who cannot make a flower crown.

You may keep working at this station, or move to another!
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Ningo Farmer

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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!
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Arialla

"You'll get better if you keep practicing," Arialla told Deimos, a little teasingly: he didn't necessarily strike her as the type to sit around braiding flowers. But if he did want to put in the time to learn, good for him.

Turning to Chulane, Arialla grabbed some flowers with long, flexible stems, the ones she knew would be easy for a beginner to work with, and handed to the man. "Great, here's how to get started ... My name's Arialla, by the way."

She already knew Wessex, from their time training together, but the two men were still strangers to her.

Once she got Chulane going on flower crowns, she decided to give wreaths a try. It couldn't be that different, after all -- just a larger scale, she figured. Though how to represent her homeland ... Seashells, to start, she thought -- she was a bit surprised to find some present; they must have been meant for Torchers, which Arialla almost was at this point. She'd never really come back to the Hollowed Grounds after LongNight. And maybe olive branches ... Certainly some flowers ...

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Arialla will give Chulane a little guidance on flower crowns and try her hand at making a wreath (unless that's too much for one round).

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WESSEX
the wraith
she tied you to her kitchen chair
she broke your throne and she cut your hair
Who knew the Wraith had such artistic skill in her? More than satisfied with the decorations on the candles, she notes as the others swap roles, and after a moment, decides to do the same. Perhaps leaving her first station open for Deimos, Wessex rises and gravitates towards making flower crowns with Chuy, settling into Arialla’s vacant seat with a little huff of greeting.

“Once upon a time, I was roped into making many of these,” she says absently as fingers far more attuned to handles and weaponry reach for the innocent flora. Ah, but here the Wraith is rusty, or perhaps too callous, too heavy handed. The first one breaks, a daisy-like bloom popping off its stem. She chuckles dryly. “Good to see you outside of Halo,” she offers as conversation, lest they just sit there in sidlence.

Frustrated, she finds her fingers fumbling and once again asks her shadow to assist, even looking over to Chuy and silently offering quasi-material aid, should he need it.

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Wessex also does flower crowns and fucks it up, so she uses her shadows to help.
and from your lips she drew
the hallelujah
Deimos Ignatius
the Resurrected Sword
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There was an intriguing sense of camaraderie amongst the horde of flower crowns, woven structures, or painting candles – all the more since Arialla seemed incredibly willing to beseech those clearly ignorant in the art (for which Deimos would probably remain). Even Wessex, away from the midsts of silence, joined in.

Chulane, unfortunately, would have about the same amount of luck as the Sword had when it came to blending flowers and arranging them together. They bent and whirled underneath his hand, but then sprung back upwards, so anyone daring to wear the diadems might have come away with wounds along their scalp. He’d be free to try again, fix the situation, or maneuver to his last station.

Arialla’s efforts paid off remarkably with the wreaths. Seashells stood out, making someone likely believe she hailed from Torchline, blending and staying nicely with the olive branches, the flowers carefully chosen. A more curious, speculative, or prying individual might have asked, might have wondered, about the other portions – but there it was in the end, a true testament to worlds far, far gone.

Deimos wrinkled his nose at Arialla’s comment, eyeing the florets suspiciously – then shrugged off the frustration. “Perhaps another time.” Airing his frustrations on tiny petals wasn't going to happen, so he opted out, clearly seeing where he was lacking. Leaving the rest to it the crowns, once more considering he could merely wear them and not fashion them into anything in particular, he meandered over to the candles. His stare roamed over Wessex’s perfected adornments. A shrug embellished its way through his shoulders, and he so desperately craved to create the manifested artwork merely by magic – but he’d been the one subjecting them all to the same task. With a sigh, he began to lightly brush over portions and pieces of gold, firm reminders of an individual he’d lost.

Wessex managed to make far better crowns than either Deimos or Chulane (though…that wasn’t a great task), making up for the broken parts with her shadow, until they managed to become something staying together, less formidable or prosperous as Arialla’s. Maybe natural talent for arranging flowers was hard to come by.

Once more, the group would be free to move onto other stations, or stay at the one they’d chosen.

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Arialla is the queen of wreaths and flower crowns, and the rest of us are not.

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Ningo Farmer

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"Chulane," he said with a smile as Arialla offered her name and her help. "And thanks," he said, watching the young woman closely, attempting to repeat her actions with little success. It was not a reflection of her teachings, but rather a combination of Chuy being terrible at arts and crafts in general (his notes rarely had drawings, his diagrams purely scientific, without extra flourish or decoration).

He grinned at Wessex, honestly pleased to see her. "And yet you return now, no ropes to be seen," he observed wryly. "Good to see you too, Wessex." And he was, appreciating the information she had given him when he was still so new to this world (hell, he still felt like a newbie), appreciating the insight into the Ascended and even bits of history of the realm he otherwise might not have learned. He was fascinated when her shadow seemed to bend and even help, pausing to look at how they worked. He accepted the aid she offered, more out of curiosity than actual need - though it would be for naught, for even with her help, he was utterly useless at the task.

He couldn't help but chuckle to himself as the he tried to weave the bendy strands together, finding them completely unwillingly to stay together. "Ah, Chief of Agriculture I may be, Chief of Flower Crowns? Not so much." Hands spread before him as yet another attempt fell to pieces on the work table before them.

He wouldn't give up so easily though, choosing to remain at the flower crown making station a bit longer, to have another attempt, before calling in a defeat. With renewed focus, he tried again, picking up the pieces and carefully weaving them together, not focussing so much on the design until he got the construction well sorted - once he had a few good foundations, he would decorate them better.
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