Personal Quest [se] beneath the sun
Arialla Calimeris


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#15

Arialla

"I believe in you," Arialla told Chulane -- somewhat jokingly, as she'd spoken to Deimos. Seeing these tall, intimidating men fumble with blossoms had set her at ease and amused her a little, though not in a mean way. It was nice that they were willing to try and fail. "Keep at it and someday you will truly be the Flower Crown King."

With her wreath made -- it had come out even better than she'd expected -- she decided to move on to the last station she hadn't tried yet, just for a little variety. Candle decorating ... She knew how to make candles, as that was one of the rote tasks allotted to temple novices, but she'd never really decorated one before. Taking up a paint brush, she decided to go abstract, painting delicate blue waves and swirls on the side of the candle. Maybe she still had the sea on her mind after making that seashell wreath.

please don't take my sunshine away


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Wessex Theskyra
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#16
WESSEX
the wraith
she tied you to her kitchen chair
she broke your throne and she cut your hair
“Well you can’t be worse than Deimos,” she whispers back in a cheerfully conspiratorial way, glancing over at the giant who’d once even brought her a flower crown during Fiat Lux. Those were simpler days.

“You’re quite determined,” she says with an appraisin chuckle as she rises, intent on moving on. “Good luck.” Perhaps practice will make perfect with the young Outlander. Setting her eyes on the wreaths, she seems to be following Arialla’s course, picking up where the woman left off. The wreaths are easier for the Wraith, or so she hopes - less prone to breaking when calloused, rough hands try to bend them to her will. Perhaps this time without popping off blossom heads, Wessex is able to bend the pieces into circles that signify the cyclical nature of life.

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Wessex does wreaths.
and from your lips she drew
the hallelujah
Deimos Ignatius
the Resurrected Sword
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DEIMOS
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Chulane, enduring and persevering, finally conquered the flower crowns. The foundations eventually tied in together nicely, allowing for the décor, adornments, and ornamental structures to form neatly, efficiently, and would be easily rendered into something worn. Without wounding the holder, which was always a bonus. Deimos arched a brow at their easygoing banter, permitting the slander of the Wraith to remain unchecked, since it wasn’t quite a falsehood.

It was the first time, and hopefully only, that Arialla fumbled in her work. While her painting, brushstrokes of blue, the sea calling her home, was efficient, the candle also slipped, and yearned to roll across the table, leaving spatters of the hue along the surface. A mere fumbling, but it might’ve messed up her artwork along the wax too.

Let it be known Deimos always tried; but gentler, more delicate things and matters seemed to crumble beneath calloused hands and battlefield mentality. His last venture was towards the wreaths, and the process, the thought, behind his earlier directions suddenly caused him to still. He glanced over the branches, the softer, willowy sticks he’d gathered, pondering which home to designated. The Hollowed Grounds, here and now, where the people had made it a shelter, a sanctuary? The Moonlit Tides, where he was born and raised, running next to surf and swell? The Aurora Basin, where he’d been King of mountains and summits?

In the end, he deigned towards all three – hues of blue, grey, and ivory woven together, the boughs bending under his might. Before long, however, he noted the wreath ended up looking more like a weapon, with the branches jutting out ominously. Shrugging, since he liked the ominous effect, he placed a few more symbolic gestures in.

Wessex, also at the wreath table, had far better luck than the Sword. The blossoms stayed in their beatific positions, the rounded contortions swirling to her exact measurements – nature in its cycles, representations of life and the toils, coils, it took. She, more so than most in this room, likely knew and understood its complexities.

Eventually, Deimos began collecting the artifacts already christened, anointed, and made, rising from the bench and grabbing hold of some boxes. Placing fabric and light paper in between, ensuring the whimsical vessels stayed as such in the impending delivery, his voice measured quietly amongst those gathered. “You are welcome to continue working. If you think you are finished, we can start putting them away to deliver to the Greatwood.” His eyes went to several other boxes resting nearby.

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Chulane has conquered the flower crowns, Wessex has bent her wreath to her will, Arialla’s candle has a mind of its own, and to no one’s surprise, Deimos’ wreath looks like a weapon.

Last round! You can work on something you haven’t yet, or help Deimos put things together to deliver all of our lovely objects to the Greatwood!
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my head is bloody, but unbowed
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#18
Happiness is not an ideal of reason but of imagination
A soft chuckle and a glance to the Sword come from Chuy at the Wraith's words. It would seem her well-wish of luck did its job however, as with renewed determination he achieved the feat of  Flower Crown Maker. They were relatively simplistic in design, but he was satisfied nonetheless, adding in extra adornments now that he had the foundations well in hand.

He was stupidly pleased with himself about the whole thing.

After he had built a reasonable number, he took stock on what everyone had built today. He would've liked to have a go at the candles, but it looked like enough had been made, and so he would help to gather the many creations and place them into crates for transportation to the Greatwood - a prospect he was mildly excited about, having never been there before, and having heard of Fae from Jigano.

It was easy to be excited about a world you still new virtually nothing about, where the stories of disasters and adventures still seemed like fantasy, like they couldn't possibly happen to him. Taking care with every object, Chuy began packing things away.

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Chuy helps with packing things into boxes.
CHULANE
Arialla Calimeris


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Arialla

Ah, well. Rolling across the table had damaged Arialla's brushtrokes somewhat, but considering how abstract the design was, she wasn't sure it made that much of a difference ... She held it up, considering it. Well, you could probably tell something had happened to it, but maybe people would think it was intentional.

She decided to take a moment to wipe up the wet paint before moving on, then went to help Deimos and Chulane with boxes. "Let me wrap the flower crowns in paper -- they can be pretty delicate."

Matching her actions to her words, she started folding paper around their creations.

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Arialla will help pack, with particular attention to the flower crowns.

please don't take my sunshine away


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Wessex Theskyra
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#20
WESSEX
the wraith
she tied you to her kitchen chair
she broke your throne and she cut your hair
Looking around at the number of items they’ve created, Wessex sees no need to continue making them, they surely have plenty. Instead, the Wraith begins to tidy up as the others pack. She finds a broom and starts sweeping up the bits of dirt and small leaves that have undoubtedly fallen from the bent flora. Then a bit of a rag, wet, and she takes it to the candle station, wiping up any paint that may have dripped from their designs. Unsure of where the tools themselves might go, the ascended simply wipes or rinses them clean and then puts them out to dry in neat piles - all quite measured and methodical.

If they need help, she’s more than willing to carry the boxes somewhere, though she imagines none of the containers will be very heavy - unless it’s the candles.

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Wessex tidies up instead!
and from your lips she drew
the hallelujah
Deimos Ignatius
the Resurrected Sword
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#21
DEIMOS
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Finishing touches were made, assembled, prides retaken or extinguished, hands closing over delicate objects and solidifying their expanse within boxes. The Wraith chose to tidy up, and before long the Artisan’s Guild project, and its stalls, had been finalized and cleaned. Closing up one of the last packages, and tying it off with a piece of hardy string, he surveyed the room and their accomplishments. “Well done,” and he nodded to each of them in turn, maneuvering some of the cases onto a cart he’d use to transport to the Greatwood. “I can deliver these later. I hope you all enjoy yourselves at the Fiat Lux, and thank you for helping.” However much they could enthrall themselves within the merriment – but he didn’t want his misgivings to angle and permeate through. Too many things and events, trials and tribulations, had occurred over the years, and naught felt very sacred anymore.

Perhaps it would be all in the way they made it for themselves.

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Thank you to everyone!

{FIN}
under the bludgeonings of chance
my head is bloody, but unbowed


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