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.
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
