AURELIA
and my hands aren't clean
maybe they never will be
maybe they never will be
Aurelia's doll was nothing special but, she actually kind of liked it. She'd used a sturdy piece of driftwood as the base, cut it so that it was smooth and more akin to a handle than anything. At the top, she had taken great care to keep the face-like shape of the wood's surface unharmed. It had little in the way of detail, but, the shape of eyes and a nose and cheeks could be made out. It was kind of innocent-looking. She'd wound a soft, soot-stained rag around the 'neck' to cloak the piece of wood in, hiding all but the face. A little hood hovered over the head of it as well.
Aurelia simply followed the crowds. She heard the word souls murmured from a few strangers, and her eyes lifted up at the orbs in wonder. It wasn't long until she found herself where she was supposed to be, glancing around to see what the others had done with their dolls. Some placed theirs together in offering, others held onto theirs.
She eyed a certain dark-haired man as he placed his paper doll away from the fire. Deciding that she was content to let go of her little craft, she placed it among the others in such a way that it could stand and the rags could gently buffet with the wind, as was intended. She supposed she had made it more as a toy to play with, rather than for looks... like some had, with their rather beautiful dolls.
Turning away from the stack of dolls, she recognized Gideon, Saiden, and Sunjata among the crowd - and that dark-haired man close beside Sunjata. He must've been his husband, she realized with a glint of interest in her eyes. But her expression returned to something more guarded. She shied away from the fire and those she knew, unsure of herself in this setting.
She instead found her place sitting on a log beside another woman, "Mind if I join you while we wait?" she asked casually, turning her gaze to the animals that were acting out some sort of scene.
Aurelia simply followed the crowds. She heard the word souls murmured from a few strangers, and her eyes lifted up at the orbs in wonder. It wasn't long until she found herself where she was supposed to be, glancing around to see what the others had done with their dolls. Some placed theirs together in offering, others held onto theirs.
She eyed a certain dark-haired man as he placed his paper doll away from the fire. Deciding that she was content to let go of her little craft, she placed it among the others in such a way that it could stand and the rags could gently buffet with the wind, as was intended. She supposed she had made it more as a toy to play with, rather than for looks... like some had, with their rather beautiful dolls.
Turning away from the stack of dolls, she recognized Gideon, Saiden, and Sunjata among the crowd - and that dark-haired man close beside Sunjata. He must've been his husband, she realized with a glint of interest in her eyes. But her expression returned to something more guarded. She shied away from the fire and those she knew, unsure of herself in this setting.
She instead found her place sitting on a log beside another woman, "Mind if I join you while we wait?" she asked casually, turning her gaze to the animals that were acting out some sort of scene.
but they can still carry you home
when you're ready to sleep
when you're ready to sleep
