evermoon's song

#frostingmoonlight, closed & affiliated lauma blog written by aurae/rori/cifera. affiliated with gnostic hymns. EST, minor, it/its.

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Though suspicious to the average person, the all-seeing eyes of Truth found a sense of charming serenity to posters throughout Nasha Town. Because of that, Bronya – through asking for directions (and getting a variety of incorrect, though eventually correct answers by asking) – eventually found herself before the so-called ‘Moonchanter Lauma’, behind a stall as befittingly crude as the posters that advertised it. 

Standing before the stall, Bronya was a bit awkward. She didn’t consider herself timid by any means – in fact, she would consider herself bold if anything – but she wasn’t exactly sure how to approach someone who offered themselves so openly. Matter of fact, Bronya hadn’t entirely understood why she might’ve needed the hug to begin with? Were things at work rough for her? She surely couldn’t have reached all that new of a low-point with funding, considering she hadn’t found herself back to donning the ‘Delivery King’ title as of late. Mayhaps she just…

…Needed it?

“Moonchanter Lauma?” Her voice was uncertain, questioning something she already knew the answer to, “I came to request a hug, as advertised.” She bowed before the taller woman, and there was an undeniable eagerness that Bronya kept tucked away reasonably so – after all, this Lauma seemed like someone that would give a proper hug to those who needed it. 

Maybe the childish advertisement was fitting, after all. 

⏾ lauma gives hugs.

The obvious eagerness of the young woman brings both a fond and amused smile to Lauma's lips. Speaking so formally, yet these words holds an undertone of childish desire - this is not a bad thing, though. Still, for someone who holds herself with shoulders set like she has seen the end of the world, one would assume that she would have more confidence in addressing Lauma herself. She brings herself to her feet, stepping outside of the hastily made stall - her antlers nearly catching on a low-strung ornament in the shape of a crescent moon. One of the children had made it and had insisted to hang it, and Lauma, in good faith, had obliged.

Children do not think about the worries of the world. Their worlds, in reality, are they, themselves, and just that. The greater troubles of things like leading the people that Lauma carries upon her shoulders are little more relevant to them than the wisps and embers of dreams as they awake for another day of playing and studying all the same. So, perhaps no - perhaps this young woman is not childish, for she seems to carry an all too keen awareness of the world around her - and yet, in her eyes, in her voice, she carries the uncertainty of a child stepping into new territory. It is not in Lauma's nature to make assumptions without proof - yet something nags at her that there is only 'childishness' here because children are tentative when broaching things that seem scary, that seem big.

Is approaching someone for a hug - perhaps even love - scary for her, then? Someone so young, yet someone with such profound eyes - the presence of someone who has seen so many things, yet with the tone of someone nervous. Little, lovely things are sometimes terrifying. Lauma know this well, for she too, is like this.

She's not technically hiding. Officially, she's "conducting negotiations with the Frostmoon Scions". In reality, she's just looking for an isolated corner of their enclave to huddle into her rarely-used winter cloak and try to get something approaching rest.

...is that a sign offering free hugs?

Oh, to the Abyss with it. No one here will recognise me, especially if I hide in my cloak...

She takes out her coral headdress and tucks it into a pocket, lets her hair down from the headache-inducing ponytail, pulls the fur-lined hood up, and steps up to the stall.

⏾ lauma gives hugs.

Lauma gracefully rises from her stall and exits from the side when she sees someone approach, her lips pulled into a warm smile. The visitor seems almost hesitant to approach, so the fact that she has done so anyway is something that Lauma would like to be proud of for on her behalf. (Or, well, she assumes that it is a girl, considering the long hair that she can see coming out from under the hood.)

"Yes, it is," Lauma assures her, voice gentle. "I wanted to give one to those who were currently feeling like they were in need of some comfort, even if it be from a stranger." And so, with that, Lauma takes extra care to give her a softer, gentler hug. She feels almost tense, and Lauma can practically sense the tension and exhaustion rolling off of her in waves. "Oh dear," she murmurs, beginning to rub small, slow circles into Kokomi's back. "You seem very stressed."

Lauma takes great care not to hold too tight, but to keep her grip somewhat firm. Not firm enough to scare her off, but firm enough to provide reassurance that there is someone to relax into. A small reassurance that she is there, and that should this stranger need it, she can bear some of their troubles and burdens, at the very least, temporarily. "It is going to be okay," she murmurs delicately, and she had the odd urge to hold this stranger like how she would a child from the Frostmoon Scions - in her arms, bundled up, away from the rest of the world.

⏾ lauma gives hugs.

Lauma watches Dainsleif approach her stall with both a curious gaze and a warm smile. From their time spent together on Nod Krai facing against Rerir, and what little interactions they'd had, she had come to understand that Dainsleif is a troubled person with a troubling past. She hadn't expected for him to come to her directly for any sort of comfort, but that doesn't mean that she wouldn't readily welcome it. Lauma gets to her feet and exits the stall (which had been lovingly decorated by the rest of the Frostmoon Scions).

Although she could greet him and this would be the proper thing to do, as she takes in his expression, she finds that it would be unnecessary. Dainsleif bears a weight that is five hundred years old and there is an oldness and weariness to his posture and face that she knows she cannot erase with a singular hug. He has always given her the impression that he was bearing the weight of the whole world on his shoulders - and although, technically, she thinks this is probably true, that doesn't mean that he doesn't deserve a break - or a warm hug.

So, instead of pleasantries, Lauma takes him into her arms, wrapping them around him. She takes care not to scare him off, moving slowly, acting almost like how one would approach a timid prey animal. Her grip is not tight. He is allowed to leave whenever he so pleases, after all. She would like to perhaps rub a few circles into his back - she has the impression that would also do him some good - but Lauma does not want to push any boundaries.

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Lauma is decisive in general, and she is supposed to be if she needs to be a competent Moonchanter for the Frostmoon Scions. We see this with the Fatui and how quick and ready she is to do what she deems necessary in order to help her people - she even goes as far to actually infiltrate the Fatui base in order to get to what she needs. I do think that generally she needs some time to come to an answer and likes to think things over for more long-term problems, but if it's something that is needed to be done in the moment (as we see her stand up quite strongly to the Fatui that were being awful to her people), she'll come to a quick decision about what to do.

about the animal talk . . .

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To me, Lauma is the kind of person that would journal. I remember in canon she's quite fond of the library that the Frostmoon Scions have and she knows a lot of their books cover to cover as they're mostly about myths and such. Since she doesn't really trust herself to talk to anybody and she wants to give the impression that she's handling all of her duties by herself, responsibly, and confidently, I don't think she asks other people to remember things for her (even though she probably should), but she also knows that she's so stressed that she's bound to forget things.