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✦ a downpour arrives . . .
the rain is quite heavy, isn't it? my name is lethe. i promise that i hold no ill will; i merely am a weary traveller searching for a place to spend the night in shelter from the rainfall. would you please allow me to rest in your abode?
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Today, the rain is only semi-heavy against his skin - wet enough that any sensible person would have pulled up their hood, but 'dry' enough that Lethe has let down his hood. It's a sharp contrast to the weather of a few nights ago when it had been pouring so hard Lethe had found refuge within a cave, but still, the rain hits the ground hard enough for there to be an audible pitter-patter. So, that's his sign to find shelter.
The time is early night, and although it's relatively early, Lethe would like to make haste for finding a place for the night. After learning that this sever seems to be populated by a handful of people, he does feel a little bit awkward by just sort of wandering door to door, but he'll take what he can get (a semi-consistent roof over his head). And, despite that he was looking for a singular roof over his head, he's found himself stumbling upon many.
A village is always good - it's a guaranteed place to stay the night, or maybe even two or three, if Lethe feels like pushing it. It's not like he's intruding on any other player's space, so he feels significantly less guilty about staying for a period of time rather than a singular night - but, unfortunately, there seems to be a handful of torches left behind. Someone might be staying here, too, and on that account, Lethe should probably ask before staying the night.
It takes a few houses of knocking, asking, and receiving nothing in response before he finds the village house being occupied. Three sharp knocks are accompanied by Lethe's polite call into the house. "I apologize if I'm intruding, but is anybody home right now?"
@lethes-mailbox
[ Pearl appreciates a good rain. Really, she does! Plants wouldn't grow, the land wouldn't be nourished, without rain. ]
[ All the same, it can't exactly work in such conditions. Even its raincoat doesn't perfectly cover its wings, so it always has to spend time drying them off afterwards, and it's just such a pain... ]
[ Thus, Pearl has been quietly drawing build plans, using her crafting table as a desk. Hearing the knock on the door, she jumps to her feet, surprised. The scent of the rain must have drowned out the scent of anyone approaching. ]
Yeah, I'm here– [ it gets a look through the door– ] who are you?
[ His hair's too pale to be anyone's she recognizes. All she can smell of him is petrichor, thick. ]
Never mind that, get in here, you're soaking wet!
Lethe lets out a sheepish chuckle as he steps inside, water immediately splattering against the wood. "I'm so sorry," he says. "I'll unfortunately be making a little bit of a mess of your floor, but I'll clean it up."
Most of his clothes are waterproof in preparation for the ever-present rain that follows him around, so most of the water that's dripping onto the floor hasn't made it into the clothes he's wearing themselves, but it's still inconvenient that the water has to run its course onto the ground.
"To answer your question, however, I'm Lethe. Just a traveller," he stands in her doorway, closing the door behind him, unsure if he's allowed to step further inside or not. "I was looking for a place to stay the night because, well, it's..." He gestures back outside. "Pouring, really. I did notice that the village was occupied, though, so I thought it was best to find the person who'd found it originally and ask if I would be allowed to stay."
Oh, yeah, sure! Don't worry about the floor, I'll get it– you don't have to go back out to another house in the village, I could fashion a bit of a basement? [ Pearl offers. Careful not to get its wings wet, it maneuvers around him, stoking the fireplaces. ]
Gosh, how long have you been out in this? [ She's already started rummaging through her inventory for supplies to offer him. Food, some copper, what else does she have? ]
"A basement might be a good idea," Lethe agrees, after a moment's hesitation. He needs to take kindness where he can get it, so saying no is probably a bit of a bad idea. "I'll help you make one, too. Two sets of hands are far better than one." The fireplaces being put alight definitely makes things better - Lethe takes off his coat, wincing as it drips some more. "I'll leave my cloak and armour next to the fireplaces to dry, if that's alright."
"In terms of how long I've been out in there, ah, I'll admit, it's been a few hours?" It definitely is inconvenient - it's easy to get sick with that sort of weather following him around essentially all the time. "But I'm okay, I'm used to travelling in weather that definitely isn't the most pleasant." The rain that follows him ranges from a few droplets to full-on storms, after all. He's had to have to learn how to deal with this.
A few hours– you'll catch cold like that! You just warm up, I'll have this done fast, [ Pearl insists. Already, it's broken the bed, digging up the wood and dirt underneath it as it makes a small staircase down. ]
You can sleep in this bed– I don't really sleep here, anyway. [ Since the addition of the new nest to Gem’s bridge, Pearl has been going to bed there every day. What a good motivator to get better sleep! ]
"Thank you so much for your hospitality," Lethe says, already next to one of the fireplaces, pulling out a full coat rack out of his inventory. He sets said coat onto the coat rack, making sure that it's in a position to dry well enough before sliding off his breastplate and adding it to the coat rack.
He doesn't wear really any more armour than that - he has some, of course, in his own inventory for situations in which he needs to adorn it, but traversing through the rain with more armour than necessary just means more rust trouble, so it isn't worth it.
"Is there anything I can do for you in return, ah... Oh, I don't have your name, that's rude of me," he says, pulling off his gloves as well and leaving them to dry. His other clothes, thankfully, have stayed mostly dry due to his rainproof coat. "You're going through all this trouble to give me somewhere to stay and I haven't even got your name. Is there anything I can do to pay you back, too?"
Oh, right! Pearlescent Moon, at'cher service! Just call me Pearl, though, [ Pearl calls up from the hole she's digging. She's done with the stairs and working on widening it into a room. ]
Don't worry about it– just a nice chitchat is more than reward enough for me, if you're up for it! [ It's curious to know more about who Lethe is and why he's here. ]
[ Sadly, it doesn’t have much in the way of things to furnish the basement with yet. It still attempts to do its best to spruce up the place with some glow berries for light and strategically placed stairs for shelving, before it places the bed and gives the pillow a pat to set its respawn. ]
"Pearl is a pretty name!" Lethe calls back down after her, still cozied up next to the fireplace, warming his hands. Wow, this is nice, despite it being a villager house. "And if you want to chat, I am absolutely more than happy to do so." He unties the laces on his boots before taking them off and setting them aside as well, sideways, so that the soles can dry quickly.
He really appreciates what Pearl is doing for him right now - he's not always met with the more welcome and open arms. There have been more times than he can count where he was told, well, in either nice or not-nice terms to fuck off when he'd come looking for shelter. There have been times where he's simply bunked on people's porches for the night to get out of the rain, even by a little bit, if he doesn't have the materials to build himself a hasty shack or is simply too tired to do so. So, whenever someone offers him a whole bed and interior, it's very much appreciated.
"Thank you again, for all you're doing," he adds, as soon as she returns.
Of course, of course, nobody deserves to be caught out in the rain, [ Pearl insists. She certainly hates it herself– she wouldn't wish it on anyone else. ] Follow me down when you're dry, okay?
[ It pokes its head back up the stairs. ] How did you get here, anyhow? I take it you're not on the whitelist. [ Not that it really cares, as long as he's not causing trouble. ]
Lethe laughs at her comment - nobody deserves to be caught out in the rain. How ironic, considering he is pretty consistently caught in downpours. He isn't quite dry yet, so he stays next to the fireplace, warming himself. "Thank you for your hospitality," he says, because you can never thank someone enough when they offer you up a place to stay.
"Oh, this is a private server?" He says, blinking. "Oh, I am very sorry, I had no clue. Ah, I sustained an... injury, early on in my life - it's a sort of glitch that is honestly quite harmless, if only inconvenient at occasional times.
I'm not entirely sure how it works, but it really seems that if I walk and travel through a forest for too long alone, I'm booted out of the server that I was put in and placed in the nearest one, where I'm close to civilization, no matter if it's private or not. I have... unfortunately caused quite a bit of confusion before in previous servers, but I promise I didn't come here on purpose, and I don't mean to cause a disturbance," he sheepishly smiles.
Oh! It's alright, don't worry about it. [ Pearl gets glitches of her own, though none so severe– she's had rotten ping ever since her metamorphosis and arrival on EVO. Her reaction time is abysmal. She gets it. ]
We've had people pass through before. As long as you don't try to grief anyone you'll be fine, [ it assures Lethe. ] We should probably give one of the admins a heads-up that you're here at some point... I don't wanna bother them when it's so late, though.
"Haha, I promise I have no such intentions!" He chuckles, raising his hands in playful mock-defence. However, it is good to know from Pearl that he isn't the first person to drop by. Its reassurance definitely makes him feel a little less guilty.
"But I agree, we should definitely let an admin know - maybe tomorrow, if you know where they are? I wouldn't be opposed to dropping by and paying a visit. I might need a tour guide, though," he says, eyes crinkling slightly as he smiles.
Today, the rain is only semi-heavy against his skin - wet enough that any sensible person would have pulled up their hood, but 'dry' enough that Lethe has let down his hood. It's a sharp contrast to the weather of a few nights ago when it had been pouring so hard Lethe had found refuge within a cave, but still, the rain hits the ground hard enough for there to be an audible pitter-patter. So, that's his sign to find shelter.
The time is early night, and although it's relatively early, Lethe would like to make haste for finding a place for the night. After learning that this sever seems to be populated by a handful of people, he does feel a little bit awkward by just sort of wandering door to door, but he'll take what he can get (a semi-consistent roof over his head). And, despite that he was looking for a singular roof over his head, he's found himself stumbling upon many.
A village is always good - it's a guaranteed place to stay the night, or maybe even two or three, if Lethe feels like pushing it. It's not like he's intruding on any other player's space, so he feels significantly less guilty about staying for a period of time rather than a singular night - but, unfortunately, there seems to be a handful of torches left behind. Someone might be staying here, too, and on that account, Lethe should probably ask before staying the night.
It takes a few houses of knocking, asking, and receiving nothing in response before he finds the village house being occupied. Three sharp knocks are accompanied by Lethe's polite call into the house. "I apologize if I'm intruding, but is anybody home right now?"
@lethes-mailbox
[ Pearl appreciates a good rain. Really, she does! Plants wouldn't grow, the land wouldn't be nourished, without rain. ]
[ All the same, it can't exactly work in such conditions. Even its raincoat doesn't perfectly cover its wings, so it always has to spend time drying them off afterwards, and it's just such a pain... ]
[ Thus, Pearl has been quietly drawing build plans, using her crafting table as a desk. Hearing the knock on the door, she jumps to her feet, surprised. The scent of the rain must have drowned out the scent of anyone approaching. ]
Yeah, I'm here– [ it gets a look through the door– ] who are you?
[ His hair's too pale to be anyone's she recognizes. All she can smell of him is petrichor, thick. ]
Never mind that, get in here, you're soaking wet!
Lethe lets out a sheepish chuckle as he steps inside, water immediately splattering against the wood. "I'm so sorry," he says. "I'll unfortunately be making a little bit of a mess of your floor, but I'll clean it up."
Most of his clothes are waterproof in preparation for the ever-present rain that follows him around, so most of the water that's dripping onto the floor hasn't made it into the clothes he's wearing themselves, but it's still inconvenient that the water has to run its course onto the ground.
"To answer your question, however, I'm Lethe. Just a traveller," he stands in her doorway, closing the door behind him, unsure if he's allowed to step further inside or not. "I was looking for a place to stay the night because, well, it's..." He gestures back outside. "Pouring, really. I did notice that the village was occupied, though, so I thought it was best to find the person who'd found it originally and ask if I would be allowed to stay."
Oh, yeah, sure! Don't worry about the floor, I'll get it– you don't have to go back out to another house in the village, I could fashion a bit of a basement? [ Pearl offers. Careful not to get its wings wet, it maneuvers around him, stoking the fireplaces. ]
Gosh, how long have you been out in this? [ She's already started rummaging through her inventory for supplies to offer him. Food, some copper, what else does she have? ]
"A basement might be a good idea," Lethe agrees, after a moment's hesitation. He needs to take kindness where he can get it, so saying no is probably a bit of a bad idea. "I'll help you make one, too. Two sets of hands are far better than one." The fireplaces being put alight definitely makes things better - Lethe takes off his coat, wincing as it drips some more. "I'll leave my cloak and armour next to the fireplaces to dry, if that's alright."
"In terms of how long I've been out in there, ah, I'll admit, it's been a few hours?" It definitely is inconvenient - it's easy to get sick with that sort of weather following him around essentially all the time. "But I'm okay, I'm used to travelling in weather that definitely isn't the most pleasant." The rain that follows him ranges from a few droplets to full-on storms, after all. He's had to have to learn how to deal with this.
A few hours– you'll catch cold like that! You just warm up, I'll have this done fast, [ Pearl insists. Already, it's broken the bed, digging up the wood and dirt underneath it as it makes a small staircase down. ]
You can sleep in this bed– I don't really sleep here, anyway. [ Since the addition of the new nest to Gem’s bridge, Pearl has been going to bed there every day. What a good motivator to get better sleep! ]
"Thank you so much for your hospitality," Lethe says, already next to one of the fireplaces, pulling out a full coat rack out of his inventory. He sets said coat onto the coat rack, making sure that it's in a position to dry well enough before sliding off his breastplate and adding it to the coat rack.
He doesn't wear really any more armour than that - he has some, of course, in his own inventory for situations in which he needs to adorn it, but traversing through the rain with more armour than necessary just means more rust trouble, so it isn't worth it.
"Is there anything I can do for you in return, ah... Oh, I don't have your name, that's rude of me," he says, pulling off his gloves as well and leaving them to dry. His other clothes, thankfully, have stayed mostly dry due to his rainproof coat. "You're going through all this trouble to give me somewhere to stay and I haven't even got your name. Is there anything I can do to pay you back, too?"
Oh, right! Pearlescent Moon, at'cher service! Just call me Pearl, though, [ Pearl calls up from the hole she's digging. She's done with the stairs and working on widening it into a room. ]
Don't worry about it– just a nice chitchat is more than reward enough for me, if you're up for it! [ It's curious to know more about who Lethe is and why he's here. ]
[ Sadly, it doesn’t have much in the way of things to furnish the basement with yet. It still attempts to do its best to spruce up the place with some glow berries for light and strategically placed stairs for shelving, before it places the bed and gives the pillow a pat to set its respawn. ]
"Pearl is a pretty name!" Lethe calls back down after her, still cozied up next to the fireplace, warming his hands. Wow, this is nice, despite it being a villager house. "And if you want to chat, I am absolutely more than happy to do so." He unties the laces on his boots before taking them off and setting them aside as well, sideways, so that the soles can dry quickly.
He really appreciates what Pearl is doing for him right now - he's not always met with the more welcome and open arms. There have been more times than he can count where he was told, well, in either nice or not-nice terms to fuck off when he'd come looking for shelter. There have been times where he's simply bunked on people's porches for the night to get out of the rain, even by a little bit, if he doesn't have the materials to build himself a hasty shack or is simply too tired to do so. So, whenever someone offers him a whole bed and interior, it's very much appreciated.
"Thank you again, for all you're doing," he adds, as soon as she returns.
Of course, of course, nobody deserves to be caught out in the rain, [ Pearl insists. She certainly hates it herself– she wouldn't wish it on anyone else. ] Follow me down when you're dry, okay?
[ It pokes its head back up the stairs. ] How did you get here, anyhow? I take it you're not on the whitelist. [ Not that it really cares, as long as he's not causing trouble. ]
Lethe laughs at her comment - nobody deserves to be caught out in the rain. How ironic, considering he is pretty consistently caught in downpours. He isn't quite dry yet, so he stays next to the fireplace, warming himself. "Thank you for your hospitality," he says, because you can never thank someone enough when they offer you up a place to stay.
"Oh, this is a private server?" He says, blinking. "Oh, I am very sorry, I had no clue. Ah, I sustained an... injury, early on in my life - it's a sort of glitch that is honestly quite harmless, if only inconvenient at occasional times.
I'm not entirely sure how it works, but it really seems that if I walk and travel through a forest for too long alone, I'm booted out of the server that I was put in and placed in the nearest one, where I'm close to civilization, no matter if it's private or not. I have... unfortunately caused quite a bit of confusion before in previous servers, but I promise I didn't come here on purpose, and I don't mean to cause a disturbance," he sheepishly smiles.
The rain is a pleasant drizzle, light enough that Lethe has decided to forego his hood and let his face free, and light enough that he's taken off his gloves. The bridge that he stands on is masterfully made, with pretty darker colours and a smooth texture which he drags the pads of his fingers over. The traveller stands overlooking the ocean, cloak billowing with a slight gust of wind. He can even see a few faint streams of light peeking through the clouds - a sight that is rare to him. Lethe stands in silence, simply allowing himself to drink in the sight.
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[ Gem blinks as the drizzle hits her face, scrunching up her nose. She's on her way back home from another trip to the mines, collecting more stone and other resources. Her inventory's nearly full, and she's looking forward to offloading it all into her storage. ]
[ As her bridge comes into view, she spots an unfamiliar figure standing atop it, gazing out at the horizon. ]
Hello? Can I help you?
Despite hearing her approach with a careful flick of his ears, Lethe does not turn around to greet Gem until he is spoken to first. When he is addressed, it is only then that he turns around, a pleasant smile on his face.
"Ah, hello," he says, lifting his hand off of the bridge. "No worries, no, I don't need help with anything. I'm just a traveller," Lethe explains with a shake of his head. "Are you the one who built this bridge? It's really well done," he compliments. "I was just planning on stopping here for a while before continuing on. I really am sorry if I'm intruding, or anything," he adds, with a sheepish chuckle.
Today, the rain is only semi-heavy against his skin - wet enough that any sensible person would have pulled up their hood, but 'dry' enough that Lethe has let down his hood. It's a sharp contrast to the weather of a few nights ago when it had been pouring so hard Lethe had found refuge within a cave, but still, the rain hits the ground hard enough for there to be an audible pitter-patter. So, that's his sign to find shelter.
The time is early night, and although it's relatively early, Lethe would like to make haste for finding a place for the night. After learning that this sever seems to be populated by a handful of people, he does feel a little bit awkward by just sort of wandering door to door, but he'll take what he can get (a semi-consistent roof over his head). And, despite that he was looking for a singular roof over his head, he's found himself stumbling upon many.
A village is always good - it's a guaranteed place to stay the night, or maybe even two or three, if Lethe feels like pushing it. It's not like he's intruding on any other player's space, so he feels significantly less guilty about staying for a period of time rather than a singular night - but, unfortunately, there seems to be a handful of torches left behind. Someone might be staying here, too, and on that account, Lethe should probably ask before staying the night.
It takes a few houses of knocking, asking, and receiving nothing in response before he finds the village house being occupied. Three sharp knocks are accompanied by Lethe's polite call into the house. "I apologize if I'm intruding, but is anybody home right now?"
@lethes-mailbox
[ Pearl appreciates a good rain. Really, she does! Plants wouldn't grow, the land wouldn't be nourished, without rain. ]
[ All the same, it can't exactly work in such conditions. Even its raincoat doesn't perfectly cover its wings, so it always has to spend time drying them off afterwards, and it's just such a pain... ]
[ Thus, Pearl has been quietly drawing build plans, using her crafting table as a desk. Hearing the knock on the door, she jumps to her feet, surprised. The scent of the rain must have drowned out the scent of anyone approaching. ]
Yeah, I'm here– [ it gets a look through the door– ] who are you?
[ His hair's too pale to be anyone's she recognizes. All she can smell of him is petrichor, thick. ]
Never mind that, get in here, you're soaking wet!
Lethe lets out a sheepish chuckle as he steps inside, water immediately splattering against the wood. "I'm so sorry," he says. "I'll unfortunately be making a little bit of a mess of your floor, but I'll clean it up."
Most of his clothes are waterproof in preparation for the ever-present rain that follows him around, so most of the water that's dripping onto the floor hasn't made it into the clothes he's wearing themselves, but it's still inconvenient that the water has to run its course onto the ground.
"To answer your question, however, I'm Lethe. Just a traveller," he stands in her doorway, closing the door behind him, unsure if he's allowed to step further inside or not. "I was looking for a place to stay the night because, well, it's..." He gestures back outside. "Pouring, really. I did notice that the village was occupied, though, so I thought it was best to find the person who'd found it originally and ask if I would be allowed to stay."
Oh, yeah, sure! Don't worry about the floor, I'll get it– you don't have to go back out to another house in the village, I could fashion a bit of a basement? [ Pearl offers. Careful not to get its wings wet, it maneuvers around him, stoking the fireplaces. ]
Gosh, how long have you been out in this? [ She's already started rummaging through her inventory for supplies to offer him. Food, some copper, what else does she have? ]
"A basement might be a good idea," Lethe agrees, after a moment's hesitation. He needs to take kindness where he can get it, so saying no is probably a bit of a bad idea. "I'll help you make one, too. Two sets of hands are far better than one." The fireplaces being put alight definitely makes things better - Lethe takes off his coat, wincing as it drips some more. "I'll leave my cloak and armour next to the fireplaces to dry, if that's alright."
"In terms of how long I've been out in there, ah, I'll admit, it's been a few hours?" It definitely is inconvenient - it's easy to get sick with that sort of weather following him around essentially all the time. "But I'm okay, I'm used to travelling in weather that definitely isn't the most pleasant." The rain that follows him ranges from a few droplets to full-on storms, after all. He's had to have to learn how to deal with this.
A few hours– you'll catch cold like that! You just warm up, I'll have this done fast, [ Pearl insists. Already, it's broken the bed, digging up the wood and dirt underneath it as it makes a small staircase down. ]
You can sleep in this bed– I don't really sleep here, anyway. [ Since the addition of the new nest to Gem’s bridge, Pearl has been going to bed there every day. What a good motivator to get better sleep! ]
"Thank you so much for your hospitality," Lethe says, already next to one of the fireplaces, pulling out a full coat rack out of his inventory. He sets said coat onto the coat rack, making sure that it's in a position to dry well enough before sliding off his breastplate and adding it to the coat rack.
He doesn't wear really any more armour than that - he has some, of course, in his own inventory for situations in which he needs to adorn it, but traversing through the rain with more armour than necessary just means more rust trouble, so it isn't worth it.
"Is there anything I can do for you in return, ah... Oh, I don't have your name, that's rude of me," he says, pulling off his gloves as well and leaving them to dry. His other clothes, thankfully, have stayed mostly dry due to his rainproof coat. "You're going through all this trouble to give me somewhere to stay and I haven't even got your name. Is there anything I can do to pay you back, too?"
Oh, right! Pearlescent Moon, at'cher service! Just call me Pearl, though, [ Pearl calls up from the hole she's digging. She's done with the stairs and working on widening it into a room. ]
Don't worry about it– just a nice chitchat is more than reward enough for me, if you're up for it! [ It's curious to know more about who Lethe is and why he's here. ]
[ Sadly, it doesn’t have much in the way of things to furnish the basement with yet. It still attempts to do its best to spruce up the place with some glow berries for light and strategically placed stairs for shelving, before it places the bed and gives the pillow a pat to set its respawn. ]
"Pearl is a pretty name!" Lethe calls back down after her, still cozied up next to the fireplace, warming his hands. Wow, this is nice, despite it being a villager house. "And if you want to chat, I am absolutely more than happy to do so." He unties the laces on his boots before taking them off and setting them aside as well, sideways, so that the soles can dry quickly.
He really appreciates what Pearl is doing for him right now - he's not always met with the more welcome and open arms. There have been more times than he can count where he was told, well, in either nice or not-nice terms to fuck off when he'd come looking for shelter. There have been times where he's simply bunked on people's porches for the night to get out of the rain, even by a little bit, if he doesn't have the materials to build himself a hasty shack or is simply too tired to do so. So, whenever someone offers him a whole bed and interior, it's very much appreciated.
"Thank you again, for all you're doing," he adds, as soon as she returns.
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🌀 🌊 🎀 (and 🍻 for the shiggles) from the first ask game :3
[ ask meme . ]
[ 🌀 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a recurring dream or nightmare ?
up until a few years ago, lethe used to consistently dream about his home's destruction in vivid detail. he got used to it, and as of late, they haven't been as frequent or as vivid anymore, which is a blessing in disguise. he also occasionally has nightmares of drowning (most likely connected to the constant rain).
[ 🌊 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen was the last time they cried ?
lethe could not tell you when, exactly, but he knows that he cried alone, in a forest, taking shelter under a tree, wondering why it just so happened to be him that made it out alive.
[ 🎀 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is their main love language ?
acts of service & words of affirmation! lethe is very sweet and very much enjoys verbally praising those he loves. however, being able to do things for other people (helping them with their own tasks, being able to do mundane chores) also makes him very happy because it's like, i am of use to you. you know. knight things. :)
[ 🍻 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of drunk are they ?
confident drunk! lethe isn't reserved, per say, but he is a little bit distant due to the fact that he's always travelling and doesn't always have time to form concrete bonds and relationships with other people. however, all of that goes out of the window - lethe very much has liquid confidence when it comes to alcohol and tends to be more outspoken than he is when he's sober.
Today, the rain is only semi-heavy against his skin - wet enough that any sensible person would have pulled up their hood, but 'dry' enough that Lethe has let down his hood. It's a sharp contrast to the weather of a few nights ago when it had been pouring so hard Lethe had found refuge within a cave, but still, the rain hits the ground hard enough for there to be an audible pitter-patter. So, that's his sign to find shelter.
The time is early night, and although it's relatively early, Lethe would like to make haste for finding a place for the night. After learning that this sever seems to be populated by a handful of people, he does feel a little bit awkward by just sort of wandering door to door, but he'll take what he can get (a semi-consistent roof over his head). And, despite that he was looking for a singular roof over his head, he's found himself stumbling upon many.
A village is always good - it's a guaranteed place to stay the night, or maybe even two or three, if Lethe feels like pushing it. It's not like he's intruding on any other player's space, so he feels significantly less guilty about staying for a period of time rather than a singular night - but, unfortunately, there seems to be a handful of torches left behind. Someone might be staying here, too, and on that account, Lethe should probably ask before staying the night.
It takes a few houses of knocking, asking, and receiving nothing in response before he finds the village house being occupied. Three sharp knocks are accompanied by Lethe's polite call into the house. "I apologize if I'm intruding, but is anybody home right now?"
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[ Pearl appreciates a good rain. Really, she does! Plants wouldn't grow, the land wouldn't be nourished, without rain. ]
[ All the same, it can't exactly work in such conditions. Even its raincoat doesn't perfectly cover its wings, so it always has to spend time drying them off afterwards, and it's just such a pain... ]
[ Thus, Pearl has been quietly drawing build plans, using her crafting table as a desk. Hearing the knock on the door, she jumps to her feet, surprised. The scent of the rain must have drowned out the scent of anyone approaching. ]
Yeah, I'm here– [ it gets a look through the door– ] who are you?
[ His hair's too pale to be anyone's she recognizes. All she can smell of him is petrichor, thick. ]
Never mind that, get in here, you're soaking wet!
Lethe lets out a sheepish chuckle as he steps inside, water immediately splattering against the wood. "I'm so sorry," he says. "I'll unfortunately be making a little bit of a mess of your floor, but I'll clean it up."
Most of his clothes are waterproof in preparation for the ever-present rain that follows him around, so most of the water that's dripping onto the floor hasn't made it into the clothes he's wearing themselves, but it's still inconvenient that the water has to run its course onto the ground.
"To answer your question, however, I'm Lethe. Just a traveller," he stands in her doorway, closing the door behind him, unsure if he's allowed to step further inside or not. "I was looking for a place to stay the night because, well, it's..." He gestures back outside. "Pouring, really. I did notice that the village was occupied, though, so I thought it was best to find the person who'd found it originally and ask if I would be allowed to stay."
Oh, yeah, sure! Don't worry about the floor, I'll get it– you don't have to go back out to another house in the village, I could fashion a bit of a basement? [ Pearl offers. Careful not to get its wings wet, it maneuvers around him, stoking the fireplaces. ]
Gosh, how long have you been out in this? [ She's already started rummaging through her inventory for supplies to offer him. Food, some copper, what else does she have? ]
"A basement might be a good idea," Lethe agrees, after a moment's hesitation. He needs to take kindness where he can get it, so saying no is probably a bit of a bad idea. "I'll help you make one, too. Two sets of hands are far better than one." The fireplaces being put alight definitely makes things better - Lethe takes off his coat, wincing as it drips some more. "I'll leave my cloak and armour next to the fireplaces to dry, if that's alright."
"In terms of how long I've been out in there, ah, I'll admit, it's been a few hours?" It definitely is inconvenient - it's easy to get sick with that sort of weather following him around essentially all the time. "But I'm okay, I'm used to travelling in weather that definitely isn't the most pleasant." The rain that follows him ranges from a few droplets to full-on storms, after all. He's had to have to learn how to deal with this.
A few hours– you'll catch cold like that! You just warm up, I'll have this done fast, [ Pearl insists. Already, it's broken the bed, digging up the wood and dirt underneath it as it makes a small staircase down. ]
You can sleep in this bed– I don't really sleep here, anyway. [ Since the addition of the new nest to Gem’s bridge, Pearl has been going to bed there every day. What a good motivator to get better sleep! ]
"Thank you so much for your hospitality," Lethe says, already next to one of the fireplaces, pulling out a full coat rack out of his inventory. He sets said coat onto the coat rack, making sure that it's in a position to dry well enough before sliding off his breastplate and adding it to the coat rack.
He doesn't wear really any more armour than that - he has some, of course, in his own inventory for situations in which he needs to adorn it, but traversing through the rain with more armour than necessary just means more rust trouble, so it isn't worth it.
"Is there anything I can do for you in return, ah... Oh, I don't have your name, that's rude of me," he says, pulling off his gloves as well and leaving them to dry. His other clothes, thankfully, have stayed mostly dry due to his rainproof coat. "You're going through all this trouble to give me somewhere to stay and I haven't even got your name. Is there anything I can do to pay you back, too?"
Soft OC Asks
🌹 Where in the world does your OC feel most at home? Is there any reason why? If it’s not the place they were born, where were they born? Is there a certain somebody that makes them feel at home where ever they may be? What does home mean to them?
🍄 What are your OCs favourite snacks? Their favourite comfort food which always cheers them up when they’re down? Favourite meal to make? Do they enjoy baking and cooking and are they any good in the kitchen?
🍁 Where does your OC go when they need to have some time to themself? Would they ever have their own “comfort corner” filled with all the things they like? Do they have a favourite spot outside that feels like its theirs and theirs alone?
🍂 Does your OC enjoy hugs? What do they do as a show of affection for: their friends, their family, their significant other(s) or for strangers? Over all what are they like with recieving affection from others?
🌻 What little things do they notice about people or the world around them that make them happy? What tiny little treasures do they find in the normal every day that makes the world seem a little brighter for them?
🌾 Describe your OC through the eyes of someone absolutely head-over-heels in love with them
💐 How does your OC handle being unwell or forced to rest in bed? Who cares for them and in what ways? Does your OC enjoy being doted on or are they a terrible patient? Reversed: is your OC good at taking care of others who are ill or in need?
🌿 What way does your OC show that they care without using words? What way do others show your OC that they’re cared about without using speech?
🌳 What is your OC’s favourite way to relax after a stressful day? Do they have a favourite book to curl up with? A hobby? Or do they have a nice bubble bath and have an early night to bed?
🌲 How deeply does your OC feel? Are they typically empathetic or do they have a hard time connecting with others in this way? What are they like when offering support and comfort to someone they care for?
🌺 What does your OC do to calm down when they’re scared or after a nightmare? Do they have any special comfort items or need to be reassured by a specific person? How do they handle this if they’re alone?
🌸 What are some of their favourite things and why? List as many as you can think of!
🥀 How would your OC decorate a notebook or journal? What kind of things are written in there? Could you give an example of a nice entry?
🌼 Who are this characters friends and found family? How did they meet, how long have they been friends for, could they ever be something more than just friends? What do they look for in a friend or a romantic partner?
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💫What is your favourite fact about this character and why?
☄️ Does this OC deserve better treatment from you? Do you make them suffer just a little bit too much? Be nice to them!
🌠 On a scale of 1 - 10 how Baby is your OC? BONUS when asking this question rate the OC yourself as see if the reply matches up!!
💦 If you as the writer could erase one traumatic event from this OC’s life what would it be and why?
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Today, the rain is only semi-heavy against his skin - wet enough that any sensible person would have pulled up their hood, but 'dry' enough that Lethe has let down his hood. It's a sharp contrast to the weather of a few nights ago when it had been pouring so hard Lethe had found refuge within a cave, but still, the rain hits the ground hard enough for there to be an audible pitter-patter. So, that's his sign to find shelter.
The time is early night, and although it's relatively early, Lethe would like to make haste for finding a place for the night. After learning that this sever seems to be populated by a handful of people, he does feel a little bit awkward by just sort of wandering door to door, but he'll take what he can get (a semi-consistent roof over his head). And, despite that he was looking for a singular roof over his head, he's found himself stumbling upon many.
A village is always good - it's a guaranteed place to stay the night, or maybe even two or three, if Lethe feels like pushing it. It's not like he's intruding on any other player's space, so he feels significantly less guilty about staying for a period of time rather than a singular night - but, unfortunately, there seems to be a handful of torches left behind. Someone might be staying here, too, and on that account, Lethe should probably ask before staying the night.
It takes a few houses of knocking, asking, and receiving nothing in response before he finds the village house being occupied. Three sharp knocks are accompanied by Lethe's polite call into the house. "I apologize if I'm intruding, but is anybody home right now?"
@lethes-mailbox
[ Pearl appreciates a good rain. Really, she does! Plants wouldn't grow, the land wouldn't be nourished, without rain. ]
[ All the same, it can't exactly work in such conditions. Even its raincoat doesn't perfectly cover its wings, so it always has to spend time drying them off afterwards, and it's just such a pain... ]
[ Thus, Pearl has been quietly drawing build plans, using her crafting table as a desk. Hearing the knock on the door, she jumps to her feet, surprised. The scent of the rain must have drowned out the scent of anyone approaching. ]
Yeah, I'm here– [ it gets a look through the door– ] who are you?
[ His hair's too pale to be anyone's she recognizes. All she can smell of him is petrichor, thick. ]
Never mind that, get in here, you're soaking wet!
Lethe lets out a sheepish chuckle as he steps inside, water immediately splattering against the wood. "I'm so sorry," he says. "I'll unfortunately be making a little bit of a mess of your floor, but I'll clean it up."
Most of his clothes are waterproof in preparation for the ever-present rain that follows him around, so most of the water that's dripping onto the floor hasn't made it into the clothes he's wearing themselves, but it's still inconvenient that the water has to run its course onto the ground.
"To answer your question, however, I'm Lethe. Just a traveller," he stands in her doorway, closing the door behind him, unsure if he's allowed to step further inside or not. "I was looking for a place to stay the night because, well, it's..." He gestures back outside. "Pouring, really. I did notice that the village was occupied, though, so I thought it was best to find the person who'd found it originally and ask if I would be allowed to stay."
Oh, yeah, sure! Don't worry about the floor, I'll get it– you don't have to go back out to another house in the village, I could fashion a bit of a basement? [ Pearl offers. Careful not to get its wings wet, it maneuvers around him, stoking the fireplaces. ]
Gosh, how long have you been out in this? [ She's already started rummaging through her inventory for supplies to offer him. Food, some copper, what else does she have? ]
"A basement might be a good idea," Lethe agrees, after a moment's hesitation. He needs to take kindness where he can get it, so saying no is probably a bit of a bad idea. "I'll help you make one, too. Two sets of hands are far better than one." The fireplaces being put alight definitely makes things better - Lethe takes off his coat, wincing as it drips some more. "I'll leave my cloak and armour next to the fireplaces to dry, if that's alright."
"In terms of how long I've been out in there, ah, I'll admit, it's been a few hours?" It definitely is inconvenient - it's easy to get sick with that sort of weather following him around essentially all the time. "But I'm okay, I'm used to travelling in weather that definitely isn't the most pleasant." The rain that follows him ranges from a few droplets to full-on storms, after all. He's had to have to learn how to deal with this.
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Today, the rain is only semi-heavy against his skin - wet enough that any sensible person would have pulled up their hood, but 'dry' enough that Lethe has let down his hood. It's a sharp contrast to the weather of a few nights ago when it had been pouring so hard Lethe had found refuge within a cave, but still, the rain hits the ground hard enough for there to be an audible pitter-patter. So, that's his sign to find shelter.
The time is early night, and although it's relatively early, Lethe would like to make haste for finding a place for the night. After learning that this sever seems to be populated by a handful of people, he does feel a little bit awkward by just sort of wandering door to door, but he'll take what he can get (a semi-consistent roof over his head). And, despite that he was looking for a singular roof over his head, he's found himself stumbling upon many.
A village is always good - it's a guaranteed place to stay the night, or maybe even two or three, if Lethe feels like pushing it. It's not like he's intruding on any other player's space, so he feels significantly less guilty about staying for a period of time rather than a singular night - but, unfortunately, there seems to be a handful of torches left behind. Someone might be staying here, too, and on that account, Lethe should probably ask before staying the night.
It takes a few houses of knocking, asking, and receiving nothing in response before he finds the village house being occupied. Three sharp knocks are accompanied by Lethe's polite call into the house. "I apologize if I'm intruding, but is anybody home right now?"
@lethes-mailbox
[ Pearl appreciates a good rain. Really, she does! Plants wouldn't grow, the land wouldn't be nourished, without rain. ]
[ All the same, it can't exactly work in such conditions. Even its raincoat doesn't perfectly cover its wings, so it always has to spend time drying them off afterwards, and it's just such a pain... ]
[ Thus, Pearl has been quietly drawing build plans, using her crafting table as a desk. Hearing the knock on the door, she jumps to her feet, surprised. The scent of the rain must have drowned out the scent of anyone approaching. ]
Yeah, I'm here– [ it gets a look through the door– ] who are you?
[ His hair's too pale to be anyone's she recognizes. All she can smell of him is petrichor, thick. ]
Never mind that, get in here, you're soaking wet!
Lethe lets out a sheepish chuckle as he steps inside, water immediately splattering against the wood. "I'm so sorry," he says. "I'll unfortunately be making a little bit of a mess of your floor, but I'll clean it up."
Most of his clothes are waterproof in preparation for the ever-present rain that follows him around, so most of the water that's dripping onto the floor hasn't made it into the clothes he's wearing themselves, but it's still inconvenient that the water has to run its course onto the ground.
"To answer your question, however, I'm Lethe. Just a traveller," he stands in her doorway, closing the door behind him, unsure if he's allowed to step further inside or not. "I was looking for a place to stay the night because, well, it's..." He gestures back outside. "Pouring, really. I did notice that the village was occupied, though, so I thought it was best to find the person who'd found it originally and ask if I would be allowed to stay."
