From the shadows a little girl in purple steps out carrying a basket filled with berries and baked goods. She shuffles over to the Scrype of chance and lightly tugs on her pant leg before offering the basket to her with a smile
"Excuse me, You are Miss Haya correct? I'm Freyja, Juno's daughter. I wanted to stop by and say hello!" She says with a smile. "I also came to ask you a question on behalf of my mother if I may. During the holidays do you decorate your boat at all? Such as with small ornaments or garland? Or whatever decorations that are associated with your respected holiday? Or do you not decorate at all?"
(Hi friend! wanted fejya to interact with Haya I hope you don't mind! Happy holidays! ---Misty @junoscrybeofshadows )
(Hi friends! I don’t mind at all!!)
The boat had been docked at the wilting and barren edge of the fourth finger for some time, the somewhat plucky Scrybe of the Dead having permitted her to stay for a while as she made her ship sea-worthy for the winter. She was very late, she should’ve done this months ago but she was busy with the Sommarcrest gathering, now she was in a tussle to work this out before the fated solstice.
Perking up slightly as she heard a voice, Haya’s ear flicked softly to the side before she sat up and emerged from underneath the players table with a head cocked to the side slightly. She looked so much like her mothers-… it wasn’t hard to identify her at all, to which Haya smiled kindly before chuckling and allowing her tail to swish silently around the both of them.
“Hello to you as well, little one.”
Haya chimed with a sort of rumble in her throat as she brushed away the several tiny mushroom beings puttering around at their feet as she gingerly collected the basket from the child.
“I do decorate, I celebrate Yuletide. Usually this is a bit more… extravagant. Have a simmer pot of cinnamon, perhaps the peals of a fresh cut orange. That and the light of the candles from my altar on the back counter, but I’m afraid I’ve had little time to manage it this year. I did manage to pry my pine garland from my husband though, so that will probably decorate the sides by the time I set off again. Next year, when Kirsi is old enough to leave with me to the Aisles, I’ll teach her to make diamonds with her hands and coal.”
The eyeless beast turned to the counter to gesture loosely to her altar before baking her wings out just slightly as she stretched her back. Turning back to let her sigils focus on the small child before her, the mushrooms beginning to climb her clothing-… she smiled again before offering an extended hand.
“Maybe I could show you, too, sometimes.”