#lordcommandress

Rea likes many things—dogs and cats, stories, tinkering with magecrafts, rich foods...

But not the tavern, not really. It’s fine, it’s good, from the ambience to the food, but... it’s a social place, where friends gather. Where friends converse and friends have fun and friends have... friends.

But the food is good, if Rea cooked her own meals she’d never eat, and she’s long mastered the art of picking the unoccupied corners and burying her nose in her work and ignoring those around her like they’ve always done the same and—

Rea starts when she realizes she’s been spoken to, feels her face start to burn with embarrassment, and lifts her head out of her assorted scribbles to look just past the woman’s own ear (better to feign eye contact when she doesn’t feel up to it, after all).

       even without the task, kotone would go get berries for altair if he asked. her busy body nature may play a part in it, though the reality of it is was her like of kids. being incredibly fond as she was, she’d venture out into the cold for him for even more than three baskets of berries... except, she couldn’t carry more than one in this cold. seems most of her body’s energy went to keeping warm instead. 

    regardless, she was surprised to find someone else within the silvermoss forest. ‘everyone’s busy!’ was altair’s complaint, wasn’t it? perhaps she found someone to partner with?

you absolutely can!

your reserve on catra has been extended until january 26th! 

and you better be taking it easy, alright?

For a festival, there was an awful lot of work to be done. Nothing, though, could be more comforting to Ophilia. It reminded her of her home -- of the church, of the abundance of effort that went into making each ceremony happen, however joyous the occasions were. If joy came about through hard work, then it made it only more joyous. That was how Ophilia was raised -- how she found herself at peace, even here in the snow.

As the day gets later and the crowds thin out, 9S finally broaches the fire. It isn’t something they see often, aside from in explosions that fizzle and go out as quickly as they arrive. Warmth isn’t something an android needs, at least not out here. Machines, too... cold at the core, and little more -- beings that are one and the same.

Such a controlled fire, then, the flickering and crackling of the flames as they climb high into the sky, brings to mind archives he has read. Fire was the source of life for humanity, the birth of civilisation, evoked in many legends and myths no matter what the culture of origin. Humans stole fire from the gods, and brought life to their world. Birds made of flames burnt up and were reborn from the ashes. Birth. Fire belonged to those who lived. Him least of all.

Hilda’s steps were muffled by the blanket of snow covering the ground. The village had settled itself in quite the right spot, it looked like. They were next to natural resources that would help them survive, and it explained the proximity to the cave. It was a blessing, if the tradition of the rekindling was to be held each year, as the amount of fuel required was quite high, including this so-called seething moss.

The witch decided to go to this place by herself at first. Perhaps it was a little riskier than cutting down trees, so she thought she would be better suited than regular residents— even if she lacked any sort of powers.

It had been a pleasant surprise when she met someone else who wanted to come along. Not someone the other residents seemed to know— probably a newcomer like herself.

She’d collected an awful lot of wood since the beginning of the festival, but it seemed even that had its limits. The more travelled the paths to the forest became, the darker the lanterns lighting the way grew -- until they seemed to flicker out altogether. A little uneasy in the dark, Popo resigns to setting out with the small lantern recommended to her by one villager who had seen her coming and going, advising she take a break to stop to eat, or light the lanterns.

perhaps she and adora will be reunited in the wasteland...

catra is reserved for you until january 19th!