[It really is beautiful out here, isn't it? And the sendoff, like little paper lanterns down a river, is one that resonates strongly with him. Sure, he does as he often chooses to do and hangs back for a while, watching the others. Seeing who participates and who doesn't.
But it doesn't take long before he's drawn to the pile of craft supplies. He selects a few in colors he lies and sits himself down by the water with the lantern at his side.
There's a problem, though - as you might find when you hear the hiss of air through his teeth. He was trying to cut paper but now there's blood splattered across the sail and his thumb is in his mouth. Ow. Clumsy idiot.]
Do you happen to have a bandage?
2.
[Rosinante settles for two boats. Simple, maybe a little misfolded, for he never cared much for art or origami except those made by other people. In each he places a glowing stone, sets them in the water, shoos off a curious spirit who sniffs too close. Pauses, seemingly unsure if he wants to let go of them or not.]
3.
[But that's done. He's sent his wishes out into the darkness and now sits on the shore, knees tucked to his chest and arms around them. Nothing to do but watch and mourn -
Until one of the spirits, a chunky little thing with stubby legs and useless, stubby wings, piles onto his shoulders from behind and grabs his hat in its teeth. Before he can grab back, it bolts, panting, toward the pile of crafts, and Rosinante quickly staggers to his feet, slips, and falls belly-down on the sand and pebbles.]
Shit - help me chase that thing down!
[Whoever you are. It looks to be headed for the pile of crafts and probably either wants to use his hat to make something of its own, or maybe is just trying to lead him back to build more boats but damnit, his hat!]
Rosinante | OTA
[It really is beautiful out here, isn't it? And the sendoff, like little paper lanterns down a river, is one that resonates strongly with him. Sure, he does as he often chooses to do and hangs back for a while, watching the others. Seeing who participates and who doesn't.
But it doesn't take long before he's drawn to the pile of craft supplies. He selects a few in colors he lies and sits himself down by the water with the lantern at his side.
There's a problem, though - as you might find when you hear the hiss of air through his teeth. He was trying to cut paper but now there's blood splattered across the sail and his thumb is in his mouth. Ow. Clumsy idiot.]
Do you happen to have a bandage?
2.
[Rosinante settles for two boats. Simple, maybe a little misfolded, for he never cared much for art or origami except those made by other people. In each he places a glowing stone, sets them in the water, shoos off a curious spirit who sniffs too close. Pauses, seemingly unsure if he wants to let go of them or not.]
3.
[But that's done. He's sent his wishes out into the darkness and now sits on the shore, knees tucked to his chest and arms around them. Nothing to do but watch and mourn -
Until one of the spirits, a chunky little thing with stubby legs and useless, stubby wings, piles onto his shoulders from behind and grabs his hat in its teeth. Before he can grab back, it bolts, panting, toward the pile of crafts, and Rosinante quickly staggers to his feet, slips, and falls belly-down on the sand and pebbles.]
Shit - help me chase that thing down!
[Whoever you are. It looks to be headed for the pile of crafts and probably either wants to use his hat to make something of its own, or maybe is just trying to lead him back to build more boats but damnit, his hat!]