[ daylight can be found at the edge of the water for most of the event, his expression both thoughtful and sorrowful as he released boat after boat after boat into the waters. as he watches them drift off into the eternal night, he begins to, of all things, sing: ]
There are loved ones in your glory. / Whose dear forms you'll soon miss. / When you leave us and end your story. / Will you leave us sorrow or bliss...?
[ daylight has a surprisingly good voice for the song he sings the whole song as he continues to release boats out into the harbor's waters, watching them eventually vanish from view with a sad yet wistful expression. ]
ii;;; takes a certain clever touch.
[ daylight, at some point, ends up helping some spirits make their boats. while initially scared because of is height and size, the spirits are quick to warm up towards day when they see he's more than happy to help them out in making their own customised boats to release into the harbour.
when daylight notices someone who isn't a spirit is nearby, he perks up and raises his servo, gesturing for them to come closer if they want.
if one does opt to get close to daylight, they might see he has a pile of boats nestled next to him besides the gaggle of spirits hovering around him. his share, apparently, and, interestingly enough, they already have names written on them: auntie laura costol. uncle leeds. mr. winters. mom and dad. erin's loved ones... ]
Need help with making some boats? It looks like it's my duty right now for these fellas so I can squeeze you in if you want.
iii;;; something to remember them by.
[ it's the near end of the festival when daylight realises something terrible.
well- it must be something terrible with how he suddenly appears by someone's side, looking panicked and nervous. especially if they're about to release a boat out in the harbour or are making a boat. ]
Hey- Sorry to ask but- Can I check the paper you're using? Is it a sketch of a woman with silver hair? Black hair? Is it? Is it?
[ daylight seems almost frantic now the more he speaks, his optics wide and blanched with fear as he tried to get a good look of the paper/the boat the person happens to be holding in their hands. ]
iv;;; wildcard!!
[ want to do something else? feel free to do it here! also, you’re welcome to hit me up/plot with me via my plurk prognostic if there’s something specific you want. ]
daylight vis lornlit. | original. | ota.
[ daylight can be found at the edge of the water for most of the event, his expression both thoughtful and sorrowful as he released boat after boat after boat into the waters. as he watches them drift off into the eternal night, he begins to, of all things, sing: ]
There are loved ones in your glory. / Whose dear forms you'll soon miss. / When you leave us and end your story. / Will you leave us sorrow or bliss...?
[ daylight has a surprisingly good voice for the song he sings the whole song as he continues to release boats out into the harbor's waters, watching them eventually vanish from view with a sad yet wistful expression. ]
ii;;; takes a certain clever touch.
[ daylight, at some point, ends up helping some spirits make their boats. while initially scared because of is height and size, the spirits are quick to warm up towards day when they see he's more than happy to help them out in making their own customised boats to release into the harbour.
when daylight notices someone who isn't a spirit is nearby, he perks up and raises his servo, gesturing for them to come closer if they want.
if one does opt to get close to daylight, they might see he has a pile of boats nestled next to him besides the gaggle of spirits hovering around him. his share, apparently, and, interestingly enough, they already have names written on them: auntie laura costol. uncle leeds. mr. winters. mom and dad. erin's loved ones... ]
Need help with making some boats? It looks like it's my duty right now for these fellas so I can squeeze you in if you want.
iii;;; something to remember them by.
[ it's the near end of the festival when daylight realises something terrible.
well- it must be something terrible with how he suddenly appears by someone's side, looking panicked and nervous. especially if they're about to release a boat out in the harbour or are making a boat. ]
Hey- Sorry to ask but- Can I check the paper you're using? Is it a sketch of a woman with silver hair? Black hair? Is it? Is it?
[ daylight seems almost frantic now the more he speaks, his optics wide and blanched with fear as he tried to get a good look of the paper/the boat the person happens to be holding in their hands. ]
iv;;; wildcard!!
[ want to do something else? feel free to do it here! also, you’re welcome to hit me up/plot with me via my plurk prognostic if there’s something specific you want. ]