[She had silently followed the group down to the docks and the lake. The mood was somber so Xayah kept silent most of the time. Her feather cloak covered her left side and front, hiding the lantern hanging to one of many belts at her waist, and she watched with rapt attention as Rastus enchanted many stones. Gratefully, she accepted several from him and then found a spot to sit down and fold the boats. She had a company of one of the spirits she met at the party, a shy and bashful one, that keeps wearing bag over the head. The spirit is currently hiding underneath her cloak, peeking out to grab paper from time to time, and then disappearing again.
When she spots a person standing nearby, eyeing a free place to sit, Xayah gives them a short look, then focuses back on folding the paper boat, her fingers twisting and spinning the paper skillfully, entwining it with some of the vines she picked in the forest.]
You can sit down, it's free. [She finally speaks up, her feather ears twitching.] She won't hurt you, [Xayah nods at the blob underneath her cape.] She's too shy to even chat.
B. September 7th
[Xayah wasn't especially close to anyone that had disappeared during the incident, but that doesn't mean she didn't feel bad. Well- she mostly felt bad for the spirits, really. They were being manipulated by the Keeper, and as someone who had witnessed a lot of manipulation and strings of shadows in her life, it hit her. She was so happy that her little friend wasn't hurt in the battle.
Together, they step close to the water and let a few boats go. The spirit is doing it ever so carefully, stopping to think for a moment, before sending another. Xayah sends three boats- one for the people, one for the forest spirits and one for... someone who isn't even here. Her prayer goes that he never appears here. This place doesn't deserve his light.
When she stands she feels someone standing behind her. Right, there are more people waiting to let boats go.]
All yours, [she says quietly, turning around and stepping aside.]
C. September 8th
[Xayah continues spending time by the docks. One can easily catch her walking around and just watching the scene of floating, small lights on the lake. Her eyes would drift to the Lighthouse from time to time and an unreadable expression would cover her face.
She'd then return to the tree and sit underneath it, listening to the cicadas and crickets. It actually does feel like a forest. It almost makes he tear up. (If there was light, maybe you even could see it). She's toying with few golden feathers that came here with her, belonging entirely to someone else. She can sense their magic within them. It's something that kept her sane around here.
When she hears footsteps, she hastily returns them under her cowl and cape, pretending she wasn't doing anything. Fiddling with the edges of her hair, her eyes glance back and forth between the lake and person that just arrived.]
Nice night. [...] There's song in the air. [Crickets. She means crickets. Wow. Way to make things awkward, Xayah.]
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[She had silently followed the group down to the docks and the lake. The mood was somber so Xayah kept silent most of the time. Her feather cloak covered her left side and front, hiding the lantern hanging to one of many belts at her waist, and she watched with rapt attention as Rastus enchanted many stones. Gratefully, she accepted several from him and then found a spot to sit down and fold the boats. She had a company of one of the spirits she met at the party, a shy and bashful one, that keeps wearing bag over the head. The spirit is currently hiding underneath her cloak, peeking out to grab paper from time to time, and then disappearing again.
When she spots a person standing nearby, eyeing a free place to sit, Xayah gives them a short look, then focuses back on folding the paper boat, her fingers twisting and spinning the paper skillfully, entwining it with some of the vines she picked in the forest.]
You can sit down, it's free. [She finally speaks up, her feather ears twitching.] She won't hurt you, [Xayah nods at the blob underneath her cape.] She's too shy to even chat.
B. September 7th
[Xayah wasn't especially close to anyone that had disappeared during the incident, but that doesn't mean she didn't feel bad. Well- she mostly felt bad for the spirits, really. They were being manipulated by the Keeper, and as someone who had witnessed a lot of manipulation and strings of shadows in her life, it hit her. She was so happy that her little friend wasn't hurt in the battle.
Together, they step close to the water and let a few boats go. The spirit is doing it ever so carefully, stopping to think for a moment, before sending another. Xayah sends three boats- one for the people, one for the forest spirits and one for... someone who isn't even here. Her prayer goes that he never appears here. This place doesn't deserve his light.
When she stands she feels someone standing behind her. Right, there are more people waiting to let boats go.]
All yours, [she says quietly, turning around and stepping aside.]
C. September 8th
[Xayah continues spending time by the docks. One can easily catch her walking around and just watching the scene of floating, small lights on the lake. Her eyes would drift to the Lighthouse from time to time and an unreadable expression would cover her face.
She'd then return to the tree and sit underneath it, listening to the cicadas and crickets. It actually does feel like a forest. It almost makes he tear up. (If there was light, maybe you even could see it). She's toying with few golden feathers that came here with her, belonging entirely to someone else. She can sense their magic within them. It's something that kept her sane around here.
When she hears footsteps, she hastily returns them under her cowl and cape, pretending she wasn't doing anything. Fiddling with the edges of her hair, her eyes glance back and forth between the lake and person that just arrived.]
Nice night. [...] There's song in the air. [Crickets. She means crickets. Wow. Way to make things awkward, Xayah.]
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