I'VE GOT A SUNSET IN MY VEINS ; wkly task, seaglass collecting, open

[div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 530px; min-height: 9px; font-family:; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; padding: 20px"]The task Starry had given Suite was honestly really fucking cool. As soon as he had bestowed this job upon her, she had lit up. Crafting - and making something beautiful out of things no one truly wanted - was brilliant, in her mind. What was it called? Up-cycling? Wasn't that it? Well, regardless of what the word was, it made her happy to know she was going to be making something cool.

Taking Starrynight's advice, the polar bear had grabbed the bucket from near the Planetarium. It was large enough to carry a ton of seaglass, which was absolutely perfect since she was going all-out. She had also uncovered a few more buckets in a disheveled supply room inside the Observatory, and she carried as many as she could down toward Pebble Coast.

"Hey, Ascendants!" she called, having trekked all the way back to the Observatory. Her voice now rang throughout the Grand Cirlce. "I'm collecting seaglass and stuff like that down at Pebble Coast. Once we get enough, I'll have another thread where we make them into mosaics. Use as much or as little color as you want; it's your design. Make it how you like it. It'll look awesome no matter what. The Observatory is great, but it could use some cool decorations. Anyhow, if you're interested, meet me at on the beach in 20." That would be enough time, wouldn't it? "Buckets are down there already, so don't worry about finding one. Catch ya there."

Without waiting for anyone, the polar bear turned around and marched back towards the sea. She had a task to complete. And nothing would stop her.

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He did say he would be interested in tagging along with her, right? Well, not aloud, but it was his intention nonetheless. When Suite called out, his ear twitched. He hastily scraped the papers with written plans on them together, tucking them near the foot of his swivel chair before slipping out of the control room and shutting it behind him. His paws swiftly carried him across the room and out the door. It wasn't long before he was scrambling down the rocky pile and onto the shore.

Hurrying over to the bright white polar bear, the Seraph scooped up one of her kindly laid out buckets before he began his own search. Glass wasn't super common along the shore, but it wasn't hard to find if you knew how and where to look. He was mostly finding clear and brown colored glass, though. It wouldn't be hard to bet that Suite was the reason behind that.

Weird shaped stones, ranging from rounded triangle-like ones to ovular ones, eventually found their way into his pail. Starrynight maneuvered them so that they sat at the bottom, keeping the glass out of the danger of breaking and becoming jagged. He even found a conch shell at one point, which he announced excitedly, waving it in the air for others to see. It too went into the pail.

When the bucket was half-full, carrying it began to hurt his neck. He carefully held it off the ground to prevent it from bumping or smacking against any stones or boulders he passed. The horned cat made his way back to the initial meeting spot, gratefully setting his findings down and sitting on the shore. He was very obviously pleased with himself. The dorky grin on his face only faltered when he thought about having to carry it all the way back to the observatory. Ugh.

ATTACK IN BOLD #876494 - TAGS

★ WHEN MY HEART IS MADE FROM GOLD AND FORGIVENESS SEEMS TOO BOLD

Okay, in all honesty, for all the time Hazel had spent locked in her room while she still lived with her old clan, she had to occupy her time with something. So she started collecting little trinkets and pieces of junk from all over the village: bottles, glass, string, wire, beads, paper, and pebbles all made it into her room at one point or another. She would spend most of her time making pieces of jewelry or art with them, and quickly became a wonderful pastime and hobby.

So yes, when she heard Suite’s call, it wasn’t long before Hazel showed up with a grin, plastic bucket dangling from her mouth and an excited sort of light in her eyes. A flicker of surprise rose in her expression as she noticed Bastille, as she wasn’t really expecting to find him here. It didn’t come as too much of a surprise, though, seeing as he was usually wherever Suiteheart was. Still, it made her happy, for some inexplicable reason. It was probably because he didn’t look quite so upset and overcast (literally).

“This was a great idea.” Hazel purred, talking to both Starry and Suite. Really, it felt special. She could finally take a piece of home that she enjoyed with her.

Hazel immersed herself in her task immediately, tail twitching in her concentration and a quiet hum dancing on her lips. From experience, she knew that green, white, and brown pieces of sea glass were the most common. She’d encountered many of them so far, but only took a certain amount before she began searching for the less common types: teal, turquoise, red, orange, and yellow. Hazel had a particular fondness for yellow, even if the chances were one in ten thousand. It glittered a bit like gold.

A trill of delight escaped her throat as she found small pieces of yellow and orange a little further down the shoreline. She was careful in setting them in the bucket, trying not to break them. She returned to her search, but found no more yellow pieces. However, she happened across some more blue and a purple, and that seemed like plenty enough to satisfy her.

On her way back, Hazel collected seashells, taking extra care with her favorites: the fan shaped ones, lined with perfect little ridges on the back and iridescent colors along the smooth inside. Once she reached Suite and the others, she was struggling to carry her bucket, her jaw aching. It wasn’t very far to the Observatory, though, and Hazel was more than content to make the sacrifice of a sore neck for the amount of things she had collected.

She shared a similar dorky smile with Starry as she set it down, turning her golden gaze to Suiteheart. “What are we making with these, again?” She asked.

★ — hazel — "speech" — seven months — the ascendants — tags — ★
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