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WHEN WE WERE YOUNG / o, weekly task - Character Graveyard. - 05-12-2018

LUNAFREYA N.F.
✯ — take these broken wings and learn to fly
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Luna had been a few days late doing her weekly task but that was alright. She had been tired this week and for most of it she had slept in. Thankfully- Luna was feeling better so she had wandered around the fields, catching a rather small amount of birds and she began to pluck all of the feathers from their bodies.

Then she had gone to a small patch of wildflowers and she picked them, before she had headed back to the Complex. "I'm making flower crowns and other accessories if anyone wants one!" Came her sudden call.
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✯ — Luna. The Ascedants. Easy. — ✯
#psychosocial.



Re: WHEN WE WERE YOUNG / o, weekly task - BASTILLEPAW - 05-12-2018

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Yeah, flower crowns weren't exactly his style. It was Luna, though, and he actually liked his mentor, so he supposed he could at least come hang out with her and watch others fuck around with the flowers. With an idle yawn, the bengal headed over to her and offered a nod in greeting, eyeing the stacks of various shit with little interest. "Interesting set-up," he drawled, settling beside her, [b]"I think I'll watch."


Re: WHEN WE WERE YOUNG / o, weekly task - Margaery - 05-12-2018

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While they might not have been Bastillepaw's style, they certainly were Margaery's.

Things had been... rough, lately. The destruction of her garden had brought with it an untimely illness in her lungs and, on top of that, she and Suiteheart were experiencing a bit of trouble in paradise. This, she decided, would be an excellent distraction from her worries. [color=#b14767]"I want one," She announced upon arrival, halting besides Bastillepaw. Margaery had always been more comfortable surrounded by flowers and nature than even people sometimes. It had been such a long time since she had worn a flower crown too. The more child-like part of her was excited... immensely so.