Fresh off of exerting rubble and debris around to new positions in an attempt to reconstitute his tribe’s conditions, the broken-in recently-demoted Wendell stumbled upon a bouquet of fellow Sunhavenfolk dillydallying about. Such groups did not form naturally, and thus, his interest peaked. He absolutely adored shindigs and other get-togethers, as they were perhaps the only genre of activity he felt no shame for partaking in. On his approach, the mustelid got an eyeful of the assemblage’s intent, each of those involved succeeding the individual before them in meekly scribbling pint-sized prints unto an assortment of stones; when closer, he believed himself to have heard someone utter the phrase “wish stone”. Striking as being simple enough, the hearthkeeper persisted, and allowed himself to enter the fray of hopes and fantasies.

As callow as one may see this endeavour, not an ounce of pudency emanated from his cores whilst he gently corralled a particularly spherical rock, drawing the stone closer towards his downy torso, marker in grip. No hindrance was found in the process of brainstorming a word, and messily scrawled his word upon the price of earth’s cool surface. Unity. Something the Brit had pushed for quite a few times. His disapproval of Sunhaven’s fracas with the Ascendants had been shared with the likes of Ichigo and Atbash, and it was clearly displayed at the meaningless border skirmish they had a whiles back. Once each word finished being written, as the black-tinged marker carefully lift off the surface, clearer and clearer became the Utopia of peace between, not only the Ascendants and Sunhaven, but every dynasty and society to pester the planet. His chocolate eyes lacked the capability to recount a place and time where people weren’t harming others for a vague reason, or showering pain onto others by the orders of some heartless tyrant. There was not a given reason why tranquility ceased to exist anymore, nor was there a certain location where it could be discovered. To such a degree, Wendell wished for unity.

Finished, the marker slid across the ground towards its owner, to whom he’d nod his noggin in appreciation. With hope, it would not be long until his word could be found once more; however, judging by his new Helion’s statement at the meeting regarding the Ascendants’ relucatance to reinstate a neutrality between the groups, it became clear that peace wasn’t exactly on the horizon.

Not just yet.

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She had spent enough time wishing. She wished for a home, a family, when she was young, and then she wished that she was like all the other kids when she was finally taken in--just not in the way she had expected. She wanted freedom to roam, to play and laugh like other kids. But she was kept inside, and eventually she stopped wishing.

Then she wished for her life. She foolishly prayed to that goddess, her 'ancestor.' She prayed like it would save her, or it would save her people. But it didn't. Then she was here and she was stuck with all these people, all these animals. She never wanted any of it. Her own wishful thinking had killed her.

Now it was her chance to remake herself. It was her second chance at life. She'd be damned if she gave it all to sitting around and wishing--and yet, as she came over, looking down on Fairylights as she handed the rocks out, she couldn't find it in herself to say no. Besides, what harm would it do? She wasn't as enthusiastic as some of the others, but she would at least humor them.

"I'll take one, kid." she says, taking one of the stones from her and the marker. bUt what would she wish for? She paused, thinking, then wrote on the rock to the best of her ability. Not having hands was frustrating sometimes. Then she gave the marker back.

On the stone was messily written the word, Freedom. "character's speech."