CASTLE OF GLASS / o, weekly task

[Character Graveyard.]

LUNAFREYA N.F.

✯ — take these broken wings and learn to fly

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Luna had spent most of her morning at the river, collecting every small seashell she could find and putting them in a large basket she was carrying around. When she had felt like she had found enough, she had held the handle on the basket between her jaws and flew back to The Ascendants- feathery wings flapping wildly as she did.

"Everyone, gather around for seashell necklaces!" Luna would call out as she entered the Observatory, a smile on her delicate features.

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✯ — Luna. The Ascedants. Easy. — ✯

#psychosocial.

[Margaery]

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Seashell necklaces?

Margaery certainly had an excess of necklaces at her disposal and yet, she approached anyways, figuring that she could add the piece of jewelry to the ever growing collection currently found within her bunker room. [color=#b14767]"I want a seashell necklace," She began softly, dutifully ignoring the wave of nausea and the subsequent desire to hunt that washed over her, [color=#b14767]"Is it a do-it-your-self type of ordeal?" She had never been very artistic but she supposed that she could at least try her hand at putting together something halfway presentable. Hell, perhaps she'd even give the necklace to Suiteheart. She was always a bit of a sucker for handmade gifts from Margaery.

[★ HAZEL]

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

Okay, so...Hazel would always be down for any sort of art task. Any sort. Mosaics, flower crowns, charcoal, seashells. Anything that had to do with distracting her brain or wasting time. And at this point, it didn't matter that she could connect arts and crafts back to her old life; even when she lived in her old clan, arts and crafts were something she could hide from Mother. She never got in trouble for them.

Upon hearing Luna's call, Hazel would happily trot over, seeing no con to balance the pros of this situation. Luna had seashells, and either they got to make them, or they were already made. To Hazel, that was definitely a win-win. "These are beautiful, Luna. It must've taken you a long time to collect this many." The girl commented, peering into the basket.

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

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[Character Graveyard.]

LUNAFREYA N.F.

✯ — take these broken wings and learn to fly

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The Starstruck Guardian would smile in Margaery and Hazel's direction as the both of them had approached, suddenly curious about the mention of the seashell necklaces. Luna would shake her head at Margaery's question. "No, you don't have to make them. I can do it."

The winged-female would then answer the younger female's question. "It only took me an hour-and-thirty minutes." She would remark, before answering. "Now, what colors do you both want for your necklaces?"

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✯ — Luna. The Ascedants. Easy. — ✯

#psychosocial.

[Suiteheart]

[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 530px; min-height: 9px; font-family:; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; padding: 20px"]"I hope I can get a Lunafreya original," Suiteheart purred as she came to stand with the already gathered trio. She offered each female a smile in greeting before settling down at her wife's side. Her eyes wandered to the bucket of seashells, and she was pleased to see Luna going all out for her task. Everyone was certainly trying their hardest for their weekly objectives.

Removing her baby blues from the many seashells, she asked, "Can I have a pink-colored one? Like that really soft pink color, you know? Like baby pink." Some seashells, in her opinion, produced the most beautiful shades of pink her eyes had ever seen.

[Character Graveyard.]

LUNAFREYA N.F.

✯ — take these broken wings and learn to fly

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Luna had offered a smile in Suite's direction as the other feline had approached and she spoke with an joking tone. "Come one, come all for Lunafreya's seashell necklaces. Only for a limited time."

At the female's request for a necklace with baby-pink seashells, Luna had been digging through the basket she had before pulling out a handful of soft pink seashells. A rather pretty color, she'd say. In a few moments or so, she had put the seashells on the necklace and passed it to the Deputy. "Here ya go."

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✯ — Luna. The Ascedants. Easy. — ✯

#psychosocial.

[Warringkingdoms]

  [font=trebuchet ms]A seashell necklace might be nice to add to her neck along with her scarf, and while it had apparently taken Luna a lot of time to collect the shells, it didn't seem to take very long for her to thread them onto the strings. The act of making one appeared complex, though, requiring a lot of dexterity at the very least. "Do you make these a lot? You seem to have the process down to a science," Rin commented as she walked over, eyeing the necklaces with curiosity. After a moment, she added, "And I'd like one too, please."

  /very ish post