Seaweed, Seaweed // Shell gifts

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"Thank you," Solveig answered quietly to Rochelle as she approached, looking up with a faint smile as her paws paused in their work. She dipped her head softly as she began to mull over her desicion, nudging the bucket of shells al ittle closer. "You can never go wrong. The shells are already pre-punctured. Just find a stand you like and start beading. Every piece will be as unique and meaningful as the person who makes it, or whom they make it for," she answered softly, giving another encouraging nod before she glanced up to Jacob at his approach. "Good tidings, mister Jacob. I am Solveig. Please do join us- and you as well, mister Planecrash."

A small laugh would chime in their minds at Solveig's own laughter, nodding towards the mister Planecrash and his hesitancy, "Yes, sir. The necklaces are simple enough- the chimes you make take if you would like. I can make more for any interested." The chimes after all were a little more complicated, and many of those that had gathered seemed a little hesitant about the whole ordeal. Her smile softened as Golden approached, unable to help her gaze from sweeping over her many injuries; she already had a bad habit of sizing people up, but her heart couldn't help but ache to see little miss Golden in such a state all the time.

"I am glad, miss Goldie. You would look absolutely lovely with one. I bet your father would love a hand-made gift from you too. And your secret is safe with me, my dear." A faint wink of her violet eyes followed her words as she dipped her head, grabbing another shell to string onto the strand she was already working on.

...And then there was Caeser and his off handed comment. For a moment, she dared to pretend that she didn't see him, but after another moment, her gaze would lift calmly to his, "Shells have many uses, Officer Cipher. In my beliefs, shells are protection; they represent the water, the moon, and in part the Goddess. They can be used in divinition, rituals, potions; everything from love, purification, travel, strength; the change of the tide and in some manner, rebirth. The homes of creatures become talismans and trinkets for us... And they are also pretty, Officer Cipher." She paused to take a slight breath in, "The point in making them is whatever point you wish to make them for. For me, it is part of my beliefs, but it is also fun. For you, you may find it charming to sit for a time and decorate yourself in a vestment of your own making, one that reflects your grandeur," she continued on idly- perhaps she was laying the praise on a little thick, but somehow she had the idea that Caeser really wouldn't mind. "Mayhaps you make an earring of a string of seaglass and feathers, a way to always have a part of the Typhoon with you. Or perhaps the glass to you means the strength of the ocean in which it was created, the steadfastness of the waves and the loyalty of the tide."

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