Bright Lights || Wish Stones

[Fairylights]

―――― While Fairy had to admit things were looking a little grim lately, what with the rubble that was Sunhaven and the mass clean up they had to do, to discovering that she had an uncle that didn't know about her existance, her last living relative that she was now more than required to listen to at all times because  he was the leader, her dead parents, and, well, just about everything else. Yet, despite all that, she was trying to ensure that it wasn't going to dampen her spirits. It was hard to not linger in the past, yet she knew that she had to start accepting it and looking ahead. Her parents would have wanted that for her, and what was more, if her uncle really was here, and really was leading them, she'd have to do her part now too. Because he was family. While she spent much of her mornings helping to clean up the rubble and the rabble from the floods in Sunhaven, her eyes had become caught on some of the smooth, nicely polished rocks (or perhaps small stones), that had been upturned by the flood waters. It made her linger on something that her mother had once done as an afternoon craft.

It was then that Fairy's task of cleaning up had turned more into a wide rock collection. While she was mindful, of course, she soon had a small area of clean, little polished stones at her disposal, and some fine-tipped paint pens she had found in a random drawer of her house. Wish stones, while they could sometimes be considered the rocks with the white stripe around them that you made a wish on, could also be like these; small stones that you wrote a wish, a hope, or something you needed to remind yourself of, a hope for the future, that sort of thing, that you then carried with you, or kept in your house as a wish that it would come true. And as it was, they could all use a bit of cheering up. Yet for a while she still found herself lingering upon her own, a small, smooth white stone in her palm and a blue paint-pen in the other. What more could she wish for? What was most important? Strength. Love, too, but strength, at the present moment, was what she needed most.

"Everyone!" she called, trying to make her little voice carry as far as it could- which still wasn't very far. "Come take a break and make a wish stone, write down something you hope for, wish for, need a reminder of, or whatever, and take a bit of luck with you into the future."

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