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lifeaftr2018-08-09 08:21 pm
flower_of_innocence) wrote in lifeaftr2018-08-09 08:21 pm
oh i wish you'd open up for me
Who: Lillie and Open!
What: She's here to listen and, if your character can catch her at the right time in the right mood (fear), she may even share some of her own emotional hangups.
When: August 7th onward to the end of the event
Where: Storyteller's Temple, Enso.
Warnings: Disease, emotional clusterfuckery, flower hell, body horror, blood, etc. etc.
[True to her word, she is out there every morning, well into the late afternoon. She doesn't eat or sleep much anymore. The pain and itching keep her awake. And she's taken to sleeping on the floor - she doesn't want Luna to get sick, after all - but it compounds the issue of being tired and sore.]
[She's thought a lot about this whole possibly dying thing. She's sure others are scared, too, and she knows she's steady enough to hear them out before they...well. Before they go. Perhaps she can't cure them with medicines, perhaps she doesn't know exactly what to say to make it all alright like Luna does, but she does know how to listen. So that is what she will do. She will be the void into which others can scream and cry and tell the truth. This is all she can do.]
[Lillie sits by the edge of the mana pool with Nebby in her lap. She's easily identified by the large white hat atop her head, just as she said she'd be. If she looks flushed or exhausted it's because she's feverish and hasn't had a solid night's sleep in three days. But if you begin to approach her, the little cloud creature on her lap makes a quiet trilling noise and she looks up, forcing a smile.]
What: She's here to listen and, if your character can catch her at the right time in the right mood (fear), she may even share some of her own emotional hangups.
When: August 7th onward to the end of the event
Where: Storyteller's Temple, Enso.
Warnings: Disease, emotional clusterfuckery, flower hell, body horror, blood, etc. etc.
[True to her word, she is out there every morning, well into the late afternoon. She doesn't eat or sleep much anymore. The pain and itching keep her awake. And she's taken to sleeping on the floor - she doesn't want Luna to get sick, after all - but it compounds the issue of being tired and sore.]
[She's thought a lot about this whole possibly dying thing. She's sure others are scared, too, and she knows she's steady enough to hear them out before they...well. Before they go. Perhaps she can't cure them with medicines, perhaps she doesn't know exactly what to say to make it all alright like Luna does, but she does know how to listen. So that is what she will do. She will be the void into which others can scream and cry and tell the truth. This is all she can do.]
[Lillie sits by the edge of the mana pool with Nebby in her lap. She's easily identified by the large white hat atop her head, just as she said she'd be. If she looks flushed or exhausted it's because she's feverish and hasn't had a solid night's sleep in three days. But if you begin to approach her, the little cloud creature on her lap makes a quiet trilling noise and she looks up, forcing a smile.]