@im-with-stoopid pets
(Hold on we're having a moment here this is very important ame what time of day is it)
(Hold on we're having a moment here this is very important ame what time of day is it)
(Uh)
Juni: looks up, squints, and looks back down, hissing in pain
Alex: Notices Juni in pain, and walks up to her. He crouches down a couple feet away from her. “You alright?” He knows she isn’t.
(please say noon please say noon please say noon please say noon this is crucial)
Juni: shakes her head and closes her eyes, grumbling
(Ok ok noon it is friend-)
Juni: shakes her head and closes her eyes, grumbling
Alex: “..may I help you?”
(heck yeah)
Juni: shakes her head and closes her eyes, grumbling
Alex: “..may I help you?”
Juni: nods
Naveil: sits down, looking up to the sky "The daystar here is so much warmer than it is at home. It makes me think of… better times." He looks as though he, too, is remembering something… or someone?
Nathaniel: He's quiet, the buttercup nestles deeper in his hair. He can't help but think how his sister might like this place. He purses his lips. "It's called a sun." He kneels down and picks more butter cups, placing them in his hair. "It's supposed to be warm. How else would be live?" Some of his snarky attitude escapes, but his eyes are glazed over and buttercups populate his hair.
Juni: nods
Alex: He sets down a couple small, glowing light crystals on the ground. He closes his eyes and white glowing patterns emit from the crystals. They swirl in the air before they circle around Juni’s head. Within a few seconds, they settle around the area of her pain. “I hope that helped, at least a bit.”
Tseth: Watching everything from the end of the clearing, leaning against a tree.
Alex: He sets down a couple small, glowing light crystals on the ground. He closes his eyes and white glowing patterns emit from the crystals. They swirl in the air before they circle around Juni’s head. Within a few seconds, they settle around the area of her pain. “I hope that helped, at least a bit.”
Tseth: Watching everything from the end of the clearing, leaning against a tree.
Juni: slowly opens her eyes, shaking her head a bit “thanks…”
Nathaniel: He's quiet, the buttercup nestles deeper in his hair. He can't help but think how his sister might like this place. He purses his lips. "It's called a sun." He kneels down and picks more butter cups, placing them in his hair. "It's supposed to be warm. How else would be live?" Some of his snarky attitude escapes, but his eyes are glazed over and buttercups populate his hair.
Naveil: frowns a bit, hunches "It… used to be like that. But the Everchill came. The daystar… the sun gave up on us. We only see it every… whenever it feels like."
Juni: slowly opens her eyes, shaking her head a bit “thanks…”
Alex: He looks relieved “No problem. I wasn’t really sure if it would.. work, on whatever you are. But I’m glad it did.”
Naveil: frowns a bit, hunches "It… used to be like that. But the Everchill came. The daystar… the sun gave up on us. We only see it every… whenever it feels like."
Nathaniel: He stays quiet. Somehow, he's having a conversation with someone. Conversation is an interesting thing. "Do you ever wish things could go back to the way they were? To be released from the pain and grief?" He's giving away too much. "Forget I said anything." He gets up and goes to scout out another patch of buttercups.
(Hey guys I think I might execute another one if my ideas now, get ready for a tiny menace to join the group lolll)
(Hell yeah)
(Wheeze— well u already know what the tiny menace is, Liz)
(W e l l)
(Still hell yeah)
(Well?)
(Nevermind)
a tiny dragon skitters down the tree that Tseth is leaning against and starts chittering at him
a tiny dragon skitters down the tree that Tseth is leaning against and starts chittering at him
Tseth: Looks at the little dragon “Well, hello there. Didn’t expect to see something like you here.” He offers the dragon his hand to climb on.
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