Mareuer - Catch all

[sealeted]

Who: Hakuno
When: Throughout Mareur
Where: Æfenglom
What: A catchall for March
Warnings: None expected, but will edit as necessary


i.  L'Amourtentia - Early Mareuer
Let's see... all that's left is to simmer it.

[Hakuno steps back and stretches, wings fluttering open slowly in unison as she shakes off the accumulated stiffness. When she drops her arms and the pale wings relax, her expression turns a bit rueful.]

...of all the things I thought I might make here, this was never exactly on the list.


ii. crafting
[As of late, Hakuno has been filled with a certain brand of restless energy in the evenings. While in part, she had been going to bed later in order to allow the other two people she sleeps there with to have some quality time alone, she had been confronted with an odd sense of wrongness to be idle in the meantime. Always in the market for a new hobby, now that there was time and the opportunity for it, she had ventured out to a crafting store and come back with a felting kit and a beginner's guide. And since then...

Well.]

...I might have gotten a little carried away...

[The basket in her arm holds an assortment of cute little animals that piled up over the nights and weeks, which she now has to find a place for.
She brushes a finger over one of the bunnies, her expression a bit sheepish.]


iii. practice makes perfect - Late Mareuer
[It had taken her a few weeks to feel confident in her new enjoyment of her music lessons—for her to know she'd stick with it, once the novelty wore off—and to amass the funds she needed for a good, quality violin of her own, but after a bit of budgeting she comes away with her very own. She mostly does her practice outside, in less frequented parks or out of the way areas. The benefit is two-fold: one, the apartment, while nice, is a bit too small and close to the neighbors for her to feel comfortable using it there, and two, she doesn't want to hear Gilgamesh's review on her amateur hour.

So, the general public gets that honor instead. If you listen closely and care to follow it through paths or a side street—or you're just looking for shelter from the rain—you might find a lightly dressed fae carefully working her way through a simple, lilting melody—something native to hear, but alone the lines of Ode to Joy or Claire de Lune in terms of simplicity—with a look of utter focus on her features beneath a gazebo or overhang, waiting for a spring drizzle to die out.


iv. wildcard
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Comments

ii

[sneaksweet]

[He's in the market every once in a while and his gaze keeps drifting over to Hakuno's little animals. While it's not his hobby, it is one of his troupemate's.]

How many of those do you have?

ii

[integrous]

[ Did someone say cute little animals? If there's any magical phrase that could draw in Asahi, it's exactly that one. She may not exactly be the type to randomly approach strangers for no reason, but.. well, this is totally a reason, right? And a good one! How could Asahi ignore those adorable things in that basket?

So before Hakuno probably even knows it, there's suddenly a girl right next to her, leaning down at the basket and downright cooing at its content. ]

Wow, they're so adorable..!

the most popular prompt in town, ii

[foundfamilies]

[Leslie doesn't immediately notice the contents of the basket. Even she's not short enough that she wouldn't be able to see inside the basket, but she hears the voice of her friend first, and that is what is most important to her.]

Hakunon!

[After calling out, she waves for a moment before quickly walking closer.]

What did you get carried away with?

another ii

[trusttheshovel]

[Cute little animals! Kurumi may be a tough jock, but she likes cute things, too. So, once her eyes meet those little critters in the basket, she practically zooms right towards Hakuno and leaning down at the basket, eyes sparkling.]

Those are cute!

crafting!

[usurpers]

[ eren . . . just got out of a craft store as well. the craft store. today, he’s got another massive canvas being carried under his arm, on once side. the other arm holds a new bucket of a witch’s test products when it came to enchanting tools. eren, himself, looks like a war zone. his scales are caked with paint from head to toe to some in his hair. his arm wings, especially, seem to be the most tainted. if he doesn’t have to stop for the fae smell, he does have to stop for hakuno.

what’re those¿?¿ dolls—! ]

You made these?

[ he goes to pick up one of the felt rabbits himself, to get a better look as curiosity asks of him— but more that midway through, it dawns on him that he’s a complete mess of paint, especially his hands. retreating them once he’s changed his mind, but naturally pretending that he hadn’t, he rubs the spot just between his nose and lips to catch an itch.

he ends up swearing a multicolored mustache on himself. ]

III

[long_live_the_queen]

[Kaede's thoughts tended to stray, in the rain. Especially given recent...events, the ones she'd been responsible for. The Chimera began to follow the sound of the notes subconsciously at first, her tufted ears perking up as she turned a corner.

Had this been another, less drizzly day, the Chimera would have been content to listen without being seen. She'd done that countless times before. But the seams of this cloak had started to leak, and...more than that, that itch in the back of her mind drew her to seek people out. The red-feathered Monster followed the sound of the music through the windy paths to its source seated under a gazebo.

She doesn't say anything to interrupt--or introduce herself, as she pads quietly under the roof. Kaede watches the Fae intently from under the brim of her hood, water dripping slowly from her exposed antlers.

Definitely not a jumpscare waiting to happen.]