Tanabata but with ⚜ (🛋️🙏)

[ohlord]

WHO: everyone!
WHERE: the pasture
WHEN: day 22, all day

[so you're taking in the sights and sounds and smells of the fun activities and food of the festival that's going on right now. you're probably having a great time putting off all the concerns and worries and totally aren't overwhelmed or anything.

unless you are.

in which case, GOOD NEWS! another booth has opened up and it's LILY BARN offering up their ritual rites. they have put together a small sized room-like space that looks very plain on the inside, but maybe very different on the inside (illusions, man, they're great for that).

Styx is chilling against the structure waving at people as they stop by. he's even got a helper ghost sheep to hold your shit if you got things from places. it's fine.]

Comments

[endsjustified]

Your own methods involve yourself and another. Is it such a shameful thing that in reverse you would need something similar -- a sounding board, at the very least?

Someone wise once chided me for insufficient delegation, when in a situation drastically different from the norm.

[terraria]

( eyes widen. opens mouth. closes mouth. looks at charon with a look of mild pouty betrayal. looks away again. looks at him again. opens mouth like he's incensed to argue.

closes it. blushes a further red. instead he ends up mumbling: )

How dare you talk sense into me...

[endsjustified]

[at the risk of getting bopped, he does give in to the rare urge to ruffle Perci's hair a little here. sometimes one must]

Turn and turn about; that's the beauty of not working in isolation, sometimes.

[terraria]

( shuts his eyes when he ruffles his hair, adopting his bratty tone: )

If you mess up my hair like this, I'll start demanding you brush it in the morning. Hmph.

[endsjustified]

A dire punishment, for certain.

[combs out a little of what he messed up with his fingers, in apology]

[terraria]

( he tips his chin up as he combs his fingers through his hair. his wings shiver a little, pleased at the gentle touch. )

... I accept your apology. ( pleased enough that he lets out a little chirp. )

You are spared.