06-08-2018, 03:20 PM
AND I'M JUST A DEAD MAN WALKING TONIGHT
Bastille knew that Luna's girls were getting close to their Fireball stage in life, but Starry had never quite clarified at what point Dwarf Stars would receive their necklaces. At birth? A few months old, when they could pick their material themselves? Just before starting their training? It wasn't like they'd ever had any Dwarf Stars before now to try things out on, which meant he was basically just... winging it. As usual, he supposed. Even the level of detail in Starry's notes couldn't help him with every random issue.
So, he stood in the Circle with that familiar draw string bag full of various strings -- ribbons, silvers, chains, vaguely ropey strings, etc. After a glance towards Sylva's fort to see if the girl was tucked away in there, he called idly, "Pele, Sylva, I have something for you." He supposed if they didn't hear his call, they'd hear someone else pass the word on.
[ [member=975]Pele N. F. I.[/member] [member=977]sylva[/member] ]
[align=center]BASTILLEPRISONER — ASTRAL SERAPH — TAGSSo, he stood in the Circle with that familiar draw string bag full of various strings -- ribbons, silvers, chains, vaguely ropey strings, etc. After a glance towards Sylva's fort to see if the girl was tucked away in there, he called idly, "Pele, Sylva, I have something for you." He supposed if they didn't hear his call, they'd hear someone else pass the word on.
[ [member=975]Pele N. F. I.[/member] [member=977]sylva[/member] ]
Honey, you're familiar, like my mirror years ago, Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on his sword, Innocence died screaming; honey, ask me, I should know, I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door. [b][sup]▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃[/sup][/b]