Rutherford wrote:DAY 1: Introduce yourself!
Username: Makoto Kino
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Youngsters? The elderly lambie chuckles, carefully settling himself down by the fire as Rutherford speaks, and listening as the others introduce themselves in turn. It's a true delight, warms his heart to see so many gathered all cheery and bright, that he nearly forgets to speak for a while! Eventually though, when there's a bit of a lull, he nods to Rutherford.
"Folks us'ally call me Grampa, or somethin' around that. Astrophel's just fine to, if you'd prefer," he says in a warm, low voice. He takes a small sip of cocoa, adjusting his glasses. "My hobbies- well, hobby- my passion, really, is stargazing; reckon I've charted barely a fraction of what's shinin' on above here, but it means I get t'do this a long, long while. Favorite color? Well, that'd be this here-" he lifts the edge of his cape, gesturing to a patch of deep, midnight blue, in between a scattering of stars that almost seem to glow. "Pleasure to meet you, all of you."
Rutherford wrote:Where do you come from?:
Username: Makoto Kino
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Astrophel nibbles at a cookie, his star-bright eyes distant, a small, sad smile playing on his face as the question is asked. "Ah... beautiful little town- you say you're from Castellina? So was- am- I. Tiny little village it was, barely more than a dozen or so families, I think. Not much, just a few homes and farms... but the
sky!" His voice catches, and he shakes his head. "Soft as velvet on a clear night, sparkling like winter's first frost on the lake, far as you could see and farther than you could imagine. Oldest'n first memory I have, is staring up at that sky when I was just a little lambaby, wondering how far it went, and wondering if I could go'n catch the one that seemed to fall just over the horizon."
Rutherford wrote:What are your holiday traditions or memories?: --
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"Ah... holidays, holidays..." Astrophel hums to himself, closing his eyes- and it almost seems like he's slipped into a nap, when they open, shining bright. "Well, winter holidays, I'm assumin'? We were a little village, so it wasn't much- but we'd all pool together what wasn't gonna last past the solstice, everyone takin' turns in ol' Gray's kitchen- she had a passion for cookery, so hers was the best- makin' some dish. Everyone made
something, even the tiniest little ones got their paws or hooves in some dough for a moment, so they helped out proper, right? Then we'd set up a grand old feast in whatever barn was the clearest, every one of us would pile on in and eat ourselves silly on the longest night. No matter how cold it got, no matter how sick we got, if we lost our fires or crops or anything- we were
there, and we'd stay there, always, some little piece of our hearts and spirits." He sighs, removing his glasses and wiping his eyes, quickly. "Even when I went off to pursue my dreams... every solstice, I'd get my pupils together, some of my colleagues if I could convince 'em, and we'd all pitch in and make a little something and share a meal together; and even now, I still always try'n make a little something, and find someone to share it with." He pauses, sighing softly. "And make a toast to everyone who couldn't make it, if y'get my meanin'."