[lovestruck]

reserve with maybe like a fragment of rock from her home? trains dogs or smthn.. we’ll see c:

[veridian]

res! perhaps a letter of some sorts..

[ultimate writer.]

res with stone or her Phoenix quill

[s a g e.]

username;; s a g e.
name;; Safiya
gender; Female
art {optional}
their object & connection to it ; 700 words max
Safs object is a trident. This is no ordinary trident, it is the one her father gave to her for her 10th birthday, She loved it very much. See her family wasnt the richest, but only had some spare change most of the time. This trident is the one she had been wanting since she saw the movie "The little Mermaid" . She had aspired to one day become a mermaid, though she knew it wasnt possible, she could always pretend. When she got this trident it was so important to her that even though her dad has passed and shes in college now, she still has it, just as it was when her dear father had given it to her.

[Takk]

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Takk
;;name;;
Orchid Lazuli
;;gender;
Female
;;art;;
maybe res
;;their object & connection to it;;
Dreamcatcher
After a rocky start and no where to do, Orchid was sent to be raised by her distant uncle Elijah. He spoke a broken English, had few manners and didn't understand personal space. However, Orchid was drawn to him all the same by both curiosity and pity on how others likely judged him. In the end, she didn't have much choice anyway. He lived with his mate Bambi and was a very simple kalon. Lived to eat, work, fish and create.
It took a while, but she learned that her distant uncle was actually very creative despite his looks. While muscular, tall and frankly mean looking, Elijah was gentle and patient. He loved to make things, specifically what kept him afloat was his beautiful Dreamcatchers. Each one made by hand, he would weave in designs, thread beads into the perfect spot and paint white feathers himself. He preferred to make the ring out of flexible sapling branches, bone or carved wood rather than metal rings.
The string was usually wool or hair from his long tail and mane. A bit creepy she thought at first, but hair was said to be stronger than any thread when bound together. He believed the wood was better for absorbing bad luck while the hair was best at catching bad dreams. The beads, often made of healing stones like quartz, all served their own purpose. Forgiveness, stress relief, energy, healing... He weaved them with care and purpose, something Orchid saw very little of. Even some of the feathers came from birds said to hold their own luck; like a stork feather for fertility.
She began to follow him when he left to make sales, sometimes trailing a few towns over rather than continuing to sell in one spot. He'd set up his stand and wait, making new dreamcatchers until a customer arrived. With his broken English, he really did sound like some native selling tribe voodoo. Others bought it eagerly if the charms fit their needs, some were skeptical and asked about where he was from and his family. Orchid became quite interested in the mystery Elijah held behind those odd eyes, asking him to take her as an apprentice. Not sure what it meant at first, he said he would teach her all he could.
Her most treasured object is the first dreamcatcher they made together. Today, she no longer makes them with her current job bringing in more pay, but she loves it and it's memories dearly. Her feathers were taken from Bambi's pet barn owl, one of her favorite animals they'd owned. Elijah wanted her to have good luck, a bright outlook and undying will to move forward; he had chosen yellow and orange as her colors. It'd taken a lot of time, she had to redo it several times before it was perfect but all the effort was worth it. She now scares away bad dreams with memories, memories more powerful than any nightmare.

[Eiivanna]

 username;;
Eiivanna
name;;
Erin
gender;
Female
art;

their object & connection to it ;
Erin grabbed the duster and let it drag across the shelf, stirring the dust that must have been lying there for years. In all fairness, it was quite a high shelf, and Erin was not an extremely tidy person. She was revisiting this shelf because she had found an old trinket of her grandmothers, she didn't really know where to put it so the cute little shelf of memories was probably the best place for it til she thought of something. As she carefully placed the locket on the wood, something else caught her attention, the old figurine, a tiny marble horse, about the size of a particularly big cherry tomato. She scooped up the carving and felt a smile pinch at her cheeks as memories came flooding back to her.
Erin was always one to keep things, little things, to remind her of enjoyable experiences, she had the small reddish rock from her trip to the beach with childhood friends, the frayed mess of a friendship bracelet from a friend she made on a holiday in her preteens, a half heart necklace that had 'friend' etched into the painfully purple acrylic surface (her childhood best friend obviously had the other half), now of course there was the addition of her grandmothers old heart locket, there was a tattered note telling her the plans for a sleepover that she had written to herself when she was about 7, a proudly displayed train ticket from a particularly good day out, an old t shirt signed by all her childhood friends would probably have belonged on the shelf too, but there was only so much space, and lastly there was the small marble horse, a simple tourist trinket from Spain.
As Erin let herself roll onto her bed she brought the little horse up above her head, rolling it between her fingers as a warm feeling pulsed through her chest. She remembered it all, getting off the plane with her closest friend and partner in crime, it was laughable to think about how they used to call themselves the data duo because of their joint love of mathematics. She remembered the pride and sadness breaking out of her parents voices as they wished her good luck on her first proper holiday.
The only holidays that she ever genuinely enjoyed were the ones with her friends, not her family.
Erin felt a bit bad thinking about it, although the point stood. She had been so excited to get away with her best friend, their first holiday without their parents as they neared the brink of adulthood. She could remember the bright sun beating down and the hours spent inside just because of the air conditioning. Walking down the street and ducking into every second store to escape the stifling heat. She even remembered the pool, the people they bumped into, also on holiday, although their new companions had been away alone before, and found it amusing to discuss the girls inexperience. Erin remembered her first house party, technically it wasn't a house, more of an apartment but that wasn't the point. It was probably her clearest memory of them all, as she and her friends shouted items at each other as they thought of them, shoving everything into full handbags and then rushing out the door. She remembered the heat of the day fading away as the sky grew darker, as her friends bundled her onto the train and everyone looked expectantly to the one who knew about the party, who's friend of a friend was hosting it. She even had faint memories of the actual party, however they weren't really her thing, she had been happier when they went to get some food afterwards.
Erin smiled to herself and let the moment envelop her, she and her friends laughing, eating and just chatting. It gave her a chill as she realised she didn't share moments like that anymore.
She was thankful that she had experiencec it before.
Erin got off the bed and returned the small horse to the shelf, grasping the duster to return to its cupboard, she gave the little horse figurine one last smile before returning to her cleaning.
(700/700)

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The thought running through your mind right now is probably why are you still hanging on to a piece of old junk like that?

It's... a more deeper type of sentimental value, I guess you could call it.

On it is the only thing I have left to remind me of my dad.
My dad was a kind and honest type of kalon. He was always the type to simply negotiate away all his problems, or the one who everyone always cried on. He didn't come from a well off family either, but he didn't mind. He only wanted the bare essentials and if anything else came with, it was a bonus.

My dad raised me on his own. I do have a mom, but she ran away after I became a thing after a short amount of time, hell knows where she's gone off too. He didn't resent my mom. He was much more focused on me. He wanted me to be grow up the way I wanted, but also in the way that would bring me the most happiness. As a baby, I was always with him, sleeping on his back or something.

My father worked full time as teacher, but also had a soft spot for drawing, more specifically flowers. He used to spend whatever free time he had drawing striking renditions of things like lilies, cherry blossoms, forget me nots, roses, carnations, lilies-of-the-valleys, the list goes on. He also indulged my desires to watch him draw, and taught me what he could. I can remember what he told me when I first asked why he drew-


"There's always beauty, even in the dark parts of life Aoi."

My dad wasn't very good with technology, as all people two generations are. But he had a large collection of VHS tapes, both self recorded and bought,and we often watched them together. It was seeing his face when stuff he remembered from ages past that brought back happy memories that made me so happy to watch them with him.

There wasn't much trouble during my childhood and adolescence. However, I was at work, working at a movie theatre, when I received a call.

That my father had suffered from a heart attack.

I immediately told my manager and they let me off wordlessly, wishing me luck through a sad stare. I guess I didn't look too well. I felt my heart pounding in my chest as I ran like a bullet train, only thinking about the kindhearted soul who had raised me. Who had been there for me even when I never said it outright. The one kalon who I truly trusted.

When I arrived, I saw a nurse, and I immediately asked her if she knew where my father was. The answer she gave me wasn't exactly one I wanted to hear.

He had died just before I had come in.

I crumpled on the floor, like this was all a dream. The tears kept flowing, I just couldn't stop. The nurse tried her best to comfort me, but nothing was really registering.

I was too late.

I used to blame myself a lot for being late, but later I accepted the fact that it was just some rather bad timing.

I went back home, as the cliche goes, and found the house as it was the afternoon I left. On the dining table I saw a VHS tape that I had never seen before, with a blue heart on the label, nothing more, nothing less. The tab was broken too, so it couldn't be erased or rerecorded over.

Curiosity got the best of me, and I inserted in the tape into the trusty VHS player we had, still blinking 12:00 as it always did. We never bothered to change the time, even if dad knew how to. When it started up, I didn't see anything for the first 5 seconds, but when I did get visuals, my dad had faced a camera towards him, and he was smiling, albeit a bit sadly.

I cried again that night, but this time they were very happy tears. And that's why I cherish this VHS tape so much.

[ 700 / 700 ]

[VoidRinkusu]

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