[flower dance]

[pieta_au_lait]

[outside the Chapel at sunset, Robin is setting out a very large circle of picked flowers on the ground; once her work is done, she steps back to survey the design -- and suddenly, the wind picks up, and flower petals all burst into the air, floating around in a hazy dance and probably landing in your hair.]

... pretty.

((Derping out for the

Comments

[moralfixation]

Ah...

[moralfixation]

Is it common back in your world?

[pieta_au_lait]

The Craft is, but fire isn't. As far as I know, I'm the only one with it.

[moralfixation]

...is it secret then?

[pieta_au_lait]

Back home, yes.

[moralfixation]

I see. I can understand, but that's still tough.

[pieta_au_lait]

[smiles]

It's alright. I do alright here, and back home I still have people supporting me.

[moralfixation]

That is good to hear. That is one of the nice things about this place. It really is like a vacation.

[pieta_au_lait]

It gives me time to contemplate.

[moralfixation]

....oh?

[pieta_au_lait]

Yes.

[moralfixation]

Contemplate what exactly? If I may ask.

[pieta_au_lait]

Mm, it's a long story. And a bit personal. Sorry.

[moralfixation]

That's fine.