[ Allllright enough of that. Rearrange thoughts back into proper sentences; emotions locked back in their box. Just as quickly as that genuine crack of laughter escaped, so too does it vanish back to apathy. Honestly, it probably will be gold. Narratives are brutal like that. Nothing overly cruel, obviously - not yet, let the Players get comfortable first - but something Rude. And when that shining emerald is exposed to the light, to the gasps and chatter of everyone nearby, even Will himself goes still.
That's super rude.
The jewelcrafter's one statement sparks and the multitude takes hold. Voices layer over each other in white noise: content, interested, joyous in their simplicity. ("Delightful, yes, I agree-" "-auspicious color to be sure. A blessing of prosperity from Those Wh-" "andmother always said to keep one under my pillow for headaches." "Oh, mine said the same-" Strike recording from the record. Reasoning: irrelevancy. )
Movement resumes, and Lion can feel the sensation of a head turning to look at them, once, then looking back down to the stone. The hammer gets set down the exact time their shoulder gets lightly pressed against. An anchor. ]
You can carry on the tradition.
[ Family is still an obvious raw spot, but all four of them had that same emerald brooch. Their own tiny display of solidarity with one another. At the same time, a visible display of their bonds. Now, when Lion finds someone special enough, they can have a fifth brooch to welcome them with.
no subject
Pfft. ]
It's a pedantic color, for sure.
[ Allllright enough of that. Rearrange thoughts back into proper sentences; emotions locked back in their box. Just as quickly as that genuine crack of laughter escaped, so too does it vanish back to apathy. Honestly, it probably will be gold. Narratives are brutal like that. Nothing overly cruel, obviously - not yet, let the Players get comfortable first - but something Rude. And when that shining emerald is exposed to the light, to the gasps and chatter of everyone nearby, even Will himself goes still.
That's super rude.
The jewelcrafter's one statement sparks and the multitude takes hold. Voices layer over each other in white noise: content, interested, joyous in their simplicity. ("Delightful, yes, I agree-" "-auspicious color to be sure. A blessing of prosperity from Those Wh-" "andmother always said to keep one under my pillow for headaches." "Oh, mine said the same-" Strike recording from the record. Reasoning: irrelevancy. )
Movement resumes, and Lion can feel the sensation of a head turning to look at them, once, then looking back down to the stone. The hammer gets set down the exact time their shoulder gets lightly pressed against. An anchor. ]
You can carry on the tradition.
[ Family is still an obvious raw spot, but all four of them had that same emerald brooch. Their own tiny display of solidarity with one another. At the same time, a visible display of their bonds. Now, when Lion finds someone special enough, they can have a fifth brooch to welcome them with.