Tarot Beach Party

[lady_moon]

There are those of the tarot who know how to set up for a party.

Ruin had spent most of the afternoon building the bonfire. He has carefully made it much in the way he would have with the villagers of his mortal life when they would celebrate the harvests. Charity, Unity, and Skill had spent most of the day setting up food, both their sorts of foods and the sorts the sentients would be expecting.

Moon watched it all with rapt fascination, her eyes on the marshmallows Skill told her firmly she isn't allowed to touch yet. But they're white and fluffy looking and Moon is curious. Mons barks at her, warning Skill, and Moon is shooed off.

It's Fortune who puts out blankets, spread all over the beach area for everyone to use. Moon watches her family set up for a party, for guests... real guests who are coming simply to come instead of for answers. She watches Fortune set down a large stack of very warm looking towels, and she grins.

Swimming. Damian will like the swimming.

Her wolves run up and down the beach in excitement, and Moon knows it's time.

Disappearing back to Milliways, she sets it up so people can come and go as they need to, pleased with herself and her family.

Comments

[ofthefamily]

"I know," Carlisle replies as a reflex, moving forward and not even realizing that he tugs at his sleeves to obscure more of his arms from Star's presence next to him.

"What are you celebrating?"

[bright_daughter]

Her head canted, sending a riot of white-gold this way and that. "Should we need a reason?"

[ofthefamily]

"No, of course not, but I had thought it was possibly -- "

Well.

"You seem happier. And your brother is not in jail."

[bright_daughter]

"I am that I am."

But her skin glows for those words.

She is not one for self pride. She can not hold it or knowing it. All that is born by her face and her skin is true, deep, rippling joy.

It lights her from the inside, a star, and once again Star.

[ofthefamily]

You can't not smile for such as this.

"Then that counts as a reason."

[bright_daughter]

Star giggled, high, soft, bell-like sound.

"It is not for me. It just is. Like marshmallows."



(Moon might be a little fixated.)

[ofthefamily]

...What, says Carlisle's expression.

[bright_daughter]

"Puffy white sugary--" for lack of a descriptor, when she's looking almost like an uncertain child, as much as she can through unwavering faith and peace. "--thing?"

[ofthefamily]

"I know what marshmallows are, I just...can't believe you eat them. I imagine even if I were able to I would not."

[bright_daughter]

Star's smile peeked back out.

"I haven't yet. Skill made them for the guests."

[ofthefamily]

"Ah." Beat. "Don't let me stop you."

Carlisle will stay up here. You know. Far away from food.





"We haven't spoken in awhile. You missed the baseball game."

[bright_daughter]

(That would be why she brought him here.

She knew it'd be easier in enclosed rooms for him.)



"I didn't." She looks bemused, and for a moment older again. "You had a very good time."

[ofthefamily]

"I did. It was a close game." Wherein Carlisle doesn't go into detail of his interaction with the opposing team's captain.

"Could have done without the transformation of small girls into birds, but everyone survived."

[bright_daughter]

She knows all of that already, too.

All creatures had their paths -- even that one.


Star slipped up to sit on the railing, without any care for how far down a fall was or for sitting on the actual railing itself. Her hands were propped on just the air, as her brow furrowed slightly.

"You had a problem with the girl?"

[ofthefamily]

"Duck? No. Just a concern for her safety."

[bright_daughter]

Star's face was an effusion of amusement suddenly.

The flare of a firecracker, as she looked up smiling.


"She can take of her own way, Carlisle Cullen."

The deep seated fondness in her tone for both of them.

[ofthefamily]

The fondness snaps at Carlisle's thoughts as patronizing and his expression shifts before he can shake himself out of it.

Looking out at the party, "Anything else I should be made aware of?"

[bright_daughter]

And yet that is a trait she'll never have.

Ruin and Tower definitely, but she isn't made for or of it.


She tilted her head, looking back from the moons to him. His reaction unmissed but also not necessarily in need of her. "About the girl?"

[ofthefamily]

"I was trying to change the topic," Carlisle explains himself helpfully, staring at the moons instead of his company.

[bright_daughter]

Star blinked and tilted her head, only innocent curiosity upon her expression. "Why?"

[ofthefamily]

Turning back at an angle to look at the woman, "Because there was no reply to She can take of her own way that occurred to me at the moment you uttered it that would have been considered polite or appropriate."

[bright_daughter]

"Why does it need to be polite and appropriate?"

Boxes and ribbons and bows, there words all came form the same.

[ofthefamily]

"An ingrained sense of decorum around women and/or beings who know more about me than I myself do?"

[bright_daughter]

Star studied him with something that might have wanted to be consternation, but could never get there. It didn't make all that much sense to her.

History and herself and not-herself.

"What did you meant to change the topic to?"

[ofthefamily]

Finally, a resigned sort of laugh.

"I'm waiting for inspiration to strike. How about the party itself? For all of this to be constructed at a whim..."