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

Re: The Forest

[puppyeyedulfric.livejournal.com]

After Richard's last visit, it's not surprising that he's back in the forest. Not so much because he wants to separate from the party and the beach, but because he likes the forest. Likes the feel of it, the sight of it and the scent it carries.

Re: The Forest

[bright_daughter]

She comes through the trees, like the softest ringing of bells turned to laughter, barefoot dancing on the breeze. Small lights traverse from her fingers tips the things she brushes and the air where her long white skirts flutter out.

She does not find him as though she is surprised, as though just discovering him, but in the middle of a spin, stills with a smile, her skirts still twirling light around her. The smile, a warmth of one waited for and found, singular and unguarded.

Re: The Forest

[puppyeyedulfric.livejournal.com]

Brown eyes watch her from where Richard has settled against one of the trees, head tilted to the side, almost touching the tree like his shoulder. He smiles back at her though, soft and welcoming.

He can already guess that she's like Moon, one of the Tarot. It's just a matter of which one. "Hello," he murmurs softly.