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voidtreckerexpress2022-06-08 07:43 pm
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Entry tags:
Open log
Who: Xie'er, Sizhui, and anyone else.
Where: Art, kitchens, or gardens
When: After the memory event June 7th.
What: Xie'er working on turning his shell findings into jewlry in the arts and crafts. Or he could be found in the gardens or in the kitchen cooking.
Warnings: PG13 at best for now. Can update when necessary.
Now that they were back, Xie'er was back to his regular routine, which was chores, practicing his martial arts, his pipa, and learning the guqin. He was also spending more time in the gardens and trying to get used to how everything operated in the kitchens. For now he was in the arts wagon attending to the shells he had gathered from the beach. He wanted to turn them into beads and possible a bracelet or two. He missed his the jewlry he used to have so this would have to do. He hated all this downtime, but at leat it was something to distract himself with. The memories he had shared still weighed heavily on him. In ways he was glad that LO didn't seem to judge him for what he had done or what he was. Most would have. The fact she accepted him for it helped to a degree. He was glad in ways she was the person who got his memories and not someone who may not have recieved them well. Instead of dwealling on them and the questions his mind kept churning, Xie'er focused on braiding the colorful cord he found instead.
Where: Art, kitchens, or gardens
When: After the memory event June 7th.
What: Xie'er working on turning his shell findings into jewlry in the arts and crafts. Or he could be found in the gardens or in the kitchen cooking.
Warnings: PG13 at best for now. Can update when necessary.
Now that they were back, Xie'er was back to his regular routine, which was chores, practicing his martial arts, his pipa, and learning the guqin. He was also spending more time in the gardens and trying to get used to how everything operated in the kitchens. For now he was in the arts wagon attending to the shells he had gathered from the beach. He wanted to turn them into beads and possible a bracelet or two. He missed his the jewlry he used to have so this would have to do. He hated all this downtime, but at leat it was something to distract himself with. The memories he had shared still weighed heavily on him. In ways he was glad that LO didn't seem to judge him for what he had done or what he was. Most would have. The fact she accepted him for it helped to a degree. He was glad in ways she was the person who got his memories and not someone who may not have recieved them well. Instead of dwealling on them and the questions his mind kept churning, Xie'er focused on braiding the colorful cord he found instead.