( open & closed ) july catch-all

[bloomly]

Who: aerith & you
When: throughout july
Where: solvunn, the horizon
What: catch-all for the month
Warnings: will update if applicable

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[northerndragon]

[He sees her stiffen, then relax again, and he tries to make no move that might frighten her. As he understands it, this is her place. He does not wish to trouble her in it, but he is curious about the other Summoned.

It's better when she begins to seem untroubled, and when she laughs.]

Oh, no, I'm no artist.

[What is he? Someone who kills and kills and kills so that others might live -- but not here. Not in the horizon and not yet in this world. It's dull sometimes, and Castle Thorne makes him pleased that he's never seen King's Landing, and it all keeps him away from what he must do -- but there is some peace in it, too, as there is in this meeting. Only one person he's known at home would ever have handed him a paintbrush, and she has been lost to him for many years, a little girl stolen and eaten by lions.

He accepts the paintbrush, then squints at the green ball. And for his part, Ghost sits quietly next to Jon.]

If there's something you wanted it to be -- I may not be the right --

Well, might be that here, I can do as well as anyone else. How do you feel about a big green apple?

[bloomly]

A big green apple...! ( she repeats it with a tone that speaks of some sort of marveling to it, as though it's something that she never would have thought of herself. ) I think that's a great idea.

( after all, what else could it be? she supposes it could become one of the various monsters from back home--perhaps a particularly plump cactuar or discolored hedgehog pie, or a ball, like she said, or even a sun, clouded out by smog. but a large green apple feels more uplifting, somehow, and she actually likes the idea. with the paintbrush relinquished, anyway, it means that it's all up to him.

she lingers, though, wandering close to his side--her filthy hands link in at her back, and some paint gets smeared on her dress there, but it doesn't matter. things in horizon can be altered with just a thought, she figures, so she can either wipe herself clean or actually wash her hands in a basin, wring her dress out in it too; instead, her eyes swing from the green blob to the wolf-like creature, sat patiently at his side. )

...She can't paint, can she? ( it's just a guess, she isn't entirely sure of the gender. ) I can get more brushes...

( there's a kind smile, spared to the creature, before she looks back up at her companion. )

Oh, here I am getting you to paint apples, and I haven't even introduced myself. My name's Aerith. Aerith Gainsborough! I'm a famous painter back home. ( and then, with a laugh-- ) Okay, not really.