Who: Hakuno
When: Throughout Mareur
Where: Æfenglom
What: A catchall for March
Warnings: None expected, but will edit as necessary


i.  L'Amourtentia - Early Mareuer
Let's see... all that's left is to simmer it.

[Hakuno steps back and stretches, wings fluttering open slowly in unison as she shakes off the accumulated stiffness. When she drops her arms and the pale wings relax, her expression turns a bit rueful.]

...of all the things I thought I might make here, this was never exactly on the list.


ii. crafting
[As of late, Hakuno has been filled with a certain brand of restless energy in the evenings. While in part, she had been going to bed later in order to allow the other two people she sleeps there with to have some quality time alone, she had been confronted with an odd sense of wrongness to be idle in the meantime. Always in the market for a new hobby, now that there was time and the opportunity for it, she had ventured out to a crafting store and come back with a felting kit and a beginner's guide. And since then...

Well.]

...I might have gotten a little carried away...

[The basket in her arm holds an assortment of cute little animals that piled up over the nights and weeks, which she now has to find a place for.
She brushes a finger over one of the bunnies, her expression a bit sheepish.]


iii. practice makes perfect - Late Mareuer
[It had taken her a few weeks to feel confident in her new enjoyment of her music lessons—for her to know she'd stick with it, once the novelty wore off—and to amass the funds she needed for a good, quality violin of her own, but after a bit of budgeting she comes away with her very own. She mostly does her practice outside, in less frequented parks or out of the way areas. The benefit is two-fold: one, the apartment, while nice, is a bit too small and close to the neighbors for her to feel comfortable using it there, and two, she doesn't want to hear Gilgamesh's review on her amateur hour.

So, the general public gets that honor instead. If you listen closely and care to follow it through paths or a side street—or you're just looking for shelter from the rain—you might find a lightly dressed fae carefully working her way through a simple, lilting melody—something native to hear, but alone the lines of Ode to Joy or Claire de Lune in terms of simplicity—with a look of utter focus on her features beneath a gazebo or overhang, waiting for a spring drizzle to die out.


iv. wildcard
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