Glimmer, glitter, shine...

[thecanopycrew]

| characters | Everyone!

| date/time | March 15, all day

| location | First Floor

| rating | Currently G

| summary | A flash of light, and a new adventure.


LIGHT

Warmth, love and kindness.
The Life Stream glimmers and glitters with joy, swirls of shimmering dust dancing around the ray of life.
It was time for new ones to test their wings.


One by one, new adventurers now arrive in the Tree. As one gain wings and rises to the second floor, another light brings in the next person. Soon, a steady stream of people from all kinds of worlds, times and realities come to join the others. Whether confused, angry, excited or scared, your arrival is welcomed with nothing but joy as the fireflies and glow worms descend to greet their new friends.

The Tree offers no explanation and no reason, but the truth is undeniable.

As you will soon realize, it isn't easy to be tiny.

Comments

[espigeonage]

Yuuya is very good at seeming harmless. He tilts his head in a very bird way, his feathered arms/attenuated wings folded. "Just about! Since I was quite a small child. I assume that's the case with you, too?"

[handtowels]

"Yeah."

Takatora raises a hand to his face, pressing the side of his fist against his mouth as he finally stops staring and averts his gaze.

If he was here, he would have laughed at Takatora before telling him to go along with the flow. This is actually happening, so he has no choice but to accept it as normal at some point.

Not that it is easy.

"...Sorry. Tōdō Takatora," he introduces himself, feeling ridiculous. "Um. Good... to meet you?"

[espigeonage]

It is funny, and Yuuya's tail quivers in a smothered bird laugh. So many people don't seem to know what to make of him here. "It's a pleasure! I'm Sakazaki Yuuya," he says, seeing that Takatora is Japanese as well. "Your wings are lovely! Certainly more colorful than mine."

He has plain, fuzzy white moth wings. It's almost enough to make a man self-conscious.

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[handtowels]

Movement at the corner of his eye makes him return his gaze to Yuuya. Is he being laughed at? Takatora's a cat person, so he's not all that familiar with avian body language.

The latter comment leaves him momentarily speechless. He drops his hand back down to his side.

"Does that really matter? How well they fly is the only important consideration."

[espigeonage]

[It's okay!]

Yuuya tilts his head cheerfully.

"Is it? Well, there's all kinds of important. Aesthetics have a place - I see from your clothing you share my view in this." Otherwise he wouldn't bother with colors, would he?

[handtowels]

That makes Takatora scoff in amusement -- beneath his many layers his skin is a mess of scars. Vanity has never been a personal concern of his.

"They have a use," he concedes. "As a vassal of Tokugawa Ieyasu I can't go around looking like a vagabond."

But wings have no bearing on that.

Which brings up an interesting thought.

"...Do birds take an interest in human affairs?"

[espigeonage]

"What you look like is important, even if it's to a more minor degree," Yuuya tells him. "It communicates so many things, whether intended or not."

Takatora has no idea what he's stepped in there, and Yuuya is entirely disinclined to explain the history between humans and birds here and now. "Well, that's a very complicated issue. For myself, I say, yes. Quite a lot. You people are interesting!"

[handtowels]

"That's great, considering that you're surrounded by us for the foreseeable future."

While a blunt observation, Takatora says it with a trace of good humour. Yuuya's optimism is refreshing.

"You could always forage for some colourful adornments."

[espigeonage]

"So it seems!" His new hands are hanging clasped together, now, and Yuuya looks entirely pleased.

"I might indeed. The ah clothing our so-gracious hosts provided us with technically fits, but I'm not sure it's my style." He is in fact naked but for a tie and the leaf bag, and almost invisible a harness with pockets on it.