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]

[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.