Rei Ann's posts

@ChiffonOrange: I will, thank you.

@ChiffonOrange: Thank you so much. I'm so grateful.

@ChiffonOrange: It would be the Maid Hat, Pocket Watch, Solstice Shooting Star Scarf, the Pumpkin Bucket and the Alpacas Plushie. I just felt I should offer, since I felt bad asking for some many.

I'm currently watching the 2021 Cinderella movie that Amazon prime has. I like it so far.

@ChiffonOrange: There are bunch of items, I would like from the free daily stuff. Since I want so many, can I offer volts or something?

@Kory: Right? Like my mom had me, based neglected me and my closest two siblings. Left us all with ours dad, my dad isn't good, and I only ended up back with my mom cause of my stepdad. Then she had more kids, and I got stuck raising them. They got everything, but also didn't have it easy. Like i felt growing up, that I was basically cinderella, but she wasn't even my stepmom, so she was suppose to love me.

Well she was 13, in your case, so some slack can be cut there, for the show off thing. She probs didn't understand.

But I do wish all kids should be raised in homes where they are truly loved.

I don't know the exact length, but I can reach around and touch my hair without like putting my arm up. So probs past the end of a bra brand? It's just knots so bad, that even with lots of condintior it doesn't unknot, brushing sucks. It's not even curly hair, it's super fecking straight, and it's like, I wanna chop it, but I want a nice braided hairstyle for my wedding. But since our honeymon won't be until two days after the wedding, aka sunday, on saturday, im going to make sure I have a hair appointment and get it chopped. It'll be strange thing to do after my wedding, but it hurts to brush.

Well depends on how he might react. I'm almost thinking, you may want to have him and his sister have a chat back in the heavens about it, to see how he starts reacting. Something like maybe, Mom been trying to check up on you on earth, but I've blocked her, but don't let her see you with that pretty human of yours. Idk it's an idea.

As she had explained the festival for the birth of a child, she did wonder if that was something the gods did. She didn't ask, she was afraid that like how the gods treated love, as a transaction, it would be the same for the birth of a child. Did they truly not know how to treasure anything? The very idea was appalling to her. There was so much to life to treasure, and they were truly blessed to get to live that forever. They would get to see the world change constantly, and would see unfaced horrors and yet didn't know how to treasure the good? It seemed that gods were the ones to be pity instead of humans.

When their eyes meet, she felt her heart leap. The strange sensations caused her to look away and bite at her lip. This was all so... strange. Because she never gave him a chance to answer her questions, she didn't have to deal with any disappointment. She wouldn't have to hear how little he cared, and that he was tolerating her because she kept him from being bored. She knew she was nothing more than a caged bird. A pet to entertain him, until he wished to throw her away. It was better to not get sentimental. She nodded when he agreed that it was silly. See this was why she didn't press for an answer.

Thankful, she was that he didn't press her to explain what she had meant. Thankful that he didn't comment on it, or insult her. It would just be another thing, the two of them would ignore. Something unspoken, and left that way. A half secret to take to the grave. She felt at ease knowing that they could move past this awkwardness.

When he agreed to the flower crown, she sent him another beaming smile. She placed the wheat into the pocket of her outfit. "That would be lovely. I'll get started on picking flowers." Since he had taken his harp back when he first arrived, she didn't have to hand it to him. She gave him a shy smile, before walking a few steps away over to a patch of flowers. She leaned down and starting looking over the flowers. She would need many for this project, but wanted to pick the ones that would suit him best. " Let's see, there are Asters, Bellflowers, Dianthus or roses. What would look best.." She was mostly talking to her self.

She did vaguely wonder why there was so many flowers out here, including rose bushes. She had to wonder was this something the temple had planted to honor his beauty. Or did he just come out here and demand the plants sprout. Or had they always been here. Dorothea had no idea what was all in the forest. She did know there was wild boar, that could attack them, but it seemed that wasn't a worry either of them had to have. Pushing those thoughts away, she chose to pick the red roses, with the white bellflowers. She started with the bellflowers and picked enough, making sure to keep the stems long, so she could weave them with the roses.

As she moved over to picking the roses, she had pricked her finger on a thorn. A tiny bit of blood was drawn from her finger, which she quickly put in her mouth to stop the bleeding. " Ah, I forgot about the thorns.". After a few moments she turned to her task, and had gathered enough roses as well. She gathered both sets of flowers into her arms, and moved back to where Aristide was sitting. She took a seat next to him, and started to weave the flowers together. It would take her a bit of time to weave the crown. As she weaved the crown, she couldn't help but hum slightly. She really hoped he would like this crown, and it was why she was taking her time, to weave it together so it would be perfect.

When it was finished she held it up. She had gone with a pattern of rose, bellflower, rose, until the whole crown was finished. She had made sure to break off any thorns on the crown. She wouldn't want it to hurt him. "All done, what do you think? Do you want me to put it on you?" She couldn't help but sound excited, and hopeful. She had never made a flower crown for anyone but her parents. She had heard girls in the village, said they had gift men they liked a flower crown, but she wasn't thinking it to be something like that.

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@Kory: Oh I agree. My mom only had kids because she wanted unconditional love. Not because she should have been a parent. so many people expect kids to fix them, or fill a void, and that's just not how it works.

I've had friends make costumes for me. I'm aware of the cost, which is why I don't do it often. Have you ever heard of Princess Jellyfish, I did a cosplay from that. My hair is brown. I have used wigs before. I did dye it for a Tifa cosplay, but I tend to use wigs. But if I go the wig route, I need to cut my hair, it's so thick. Frankly. I'd cut it now, if it werent for my wedding.

I hope so. I don't know if he will. It depends on what happens when her parents die, will he go after the murder and kill them, will he take her to the heavens to keep her safe? I don't know. In myths, humans can be taken to Mount Olympus where it's said the gods live. Like we can say basically each god has this own like castle or something there, expect for like hades because he lives in the underworld, and poseidon who lives in sea. Most people say he's in altanis, so because, Aristide would have like a big house, greek manison place.

@PoeticTorment: That's a very neat idea though. I like the idea of a sometimes bonus.

@PoeticTorment: I donated once, because I wanted the witch item. But that makes sense.

@Kory: Right, like I am firm believer that family isn't just about who you are related to by blood. People can chose their families all the time. So for people to be like you can't love them, because that's not your baby. I'm like do you love your SO, oh you do, but how can you he's not related to you. Like their logic makes zero sense. People choose who to love all the time, and being born to someone doesn't mean that person is going to love you and take care of you. Many kids learn that the hard way.

Oh I can't sew, while I can do a little knitting, I couldn't ever make my own costume. I would love to cosplay as a Disney Princess. I would love to cosplay as Tiana, but I'm so white, that I don't think I should as there are not many princess of color, and part of me feels it would be disrepectful. The best princess for me to do looks wise, would be snow white, as I have pale skin, and rosy skin, and if i dye my hair black or do a wig, it would look well, but her outfits got to much yellow it in, and i hate yellow.

Well I think he's dad would be like, he's just a boy sowing some oats. But then if he saw it was true love, go out of his way to make it happen. Zeus did that other other gods a bunch in myths. His mom I assume would be like don't bring that human girl her, you are wasting time with her, instead of doing your purpose, how did i raise a son like you. I expect his sister would probs be his only friend and tease him?

@PoeticTorment: They are super cute. I want the rare one. So I guess I don't get how crates work. When you open them, does it give you a chance for any of three items, but only lets you pick one of two?

She assumed that she was in the clear when he had just started walking. She was thankful for whatever reason he decided not to pry into the matter. "Oh yes, there are festivals that take place about four to five days after the birth of a child. While many festivals are for honoring the gods, there are a few that aren't." She went into explaining the few others ones that existed. Sure even those festivals might make offerings to the gods, but the primary point of them was to celebrate human life.

It was simpler to focus on explaining about human life. She was even nice enough to avoid saying things like oh this was how it use to be before. She had a feeling that both of them were very aware that life was different before he came here. She didn't need to rub his nose in his failure. Plus he wouldn't care right? So it would be a waste of time. Dorothea was at least grateful that it gave her mind something to be distracted by. If she had to talk, then she didn't have time to fret about her feelings. She wouldn't have to admit to anything. She could keep the secret and take it with her to hades, when her time came.

She paused in her talking when he called her name. She glanced at him wondering what he might ask. She didn't expect him to ask what she had been up to behind the tree. She felt a pit in her stomach. What was she suppose to say, I'm freaked out because I realized that I don't hate you as much, but I'm suppose to hate you because you don't care about us, and are only pretending to be nice to me. Dorothea could see just how he'd react to that. He would get defensive and then yell that he wasn't being nice, and say something about how this was why he didn't like humans.

Dorothea knew she was going to have to answer him, but she really couldn't think of a lie to tell her. She was starting to flush red, as she tried to run through the options. She could admit the truth and betray herself, she could lie lamely, or she could... Oh she knew. " I know you've said that things up there don't change much, but have you ever encountered a situation or a person, where you thought you knew them and how you were suppose to act? But then you find yourself doing things and thinking things you wouldn't have before? Just knowing that, might scare you?" She posed her response as if it was a philosophy question. But it was the quickest way to sum up what she could be feeling, without opening admitting anything. She shy glanced at his face, and felt her own fact heat up more.

She took a few steps forward away from him. "I'm sure that hasn't happened, that's silly of me to ask." She felt embarrassed and quickly spoke again, hoping it would change the conversation, or deflect from what she sort of had admitted. When he suddenly held out and offered fresh wheat to her, she couldn't help but look surprised. She didn't know if he meant for her to take it, or didn't want to assume. When he mentioned she could use it to feed her family, she felt a little breathless and touched. He didn't have to do something this kind, from what she knew about him he didn't like to be kind. She couldn't help the bright smile that spread across her face. She reached out and took the wheat with trembling hand. "It can be used to make bread, after it's been grounded into a flour." She explained unsure what to say. He told her that he didn't need gratitude, but they both knew he didn't have to do this.

" I know you said gratitude is not necessary, but still..I...Oh I know, what if I use some flowers growing in the forest to make you a flower crown, I bet your hair would look even lovelier with one." She hadn't realized that she had told him that she thought something about him was lovely. She was focused on the fact that she wanted to show how grateful she was for this gift. This wasn't just something she would benefit from, her parents would to, and there didn't seem to be anything he might get out of this. Now he might ask for something, but still she felt it'd be rude of her to not do something.