What I want to hear on nights I can't sleep is your voice

[philoxenia]

[ ... Well, that was an absolute shitshow, wasn't it? Instead of dwelling on how she feels about everything that just happened, Mira's channeling that energy into something else--and she has a little bit of help doing it. Zerinda and Ema are here in the bar to make drinks, and Mira's brought in a ton of food that's definitely not healthy for anyone, but screw it, who cares about health right now?

Della's here to pass out invitations, too--they let everyone know there's a gathering in the bar, if they'd rather not be alone.

If you choose not to come, well... Mira's got that taken care of, too. She'll place a little container of cookies and hot cocoa outside your door. Maybe it'll help someone feel a little less alone--at least, that's what she's hoping. ]

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[philoxenia]

After that...

[ She nods. ]

Oh, mostly painting... but I'm happy to do any kind of art. I'm not so great with clay or sculptures, but, well... No better time to improve, I suppose.

[drladysounds]

I wish I could draw. You don't want to see my drawings, they're not good.

[Hmmm...]

I don't know anything about sculpting, but I think I'd like to try too. These talentless hands should finally gain some skills.

[She's imagining herself with a chisel and hammer, hitting away at a block of marble. Already doing flights of fancy, yup]

[philoxenia]

Hmm... you just haven't found your style. I like to think of it that way. Besides, as long as you're trying, no one can say anything bad about your art.

[ She nods, smiling just slightly. ]

Maybe we can scrounge up some clay and work together. There is a kiln just waiting to be used.

[drladysounds]

That sounds lovely! Watch out, kiln, Shelley Endeavor Winters is coming to give you good use!

[She sounds so excited about that]

[philoxenia]

It won't know what hit it.

[ She lets out a tiny laugh. ]

We could make some plates or mugs... brighten up our meals a little.