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 Posted: Sat Jun 10, 2023 6:48 am
Pendour walked slowly, but even still not as slowly as she might have liked. She wanted to stop by each altar, to run her fingers over the curves of the stone and any other materials, the way she did so often at her own wonder. She wanted to explore, to see what she could find. "It's like there's pieces of so many different worlds, right here," she murmured. It was more than just symbols in the stone, too. People had but their hopes and dreams into this place, put their promises here. She could feel the significance of that heavy in the air, even a thousand years later. But of course the promise of something from Neptune caught her interest enough that she stayed only a few paces behind Hestia until they found herself at the altar with the familiar shade to the stone, and the curling shapes that were so familiar to her. This time, she did not resist. She stepped forward, eyes almost reverent, and she let her fingertips trace across the cool marble. "It's like there's a piece of my world right here," she said, and her smile was soft. She turned to Hestia. "Now what? I'll do this the way it's meant to be done." lizbot Sorry this took so long D:
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Posted: Sun Jul 30, 2023 10:54 am
There was a feeling of rightness to seeing Miss Pendour in front of the altar, and Hestia felt her heart settle further. After a moment of consideration, she decided it was likely that the Knight understood the nature of pilgrimage, particularly one that took place among the stars. It could have been a thousand years ago, and this moment might've been the same. "It will be lovely, to see you bring this piece back to life," Hestia returned the little smile with one of her own before reaching into her apron and pulling out a small bottle. "This is an oil, rendered from the same hearthflame as the tea and incense." The smell of spices drifted up in a pungent burst as she uncorked it. "May I have your hands?" stari_maga don't be sorry my brain decided to be weird and very Extra about writing in tandem for her homeworld visitors
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Posted: Fri Aug 04, 2023 12:20 pm
It was a ritual now, and Pendour was happy to lean into that, to go through the motions without raising voice to more questions. She looked at the altar, the piece of Neptune that had found its way here. She breathed in and then out, smelling the incense and the fragrant oil in the senshi's grasp, something that was distinctly Hestia. She offered her hands.
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Posted: Sun Sep 03, 2023 1:05 pm
Taking off her gloves, Hestia poured just a few drops of the oil onto her own hands and then began to gently massage it into Pendour's waiting finger tips. It was a very warm sensation that gradually turned hotter, just shy of painful. After a few moments, the knight would find it hard to focus on anything other than her finger tips and the way the currents of air brushed against them. Next Hestia took out another bottle, this one clear and full of some kind of sand. "This is Hestian marble, ground down until it's nearly powder." Pouring some into her own cupped hands, Hestia bent low at the waist, until her face was even with Pendour's fingers. With a large puff of air, she blew the it onto the knight's waiting hands, coating her oiled fingers with a fine, sparkling grit. The senshi straightened, finally gesturing to the basin upon the altar. "There's a mark, at the bottom, that focuses the natural gas to center above it. The trick is to find the correct point to ignite it." She waved a hand above it, "Focus and feel the air, until you find just the right spot, the connection point between you, your hand, and the fire that has been waiting to spark. And then..." Withdrawing her hand, Hestia gave a sharp little snap of her fingers, igniting a small plume of flame in the air that quickly died out. "But yours will live on."
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Posted: Sun Sep 03, 2023 8:12 pm
Pendour watched as Hestia blew the marble dust. It made beautiful swirls in the Hestian air, and the way that it coated her palms with the oil was satisfying. Well, it was satisfying visual. The tactile experience was absolutely awful. It felt sticky and icky and it took all of Pendour's years of practice of not fidgeting too much in the wrong kinds of situations to keep her from scrubbing her hands on her robe and then shaking and shaking them to get the feeling off. She was invested now, though. This was the last step to restoring a little piece of Pendour, and a little piece of Hestia all at once, so she settled for biting down on the insides of her cheek until the pain got her mind off of anything else that she was feeling. She also moved quickly until she saw the symbol that Hestia was talking about. She thought that she could feel something a little different in the air there, but she didn't spend too much time trying to think about it before she snapped her fingers. The flames sparked to life in front of her, bright and beautiful. Her eyes widened, and her jaw dropped into a slight smile. Only then did she let herself wipe her palms, and say, in the same breath, "It's beautiful," reverently, and then, "Can I wash my hands?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 03, 2023 8:34 pm
Watching the sphere of fire bloom to vibrant life and begin to hover gently in the air above the altar, Hestia released a sigh of satisfaction and a never failing wonder. With a sympathetic look, she took a soft, clean towel out of her subspace and handed it to Pendour with another, smaller bow. "Maybe you burn ever brightly, Sir Pendour, Knight of Neptune." Straightening, Hestia's features lost some that solemn and formal air. "It feels really gross doesn't it? There's a well over here." Guiding the other woman, she went on, "But it makes things a lot easier on people. Spending hours constantly snapping your fingers until you get it very precisely correct is a...unique sort of torture."
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Posted: Mon Sep 04, 2023 2:38 pm
Pendour was grateful for the towel, and for all of the ways that she tried to be gentle, she was moved so quickly that she almost snatched in out of the woman's hands. "A little," she said, about it being gross. "But, that's okay. It's beautiful." With her hands wiped, and getting a bit of distance from the flames on the way to the well, she could really see it the way that the flames flickered and danced. They lit up the Neptune symbols and the rest of the base like they were meant to be there. Hestia seemed happy, and to Pendour, it was a symbol of her promise to keep tending her wonder. It was worth her sensory issues acting up, a little. "Thank you for letting me come here, and for letting me have this moment, this space, this flame," she said.
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Posted: Thu Sep 07, 2023 6:17 pm
Pendour's words lit Hestia up much the same as the flame just a moment before. "Thank you for coming, honestly..." her voice thickened with emotion, "this is the first time I've felt someone really... see and understand what Hestia was. You feel like someone who would take a pilgrimage to worlds like this." She flushed slightly and added, "Everything I heard about you before made me curious, Sir Pendour. I really admire you for the path you've chosen. After meeting you, I find that feeling has only deepened." The knight was a gentle, warm presence. It was easy to feel calmer and more at peace with the path she had chosen in revitalizing her world.
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Posted: Sat Sep 09, 2023 6:10 pm
Her smile was soft as ever, but it inched a little wider at Hestia's words. She understood. She'd been to several worlds at this point, and had more guests than she could easily count at her own Wonder, but it was different, with different people. There were those who were just curious, or who understandably wanted a break from whatever was happening on Earth. Then there were the ones who understood the soul of these places, who honored them, who kindled new life and traditions where there had been none before. It was always an honor to meet someone like that. "I meant what I said, about how I'd have chosen to come here on pilgrimage," she murmured. "And I meant all the rest, too. The ritual. The promises." She brushed a strand of pale hair out of her face. "We should probably head back now, but it was an honor to come here, Hestia. It was an honor to meet you."
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Posted: Tue Sep 26, 2023 4:33 pm
"Of course, one moment, please!" And then Hestia was dashing off, back toward the little gift shop building. Having hearthflame at the ready for anyone wanting to take home was already proving to be a benefit from Niter's visit. Who knew that the living native plants would be such an enjoyable aspect to visitors? She'd really only focused on turning them into usable items for all these years, rather than enjoying them for the sake of just...existing in her vicinity. Running back, she solemnly handed over the gift bag. "I hope you'll visit again, I'll make sure everything's even nicer when you do." Hestian Souvenirs 1 x piece of Hestian marble, with googly eyes, a bow tie, and a small top hat, the tag says "Pet Rock of Hestia" 3 x postcard featuring Hestian landscape, illustrated in the style of vintage national parks posters 1 x sample tin of Hearthflame Tea 1 x nightlight in the form of a palm-sized stone basin, with a holographic ball of flame that floats above it 1 x jar of hearthflame ready to try planting stari_maga AND THEN SHE DID NOT. fin ~ heart ! THANK YOU STARI
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