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♥ Who: Lup + Close CR (who will be contacted! <3)
♥ Where: Lup's house
♥ When: start of August
♥ What: A ladies (kinda) night, the redux!
♥ Rating: PG and up, probably

Those who Lup deigned to grace with an invitation will receive one at random: that at the recipient's convenience if they so desire, they are invited to join her in what she is calling (without explanation) a Pocket Dimension Party. As per the instructions, any time within the next 24 hours, they can enter through the garden back door and "find the cat".

Should one accept the invitation and follow those instructions, they can find Ditto curled up in the grass beside the house, dozing, though at the arrival of any visitor he perks up and stretches. Rubbing up against their legs, Ditto will head over to a section of the wall and paw at a corner, until a door abruptly glimmers into existence and opens for him. He meows plaintively and waits. Go on in! Just close the door behind you.

Inside the doorway, visitors will find… a mansion. Elaborately decorated, warm, and inviting, it is like entering a rich and immaculate house that someone's taken a lot of time and TLC to make perfect. No one greets them as they enter, but if they call for attention and no one is in the immediate vicinity, a semi-transparent spectral servant will arrive and guide them to Lup. Otherwise, they are free to explore the house and make use of the facilities as they please.

The following areas are available:

An extravagant entrance hall with soft wood paneling and fancy art on the walls
A lounge area with big fluffy couches, pillows, and blankets, as well as a projection screen that works with communicators and whatever digital media Lup is familiar with, or a music mix in lieu of said media being played
A full-service kitchen and dining area, where a collection of spectral servants (features to be determined) will upon request cook any meal a person desires, assuming they (and by association Lup) are familiar with the recipe and ingredients. It's all delicious, too!
A sizable basement with regenerating training dummies, various targets, and more servants who will act as moving targets on request. They can't be hurt, but they can move around freely.
A big and beautiful spa with all the soaps and pampering material that anyone could ask for
A "pet room", AKA a room devoted to toys, climbing shelves, cat trees- whatever an animal might want to stay entertained for hours unsupervised

More details to be added as needed! This is a mingle free-for-all, there is no set schedule. Visitors can come and go as they please for 24 hours, and at the end of the spell anyone still inside will be summarily booted out into the garden.

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Hm?

[ To be fair, Honerva was sitting on the floor and Pyra was some distance away. Though it takes her a moment, to register that Pyra was likely talking about what was in her hair than whatever sort of flower garden Lup might conjure up, but why did she seem surprised... ]

You are... familiar with these?

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Er, yes. They are sylleblossoms. Of Eos...

[ She tilts her head to the side. ] They look nice on you. You received them from someone?

Yes, that's right. Ardyn assisted me with my hair, earlier... he was the one who decided to include them.

[ He'd given her the choice, but she left it to him. Red flowers just somehow seemed a popular complement for her hair. ]

The red is a nice touch...

[ She smiles, nodding, her expression wistful. ]

He did a wonderful job. It's art.

It almost reminds me of your work with those... spider lilies, that time.

[ Not too long ago, yet with all that had happened since it did feel... further away. ]

[ Her smile is nostalgic as she recalls the hair-braiding and flowers

Pyra replies softly. ]

...I like these flowers better.

[ She tilts her head. ]

Is it that they bear some meaning for you?

[ There's a single, quiet nod before she replies. ]

Before he left... Somnus gave me some. Blues, whites, and reds...

[ She smiles gently, her voice equally soft. ] I gave some of them to Ardyn.

... A thrice given gift.

[ But she understands, the weight of the meaning. She was reminded of Somnus, who had been sent away from this world. A gift then given twice over, to Ardyn, who favored them, only to decorate her hair. ]

Thank you for sharing them.

[ Pyra's gaze casts downward. ] Your turn next, you know. To care for them... and pass them to someone else.

... These have already been cut. I do not know how much longer they might last, to pass to another.

[ Certainly they might yet live while she could still sense them in her hair, but removing them was another. ]

I have more to give.

[ There are many in her mish-mash of a garden. She's learned to care for them through practice... as if she would let all of them wilt at once. ] And you're welcome to them....

As well as the-- [ A pause, hesitant. ] The flowers of your world, too.

[ ... Ah. So they would come back to that. Her gaze flicks away, ears lowering in a no doubt familiar way. ]

... the juniberries.

[ She knows Pyra still has them, after so many months, when she could not bring herself to ask of them and that perhaps the other felt she should not mention. This remnant of her own history, while others here were comforted by the sight of their own blossoms. As Ardyn may have been, to share them like this. ]

Perhaps I have left them in your care for too long, but you are better suited to the care of such things.

Oh-- no, I do not mind caring for them! They're, ah, blooming very nicely...

[ While speaking, she's looking carefully at Honerva. The glance away,the way her ears droop tell Pyra that the she's uncomfortable at the very least. Perhaps this topic is too sensitive. ]

They smell very nice. And have berries... I'm uncertain if they can be harvested.

[ Most topics are sensitive, but she cannot always avoid sensitive topics.

Her phrasing stirs a thought, however. ]

... I cannot fully remember... but there may have been a tradition around harvesting them.

[ A tradition... a festival? She knew... this flower represented much, for that world, but she can't deny she hadn't thought of it until recently, when Era spoke of her pomegranates and caleumfruit. ]

[ Pyra looks at Honerva patiently, nodding. A tradition sounds wonderful, and oh, how she would love to know more of it. It's a shame that there is no one of her world who could tell them more-- that she knows of, anyway. ]

If you want to gather them together... [ She starts, stops, then starts again. ] I wouldn't mind.

[ There is at least one person, but as it is a person who has been on the other side of a war with her and likely responsible for the death of her son and not currently in the world at present...

... not an option.

She's quiet for a moment, letting Pyra's words sink in even if she's still... not visibly comfortable. ]

... Perhaps.

[ It's a thoughtful tone that she takes. Even the scent of them is sweet but haunting. ]

I have denied them for long enough. It would not be wrong to... see how they've thrived.

[ That "perhaps" is as good as an answer can be from Honerva, and seeing with how uncomfortable she appears... it's probably not best to push her further than that. ]

Then, whenever you'll be willing... the juniberries will be there for you.

I know I have a habit of... delaying certain things.

[ Time certainly slips away and it's not always her fault. But she looks less tense now. ]

But I will consider the thought further. If I deny myself, I may also inadvertently deny others.

[ That's...! Not good enough for Pyra. ]

If you deny yourself... you deny yourself. [ In this instance-- ] Please don't think you have to harvest the berries just because I asked. Do it because you wish to.

...The berries will be here next year. [ Neither of them might be, though, but if Honerva's of the habit to wait, then she'll simply have to take that risk. Is it truly a risk, though, if picking the berries might cause her more discomfort? ]

Perhaps... you misunderstand.

[ Even if she is... something of that kind of person, who hesitates, and waits, denies herself when she is uncertain of her own self... even if she wasn't always, and she knows this.

It is more the latter reason that drives this. Losing connections because she can't always speak up, having this one be damaged because of her weakness. Those flowers were hers, after all; would she always be so weak in the face of her own difficult past? ]

I may never become... comfortable. Waiting or not will not alter that, with the life I have. Years may pass, and the opportunity too, may slip away. I would rather have that not occur.

[ It had sounded as if she was conflicted to Pyra, if not outright scared. Now it seems like she's pushing herself to take this opportunity.

Pyra always favors the latter, of those who overcome their hardships. She knows it might be scary, but the important part is that she sees another doing, trying, instead of being held back by a fear. Having help, however, ....helps. ]

Then... We can start with one flower, if you'd like.

[ It is true that Honerva is nervous, she'd be lying to herself if she weren't. But she has had more time to reason through such things than she had when being initially confronted with their existence.

Much like being confronted by her own existence. The necessity of having to challenge such difficulty at all, in trusting herself not to damage... this past reminder of a lost planet. ]

That seems... reasonable. To start with one, and determine if others may follow.

[ It's a good, easy place to start, and she smiles because of it, happy that Honerva seems at least ready to try. And if it doesn't work, Pyra will simply care for the flowers as her own. ]

Let me know whenever you wish to see the flower.

Of course. I will consider it further, but... if there is a need to harvest, then it should be sooner rather than later.

[ Which still gives her some time to mentally prepare for it, at least. ]