week three | dates

[marriagebroker]

Here we go again.

You all better kiss.

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[poans]

[Her mothers, it seems, were deeply involved in Yingying's life on all fronts. It's little wonder that they appeared so joyous by the wisteria, and that she was adamant on watching them all night.]

Then, these blessings are your very own.

[She has surely heard many a wish from other players by now, but there are no placards on which to write. Yingying intends to hand out her blessing anyway, such that he wonders what sort of sentiment lies within them—lonely though it may appear due to the absence of several maternal touches.]

[embellwish]

Mm. Before we all part ways... I'd like to share this with everyone.

[ A little piece of her homeland. Legends about it have all been tarnished by the catastrophe — now only Yingying is the one that knows the warm-hearted and kind rituals they had. If she might spread that knowledge to the companions she's made here.... it'd make her happy. The reality of her home would be known to at least the sixteen of them. ]

I might no longer be a proper Fairy, and it's not the New Year, either, but I'd like to still give my blessing for a good year ahead.

[ would u look at that.... the bobarista is done with their drinks.... ]

[poans]

[When put this way, a part of him thinks it would be beneficial for one sachet to remain here, in the hands of someone who will go on to engage many a client. Combined with the rest she'll gift to their cohort, her blessing will spread far and wide, keeping the memory alive. Even though she'll soon fade if nothing is done, she's still doing everything in her power to preserve her beloved home with little thought for herself.

An endless struggle . . . like a chicken that is unable to fly, yet continues to flap its wings . . .

Stirred out of his ruminations by their finished order, he takes the drinks with an appreciative nod and turns to Yingying.]

Your drink, Miss Yingying.