[ Living a good chunk of his life on his own quickly taught Haein how to cook. He'd never be caught dead bragging about it or even show it off, but when it comes down to it, he can get food done. But the thing about having been on his own for all those years is that he's used to cooking for one (two at most!), so when he gets shoved into bread baking duty to help make bread for All The Party Goers Ever, it's kind of an understatement to say he's a bit overwhelmed.
He takes the first break he can get, slipping out of the kitchen while looking like a complete mess. Look, he can bake, but not with finesse and there may have been a few accidents. There's flour in his hair, on his face, all over his hands, on the front of his clothes, and he smells pleasantly like baked goods! Too bad there's nothing pleasant about the tired scowl on his face as he stares down at the mess that he has become.
So... this is his life now. A flour person. A person made wholly of flour.
If you walk by while he's brushing and shaking all this flour off, you, too, can become a flour person by walking through this cloud of flour. ]
II. HOPE BLOOMS ETERNAL, let us no longer get this bread.
[ Haein's not really one for festivities, and so he sticks to the outskirts of things. The light shows are okay, the costumes are lame, the games are ehh, and he's too old for the carousel.
Wow, Haein, truly a killer of fun.
At least there's food... Oh wait. It's a lot of bread and he's sick of looking at bread after the morning he's had and all the baking that went along with it. Meats it is, then. Only after hearing about animals dying of sickness and their meat becoming inedible, he's more than a little wary as he eyes the selection. It looks fine for the most part, but... ]
Is this safe to eat?
[ Rather than flag down the people running the stall, he turns to the person nearest him to ask. Why go through the effort of catching the attention of someone who knows what the meat is like when he can have a convenient presence nearby to bother? ]
III. SOWING THE FUTURE, drowning the future?
[ So... planting. Planting. Hm.
Haein was born in a city, raised in a city, and assumes he will die in a city. As the son of a mountain god, he's probably got a lot to offer to nature! Heck, sometimes he heals his mom's plants when they start to look a little brown around the edges, but that's about all the experience he has with plants.
Planting seeds seems easy enough to do? It's just... sticking some seeds into the earth and... watering... it...? But Queen Fayura already did some watering with her weird blood/water mix. Is adding even more water going to drown the seeds?
Holy shit, this gets even more complicated with magical properties involved. Help him, you!! ]
I'm not going to kill it by adding more water, am I?
IV. WILDCARD!
( i wasn't going to top level but then i caved! if you'd like something else, hit me with it! or i'll hit you with it just let me know!! )
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[ Living a good chunk of his life on his own quickly taught Haein how to cook. He'd never be caught dead bragging about it or even show it off, but when it comes down to it, he can get food done. But the thing about having been on his own for all those years is that he's used to cooking for one (two at most!), so when he gets shoved into bread baking duty to help make bread for All The Party Goers Ever, it's kind of an understatement to say he's a bit overwhelmed.
He takes the first break he can get, slipping out of the kitchen while looking like a complete mess. Look, he can bake, but not with finesse and there may have been a few accidents. There's flour in his hair, on his face, all over his hands, on the front of his clothes, and he smells pleasantly like baked goods! Too bad there's nothing pleasant about the tired scowl on his face as he stares down at the mess that he has become.
So... this is his life now. A flour person. A person made wholly of flour.
If you walk by while he's brushing and shaking all this flour off, you, too, can become a flour person by walking through this cloud of flour. ]
II. HOPE BLOOMS ETERNAL, let us no longer get this bread.
[ Haein's not really one for festivities, and so he sticks to the outskirts of things. The light shows are okay, the costumes are lame, the games are ehh, and he's too old for the carousel.
Wow, Haein, truly a killer of fun.
At least there's food... Oh wait. It's a lot of bread and he's sick of looking at bread after the morning he's had and all the baking that went along with it. Meats it is, then. Only after hearing about animals dying of sickness and their meat becoming inedible, he's more than a little wary as he eyes the selection. It looks fine for the most part, but... ]
Is this safe to eat?
[ Rather than flag down the people running the stall, he turns to the person nearest him to ask. Why go through the effort of catching the attention of someone who knows what the meat is like when he can have a convenient presence nearby to bother? ]
III. SOWING THE FUTURE, drowning the future?
[ So... planting. Planting. Hm.
Haein was born in a city, raised in a city, and assumes he will die in a city. As the son of a mountain god, he's probably got a lot to offer to nature! Heck, sometimes he heals his mom's plants when they start to look a little brown around the edges, but that's about all the experience he has with plants.
Planting seeds seems easy enough to do? It's just... sticking some seeds into the earth and... watering... it...? But Queen Fayura already did some watering with her weird blood/water mix. Is adding even more water going to drown the seeds?
Holy shit, this gets even more complicated with magical properties involved. Help him, you!! ]
I'm not going to kill it by adding more water, am I?
IV. WILDCARD!
( i wasn't going to top level but then i caved! if you'd like something else, hit me with it! or i'll hit you with it just let me know!! )