[[OOC - Because apparently I Must Reply with Stripe Shirt Children- As an aside, Reira's an empath; she picks up on emotions! Naturally, the specifics of what she picks up on is in your hands, so this is just me giving that heads up so you know ahead of time! I put info about it here.]]
Right now? It's basically Christmas. Or Gyftmas. Or. Whatever it is, that Flowey was calling it. Reira herself is busy trying to get people gifts as well, but the Ringmaster had said it was for a 'Solstice', not....one of those Other things, so she's not a hundred percent certain she knows what to think at this point.
Really, the only constant is getting presents for other people, and she can't say she minds that. For the most part, all that she needed for that was on the Moon-which made getting everything together fairly easy, thankfully. But there was at least one thing that the moon could not provide, unfortunately...something rather vital to a gift for someone else.
(Pet food. It's pet food.)
...It is the sensation that someone else is near, which distracts her from her task however. The small-very small, even for 7-child walks toward where she thinks someone could be, the olivine flower at her head catching the light almost like a prism. Despite the bits of moonrock covering her skin, she seems plenty able to chew her lip anxiously as well as she searches, scanning the abandoned grounds.
".....Hello...?" she calls out, frowning somewhat. ".....who's there..?"
Nobody's Home....
Right now? It's basically Christmas. Or Gyftmas. Or. Whatever it is, that Flowey was calling it. Reira herself is busy trying to get people gifts as well, but the Ringmaster had said it was for a 'Solstice', not....one of those Other things, so she's not a hundred percent certain she knows what to think at this point.
Really, the only constant is getting presents for other people, and she can't say she minds that. For the most part, all that she needed for that was on the Moon-which made getting everything together fairly easy, thankfully. But there was at least one thing that the moon could not provide, unfortunately...something rather vital to a gift for someone else.
(Pet food. It's pet food.)
...It is the sensation that someone else is near, which distracts her from her task however. The small-very small, even for 7-child walks toward where she thinks someone could be, the olivine flower at her head catching the light almost like a prism. Despite the bits of moonrock covering her skin, she seems plenty able to chew her lip anxiously as well as she searches, scanning the abandoned grounds.
".....Hello...?" she calls out, frowning somewhat. ".....who's there..?"
There aren't supposed to be people here...right?