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[darkfonhunter.livejournal.com]

[In a well-lit district of the town, Gelda is working near a wishing tree. Despite how cold it is, with the streets paved with snow, she sat on a stool with a box full of artistic supplies. On her lap, she works with different types of artistic medium where she written down prayers of hopes and wishes on ribbons, which she then hung on branches of the tree. She must have a lot of wishes, because the tree is quite colorful and decorative.

There's a sign next to her, which said, "Wishing Tree! Make your wish on a ribbon!"]


[OOC: So hay gaiz! Make ribbons, ornaments, leave offerings of cookies, alchohol, or whatever to make a wish. Or just give her a poke.]

Comments

[somewhat-bloody.livejournal.com]

-Whispering to himself- What if I didn't know Van had made a replica of himself...

-sigh-

What if I have just started my journey in search for my wish?

[darkfonhunter.livejournal.com]

[Tilts her head. What's a professor should say to a stranger she doesn't know?]

It seems you want some answers. Keep searching and keep looking. [She said hopefully.]

[somewhat-bloody.livejournal.com]

Hav...have you ever searched for answers before?

[darkfonhunter.livejournal.com]

I already did. It took me years to figure it out.

You're young. You have plenty of time.

[somewhat-bloody.livejournal.com]

Maybe...your right, but I feel there isn't enough time. Has any of your wishes ever come true before?

[darkfonhunter.livejournal.com]

My wishes? Sometimes, I did everything I can to make it happening through my own efforts.

[somewhat-bloody.livejournal.com]

Did it ever work through just efforts?