Morning) She didn't shy away from the ceremony. Usually? She was more on the mockery or irreverent side of things normally, but she still felt like this was a moment to take, to think about those who had passed, those who had disappeared in her life, and a few of the others who'd fallen in that last fight with the dead.
She was there, dressed as simply as ever. Formal attire wasn't something she either understood or had. T-Shirt, jeans, blindfold resting on her shoulders, white eyes staring on while she looked at the boats, and a jacket to protect against the rain. She stayed quiet, thinking about everyone dead in her own timeline.
When they asked gifts, she brought out a pair. One was a rainbow colored scarf and the other was the pin from a detonated grenade. If you were curious what on earth that pair of very odd gifts to the boats might have been about, there was only one way to find out, and she had stepped away from the crowd by a tree as the arrow was lit.
The Dedication) Ok, this was officially surreal. She was staring at a picture of her riding a horse along with Ivar, lancing and shooting at a giant dragon. It was childlike, which she didn't mind in the slightest. Her own artistic skills were debatable at best, but the idea of being painted like some sort of hero? That was just kind of odd.
She glanced over at the person next to her, whispering softly. "You ever feel really awkward when you know people've been talking about you?" Because she really really did right now.
Wildcard) (OOC: Otherwise known as "I want a party thread!" If you don't see something you want to do with Terezi, just start a prompt at your leisure. I'll run with whatever!)
Terezi Pyrope | Homestuck | OTA
She didn't shy away from the ceremony. Usually? She was more on the mockery or irreverent side of things normally, but she still felt like this was a moment to take, to think about those who had passed, those who had disappeared in her life, and a few of the others who'd fallen in that last fight with the dead.
She was there, dressed as simply as ever. Formal attire wasn't something she either understood or had. T-Shirt, jeans, blindfold resting on her shoulders, white eyes staring on while she looked at the boats, and a jacket to protect against the rain. She stayed quiet, thinking about everyone dead in her own timeline.
When they asked gifts, she brought out a pair. One was a rainbow colored scarf and the other was the pin from a detonated grenade. If you were curious what on earth that pair of very odd gifts to the boats might have been about, there was only one way to find out, and she had stepped away from the crowd by a tree as the arrow was lit.
The Dedication)
Ok, this was officially surreal. She was staring at a picture of her riding a horse along with Ivar, lancing and shooting at a giant dragon. It was childlike, which she didn't mind in the slightest. Her own artistic skills were debatable at best, but the idea of being painted like some sort of hero? That was just kind of odd.
She glanced over at the person next to her, whispering softly. "You ever feel really awkward when you know people've been talking about you?" Because she really really did right now.
Wildcard)
(OOC: Otherwise known as "I want a party thread!" If you don't see something you want to do with Terezi, just start a prompt at your leisure. I'll run with whatever!)