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[mpxdavina]

Uh, Ma?

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Late the previous night, Davina realized, as she searched for one of her prized gardening tools, that she had not done as good a job packing from her prior job than she thought. While she managed to complete her weeding for the time being, she had texted a coworker right away. Davina did quite miss her old colleagues already, and she still seemed to h have a good enough relationship with them to be able to get such help. So, after they had located it for her, she had promised to come by the next day to grab it.

When she stopped by the grab it, her old friend told her of the new director. Davina wanted to decline an introduction, as she was so casually dressed with gardening tools in her hands. Yet, the bright staff member did not give her any time to decline a chance to meet them, and as she was dragged down the hallway, it was mere minutes before she appeared before the goddess.

"Director Xi." She chirps, awkwardly rubbing her nape before bowing her head. "Welcome to the hospital."

[mpxdavina]

Recap and Refresh

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With all the holiday festivities, Davina was more than ready for a break. The day following the feast had been a day of minimal effort, sticking to her bed only to get up and take care of her pets. So when her mother recommended them to take another spa day together, there was absolutely no hesitation in her 'yes', and she immediately restructured her staff's schedule to cover the day she was meant to be working.

Having gotten to the point in the day where the pair was allotted an extended time to soak in a heated in-ground jacuzzi tub. Requesting an iced tea from the staff, Davina switched to a simple pink strapless bikini set before leaving the changing room to go step in the water, immediately pleased with the warmth. The spa on the island was excellent, and after all the frigid air outside, Davina enjoyed not being cold. Between the beautiful room, warm water, and the calming music, it only took seconds for her body to relax as she sat on one of the underwater benches.

Looking over for her mother, she waited for her to comfortably get in before she spoke. "Relieve the muscles, unwind the tension. Ah." She sighed out in relief. "What a long, expensive but beautiful week. This feels amazing!"

[mpxnoel]

❛ people often visit shrines to light candles for those they’ve lost. who are yours for? ❜

Noel could've sworn he saw kindness in her eyes.

"Forgiveness." She carried herself differently from other gods and goddesses he'd met. "Redemption." He wasn't one to be shy about his intentions, even if that seemed to surprise some. There was no reason to lie and there was something about her that eased his mind and his heart, at least for a moment. "Peace. For those that have no one to light up candles for them." Loss wasn't something unfamiliar to him, and neither was grief. Those two things were engraved so deep in his existence that he didn't remember a world without them.

"Mine are for those that departed alone and far too soon." His beliefs allowed a gentle path for death and pain and perhaps she'd understand. "There's too many lost souls that don't have anyone to remember them. The candles I light are for them because no one deserves to be forgotten even in death." The smile that formed on his lips was small, for grief was still grief, but at the very least, it held hope. "Well, most of them, anyway."

[mpxdavina]

For My Darling Daughter

Words could not express the joy Xiwangmu felt reuniting with her daughter; each moment they spent with one another filled her heart with pure happiness.  Such a deeply intimate feeling of love and affection for her child brought with it another meaningful gift on this day.  So when Davina arrived at the Golden Palace on the day of the feast, the empress pulled her daughter aside for a private moment in her office where she presented the young woman with a box adorned with deep red silk and fastened with golden knots.

Xiwangmu then explained the contents had been created by Tsukuyomi, an original work of art by the Japanese god of the moon himself.  Within the box, a beautiful necklace of tear-shaped pendants studded with diamonds, radiating with an ethereal resplendence reminiscent of stars as though they had been plucked from the night sky.  She explained as the divine jeweler had to her, that the necklace was inspired by traditional carp streamers that celebrate the happiness of children. The teardrops can represent scales in a more explicit context, but also the teardrops of a tender, loving mother; tears of joy when a child is born and tears of sadness and worry when a child falls ill or is in distress.  She did hope her daughter liked the gift and that, perhaps, Davina may someday pass it on to her own daughter as a new family heirloom.

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Davina had brought a larger clutch than she had planned as she decided it was best to bring her mother’s present to give before the feast. She knew her mother had been busy between preparing for the feast, her role as director, and all she had done for the island to prepare for such a lovely holiday. So, while she knew her mother would never find her a burden, Davina had not wanted to add another added task onto the goddess’s heavy plate. 

So when her mother wanted some time in private, she was thrilled. It would be the perfect moment. However, she had not even stopped to think that the goddess would have something for her. The dutiful daughter listened to her mother’s explanation as she opened the box. What a beautiful necklace! Her mother had definitely went above and beyond, and the meaning behind it threatened to pull tears in the corners of her eyes. This was the type of affection she had craved so desperately for. Clutching it tightly, she took a deep breath of air to stabilize her emotions. She had spent way too much time making herself look pretty for her mother’s event. With care, Davina leaned toward her mother, pressing a kiss on the other’s cheek. Despite her crimson red lips, that tint was going no where. 

“Thank you so much, momma.” She said, fully of genuine gratitude. It was the best gift she could have asked for. Looking over it once more, a sudden thought came to mind, gasping softly. Davina forgot that quick she too wanted to get her mother a gift, and quick fingers stumbled to open the clasps of her clutch that hung on her hip. It was nothing to compare to what her mother gave her, but it still had a meaning too. 

So, Davina handed over a beautiful embroidered phone case bag that held jade amulet of a phoenix that connected with the dragon amulet that she had attached to her purse and would ultimately add as a staple in her daily wear. Dragon, her year of the zodiac. And her mother, regal with the strength and power like that of a phoenix. Together, they would live in harmony. Two sides of one whole heart. But, Davina was not elegant enough to explain it to her mother, especially with already being emotional from their gift. 

Instead, Davina could only speak one valid fact. “I love you, ma. Like lots and lots.”

[mpxpythia]

over tea;

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Pythia had been absolutely delighted to receive an invitation to have tea at Xiwangmu's home. She had always found that she got along best with the goddesses (and particularly those from other pantheons - so much less drama than the Greeks), so she was optimistic that it would be a lovely afternoon. Perhaps she would even come out of it with a new friend.

Xiwangmu's home was not very far from her own, and after a short hike up the mountains she came across the mansion. A lovely structure, although less opulent than some gods would allow. She took that as a good sign.

She removed her gloves and knocked, half-turning to admire the view of the island while she waited. Much as she had enjoyed her time away, Mount Phoenix felt just as much like home as Delphi did, and she was happy to be back. When the door opened, she turned back and offered the goddess a warm smile and a bow. "Pleasure to meet you, Xiwangmu. Thank you so much for the invitation."

[mpxarawn]

❛ you ate a devil fruit? ❜

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"Devil fruit? In my defense, my dear miss Xi Wangmu, it was a dragon fruit mousse dessert in the dragonfruit skin!" he exclaimed. "The students in the pastry arts courses are quite skilled with the making things look like other things," he stated. He then showed her the dessert that he'd been munching on the whole time while they've been talking.

"See, looks like a macaron, but is actually a lemon cake!" the Celt God laughed, impressed with the students at his university. "Honestly, my dear, this is why I teach! It's the students creating all these things that are just so cool using their knowledge, and powers and lessons!"

[mpxalexander]

A fool's guide to skiing

an icy continuation from this post with the wonderful @queenmothermp

Winter is finally here. Alexander only noticed how much he missed it when he saw how the cold blanket hid the ground in a glistening white layer of snow. And while this season tended to be harsh and ruthless in the past, it still remained his favorite. What was there not to love? The cool wind hitting his face, warm beverages in front of the warm fireplace or oven, and the chaos of a snowball fight or the mayhem of people's attempts to master the cold on skis, blades, or snowboards. With appropriate clothing and the right gear, there were countless opportunities to spend the day.

A mischievous smile put a playful vibe on his expression when he looked over to her with a nod. “Worst thing that can happen to you is that you fall face-first into snow, but I’ll try my best to keep you from that.” His whole gear was borrowed. Everything except for his dark red snow pants, the matching jacket, his black gloves and knit hat of the same color. So when he led his rented ski pole over to push onto the binding, Alex had to actively remind himself to be much more gentle than he had been with either of the pairs his family shared amongst themselves. To be fair, both ski sets he was used to, have been broken and repaired more times than he could recount.

Carefully, he triggered the release mechanism and freed his boots from the skis to step closer to her. “Oh yeah. We did this every winter.” It was remarkable how the glee in his voice almost made it sound like his family was rich enough to afford holidays like these when the reality was much more somber. That they didn’t have any money. The skis, the makeshift snowboard and a decrepit sleigh they got to use were only to transport goods to sell faster when it was too cold for the horses.

The chuckle he offered her was effortlessly friendly when he lightly tapped his ski poles against hers to bring her attention towards them. There was something about getting people excited about his favorite season that just made him feel ecstatic. Almost made him forget that he was a proper asshole any other time of the year.

“Those…uh…” his eyebrows furrowed when he unsuccessfully tried to think of the legitimate term for the rods in their hands, “sticks are your best friends.” Later, he would realize that he never even learned the correct name in his native language; always referring to them as ‘sticks’. “They help keep your balance and are what makes you steer. But I guess we should start with the basics first, huh? Do you know the proper stance for when you're skiing?”