Солнце мое! Я тебя никому не отдам!
Jan. 11th, 2025 12:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Who: Svetlana and Open
What: Christmas Tree Lighting! (And mention of January shenanigans)
When: January 6th
Where: Milton, in front of the Community Hall
Content Warnings: Nothing as of yet; will warn!
The thought has been wiggling in her mind for a few weeks now. Ever since Ben gave her the gift, ever since she realized how bleak and lonely this place is. At home, there are options. There are lights and sounds and people coming and going. It makes the seemingly endless night of winter go by faster. There's warmth and firelight. And yes, in this little town, there can be some of that. Sveta's seen it and felt it for herself. But she knows she can make it a little brighter.
So she leaves a note on the board and picks a particularly lovely tree near the Community Hall. The night is lovely, the chill of the air thawed only slightly by the torches she has set up. She's dragged out a table and, all over it, she's put together supplies. Pinecones and strips of cloth. String and random beads she's collected. Clear jars with pretty rocks. Discarded leaves from the greenhouse. Acorns and seeds. Puzzle pieces and discarded mail and magazines to make paper flowers.
"Come help me decorate it?" Sveta will call out to anyone who comes near. "What do you want to try? I think I have - more than enough supplies."
What: Christmas Tree Lighting! (And mention of January shenanigans)
When: January 6th
Where: Milton, in front of the Community Hall
Content Warnings: Nothing as of yet; will warn!
The thought has been wiggling in her mind for a few weeks now. Ever since Ben gave her the gift, ever since she realized how bleak and lonely this place is. At home, there are options. There are lights and sounds and people coming and going. It makes the seemingly endless night of winter go by faster. There's warmth and firelight. And yes, in this little town, there can be some of that. Sveta's seen it and felt it for herself. But she knows she can make it a little brighter.
So she leaves a note on the board and picks a particularly lovely tree near the Community Hall. The night is lovely, the chill of the air thawed only slightly by the torches she has set up. She's dragged out a table and, all over it, she's put together supplies. Pinecones and strips of cloth. String and random beads she's collected. Clear jars with pretty rocks. Discarded leaves from the greenhouse. Acorns and seeds. Puzzle pieces and discarded mail and magazines to make paper flowers.
"Come help me decorate it?" Sveta will call out to anyone who comes near. "What do you want to try? I think I have - more than enough supplies."