a) Eda can be found idly leaning on a hand at the table with the chocolate fountain. Instead of the items specifically meant for it, what she appears to be dipping are some of the already-candied insects from Bumble Gum.
She tosses one into her mouth and crunches happily, regardless of whether this seems to be bothering anyone. Well, she might be being a little more obvious about it, if it seems to be.
“It’s nice finding some food that isn’t weird here,” she comments, sounding completely sincere about this.
b) As much as the festival is fun, it’s also a lot. While she’s been socialising more since settling in to Gloucester, it’s still not her favorite activity. She’s partly at the festival to support Rue–how she wound up with a close friend who’s this much of a social butterfly is anyone’s guess, because she certainly can’t explain it.
At more than one point throughout the day, she decides she needs a little bit of time to sit, and, if not avoid people entirely then at least be somewhere that isn’t terribly noisy.
She can be spotted sprawled on a blanket near a fire pit, sipping hot cocoa or, perhaps, providing a little ambiance by picking away at soft tunes on her cithrinchen.
Campball Lessons
Eda hasn’t had an excuse to dust off her sports skills in a while. This may not be the game she used to excel at, but it’s still an excuse to kick a ball around and she’ll take it.
She’s idly switching between kicking said ball around the space and bouncing it on her feet and occasionally knees. Right now she seems like she’s mostly getting a feel for the weight, and the whole not using her hands thing. Or perhaps she’s just remembering that having something like this to play with constantly is relaxing for her.
Unfortunately, it’s probably a lot less relaxing for anyone else in her vicinity. She grins when she spots someone she knows–or maybe even someone who she doesn’t.
“Think fast!” And with that she sends the ball right towards their head.
Fashion Show Prep
For someone who certainly talks enough about how good she looks, Eda seems perhaps surprisingly uncertain about the fashion show.
Maybe it’s a case of stage fright; maybe she still feels a little silly in some of the fancier outfits a certain owlbear has been adding to her wardrobe lately.
Namely, at the moment, a flowy, dark blue dress with a pattern of golden branches across it, currently paired with a crown of small red flowers, woven leafy branches and a few feathers perched on her recently-cut hair. The feathers look like they come from something at least loosely related to an owl.
She’s hanging around the tent looking undecided about all of this nonsense. Maybe someone should talk her into–or out of–entering.
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Eda Clawthorne | The Owl House | OTA
a)
Eda can be found idly leaning on a hand at the table with the chocolate fountain. Instead of the items specifically meant for it, what she appears to be dipping are some of the already-candied insects from Bumble Gum.
She tosses one into her mouth and crunches happily, regardless of whether this seems to be bothering anyone. Well, she might be being a little more obvious about it, if it seems to be.
“It’s nice finding some food that isn’t weird here,” she comments, sounding completely sincere about this.
b)
As much as the festival is fun, it’s also a lot. While she’s been socialising more since settling in to Gloucester, it’s still not her favorite activity. She’s partly at the festival to support Rue–how she wound up with a close friend who’s this much of a social butterfly is anyone’s guess, because she certainly can’t explain it.
At more than one point throughout the day, she decides she needs a little bit of time to sit, and, if not avoid people entirely then at least be somewhere that isn’t terribly noisy.
She can be spotted sprawled on a blanket near a fire pit, sipping hot cocoa or, perhaps, providing a little ambiance by picking away at soft tunes on her cithrinchen.
Campball Lessons
Eda hasn’t had an excuse to dust off her sports skills in a while. This may not be the game she used to excel at, but it’s still an excuse to kick a ball around and she’ll take it.
She’s idly switching between kicking said ball around the space and bouncing it on her feet and occasionally knees. Right now she seems like she’s mostly getting a feel for the weight, and the whole not using her hands thing. Or perhaps she’s just remembering that having something like this to play with constantly is relaxing for her.
Unfortunately, it’s probably a lot less relaxing for anyone else in her vicinity. She grins when she spots someone she knows–or maybe even someone who she doesn’t.
“Think fast!” And with that she sends the ball right towards their head.
Fashion Show Prep
For someone who certainly talks enough about how good she looks, Eda seems perhaps surprisingly uncertain about the fashion show.
Maybe it’s a case of stage fright; maybe she still feels a little silly in some of the fancier outfits a certain owlbear has been adding to her wardrobe lately.
Namely, at the moment, a flowy, dark blue dress with a pattern of golden branches across it, currently paired with a crown of small red flowers, woven leafy branches and a few feathers perched on her recently-cut hair. The feathers look like they come from something at least loosely related to an owl.
She’s hanging around the tent looking undecided about all of this nonsense. Maybe someone should talk her into–or out of–entering.
Wildcard!
Throw me any starter you want or hit me up for one. Ilya#4143