Here’s all my stuff! Held off on posting until I had everything.
1. Guild Gear
Not my best flat lay, but you get the gist. Comfortable sweater, axe necklace, black pants with a cool woven belt, black mask (stay safe), black boots, sword hair sticks, lighter, journal, and trusty sword. It’s a bit dressier version of my normal traveling clothes.
2. List: Songs
I cheated a bit and pulled these from my roadtrip/travel playlist. At least one of them is only available on youtube, I’m not sure if the others are available on other platforms.
- Where To Now by Cider Sky
- What’s the Matter by Milo Greene
- I Just Know by Jacob Lee
- Millegi Laul by Iiris
- From the Wreckage Build a Home by The Wind and the Wave
- Home by Dotan
- Hummed Low by Odessa
- Sky Full of Song by Florence and the Machine
3. Places
I don’t have any pictures (and the place has since been sold and renovated) but there used to be a cafe, Carmel by the Sea, in my town. It was right on the riverbank, and if you climbed up to the second floor you were greeted by floor-to-ceiling windows that gave you a view of the river and the islands. The place was big, with dark wooden bookshelves filled with knick knacks lining the walls and tables tucked against them.
I’d go there once a week or so to meet with friends and discuss our lives. Surrounded by books, with good food and drinks, and discussing our plans for the future and our trips that we went on or were planning, seems very much like a Weatherwatch place to me. If it was raining it was even better, as we got to watch the clouds roll in the and the river rise. The new cafe still has good food and coffee, but has gotten rid of the bookshelves and worn leather-cushion benches in favour of white walls and modern furniture.
4. Magimystic Memory
There’s plenty of memories that tie into my identity as a Weatherwatcher, but I’ll be a bit sentimental and pick one from when I was a child. My grandparents live up in the mountains on a farm and I would spend most of the summer up there either helping out or getting in the way. One particularly windy day my cousins and I ransacked the house for blankets and pillowcases and walked the half mile down to the lower fields.
The lower fields are pretty boring (the farm is mostly hayfields, with some livestock) but one field in particular had the feature we were looking for: a sharp drop off from the road. Now, it’s only about two feet high, but when you’re eight and only three or four feet tall yourself that’s a long way. It was growing towards the second cut, and had finally got past the dry stage where it cuts you if you rub against it, so it was safe enough to tumble about in the grass.
We spent about two or three hours figuring out the best way to rig ourselves up so that we could ‘fly’. The wind was so strong and we were so small that we could get a good four or five feet before landing. It probably wasn’t even that far out that we were going, but it certainly felt like it. If you timed it just right, you could jump and the blankets would fill up and you’d be weightless. It was the first time I’d ever felt like that, outside of being twirled around by my father or older cousins. Eventually we were called in for dinner, and I don’t believe we ever did it again, but the memory sticks out. Even as a kid I wanted to fly.
5. Elementals
Oh, this one is hard. I’ll go with my lighter. A boy I dated for a week gifted me this Ed Hardy airplane lighter. It’s up in the flat lay above. I don’t smoke but I do routinely set things on fire, and it’s a good gift for someone who’s burnt themselves on traditional lighters many times.
I haven’t lit anything other than candles and my gas stove with it for quite some time. I still keep it on hand, though, because a little flame (a little light) is always helpful.
6. Mood Board
You can really tell I prefer blues over any other colour.
There it all is!