Oh goodness, Armi is so sentimental... Let's see, she doesn't have a trinket per say but a lot of different objects that she keeps... some of these things are gone now from a fire, but she managed to keep most of them.
A page of a book of Miqote folk songs - Lost in the fire, it was a book of Miqote folk songs from the X tribe, handwritten, bound, and given to her by a dear friend of hers - someone she considers her best friend though their relationship is... complicated. The person who gave her the book, in essence, no longer exists, though he still lives and, before the fire, it used to be a reminder of who he was. She only managed to find one page in the ashes, it now resides in her journal.
Bookmark - Safely tucked in an old book of different plants, it was given to her by her ex-boyfriend and now sometimes friend (Depending on the day). She had thought she lost it but found it after the fire stashed away in the book she saved. Armi misses the person she used to know, and she keeps the bookmark as a reminder. She has thought to ask to give it back, but she's worried he would take it offensively.
"Alo" - It's a book. An old book. An old book about plants. And it's falling apart and ratty as hell. And it has a name. It's name is Alo. It's the first thing she saved in the fire and a constant reminder of the first time she ever really fell in love. It isn't hers. Not really. Just like him. It was never hers. She's just taking care of it for now.
Burned Up Sword Handle - It was a sword, but the fire melted it and the blade fell off, with nothing but a handle remaining. She couldn't bring herself to throw it away, she isn't sure why. There's flashes of a person when she looks at it. Someone she remembers, but someone that feels like a stranger at the same time. The memories are there, but it feels like it happened to someone else, like she's completely detached from them. There's a dullness to the ache, but the ache is there none the less. She can't throw it away. She... can't. She cried once when she tried, so she stopped. She doesn't know why she cried, but she does... She's pretty sure she misses them. But it's static in her head.
These are only for past memories, this isn't even the list of current objects she has of people she's still close to.
A page of a book of Miqote folk songs - Lost in the fire, it was a book of Miqote folk songs from the X tribe, handwritten, bound, and given to her by a dear friend of hers - someone she considers her best friend though their relationship is... complicated. The person who gave her the book, in essence, no longer exists, though he still lives and, before the fire, it used to be a reminder of who he was. She only managed to find one page in the ashes, it now resides in her journal.
Bookmark - Safely tucked in an old book of different plants, it was given to her by her ex-boyfriend and now sometimes friend (Depending on the day). She had thought she lost it but found it after the fire stashed away in the book she saved. Armi misses the person she used to know, and she keeps the bookmark as a reminder. She has thought to ask to give it back, but she's worried he would take it offensively.
"Alo" - It's a book. An old book. An old book about plants. And it's falling apart and ratty as hell. And it has a name. It's name is Alo. It's the first thing she saved in the fire and a constant reminder of the first time she ever really fell in love. It isn't hers. Not really. Just like him. It was never hers. She's just taking care of it for now.
Burned Up Sword Handle - It was a sword, but the fire melted it and the blade fell off, with nothing but a handle remaining. She couldn't bring herself to throw it away, she isn't sure why. There's flashes of a person when she looks at it. Someone she remembers, but someone that feels like a stranger at the same time. The memories are there, but it feels like it happened to someone else, like she's completely detached from them. There's a dullness to the ache, but the ache is there none the less. She can't throw it away. She... can't. She cried once when she tried, so she stopped. She doesn't know why she cried, but she does... She's pretty sure she misses them. But it's static in her head.
These are only for past memories, this isn't even the list of current objects she has of people she's still close to.
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