Gertude couldn't sit still. It had always been a bit of a problem for as long as she could remember. Her fingers had to be doing something. Weaving. Knitting. Designing. There was more than once she had fallen asleep at her loom and Rissi had to cart her off to bed. More than once when another of her companions had roused her enough to make it into bed.
But it was worth it when winter rolled around. The long nights. The constant movement. To see the smiles on people's faces as she pressed the hats or scarves or sweaters into their hands as they walked by her on the street. Before coming here, she had to worry about fit, but here? Everything always seemed to fit the person she gave it too. No matter the size she had originally made it.
Not that she was going to question that any time soon.
Bells softly ran on her hat and skirt as she beckoned people before and after they exit the toy store next door. Not everyone came near, but those that did...They would find the warm garments stuff into their waiting arms. Those brave souls who asked for more were always met with a smile and another garment. They were made to be shared. They were made to provide warmth.
Gertude would never deny anyone of that. Stranger or friend alike.
Jason popped into the toy store, a gift clutched to his chest. Someone had launched it at him and then ran away, using the crowd as cover. He hadn't even gotten a good luck before his vision had been blocked by the shiny, red, green, and yellow plaid paper. A white square was taped to one corner with his name on in simple cursive.
The package itself was hard and unyielding. The only thing that had saved him from being injured with the throw was that the illogical field soften all the impact from or to the package. He had tried knocking on the box and discovered this little fact. Handy.
Moving away from the door, he found a quiet corner and sat down. Jason had heard about gift exchanges like Secret Santas and White Elephants, but he was fairly sure you weren't suppose to toss the packages at recipient. Turning the gift over and over, he couldn't find any other clues on it. Maybe if he opened it?
Ripping into the paper, the box soon revealed itself. It was just a plain box. Simple and unadorned. The tape broke easily and Jason pealed back the flaps to reveal...He wasn't sure what he was looking at. There was no note in the box. No more clues. Hands came up and under to lift it out of the box and his eyes widen. It was a rebreather!
Flipping the device around in his hand, Jason felt his excitement growing and growing. Now he could swim for longer periods with his mom! This was the greatest gift ever!
Cain walked toward the toy store, not quite sure if he just shouldn't turn around and walk back to the room he shared with Taki and make her do this. He wasn't...Cuddly. Being nothing but bones would do that to you. But he knew that Taki would just point out that most people knew him by now and that he really shouldn't worry.
And that anyone who thought he was scary looking and tried to hit him was just a mean old bully.
Brains poked her head out, chittering at her bonded as she climbed down to settle on his shoulder. Cain reached up to scratch her head, knowing that the bag of toys, small as it was, wouldn't be possible without her. She had found the broken and lost toys in all sorts of small crevices and forgotten places. Anything that was remotely interesting had been dragged home and taken to Cain. The skeleton had then spent his free time cleaning them up and putting them back together once more. Just...Maybe not in the same arrangement as before. Some of them had alligator heads but pretty princess bodies. The cars seemed to have the wrong set of wheels, nothing that impeded movement, and what looked like weapon accessories glued to some of the tops. Other had paint makeovers and still some had neat tiny stitches reattaching limbs or lost eyes.
The toys may have come to him old and beaten down, but he had brought new life to them. The only downside was that Brains could only find so many so he only had about twenty odd toys to donate. He had to remind himself that twenty toys were still twenty toys they didn't have before.
Entering the toy store, he pulled his hat down low as he moved towards the collection bin. Children were already gathered there and he couldn't help but give a skeletal smile at the excitement they were building up. This was what it was about. Seeing a smile on a child's face made it all worth it. Handing over his sack, he quickly moved off. He didn't want to frighten anyone by accident and besides. He had a blanket pile to crawl back into before his old bones froze solid.