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sonnestark) wrote2020-06-18 08:01 pm
sonnestark) wrote2020-06-18 08:01 pm
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aefenglom sample post | monster (harpy)
i. boaltinn
a. bonfires
[Bonfires have often evoked pleasant memories for her, and these are no different. For as strange and chaotic an experience as coming into this world has been, there is something universally comforting about a bonfire, and so she gravitates towards them shortly after arriving to investigate the Boaltinn festivities.
People of all sorts are gathered around them, witches and monsters alike, and it helps her to feel just a little less self-conscious about the stray feathers she's found mingled in with her hair and in small patches along her shoulder blades. It's said that monster transformations are meant to take some time, but the rules seem to mean little this time around— along with arrivals being out of the ordinary in and of themselves, newcomers seem to be experiencing changes at a rapid rate. It's worrisome, but for tonight, she's inclined to let herself enjoy the festivities— for awhile, at least.
She pauses near the East Bonfire, just in time to see someone else leap through the flames, and a curious smile pulls at one side of her mouth as she looks to whoever might be standing nearest to her.]
It's supposed to be cleansing, isn't it? Do you think you might try?
[Flames with the power to burn away poor relationship experiences... well, she has plenty of those. It's tempting.]
b. rose baths
[This isn't her first shared bathing experience: she had warmed up to such things during her time in Japan, and the soft scent of roses reminds her of Lucia's talent for aromatherapy, something she hadn't realized she would miss until suddenly it wasn't available to her any longer. All of this has been a great deal to process, and so the chance to unwind is a welcome one. She exhales softly as she sinks down so that the water is up to her chin, leaning back so that her head is gently resting against the edge of the bath, the heat pleasant against the sore spots where feathers have begun to grow.]
This is awfully considerate of them... do they always do this for new arrivals, or are these strictly a part of the Boaltinn festivities?
[She sort of hopes it's the former. She could get used to this.]
ii. wilde hunt
[The moons' effect on her is much stronger than she'd expected, even having been warned. When the opportunity is offered, she heads out to the area of the Wilde that has been barricaded to allow new arrivals to test their new abilities and forms without the risk of harming passers-by. There's no guarantee that they won't hurt one another in the process, but given they're all going through a difficult adjustment period, she wants to trust that they will all do their best to look out for one another.
The talk of Shades out among the trees has piqued her interest— she has yet to see one for herself, but she would like to see evidence of the Cwyld up close if she can, be able to recognize it for what it is and see its effects in person. She's left behind the games of cat-and-mouse to venture deeper into the woods themselves, sword drawn as she advances, wings now fully-developed and folded against her back. Balancing on what she thinks are shaping up to be talons isn't so different from walking in heels, and actually makes picking her way through the forest a bit easier. All things considered, though it is difficult, she's doing her best to take these changes in stride.
A low growl from within the trees ahead draws her attention, causing her gaze to narrow and the grip on her sword to tighten, but her attention is quickly drawn elsewhere— the rustling of brush somewhere to her right, the space between the trees too dark to make out if it's a Shade or another Mirrorbound approaching. Either way, her wings flare as she raises her blade, prepared to defend herself if necessary, taking up a ready battle stance.]
Show yourself.
[It may not mean much to a Shade, but another Mirrorbound would respond, she assumes.]
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[There's more than one, some broken by force rather than choice. Regardless, she's here on her own now, and she's going to remain on her own as she moves forward. Not only has she learned enough about this place to realize that it's highly unlikely that anyone else will follow, nobody she left behind should— and some could never.
Her smile persists, though it doesn't quite reach her eyes, and she shakes her head dismissively.]
Everyone does, one way or another, don't they? That's just how people are. Things break, whether we like it or not.
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[ Flawed beyond her comprehension. She sounds like she hates them, but that wouldn't be the truth. To her, they're just animals who learned how to talk, and whatever they end up doing is just in their nature. Can't hate nature. ]
So, who is it for you, then? I bet it's some old love.
[ Mordred, that's a personal question... ]
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[But there are plenty who are— she certainly can't argue that. She clasps her hands neatly in front of her as she watches another person take their turn leaping through the flames, once again unscathed. Whether or not it actually works, it's still impressive.]
As for who it is— it's a little more complicated than that.
['Love,' for one of the people who comes to mind, seems too strong a word, though it rang truer than not. For the other...]
Closer to family, I think. What about you? If you were to pick someone.
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[ She did everything right, and it wasn't enough to be accepted by the king. Burning down everything the king held dear was her proudest moment. To hell with them all. ]
But I suppose I could call it a family thing, too. [ If she were to pick someone... ] You gonna try it, then?
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[At least, that's how she's choosing to look at it. Whether or not that's how it's actually intended, that's the sentiment that's drawn her interest. She pauses for a moment, thoughtful before she nods in response.]
You know, I think I will. Nothing to lose after all, right?
[That said, she prepares to march herself right over to the person handing out amulets. One, please!]
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[ She's not sure why she's surprised at the girl actually going through with it, they've both pretty much agreed that there's no harm in trying. ]
Tell me if you feel anything different, okay? And if the ritual goes wrong and you somehow catch on fire, I give you my word that I'll lop all of their heads off.
[ That... won't help the lady on fire... ]
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[She shrugs, offering Mordred another smile before she takes hold of the amulet given to her and puts it around her neck, careful to pull her hair back just enough that it doesn't get trapped beneath the cord. If nothing else, she's pretty handy with fire on her own, under normal circumstances, and seeing so many others jump through it without incident tells her there really isn't much of a risk involved.]
Well. Good to know someone's looking out for me.
[Sure, it won't help her, but her amusement at Mordred's 'offer' is plain enough.
She draws in a sharp breath as the last person in the line before her takes their turn jumping through the flames, curling her gloved fingers into tight fists at her sides until she's given the queue to take her turn. With a single nod, she pushes off with one foot and runs towards the bonfire, leaping through without another moment's hesitation.
It's quick— she feels the flash of heat and the rush of adrenaline, but she looks none the worse for wear when she lands on the other side in a low crouch, one knee nearly touching the ground as she reaches down with one hand for balance.
Really, that wasn't bad at all!]