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balancedlightWho: Svetlana and OTA and a prompt for Goodsir
What: Trying to figure this new life out
When: Days surrounding the meeting
Where: All over!.
Content Warnings: TBD!
I. The blizzard sculptured on the glass - Closed to Goodsir
The cheer she had upon her arrival has diminished only slightly, the light in her steps and her eyes gone. This - creature - is far beyond her experience, and even if she had all of her powers, she wouldn’t be able to do a damn thing to stop it.
Is it part of the balance? Is it not? She’s not really willing to entertain the idea. Still, she dons the best coat she could find and sets off to see Goodsir, hoping against hope that this is the right sort of distraction that she needs to banish her dark mood - the sort of bad mood that says this could get so much worse if she loses control again.
II. Designs of arrows and of whorls - OTA
Svetlana does not like sitting around helpless. She also doesn’t like being alone. Not after what happened, not after she nearly destroyed Moscow for it. So she is endlessly nosy, offering to carry wood or cook a meal. She hasn’t made anything more extensive than frozen dumplings in a while, but there are some tricks she knows to make food last a little longer. She’ll certainly find a reason to stick around, if only to strike up a conversation.
She finds herself an open cabin and begins moving things around inside, and a deluge of Russian swears will no doubt filter through the open door and windows. She does eventually walk out and beats a poor threadbare rug to death with a broom as punishment, but there is a lot of work to do. And if she’s stuck here with a damn monster, snow storms, no television, and no magic, then she’s going to take it out on something. It might as well be the sparse furniture.
III. All things vanished within - OTA (with a potential rescuer needed!)
Her explorations eventually lead her down to the basin, where she walks confidently out onto the ice, like someone born of it. It’s peaceful here, she notes, like this place was created with the sole purpose of being a refuge from the rest of the world. Sveta’s a city girl at heart, but she can appreciate a little nature here and there.
She brings a book with her, something in English that she can’t quite decipher, and practices finding words that she does know, circling the ones she doesn’t to make note of later. She’ll welcome any distractions at this point, though they’ll likely just be asked to be her human(ish) dictionary.
At some point, Sveta ventures out onto the ice a little too far. There was once a hole there for fishing, something no doubt carved only a while ago, but the edges of the hole have mostly sealed. Enough that she misses it when she scouts the ice ahead. Not enough that it doesn’t give way under an errant boot. She goes down with a yelp.
What: Trying to figure this new life out
When: Days surrounding the meeting
Where: All over!.
Content Warnings: TBD!
A candle burned on the table. A candle burned.
I. The blizzard sculptured on the glass - Closed to Goodsir
The cheer she had upon her arrival has diminished only slightly, the light in her steps and her eyes gone. This - creature - is far beyond her experience, and even if she had all of her powers, she wouldn’t be able to do a damn thing to stop it.
Is it part of the balance? Is it not? She’s not really willing to entertain the idea. Still, she dons the best coat she could find and sets off to see Goodsir, hoping against hope that this is the right sort of distraction that she needs to banish her dark mood - the sort of bad mood that says this could get so much worse if she loses control again.
II. Designs of arrows and of whorls - OTA
Svetlana does not like sitting around helpless. She also doesn’t like being alone. Not after what happened, not after she nearly destroyed Moscow for it. So she is endlessly nosy, offering to carry wood or cook a meal. She hasn’t made anything more extensive than frozen dumplings in a while, but there are some tricks she knows to make food last a little longer. She’ll certainly find a reason to stick around, if only to strike up a conversation.
She finds herself an open cabin and begins moving things around inside, and a deluge of Russian swears will no doubt filter through the open door and windows. She does eventually walk out and beats a poor threadbare rug to death with a broom as punishment, but there is a lot of work to do. And if she’s stuck here with a damn monster, snow storms, no television, and no magic, then she’s going to take it out on something. It might as well be the sparse furniture.
III. All things vanished within - OTA (with a potential rescuer needed!)
Her explorations eventually lead her down to the basin, where she walks confidently out onto the ice, like someone born of it. It’s peaceful here, she notes, like this place was created with the sole purpose of being a refuge from the rest of the world. Sveta’s a city girl at heart, but she can appreciate a little nature here and there.
She brings a book with her, something in English that she can’t quite decipher, and practices finding words that she does know, circling the ones she doesn’t to make note of later. She’ll welcome any distractions at this point, though they’ll likely just be asked to be her human(ish) dictionary.
At some point, Sveta ventures out onto the ice a little too far. There was once a hole there for fishing, something no doubt carved only a while ago, but the edges of the hole have mostly sealed. Enough that she misses it when she scouts the ice ahead. Not enough that it doesn’t give way under an errant boot. She goes down with a yelp.
