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[he_shall_walk]

« Who: Venat and you (open!)
« What: catch all
« When: October-long
« Where: Venat's house, throughout Milton, in the nearby woods, at the fishing hole
« Notes: None yet. Working on backtags but wanted to have something up for October.

She had been the heart of a star for many an age.

A most lonely position, and a position largely apart. Even as she loved her people, suffered for her people, suffered the slings and arrows of the ages and even her own former countrymen's work, it was rare she got to talk to anyone. Twas not her place.

So even here, as people reconstruct supplies and homes and plans and relationships, Venat remains apart.

She may dance in the Community Hall for the amusement of others in the evenings, or out front of it during the day, this time with her chakrams flashing through the air to provide her practice. She may offer assistance if she is walking through town and sees someone who is struggling with something, be it to carry or push or pull or anything else. She may nod her head to others while she is in the basin, either ice fishing with self-made tools or hunting with her weapons. Anything she catches, she will prepare and offer to the group other than a small portion for herself. And she will most certainly venture down to the hot spring a time or two to wash off, something that she hasn't had to do in ages and which she takes a certain amount of delight in now. But largely, you will find her in front of her house on Blackrock Road, carving or whittling or otherwise working to create.

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[balancedlight]

Sveta is looking better, much better, than she did the first time they met. Her cheeks are a little pink from the cold, there's a hat jammed on her head that covers her ears, and she's wearing a coat that is a size too big, but there's an unmistakable happiness about her.

"Then I should join you," she decides. "I need a distraction from my work."

[he_shall_walk]

"No doubt," she says fondly as she offers an arm to her so that they can walk arm for a time. The closeness allows for greater warmth, after all.

"Are you so greatly burdened with work? No wonder, given recent events. But I hope it is not too sorely taxing upon thee."

[balancedlight]

"No," she assures her, taking the offered arm and walking close to her. "No, I have taken on some readings and notes from a former - colleague. I've been going over them for months."

[he_shall_walk]

"Do you find them vexing or fascinating or merely voluminous?" she asks cheerfully, since there's no telling when it comes to work.

[balancedlight]

"Fascinating," she decides, her mouth twisting slightly as she sobers. "Potentially important. But - sad, in a way. Doctor Hilbert was a very - practical man who perhaps cared for human life also in a very - practical way."

[he_shall_walk]

"One must wonder how much of his practicality came with him as opposed to adaptation to this new home," she says thoughtfully. She keeps walking as they go.

"Is your sadness for those he learned from or for the man himself?"

[balancedlight]

"Both," she admits. "He was - killed. By a creature. That - Darkwalker creature," she continues. "It devoured him from the hydrodam."

[he_shall_walk]

"Sorry am I for your loss, and for the loss to this community that he no doubt was," she says quietly, offering a squeeze to her arm.

"It has not been long, I assume."

[balancedlight]

"Months," she answers, trying to think back. "It was in the spring or - early summer."

[he_shall_walk]

"Not long at all then," she says, as her life has been measured in aeons. She has lived every one of those days, but some of them do blur in her recollection.

[balancedlight]

"It is long for this place," she argues. "It - " She frowns, picking at the gloves on her hands for a moment. "It seems years are crammed into months."

[he_shall_walk]

She considers that.

"I suppose in mourning, days may seem longer or shorter. And in survival, the same is true. Forgive me if I seemed insensitive."

[balancedlight]

"No," she says with a shake of her head. "No, you are not insensitive. But the days do not go quickly here. I don't want you to get the wrong idea."