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WHO: Lark, OTA (Closed starter also included)
WHERE: Temba: Glownie Pens, The Fountain, The Hotel 'Lobby'
WHAT: Lark Doing Her Thread Thing
WHEN: August
WARNINGS: Tony and Lark are going to be flirting

1. Glownie Grooming | Animal Nursery | OTA
Sometimes it was just nice to be near the source, so to speak. Today was one of those days. Lark had decided she needed a day off of her attempts at slow magical weaving (a process slowed by having one of her watchers out exploring) and instead carried herself and some tools out to see the glownies.

The beasts were, as was to be expected, shy at first of the woman who sat on a rolled out blanket on the grass. Maybe it was the connection of her magic, or her life as an Earth Temple dedicate, or just plain animal curiosity that brought parts of the herd to investigate as she hummed to herself and pulled wool from a bag to card it into proper form for later spinning. Or maybe she just smelled like glownie, what with the working of the wool. Either way one little beast finally decided it wanted attention and Lark laughed as she had to put the carding sticks away given the glownie head butting into her chest.

"Oh you sweet thing," she laughed, stroking its head gently. "Do you not get enough attention with so many keepers away?"

She hoped they weren't lonely. And that they didn't need special feeding. She had no clue where their things were stored anyway.

2. Free Meditation Time | Hotel Lobby | OTA
It was hot. That was something that could not be easily argued. Lark, as much as she preferred to spend time in her own space when meditating, her work space felt hot and enclosed. So she had moved herself down to the hotel lobby to seek a cooler space to settle herself down. This early afternoon she was seated right on the cool stone of the floor, a large circle of thread circling herself. Her eyes were closed, her hands folded in her lap, and his attention turned inward. Until she heard footsteps.

Lark opened an eye and saw the one approaching and nodded to them. And, given she wasn't alone, she wasn't the only one reacting. A large dog, nearly as large as a wolfhound and with curly ivory colored fur, scrambled to his feet and bound from the circle to sniff at the newcomer.

"Warm day, yes?" she asked, before patting the floor near here. "It's cooler if you sit on the stone. Little Bear."

The crisp snap of the dog's name had Bear look back over his shoulder toward her and after a moment he trotted to her side and laid down again.

3. Fantasy World Queens | Fountain Area | Closed to Moonshade
If there was one person that Lark was happy to spend time with if it was asked for, it was Moonshade. The woman felt more familiar to her than many others, and the woman had brought her silk fibers. Of course she was happy to make time.

And, after their agreed upon meditation Lark had been happy to take the woman's suggestion to retire to the cooler air near the fountain for their work. Lark sat herself down straddling the rim of the fountain so she might leave one foot in the cool water and the other on the ground. She watched as Moonshade settled in to prepare her own craft work, and also for her wolfhound sized dog to settle down after some splashing in the fountain before she pulled out her own silk so she could spin.

"Do tell me, dear Moonshade, if Little Bear starts to bother you or your companion."

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Ikora waited patiently while Lark meditated. She preferred the open air of the Jedi temple but each person found their peace where they could.

“It is a bit warm,” Ikora said as she approached the last few feet. She knelt down in front of Lark and her circle of string, mindful it was most likely a ward of some kind. “I hope I am not interrupting.”

She could easily leave and return but Lark had invited her. “We discussed sharing more about our sources of power. I thought you might have a free afternoon.”

Ah, there it is. Ikora. Lark rises to her feet and moves to the edge of the circle. Merely leaning down to touch the thread broke it, and Lark took it back up, spooling it around a stick she had for the purpose. Knowing that their quiet time was over, Little Bear bounced to his feet with a joyous bark.

"Yes yes, you may go play now," she told the dog before turning her attention to Ikora. "My afternoon is very free to you."

This was place was strange. But Terra was absolutely determined to explore and see who he could help out. So as he came upon the scene of one of the beasts with their head in the lady's lap, he just stopped. He was still at a small distance and these things had definitely taken a look at him as he'd moved carefully through their herd. Startling them wasn't in his nature and he respected other living things enough not to try and scare them.

Moving just a little closer, one of the things just rushed right past him out of nowhere and half startled the keyblade wielder, but now he was close enough to hear the lady speak.

"So you..have seen these creatures before?"

Ikora watched the dog run off. They were somewhat rare in the Last City but always a welcome sight.

"Thank you for making time for me." She tilted her head towards her with a brief hint of a smile. "Would you like to return to your rooms or speak here?"

She gestured to the lobby which was certainly cooler than most places with the stone. They held the temperature from the cooler night. Though if she was more comfortable in her room they could return there.

Shiro, predictably, happened to be passing by when he came across the pasture and a familiar face amongst the glownie. He paused at the fence, watching for the longest time without saying a word, seeing that she was trying to earn their trust and not wanting distract them if one should recognize his voice. He couldn't help himself though when she said that comment.

"I don't know... clearly they aren't getting enough attention here."

"I will always, quite happily, make time for you Ikora," Lark promised with a warm smile. "And I am quite comfortable here. I'm just trying to avoid the summer heat today."

And really, the stone was familiar.

The man's approach was of course noted by Lark, but mostly because the Glownies didn't seem as comfortable with them. While Lark couldn't sense their distress, she did hear the noises of it and see the way that his advancement shifted the herd.

"Yes. They are glownies. We keep them for wool and food. And you are very new. I am Lark, please come and sit with me a time."

His voice brings her gaze up and Lark smiles warmly at Shiro. One might wonder, after all this time, if she smiled in any way other than warmly. As it was she put a hand to her breast and offered a solemn nod to him, a proper greeting in the circle.

"Good day to you, Shiro. I've been trying to card wool, but it seems I've their attention. Not that I mind such sweet company."

"Thank you, I appreciate you taking time with me."

Since they weren't going to leave, she made herself more comfortable. Ophiuchus also appeared, hovering near by in case he was needed for projections or answers about the Light. The ghost was an expert in his own right.

"You never get to ask many questions when you're weaving," she said with a small smile. "I am constantly questioning you."

He smiled back, leaning on the fence. He gave her a nod in greeting when she greeted him.

"Perhaps they are curious, wondering what you are doing there. I'm sure they've never seen anyone actually doing anything with wool... or they are like other animals and can't have anyone seemingly ignoring them."

Perhaps they are curious indeed. But they are absolutely sweet creatures.

"Perhaps it is that. I know Little Bear feels the same way. I had to leave him in my rooms because I didn't trust him around these sweet beasts," she laughed. "So Shiro, how have you been?"

Again she wanted to say she always would, but perhaps that was just a bit much reassurance. She rearranged herself to sit more comfortably and chuckled over the observation.

"Very true. Questions about myself or magic as I know it are easier to offer when I'm in a pattern. But to learn something knew it should be given due attention and that might pull me away. Caution, I have learned many times, is the best way to protect oneself from great spells."

"Guardians like myself are not known for caution. Some of us take our time before facing great danger but we have the ability to change our destiny, so why be cautious?" She used to believe that quite heavily and in some ways still did.

"But we don't work spells like you. The Light lets us manipulate energy but we are better suited to destruction instead of creation, like you." Ikora smiled a little bit.

She couldn't weave with the Void for example.

Change their destiny? Well now she has to ask about that later.

"Destruction is merely part of the circle of creation. Things can never be truly destroyed. Only changed. So I think perhaps you are still part of creation. Just in a less direct fashion."

"Little Bear? I don't know that I have had the pleasure to meet him." He figured it was a pet - or a familiar - given that she didn't really trust him around the glownie. "I have been doing well. At least as good as to be expected. How about you?"

Terra started to walk towards the woman when one of the glownies as they'd been termed decided that it was going to kick its heels up and run past him for no reason. So that of course made him hesitate for a moment before it seemed safe to cross that odd space and head over.

"For food?" the keyblade wielder asked, as he watched a pair of them seem to rub their heads against each other. What odd creatures, but they were almost cute and he was positive that Ven would love them.

And if that one ever showed up here, he wasn't going to be the one to tell Ven that these animals were eaten.

There was only so much destruction a soul could take. Ikora remembered the day Zavala put down his guns and picked up tools to rebuild the Last City instead of simply defend it.

"We are working towards rebuilding but it's the people of the City that do most of the hard work. They want to survive as much as we do and risk everything because they cannot be revived."

A Guardian lived many lives over and over. Everyone else just got one.

“Revived?” Lark prompted, for that didn’t sound like something she truly understood. Surely the woman did not mean what Lark thought she meant.

“Yes. I do not think they are used for that as much as for other things,” Lark admitted with a shrug. It would be very saddening if they were. They were wonderful creatures.

“Such is the way of the world, is it not?”

“Ah yes, I suppose not,” Lark answered him. “Little Bear is a dog that belonged to some of the children I most recently helped to raise. I awoke not two mornings ago and found him in my bed, the rascal. I do not know how he came to be here. Surely not as a hero.”

She hoped. Please don’t let the mutt be such a thing.

“I have been doing as well as might be expected of a woman in the strangest adventure of her life.”

"Guardians can be revived by their ghosts when we die." She tilted her head towards Ophiuchus. "We have what are called paracasual abilities. We can our destiny through the Light and our ghosts."

Ikora was hundreds of years old because of Ophiuchus and being very powerful. That helped her live while many others, even Guardians, die.

Like Cayde.

"Huh... well, that's very interesting that he would end up here. I hope he's not intended to try and save this world. More likely a companion for you, I'd guess."

He chuckled. "Sounds like a good explanation there. I think we can all feel the same way."

Moonshade has a skin stretched on a wooden frame, tied with pieces of sinew. The tool she uses for scraping it is made of well-worn bone, the only item she has from back home.

"He's fine. I've never really spent much time with dogs--we try to keep our wolves as close to their natural wild roots as possible, not interfering with their pack structure or breeding. But Little Bear seems to be a very noble creature, for his kind."

"Used." Terra couldn't help but make a slightly disgusted face at that thought. He recalled seeing a lot of animals on different worlds. And while he hadn't given it a lot of thought at the time, these weren't in a pen or domesticated or anything.

They seemed like they were roaming free and did people just come out and..no. He didn't want to finish that thought. So his blue eyes turned to his companion instead of focusing on the creatures.

"They just seem so friendly."

Edited 2021-08-17 05:44 (UTC)

Well, these were not domesticated, yes, but they were in a pen. This whole structure was meant to keep animals, and had been meant that way before people had come here. But yes, they were a bit free range.

"They are," she agreed. That didn't mean they didn't have multiple purposes.

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