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revivalproject2021-05-01 01:59 pm
stitch_witch) wrote in revivalproject2021-05-01 01:59 pm
A Stitch In Time
WHO: Lark
WHERE: Central Temba
WHAT: A new arrival learning the world
WHEN: Early May (pre-event)
WARNINGS: None
1. Flocks Are Friends
Animals were not exactly the thing that Lark cared the most for. Not that she did not know how to handle some beasts. But exploration must in a new place, to understand how things worked here. And walking was a good thing for fitness. What she hadn't expected was the glowing pony-sheep with wool.
"Shhhh, come here," she cooed to one of the creatures, reaching out for one. Her fingers came away with loose bits of wool, for they leapt to her hand, clinging as if she was staticly charged. "You're so beautiful. I promise I will only use your wool for the finest threads and cloths."
Hand pulled back she pulled one hand in a pinching motion through the air above the other, and the stray wool leapt across the empty air, forming into a thick clump. The woman smiled at that and reached for the wooly creatures again.
"Does your wool remain glowing when it's free of you for a while? I wonder."
2. Grass is Greener
The greenhouse. In a way it's like being home, if only because it reminded her of Rosethorn's. Granted she also knew that wandering around too much in that space could get a rather sharp lecture from the other Dedicate. Still, the space is lovely, and Lark finds herself walking slowly through it in her green temple robes. The plants felt so... still. So quiet. Strange how she had grown used to watching plants catching deliberately at robes and skin because they were eager to touch Rosethorn. Then again, she understood that sentiment quite well.
"What a lovely space," she muses as she walks calmly through the paths. "I've never seen such a large hotbox. What a wonder."
Even Rosethorn's garden was not this large. No had Crane's greenhouse been so extensive
"Where did they get all of this glass?"
3. What Is This Technology?
Yes, she's spent quite a bit of time wandering around this place, trying to find answers and things she was comfortable with. When she returned to sit by the fountain, she pulled out the device she had been given from the leather pouch at her belt.
That left her frowning. IT was a piece of something, glass perhaps, with pictures on it. But what was it supposed to do? Lark touched a button and frowned, and it brought up something like a book, with a lot of text tied to pictures of plants.
"Oh dear, this is powerful magic."
WHERE: Central Temba
WHAT: A new arrival learning the world
WHEN: Early May (pre-event)
WARNINGS: None
1. Flocks Are Friends
Animals were not exactly the thing that Lark cared the most for. Not that she did not know how to handle some beasts. But exploration must in a new place, to understand how things worked here. And walking was a good thing for fitness. What she hadn't expected was the glowing pony-sheep with wool.
"Shhhh, come here," she cooed to one of the creatures, reaching out for one. Her fingers came away with loose bits of wool, for they leapt to her hand, clinging as if she was staticly charged. "You're so beautiful. I promise I will only use your wool for the finest threads and cloths."
Hand pulled back she pulled one hand in a pinching motion through the air above the other, and the stray wool leapt across the empty air, forming into a thick clump. The woman smiled at that and reached for the wooly creatures again.
"Does your wool remain glowing when it's free of you for a while? I wonder."
2. Grass is Greener
The greenhouse. In a way it's like being home, if only because it reminded her of Rosethorn's. Granted she also knew that wandering around too much in that space could get a rather sharp lecture from the other Dedicate. Still, the space is lovely, and Lark finds herself walking slowly through it in her green temple robes. The plants felt so... still. So quiet. Strange how she had grown used to watching plants catching deliberately at robes and skin because they were eager to touch Rosethorn. Then again, she understood that sentiment quite well.
"What a lovely space," she muses as she walks calmly through the paths. "I've never seen such a large hotbox. What a wonder."
Even Rosethorn's garden was not this large. No had Crane's greenhouse been so extensive
"Where did they get all of this glass?"
3. What Is This Technology?
Yes, she's spent quite a bit of time wandering around this place, trying to find answers and things she was comfortable with. When she returned to sit by the fountain, she pulled out the device she had been given from the leather pouch at her belt.
That left her frowning. IT was a piece of something, glass perhaps, with pictures on it. But what was it supposed to do? Lark touched a button and frowned, and it brought up something like a book, with a lot of text tied to pictures of plants.
"Oh dear, this is powerful magic."
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"What amazing magic," she said, clearly in awe. "I shall have many questions. What are all these other pictures for? The language seems... less than fluent."
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Billy flushed apologetically.
"Oh, um- yeah, the Agrii aren't so good at speaking our language. They're the ones that brought us here. So they used a lot of icons and stuff. This one shows you the different animals, and this one shows you the plants," he began listing off the different meanings.
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"Plants and animals seems a good choice."