from the land of the ice and snow

[wolfofmidgard]

Who: Meja, and you (open)
When: Days 220 - 224
Where: Anywhere and everywhere!
What: Catch-all for Meja during the event. Prowling up tunnels, resting in rooms, or trying to figure things out in one of the libraries. She could be anywhere. c:
Warnings: Violence, almost certainly.

{tunnels}

This is not a foreign experience for Meja, even if the trappings might be a little different from what she remembers of Svartalfaheimr. Namely, it almost looks far too old for Svartalfaheimr, and she has to wonder if she's dreaming it. Or if, maybe, there's some pocket in a mountain where Dwarves haven't moved into the current age from the old one.

But then her hand brushes against her phone, and she realizes. This is the Center. Or maybe it's... part of the Center. Who knows? If anyone does, they certainly aren't telling.

If it's the Center, it's a lot more... lively than she remembers, as a spider immediately tries to subdue her the second it scuttles into view. After dealing with it, Meja considers trying to put a message out. But she has suspicions about what this is — occasionally, having a Dwarven friend who loves to drunkenly tell stories is a blessing — and wants to confirm them. That requires more information.

So she picks herself up, draws her swords, and heads along the tunnels to try and find something that isn't tunnels.

{library}

Easier said than done, it seems, as Meja finally collapses into a heavy wooden chair in a room that looks as though it hasn't been touched for years. A heavy layer of dust makes her cough as she opens a nearby tome that was never put away. Family trees, it seems. Dwarven, which at least confirms some of her thoughts.

She gives the closed door a wary glance, knowing anything at all could come strolling in, before she starts to dig through a pile of parchment. At least this place has information she can make use of. Still, she wishes Áleifr were here, just so she could question someone who wasn't a magic-warped creature. And the Dwarf certainly knew how to lift an atmosphere.