from the land of the ice and snow ❆

[wolfofmidgard]

Who: Meja, & open
What: A Valkyrie wakes up in the Cape. A tiny storm brews and then, suddenly, vanishes.
Where: The woods, park, and town.
When: Day 103

All at once, the lack of a presence is both painfully overwhelming and difficult to comprehend. It's as though something more important than gravity, yet more difficult to see than the wind, is gone. The disconnect is sudden, and she can't seem to remember falling asleep. Yet here she is, in woods she doesn't recognize with something around her wrist that... is entirely unfamiliar. She doesn't own any electronics; they don't like traveling between Realms. What's more, this one talks. "We hope you enjoy your stay." Meja blinks, fighting for consciousness. She doesn't sleep, why is this difficult? And then, as she staggers to her feet, it comes to her.

She can't feel Yggdrasil anymore.

The source of her second lease on life is missing. How is that even possible? Meja turns to the tree she's leaning on and presses her ear against the trunk. Yes, she can feel this tree. It's healthy (though grumpy — something about a burning incident), but it's not connected to Yggdrasil. Somehow, even waking up in a strange forest, with a technological wristband, is less unnerving than suddenly being away from the entity that holds the Nine Realms together. Is this some sort of pocket realm? Perhaps it's a trick by the Dökkálfar, and she isn't in her right mind to sense Yggdrasil at all.

A rumble interrupts her thoughts, and suddenly she realizes that her confusion and tension have whipped up a tiny storm of sorts, darkening the sky around this part of the woods. Though the droplets on her face make her feel less alienated, she holds up her hand. Small glints of light, making soft noises like distant cries, shine from her gloved hand as she disperses the storm. It clears in a matter of minutes, restoring sunlight to the forest once more.

Muninn is missing as well, she notices. Surely her raven friend would be the most disgruntled at being separated from the World Tree. He would be unable to seek out his brother for their immature little bouts of insults, which she'd come to understand as their way of touching bases.

"Muninn?" she calls, loudly, but only silence greets her. She's still feeling rather groggy, unintentionally strengthening her Norwegian accent. "This isn't funny, dumming... And it's not my new home."

Still without an answer, Meja sighs. She has all of her belongings, at least. Sweeping the hood from her head, she keeps her white cloak unglamoured — for now — and proceeds through the woods. She keeps her weapons sheathed, but also keeps her senses on alert for anything else in the woods. At first, all it gets her is the scuffle of running hares. But as she walks, she slowly makes out a small number of buildings through a large expanse of what seems to be a park. A town?

She takes a deep breath, still comfortably inside of the woods, and runs a gloved hand through her short platinum-blond hair. Time to see where I am. She's more nervous about it than she'd like, but the buildings she can see are of a style that she... hasn't laid eyes on in a long, long time.

On the other hand, she'll learn nothing in the woods. So, slowly, she proceeds forward.

Comments

[wolfofmidgard]

"That would be very kind of you, thank you." While the town doesn't seem especially large, at least from this distance, she'll have more time for exploration later. Finding her 'home base', as it were, should take importance, and she moves to follow him. "It's a little strange that our captors are visibly absent and yet micro-managing."

[packpapa]

He shrugs with a grunt of acknowledgement, to let her know he's listening, even though it's been a long time since anyone's thought of him as anything close to kind.

"Personally, I find it more infuriating than strange," he admits, leading them out of the woodlands and towards the walkways. "You should probably know that touching the cameras or attempting to leave aren't the best things to do."

[wolfofmidgard]

Meja can't say that she's surprised, all things considered, and glances up at the nearest camera. "Why? What happens?" she asks carefully.

[packpapa]

"The cameras get replaced, even if it means knocking you out to do it. And escaping is impossible, but the chance of getting mauled by something trying is high."

[wolfofmidgard]

"So don't touch the cameras. Got it," she notes, with a wry smile. It might not stop her, but she's glad to have the warning. "Does mauling happen very often?"

[packpapa]

"Not while I've been here." In fact, there's been a lot less of it here than there is back in Beacon Hills, but she doesn't need to know that. "I appreciated the warning when I first got here, though."

[wolfofmidgard]

"It's always good to know when mauling is a possibility."

Her tone is exceptionally dry, but then, she's used to things of that nature. When you've been attacked by Jotunn and dragons, and even bigger creatures, bears — even of the mechanical kind — don't do much to frighten you.

"If it does ever become a problem," she adds, "I can heal wounds of that nature."

Capable of healing and willing to heal are two different things, but Meja is always willing to help. Even if it's someone she hardly knows.

[packpapa]

He rolls his eyes, but there's the slightest hint that implies he could possibly be amused.

"You have healing powers." It's as dry as her tone had been, stating rather than asking, because of course there's someone else here who's more powerful than he is. "Is there anything else you can do that I should know about?" It's a little hypocritical, but he's almost certain he's the one at a disadvantage.

[wolfofmidgard]

"I think that I've covered the basics, now," Meja chuckles in reply, smiling. A Valkyrie's ability to control the weather to suit their needs, and to heal others, is the basis of what makes a Valkyrie — a Lightforged Valkyrie — stick out in the Nine Realms as something you don't want to tangle with.

Luckily for most, Valkyrie are concerned with the protection of others. Not harm for its own sake.

"And what of yourself?"