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.

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[purplishgreen]

"The woods aren't safe."

It's a gentle warning, delivered from Shiala who's found the best point of high vantage she can locate: up a tree, perched on a thick branch. Now, though, she leaps down, slowing her fall automatically with a small biotic exertion. Blue energy flickers around her, then fades as she touches gracefully into the ground.

"Unless you're prepared to defend yourself."

[triplelindy]

After taking an hour or two on his own to take a better look around, Sam's decided to take a break in the park.

It's more of a forced break, really, but since he's alone it's easier to relax and not push himself so hard. He doesn't feel like his lungs are trying to escape his body, so that's a plus. He's feeling pretty weak overall, though, so taking a minute is a good idea.

He's sitting at one of the picnic tables, examining the communicator the Cape has oh so helpfully provided. If there's a way to go back and search through posts from before...well, he'll try to find a way regardless.

The small storm is hard to miss, though, and he keeps glancing up in that direction, puzzled when it suddenly disappears. This is why he's able to catch sight of her, so distracted he is from his original task.

She's not too far away, so she should be able to hear him call out - "Some storm, huh?"

It's a greeting of sorts.

[tryingitall]

Balthazar has been making foraging trips every other day since Raphael taught him to spot plants. He feels a bit silly about it, wandering from field to forest with a basket and a couple jars, filling them with greens or dandelion blooms or snips of herbs. There are mushrooms, too, but he doesn't want to pick those without Raphael's reassurance that they're not going to kill anyone. Or, you know, give them psychadelic visions.

In any case, he's far enough from the town to see the storm kick up, and that's something he hasn't seen happen around here before. It's worth checking out, and Meja may not have gone far before an angel lands a few feet away from her, with a flap of wings and a clink of jars colliding gently in the basket under his arm. "Damn it, did I break...no? Good. Hello."

He glances up belatedly at the newcomer, expression shifting from irritation to interest. She's pretty. "Got caught in the rain, did we? Are you new?"

[packpapa]

Heightened senses picking up the strange and abrupt alteration in the atmosphere, Derek looks up mere seconds before the change in weather becomes obvious, as fleeting as it is, and he hears the storm coming from the direction of the woods.

He doesn't stop to think before he's running out in that direction, not too far away as luck would have, and he stops when he finds a spot recently dampened by rain. It's the faint scent of wolves that really intrigues him, though, it's not strong enough to belong to one, but it's possible that whoever was here has been in contact with some. On top of that, there's the strange scents of nature mingling in with whoever they're emitting from.

It doesn't take long to follow it, tracking it to its source, and as she comes into sight, an unfamiliar woman, he approaches from behind with caution.

"What are you?"