'Ere the world ❆

[wolfofmidgard]

Who: Meja & you (open)
When: Day 115
What: Magic, plants, attempts at being scholarly.
Where: The community garden, or thereabouts.

Initially, she ventures out to the garden at night — magic can occupy her time when everyone is asleep. Meja brings her notebook with her, along with a blanket to ensure it stays dry and a sack full of stones. She's been writing down everything she can remember from her teachings with Fenrir, even basic rules and exercises. Magic is fickle, her teacher had informed her, and you must not give it a chance to bite.

That had mattered more when she'd been mortal, but still. It was a good thing to keep in mind, especially in terms of damaging her surroundings on accident.

She can be found at the garden in early and late morning, with her hood over her head and a collection of flat stones at her feet, a throwing dagger in hand. The Asgardian steel won't bend, won't break, and so whittling a single rune into each stone isn't difficult. Just time-consuming. A handful of stones are finished, sitting next to her notebook, but she hasn't started her experiments yet. A few more stones first. There's a light mist in the air that only goes a few feet away from the garden itself, something to give the plants a boost at the time of day that they drink the most. And every so often, her gloves glint and glow, the physical sign of the conditions she's maintaining.

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[nevermindtherunning]

"Yes, well I imagine you're more educated in such things more than most here. Not that's a bad thing, mind." He nods to her with a simple smile.

"Don't mind me, continue on! I'll just watch."

[wolfofmidgard]

"It seems to exist, in a very different capacity, in at least one other world." Meja shrugs and takes up another stone, beginning to carve. "What's it like where you're from?"

[nevermindtherunning]

There's almost a twinkle in his eye, "My home no longer exists." There's a faint smile upon his face as he speaks,"I'm a traveler of time and space... I'm not human, even though I may look like one."

And somehow this conversation never got old for him.

[wolfofmidgard]

"Oh. I'm sorry to hear that." Meja briefly drags her lower lip between her teeth, wondering if it's prudent to ask anymore. But when he mentions that he isn't human, that seems the logical point to pursue. Away from any bad memories. "There's a lot of that 'not human but resembles one' going on here. Is it all right if I ask what you are? I'm not human, either. Anymore, at least; I used to be human."

[nevermindtherunning]

"Time Lord." He tilts his head up towards her, "And you...?" He didn't sense she was different, but the more time he spent here, the less and less things made sense and the more and more lines started to blur.

[wolfofmidgard]

She raises a brow slightly. Time Lord. That's very impressive-sounding... or pompous, like something an Aesir would name themselves. She can't really decide which. "Valkyrie," she replies, with a smile. "Do you really lord over time, then?"

Back home, this would be a logical question. She supposes that it's logical here, too.

[nevermindtherunning]

"Yes and no. I'm the last of my people, and yet I was probably one of the least favored... I don't quite carry on the traditions as I have ran away many years ago and have been traveling ever since. We're an old and ancient race and used to stand by and observe all of time and creation. So much of that is now different."

The Time Lords had made a few shifty transactions and brought too much attention to them, and eventually causing their end.

[wolfofmidgard]

Perhaps it's more of a pompous thing, then, but Meja won't speak ill of the dead. Particularly not to the last Time Lord. Sometimes it only seems like yesterday that Meja was facing being one of the last of her own kind, too.

"Observing all of time and space? That's quite a bit of responsibility to take on."

[nevermindtherunning]

There's a small smile upon his lips, "Exactly why I ran away." There was just too much to see and do. He couldn't stand being idle and letting this pass him by when he could be exploring.

The Doctor was never good about even going to school. "Learning these symbols and hoping using them properly is quite a responsibility too."

[wolfofmidgard]

Running away has never been an option, for Meja, save for one occasion. It's certainly been possible, but would have accomplished very little aside from a catastrophe where Ragnarök was concerned. She can certainly understand the impulse, however, having run away from home for a few days after her mother had died. It hadn't been a good time in her life, and she'd been dragged back by the local authority. In her town, there had been nowhere to run; they'd been too far from other settlements.

"It's a lot to learn," she agrees, steering the conversation gently. "You, ah, tend to light things on fire a lot when you're just starting. If you're me, anyway. But I've copied down everything I remember"—she nods at her notebook—"so I can consult it if there's a need."

[nevermindtherunning]

The whites of his teeth show as he tapped the side of his head, "All up here." He did hold some history text books in his TARDIS, where ever that may be, so he wasn't completely doing this alone. However, it was rare that he consulted them. Usually life had a funny way of working.

Brushing off his trousers, "Welp, I better leave you to this, then." He'd gladly stick around and watch, but knew there were other things to attend to.

[wolfofmidgard]

Meja smiles. Carving is dull work, after all, and even more dull to watch. "All right. But don't be a stranger, Doctor."