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neriumoleander) wrote2014-09-24 07:52 pm
neriumoleander) wrote2014-09-24 07:52 pm
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On the Pond (Joel, Open)
About a half mile from Grimhilde Manor, beyond the land and in a thicket of overgrown trees, there lies a deep pond. It teems with life. Shimmers with magic and the surface is particularly exquisite under the full moon. It has been Nerium's place, since she was a child. Lonely and wandering her woods, she found the fish and frogs there not to be potion ingredients, but charming companions. Today there is another world there. Ruled by a family of mischievous water nymphs borne of a spell of Nerium's long ago. Magic breeds magic and soon the pond was home to grindylows, ashrays, bunyip, and kappas - even miniature hippocamps. They regard Nerium as a goddess. For her, they are her closest friends - along with the ravens and other creatures of the manor.
She often floats a canoe to the center to think or reflect on a new spell. Today she is there with a book in hand, and several others resting at the floor of the canoe. She is a bookseller now, during Rose's occasional stints at The Quill, and she must make her role believable. So she's gathered an assortment of books, those highly recommended and sought after. Others considered classics.
Nerium is unsure how she feels about this boy wizard. He who survived a curse from the the great dark lord.
"It is in poor taste to attack a child. But his wrong is seeking power for purely selfish gain. One will always be corrupted by the great dark forces if they are not dealt with accordingly. Sacrifice and worship." The water nymphs lean against the side of her boat, ever a captive audience. "Though this so-called hero is insufferable. Who cares of sport when there is magic to learn? Certainly all his brilliance comes from his female friend."
Perhaps Nerium likes the bushy-haired girl. Even if she was born of humans. Her power is the same.
She often floats a canoe to the center to think or reflect on a new spell. Today she is there with a book in hand, and several others resting at the floor of the canoe. She is a bookseller now, during Rose's occasional stints at The Quill, and she must make her role believable. So she's gathered an assortment of books, those highly recommended and sought after. Others considered classics.
Nerium is unsure how she feels about this boy wizard. He who survived a curse from the the great dark lord.
"It is in poor taste to attack a child. But his wrong is seeking power for purely selfish gain. One will always be corrupted by the great dark forces if they are not dealt with accordingly. Sacrifice and worship." The water nymphs lean against the side of her boat, ever a captive audience. "Though this so-called hero is insufferable. Who cares of sport when there is magic to learn? Certainly all his brilliance comes from his female friend."
Perhaps Nerium likes the bushy-haired girl. Even if she was born of humans. Her power is the same.
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It's been difficult.
It's been difficult, and she doesn't know what to do with herself. Everything's even more complicated than it had been before, somehow, and it's the sound of the bugs in the trees, the crunch of twigs under her feet that's a little calming. Raleigh can hear running water, and she veers left towards it, because she's brought her lunch and she wouldn't mind sitting at the edge of a creek in order to eat it - but what she hardly expects is- well.
A pond. And a boat. And there's a woman in the boat, but none of those things are what has Raleigh staring with her eyes wide and her mouth agape.
It's the- the people who are very much not sort of looking like people that are leaning on the side of the canoe, but somehow not pulling it into the water, and somehow the sucked in breath of surprise seems incredibly loud.
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She lets the girl approach before she waves her hand and the magic of the pond disappears behind an illusion of normalcy. Better left her questioning reality or a trick of the mind than performing a memory wipe on something so trivial. Confusion is a far grander state to create in any case.
Nerium appears to row the boat ashore. She stands and calls out. "You should not be here. This is my family's land."
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Shit. Well, at least the lady didn't have a shotgun? "I'm- I'm just sort of leaving, then, I'm sorry, I didn't touch anything, and I'm not a hunter, okay?"
Stupid. Stupid, stupid. She realised suddenly that walking in the woods was stupid, because even if it wasn't a lady in a boat, she wasn't wearing orange and could totally be mistaken for a very loud, clumsy deer.
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"No, no hunter would have made it so far into these woods." She cocks her head at the girl. The human girl in her part of the wood. "This is not an easy path to find. There are dangers abound in these parts. How did you make your way here?"
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"I just sort of.... went. You know?" She's hoping that the woman understands, and doesn't think she like.... did whatever she seemed to be implying. That Raleigh just like, zapped herself here, or whatever, maybe? "I didn't see any signs or anything, if I had, I wouldn't have come in this far. I didn't mean to trespass or whatever, I swear."
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"You must have wandered far from your trail. This is an unforgiving part of the wood for those who are unfamiliar."
She nods into the woods and a trail appears. Thin and winding, but distinct enough to follow. "There. That trail will return you to safer paths Raleigh Harper. I would advise you not to travel these parts again."
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Shit. "Okay. I guess- Just... Thanks?" She backs up a step, before she finally turns and hurries down the path, not even sure what just happened.