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thebastion2013-11-04 10:16 am
earthandpine) wrote in thebastion2013-11-04 10:16 am
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Day 124: Whispering Grass
Who: Rosethorn and anyone
Open: Wide open!
When: Day 124
Where: The Skyway. Or (especially if someone's already found her) you can go ahead and run into her in the Bastion on the assumption she's arrived there eventually.
What: A disgruntled and confused plant mage arrives.
Format: I prefer prose, but I'll go with whatever!
Warnings: There's no well to hang you in, but I can't promise she won't find other threats to make. She won't follow through unless someone attacks her.
This was not the task First Dedicate Dokyi planned to assign her. Granted, Rosethorn does not yet know what that task is, but she knows he wouldn't have knocked her unconscious and dragged her off somewhere else to do it.
Where else is the question. She sits up, hands digging into the earth as she does, her magic stretching outward through the roots of plants. Gyongxe is a strange enough place, but this isn't Gyongxe. The plants aren't right, the land isn't right. Wide flat plains instead of mountains. Rosethorn can breathe without a struggle, her lungs filling easily. While that would normally be a reassuring thought, it means she's at an entirely different altitude now.
It's a relief not to be in the hands of the Emperor's torturers, which would have been her first worry given current events, but the complete unfamiliarity of her surroundings counters that relief with a whole new set of worries. As she gets to her feet, Rosethorn sends her magic further afield at the same time she looks around, using all of the plants within an easily accessible range to tell her more about her surroundings. They do tell her one thing. No Briar, at least not close by. If he were here, the grass would know. It would recognize him, and she could find him in an instant. That means he and Evvy are on their own now, without her in a country about to descend into war. She was the one who brought them there, in service to her faith, and now she's gone and left them. She would never have done it willingly. "Mila protect them," she mutters.
Something different is visible in the distance, farther away than she can reach with her power even by threading her way through the tangle of roots the grass makes underground. Rosethorn will have to get closer before she can knows anything about it. Without any other destination in mind, she sets out. Straightening her dark green robes, a quick check is enough of a reminder that none of her packs are with her. She isn't entirely unarmed, but a belt knife at her waist and a pouch with one or two thorn seed packets won't be enough to face a significant threat.
It's going to be a very a long walk considering she has no idea what awaits at the end. Rosethorn's only consolation is that at least her eyes and the grass beneath her feet will let her know of any danger. There isn't much place for an enemy to hide here.
Open: Wide open!
When: Day 124
Where: The Skyway. Or (especially if someone's already found her) you can go ahead and run into her in the Bastion on the assumption she's arrived there eventually.
What: A disgruntled and confused plant mage arrives.
Format: I prefer prose, but I'll go with whatever!
Warnings: There's no well to hang you in, but I can't promise she won't find other threats to make. She won't follow through unless someone attacks her.
This was not the task First Dedicate Dokyi planned to assign her. Granted, Rosethorn does not yet know what that task is, but she knows he wouldn't have knocked her unconscious and dragged her off somewhere else to do it.
Where else is the question. She sits up, hands digging into the earth as she does, her magic stretching outward through the roots of plants. Gyongxe is a strange enough place, but this isn't Gyongxe. The plants aren't right, the land isn't right. Wide flat plains instead of mountains. Rosethorn can breathe without a struggle, her lungs filling easily. While that would normally be a reassuring thought, it means she's at an entirely different altitude now.
It's a relief not to be in the hands of the Emperor's torturers, which would have been her first worry given current events, but the complete unfamiliarity of her surroundings counters that relief with a whole new set of worries. As she gets to her feet, Rosethorn sends her magic further afield at the same time she looks around, using all of the plants within an easily accessible range to tell her more about her surroundings. They do tell her one thing. No Briar, at least not close by. If he were here, the grass would know. It would recognize him, and she could find him in an instant. That means he and Evvy are on their own now, without her in a country about to descend into war. She was the one who brought them there, in service to her faith, and now she's gone and left them. She would never have done it willingly. "Mila protect them," she mutters.
Something different is visible in the distance, farther away than she can reach with her power even by threading her way through the tangle of roots the grass makes underground. Rosethorn will have to get closer before she can knows anything about it. Without any other destination in mind, she sets out. Straightening her dark green robes, a quick check is enough of a reminder that none of her packs are with her. She isn't entirely unarmed, but a belt knife at her waist and a pouch with one or two thorn seed packets won't be enough to face a significant threat.
It's going to be a very a long walk considering she has no idea what awaits at the end. Rosethorn's only consolation is that at least her eyes and the grass beneath her feet will let her know of any danger. There isn't much place for an enemy to hide here.
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He thought, what with how this place was explained and all, that she was gone. That he'd never see her ever again, but he wouldn't mistake that magic for anything. He couldn't. Not after bringing her back and being her student for four years.
Rosethorn! Coppercurls, she's... The rest of that thought to Tris isn't in words, just feelings. She's here.
And then he's running, following the power that he's known for so long.
It's okay, I don't either.
She knew it had to be Briar; who else could her rescuer of sorts possibly have been talking about? It didn't feel real though, not until her magic touched his. A part of her was braced for disaster and disappointment. Her own eyes or her own power were the only things she'd willingly trust with something so important.
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Rosethorn is here. He can see it, his magic can feel hers, the plants are turning...It's like he can actually rest now.
"Rosethorn!" He didn't really need to shout it, but...he wanted to hear her voice. It's been a while.
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Speech out loud may be unnecessary, but she drinks it in thirstily, further evidence that Briar's here and whole. "I'm glad you're safe, boy," she calls back.
Neither of them is prone to outright displays of affection. Rosethorn never trusted people's words completely, not after her own family's love rang hollow. The trappings aren't important to her. What she has with Lark and their foster kids is real enough that words and physical affection are hardly needed. Briar knows how important he is to her, and she knows he reciprocates it. That's enough.
Most days it is. Today, she'll wrap her arms around her boy the second she's close enough to manage it.
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He isn't all that fond of this mushy stuff, but it's Rosethorn. He ain't moss soft, but he isn't exactly a prickly briar when it has to do with her. Least ways, if she's okay. He can always deny it later, if anyone accuses him of being soft.
For now, he'll just hug her tight. "I missed you," he mutters. It might've only been a couple minutes for her, since time here is strange, but it's been days for him. Days where everyone told him she was dead.
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Rosethorn had only a few short minutes of mourning before being told Briar was safe. He didn't have that assurance. Briar has been here for who knows how long thinking he lost her. Her fingertips dig in a little more than she means them to as she checks him over, making sure he really is alright. She almost doesn't want to lose that contact, the tactile confirmation that Briar survived.
When she finally lets go, Rosethorn leaves a tendril of magic connecting them, hooking her power onto the edge of his. It's unnecessary, practically speaking, but the feel of familiar magic is a constant inpouring of relief. She can't quite bring herself to give it up just yet. And if he's been here on his own, Briar may appreciate the connection as much as she does.
"How long?"
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He has to think for a moment, tallying quickly while running a hand through his hair. "More than a month. Coppercurls took a bit to get the cloud cover nights going on so I don't know exactly how many days." He pauses, thinking again.
"Speaking of Tris..." He tilts his head, looking at Rosethorn. "Are you hungry?" That's probably where Tris is, and she'll be almost as happy to see Rosethorn as he is.
...I THOUGHT I TAGGED THIS AGES AGO.
Because if their world was destroyed, she thought she lost everyone. Lark, and her girls. All of her friends, and all the plants. The earth and her home. Briar was the one bit of hope she had to cling to, and suddenly he's granted her another. The question about food she ignores for the moment.
Rosethorn would eat, or not eat, just about anything right now so long as she gets to see Tris while she does.
hahaha I've been really slow lately so it's okay
"C'mon Rosethorn. She'll be real happy to see you, and you should eat something." He doesn't care if she just ate. She still needs to eat something in front of him so he can make sure. Make sure of what doesn't really matter.
Well, I've moved to another country since our last round, so I am not exactly Sonic the Hedgehog.
Rosethorn lets him lead her. She won't object to any destination as long as at least some of her kids are there. ...Briar even has her thinking 'kids' now. Word choice is contagious.
"I can decide when to eat well enough on my own," she remarks dryly, but she's still going along with his plan. She can feel the beginnings of hunger in her stomach, and even if she couldn't, Rosethorn has more reason than ever to oblige her boy right now. Tris too, since she's presumably doing the cooking.