#oriar

He'll be dropped for you!

Now that he knows he'll never get back to the Constant, there's a strange pull to return there. That's you in a nutshell, William Carter. Always chasing what you can't have.

He doesn't really want to go back, of course. Not to the Throne, and not to the life of a survivor.

But.

It's been so long since he's been in civilization-- really been in it, not crept shadow-like into the real world-- that he finds himself retreating to the semi-familiar isolation of the forest quite soon into his stay on the island. He's indulged himself nonstop in the finer things of society, and now he needs to pause and reset before all of these recent changes completely overwhelm him. He imagines that this forest, with its easy-to-find forageables and mundane fauna, will be a perfectly relaxing alternative to his own spider-infested woods.

He's wrong.

Maxwell tears through the forest, eyes wide and wild. He's seen-- something. Something tall and shaped like Them that made his skin crawl and his sanity fall in an instant. He doesn't know where he's going, just that he needs to get away, and he almost doesn't notice when another figure (human-sized, thank goodness) appears out of the mist in front of him.

He makes a valiant effort to skid to a stop before he runs into them, but doesn't quite succeed; Maxwell slams into the stranger, toppling them both to the ground in a heap of limbs and disturbed leaves.

He scrambles to untangle himself, his gaze darting feverishly back and forth around the misty clearing.

"Me want bed!" He wails, rolling back and forth in front of the bed.

"Nice good bed! Me want! Not like ground! Me weak! Me sad! Me want bed!"

He hated how nostalgic it all made him. The leylines through the forest which led to the library roused memories of his own world's magically powered leylines. This library itself, different, yet the same, to his own Great Library. A librarian of great power, only known by her title as Librarian? Well, that was him, back home. All of this reminiscing put him in a bad mood, and with an even worse scowl than usual he found an empty corner to dip down into knowledge, instead of nostalgia.

When he heard footsteps his ears perked up, swiveling about atop his head. He bared his teeth a little, whipping his head around. The little area he'd decided to nest in was a mess; two tables covered in books, opened, closed, stacked, on the floor, everywhere. He had papers scattered alongside the books.

"What? You'll not be taking any of these materials till I've finished." He grumbled. Then, mumbling, he added,

whatever he'd said wasn't in the common tongue. When he spoke this, his voice did not sound like a voice, but like that of a deep bell or gong.

Welcome to chilly Isola Radiale, 8!

You will be housed in CONDO 410.

You will retain the ability to shapeshift into your human disguise.

You will be given a BB gun.

Enjoy your stay!

6:28 AM EDT August 30, 2024:

Heron Oblivion - "Oriar" From the album Heron Oblivion (March 4, 2016)

Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm

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9:43 AM EST January 3, 2024:

Heron Oblivion - "Oriar" From the album Heron Oblivion (March 4, 2016)

Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm

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3:30 AM EDT July 13, 2021:

Heron Oblivion - "Oriar" From the album Heron Oblivion (March 4, 2016)

Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm

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