#rosa 01

@landsharkbite​

It didn’t take long for the young Mabari puppy to find someone in that area, thank the Maker. He’d been worried for his master since he himself can’t do anything to help him, but at least now someone, hopefully, more capable than he is can come with him to aid. He barked at the stranger a few times and circled around them to get their attention. Once that was done, he charged off, back to where his master was.

Hawke lied motionless on the dirt ground, his lower half was engulfed in this giant Venus flytrap head that was severed from its body by means of burning. He could feel numbness coursing through his veins, not a good sign he’d thought, but at least he isn’t vomiting out any entrails just yet.

It did provide her time to reflect, however- reflect upon that meeting and what her restored life in such a new place could mean for her.  And even when the moon was vanishing, the sky in which it dwelled provided quite a lovely canvas to admire when one was deep in thought.  She had heard of quite the site in her own ward from which to gaze upon it, too.  ‘Savior’s Respite,’ the townspeople called it- a sheer cliff blanketed in flowers, the view provided by it unparalleled compared to anywhere else on the whole island.

Walking leisurely toward the precipice of the Respite, Margaret was quite a distance away when she’d noticed someone sitting there.  Closer proximity provided more detail, and she couldn’t help but feel something...striking about the woman who sat there.  Putting forth no words- simply a smile that could only just be caught in the halo of light around her provided by the moon- she turned her head skyward, looking to the moon as her mind founds its peace, the thoughts she wished to ruminate on slowly filling her mind.

Food, by the stars did she love food. Whether it was trying something new or indulging herself on what she knew she liked it was perhaps the greatest of her pastimes. Lounging by the poolside for hours had been incredibly taxing work and what better reward for being her divine self was there than following the scents on the wind.

So without even bothering to dress out of her swimwear, she’d donned a wide brimmed hat and set off to see another aspect of the festival. While there was indeed pleasures from home she missed, the opportunity to taste cuisine from the homes off all the citizens across the multiverse was too great to miss out on.

But something did smell familiar; Poffins. She almost shivered in anticipation. There was something else familiar too, not food but... Certainly home. That tail, those horns... Well well, quite an abundance here it seems.

“All right then.” Ammu stepped right up beside her. “What’s good here then, you appear to be in the thick of things.”

Heliar has not been here for a very long time, but he’s been here long enough to realize that some things he would not understand without more time.

Some things, he realized, he would not understand for a very long time.

So when there was a party with bright lights and loud music, Heliar realized that that was one thing he wouldn’t understand.  He supposed that different people had different coping methods, and he had just supposed that was the way things were.

He was an older man though, and the lights and sound hurt his eyes.  So he would not be taking place in the festivities, and no one could make him.  

He was, however, curious about the inhabitants of the city, and curious to learn more.  Not particularly extroverted though, he found himself speaking to a woman--and a woman who looked like she could have been a Hali Kra--trying to make conversation.

there’s a woman watching, leaning against a brick wall. akira recognized her as one of the bartenders from earlier, probably on her break. it’s clear that she had some sort of judgement; nobody seeing some kid getting kicked out of a bar kicking and screaming wouldn’t have something to say about it.

“yeah, yeah. go ahead. go ahead and call me an idiot. i’ve had plenty of that for one night.”

♛ - It was about damn time he saw someone who looked to be the same age as himself, aside from Nic and Alex it appeared to him that a lot of the people here in Hive City were younger. Usually in their teens or early twenties and quite frankly that was a rather massive pain in the ass, especially since he’d always have to watch what he said. Though the brown haired woman that was walking passed seemed to be around his age, perhaps a little younger but then again appearances could be deceiving.

[he knew there was a pond, but he hasn’t seen it yet. it takes a little bit of exploring before he sees it--- tranquil and still, almost quiet, shaded a little as it is by the greenery. it looks cool, and he’s alone-- hesitating briefly before bending to the water, brushing his long skirts out of the way and drawing off his long satin glove-- letting the water spill cool on his fingers and his red healing scarring.]

[you-- wouldn’t have meant to interrupt, and he knows that. even so, at that rustle behind him, he starts, wide-eyed, twisting and drawing his hands up to his bodice as though to hide them. he doesn’t seem to notice that the end of his gown is trailing in the water now.]