(A. Arrival) [Willow's found herself in a haze, seeing something that's not her own but another's vision. That definitely is not her nor is it a location she ever would recognise. It unnerves her and makes her feel like she's intruding on someone else, like she needs to go and apologise to whoever's thoughts or memories she was thrown into.
~~~~~~ At the end of your sojourn in your last world, you revert to spirit form, your Elvish body fading like a dissipating raincloud, still visible to those to whom you are saying goodbye, but only because you chose to make yourself somewhat real to them by projecting in image of yourself. You say your last farewell and then walk away from the city into the snowy landscape, crossing the frozen fields and hills, the flying snowflakes whirling around you. When you came to the Barrier, the absolute boundary of that world, you vanish through it in a sparkle of silver light.
That happened eight months ago, but you still remember your departure with regret and yet with certainty that you did the right thing. Since then, you have been journeying in the Dark Between the Worlds, which your people call the Everlasting Darkness or the Void. The Dark is quiet and peaceful, just as it was when you first dipped into it shortly after your death in your own original world. But now you are far from your own universe, and you are traveling through the Void in the hopes of finding a world that would allow you to continue on the path you set your foot on a few hours before your death. That path is the path of becoming the person you were meant to be: one who is curious about others and bent on connection, and one who values community and means to contribute to making your current community a better place for everyone. You long for such a place, and such a task.
The darkness is silent but not entirely still. It swirls with gentle currents and tides, and your ride them contentedly enough, your black hair flowing, your dark gray eyes glowing. You keep your Elvish senses and intuition active, reaching out to apprehend any portal or door of transition to an inhabited universe where you might find what you are seeking. You also mentally have your thumb out, hitchhiking through the Dark, broadcasting a request to any world or powerful world-entity that might be listening, provided it needs a person like yourself and can provide you with the opportunity you are looking for.
There are no days or nights in this endless, indeed infinite interval between all the worlds that are, and no way to count time, but after a long time of wandering, you suddenly feel a call, a summons. You turn around in the free fall of this vastness and listen intently. And then you answer, you send out a mind-query. And abruptly, your inner eye shows you a vision, an open space in the Dark like a lighted stage, a platform behind a turnstyle, steam obscuring whatever might be around it, and a swift view of traintracks that disappeared in the mist. ~~~~~~
She shudders once she snaps back to staring at the beautiful scenery out the window.]
What in the name of Tharcia did I just see, and whose eyes was this through?
(B. Beach) [Willow, for the most part so far, has begrudgingly found herself out and about wandering. Or rather, flying about, surveying the island for any threats and when she's decided that none are to be found she and Nova take to diving into the water to catch fish or glittering jewels below. However once that's exhausted and only a few spoils are to be found and kept, she's decided that it's time to shed the enormous bird form and back onto her two feet in the swimsuit she had rummaged around for. Landing on the beach in bird form, she looked proud as the transformation back had her with a bright smile, Nova flying close by, waiting for an open arm to perch on.]
(C. Volcano and nearby) [By far the most puzzling thing about this island she saw on her flight has had to have been the volcano, as it wasn't an ordinary volcano with fire and molten earth perfect for basking in the warmth of, but it produced a strange looking liquid. So what does a curious bird do when she wants to know more about something? Go directly to the source of it all! That indeed is just what she's done and even notices that the liquid doesn't burn on the touch.]
How perplexing... this island is quite strange, even its volcano does not harm you when you touch what should be molten rock! Not that I would be harmed by it, fire does not harm my kind. [The last bit is spoken under her breath and only those nearest with the keenest of hearing would be able to pick up her exact words.]
(D. Hot Springs) [Hearing about the hot springs was something that definitely got her attention. Hot water that was hot to others but wouldn't be as hot for her? Count her in for sure! The water was still very nice and felt good, even if she feels guilty of relaxing when she really shouldn't be and trying to find a way to get out of here, though nothing on the island seemed to give any clues and the train thing was just as useless for finding answers about any of this from. Guilt aside, there was no use in trying to fight a fate obviously unable to change in this moment.
Nova can be seen either floating near Willow or at the edge preening herself or Willow's hair.]
(E. Wildcard) [Whatever you want to throw at the bird, go ahead! I'm open to everything and anything. See her flying around, relaxing on the beach at any time, wandering around, etc..? feel free to throw yourself at her!]
Willow Amarina, OTA, will match style (brackets or prose, either work)
[Willow's found herself in a haze, seeing something that's not her own but another's vision. That definitely is not her nor is it a location she ever would recognise. It unnerves her and makes her feel like she's intruding on someone else, like she needs to go and apologise to whoever's thoughts or memories she was thrown into.
~~~~~~
At the end of your sojourn in your last world, you revert to spirit form, your Elvish body fading like a dissipating raincloud, still visible to those to whom you are saying goodbye, but only because you chose to make yourself somewhat real to them by projecting in image of yourself. You say your last farewell and then walk away from the city into the snowy landscape, crossing the frozen fields and hills, the flying snowflakes whirling around you. When you came to the Barrier, the absolute boundary of that world, you vanish through it in a sparkle of silver light.
That happened eight months ago, but you still remember your departure with regret and yet with certainty that you did the right thing. Since then, you have been journeying in the Dark Between the Worlds, which your people call the Everlasting Darkness or the Void. The Dark is quiet and peaceful, just as it was when you first dipped into it shortly after your death in your own original world. But now you are far from your own universe, and you are traveling through the Void in the hopes of finding a world that would allow you to continue on the path you set your foot on a few hours before your death. That path is the path of becoming the person you were meant to be: one who is curious about others and bent on connection, and one who values community and means to contribute to making your current community a better place for everyone. You long for such a place, and such a task.
The darkness is silent but not entirely still. It swirls with gentle currents and tides, and your ride them contentedly enough, your black hair flowing, your dark gray eyes glowing. You keep your Elvish senses and intuition active, reaching out to apprehend any portal or door of transition to an inhabited universe where you might find what you are seeking. You also mentally have your thumb out, hitchhiking through the Dark, broadcasting a request to any world or powerful world-entity that might be listening, provided it needs a person like yourself and can provide you with the opportunity you are looking for.
There are no days or nights in this endless, indeed infinite interval between all the worlds that are, and no way to count time, but after a long time of wandering, you suddenly feel a call, a summons. You turn around in the free fall of this vastness and listen intently. And then you answer, you send out a mind-query. And abruptly, your inner eye shows you a vision, an open space in the Dark like a lighted stage, a platform behind a turnstyle, steam obscuring whatever might be around it, and a swift view of traintracks that disappeared in the mist.
~~~~~~
She shudders once she snaps back to staring at the beautiful scenery out the window.]
What in the name of Tharcia did I just see, and whose eyes was this through?
(B. Beach)
[Willow, for the most part so far, has begrudgingly found herself out and about wandering. Or rather, flying about, surveying the island for any threats and when she's decided that none are to be found she and Nova take to diving into the water to catch fish or glittering jewels below. However once that's exhausted and only a few spoils are to be found and kept, she's decided that it's time to shed the enormous bird form and back onto her two feet in the swimsuit she had rummaged around for. Landing on the beach in bird form, she looked proud as the transformation back had her with a bright smile, Nova flying close by, waiting for an open arm to perch on.]
(C. Volcano and nearby)
[By far the most puzzling thing about this island she saw on her flight has had to have been the volcano, as it wasn't an ordinary volcano with fire and molten earth perfect for basking in the warmth of, but it produced a strange looking liquid. So what does a curious bird do when she wants to know more about something? Go directly to the source of it all! That indeed is just what she's done and even notices that the liquid doesn't burn on the touch.]
How perplexing... this island is quite strange, even its volcano does not harm you when you touch what should be molten rock! Not that I would be harmed by it, fire does not harm my kind. [The last bit is spoken under her breath and only those nearest with the keenest of hearing would be able to pick up her exact words.]
(D. Hot Springs)
[Hearing about the hot springs was something that definitely got her attention. Hot water that was hot to others but wouldn't be as hot for her? Count her in for sure! The water was still very nice and felt good, even if she feels guilty of relaxing when she really shouldn't be and trying to find a way to get out of here, though nothing on the island seemed to give any clues and the train thing was just as useless for finding answers about any of this from. Guilt aside, there was no use in trying to fight a fate obviously unable to change in this moment.
Nova can be seen either floating near Willow or at the edge preening herself or Willow's hair.]
(E. Wildcard)
[Whatever you want to throw at the bird, go ahead! I'm open to everything and anything. See her flying around, relaxing on the beach at any time, wandering around, etc..? feel free to throw yourself at her!]