donotmail (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
donotmail) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
thehometree2015-09-26 12:00 pm
donotmail) wrote in thehometree2015-09-26 12:00 pm
Entry tags:
Screams...
| characters | Arj and anyone
| date/time | 26th, when the Violinist appears
| location | Outside the tree, by the entrance.
| rating | teen and up to be safe?
| summary | So that's where all those sounds were coming from...
There's a soft rain falling outside the tree today, clouds dimming the sky and mist rising from the ground. The very air is damp, smelling of moss and rich soil. The rains here aren't the ones Arj is used to - sudden flashes, followed by a sudden wild bloom across the desert. Here they're long and persistent. He shivers as he huddles in his leaf cloak, and wonders if there's a chance of finding anything warmer around here...
He's sitting in the entrance right now, backlit by the warm glow of the stream. Even if he liked the cold, he wouldn't venture out into raindrops the size of his head. Nothing makes him feel small like feeling them thud into the ground, seeing even the gentle drops tear up the dirt firsthand.
Above the drumming drops, he's listening out for the sounds that woke him up last night. They seem to be closer.
A figure is stirring in the mist, blurred by rain and fog.
"Well then," the kiarr says. "Seems we have another incident. And what needs doing this time?"
| date/time | 26th, when the Violinist appears
| location | Outside the tree, by the entrance.
| rating | teen and up to be safe?
| summary | So that's where all those sounds were coming from...
There's a soft rain falling outside the tree today, clouds dimming the sky and mist rising from the ground. The very air is damp, smelling of moss and rich soil. The rains here aren't the ones Arj is used to - sudden flashes, followed by a sudden wild bloom across the desert. Here they're long and persistent. He shivers as he huddles in his leaf cloak, and wonders if there's a chance of finding anything warmer around here...
He's sitting in the entrance right now, backlit by the warm glow of the stream. Even if he liked the cold, he wouldn't venture out into raindrops the size of his head. Nothing makes him feel small like feeling them thud into the ground, seeing even the gentle drops tear up the dirt firsthand.
Above the drumming drops, he's listening out for the sounds that woke him up last night. They seem to be closer.
A figure is stirring in the mist, blurred by rain and fog.
"Well then," the kiarr says. "Seems we have another incident. And what needs doing this time?"
no subject
Good to go back to⌠he canât say that, not without hesitating. But there are good things, yes. A familiar world and place, stars that stay the same... but there will be things missing too. Perhaps Arj has found some of those âthings missingâ here as well.
He smiles, but thereâs an ironic quality to it. âYou are not the only one who wonders.â He admits. âYou could ask Fuu or Owain. They know more of this sort of thing than I do.â Though, this place seems to function differently than the worlds those two have visited. And he never heard either of them say they had a choice to go or stay.
âAre there things you like about this place?â Orcelito inquires, seeming to simply make conversation, perhaps digging for more but itâs hard to tell with him. Agendas are unpredictable and change moment to moment. He distracts with a hint of humor. âNot the cold, certainly.â