Glimmer, glitter, shine...

[thecanopycrew]

| characters | Everyone!

| date/time | March 15, all day

| location | First Floor

| rating | Currently G

| summary | A flash of light, and a new adventure.


LIGHT

Warmth, love and kindness.
The Life Stream glimmers and glitters with joy, swirls of shimmering dust dancing around the ray of life.
It was time for new ones to test their wings.


One by one, new adventurers now arrive in the Tree. As one gain wings and rises to the second floor, another light brings in the next person. Soon, a steady stream of people from all kinds of worlds, times and realities come to join the others. Whether confused, angry, excited or scared, your arrival is welcomed with nothing but joy as the fireflies and glow worms descend to greet their new friends.

The Tree offers no explanation and no reason, but the truth is undeniable.

As you will soon realize, it isn't easy to be tiny.

Comments

[braavado]

"Fairies," Korra repeats, testing out the word. It's definitely not one she's familiar with. "Can you tell me more about them?"

Though Natasha had said they were from a story she knew of, stories can have grains of truth in them. It's all they have to go on right now anyway.

[dissemblance]

She gives it a moment's obvious thought, and then gestures them over to a table to sit gingerly on one of the benches there. "Hard to really pin down what might be relevant. Sometimes they're malevolent, sometimes they're good. Sometimes they're just tricksters that aren't really one or the other. They usually have magical powers of some sort, I guess. And wings.

"It also depends on which culture they originate from. In Celtic culture, they were thought to be minor pagan gods that were driven out by Christianity, but it's also possible they're ghosts of those that have passed on."

Natasha traces a pattern on the table in front of her, and her wings flex slightly, rustling as they settle again. "I have no idea how to tell what we might be dealing with here."

[braavado]

Korra follows after her, mindful of her wings as she picks out a stool to sit on. It's going to be an adventure getting used to having what is essentially an extra set of limbs. As she listens to Natasha's explanation, though, Korra realizes something else: a lot of these references are unfamiliar to her.

"I...probably should have asked earlier, but where are you from?"

[dissemblance]

"New York. The Bronx specifically. It's a city in America, on the planet Earth." She takes the opportunity to study her surroundings, with the specific intention of seeming as if she isn't studying Korra.

[braavado]

Korra releases the breath she had been holding, disappointed.

"I'm from Republic City, in the United Republic," she offers back, wondering if Natasha's going to come to the same conclusion she has.