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

[dissemblance]

"I saw a talking pigeon around here earlier, maybe we can ask him for advice." Her tone's a little dry, because. Talking pigeon. By Anna's scale that is off-the-charts weird. On Natasha's it's about a 4 out of 10, but-- you know how it is.

"Besides, I get the feeling you're not going to be the only one crashing into things around here. This many people sprouting wings overnight? Oof. Might be rough."

[braavado]

"A talking pigeon? It could be a spirit," Korra says unthinkingly, just wanting something to be familiar. Her eyes widen a little. "Not that I know much about spirits. It was just a, you know...just a thought."

Don't mind her fidgeting around with her clothes now. There's absolutely nothing suspicious about the way she's acting. Nothing at all.

[dissemblance]

She's far too subtle to raise an eyebrow, but Natasha is definitely filing that away for future consideration. Someone whose first thought is could be a spirit is definitely someone worth investigating.

But since the girl looks uncomfortable at having said it, she just smiles. Look, that reference went totally over her head! Gosh, what a thing. "Could be anything. I mean... look at where we are. I feel like Titania and Oberon are going to waltz out of nowhere any second now."

Protocol 'drop a commonly known Earth reference to see if the other part recognizes it' status: underway.

[braavado]

The blank look Korra gives her is enough of an answer.

"Haven't heard of them," Korra admits a moment later. At least Natasha didn't latch onto Korra's slip up just now. "Are they really famous or something?"

[dissemblance]

"No, they're-- oh boy." Natasha flutters her wings in thought, folds an arm across her chest and props up the elbow of the other so she can brush her fingers absently across the line of her neck. "Characters? From Shakespeare. A Midsummer Night's Dream specifically. They're the rulers of the Faeries." She glances back over her shoulder, her mouth tugged down disapprovingly at one corner. "I think that's what we're supposed to be. Fairies."

[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.