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[Open] The heart is a bloom, shoots up through the stony ground.
Who: Lunafreya Nox Fleuret ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
shedgrace and OPEN!
What: There's work to be done in the water's wake.
When: Daylight hours on November 10th
Where: Ensō: The Storyteller's Temple or the area due west of it (B5 and C5)
Warnings: FFXV spoilers, otherwise none.
[It's a terrible thing, the destruction of a place.
Lunafreya did not see Altissia after the Rite of Leviathan, but she remembers that rising of the water, too--how it roared and towered above her and Noctis at the shriek of a goddess, tearing the walls and roofs off the beautiful Accordian architecture. She did see Insomnia in the dark. She saw the statues of ancient kings fall, saw daemons encroach on the Citadel.
There was little enough civilization here to ruin, in comparison, but the results grieve her all the same. The island she had just been coming to know has been scoured so bare, made so unfamiliar, littered with shells and driftwood and dead fish.
But this is Lunafreya's life's work: to stand in the wake of these acts of desolation and heal a wounded world.]
A: Storyteller's Temple
[Her first stop is to the Storyteller's temple. She spends some time kneeling in prayer, hands clasped, silent and unmoving. She prays for the island and the life it has sustained so far; she prays that the creatures lost in the flood know peace and that the plants and animals might recover without difficulty. She prays for her fellow transplants, particularly those newly arrived and her own dear friends.
And she prays for the Storyteller. She prays, whatever has happened to them, that they are all right.]
B: B5/C5
[The rest of the day, Lunafreya's slowly wandering the cliffs to the west of the temple--but no, wandering isn't quite the right word. She's searching, clearing away debris where she can, for signs of that hardy life that made its home here, on this higher ground.
Seabeets and the occasional dead fish she wraps in palm leaves and then gathers in her knapsack. But it looks like she's interested in the f'rshaymes, too. Even with their own little herds in disarray, she manages to track down a couple, and she crouches, holding out her hand, trying to coax them close.
Eeeeeven though her face looks like she'd really rather not. Ever seen the Oracle wrinkle her nose?]
Come, now. I won't hurt you. Will you not come with me somewhere safer, little ones?
shedgrace and OPEN!What: There's work to be done in the water's wake.
When: Daylight hours on November 10th
Where: Ensō: The Storyteller's Temple or the area due west of it (B5 and C5)
Warnings: FFXV spoilers, otherwise none.
[It's a terrible thing, the destruction of a place.
Lunafreya did not see Altissia after the Rite of Leviathan, but she remembers that rising of the water, too--how it roared and towered above her and Noctis at the shriek of a goddess, tearing the walls and roofs off the beautiful Accordian architecture. She did see Insomnia in the dark. She saw the statues of ancient kings fall, saw daemons encroach on the Citadel.
There was little enough civilization here to ruin, in comparison, but the results grieve her all the same. The island she had just been coming to know has been scoured so bare, made so unfamiliar, littered with shells and driftwood and dead fish.
But this is Lunafreya's life's work: to stand in the wake of these acts of desolation and heal a wounded world.]
A: Storyteller's Temple
[Her first stop is to the Storyteller's temple. She spends some time kneeling in prayer, hands clasped, silent and unmoving. She prays for the island and the life it has sustained so far; she prays that the creatures lost in the flood know peace and that the plants and animals might recover without difficulty. She prays for her fellow transplants, particularly those newly arrived and her own dear friends.
And she prays for the Storyteller. She prays, whatever has happened to them, that they are all right.]
B: B5/C5
[The rest of the day, Lunafreya's slowly wandering the cliffs to the west of the temple--but no, wandering isn't quite the right word. She's searching, clearing away debris where she can, for signs of that hardy life that made its home here, on this higher ground.
Seabeets and the occasional dead fish she wraps in palm leaves and then gathers in her knapsack. But it looks like she's interested in the f'rshaymes, too. Even with their own little herds in disarray, she manages to track down a couple, and she crouches, holding out her hand, trying to coax them close.
Eeeeeven though her face looks like she'd really rather not. Ever seen the Oracle wrinkle her nose?]
Come, now. I won't hurt you. Will you not come with me somewhere safer, little ones?
It's a hard choice, but let's say B.
[Unusually large bugs, meet unusually large arachnid. Don't worry, she's not hungry right now- and the f'rshaymes will be permanently off the menu of potential dinner options the second she finds out what they eat.]
[Muffet waves politely to Lunafreya, pausing to look at the little group curiously.]
Hello, dearie. I hope you're doing well, as much as one can at the moment?
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I am. Noctis and his friends have taken great pains to care for me and keep me from danger since my arrival, and I am long overdue in returning their kindness.
[Not that the link between poop beetles and kindness is immediately clear, but you do you, Lunafreya. Her smile fades somewhat to make room for concern.]
I pray the events of the last few weeks have treated you as gently, Miss Muffet. Were you safe when the waters rose?
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[She genuinely is- Noctis seemed like a nice young man, the one time she ran into him, and it's always good to see their fellow castaways helping each other out.]
I've been well enough, thank you for asking. I made my home on the islets, so I didn't need to move to avoid the flooding, and I'd been doing my gardening there as well, so I haven't needed to worry about food. Please don't hesitate to send someone my way if you find them in need of a decent meal, by the way- I know things are a bit more difficult on that front at the moment.
[She's offered food directly, too, but she knows it's a large island and they don't have a good way to keep track of everybody.]
Out of curiosity, what were you trying to do with these odd little creatures?
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In any case, she lifts her hand once more towards her two hopefully soon-to-be new friends.]
I was trying to convince them to follow me back to the islets, but I've yet to have much luck. They don't seem interested in any food I have to offer, yet neither do they appear to be frightened of me. I hope to harvest the material on their back for use in raising herbs and vegetables.
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Ah, I see- it does look a bit like clay, so it probably is fairly good soil... I could probably pick one up with my threads, but it might frighten the poor thing.
[Yes, Muffet is apparently totally willing to use her glowing purple magic stuff for livestock management. Because this is totally a normal thing to use magic for, right?]
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[More urgent than it was before, yes, given their situation, but a day or two to figure these guys out isn't going to kill anyone.]
It might be worthwhile, given their... distinctive aroma-- [Mmm, diplomacy.] --to build an enclosure for them on the islets first, well away from our homes. ...And perhaps downwind.
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[Muffet nods, and briefly considers how to best phrase something tactfully.]
It does occur to me, now that you mention their particular odor... Since you've confirmed they show interest in neither fresh vegetables nor meat, might they not be some manner of detritivore? Scavengers, of one type or another?
[Guess what she's very politely suggesting they might eat, Luna.]
[Guess.]
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Ah. I... see what you mean, yes.
[Twenty-four years living in an apocalyptic dystopia has in no way prepared her for this.]
Perhaps... an enclosure adjoining the... facilities, then?
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[Oh God don't ask her, monsters don't even have that kind of biology.]
They don't appear to be very wide-ranging or energetic, so a small pen would likely suffice.