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entrancelogs2018-10-11 01:10 pm
twirlier) wrote in entrancelogs2018-10-11 01:10 pm
She is dancing away from you now - Open
WHO: Misty and YOU
WHERE: Around the grounds
WHEN: October
WARNINGS: PG, will update if needed
WHERE: Around the grounds
WHEN: October
WARNINGS: PG, will update if needed
>>The Fences
It's an easy enough of a way of exploring the magic in Wonderland, much as exploring the woods. Start at one part of the fence with a handful of red ribbons and determination. Every few feet she tied off one of the ribbons. There's nothing to it, though it seems to go on further than she could imagine with the limits she's already found.
And then she finds herself standing at the front of the big house, still holding her ribbons and looking confused.
"Well then."
She does it again. Determined steps. Singular focus. Again back in front of the house.
Again she walks.
Again, back in front of the house.
Running, barely pausing to tie off ribbons and finding herself suddenly running from the house.
Again running, the fence, the house. Over and over and over again until she stumbles, falling to her knees in front of the house with a scream of pure frustration.
>>The Lake
For the most part Misty avoids the lake. It's nothing against the water and the beauty of it, but the frogs. The throaty croaking sounds and sight of their slick, verdant skins brings tears to her eyes that sting as sharply as she might imagine acid would. Some days though she forces herself down there.
Skipping the dock and heading down to the edge of the water. Curling upon on the bank, close enough she can drag her fingers through the water and waiting for them to come closer. Waiting for them to venture near so that she can whisper soft words to them as the tears slide down her cheeks, telling them how good they are, how sweet, and how sorry she is for all she's done. Even if they were frogs in Hell, maybe not real, and yet so many of them dead in that time she was in Hell, murdering them over and over again only to bring them back to kill them all over again.
>>The mouth of the caves, The Woods, The Beach, The Hills
It's a scene repeated often throughout the month by Misty, trying to hold to the conversation she first had with Kol and seeing what might come of it. Tracing the source of magic in Wonderland. Certainly they all have their own, but there is a magic that is unique to this place, something that is either about none of their worlds, or all of them, and she truly wants to know what this place is made of.
Armed with salt and herbs, lake water and swamp mud, Misty sets up space on the land at different points. Seeking out where things feel crisper, sharper, less in the moment and more between time. If her calculations are correct and time does run in Wonderland as it does elsewhere, they are approaching that time of year when more than the seasons change. When Gods are reborn, and Goddesses are heavier with a death soon to come. A time when the worlds are closer to one another than they are at any other time, and perhaps that is true even in Wonderland.
The magic she hopes to enact is opening herself to the world, the magic, and all that inherently Wonderland. That magic that allows the Queens to come and go, that holds the Mirrors at bay, and that which draws them to this place from their own worlds.
It's different. It feels full and heavy on her skin like a warm, drenched blanket. It seems to bubble up from beneath her, and hang in the air like electricity on the storm that hasn't erupted yet. It's beautiful and alien and often she dances about as if with a partner that is unseen, charming and foreign and just at the tips of her fingers but forever out of her grasp to understand.
It's an amazing sensation when she's caught up in it, but one that takes much from her. Often she can be found after curled up near where she had been working to trace the magic of this place. Her cheek to the ground, her eyes closed, and her breathing calm and even. Other times she makes her way to the kitchen for food to help balance her, ground her back to her place and her life, or even slipping to the party boat, curling up there to let the rock of the boat soothe her and remind her of who she is, and wherein her own true power lies.
>>Checkerboard Hills
Trying to trace the magic has become an preoccupation and a distraction. It lets her mind not to worry about the past, about the future and the only thing it holds for her. About if she's asking too much of those she cares about, if she's too caught up in daydreams and fantasies that can never be real.
Maybe she throws herself too much into it, but she has to try. Not just because she told Kol that she would but knowing that truth could reveal the secret of how those that wanted to stay in Wonderland, could, and how they could return those desperate to leave to their homes.
So she keeps trying, though this day there is something that is just too much, and it seems to take more than she has to give. Twirling, dancing alone and yet never truly by herself, spinning faster and faster and then, as if her strings have been cut, she falls, collapsing to the ground in a heap of fringe and velvet and golden hair.
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[She knew that isn't the same for everyone. Not in the least.]
I would love the help, but I also don't want to get you hurt. Though... do you have any experience with caves and tracking where you are in them? I haven't tried there, mostly because I know nothing about them.
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