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How do You Solve a Problem like Meira?

Characters: Valdis and some open
Date: August 2018 (ish)
Location: Around Aifaran
Situation: Various
Warnings/Rating: In Headers

Valdis was tired. Between the return of the Narrakra and the discovery she could return ruins to complete something would have been bad enough without the memory of the visions or what she had seen soul-walking inside that corpse. Aside from that, the knowledge that she could move the Void with more power than she believed had sparked a new determination to harness its power without fear. The events of the last week had been eventful, what with the short term Dreamfolk that had arrived only to vanish once the damage had been done. Admittedly most of them hadn’t left much of a mark, but some had. She hoped that things would calm down for a few weeks at least.

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Meira woke very confused. This place held no resemblance to anywhere she had been before, but there were no accompanying feelings of concern. Odd, but not really a reason to be troubled. The paws and tail were interesting, but Dreams often were, might as well have fun with it. The streets of the city were offered few worries at this early hour, she could sense the sun on the horizon, even if the buildings blocked the colors from view. She had followed the cat all the way to this street. The fluffy, white one that looked very much like her own back home. The building looked familiar, like she’d been here, but she didn’t know exactly where to go, so she scrambled up the stairs after the cat, too large paws and gangly legs carrying her easily. Meira followed him up, up, up the stairs and down the hallway until he stopped outside a door. She tipped her head, trotted over to him and sniffed his ear, which he flicked patiently.

Where are we, Mr. Cat.

The place looked familiar, the lock looked easy enough, and there was a scent which paired with multiple emotions. Care, annoyance, protectiveness, pack. The cat tapped the door with a paw and she tipped her head again, tail waving. It looked at her, at the door, then took a breath and yowled like the world was ending.

Food was very much on Meira’s mind, and this place had the best smells, or maybe it was the best memories? Or maybe it was just the familiarity that she liked. No matter what it was, Meira trotted through the streets without a care in the world. As long as she went exactly where she had said and had one of the Dreamfolk at the cafe inform him that she had arrived, the stuffy vampire had agreed to let her go without him. She sat down and scratched at the collar with his contact information tied to it, biting at it briefly until she almost fell over from leaning too far. She righted herself with a huff before trotting over to the closest Dreamfolk.

Can you please inform Mr. Parker than I am here? she asked, I’d do it, but I currently lack thumbs…

Valdis’ many feelings regarding Bobby’s attack created certain feelings that she very much wished to ignore. The problem with ignoring them was that the issues wouldn’t just go away. X’s inability to defend himself despite having the necessary knowledge of skill, meant that it was his body that lacked the coordination and range of movement, not to mention the attitude required. Acquiring two wooden practice blades had been easy enough, and the message Valdis left on his yimo indicated he should meet her here, in the park they had first fought.

She sat on the newly built bench, wooden blades leaning against the arm, waiting for the Mirror to arrive. Valdis had plenty of experience with beginners, yet someone with the body of a beginner and the potential mind of an experienced sword user might be a unique sort of challenge. She’d have to find out just how it functioned and the quickest route would be a spar.

Edited 2018-08-05 04:15 (UTC)

The merchant refusing to sell her a pearly necklace might have been more cause for anger if it hadn’t been for what he had called her, Storm Bringer, a destroying of ships and coastal communities. Valdis had not been hailed as a Harbinger of Destruction in many years, but the idea greatly amused her.

“If I am this ‘Storm Bringer’,” she replied with a smile, “Have you considered what might happen should you refuse me this necklace?”

The merchant paled and shoved the necklace at her, insisting it was free and to just leave and not come back. Her smile remained as she set the payment down on the counter, scooping up the necklace and walking outside. The rain had stopped, for the moment at least, so Valdis decided to continue on her walk. It was not to be, however, as the rain returned suddenly and with a vengeance, forcing her to duck inside a small covered alley for cover.

“A Storm Bringer would have enough sense to not soak herself,” she complained absently, pulling out the necklace to look it over again.

The crystal unicorn had been on her bedside table when she woke from a dreamless sleep. The fair creature was similar to the one Anton had given her, but that figurine had been made of glass and this one was clearly higher quality in everything but sentiment. Valdis had held the figurine in her hands, trying to decide where it had come from.

Careful, Meira. You don’t want to drop it by accident.

The voice came unbidden, so faint in her mind that it lacked any remembered image to accompany it. A sound, so soft, so filled with care, that it couldn’t belong to the man she had killed. The man who had tried to kill her. Valdis almost did drop the unicorn as recognition struck her hard in the chest. She set the statue on her nightstand, snatched her sketchbook from the drawer and fled to the shore.

She sketched madly until the sun hit its peak, page after page of half visions and faceless figures, trying to reconcile that voice with what she knew. It was like snatching at air, nothing to hold and yet you still could breathe. With a frustrated shriek, she tossed the sketchbook into the sand, letting the wind turn the pages as it wished.

The little rabbit birds were all over the place, Some small, some large. Some with a little bit of color and some without a single spot to mar their snow white coats. Meira's fascination had led to a bit of ruckus as she followed one with different colored eyes across the grass.

Come back, she whined as she followed at a slow walk, I just want to pet you!

Her tiny whimpers went unheeded by the bibiru, for it continued to hop away from her, chittering madly. Her stubborn nature made her follow it. If it really wanted to get away, it would move faster, right?

Please?

She'd been spending lots of time at the various parks, bouncing around and following the bibiru between playing with Devin and exploring the city. Meira currently entertained herself by tossing a ball into the air and trying to catch it. When she missed, she simply chased after it and tried again. She smelled rain on the air, but rain was fun, unless it was the heavy cold stuff that had fallen yesterday. That hadn't been fun. She tossed the ball up higher than she'd managed before, but unfortunately for the man walking past, it was also further than before.

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Devin | 8th of August | Devin’s Apartment | CW: Fluff and a Confused Vampire

Open | Anytime between the 9th and 14th | Klaus’ Cafe | CW: More Fluff

X | Before the 8th | The Park near the Shore | CW: None

Open | Faith 2 | A Street Near the Market | CW: None

Open | Meta 4 | The Shore | CW: Feels

Kit | After the 8th | A park near the Dreaming Bridge | CW: none

Miles | 11th of August | A Park Near the Bridge | CW: None