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[The Void] Moonlit Grove - A Quiet Sanctuary
((ooc: So this is really just me jumping in to see what happens--once upon a time I was an avid forum roleplayer, but in the end, I wasn't one for superlong posts, and I couldn't find my niche. So if I do anything wrong, please let me know so I can fix it.
Anyhow, I've been watching a lot of revolutionary girl utena, and I'm in the mood for some reality bending, fairy tale-esque settings, minus the creepy soulless princes and swords of hatred. I'm not very good with anything fandom though, so this is all original.
That being said, I have a feel more than anything else, and since this is more of a test post, nothing is really concrete. If you like the feel of a magical in-between place, feel free to jump in. -end ooc))
If there's any edge to the nebulous, ever fluid, endless void, the Moonlit Grove is right upon it, appearing and fading back into the Void as needed. There are no distinct edges, but when a wanderer comes upon it, they'll know. It's not very hard to find, in fact, especially if you wish it.
A larger than life moon hangs watchful over the Grove. Its light reaches to the hazy edges of the grove, glowing not unlike a halo. On a whole, the Grove isn't very large, just enough for the trees to grow dense and tall. In the Moonlit Grove, everything is quiet.
Deep in the Grove, between copses of silver-leafed trees, lies a spring, clear as ice and just as cold. The stones that line the bottom are black as the void, but weighty and smooth to the touch. It's a good place to meditate, or to cast magic, if one is so inclined.
Leta, and her capricious familiar, Hazel, were indeed so inclined. Hazel, a shapeshifter, drapes herself over Leta's shoulders in her favorite form: a humanoid with fur like deep, blue-black velvet--perfectly pettable, in Hazel's humble opinion--and glowing, pupiless green eyes.
"Why are you still working," Hazel complains. Long, spindly hands snatched Leta's notebook out of her hands so Hazel could inspect Leta's handiwork. "This is boring. I don't understand it at all."
"Perhaps that's because you're reading it upside down."
Hazel rights the book and gazes at it meaningfully. "It's still boring."




A young woman in a long white dress and a cape made of clouds appears in the grove. Moments later, a flock of ravens pops into being next to her, settling on her head, arms and shoulders. A small cloud of white orbs follows suit soon after, and promptly begins orbiting her.
She looks around and opens her mouth as if to say something, then spots the book. In the blink of an eye she vanishes and reappears behind Hazel, craning her neck to get a better view.
Hazel notices their visitor immediately, but Leta is deep in concentration. Hazel grins, half to herself and half to the guest.
"Hey Leta."
Leta ignores Hazel, inspecting her spell for flaws. She didn't see any, but the spell was still in the early stages.
"Leeeta."
"Hazel, I'm busy. Go play in the forest if you're bored."
"Leta. Look at me for a second."
Leta huffs, but starts to look up anyway. "I don't see what your problem is--" she pauses, finally noticing the woman observing her. "Oh. Hello there," she says, awkwardly.
The girl nods and waves her hand experimentally. Nothing seems to happen. She frowns, then shrugs slightly, looking almost relieved.
"Hello Leta. And Hazel. I'm Evonne." She tilts her head. "What's that book about? It looks interesting..."
"Hello, Evonne," Leta says, still a bit distracted. Something felt off with her finding spell, but she wasn't sure what.
"It's her spellwork," says Hazel, smiling, "she's been slaving over this spell for hours and she won't take a break! I've been trying to get her to play for hours. What brings you to the Grove, fair stranger?"
Evonne smiles, the expression strangely bitter.
"Well... A goddess gave me and nineteen other people a fraction of her power. She got bored eventually, took back her gift. Some of them had been using it to do everything. Losing that power... It ripped them apart.
"She hunted everyone who was still alive. Eventually we decided to leave for other universes. The others built machines and set up rituals; I didn't need any of that, but I still had to find a way through.
"Then as soon as the doorways opened, they began to close. She wanted to seal us off from the rest of the multiverse, but that meant she couldn't follow us there. We all made a break for it. I guess I landed off-course."
A few of the ravens caw and she smiles. "Taking breaks can help problem-solving. My ravens agree on this."
Leta snaps her notebook closed, and turns around, her woven cloak whispering across the smooth stones. The flock of ravens on Evonne's shoulders filled her with unease; too many days paying her respects to the Night Court and its 'benevolent' king made her nervous around any sort of dark-feathered bird.
"I see..." She tried to keep her discomfort off of her face. "The Grove welcomes you then. There's no such thing as off course for her--the Grove, I mean. Hazel and I have taken to calling the Grove 'she', although I'm not sure why."
Hazel watches them for a moment before transforming into a raven herself, hopping playfully in front of them. "Does that mean it's time to play?"
"Yes, Hazel, we can have some fun now. Why don't you ask our guest what she wants to play? If she wants to, that is."
"Ooh, good idea! She seems leagues more fun than you," she giggles, turning back into her preferred form before bowing dramatically to Evonne. "How about it, stranger? Care for a small diversion?"
"Sure," Evonne says. Physical exertion, some sort of goal; that girl named Leta seems pretty driven...
"Maybe tag? Or perhaps you know some good games we can play. Different world and all..." She smiles, somewhat embarrassed, and spreads her hands.
Leta smiles gently. Whoever this woman is, she isn't much like the king Leta had served before. The ravens are a bit unnerving, but Evonne's demeanor takes the edge off any anxiety Leta would've had.
"Tag is fine, but I must let you know that these woods make for excellent games of hide and seek. I'm stuck between universes quite a lot these days, so I haven't had time to pick up any unique games."
"And even if we were to spend time in a place like that, Leta would still stick her head in her books and never have any fun at all..." Hazel glares at her companion, but there's a playful smile on her face.
"Of course. I'm just a big stick in the mud," Leta replies, grinning. "Would you like to go first, miss Evonne?"
"Why not?" Evonne says. She has several tricks up her sleeve which could quickly put an end to that game. But looking is the fun part, she reminds herself.
With a quick mental command her ravens scatter out throughout the grove. As one, they turn and face the trunks of the trees. No peeking.
"You're not gonna take this opportunity to read some more, are you?" She says to Leta.
(OOC: been busy this past week. Sorry about that!))
ooc: Welcome! No need for long stuff. I'm trying for real casual here. :)
ooc: Okay, cool! I used to find that it was either really short and filled with young roleplayers, or long epics from people my own age. I'm glad there's a happy medium! Most of my stuff will be shorter than this, I just wanted to set things up.
ooc: I love this! This is definitely a place the purple marksman would come to enjoy some quiet.