[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."