( Jill's horizon is hardly fanciful, and includes no tricks to keep the curious out. One moment they're simply somewhere, and the next they're in a moonlit field of mountain flowers, the temperature just cold enough to bring to mind a late fall evening -- crisp and biting. The snow-capped mountains in the distance a clear illusion built upon the memories of Jill herself, and the moon portraying just a different enough face to be unfamiliar to all but those from her world, the bright red star next to it confirming that.
Jill can be found sitting in the field, enjoying the calmness with a book or with magic; casually indulging in forming small figures out of ice before waving them away into a flurry of snow. When not in plain sight, she's in the cabin itself -- the door open for any visitors that might have wanted to follow the warm glow of a fire. Inside, Jill is most likely perched on the edge of a bench, working on embroidery or attempting to recreate memories of half-remembered food. It's better to test here, she reasons, rather than potentially waste food in Thorne. )
❄ HORIZON
Jill can be found sitting in the field, enjoying the calmness with a book or with magic; casually indulging in forming small figures out of ice before waving them away into a flurry of snow. When not in plain sight, she's in the cabin itself -- the door open for any visitors that might have wanted to follow the warm glow of a fire. Inside, Jill is most likely perched on the edge of a bench, working on embroidery or attempting to recreate memories of half-remembered food. It's better to test here, she reasons, rather than potentially waste food in Thorne. )