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( the tempest seems to come in time to force them to set aside the situation with nocwich out of their minds. there is plenty of work to be done back in the territory, plenty of small and big disturbances to try and pacify. the unusual weather taking place during an approaching springtime puts a lot of activities, rites, and general fortitudes of solvunn in disarray.

and as such, for the time being, wanda fills the void of being able to go to nocwich by keeping busies than usual, by trying to come up with creative ways to keep the springtime rites alive. )

( A ) SPRINGTIME DECORATION.

( with the storm looming over their heads—lightning sparks and thundering roars—and the amount of wind-like disruptions that form outside, the children, especially, have been confined to having their school day and play times set inside different homes. the children are split up into smaller groups, so they can all be comfortably in different houses, looked after by expectant mothers, grandparents, and older teens.

wanda's chaos magic allows her to easily bend the will of the wind from getting in her way, making herself a path devoid of the strong winds whipping at her and stalling her progress as she makes way from house to house, to join the children for a few hours to aid in their activities and learning.

having been here for over two years now, some of these children have grown with wanda's presence around, and are expectant of learning new things from her at any given time. today, she brings emptied eggshells for them to decorate. )

The wax is hot, so you have to be careful.

( she demonstrates as she draws over the contoured lines with the beeswax. the children in the house lean over nearby, on the table, to see her work. there's a set-up in place, with candles and different colored dyes in jars on the table, the whistling of the wind into the crevices of the walls and under the doors the only reminder that there is a world outside they are currently not allowed to go out in.

once done through the process, wanda washes off the dye and wax with a cloth, and the bright colors of the egg will awe the children into wanting to do their own. in no time at all, the children are working with their own tools, decorating and dyeing, giggling and conversing with each other as adults alike join them in their efforts.

wanda turns to another summoned who has been also assisting with the children, holding out an undecorated egg to them. )

Want to give it a try?

( B ) OF TWISTERS AND ANIMALS.

( it is rather unfortunate that gardens are getting uprooted because of the small twisters that have begun to form across the territory; the way it pulls at the roots of plants, forces small animals to run from their dens and burrows.

one of the things wanda does to help in that situation is to go about to the uprooted land and, by placing her hand down onto the ground, solidify the dirt and the grass, enhances it with her magic so it my not suffer the same fate again. the plants and flowers will have to be replanted, however, and the animals will have to find their way back themselves once they are no longer frightened of the potential danger.

heading into one of the smaller farms, wanda stops and crouches down to pick up something that was stuck in some brambles. it's a bell on what seems to have once been a harness of sorts. pets and farm animals are synonymous in solvunn, but the locals tended to make incredibly clear when they had a favorite creature by adorning it in colorful trinkets.

this definitely belongs to someone's precious companion, likely a small goat, given the size of it.

wanda steps away from the path, looking for signs of said goat, and only stops when she runs into another summoned. she raises the bell ornament, as if it alone provides context to her situation. )

I'm looking for a goat. Small, by the looks of it.

( with the twisters and the strong winds and the looming storm, small animals won't make it very far (nor very safely) outside of their homes and sheds. wanda raises her voice as a rather strong surge of wind pushes her to take a few steps forward, blasting by towards her back. )

Shit— ( her hair whips around and over her face, annoyingly so. she pushes it back with a hand. ) Have you seen any around?

( C ) NEW HOME, OLD RITUALS.

You've chosen quite the time to try and fix this place up.

You're telling me.

( it is no secret between the folk in the tertiary settlement that wanda's been looking to have a house there, her visits to the settlement more frequent as of the last couple of months. she's friendly with the ravn family, whom she aided last year with a mild case of a haunting, and it is the matriarch, klaara, who has helped her now in finding an unoccupied house to call her own. klaara and her son oren even cleaned up the surroundings prior to her arrival, but what windows had been opened to clear up the air have been effectively shuttered due to the strong winds.

klaara leaves once her son comes to collect her to help her back to their own home, allowing wanda to settle and fix things up as she sees fit. it's not meant to replace her place in the treehouse, but having a place to come to in the tertiary settlement is something she had been looking forward to for a while.

but, despite the new home, old habits remain.

following a path at the back of the house will lead to a clearing completely devoid of any wind intrusion. the squalls strike against the dome of magic wanda has created to no avail. inside this space, this quiet hex, wanda works on a ritual for her patron god, carving shapes on the ground and creating, effectively, a shrine for soris immaneus on this end of the territory.

wanda will fancy providing a tour of her new home once she is done carving up the symbols she wants onto the rock at her feet.)

( D ) POCKET REALITY.

( within the horizon, things are also, unequivocally, a mess. wanda knows it is because of the singularity, but that is—truth be told—not her area of expertise. she is also of the opinion that the singularity's whims are only temporary, that it will all soon return to normal (and if it doesn't, then worry); others can handle those details.

for now, she doesn't think there is any point in trying to 'fix' whatever instabilities are taking place within her domain. she will, however, entertain company.

whether this company is directed by her or not, they will be directed to one of the many bookshelves within the apartment, where an inordinate amount of terrariums sit. wanda's latest project has been to inject her hex-creating magic into smaller scale dimensions. easier to practice it in the horizon than in the real world, lest something explodes or something magical (of the unkind variety) spills forth.

what she has captured in the different hexes are dreams and nightmares, experiences and memories. every terrarium has bright colors, and the world inside it seems to breathe with life.

wanda approaches, putting a hand over one of the jars, the one her visitor has been eyeing curiously. )

Do you want to see what's inside?

( an invitation, if nothing else. )

—SOLVUNN • OTA • MARCH

—HORIZON • OTA • MARCH