Teddy hadn't gone into the Horizon before -- before everything. They hadn't learned how: now, the idea of not knowing seems a little strange. And a little frightening. What if everything they feel, recall, even their instinct to try it is completely delusional, like -- trying to fly because you remember vividly being able to do it in a dream?
It's not trying to fly, Teddy finally tells herself, after a day of poking around trying to be useful or at least occupied. If it doesn't work, it just doesn't work. There's no falling. At the moment, she needs to believe that. Even the Horizon feels so absent. So much does right now: but this one might could be fixed.
She closes her eyes, settling into a focused sort of mindfulness, thinking about it: about how it felt to enter the Horizon back in that world. Imagining their domain back in that world, or the times they had wandered into someone else's. It takes almost no time; like it is, in fact, a thing their mind knows how to do. They aren't in their domain. Or -- obviously -- they don't actually have one. In front of them is just...empty land and afternoon light. A sort of close haze clings nearby, but they can see what looks like different landscapes beyond.
It feels a tiny bit disappointing that their home isn't there: it was nice. And weird, admittedly; it sort of melted if you wandered too far, but even that was kind of cool. They seem to remember that you should forget things the first time, but -- they're starting to think maybe some experiences aren't entirely real or not real, especially when it comes to this place.
She's wearing new -- different -- clothes. It passes a quick inspection: a black t-shirt cut into a cropped tank, bearing the Death arcana like a screenprint, high-waisted jeans, a grey and red flannel shirt tied around her waist like she'd recently shed it. And -- she blinks and smiles at the realization- a binder. (God, if only she could wear that back out of here.)
On a whim, Teddy closes their eyes and tries to imagine the simple idea of home. The idea brings up more emotion than they're expecting -- though they should have, really -- a collage of memories and ideas that Teddy stubbornly tries to whittle down to a real visualization. When they open them again, their baby attempt at creating something in...the real Horizon, whatever that means...makes them smile, bemused.
It's a little like a confused AI tried to interpret all the input and spat out the simplest, most repeated ideas, which is fair enough, she reckons. It's still mostly just land. It looks a lot like behind their house in Kentucky, growing up.
On the left, though, where it should just be grass and an old doghouse that had only housed a dog for the first three years of Teddy's life, it sort of segues into Theo Prime's vegetable garden -- exactly as she'd had it the summer Teddy had stayed with her grandmother to help out. It's showing growth about right for the season in Solvunn, and it wants weeding.
In front of them, back in the Kentucky part of the yard, an axe rests against the stump her father'd always used as a chopping block. The firewood is only half done. Teddy's chest clenches painfully for a moment.
She takes a breath and says, "all right," and sets one of the pieces of wood up. Hefts the axe, recalling momentarily how proud she'd been to learn to do this the first time, and swings it down hard. It's a little under practiced, but the axe still splits the wood.
It feels good. It feels, ironically, realer than a lot of things have. She sets up another one. This time the movement's smoother.
After a while, she decides to explore a bit. She's not quite to creating a whole house, clearly, but the reason she'd come here was only part to feel a little more connected.
It was also to, hopefully be a little more connected. Teddy doesn't know if they're going to be welcome everywhere in the Horizon, or even most places. Hell, Teddy doesn't know if everyone they want to see that isn't in Solvunn even wants to see anyone from that time, or if everyone remembers the same thing. But fuck if they're not going to try. They turn left from their little patch and start walking.
[Find Teddy or have Teddy walk in on you! Be bothered by chopping wood! All and any types of responses totally welcome.
You can also find Teddy a bit later in the month/into June when their domain is a bit more built out if you like~]
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Teddy hadn't gone into the Horizon before -- before everything. They hadn't learned how: now, the idea of not knowing seems a little strange. And a little frightening. What if everything they feel, recall, even their instinct to try it is completely delusional, like -- trying to fly because you remember vividly being able to do it in a dream?
It's not trying to fly, Teddy finally tells herself, after a day of poking around trying to be useful or at least occupied. If it doesn't work, it just doesn't work. There's no falling. At the moment, she needs to believe that. Even the Horizon feels so absent. So much does right now: but this one might could be fixed.
She closes her eyes, settling into a focused sort of mindfulness, thinking about it: about how it felt to enter the Horizon back in that world.
Imagining their domain back in that world, or the times they had wandered into someone else's.
It takes almost no time; like it is, in fact, a thing their mind knows how to do. They aren't in their domain. Or -- obviously -- they don't actually have one. In front of them is just...empty land and afternoon light. A sort of close haze clings nearby, but they can see what looks like different landscapes beyond.
It feels a tiny bit disappointing that their home isn't there: it was nice. And weird, admittedly; it sort of melted if you wandered too far, but even that was kind of cool. They seem to remember that you should forget things the first time, but -- they're starting to think maybe some experiences aren't entirely real or not real, especially when it comes to this place.
She's wearing new -- different -- clothes. It passes a quick inspection: a black t-shirt cut into a cropped tank, bearing the Death arcana like a screenprint, high-waisted jeans, a grey and red flannel shirt tied around her waist like she'd recently shed it. And -- she blinks and smiles at the realization- a binder. (God, if only she could wear that back out of here.)
On a whim, Teddy closes their eyes and tries to imagine the simple idea of home. The idea brings up more emotion than they're expecting -- though they should have, really -- a collage of memories and ideas that Teddy stubbornly tries to whittle down to a real visualization. When they open them again, their baby attempt at creating something in...the real Horizon, whatever that means...makes them smile, bemused.
It's a little like a confused AI tried to interpret all the input and spat out the simplest, most repeated ideas, which is fair enough, she reckons. It's still mostly just land. It looks a lot like behind their house in Kentucky, growing up.
On the left, though, where it should just be grass and an old doghouse that had only housed a dog for the first three years of Teddy's life, it sort of segues into Theo Prime's vegetable garden -- exactly as she'd had it the summer Teddy had stayed with her grandmother to help out. It's showing growth about right for the season in Solvunn, and it wants weeding.
In front of them, back in the Kentucky part of the yard, an axe rests against the stump her father'd always used as a chopping block. The firewood is only half done. Teddy's chest clenches painfully for a moment.
She takes a breath and says, "all right," and sets one of the pieces of wood up. Hefts the axe, recalling momentarily how proud she'd been to learn to do this the first time, and swings it down hard. It's a little under practiced, but the axe still splits the wood.
It feels good. It feels, ironically, realer than a lot of things have. She sets up another one. This time the movement's smoother.
After a while, she decides to explore a bit. She's not quite to creating a whole house, clearly, but the reason she'd come here was only part to feel a little more connected.
It was also to, hopefully be a little more connected. Teddy doesn't know if they're going to be welcome everywhere in the Horizon, or even most places. Hell, Teddy doesn't know if everyone they want to see that isn't in Solvunn even wants to see anyone from that time, or if everyone remembers the same thing. But fuck if they're not going to try. They turn left from their little patch and start walking.
[Find Teddy or have Teddy walk in on you! Be bothered by chopping wood! All and any types of responses totally welcome.
You can also find Teddy a bit later in the month/into June when their domain is a bit more built out if you like~]