abraxaslogs | it's not your act of creation

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it's not your act of creation

Who: Claire and closed starters + opens
When: September + October
Where: her house in Solvunn, the Horizon, will add more locations as needed
What: An open where Clarie discovers she can control bees (up to 30 ft), an option to bake bread or garden with her, eventual questing, a handful of closed starters and more!
Warnings: Will update as needed
Notes: Please feel free to match the brackets or switch to prose, tag with your heart. Assume wildcarding is on the table, just message me first or hmu on plurk @

babybananas w/any ideas!

look how cute, how adorable, how perfect

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𝙄. 𝙄𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙣 🌸 🌸

[ Most of the time, if Claire hasn't been seen around any of the settlements in a while, she's in her garden. Not inside her home shuttered away, but outside. Back in the furthest corner of the primary settlement near the woods but not too close. Anyone passing by is likely to see her out, morning or night. If it's night, you might see the moon-like glow of her hair before you see her. During the day she's pruning, weeding, checking for pests and the needed insects alike. She has one lone beehive now, her magic bees, protected and enchanted with magic to keep anything like what happened to kill off her last hives can happen again, it's been made sure of. There certainly isn't enough to harvest anything yet, but a few bees do lazily fly about, seeking out the wildflowers.

Past dark, Claire is mostly still, sitting with a cup of tea and listening to the night sounds. She can't sleep much, not since things getting chaotic have kicked off around midnight each time. She listens to her garden, to the far-off noises of animals, all while sitting with a cup of tea. Friends and strangers alike are welcome to join her.

At any point, day or night, you might catch her with her new orb, watching her daughter, the small scene of their last Christmas together. She can't stop pulling it out of her pocket to watch at random moments, even though it weighs the fabric down. She doesn't care; if this object was given to her so freely, she assumes it could also be taken from her. ]

𝙄𝙄. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙨 🐝 🐝

[ It isn't something Claire does on purpose. She's simply considering when she'll be ready for more bees, thinking it's nice that she doesn't need to go out collecting them, when two or three fly close ot her face. They seem to...hover there, and she attempts to gently shoo them away. But they return, then more, until all she can see in every direction, are bees.

They don't seem to be panicked or agitated, they all simply hover there in front of her, the droning sound reminding her of high voltage. Taking a step back, the bees inch closer to her in unison, and then she narrows her eyes as an idea begins to take hold. ]

Fly up and down. [ She tells it to the bees, and they do, they all fly up in unison and then back down, this time surrounding her, like a large bee shield. ] Jesus H. Christ, I'm controlling you. [ She takes a tentative step and the bees go with her, then another, until she's calmly walking with a swarm of bees circling her. Should anyone happen by, they'll find Claire walking to the hives encircled by bees, seemingly unbothered by this turn of events. ]

Go now, all of you, into your houses.

[ She gestures, and the bees disperse, the four hives once again full to capacity. Now that she's used it, she can feel it now, this new magic nestling into place. Only now does she notice she has company, and she turns, raising an eyebrow and a shoulder. ]

Does it seem like new magic is being handed out a bit freer and faster than before, or have I just been that lucky?

Edited 2024-09-06 20:11 (UTC)

𝙄𝙄𝙄. 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙖𝙡 𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙚 🌳🌳

[ The tree Julia's created in the Horizon is wonderful, and Claire's drawn to it after a day of feeling the suspicion of people who've never looked at her twice when she's gone to their homes. Not religious enough; it's ridiculous, she thought it would've faded by now, as the black eye did, but it hasn't. It's all only made her miss those who've left even more. It makes her worry about the people still here.

On one side of the tree, in a small nook made between root and trunk, there's a space that couldn't be trampled easily. Kneeling, Claire presses her palms to the ground and closes her eyes, concentrating. It isn't long before small buds begin to poke up through the earth, then pop open into beautiful blue forget-me-nots. Opening her eyes, Claire looks at what she's done and gives a nod of satisfaction, standing then letting out a soft sigh. ]

Oh, I'll miss you.

[ She hasn't a clue if she's been observed or overheard, she doesn't mind it once she realizes she has company. She doesn't mention who it is she misses specifically, there's simply an ache. If she thinks, it's Zagreus first, the most recent, but she can go all the way back to Louis and still miss what that friendship was becoming, desperately. ]

One of the most wonderful things about being brought to this place, happens to be what hurts the most when you're left behind.

[ She loves meeting others, she wouldn't change it, but she's never known so many people only to lose them, not like this. ]

𝙄𝙑. 𝙃𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙯𝙤𝙣 𝙃𝙤𝙢𝙚 🐺🐺

[ As always, Claire's door in her horizon domain is open. Instead of a stray cat, there's now a stray wolf, Jon's direwolf, Ghost, a more frequent visitor than usual. She doesn't mind if Jon doesn't, Ghost is a good boy and listens, nevermind that he's a horizon construct.

Today, Claire is experimenting with ways to ways to combine different plants for different unusual ailments. Her studying of both the plant life and magic over the last year or so, has slowly led to this. She begins in the horizon as always, to make sure she's not harming any innocent, real plants, and she's attempting to make a draught that protects against the cold. She has the seeds of a scotch bonnet plant, the seeds of a jalapeño, and the dried, ground leaves of a thermogenic plant. Mixing it all together, she concentrates on the plants and what the core purpose of each part of them is, to warm from the inside, to heat up and keep the chill away. She adds sprinkles of cinnamon and nutmeg for added warmth, then brews it all into a tea.

The next person who walks inside will have a small shot glass of red liquid pushed at them, no explanation because she doesn't want to cause any bias. ]

Drink this, count to ten, and tell me how you feel.

[ It may or may not work, or it may work too well, depending on the person and the dose, but she's staring, hopeful and poised with a pen and paper. ]

Edited 2024-09-06 21:04 (UTC)

[ Claire loves having people over for tea or coffee. She'll always serve whichever dessert she's been working on in the Horizon—she practices with conjured-up ingredients first, only to perfect it and finally make it in her real kitchen. It wouldn't do to waste ingredients and ruin something she's never done before, so everything is well-practiced by the time it makes it to Solvunn. Today she's serving blackberry cake, served with the first autumn spiced tea of the season. She's forged or grown everything herself, using her magic to grow what she couldn't find in the tamer parts of the forest. The tea is a blend of hibiscus petals, orange peel, cinnamon, star anise, ginger, and clove. Not the full autumn punch yet, but a light September spice.

Her front door is open because she's expecting Arthur, the smells of the cake wafting out the door. There are bees buzzing, but they're polite and only two or three bob in the air near him as he walks the path, the rest stay near the bee houses and around the wildflowers.

When he arrives, Claire happens to glance up at the doorway and smiles brightly to see him, just finishing setting the cake on her small kitchen table. ]

Arthur, come in. Welcome. Don't mind the bees if any of them float in, they'll find their way out.

Edited 2024-09-07 16:06 (UTC)

[ Ghost is padding quietly beside her as Claire makes her way to Winterfell in the Horizon. It's as familiar to her now as coming home, at least this part. She comes sometimes even when Jon isn't there, to lay in a bed that carries his scent on the pillow. She'll stay sometimes, not sleeping but reading until she can't ignore real life any longer. It's not often, but there are times she doesn't want to be alone in her space, would rather be surrounded by the things Jon conjured for his domain.

Today is not a day she'll be alone, though, and when she finds Jon, everything in her warms and lifts. Any worries fade away as her arms automatically reach out for him. Here, in this space, there's no faint spot of yellow just underneath her brow where the black eye has finally receded completely. She takes him in, even though like her, any ailments, big or small, can be hidden away. Still, her smile is a warm version reserved only for him, hair loose and silver curls tumbling down her back, casting a soft glow. ]

Hello, darling.

Edited 2024-09-07 16:29 (UTC)

[ The suspicion swirling around Claire hasn't kept her from her normal routine in the very least. Her black eye has healed, but she does notice others giving her a wider berth, muttering under their breath. She still can't believe she's rocked the boat for not being religious enough, and she wonders if she can be tried yet again and nearly sentenced to death for some religious fanaticism bullshit. How many people can say that?

She's asked by someone who still trusts her, to please get her husband, that he's wearing a mask and scaring the animals and generally being a nuisance, but he won't stop. With her magic, Claire assumes an easy task ahead, but of course not, and now she feels like an ass. She's trying to keep her tone nice and even, trying to be patient as she steps closer. ]

Tegmar, make another, perhaps one you work on with your daughter?

[ She's attempting to appeal to his instincts as a father, but he shoves her away with one hand, shouting at her to stay back, but he seems unsure, eyes confused behind the mask. Of course she doesn't listen, and of course she steps close again, not expecting anyone to step in, reaching out in a placating gesture. He doesn't move for a moment and actually seems to be ready to listen to what she has to say. ]

Edited (go with prose or brackets, I'm good either way!) 2024-09-15 14:08 (UTC)

( matt's visits to nocwich are pretty regular considering that's the only place he and wanda get to see each other. but, he likes being able to see other people as well, people that have helped in the past, people that he owes a lot to.

people like claire. he picks up on her heartbeat easily enough and winds his way through the people on the street until he's close enough to her that she'll be able to notice him and he won't surprise her. )

Claire?

( he knows it's her but again, he doesn't want to startle anyone by just appearing at their shoulder all the sudden. )

[When Claire wakes and heads downstairs for breakfast, she'll find a warm cup of tea and a plate of breakfast ready for her on the kitchen table. Michael sits at the opposite side, his preferred mug of hot water the only item on his placemat. This in itself is not a very unusual sight. Now that he lives so close by, Michael has made a routine of being at the table in the morning. What is new is the fat orange cat sprawled sleepily on his lap.

Michael looks over to her as she steps into the room, a familiar neutral but pleasant expression on his face.]

Good morning, Claire. Happy birthday. I realize it's considered poor form to treat pets as gifts, but before you say anything, you should try holding him.

[The cat is very soft, and therefore any faux-pas he has made should be forgiven. Also, in this instance, he thinks he has assessed correctly that she won't mind the burden of another mouth to feed. Michael rouses the cat—or attempts to—and lifts it up, offering the sleepy and seemingly boneless animal to Claire.]

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𝖲𝗈𝗅𝗏𝗎𝗇𝗇 | 𝖢𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗋𝖾'𝗌 𝖧𝗈𝗆𝖾 | 𝗈𝗍𝖺

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖧𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗓𝗈𝗇 | 𝗈𝗍𝖺

𝖠𝗋𝗍𝗁𝗎𝗋 | 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝖽

𝖩𝗈𝗇 𝖲𝗇𝗈𝗐 | 𝖢𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝖽

Chris Halliwell | Closed | Quest task 1