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β’ OPEN β’
Who: the summoned in solvunn
When: january
Where: primary settlement area
What: a little mingle
Warnings: tba
[ ooc: this is an open log so please feel free to jump in and make your own top-levels! feel free to assume your character was invited or told about the invitation to be with the other summoned (or to get free food; please, carmy is stress cooking). and have them just show up. you can always assume your character has heard it through word of mouth, and the locals will be happy to point your character in the right direction. feel free to use this log for any other in-settlement situation or wildcard it. ]
When: january
Where: primary settlement area
What: a little mingle
Warnings: tba
[ ooc: this is an open log so please feel free to jump in and make your own top-levels! feel free to assume your character was invited or told about the invitation to be with the other summoned (or to get free food; please, carmy is stress cooking). and have them just show up. you can always assume your character has heard it through word of mouth, and the locals will be happy to point your character in the right direction. feel free to use this log for any other in-settlement situation or wildcard it. ]
A. WINTER WELCOME
The current avalanche of the wrong Summoned into Solvunn is greeted by a rather cold and bleak winter morning. The locals are quick to try and help, offering lodgings and warm clothes for those that otherwise prefer to explore instead of staying inside. Those originally summoned into Solvunn are likely to be around, lending a helping hand should it be needed.
Despite the odd circumstance of arrival, the Summoned are not kept to one singular place. They are free to explore the place and become acquainted with the locals. One could stay in the Primary Settlement, venture towards the many different shops and homes and farms; venture a little further out towards the inn, or to the lakes where the treehouse is; or make the proper travel arrangements to go to the Secondary and Tertiary Settlements. They will be welcomed in all the settlements in a similar fashion, andβas is customary with the Summonedβbe asked to help around, be it with repairs, finding lost livestock, checking up on shrines, and any other task to help abate the woes of winter and the trouble caused by the earthquake.
One warning remains the same, though: do not stray away from the paths. There are monsters out there beyond the border of the settlements, so it would be best to travel in pairs, or stay within the realm of safety.
B. TREEHOUSE PIT STOP
The fate of the Summoned in Solvunn, like in the other territories, is not to be too far away from one another. The commune is small, though, which allows for a stronger bond; now, with so many gone and swapped elsewhere, it's a little more difficult to know where they are all at, currently, within this territory. Wanda tosses the idea around, to get people to come to the treehouse to know of the place. It's closest to the Primary Settlement, and, from here, the Summoned can find a path to wherever they deem best to go toβback to the Primary Settlement, towards the inn, or maybe even further south towards the Secondary Settlement.
The newly arrived Summoned are free to explore the space. They can step into the garden and explore the edges of the forest, or even greet Eli the goat and Clover the horse out in their sheds, though they will expect an apple or another treat for their troubles. An orange cat will follow the new strangers about, curious, and demanding attention, or even leading them further inside the treehouse. It is warm and cozy inside, and the different stairs will lead up to the different floors, doors opening up onto balconies and towards walkways across trees, to netted landings to look about. In the main house, some rooms are locked, but Wanda will let everyone know that they are welcome to make use of the amenities and to sit around if they want.
Something smells really good, coming from the kitchen, though. Carmy has been here for a couple of hours, cooking his anxiety away. Stepping inside the kitchen, snacks can be taken, but outside will be an area set apart, thick blankets streaming down the ceiling to enclose the space and keep the winter cold from affecting the dining experience ( 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 ). Anyone can come and go, sit down, and then step away; a hearth at the side keeps the inside warm enough to cozy up.
C. WILDCARD
You are in Solvunn now. Live your best goatcult life while you're here.
hilda goneril π fire emblem: three houses π ota
winter welcome ;
It's kind of hard not to.
Whatever the pink-haired lady is working on is kind of insane. But like, in the best way. He makes his way over, real cool like, and finds a perch on a nearby seat to observe her work but still keep a polite distance. ]
Uh ... is he supposed to be more menacing? I kinda feel like all bets are off when you've got a raccoon that big. It looks really good though, seriously.
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And when you find yourself in Solvunn with nothing to do, why not subject oneself to a medium of art that she doesn't quite enjoy but things will fit the theme of the inn? ]
This is supposed to depict a fierce battle! If he doesn't look menacing I'd be worried. [ There's a pause as she regards Rocket's bared fangs and claws. ] But maybe you're right. I could do with more snarl. He'd want that.
[ The compliment registers belatedly. ]
You really think it looks good? It has a long way to go to being done.
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He may or may not be looking for like, any indication of people-legs on this work in progress. Maybe the raccoon's like his best friend Grover; a kind of Abraxas-satyr. ] It's not just ... a depiction of a Solvunn folktale?
[ He's new here, okay; everything he knows about Solvunn is based on what he's heard from others, and the stuff Wanda tells him. But he nods now in confirmation, no pretenses. ]
Yeah, it's a really good start. I'm kinda hopeless with this stuff. They had us making dolls for Eifstide a while back, and I swear, most of mine ended up looking less festive and more ... uh, 'You don't wanna see this guy in a dark alley at night'.
[ He looks amused now, clearly not the least bit bothered by his lack of artistic talent. ]
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[ All of that is said with an almost palpable sense of fondness for her friend. Why else would she be taking on the very horrible act of embroidery otherwise? Just because she had become extremely skilled at it over the last several years here didn't mean that she enjoyed it. But as she had realized she would do most anything for someone she cared about. And an embroidered tapestry would definitely bring Rocket (and Ed wherever he may be) very happy.
As for the dolls, well. What Percy says has her letting out a laugh. ]
I'm sure they weren't that bad. But even if they were, you could just own it. Did you want to learn how to do this kind of stuff?
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[ Me taking pot-shots at my own character with my other character? You jest.
Percy figures he's more or less earned a little more of a permanent spot in the conversation now that it's started, with a huff of a laugh and an exhale that says without words: 'oh, they were bad, but I appreciate the sentiment', and moves to get a little better look at the craftmanship of the embroidery. ]
I'd probably be a pretty crappy student, but β yeah, sure. I'd like to know more.
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He's hard to miss even though he isn't that size. His personality and brains alone are enough to command attention.
[ With Percy taking her up on her offer however she scoots over on the bench she's occupying and picks up a spare embroidery hoop that she's clearly been using to test colours and stitches on that look a lot like whorls on the sea. Passing it over to him she rummages around for some spare thread and a needle. ]
The best way to learn is by doing. At least that's how I've always learned. Lectures can get so boring and it's even worse when they're about something boring.
treehouse
He's been out most of the day searching for escaped livestock, but once the sun goes down it's difficult to do too much. So he's circled back to the treehouse, but it looks like all the chores were already taken care of, meaning that he has little option but to take it easy.
He does that with a sketchbook that Wanda rustled up for him, sitting in one of the treehouse's window seats as he doodles idly. Dot has even come to curl up with him, although he flies off of Steve's legs where he'd curled up when Hilda bursts in, yes, like a hurricane.
Steve manages not to startle, but he sets the sketchbook down, sending her an unsure look when he notes what she's holding. ]
Maybe. [ What is this, Hilda. ] What's up?
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If she doesn't bother him now, then she'd just have to bother him later. The way Hilda sees it, the sooner she gets this done, the better. ]
One of the farmhands in the primary settlement saved me from some goats when we first arrived and I wanted to find a way to thank him. And what better way than a brand new work coat for the spring? No one said you had to live and work in the clothes you wear.
[ Insert the presentation of sturdy work coat here. From behind it she pokes her head around with a pair of doe eyes that is more for effect rather than persuading. ]
You're the only one I've met with broad enough chest and shoulders and a narrower waist.
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Still, as much as Steve might be curious about that, he can tell that Hilda is doing this as a kindness to the people who have accepted them with open arms, and it's not like he can argue with that sentiment. He hesitates for only a few seconds before he stands up from the window seat and steps toward her. ]
So you need me to try it on...?
[ Maybe she's going to make some alterations to it. Either way, it's a simple enough ask, so he nods to her to indicate she can go ahead with whatever she wants to do. Though not before he asks a burning question— ]
What happened with the goats?
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Yes, exactly! I don't want it to be too tight, you know? That sort of defeats the purpose of making someone something that they can work in.
[ She meets him halfway holding out the work jacket for him to try on despite being hilariously shorter than him. From behind him he'll hear a sad little grumble. ]
They chewed on some of my hair and then ran off with one of my boots! Can you believe it? It's bad enough being out there in the mud and the snow but without a boot? My foot could have fallen off.
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Maybe it doesn't fit him perfectly, but it's a decent fit. He wouldn't pick up on anything being wrong or off, but he wouldn't be surprised if Hilda wants to make a few changes given her more careful eye for this kind of thing.
He stays put in case she needs to measure or mark anything on the garment, barely holding back on his amusement as she regales him with her story of a run-in with goats. ]
Guess they've probably never seen hair like yours before. They must have been curious what it tasted like. [ While Steve finds it hard to believe that Hilda would have ended up with a frostbitten foot, he doesn't argue with her too much. Instead, he just sends her a crooked smile. ] I'm glad you survived the ordeal.
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...Or maybe it has to do with the fact that Steve is showing very little sympathy to the fact that her hair had literally been swathed in goat spit. She's quick to nudge his arms up and she pouts from beneath one of them. ]
I wouldn't have been able to tell because it sounded an awful lot like you were amused by my ordeal.
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He lifts his arms when she indicates that's what she needs, though then he gets a look at that pout and realizes he's somehow messed up again.
... Well, there's no reason to be anything but honest. They're good enough friends for that, right? ]
Maybe a little. I just figure in the grand scheme of things, some pesky goats are probably the least of our worries, right?
this is for all those edits
the second night, however, she tries to push past her own clambering ideas of discomfort and spend a little time allowing for the strangeness to become familiar.
which is why she reaches the room hilda has been invited to claim as her own; the ladder up is a bit of a rough hurdle, and the hallway to the living space a bit cold, but it's warm once wanda finds the bed, finds her friend, and allows herself under the blankets, rousing hilda from whatever ounce of sleep she might have been able to have reached; the candles were still lit, so it gives wanda reason to believe she wasn't fully asleep yet. the embrace is comfortable, wanda reaching for one of hilda's hands to hold. )
Are you feeling better?
( hilda had sure been found crying with the goats when she first arrived.... )
i deserve it π
Over the course of the two days that she'd had to explore, Solvunn didn't seem that bad by any stretch of the imagination. And while she often undersells her survivability and adaptability skills, there's no denying how comforting it is to have Wanda here and situated, welcoming her with open arms and a warm place to stay while the displaced Summoned figured out what had happened to them. Again.
Even equipped with her deep well of optimism however the thought of having to start over again here has formed a pit of discomfort and anxiety in her stomach making sleep tonight impossible. She drifts in and out of restlessness, barely grasping onto the edges of sleep when she feels warmth join her in the bed. Almost immediately her fingers curl around Wanda's familiar ones, drawing closer to her. ]
A little. [ There's no point in trying to hide how she feels in front of someone she considers one of her best friends. Her eyes flutter open. ] Won't Matt worry where you've gone?
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( the muttered, almost sleepy response. he knows not because she's told him, but because he can probably hear her, right this very instant, and is probably smiling to himself at the response.
hilda's eyes flutter open, wanda's own close, letting herself relax into the form of her friend.
it is almost disarming how easy it is to fall into this kind of rhythm, to nestle here in bed, under the warm orange glow of the candles perched on the walls of the room, and pretend that it is absolutely normal to have moments like this. wanda shared a room and bed with himeka for a long time, and that helped her feel at ease, when she had first arrived.
this feels weirdly a lot like that: starting over, even with knowing this place like the back of her hand. )
It's my birthday today. ( and given the calendar discrepancies, despite her best efforts to keep track of it with pen and paper on her ownβ ) More or less.
( and what joy it does give her, truly, to get to have many of her loved ones right here at arm's reach, when she would have to wait endlessly before for a single weekend in nocwich. )
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The same fear could be an extension of that here and now with Wanda. The thought of not being able to say goodbye - even if it was in the form of goodnight - made little papercuts on her heart.
Though vestiges of sleep cling to her still, hearing that little piece of news dropped is definitely enough for her eyes to fly open, no longer weighed down with sleep. ]
What?!
[ Propping herself up on her elbow she looks down at her friend with a little bit of a huff. ]
Why am I only finding out about this now?
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To be fair, it's only some minutes past midnight. You're the first to find out, I wouldn'tβ
( she pauses, huffing out another bubble of laughter, letting one hand press close to the elbow that keeps hilda hovering above her. )
I wouldn't sit on this information for too long knowing you're here.
( and it's special, isn't it? that wanda would rather spend the first moments of her birthday with hilda than with anyone else. matt, who? )
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[ Though she is actually somewhat horrified that she's missed several of Wanda's birthdays since her arrival here in Abraxas, Hilda's lips can't help but twitch in the face of Wanda's laughter. If there is one thing she's always aimed to do since their friendship began, it's trying to coax a smile or a laugh to Wanda's face.
She's deserving of it in so many ways after all. Just likes she's deserving of the fierce pout that forms on her lips as she huffs down at her friend. ]
The only reason I'm immediately forgiving you is because it's your birthday and because I'm the first to wish you it. [ And because of that the pout dissolves leaving behind nothing but the tender affection of a friend. ] Happy birthday, Wanda.
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I'm sure I would have found a way to make you angry at me.
( she jests, though, her smile softening at the way that hilda so easily gives and wishes her a happy birthday. for a brief moment, wanda lifts the hand that rested by her friend's elbow, her fingers a featherlight touch against hilda's cheek. strands of stray, pink wisps of hair tickle at her knuckles.
thank you, spelled out in action but not voiced out.
with an amused huff, wanda returns to lying down, stoic, hands at her tummy, back aligned to the mattress. )
I am now swearing you to secrecy, to not make a big deal of it during the rest of today.
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Why would I ever get mad at you? You're not a man.
[ And though she's obviously joking about being hurt by that sentiment, Hilda's words ring incredibly true and is perhaps very telling about how she tends to treat the women in her life versus the men. Not that anyone can blame her really.
Wanda's tender touch has what few bristles that might have reared their head to completely retreat as she settles down beside he, curling up close for both warmth and affection. In return she gently brushes some hair away from her friend's forward, her own way it's a silent, You're welcome because she understands Wanda's quiet way of showing her appreciation. ]
I can't even try and bake you a cake? [ There's a pause. ] Or find someone to bake you a cake? I saw that there was quaint little bakery in the primary settlement that might have something you like. [ Though Wanda has flipped onto her back Hilda stays curled on her side towards her. A slim finger comes to poke Wanda's cheek teasingly. ] What's the point of a birthday if your friends can't spoil you?
goats
Cloud winces at the noise coming from the field as he passes by, chocobo and its reins in hand, as another goat following closely behind him. He's unsure what set off this group of goats, but when he turns to investigate, he hears the distinct sound of someone wailing alongside them before he spots the shock of pink in the middle of the herd. He only knows one person who looked like that...
Hearing the cacophony a stone's throw away, the goat with him begin crying as well.]
You didn't have toβ
[Instead of finishing his train of thought, he sighs deeply and makes his way over amidst the chaos. Once close enough, he offers her a hand to get on her feet, should she choose to take it.]
You aren't planning on sitting there all day, are you?
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But the thing about Hilda is that she will never apologize for her dramatics or her feelings. Or rather, she's trying not to apologize for the latter unless it happens to be the cause of some sort of trouble. So she will cry if she wants to and she does, in fact want to.
The moment that she hears a familiar somewhat grumpy voice however it cuts her crying short. Eyes rimmed with red she looks up towards Cloud with a big shuddering draw of breath...and launches herself at him encircling him with a surprising amount of strength and transferring some of the mud on her onto him. ]
Oh thank the Goddess. I thought I was going to be out here alone!