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The expanding Horizon
WHO: Whomstsoever
WHAT: Horizon Shenanigans (and testing out new Singularity abilities)
WHERE: Sypha's Domain
WHEN: February-ish
[Imposing her will on formless energy is nothing particularly new to Sypha, but communicating over long distances via script is...very much Not Done among Speakers. It's whispers passed down caravan networks or nothing with them. She hadn't lied to Alucard when she'd protested her own inherent lack of magical messaging ability.
But change is the only constant! The Singularity now tethers her to the rest of the foreigners via the Horizon (or something, she's still exploring the specifics) so
Anyone interested in exploring a new Domain may, upon popping into the Horizon, find a map projected before their vision in cheerful blues and golds. Follow or don't, wander the woods or cut straight through to the caravan, there's no danger to be found in this forest - pay no attention to the claw marks scoring some of the trees.]
WHAT: Horizon Shenanigans (and testing out new Singularity abilities)
WHERE: Sypha's Domain
WHEN: February-ish
[Imposing her will on formless energy is nothing particularly new to Sypha, but communicating over long distances via script is...very much Not Done among Speakers. It's whispers passed down caravan networks or nothing with them. She hadn't lied to Alucard when she'd protested her own inherent lack of magical messaging ability.
But change is the only constant! The Singularity now tethers her to the rest of the foreigners via the Horizon (or something, she's still exploring the specifics) so
Anyone interested in exploring a new Domain may, upon popping into the Horizon, find a map projected before their vision in cheerful blues and golds. Follow or don't, wander the woods or cut straight through to the caravan, there's no danger to be found in this forest - pay no attention to the claw marks scoring some of the trees.]
Mid-Feb
So he picks a quiet afternoon to see. His assumption - that there'd be a caravan - doesn't feel wrong. It just won't be the one Jaskier had when they were all introduced to this space.
He makes his way to the caravan slowly. His woods are dark and twisting and set in late autumn. Hers are alive and vibrant and you know what he doesn't want to think about those contrasts right now. He just walks, eventually finding the open space that the caravan sits in.
That is familiar. And so he knocks on the door of the vardo.]
Are you at home?
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