[OPEN] july catcahll

[lightkeeping]

Who: Aloy and YOU
When: throughout July
Where: Solvunn, the Horizon
What: settling in, inadvisable camping, robot dinosaurs, whatever I WANT
Warnings: will list as needed

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[northerndragon]

This is not his domain. It’s not even adjacent. But Jon likes the wilderness, and there is a chance to see other wildernesses… only, he is not sure whether or not some of what he has wandered through has any counterpart in any real world.

So it is that he’s dumbfounded by the thing that bounds past him. It is a little like he imagines a dragon must be, but it has no wings to fly, and if it’s alive, it’s no kind of flesh he’s ever seen. But it’s nothing like a wight or a White Walker, either.

He tries to take it in, momentarily stunned, and as he recovers himself, he realizes that the beast has a rider. Red hair, some braids — that causes a different sort of surprise, a little pang that he thought he had put behind him. It makes him frown. She could turn up here… and some days, though it shames him, he wishes that she would.

But this woman isn’t her, and that shames him a little, too. He is small next to the rider and her mount the way he was always small next to a mammoth, and for a brief moment, he feels smaller.

“— What sort of beast is this?” he calls out.

[lightkeeping]

The Horizon is only a few miles across--the first thing Aloy did upon arrival (with her memories, that is), was to fully assess the space and figure out just what, exactly she was working with. For a seasoned survivalist such as herself, crossing this sort of distance takes little time, especially atop the back of a machine. Some of it is familiar. Most of it is not. Either way, it's a lot to take in, which means she's just distracted enough to blow past another Summoned as she guides the Clawstrider along at a brisk pace.

It's only when he calls out to her that she realizes she's nearly clipped someone, doubling back and momentarily looking the slightest bit apologetic.

"No beast. A machine."

Generally, she's decided that gauging someone's general technological level is best to get out of the way, first. If they're familiar with the terminology she uses, then she'll know what playing field she's on.

"Never seen anything like it, I'm guessing?"