[For a moment, Petra considers continuing on with the teasing— but once they have shifted, any such jests die on her lips. She, too, finds herself alone, but her surroundings are all too familiar, open and lush and green, beautifully warm and full of more trees than even she could ever imagine climbing. There is nothing manmade in sight, not until she turns— and somewhere along the horizon, she sees the outline of what looks like the faint skyline of a port town.
How their domains are connected, she does not know, but while she did not remember what she had done in this place following her previous visit, coming here now sets her heart at ease. It looks, feels, smells like home, and she approaches the nearest tree to pluck a bright, ripe fruit from one of its lowest branches, then pauses only for a moment before picking two more. She's to be seeking out her friends, after all.
Fruit in hand, she begins to make her way towards what she can only assume is Derdriu, though her pace is steady and even, intent on enjoying the scenery.
It has been far, far too long since she had been in Brigid for any length of time, and she does not want to rush it.]
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How their domains are connected, she does not know, but while she did not remember what she had done in this place following her previous visit, coming here now sets her heart at ease. It looks, feels, smells like home, and she approaches the nearest tree to pluck a bright, ripe fruit from one of its lowest branches, then pauses only for a moment before picking two more. She's to be seeking out her friends, after all.
Fruit in hand, she begins to make her way towards what she can only assume is Derdriu, though her pace is steady and even, intent on enjoying the scenery.
It has been far, far too long since she had been in Brigid for any length of time, and she does not want to rush it.]