[the barren, red wasteland of her domain is no more. it has shifted, turned green, vibrant yet monotonous in all the earthen tones. the entrance to her horizon will lead to a labyrinthine pathway of trees and grown vegetation; the sound of animals moving and scampering about in the foliage can be heard, but they are never actually seen.
except for a black bird—a raven—that perches on a nearby tree branch, observing whoever has walked in. after a while of aimless ambling about, it will start to lead the way—hopping from branch to branch, finding purchase on nearby stone structures, soaring down the path and waiting, until a bridge is reached. there and onward, the raven will tread its own path.
up the stairs, trees will open up to reveal a home, worn and weathered, but lived in. wanda will be at the porch, sitting down with a cup of tea, enjoying the chilly weather found up here above the forest. there's a kettle and an extra cup, as if she had been expecting visit.]
Tea?
[—she asks, because no one that is unwelcome here would have been guided properly by the raven to reach her home within her domain.]
—HORIZON [ OTA ]
except for a black bird—a raven—that perches on a nearby tree branch, observing whoever has walked in. after a while of aimless ambling about, it will start to lead the way—hopping from branch to branch, finding purchase on nearby stone structures, soaring down the path and waiting, until a bridge is reached. there and onward, the raven will tread its own path.
up the stairs, trees will open up to reveal a home, worn and weathered, but lived in. wanda will be at the porch, sitting down with a cup of tea, enjoying the chilly weather found up here above the forest. there's a kettle and an extra cup, as if she had been expecting visit.]
Tea?
[—she asks, because no one that is unwelcome here would have been guided properly by the raven to reach her home within her domain.]