[as whatever instigated a change in the horizon peters out into something more manageable, wanda's able to bring her horizon back into some semblance of order. the ghouls no longer patrol in the darkness, and she makes a point of having the sun shine brightly through the thick canopy. the red mist is much harder to control, but she's come to realize that she can make it disappear at will if she focuses on itโrather than chasing it down.
her home is better, too, no longer treading the line between falling apart in splinters of heavy mirror-like breaks, nor is there no longer any real torment of dark magic exuding from its corners.
wanda is just about fixing one of the many portraits hanging from the wall in the hallway when a loud thump behind her snaps her out of otherwise sad thoughts. sure, maybe people are still side-stepping into the wrong horizons, and at least they landed inside the house and not out in the still unpredictable forest. wanda turns, only to findโ]
Sam?
[it looks like he fell from the ceiling. wanda walks up to him and, hesitantly, takes his hand to help him up.]
โHORIZON [ sam wilson ]
her home is better, too, no longer treading the line between falling apart in splinters of heavy mirror-like breaks, nor is there no longer any real torment of dark magic exuding from its corners.
wanda is just about fixing one of the many portraits hanging from the wall in the hallway when a loud thump behind her snaps her out of otherwise sad thoughts. sure, maybe people are still side-stepping into the wrong horizons, and at least they landed inside the house and not out in the still unpredictable forest. wanda turns, only to findโ]
Sam?
[it looks like he fell from the ceiling. wanda walks up to him and, hesitantly, takes his hand to help him up.]
You alright?