Sun rises, night falls, sometimes the sky calls...

[demonicbeauty]

Who: Ariadne and various (hit me up if you want a starter!)
What: Ariadne keeping busy and being bad at processing her feelings
When: Throughout January
Where: Various, but mostly Serenity Garden

Content Warnings: Backstory trauma likely to come up, discussion of Jedi/Sith violence, will update as needed.

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[demonicbeauty]

"Me?" Ariadne tilted her head to one side, like a sparrow that had just spotted something glimmering in the trees. "I think so. I mean I..."

She looked down at her hands.

And her cheeks flushed a peculiar shade of lavender.

"Oh. Sorry." Alastrians learned from a very young age to apologize for their appearance. It was one of the keys to survival.

The air around her body hummed, colors swirling like heat rising off of the pavement. One minute, she was green and blue and purple. The next, she was pink and brown and raspberry. Human through and through.

"My apologies. I know it can take some getting used to."

[psychopepsquad]

"It's fine." She didn't really think anything of it by now. She's seen bumpy foreheads, horns, and whatever other form a demon might come in. Being a different color wasn't something that phased her all that much.

The magic doesn't seem like a spell, but it could be a glamor of some sort. Demons could cast it, as well as witches and humans. It didn't require a lot of talent. It was probably one of the first spells she learned as a girl. It's nice to see familiar magic, but in this place, that familiarity only extends so far.

"Um...not really. I've seen a lot stranger elsewhere." She gave a small smile. "Also where we are? Being a squid? It's a bit more extreme than being blue."

[demonicbeauty]

Ariadne had to laugh. A bright, bell-like laugh that sang in the air. "Sometimes, I forget about that," she admitted. "But then, I wake up in the middle of the night and I'm in a bed instead of in the water and I panic for just a second, before I remember that I have my lungs again. Can breathe again."

She tried not to dwell on her own arrival too much. Ariadne loved questions like bees loved flowers. Which got especially frustrating when there weren't any solid answers. Better to forget.

Or...try to forget. Alastrian memory wouldn't really let her forget completely.

[psychopepsquad]

"Does that happen often?" She hasn't had any flashbacks to being a squid, but it's not as if she doesn't have nightmares about something that makes her forget where she is. "I guess you have been here for awhile?" It seemed like almost everyone had. Being an outsider was something that seemed regular for her.

"So...I'm Tara."

It's probably a good idea to introduce herself.

[demonicbeauty]

"A pleasure to meet you, Lady Tara," she said. And she gave another curtsy. Although she was quite sure that the woman wasn't a Daruc--didn't smell like one, anyway--it was a name sacred to their people. She couldn't help but slip right back into a respectful pattern.

She was nothing if not well-trained.

Or, as she preferred to think of it, well-mannered.

"I haven't been here long," she said. "A few months. It's my first winter. But I was in the...place before. You might have heard people talking about it. 'Deerington,' they called it."

[psychopepsquad]

"Uhm, not 'Lady', just Tara." It was a nice gesture but one that just left her feeling a bit weird and outside of herself. Not that she wasn't already experiencing it, but her normal shyness couldn't accept a grandiose title.

"I heard about it. That it existed in a child's dreams or something and then eventually, many people from Deerington found themselves here. But this is called the Trench." Just the bare basics, but enough to help her get by.

[demonicbeauty]

Ariadne nodded, giving Tara an encouraging smile. It was a lot to keep track of, especially if you hadn't had the misfortune of being there. Getting the basic facts was more than enough.

...also, she seemed a little dazed. No that anyone could blame her for that.

"I'm 'Airy,'" she said. A pause. "Well, 'Ariadne,' except that no one seems to call me that, any more." She didn't mind. She rather liked the nickname, actually. It suited her, and her many birdlike qualities.

Even standing still, she gave one the impression that she was about to spread her wings and take to the skies.