deercountry | Blessed Day [Open]

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Blessed Day [Open]

Who: Tara Maclay and OPEN
What: Dealing with her Blessed Day
When: May 7
Where: The Sanctuary Courtyard, the Gardens

Content Warnings: Talk of death, numbness and grief.

The Sanctuary

[Seated in front of the guardian sapling, Tara managed to connect her energy to the earth and everything beneath. It was risky, possibly drawing in darker forces than her magic ever allowed. The puzzle of it, was finding the pure energy and weeding out the bad. She liked the challenge, it kept her occupied and pressed her to have more active control over her abilities. This place largely had good energy, what she had been searching for.

There were flashes of memory, even as she tried to put everything else from her mind. 'Your shirt'. A "POP", a sudden sting and then nothing. Endless peace, comfort, and rest.

Tara sighed, severing the connection to the earth. She pressed her gloved hands to her eyes, well aware that meditation wasn't happening today of all days. Though she had no idea what any of it meant. Blessed day. What exactly was supposed to happen or what was she supposed to feel? At the moment, she felt numb, not really feeling "blessed" on her death day.

She noticed a figure from the corner of her eye and forced a smile to her face, getting to her feet.]

Are you here to see the grounds or are you here for help?

The Gardens

[Bausphomette. They were the most honest and empathetic of the Pthumerians, though why she had never reached out to them, she couldn't say. Maybe because it was an effort to figure it out, along with so much else in this place. She had been here for half a year, but still never spoke to her Pthumerian Patron. It occupied her as she tried to remember if someone had told her before, leaving her restless.

She likely looked like she was lost, pacing back and forth around the grounds.

Summoning was easier in Sunnydale, here, did it require blood or something?

There were others here, though she didn't pay much attention to them at first. Some came, others went, it just meant there were figures in the park. It was only when someone came directly in her path that she pulled out of her daze, fumbling to smile.]

S...sorry, am I in your way?

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[She snorts, hands buried in her pockets.]

T, the moment you're in my way, I'll congratulate you on making great progress on the whole confidence front.

[In truth, she'd been looking for Tara anyway. Baus too, she's only spoken to them a couple times but she finds them pretty chill to be around.]

What's up?

[ Ange shakes her head. ]

Quite the opposite.

[ After all, she may not have come here looking for Tara. But when she spotted the other here, Ange couldn't help but approach - hence why she was in the other's path in the first place. She tucks a stray strand of her hair away behind her ear while looking at the other. ]

I was wondering if something is bothering you. [ It makes her feel a little nosy, but..

.. well, sometimes in this place you ought to be nosy, right? They all have to look after each other to keep things from getting too crazy. ]

You looked like you were thinking about something really hard.

[ The unexpected visitor is one of the other recent volunteers at the Sanctuary. K's dressed formally in a nice dress shirt with the sleeves rolled to the elbow, waistcoat, and slacks, modern attire that somehow doesn't look too out of place in Trench. That is, aside from the garish robot-print apron he's also wearing. ]

Sorry — I didn't mean to interrupt...?

[ He offers an apologetic tilt of his head as he raises the tray he's carrying. It holds a couple dozen neatly arranged vegetarian spring rolls, and a few bowls of tofu fried rice, still steaming. Not exactly gourmet dining here, but the food is skillfully made and filling all the same. ]

I'm K. And the resident cook, among other things. Just making the rounds seeing if anyone's hungry.

[ Since there doesn't exactly seem to be a set schedule yet for meal times. ]

[Willow's own Blessed Day had come and gone quietly in the days prior to Tara's. A year to the day that she had returned from the death realm in Derington to fog, and chaos and the ruins of the farm she had called home for the better part of six months. Quiet reflection had seemed like the best way to spend the day.

It feels odd, coming to the Sanctuary to see Tara on the anniversary of her death in Sunnydale, given... Well. Everything, really. Willow had given the entire house as wide a berth as she had been able to last month, shaken by the experience in the catacombs, and the loss of John, Herc, and Glitch. She wasn't sure she could handle a rejection from Tara on top of the rest, so it felt like the wisest course of action was to avoid the matter all together and give them both some space to try to sort out their feelings. Besides, with Luna indisposed, someone needed to look after John's shop.

She wears the darkblood stone pendant he left for her all the time.

Willow watches Tara quietly in front of the tree, and suddenly she finds herself second guessing her decision to come here. It feels too much like an intrusion. She's about to turn to leave when Tara comes out of her attempt at meditation, and she manages a small sheepish smile.]

Oh, um. Hi. Sorry. I didn't mean to disturb you. It's okay. I'll- I'll just - [She gestures awkwardly -] go.

[in contrast, last month Tinya had spent a great deal in Argonaut's company. she'd chatter away at him, mostly about her fears of turning another year older in a place which wasn't home. her memories no longer matched, one set of memories at home and the other set at the other place. that set had branched off into this one and only the Mistress knew what would happen from this point.

and Tara didn't look lost exactly, but she did look deep in thought. maybe a little too deep?

so Tinya chose to make her way to the other young woman, making as much noise in the process as she could, until she was standing directly in front of Tara]

Not in the slightest. I was simply concerned.

I am here to see visit magnificent tree.

[Maul for his part is oblivious to what The Sanctuary is doing. If he did, while he does have the power to help given his ability to pull corruption out of people and the areas around him, he'd be reluctant to offer it. He's found all too often his help is met with suspicion at best and with people accusing him of having ulterior motives. No, he's not about to be met with the idea that no deed goes unpunished.

What not many people know is that Maul actually loves being outside in nature, surrounded by plants and animals. It was how he'd first discovered he was Force-sensitive when he was young, being able to feel the life force in everything that lived in the woods that surrounded his home. He's been getting back to his roots lately, letting the serene energy of the woods relax him, calming him down, and centering him instead of always giving into his anger. So he loves the feelings he's been getting off the guardian saplings he's encountered thus far and keeps coming back to them.

Maul is being followed about thirty feet by an enormous Nightmare Steed. He looks vaguely like a unicorn, if a unicorn was crossed with a moose and a lion perhaps. The steed gives a low, deep whicker, nudging Maul none-too-gently with his enormous muzzle when he stops. Maul turns and pulls out a strip of dried meat, which the horse gently nibbles at until he's eaten it out of Maul's palm.]

Ignore him. [Maul says regarding the Nightmare Steed.] He's on an endless quest to be fed more meat.

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