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deercountry2022-05-08 06:26 am
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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?
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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[Her question, however, only gets a curt, one-word answer.]
Both.
[There's a story there but not one Maul is inclined to tell many people. Even his closest friends have to be at a Level 8 friendship in order for them to unlock that part of the tragic backstory of Darth Maul.
He hesitates for a brief moment, not usually one much for physical contact, but the barrier of the gloves helps him to make up his mind. He takes hold of Tara's hand, trying not to tense up the moment he does so.]
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The energy flows between us on two points. Our linked hands act as a bridge and the energy flows between us like a river. We give, we receive in equal parts. We share.
As the energy flows between us, it courses through our body into the ground. Like it's a river between us, it flows through us and spreads into the soil, like roots. It's important to focus on that energy and that sense of warmth. Blemishes pour out and the purity of nature draws in like breath.
[She did her best to get that connection started, hoping that it was more than her words he'd sense.]
Just open your mind to me.