logs | {suddenly, you lose your way and lose the thread.

WHO: Aspen, various
WHERE: Shadowlands, Stygia, and more
WHEN: December
WHAT: Catch-all log (event + general)
WARNINGS: Refer to Aspen's blanket warnings to be safe. Includes nonsexual descriptions of nudity (nude model thread.)

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( in this white-out winter, a slender figure steps through the snow with dogged determination. aspen acts like the wind doesn't really bother him, and in a sense, it doesn't - these winters are not unlike the ones he's witnessed in petir. he's missed them - in a sense that he hasn't seen snow for almost two years. he's been so used to rains that he almost forgot that most places got snow instead of flooding. while most seem to be bundled up and bustling, aspen enjoys the snowflakes dancing in the air and some that stick to his cheeks and lashes. that, however, doesn't mean he doesn't take notice when some people are freezing their tails off.

as he unlocks the side entrance to his still-remodeling shop, he calls - )

If you're cold, you can come in here for a reprieve.

( aspen's expression isn't as cheery as it usually is - even as he rustles and flaps his wings to knock the frost off of his feathers, there's something heavy hanging in the air about him. he pushes his braid out of his coat so it falls over his shoulder like usual, setting down the coat that he'd kept over his clothes. he's traded in pastels for darker blues and blacks, and he heads to the stone counter - opening the side gate so he stands behind the counter and starts taking care of the plants and walls of powders, tonics, and salves he has stashed away. )

What are you doing out here, if I may ask? You're not going to cross the sea, are you? If you get knocked off the ship, who knows if you'll freeze or not at this point - ghk...

( he covers his mouth as he coughs up a few flower petals, his sigh melding with an exhausted wheeze. he shakes his head with disappointment. )

Apologies.

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( aspen laughs brightly. )

I'm quite sure some chocolate will benefit me more than the earth. It sounds as if wyverns are common in your world if that's the sort of superstitions that are about.

I wonder which one of us is faster.

You're free to race my girl around the city when we get back.

[ Though he'd have to coax her outside. Wyverns don't particularly relish the cold, and he knows she's been enjoying curling up inside with blankets as of late, only heading out to hunt.

Still, it's an amusing thought, and one he looks forward to for when they return.

He tucks it away as they draw closer to the shores of the Shadowlands, the same grim mood from earlier returning; a sense of unease and a sharp pain in his head. ]

We'll be arriving soon.

( the slight cheer offered to them by the lighter topics ebbs. aspen grimaces a little, staring uncertainly at the shores of the shadowlands. he doesn't like this. he doesn't want to have to go back to his home, but the thought of not checking on his tethers also makes his insides seize up with ice. )

... I think I prefer being here for collecting roots and the stray grass than this. It feels far too foreboding for this time of year.

( but aspen's tension does noticeably ebb once they hit land, and he's the first one off and shaking out his skirts. bleh boats. hate them. hate ocean.

5* trip though. )

[ The chill returns when Claude loses the blanket of Aspen's wings around him, but he pushes it away for... all the other discomfort. He hates coming back to this place, and he knows that whatever awaits likely isn't any good.

He catches up to Aspen by the time he's wrung himself out. ]

... I agree. The thought that something could get past our doors is terrifying. I've been feeling it too.

[ It feels wrong not to share that now. He should let Aspen know that he's not alone in this at least. ]

( aspen looks at claude sidelong, empathetic. )

I'm sorry it's a feeling you share in. I would not wish it on anyone. I thought someone had to be explicitly invited into our homes for them to even enter. ( petulant - ) Either someone's lying or this thing is more powerful than expected. I don't know which I despise more.

Perhaps we're the idiots, for believing that it was true that nothing could enter our rooms without permission.

[ It's unlike Claude to be so blindly believing, but... ]

It just seemed true. Those reapers certainly left us alone.

( right. the reapers. aspen shoots a wary glance to the deserted field, full of doors. he sucks in a sharp breath, then looks to claude. )

How battle-ready are you? If you... would need help... ( he starts, cautious but wanting to give support. )

I'd rather avoid a fight if I can. [ Mostly because he already feels like shit, and doesn't want to make it worse.

But he gestures to the bow and quiver on his back. They're handmade and certainly not as powerful as his arsenal while alive, but sufficient. ]

But if need be, I can probably hold off a beast if we end up in dire circumstances.

( he nods, seeming distant for a few moments. he looks out at the terrain one more time before he turns sharply to claude, rifling through his leather satchel. out come three spheres, wrapped in cheesecloth. he offers them to claude. )

I don't know if these really have an effect on the beasts and Reapers of this place, but they should at least act as a distraction to divert their attention while we move. Upon contact and breakage, they explode into a cloud of dust and powder that will obfuscate eyesight.

How very clever.

[ Impressed, he takes the offered orbs, pocketing them away and glancing across the space around them again.

There doesn't seem to be imminent danger yet, but there's no underestimating the reapers. ]

Have you kept any for yourself?

( 'clever' is a compliment that makes aspen's face flush as prettily as a "beautiful" would for a shy maiden. it even reaches his ears. )

Yes, I have my own. They're my experiments, so I'm afraid I can't let you try them. I'm still not sure they'll work as I expect.

( he sets off first, tipping his chin up and gripping his staff tightly. )

[ The blush makes Claude smile slightly, as if they weren't in a barren wasteland about to confront a deep violation of their safety. It's important to take a moment to appreciate the small pleasures of life.

Ultimately, he just nods, accepting Aspen's explanation. ]

I'll just trust that you've done your work, then.

[ He turns back toward the field of doors, a sudden pang of anxiety striking him. ]

Hopefully we'll get there without incident.

Here's hoping.

( when aspen sets off, it's at a brisk pace - he keeps an eye out for any moving figures, and the most he tends to see are other restless rather than reapers. he's at least thankful for that. )

Where is yours? Mine is nearby.

A little further in, certainly not close. I don't mind accompanying you over to yours.

[ He isn't necessarily worried about either of them being able to handle themselves, but it's always better to have a partner in environments such as these.

Unless... ]

Unless you'd rather I not. There'll be no offense taken.

( he hesitates a little, but huffs out a sigh. )

Well, as long as you keep what you see there between you and I. I'd rather you accompany me than stay out here in the cold and danger.

Besides, the healers that swore me into my oath would have my head if I endangered someone needlessly. ( he does smile a little, though if he's joking or not isn't entirely clear. )

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