First entrance

[winter_arrows]

[OOM: You can never escape your family. Tiny warning for references to the fact that sex and violence exist.]--but these are now not her mountains, wolf-Skaði realizes as she comes across a proper human path; the air tastes different, and there is no snow under her paws. Wary but not afraid, she moves toward the light she sees in the distance,

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[coreenfennel]

Coreen is curled up on a couch with crocheting. A friend needs some comfort, and this is the best she's got for him right now.

She looks up, and the first thing she can see is a woman.

In winter gear.

Heavy winter gear.

It's still July, right?

[winter_arrows]

Very much July.

It was March for her, back home, though. Not that she gets either hot or cold anymore, but the right clothing helps her to blend in.

The fact that nobody else seems to be dressed for cold weather makes her unbutton her coat again, casually.

[coreenfennel]

"Welcome to Milliways," Coreen says casually, from the couch and her crocheting.

[winter_arrows]

"Thank you," she says, tilting her head. "Where is that? Besides here, of course."

Doesn't sound like Sweden.

[7twistedwishes]

The Devil is having tea and pondering evil things.

But then Skaði enters, and is a distraction. Worth a smile. "Hello."

[winter_arrows]

"Ah, hello," she says, glancing up as she unbuttons her coat. "Interesting place you have here."

[7twistedwishes]

"Oh, it is not mine, but it is interesting nonetheless... would you like to sit?" She gestures to an empty chair.

[winter_arrows]

"I would," she says, tilting her head, curious.

They have furniture. They have a bar. There are people here, and it seems quiet. Not a danger, besides not being where she had expected to be.

She slides her coat off, draping it over the back of the chair, before taking a seat.

[wheatencrown]

Demeter is outside, surrounded by a small field of golden wheat, she's used up all her tears and the rain has finally abated. So she watches the wolf lope in from the forest and says in a small voice,

"Hello."

[winter_arrows]

...she has been seen.

It doesn't frighten her--she doesn't look like a hunter, either--but one can never be too careful. Appearances can be deceiving, after all.

Wolf-Skaði edges off the path and watches, warily.

[wheatencrown]

"I won't hurt you. I just wanted to be away from people for a time."

Demeter will never be a hunter, that is her niece's work, she is someone who helps things grow.

[winter_arrows]

Well, she can understand that.

Time away from people is important. They're so noisy and impatient.

Wolf-Skaði continues to watch her, from beside the path.