[OPEN] Bionn gach tosu lag
Who: Aisling and anyone
What: Aisling arrives in the junkyard and promptly freaks out because of all the iron.
Where: The junkyard.
When: RIGHT NOW
Warnings: None yet
This was not her forest.
This was as far from her forest as she could possibly be.
It was dark, and it stank of iron, more iron than she'd ever seen or felt before. Even Kells had been mostly wood and stone. It pulled at her and twisted her senses, burning her skin when she touched it, and her first thought was that Crom had returned, Crom had awakened and devoured her and this was some kind of hell. There was nothing natural here. Nothing living.
She ran, trying to escape the cold metal, but there were walls of it, trapping her. Figures of iron seemed to be chasing her, and a strange blue ghost kept talking about things she didn't understand. When she climbed to the top of a tall hill and looked out, trying to find an escape or maybe spot her forest in the distance, she only saw more hills, more things, more metal. She felt sick and weak.
Finally she managed to find some wood, some kind of broken boat jutting out of another hill. She huddled down on it and wrapped herself in her hair and started to cry, lost and scared and confused.
What: Aisling arrives in the junkyard and promptly freaks out because of all the iron.
Where: The junkyard.
When: RIGHT NOW
Warnings: None yet
This was not her forest.
This was as far from her forest as she could possibly be.
It was dark, and it stank of iron, more iron than she'd ever seen or felt before. Even Kells had been mostly wood and stone. It pulled at her and twisted her senses, burning her skin when she touched it, and her first thought was that Crom had returned, Crom had awakened and devoured her and this was some kind of hell. There was nothing natural here. Nothing living.
She ran, trying to escape the cold metal, but there were walls of it, trapping her. Figures of iron seemed to be chasing her, and a strange blue ghost kept talking about things she didn't understand. When she climbed to the top of a tall hill and looked out, trying to find an escape or maybe spot her forest in the distance, she only saw more hills, more things, more metal. She felt sick and weak.
Finally she managed to find some wood, some kind of broken boat jutting out of another hill. She huddled down on it and wrapped herself in her hair and started to cry, lost and scared and confused.