On the occasion of her eleventh birthday, Ingress dreams a little dream of oh, so many things.

tiny tag: Vanyel Ashkevron

[OOM: And in the end, Ed swims alone into the dark.]

[Tonight, while Yuna dances, Nita watches, and remembers.]

[OOC: OOM:

First, there is goodbye.

And then farewell.]

There is ice on the lake; winter always brings ice, though the cold of the water here is far less than that of the crushing deeps of the Sea.

Ed knows.

Ed remembers.

And, as always, Ed circles.

There is little enough else for him to do.

[OOC: OOM:

After speaking with Ed, Yuna pays a difficult call on Captain Jack Sparrow.]

[OOM: Out by the lake, Ed at last meets someone of an almost like mind.]

It's November. It's getting chilly in New York.

So when Nita enters the bar, she's already in a warm jacket, and she figures she may as well head outside.

Where she stops and blinks at the lake.

"There is a ship!"

(Yeah, Nita hasn't been outside much lately.)

It's definitely colder out here than the last time she was here, and Yuna's not going to swim tonight. But it's still not cold enough to a Spiran metabolism to drive her inside, bare shoulders or not, not while there are drifts of crunchy, spicy-smelling leaves to stomp through.

Sometimes Yuna is, in fact, very young.

The days are getting shorter, and colder. It's well into autumn now, and before too long it'll be too chilly to be comfortable without heavy jackets and boots ( Read more... )