Familiar faces can be very wonderful, I think.

It does make one wonder about home as well, but that's not a bad thing. Even if bad things are happening, it's better to think about home than to not.

Home can be in more than one place of course, which gives us quite a bit to think about, especially when we're not entirely sure of where we are.

A good thing too that I'm fond of the zoo, though I'm fairly certain I've seen that unicorn three times now. Hmmm. That is nice too in its own way though, isn't it?

...

Though now looking at it a fourth time...

Are you the same unicorn?

[ er obviously the unicorn does not reply, but silence to signify it ]



[ooc; tags that get dropped = after work tomorrow/ sporadic... ]

The sun sits in the sky later in the summer, even in the City, but this late hour finds the forest to be a black just shy of pitch, tinged with oil blues and blanket soft greens. Amidst the shadow play, moonlight spangles down like bare feet that barely brush through leaves and grass on the silent ground below. Depending on how far an individual has wandered into the tangle of limbs and boughs, a stream may be an easy thing to find. For Luna, it isn't a matter of being easy or difficult to locate. The stream is simply there, and at this hour, so is she. On the periphery of thought the shadows tug without overwhelming and the light glints back and forth like reassurance. At the heart of it, she suspects friends and the promise of tomorrow, but no one asks her about these things and there's no need to tell people what they already know.

( More... )



( OOC Note, it's very long, I'm sorry? sob. )

Oh...

That's odd.

[ a small hmmm and the sound of twigs and whatever else snapping or brushing away under tiny feet ]

Perhaps, a dream.


I wonder if I'll see my mum this time. That would be nice



( ooc notage...again )

Shooting stars or falling stars?

There does seem to be a difference. It would be best, of course, if we could ask them personally...does it take very much from them to grant the wishes made on them? Is it easier for one or the other...hmm.

Curious~



[ooc: if tags drop off it is because the monster in my closet ate me or....i fell asleep 8( yus....b-backdate for if /when that happens....as usual sob. <3 ]

Things to consider, or to not consider~

-the recollection of minds from the gutter, just in case people want them back, you know
-the checking of bridles and reins and saddles and other things usually found at the stable...
-the unicorns
-flowers
-things to paint with




[ooc: cursed? not cursed? you'd never really know either way would you? no. probably not. besides. XD]

Make new friends, but keep the old
One is silver, and the other gold.

I always have liked that one, of course...


( OOC & HMD )

It is rather funny, how a home away from home can become more like home than home was, even if they aren't necessarily too close to the same, not quite mirror images, because mirrors are clear and flat and we are neither of those things, are we?

[ affectionate purr/meow sound ]

No, not very, I imagine.

Summer has always been good though, made of sun colours you know.

[ meow?????? sound ]

Yes, those too.

[ a 'hmmm' and a pause... ]

I seem to have separated from my shoes again. They seem to be becoming quite the intrepid explorers...perhaps when I find them again they will show me what secret places they've been going off to.

[ displeased meow is displeased ]

Well certainly.

Oh...well, I did suppose I might end up here again, someday.

Hello City...how have you been?


[ooc: aged up curse........think she's back after a long time, lol the only way she'll ever think that...dslkjfs....obviously not THAT much older, but say post-war obviously lmffldksj...couple/few years, give or take. edit thing;placeholder because unexpected company is ...unexpected D|]

( left for the people in the cabin / wherever they live now ffff )

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[ A U D I O ]

I suppose if anyone needed help, didn't know where to go, or what to do, whose side to be on, there is something to be said for solitude. I don't think it's so bad, and not the same as being lonely, which, similarly, is not the same thing as being alone...hm.

[ the sound of shuffling, probably bare feet through leaves...in the forest... ]

...the sea is a nice place to be alone.



( ooc forever and tl;dr idk lol )

....yes, and the interesting thing is that there's record of a cockatrice escaping during a previous Triwizard tournament. It attacked at least three of the judges, I believe. Though I wonder if it wasn't just very upset at having been forced to participate in the first place...I don't suppose that I would very much enjoy being forced into that...

[ horse wuffle sound ]

Who? Oh, him? ...no, I think he'll be quite all right...or near that, as long as he doesn't fall into the fountain again.

[ sigh ]

It's all a bit difficult really...who we are...and who we become...or who we don't become.



[ooc: y she's talking to the horses. Don't tell me you're surprised :| yeah. ]

The library really is quite remarkable. I do enjoy how the books move around. They seem happier that way. One in particular, I was just glancing through, and it was interesting to see how other worlds view creatures like the unicorn and the dragon. For some they are just fairy tales and for others they are great prophets, omens of good fortune or destiny. I suppose I would rather it be this way. It would be very narrow minded of the universe to make each world the same.

Still, I am glad they have unicorns here...I have yet to find any thestrals. I imagine, if they wanted to be found, they would though...that's fine of course. It's not just unicorns and dragons of course. The people are different too, good and bad, dead and living, settled and searching.

Though, I do wonder if one day, like some of the great dragons, humans will forget how to use their limbs and then change to accommodate, becoming something else. And what is the difference, legs to walk or wings to fly?

I think it should be very interesting to try one or the other, and a bit possibly impossible to do both at the same time.

There is chocolate pudding again, the last having gone quite quickly. That was much more fun than making it by myself, I admit, hmmm. Anyway there is enough to bring some to others. Tomorrow, maybe.

[ sound of a page turning ]

Oh this is just the thing I was talking about though. These people, from this world, for example, seem to believe that unicorns came into being far after dragons, but they are both unimaginably--or imaginably--ancient in many other places, older than time itself. These differences, I do enjoy them. [ more page turning ] The stables are a very nice place to read, though I am not sure Destrier or his friend are as taken with the stories. I highly recommend them~

Well, my mum, you know, I don't remember all that much about her. But what I do recall is that she was quite an extraordinary witch, very experimental, open to new things. Oh, and, I am quite certain she was happy as well. That's very important after all.

Dad loved her very much.

It is nice that we still have each other. I'm sure she's glad of that. We'll see her again one day, of course.

I think that if I was not the sort to go along with tributes, and similarly if I was the sort to go along with them, I would keep it to myself, one way or the other.

It is fair to think it could be a sort of curse, that people are compelled to speak to their defiance. Though it could simply be the work of wrackspurts--they do have a habit of making themselves present when it is least convenient--making people's thoughts jumble and mumble, grumble and stumble.

Or would that be the beer~

Hmm.

Oh...I am rather fond of that moment. I suppose I shall take this to mean that he is alright after all. It is still true, that the things we lose have a way of coming back to us in the end, if not always in the way we expect. He will find himself as well.

In the meantime, tonight seems like just the sort for snow-watching. I do hope the deities allow for it...it would be so sad, a winter without snow.

The snow would be so lonely.

The zoo was delightful and my shoes rather enjoyed it as well, I think. Thank you for joining me today, Regulus Black.

No snow yet, but one can always hope~ I do like hoping.


I wonder if I brought too many vanilla biscuits...well, really, one can never have too many of those.

Unexpected arrivals! I do like surprises. Though I suppose some warnings are worthwhile. A high note, though: we did make plenty of pudding after all. Isn't that nice?

Do deities like pudding, I wonder.

Hmm...

On ghosts once again, I wasn't thinking of the dead here as ghosts, though I do suspect they might consider themselves as such. It is up to them in the end of course. If they would like to be considered ghosts, I can see them that way, but if they would rather be perceived as alive, that is possible too. But that applies to everyone, in a way~

Then there is the matter of deciding what kind of ghost or not-ghost one wants to be.

I think I would like to be the sort of ghost that can open doors, and the sort of not-ghost who walks through them.

Yes I think I'd like that.