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Many Happy Returns
Who: Najaran, her Cards, and anyone who encounters her
Which: Open log
Where: Not far from the well
What: Najaranis breaking down is repressing trauma because friends have returned!
Warnings: Death, loss, Angst, violence possibly, violence mentions, genocide mentions, PTSD, possible gross things Najran's been offered to eat.
Najaran was glad to have helped out. And once everything was done she had collapsed. Except... that Nightmares kept waking her, kept her moving. Kept her running. She had found the wishing well and used trying to figure it out to distract herself.
Feeling a motion in her Cards, she summoned. Gremlin. Was this some sort of tech then? Her small Creature came out of his Card and scrambled around her, digging through her pockets. He found her Dream Baubles and threw them in on her behalf.
She reached, trying to catch them as she fell, not sure why he'd do such a thing. Just one more thing she'd lost. Like her friends. Her Book...
Her Book...
The next thing Najaran was really mentally processing she was sitting at the base of the Well, a number of Cards spread in her lap, and Gremlin looked very pleased with himself.
Confused she looked at the Cards then... gasped. "Gargoyle... Wall of Stone... Living Weapon..." she whispered. Then the fourth Card. She paled slightly even as she ran her finger across it. After a breath she stood, gathering the Card and putting Gremlin up on her shoulder. She needed some place with a little more room....
As soon as she found an open enough area, she summoned all the Creatures she now had with her.
Knight, Thunderbeak, Cait Sith, Eidolon and Gremlin were all common sights by now to those who knew Najaran well. They were the friends who had arrived with her. But now there were others as well. Gargoyle was huge, larger even than Knight, and far more intimidating looking. Wall Of Stone was larger still, but the face was almost - almost - kindly seeming. Or maybe just because he was looking down at Najaran. And then there was Living Weapon, who did not have to be large to freak people out who were unused to him. Najaran was trying, unsuccessfully, to hug all three of the new Cards at once, sobbing. But in the end she would up on Gargoyle's shoulder, hugging his neck and crying into the side of his face, clinging.
Living Weapon was circling the area, as if on guard, or on patrol.
"You're here. You're here..." she was saying over and over again through her tears.
Which: Open log
Where: Not far from the well
What: Najaran
Warnings: Death, loss, Angst, violence possibly, violence mentions, genocide mentions, PTSD, possible gross things Najran's been offered to eat.
Najaran was glad to have helped out. And once everything was done she had collapsed. Except... that Nightmares kept waking her, kept her moving. Kept her running. She had found the wishing well and used trying to figure it out to distract herself.
Feeling a motion in her Cards, she summoned. Gremlin. Was this some sort of tech then? Her small Creature came out of his Card and scrambled around her, digging through her pockets. He found her Dream Baubles and threw them in on her behalf.
She reached, trying to catch them as she fell, not sure why he'd do such a thing. Just one more thing she'd lost. Like her friends. Her Book...
Her Book...
The next thing Najaran was really mentally processing she was sitting at the base of the Well, a number of Cards spread in her lap, and Gremlin looked very pleased with himself.
Confused she looked at the Cards then... gasped. "Gargoyle... Wall of Stone... Living Weapon..." she whispered. Then the fourth Card. She paled slightly even as she ran her finger across it. After a breath she stood, gathering the Card and putting Gremlin up on her shoulder. She needed some place with a little more room....
As soon as she found an open enough area, she summoned all the Creatures she now had with her.
Knight, Thunderbeak, Cait Sith, Eidolon and Gremlin were all common sights by now to those who knew Najaran well. They were the friends who had arrived with her. But now there were others as well. Gargoyle was huge, larger even than Knight, and far more intimidating looking. Wall Of Stone was larger still, but the face was almost - almost - kindly seeming. Or maybe just because he was looking down at Najaran. And then there was Living Weapon, who did not have to be large to freak people out who were unused to him. Najaran was trying, unsuccessfully, to hug all three of the new Cards at once, sobbing. But in the end she would up on Gargoyle's shoulder, hugging his neck and crying into the side of his face, clinging.
Living Weapon was circling the area, as if on guard, or on patrol.
"You're here. You're here..." she was saying over and over again through her tears.