Pillars of the Havens (
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ourhaven2015-07-23 01:19 pm
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shooting star shower

It's late evening when it happens.
The sun has just set, but it feels darker still, like the dead of night - but not frightful. No, the night is full of anticipation; as if something is about to begin.
One minute there's silence, and the next, the Havens begin to reform. The flower field and its grove that has sustained you is the epicentre of things, but beyond it, the Havens fill themselves in like a potrait, colours filled in out to the horizon. What has taken weeks to prepare for takes minutes to finish as every place, every landmark, is restored to what it once was - and that's how you find yourself with the Summerfields at your feet, and the tranquil sight of Seahaven in the distance.
But the night is not yet done. The sky lights up as something passes overhead, and another, and another. It could be fireworks, but it's not. It could be a shooting star... but so many, lighting up the sky all over the Havens? Many land in the Seahaven harbour's shallows, but many more land elsewhere.
Nina @ Summerfields and/or Seahaven
Then, by chance, she looked to her feet, and what she found confirmed exactly where she was. Sitting there, laid out neatly, was her mother's jacket, with her locket and an inactive rune sitting right on top. Hanging the locket's chain around her neck and slipping the jacket on over the rest of her clothing, she pocketed the rune and looked south.
By some strange coincidence—or perhaps not—it turned out that she wasn't terribly far from the first place she would want to go:
Home.
She would be there soon.
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Glancing back to the Summerfields for a moment, Terra watches her fire lizards loop and race and play in the air. They need this outlet, so she doesn't think to call them back. They know the way home, after all. So does Adelind, though the dragonling is with Zephyr at the moment. That's fine, though. Terra doesn't mind having a moment free of the dragon brood, instead wanting to look in on the town saved and see every detail without distraction.
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Without so much as a single thought put into it, she turns and takes the most direct route possible to approach.
The growing chill to the air is likely what gives away her presence.
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"Welcome home, Imila. I'm so glad you're here again."