otherworlders: (hold tight and up into the sky i'll go)
Pillars of the Havens ([personal profile] otherworlders) wrote in [community profile] 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.
biothermal: (hopeful)

Nina @ Summerfields and/or Seahaven

[personal profile] biothermal 2015-07-23 11:45 pm (UTC)(link)
In one moment, Nina was accompanying her sister and friends as they had been traveling to their next destination. In the next, she was standing in a field, feeling a bit disoriented and only vaguely recognizing her surroundings for the moment. As the minutes passed, however, hazy memories began giving way to clearer ones. She had definitely been here before.

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.
riotblade: (what dreams may come)

[personal profile] riotblade 2015-07-24 02:20 am (UTC)(link)
At the edge of Seahaven, the pillar known as Terra pauses to stare upward at the shooting stares with a small smile. The sight of the town she had come to see as home causes that smile to widen. If there's only one place she could ever see again, this would be it. Seahaven is home, and she's so grateful to have it so close at last.

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.
biothermal: (blank stare)

[personal profile] biothermal 2015-07-24 02:56 am (UTC)(link)
When Nina reaches Seahaven herself, rather than go directly to the house, she begins wandering the streets to help fill in what gaps still remain in her memory. That particular plan, however, grinds to an immediate halt when she spots a familiar face not too far from herself. The lack of entourage doesn't go unnoticed, but she remembers them; they're all a smart bunch and don't need any real supervision. Unless they're feeling particularly hungry or needy, anyway.

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.
riotblade: (omg yay)

[personal profile] riotblade 2015-07-24 07:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Especially since Terra took pains to ensure that the surrounding weather would be forever mild, yes, the chill certainly gets her attention. She stares for a moment, not surprised but still savoring the sight of one thought lost to her. With a growing smile, she finally steps forward for a hug, chill or no chill.

"Welcome home, Imila. I'm so glad you're here again."