PARADISA LOST

[Dictated as always]

( The Doctor (both) and any parties interested in The World Beyond (sans First Gens and allies )

[Daine's currently in the lobby with a few books in addition to the journal. Two are open on the table in front of her, one with intricate illustrations of a rabbit's skeletal structure and organs, and the other with pages of small text, unreadable from an arm's length away.

There's some rhythmic tapping recorded on the journal pages before Daine speaks again.]

I'm well aware there are many people with pets in the castle, and I'm very interested in speaking with them [Pause] and you, of course. Simple conversations should work if you're willing. I'd just like to get an overall feel for things here.

Related to that, what there is in regards to healing for them here, I don't know. I'm not sure I've ever heard anything mentioned along those lines at all. If that's the case, something can easily be set up, can't it?

Who: daine, technicallyabug, and later gwaine
What: Motherfucking Hippogriff in the motherfucking stables
When: Earlier on the 29th
Where: Stables and surrounding area?
Rating: TV MH for Magic and Hair (thanks Gwaine)

( The stables might as wel be a zoo )

[Out in front of the castle is a young woman who appears as if she has a bit on her mind. She's sitting on the grass far enough away from the entrance that the occasional wandering animal or two ventures over to visit with her. Castle pets or random strays, it's not a problem.

As she lounges, idly stroking a random cat behind the ears, Daine reaches behind her, feeling around for her journal. Soon enough, it's located and opened for another round of 'idle chatter'. Yayyyyy?]

Myths, legends, folklore... things that aren't supposed to be real. Sometimes they do exist, but they're forgotten, passed down through stories and tales for so long that the reality of them is dismissed as fantasy, the original experience so far gone it's seemingly impossible to recall.

Other times, the details are distorted by the one telling the tale, be it for dramatic effect or to get a message across. [Her voice changes, sounding as if she's about to recite some incredible work of prose that starts with a disclaimer.] 'There's a moral at the end of the story, a lesson to be learned from this, so listen closely...'

[Daine pauses, voice falling back to her previously mellow and slightly curious tone.]

Ancient and all powerful artifacts, a hero who braved the great unknown for the glory of his kingdom, creatures so fierce that not even the sharpest blade or most forceful spell could bring them down. It sounds like a lot, doesn't it? Though, I'm sure most worlds have something like this, right? You don't have to be a child to enjoy the thrill of such tales. [She's silent for a little, journal only capturing the purr of the cat in her lap.]

What sort of stories are present in the worlds represented here? Fact or supposed fiction, I don't mind. I'm curious to hear what's out there.

[OOC: Sharing time is now? :D? Open journal or in person, whatever.]

[A little ways off the path into town, but still visible from it, Daine's sitting under a tree. She's surrounded by a few different species of animals. A couple squirrels, a few odd mice, three or so rabbits, and even a fox. That's not counting the birds settled in the tree's branches.

One of the squirrels, grey on color, scurries forward and leaps on to her knee as it stares at her intently. The two lock eyes for what seems like a long time, the squirrel's ears twitching occasionally. After another moment, the brunette breaks eye contact and reaches for her journal next to her. She grabs a pen, one of the more modern things she's adapted to, and begins to scrawl.]

[Filtered from Riful, her allies and any who would inform them]

[The following is written in a slightly messy, yet entirely legible hand.]

I apologize for the improper [scratched out] timing of this information, however, I've only just received it.

Up until a few days ago, Riful was away from her residence south of the castle. She was heading north towards the city, but supposedly she only went as far as a stand alone building not visible from the city's edges. Following that, she retreated back into the mountains until she returned to her base for an unknown reason.

Additionally, she has made similar trips in the past, the frequency of which is currently unavailable to me. Perhaps if others know more, we could put together pieces of information to form a general idea of her recent whereabouts. Anything might be useful at this point.

[With that, there's a recorded sigh before the young woman closes the book and goes back to communing with nature.]

[OOC: Dated to after the funeral, and open in person or over the journal.]

[Up on the deck of the Typhoon (?), Daine's sitting a few feet away from the edge of the ship, unstrung bow in her lap. She has a cloth in one hand as she gets to work cleaning her weapon. While it doesn't exactly need it, it's something to keep her focused.]

While I don't mind ships or sailing, it's a little disconcerting being dropped on to one with no idea of where you're heading. Besides that, only a few people here are adept at running a ship. [She exhales a little.] I suppose we should be grateful for those we do have.

[She sits back against a barrel as gulls begin to line themselves on the ship's railing, keeping eerily silent.]

[OOC: Open journal or action for Route A!]

[Out front of the castle, Daine sits under a tree with the journal open beside her. A few different kinds of birds are in the branches above her, seemingly content with each other's company as the brunette flips the occasional page in her book.]

It's only been a few days since I arrived, and I can't help becoming more curious about this place. It doesn't resemble any castle I've been to back home, at least not from the inside. Things here are very centralized with the body mostly comprised of living quarters. In a way, that does make sense considering there aren't people needed to run the surrounding land. [She pauses in her thoughts, flipping a few more pages before continuing in a different direction.]

I've been told people here are from all different kinds of worlds with varying levels of technology and magic. I wonder how many are even vaguely similar to my own. Back in Tortall, we're ruled by King Jonathan IV of Conté and Queen Thayet. We have knights and nobility and mages, and those are simply the humans that might be of interest...

[Daine trails off after that, murmuring to herself. Given a few moments, her voice can be made out once more.]

Idle ramblings aside, I do have a few questions, though most can wait. One that's been on my mind since I arrived was the assortment of residents and creatures present here. What sort of unusual beings are living here? I can sense a good number I'm unfamiliar with. Rather than going to see for myself, I figured asking might be the safer route for the time being.

[OOC: Open in person or journal! Please come bother. :)]

[Dictated]

( Private )

There are other people here who are the only one from their world. What's it like for you?

[Currently in the library flipping through books, Daine's not really keeping an eye on the journal as Kitten takes it off the table. The young dragon then begins to trill at the book stubbornly, trying to get it to reveal its secrets.

The journal captures Daine's amused tone as she chastises her friend.]

Kit, I don't really think that's going to work. Its magic is beyond even your abilities.

[There are a few more insistent trills before Daine reaches down and takes the journal back.]

Enough now.

[She resumes her reading as Kitten proceeds to sulk under the library table.]

[OOC: Open post, library or journal.]