It feels out of place when it finally appears, the surface of the glass rippling and shifting like water. It appears to beckon, to ache for acknowledgement, and should Noah decide to step through he will find himself in the midst of a moonlit meadow. Trees encircle the clearing, flowers scattered amongst the knee-high grass that shifts and sings in a gentle breeze. Their petals are stark white, almost glimmering beneath the full moon's illuminating rays.
The world hums with a melody that is felt rather than heard.
The flowers feel uncannily familiar, and he doesn't give them more than a passing glance; but a specific type of white flower was always Harque's favourite, and Noah tries not to think too hard about that.
He'll push forward into the meadow, looking for signs of... well, anything else. A house, or a way back to the park, or indications that he might have somehow made it back to Elrios or even Tirnog. He'll take Tirnog. That's surely better than whatever this is!]
Beneath the watchful gaze of the stars above, all seems peaceful. That is, at least, until Noah's foot clangs against something hard and metal hidden in the grass. He can trip and fall on his face or catch himself, but regardless of how it happens he's found... Something!
It's an ornate golden ring, two blue-gemmed prongs jutting off of it in a decorative manner on either side. Decently sized, perhaps just large enough to orbit a weapon?
That sure is familiar! Noah scrambles from where he absolutely fell on his face, crawling on his knees to pick up the sundial. Of course he'd recognize this; he's the one who fucking made it. This means that there's a Clamor around here somewhere.
Maybe? Ugh.
He looks for other sword parts that might be lying around while he's here. The tassel or maybe the sword itself? Or just the whole Clamor?]
There doesn't appear to be any more sword parts here in the grass! Just the one, which could either be a good sign or a bad one depending on how active his imagination is. The metal itself begins to warm under his palm, seemingly thrumming to live in a heartbeat without rhythm.
A tether once cut feels whole once more in his chest, weak but definitely real. Pulling, desperately tugging and beckoning Noah to come locate the source. Somewhere to his left, deep within the dark forest of trees.
[Noah's imagination is very active, thank you! He's freaking the Fuck out, clutching that sundial close to his heart like maybe he'll hear Clamor's voice. Though, because Noah is So Good at repressing his emotions, he tries not to let it show physically, even if he's alone.
He stands, nervous hands brushing away dirt from the gold, and makes his way toward the forest. This is surely a good idea. Nothing bad has ever happened in the woods to him. Ever.]
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amuze2022-09-08 12:04 pm
★ The Tower - Black Mirror :) ★
The world hums with a melody that is felt rather than heard.
looks at you.
concerning? He supposes.
The flowers feel uncannily familiar, and he doesn't give them more than a passing glance; but a specific type of white flower was always Harque's favourite, and Noah tries not to think too hard about that.
He'll push forward into the meadow, looking for signs of... well, anything else. A house, or a way back to the park, or indications that he might have somehow made it back to Elrios or even Tirnog. He'll take Tirnog. That's surely better than whatever this is!]
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It's an ornate golden ring, two blue-gemmed prongs jutting off of it in a decorative manner on either side. Decently sized, perhaps just large enough to orbit a weapon?
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That sure is familiar! Noah scrambles from where he absolutely fell on his face, crawling on his knees to pick up the sundial. Of course he'd recognize this; he's the one who fucking made it. This means that there's a Clamor around here somewhere.
Maybe? Ugh.
He looks for other sword parts that might be lying around while he's here. The tassel or maybe the sword itself? Or just the whole Clamor?]
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A tether once cut feels whole once more in his chest, weak but definitely real. Pulling, desperately tugging and beckoning Noah to come locate the source. Somewhere to his left, deep within the dark forest of trees.
no subject
He stands, nervous hands brushing away dirt from the gold, and makes his way toward the forest. This is surely a good idea. Nothing bad has ever happened in the woods to him. Ever.]