the compass shifted [OPEN]

[allsongs]

Date & Time: 1/24-1/30
Location: wilderness
Characters: Simmaeri the big honkin' dino-thing and you!!
Summary: WELCOME TO MAHOU JURASSIC PARK
Warnings: No clue, just a giant creature atm



Simmaeri took slow and careful turns then. Lumbering, methodical steps from massive, heavy legs made the closest scenery quiver. The feeling of stony, withered ground was slow in processing, much slower in understanding; it was such an unusual addition to the mix of already unusual things bombarding her senses. She could see no open expanses of white or gray, smell no fresh ice or snow, and hear only whispers of wind, gusting more like little gasps, choking on the chemicals mixed into the air itself. It stung her nostrils, made her eyes itch unpleasantly.

This was what her brothers and sisters had sought and embraced? It made no sense. It was as empty as it was unkind to her in that moment, and startled creatures quickly fled before she had chance to turn her head and regard them. Those, at least, would have been exciting; she did not know any creatures other than herself; seeing something new would, perhaps, make up for this startling change.

Either way, she lifted her head back up (not too high; the stinging seemed worse higher up) and let out another long, low sound, rumbling up from her neck and out through a snapping of her jaws. It filled the air and soon passed, and she waited well after the echo for a reply.

Was she really so far away that none could hear her back in the north? The terrain had changed so suddenly...what odd, foreign magic had done this?

Am I lost now? How strange this is.

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[scour]

"All right," ctsv said, sitting back again, content and smug. He'd totally planned this all along. "Move along, then."

He took a pause just to check that he had all his belongings on him, and then shuffled around a bit over Simmaeri's head until he found a comfortable spot.

He looked up at the sky.

"I came from over the sea," he said. "Sort of. It might've been a different sea."

[allsongs]

Born of the sea? Simmaeri wondered, trying to imagine it. Rarely had she looked upon open water, traveling so often inland, where everything was a constant sheet of white and blue reflected from the sky. She found it not too difficult to imagine, actually; a small bit of foam bearing up something so small itself. How would she have ever noticed before had it not made a sound to hear?

Her steps, to her, were careful and slow, but any forward motion from something so large was a speedy force for little things along for the ride. She was faintly aware of it – just faintly, in that she acknowledged the way her head cut the air. Would he fall? She wouldn't know what to do if he did.

Take care not to fall, little one.

[scour]

"No, not born," ctsv corrected, hastily. He grabbed on tight to make sure he wouldn't fall. "I don't know how I was born. I don't think I was born into this form, I think I was made-- there's a difference. I guess."

He shifted position slightly to gain a little more security.

"You don't have to worry about me," he said. "I'm holding on."

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Who is it that made you? she asked, having wondered about his words for a set of heavy steps. Do you remember? Do you remember what magic it was?

She knew well the rumors among her own people: the choice to make, to change shape for good. A dangerous, intriguing thing. Many made much of dire consequences, of vanishing to never return, speculating on what life held for those exiles.

That's what she was now, wasn't it? Would she change, too? Perhaps to the scale of the little creature riding atop her right now. Dangerous, intriguing...

[scour]

ctsv shook his head, before realizing that she wouldn't be able to see that.

"No. I remember a lot, but I don't remember that. I just remember running away from them before they could take all my memories." He huffed. "They do that to everyone else they make. But I ran away, early, so I didn't forget everything."

But he had forgotten enough. Enough to make him angry.

Oh, well. Moving on.

"Were you made, too? Or were you born?"

[allsongs]

Simmaeri mulled over ctsv's words with care, still quietly marveling at simple sound in air being the source of his speech. Perhaps not so simple, perhaps a muted magic she could not feel...The notion struck her that maybe it was more than his shape and voice that was small.

More peculiarities still: born? There came a rumble, causing a bit of a shudder of heavy skin at her mouth. She couldn't imitate the sound, let alone conceive a way to speak it her own way.

What is the difference? she asked. What can there be but being made?