gotland_npc | Teja and Pyrrha -- for the light-boat festival

Teja and Pyrrha -- for the light-boat festival

The door Teja opens comes out on a hillside, and in the valley below it, there's a large, prosperous farm with a longhouse and many out-buildings -- baking oven, forge, and so on. It's near dusk, and everything is covered in snow. To the right, there is the sea.

There are children playing in the yard, and light streaming from the open door of the longhouse, and smoke from the snow-covered thatched roof.

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Teja comes to stand beside her; the children are babbling excitedly, but the waves are louder, calm and regular like breathing.

It's a nice quiet moment, watching the movement of the waves, and the bobbing of the boats and their lights.

She wishes they'd had something like this when she was a child, but they would never have been allowed to do anything like this.

Teja puts his arm around her, saying nothing.

She stays still, not saying anything either.

Just letting the moment be what it is.

It takes a while until all the little boats are gone.

And the cold is slow getting to these people. But finally, some of the children are getting restless.

"Carefully, Myrtia!" Adalgoth says to one of the twins, "that's the fire pot: do not upset it."

The twin decides to wander off in a huff, Gotho follows the little toddler, and everybody starts moving again.

The cold doesn't bother Pyrrha much--the fringe benefits of her current living situation, no doubt. But if everybody's moving, she will move too.

All moments end. They have to, to make way for new ones.

"They hold a feast now," Teja tells her, quietly, as they walk. "Would you stay for that, or rather go back to Milliways from here?"

"I don't know what your people's customs are," she says, quietly as well. "I don't want to be rude."

"We are the strange apparitions from the next world," Teja says. "Oddness is expected. Say what you prefer, and we shall do so. It must be all so new and strange to you."

After all, it is all Pyrrha facing his people -- Loki himself might decide differently. But Pyrrha is in control, and that is a good thing.

"Then I think I'd rather go," she admits. "But if you want to stay, that's totally fine--you can just open up a door and I'll go back. I don't want you to feel like I'm coming between you and your people either."

"I shall go with you," Teja says. "Do not tell them I said so -- but there can be such a thing as too many excited children at once. Even though I do love them all..."

"Especially when--well, they get to a point where they're overstimulated and tired," she says. "There's been so much excitement and they've worn themselves out, and some just fall right asleep wherever they are, but some get cranky. Really, really cranky."

It's just how some kids are.

Teja just nods, and then walks ahead to talk to Adalgoth.

He nods, not seeming really surprised; and the others come to say good-bye to both Teja, and to Pyrrha.

Little Valeria gets off her mother's arm, and comes to give Pyrrha a hug.

She says her goodbyes, and crouches down to hug Valeria.

"Don't tell anybody," she whispers to her, "but I liked your boat the best."

And she gives her a conspiratorial grin. This is just between the two of them.

The little one kisses her cheek, and smiles, and then all the Gotlanders are ready to return to their warm home, and Teja nods to Pyrrha, looking towards the hill where they'd come from.

Apparently, the door is always there.

That's good--that means less time trying to find a door.

She's never seen how this works from this direction; she wasn't the one in charge when Loki first came to the bar, and this is her first time going anywhere.

So she straightens up and looks toward the hill.

Teja leads the way back to where they had come in, where the footsteps vanish on the hillside; he takes out the silver snake, concentrates, and a door appears in the snow.

She follows along, idly wondering how it would look to other people--footsteps starting and ending nowhere, just on the side of the hill. Are they ghosts, maybe, or something else?

Teja follows her glance.

"That is all I am to them, and it must stay thus," he says. "By rights, I am dead and buried in this barrow-hill. I am glad I may come to see them at all."

"It's weird to think about," she says quietly.

She doesn't know where Damian might have ended up, but if he were to walk into the bar... well, she's not the same person as she was when they were together. Their lives wouldn't fit together the same way anymore.

Teja opens the door.

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She steps through, when it's her time.

There's always a worry that the door won't open, that she won't be able to go back to what has become her home. And she doesn't know what she'd do if that happened.

But this is not the time. This time, they safely return to Milliways, and all that is familiar.-

[[OOC: Fade here?]]

[ooc: either way! she's got things on her mind, but can just as easily discuss them some other time.]

[[OOC: This happened in early to mid-December -- she would have talked about them by now, so I guess we better send them to yet another OOM in either her or Teja's room?]]

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