Age Old Advice (Seasonal Post)

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A mist has settled over the Nexus this morning.

The fog billows and wisps, keeping destinations hidden from view. Muffling the noise of the plaza, stifling everything into a feeling of bleak isolation. Those who persevere will find a warm orange glow drawing them near. At either end of the Plaza--one near the sprawling parks close to the Wilds and the other closer to the beginnings of the urban sprawl--are two oasis from the creeping cold and mists. Hazel has taken the flame from the bonfire she lit at the Equinox that has burned steadily ever since and spread it out among several torches making up the perimeter of these areas now. The bonfire is long gone, but these two areas remain. When she came into the season she was a roaring blaze. So much to prove. With her place cemented here, she has gotten down to her actual work.

The Autumn spirit is seated on a bench in one of the torch lit circles holding a conversation with a person that's difficult to make out. IN fact, when someone approaches, they will find it's a spirit she is cavorting with. After only a few seconds the figure dissolves into the selfsame mist people have sought out these places to escape from. Hazel turns to her new audience.

"If you could talk to a lost loved one just once more, who would you want to see? What advice would you ask from a loved one deigning to cross the veil to see you?"


((Anyone who chooses to participate may choose to either speak to Hazel in general about the question she's posing or if the player is so inclined Hazel will conjure up the spirit of a lost loved one to speak to your character. Please DM me in DW or discord if you choose to have a loved one appear so we can hash out what you want to do. Curses and Blessings are still available as well. Happy Day of the Dead, folks ;) ))

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When Furiosa enters the circle Hazel gets up to greet her with a smile that is more fond than is common from her during this time of year. With only one meeting the former warrior has quickly become one of Hazel's favorite people here in this multiversal meeting point between worlds.

"I am not surprised you do your dead proud, with all else I've learned about you." Such a good and dutiful representative of Autumn this human is. Hazel isn't expecting the roll of fabric to be for her. The surprise on her face is genuine when she sees the designs pressed upon it. Feels the joy of the children who made it and the care those looking after them must have.

"A tribute to Autumn? Truly?" Furiosa you have no idea how thrilled she is about this. It's going to be splayed out on her dining room table back at the cabin she shares with Reynard the second she remembers how to be human again. This is a gift she will hold close for decades to come. For as long as the cloth lasts, more than likely. "This is a fine gift. Truly."

[eumenis]

It's a hell of a thing to have a spirit greet you like an old friend. Furiosa thinks her heart may have skipped a beat at that smile. She gives Hazel a little bow, but it seems like obeisance isn't her thing so much as general respect, so she doesn't feel the need to overdo it.

The uncertainty in Furiosa's smile fades away to pleasure when she realizes how welcome her gift is. She nods warmly, placing it gently in Hazel's arms. "She calls them her Sprouts," she says with a soft laugh. "The smallest red print, at the edge there, that's from Angha, the Dag's daughter. I told them they should all put their names on their leaf, but not all of them can write yet."

Some of the leaves have tiny letters at the edges, and some just have an 'x' or a small wheel design. "I can't wait to tell them you like it. They were so excited."

Her smile is unmistakably fond now. Furiosa has no biological children and doesn't really serve as a mother, but she does have a lot of warmth in her heart for the upcoming generation, and they for her.

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Not all matrons have the ability to be mothers themselves. It does not make their care for the Young any less devoted or their affections any less heart felt. It shocks Hazel how fitting a follower to Autumn Furiosa is the more they interact.

A pleasing surprise, of course.

"You may do just that. For a world I do not even have a pull in, to be respected is a strange thought." Her gifts will help them if they are diligent about using them carefully. Surely that is reason enough. Besides she has spread Autumn's will to another world. It fills her with pride.

[eumenis]

"Maybe you don't have a pull there right now," Furiosa says. "But Autumn was there once, and if we can heal some of the poisoned soil, plant it and have the roots cleanse the water, maybe it can be part of our world again."

Might as well be prepared to make a home for the season. It's a kind of hope, and hope is only sometimes a mistake.

"I'm not sure if we can fix what our ancestors broke, but we're trying."

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"I will keep my ear to the winds and follow them where they lead me."

Furiosa and her people are doing good work, so far as this spirit is concerned. She couldn't be more proud, even if the ancestors of Furiosa's people make her angry beyond worlds for what they've done to that world. They are all dead and gone now though. There is little point to waste on being angry at them now.

"You have my thanks for this gift. May the winds be kind and the soils fertile."

[eumenis]

Furiosa gives her another bow and a Vuvalini salute, hand to air to chest. "Thank you, Hazel. I'll come see you again when you're not in the middle of working."

She smiles at her warmly, backing up to take her leave, exiting the circle with no particular fear of the dead whispering in the mists around them. They can have their words with her when she joins them. Later. Much later.