[Action - Campfire Post I] [Locked to people in Terra]

[nomerevessel.livejournal.com]

[Night has fallen and a small fire flickers in the dark, the only bright thing in a landscape that's utterly black. Terra has no moon and if there are stars, one cannot tell since the sky is shrouded by clouds. Mikoto is sitting cross-legged by the fire, her hands tucked in her lap.

This is a great place to camp, right? It totally is. Let's toast some muffins and have a chat.]

[ooc: Here is your first weekly campfire post! It's completely optional: your character can be tucked up in bed if you like, but this is a good chance to have some interaction that doesn't involve being attacked by dragons. Mikoto is available if you want to ask questions, but please feel free to threadjack and create as many subthreads as you like.]

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[dewdrop-pebbles.livejournal.com]

[Mjrn is quiet as she sits by the fire, first tending to her spear and then checking her supplies. She wants to be sure that everything is as it ought to be, and that she won't be lacking anything at a critical moment. The journey so far as made her a bit sore, but she does not give voice to such complaints, certain that the others are feeling similarly.

Stretching, Mjrn stares into the fire, leaving much of her food untouched. She knows she ought to take care of herself, to prepare for the trials ahead, but it's difficult to force an appetite. Instead, she stares pensively at the flames, becoming lost in thought.]

[nomerevessel.livejournal.com]

[Mikoto shifts ever so slightly to stare at Mjrn.]

You are a Viera.

[dewdrop-pebbles.livejournal.com]

[Mikoto's voice stirres Mjrn out of her reverie. She glances over at the girl and nods at that.]

Aye, this is so. Though little do I have in common with my village kin, now.

[nomerevessel.livejournal.com]

[Mikoto nods.]

The Viera of the Eruyt village refuse to make any contact with outsiders. They have secluded themselves from the whole world, even from us.

[dewdrop-pebbles.livejournal.com]

[Mjrn's shoulders sag at that, and she sighs.]

It does not surprise me, though often have I hoped for other news. I thought that, drawn to this world, they might join us in searching for answers...yet their isolation continues.

[nomerevessel.livejournal.com]

You have not done the same.

[dewdrop-pebbles.livejournal.com]

[She stares at the fire for a moment in silence.]

No. I do not believe isolation would save us. To ignore the world outside and pray that in doing so, its troubles will never intrude...this is a pleasant illusion, nothing more.

[nomerevessel.livejournal.com]

[Mikoto falls silent, her expression thoughtful.]

Yes... I agree.

[dewdrop-pebbles.livejournal.com]

[A small, wry smile.]

If only the Viera as a whole might listen, as well. The Wood was not brought to Gaia along with the village. Behaving as though She has, that their life is unchanged...I fear it will be their undoing.

[nomerevessel.livejournal.com]

They will be saved with the rest of us, if we succeed.

[dewdrop-pebbles.livejournal.com]

Aye...at least for the time being. I know not if they will endure as they wish, returned to my world.

[nomerevessel.livejournal.com]

Nothing lasts forever. We must change with the times, or perish.

[dewdrop-pebbles.livejournal.com]

[That strikes a chord and Mjrn winces. She's silent for a long moment.]

...a man is said to be from my world's future. From his words, it seems my people might suffer the latter fate.