sjaldan er ein báran stök (there seldom is a single wave)

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WHO: Armeria and OPEN
WHEN: Post NY celebrations - Mid January
WHAT: Settling in, learning about the other domes, meeting new people.
WHERE: Everywhere!
WARNINGS: Will update.

All of it still feels like a whirlwind to Armeria, but over the course of several days, she does her best to settle into life in the sphere, though it proves to be both a easy and extremely hard. Things are very, very different from her world. Not only by being so far beneath the sea, but with the dome that she lives in to the food that she eats and everything in between.

When she is not walking aimlessly through the market dome, picking up things to eat, she can be found watching people at the recreation dome, trying to figure out the activities that some engage in. None if it really makes sense, but then nothing there does.

The library and agriculture domes become favourite spots of hers in no time. She spends countless hours looking at pictures in books and doing her best to understand what it is she's looking at. The future is interesting and complex in equal measure. But it's when she can sink her hands into pull up some healthy soil to smell it that makes her feel like she's truly at home. And that brings back her Viking spirit and calms the ache in her homesick heart.

When the day is done, she slowly makes her way back to the dormitory where she lives, humming a song from her homeland with a smile on her face.

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"Before the New Year's celebrations?" It was the most recent event he knew of, and he raised his eyebrows questioningly for confirmation. "And I am, yes, for some time, at any rate." He inclined his head. "It's a pleasure, Armeria. Where is it you're from?"

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"Yes! That's it!" Armeria laughs, though mostly at herself for being so clueless about this new world. But she is learning and hasn't been afraid to ask questions when she needs to. "I came here from Hedeby. In Sweden. Do you know of it?"

[architector]

"The island? Yes, though I've never visited or had the pleasure of calling it home. Sweden itself is a lovely country."

Though her accent was strange for Sweden. Was it possible she was from the past, further even than he was born? That was...fascinating, honestly. "I am from far south of Hedeby. Do you know of...Cordova? Or Galacia?"

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"It's home," Armeria says quietly before her smile slips away and she looks down at her folded hands. It would be said more fondly if she didn't know what was waiting for her when she returns. Or rather who was waiting for her.

The names of the places Antonio gives her are considered and her brow creases in thought. "I remember a group of men sailing south with Björn Ironside. It was sometime later that news had returned that they had reached a place called the Mediterranean. Are those places close to it?"

[architector]

He understands the sentiment, and the shadow that crosses her features. Spain isn't home any longer, not after everything he lost there. Even after so many centuries, the memories didn't fade. He'd met painfully few of his people, though. Maybe their memory was simply longer.

He nodded. "Close enough, yes, and it seems as though both of us are far from home. I hope this place has been kind."

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"It is... confusing," Armeria replies, looking slightly embarrassed for having said so. Everyone that she has crossed paths with appears to fit in well enough and even dress the same. "How long did it take for you to fit in here? Was it much different in your world than here?"

Time for her was measured differently, but Armeria has realized that a great deal of time has passed between her world and this one.

[architector]

"There is no where in my world where people live so far under the waves, no." He smiled, shaking his head. "But there are similar means of communication and dress, so the adjustment wasn't as great as it likely is for you. Can I help you with anything?"