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thespherelogs2021-01-13 06:24 pm
seapink) wrote in thespherelogs2021-01-13 06:24 pm
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sjaldan er ein báran stök (there seldom is a single wave)
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.
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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He meets her eyes unflinchingly, finding unexpected understanding there. It occurs to Ned that perhaps where a father's voice might land on deaf ears, a pretty girl's might find more fertile soil.
...So to speak.
"He told you a great deal over the day you have known him," Ned remarks mildly. "Robb can use more friends, people he can confide in. People to care for in this new life here."
His own role in Robb's life is limited now, some of that the natural progression of time, some the falling from grace and hurt Ned could not repair any other way but with time and patience. But Robb shouldn't be alone here either.
There is a large white paper heart on the table in front of them, along with a pen. He picks it up, looks curiously at Armeria. "Can you write, my lady?"