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Post by swapgo on Apr 9, 2023 19:12:07 GMT
The shapeless void of the Blind Eternities beckoned, a blurred, logicless sea filled where objects were conjoined and distant. Certain planes are easier to find than others by sheer volume, such as the spires of Ravnica, or the accreted realm of Dominaria. Others have zealous protectors that are wary of visitors, the lingering push of the wards of Zendikar and Innistrad still echo in the emptiness despite having long fallen. And yet, despite having no direction to follow, Kylem seemingly seemed to be there, palpable, almost audible energy beckoned, whisking her into reality.
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Fertile soil and fresh crops, an easily distinguishable feeling even through her robes. Flat on her back, Sylvia would be able to peek at enormous structures in the sky, snaking, carved passageways whose destination could not be gleamed from inside the brush of the crops. As her senses finished catching up, Sylvia could see the glint of a blade reflected in the sun approach her, before gently pulling back the stalks for a woman to peek back at her. She looked like she was in her late 40s, her hair well kempt in a side cut to her right, though it seems like there wasn't as much effort put in the blue dye, fading away at the roots to reveal red hair. Wordlessly raising an eyebrow, the woman bent the stalks to stay as such and whisked the sickle away with a dexterous motion before offering Sylvia the same hand to help her back up.
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Post by Mystletaynn on Jul 12, 2024 3:09:10 GMT
It took Sylvia a few moments to realize her current orientation was on her back, in a field of sorts. The air smelled of the earth, and there was at least a gentle breeze. The sun was shining brightly, enough that she could tell even through her closed eyelids. The first thought that went through her mind was that she had landed safely, but the second upon starting to open her eyes told the opposite. The glint of light on metal immediately caused the girl to be on high alert, tensing all of the muscles in her body as she prepared to make a forceful leap backwards from her downed position, before her eyes were able to take in the full picture.
The woman staring her down was, assumedly, the owner of these fields, or at least someone who tended to them. Sylvia had simply brought the misfortune of suddenly appearing amidst the crops. It was no wonder that anyone would be surprised to find a complete stranger in the middle of nowhere, somewhere they had no business being. Her first instinct was to apologize. "...Good morning?" Sylvia's greeting was posed more in the form of an inquisitive question, as if to attempt to confirm the setting. "Nn. I'm sorry, I must be in your way." The fox-like girl's ears twitched briefly as she tentatively took the stranger's outstretched hand to stand up — despite not needing the help, accepting the gesture of kindness was just good form regardless.
Turning around on both sides and brushing off the dirt from her clothing, Sylvia took a brief moment afterwards to check out the skyline, noting the massive structures and putting their orientation and direction in the back of her mind as she returned her attention to the older woman. "Is this...?" In a little bit of a sly remark, this question was intentionally left unfinished. As a planeswalker, it was often difficult to quickly recognize and adapt to local customs and information. In this manner, Sylvia would allow the woman to assume whatever question was being asked, and finish it for her. Any information was good, there was not much need to be picky right away, but this plane at least looked the part. Her goal was clearly going to be whatever those massive structures were, but being polite to a person whose crops she had inelegantly flattened was the bigger priority here.
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Post by swapgo on Jul 12, 2024 17:01:38 GMT
After some hesitation, and apparent fidgeting, the one answer she got was "Sounds about right"
Sylvia would feel hoisted rather than merely helped back up. The person in front of her was well fit and well fitted, seemingly carrying today's yield of grains and root vegetables over a complicated network of sacks and satchels over her left shoulder, to the point her left arm was obscured under them. "Well it beats having to pick up the slack for everyone", she appreciated the distraction, turning around a bit to make sure that a few of the other visible farmhands didn't seem too distracted themselves. The way her burden swayed as she did suggested there was no left arm to speak of under them.
Tracking the trails of roads and spires amidst the midday sun wasn't easy, but the light of Valor's Reach, distant as it was as but a mote in the horizon, still blazed bright, the blue torches of the arena stood out even awash the blue horizon. And what a clean horizon it was, as if no edifice or even mountain was to dwarf it in splendor from its perch in the sky. Upon seeing the strange girl ruminate, the woman immediately cut her off with a "No". After a second or so of raising an eyebrow, she clarified "I have to imagine, at least. You don't seem like you're here for work, or that you're here for Valor's Reach, she didn't have to turn around to confirm where Sylvia's sight was headed, or to ask her about her Spark to know the errant gaze of someone seeing the grand stadium for the first time.
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