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maskormenacelogs2017-04-20 11:05 pm
candor1) wrote in maskormenacelogs2017-04-20 11:05 pm
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Little ghost [closed]
WHO: Opal, Cassian
WHERE: The woods around the suburbs of DeChima
WHEN: Now?
WHAT: Forest child and space man gotta meet
WARNINGS: None planned or foreseen!
Cassian's been walking.
Everywhere he can.
It's the best way to familiarize most concretely with any area. (Rule one of any new station: learn your territory. …Still a good idea even if kriff those karking rules…) It's also good physical therapy—has always been even when not recuperating from [but for the Porter, fatal] injuries. He rarely planned to have to contort himself to hide or get the shot or scale a wall, but he'd always been ready to do so. And just in general… a way to get out of himself that's… benignly productive.
If he'd really been trying to integrate into the community, he should have stuck with De Chima proper.
But ever since he discovered those woods just outside imPort housing… he's been going back regularly.
There's a kind of peace he was only ever able to find on Yavin. There's no ziggurat to climb here, but the woods…
Cassian may have trouble sleeping through the night, but he can lean back against a tree and rest better than almost anywhere else. Alertness for danger notwithstanding. He didn't tend to have flashbacks or nightmares here under the trees. (…Part of why forests are soothing. Almost none of his work—or life—had taken place in them. In addition to the miraculous lifting of cranial pressure to let the mind fly somewhere free of himself that came with leaves and sky; it's untainted and other.)
He's in such a position when he hears something that causes him to open his eyes. And silently, smoothly, shift a position he could stand from quickly. But it sounds like hooves, and this planet's—rather, this bit of this planet's—indigenous subsentient life tended to have the hoofed ones be prey, not predators. Might still cause damage to a human if provoked, but unlikely to attack if not?
But he starts looking around for it regardless. Because… he'd simply like to see it.
WHERE: The woods around the suburbs of DeChima
WHEN: Now?
WHAT: Forest child and space man gotta meet
WARNINGS: None planned or foreseen!
Cassian's been walking.
Everywhere he can.
It's the best way to familiarize most concretely with any area. (Rule one of any new station: learn your territory. …Still a good idea even if kriff those karking rules…) It's also good physical therapy—has always been even when not recuperating from [but for the Porter, fatal] injuries. He rarely planned to have to contort himself to hide or get the shot or scale a wall, but he'd always been ready to do so. And just in general… a way to get out of himself that's… benignly productive.
If he'd really been trying to integrate into the community, he should have stuck with De Chima proper.
But ever since he discovered those woods just outside imPort housing… he's been going back regularly.
There's a kind of peace he was only ever able to find on Yavin. There's no ziggurat to climb here, but the woods…
Cassian may have trouble sleeping through the night, but he can lean back against a tree and rest better than almost anywhere else. Alertness for danger notwithstanding. He didn't tend to have flashbacks or nightmares here under the trees. (…Part of why forests are soothing. Almost none of his work—or life—had taken place in them. In addition to the miraculous lifting of cranial pressure to let the mind fly somewhere free of himself that came with leaves and sky; it's untainted and other.)
He's in such a position when he hears something that causes him to open his eyes. And silently, smoothly, shift a position he could stand from quickly. But it sounds like hooves, and this planet's—rather, this bit of this planet's—indigenous subsentient life tended to have the hoofed ones be prey, not predators. Might still cause damage to a human if provoked, but unlikely to attack if not?
But he starts looking around for it regardless. Because… he'd simply like to see it.