10 - The Heart of Te Fiti [OPEN]

[chosenbytheocean]

WHO: Moana
WHERE: The Forest & The Inn
WHEN: July 5th - 15th
OPEN TO: Closed
WARNINGS: Fighting/Violence most likely...

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The Inn - July 5th - 10th

Moana wasn't sure what to make of it. She had found the heart over a week before but hadn't thought to show it to anyone. She kept it in her grandmother's necklace which was now useful as well as a keepsake of the only family member who truly understood her.

She sat on the floor near the fire place. It was to hot to have the fire going but this had been Moana's seat since winter. She saw no reason to change that now. Itiiti, the little piglet, was snuggled against the side of her skirts, enjoying the feel of the grass around his round little body. She looked down at him briefly, smiling before she gently opened her necklace.

The heart dropped lightly into her palm, glowing a familiar green light.

"Why are you here?" She asked the heart as if it might be able to reply back to her. She'd notice that the strength of it's glow had been changing. Right before the earth quake and now she felt that it was dimming. Like a heart beat that was slowly reaching it's end. "Please. Please don't die. I need to return you to where you belong." Moana begged softly, curling her fingers protectively around the stone.

The Forest - July 8th - Bear

She knew that the heart brought trouble, Moana had seen it first hand on two separate occasions, but she hadn't thought that it would happen here. This village, this realm, felt so far removed from the world she knew. Surely no one knew what the heart was or what it could do.

She'd been wrong.

It still brought trouble to it's bearer though it was a little different from before. Moana had been walking through the forest, following behind Itiiti as the little pig sniffed out mushrooms and other eatable roots. She had a small basket with her that was half filled with things that she planned to bring back to the inn. With the crack in the rocks and the damage to the town, food that could travel seemed more important than before.

Her fingers sank into the earth as she dug up a handful of fungi. Itiiti bumped her elbow, sending Moana face first into the dirt. Her necklace popped open as she hit the ground and the glowing green heart rolled out of it's hiding place. Moana pushed herself up and reached for the stone. When she her fingers touched the smooth surface of the Heart she heard a roar echo threw the forest. The ground trembled and she thought it was another aftershock of the quake. It wasn't. The trees parted and a large black bear lumbered into view.

"Itiiti Run!" The piglet didn't need to be told twice. He squealed and took off into the woods. For anyone who ran into Itiiti he'd be too frightened to lead you back to his owner.

Moana scrabbled to her feet, wondering if she'd somehow stumble onto the bears home. Her basket of roots and mushrooms had fallen over and now sat a few feet to her left. Against all logical reason she reached down to try and gather up the food back into the basket. "Please stay away." Moana was used to monsters that could understand her and talk. She's never seen a bear before.

The Inn - July 15th
Place Holder. ooc: Heart looses it's glow. Unsure if Moana will have traveled to 7i by then or not. Pending how the meeting on July 10th goes. She wants to see the ocean as soon as she can. And try to get a boat there so that she can try and sail across the ocean. I might also have another prompt up where Moana is being chased by wolves on the 11th or 12th if anyone is interested in that.

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Inn - 5 July

[powerunleashed]

Jean had finally gotten used to the fact that there wasn't going to be another huge earthquake like the one a few days prior and while there had been aftershocks, none of them had done any damage like the first one. The Inn, at least, was a sturdy enough building that she felt safe enough hanging out there and it also had the advantage of being close to where Logan was laid up in the hospital; he hadn't seemed pleased about the concussion or the stitches. Jean guessed she wouldn't have been either but especially not if it had been a good century since she'd been injured.

Seeing Moana parked in front of the fireplace was nothing new. It was a common place to sit in the Inn, a place where people were drawn to talk and gather. Jean guessed it was the old fashioned version of gathering in the tv room but with no tv (or radio), fire it was. Uncharacteristically, Moana seemed a little lost in thought and when Jean dropped in a chair opposite her, it took a moment to catch her attention.

"Moana, earth to Moana? What's that?"

Inn - July 5th

[the_scandal_of_italy]

"Why is who here?" Lucrezia asked, sitting in a chair near Moana. She had been stitching a new skirt for herself, embroidering it with small doves in white, using the light from the flames to help guide her hands. It was too warm for a fire, but it helped her tired eyes see, as there were few candles to help them.

"What did you find?"

Bear (8 July)

[thenewways]

There's only so much fixing that Nerys can do at a time, only so much picking up of pieces and finding salvage. She's never been much of a wrecker; that job was a specialty on Bajor that required a harder heart than she's ever had. Her own house is...not completely a shambles, but the shoring up she did after the last earthquake is all that's kept it from complete collapse.

It won't last another. She's getting the feeling, deep in her gut, that they won't have many of the original houses--and those had been solid enough construction--if it happens again.

So after putting in another shift of interminable construction work, Nerys is off to the woods now just with her thoughts, ostensibly hunting rabbits and voles with a sling. She's exhausted and looking for distraction, which is probably why she runs towards the shout, and keeps running even when she nearly trips over a piglet running hellbent back towards the village.

What she finds is one hell of a distraction, that's for sure. Hissing a curse in Bajoran, she tries to remember all the guidance (most of it conflicting) she's ever been given about dealing with large predators. What to do--right.

"Stand up," she says gently but firmly to the young woman--girl, really--who is trying to gather up her things, then draws herself up to her full height. "Don't crouch down, he'll think you're..."

She may be trying to walk a thin line between being definitive and ensuring that neither of them panic, so holds off on the word 'prey'. "Hey, you, there" she says to the bear, in a faintly trembling voice of false bravado. "We're just going to be going now, if it's all the same to you?"

It does not appear to be all the same to the bear.

the forest (after the bear) - july 8

[maternis]

Newt had been packing up his campsite, breaking down the not very useful items, and sorting the rest into his pack. It only took a little more time than he would have liked, just because he was having---not misgivings but possibly second thoughts.

Second thoughts about his decision, brought on in part by Percival, to move in with both the other wizard and Credence.

It wasn't abhorrent, the idea, but Newt was far from a social creature. He had a hard time fathoming why it is that they would want his company for an extended amount of time. Surely it was just easier if he kept to himself. He had very nearly talked himself out of going entirely when he'd hard the squeals of a very familiar animal. A piglet, actually.

"Itiiti?" Newt calls out, putting what little he had left in his hands into the bag, and closing it up. He hunkers down, and offers a hand to the piglet. When he looks around, though, he frowns. He doesn't see Moana anywhere.

"Moana, are you there?" Newt calls out. When he doesn't get an immediate answer, he checks over the little piglet for any immediate signs of injury. It only seems to be scared. Perhaps he ran away?

But from what? "Don't worry. Let me just grab my things. We'll get you sorted."

july 5th

[learned_to_die]

Moana had been in Ned's thoughts since their discussion while he'd been planting the Weirwood. For a girl so young, she carried a certain wisdom well beyond her years, though she so often seemed clouded by doubt and proverbial unsure footing. He's thought to meander by her cabin on more than one occasion but had always talked himself out of it, instead adjusting his trajectory and returning home. He isn't entirely sure why he hasn't taken the time to check on her and see how she's been doing, but when he sees her in the Inn, kneeling near the hearth, he thinks it a sign that he should finally breach the avoidance.

He approaches gently and cautiously, carefully moving around so he isn't coming from behind but rather in her field of vision. He crouches down near her once he's close enough.

"Are you well, Moana? Certainly you aren't looking to start a fire in temperatures warm as these?"