sixthiterationlogs | i'm losing my mind

WHO: Astrid Hawke
WHERE: By the forest in 6I, then all over
WHEN: October 7th
OPEN TO: ALL
WARNINGS: TBD

In all honesty, for the longest time Hawke has been expecting something to blow up. Ever since the earthquakes and especially since the eclipse and the rash of illnesses, she has been expected something to happen. A darkspawn invasion, the world to implode, a Rift into the Fade. Something. But for the most part, things have been relatively normal. For whatever passes as normal in this strange little village.

So when she spies what looks like a pear tree in full bloom, complete with actual pears, she is both suspicious and intrigued. Pears are good. Pears mean food. She's more interested in food than a lot of things here and though she isn't much of a farmer or a gardener, she isn't about to let this one go without at least trying it. So, even though she also doesn't have a basket or anything to carry a lot of them back, she decides she'll at least pick one to try. If they're ripe, she'll come back for more later.

Reaching up, she chooses the one that looks the best, twisting her hand once she's grasped it and tugging until the pear comes free. What she doesn't expect is for the thing to vanish. One of her eyebrows arches and she turns her hand over. No sign of the pear at all can be seen on her hand.

Case of the vanishing peach, is what she wants to say. Except nothing comes out. She mouths the words, but no sound can be heard. It's like the air won't even push through her throat right. She tries again. Same result. Now her expression morphs into something like irritation. She can't even make terrible puns to cope without her voice!

This better not be permanent.

Deciding to avoid any other peaches that might be skulking around, she heads out of the forest and back towards the village. Her first stop is the Inn, where she looks for something to eat just in case it's some sort of illness that just needs a good bowl of soup. When that doesn't seem to do the trick, she leaves for the hospital. Eventually, she wanders around the village, looking grumpy and put out, and ends up back at the house she's sharing with Fenris. It's easier just to be there than anything else.

With her luck, this will be permanent and she's certainly going to sulk and complain for as long as it lasts.

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Wanda continued on with her days as normal. Earlier in the week Clint had gotten bunny ears but it had only lasted for an hour. Given the other strange things that happen in the village, it wasn't really so bad. He appeared healthy and it had past. She wondered if something similar would happen to others-- vanishing fruit --but she gave no attention to it. It wouldn't last forever and as long as they were careful they wouldn't end up with bunny ears. She hadn't realized the affects might vary.

When Hawke walked into the inn Wanda waved. It was one of the few people that Wanda spoke too on a semi-regular bases and while she didn't trust the girl completely, she was a nice distraction from the craziness of their cage.

Wanda was finishing up her work in the kitchen when she turned towards Hawke. There was a towel in her hand as she finished cleaning up after her work. "How are you today?"

Vanishing fruit is something Hawke had not expected. She hadn't seen it coming and she would still really like to have her pear back, but so far it's still gone. Still vanished. Times she wishes Merrill were here to be her magic-expert. Hawke misses Bethany, of course, but Merrill was always the one she asked about anything strange.

Vanishing pears definitely count as strange.

Still, at least she recognizes a friendly face in the kitchen, for better or worse. As soon as she spots Wanda, she brightens up and mouths hello before returning to her grouchy sulk when nothing comes out. Taking a deep breath, she lets it all out in a rush, clearly trying to scream. Still nothing. Sulkily, she points at her throat. She'd be fine if she could talk. And then she lifts a hand and turns it over towards Wanda, as though asking how Wanda is in turn.

At first, Wanda wasn't sure what Hawke was doing. It was obvious that she was trying to talk, scream even, but no sound came out. Her brows furrowed in a worried bend as she inspected her friend. Nothing appeared to be off but Wanda wasn't sure what had happened and she had a sinking feeling that Hawke might not be able to tell her.

"I'm fine." She waved off the concern as if it was completely ridiculous. "Something happened to your voice. Can you tell or show me what?"

After a pause, Wanda ducked from behind the counter to the bulletin board. She grabbed a bit of the paper there and tore off a blank piece before returning to where Hawke was standing. She then went on the brief search for a pencil. This was a little harder but after a moment of placing a stick of wood in the fire, she had a makeshift ashy pencil.

"Can you write it?" Wanda had never paused to think that maybe Hawke didn't know how to write or how to write in a language that Wanda knew.

Writing utensils are so uncommon here that Hawke hadn't even considered the idea. So when Wanda pulls out something for her to write on, she brings her hand up to her head and sighs. Great one, Hawke. At least someone here is smart.

Taking the paper and pencil, Hawke leans over the table and begins to write in oddly precise penmanship for someone of her class. Blame her noble-born mother for that. When she finally turns the paper around and offers it back, she's written something simple. Nothing is peachy when your peaches vanish and steal your voice.

Wanda reached out to steady the piece of paper. The light hue of green eyes runs over the lettering before she looked back up at Hawke.

--peaches vanish--

It was the same as Clint though he had gotten bunny ears. "It poofed?" For lack of a better descriptor. "That happened to Clint a week or so ago." It was hard for her to keep time here. "A fruit vanished and then..." Her voice trailed off and a smile twitched at her lips. She managed to suppress it, not wanting Hawke to think that she was laughing at her.

"Well, it went away after an hour. Maybe it'll just take time."

Hawke nods at the "poofed" question and then mimes a disappearance out of her hand. The thing vanished out of her hand and somehow stole her voice with it. She does tilt her head at the idea of something like this happening to someone else and she leans over to write something else: What happened to Clint?

The idea of this only lasting an hour is very appealing. Maybe she'll get lucky and it won't be permanent.

Wanda bit her lower lip to stop herself from smiling. She knew that she shouldn't laugh. Hawke losing her voice was serious except that thinking of Clint with bunny ears was really entertaining.

"He grew bunny ears for an hour." She placed the time stamp on there for Hawke's sake. It wasn't exact since Wanda had no good way of measuring time but the large floppy bunny ears had eventually gone away on their own. "They were attached but he didn't feel them. He also had a fruit disappear in front of him."

There was one similar thread between the events.

Hawke huffs out a breath of air that actually comes out silent and that seems to annoy her even more than not being able to talk. Not being able to make vocal noise is far more irritating. How can she get her sarcastic thoughts and reactions across like this?

Bending back over the paper, she scrawls out something new: I should warn Fenris about the vanishing fruit. Which does mean leaving, but hopefully this will all wear off soon and she can come back and have a proper conversation with Wanda again. Besides, the last thing she needs is for Fenris to get caught unaware and have to endure this sort of magical issue. He hates magic far too much already.

Wanda nodded her head before passing over the paper and pencil to Hawke. "There aren't much in the way of supplies but take these until your voice returns." She had confidence that it would but Hawke needed a way to talk to people until then; even if it wasn't ideal.

"I'll talk to you later." Hopefully.

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