Dark. Light. Dark. She fell aside, powerless to power down. Light. Life came back to her polyester lungs and inorganic core. She could feel magic run through her veins like a shot of espresso that she'd taken in too big of a glass. Cidney shot up onto her rear, stains of grass marring her beginner's crafting overalls that she had made. She could taste the dirt she'd eaten, albeit in metaphor alone. She had yet to truly taste ever since she'd entered this dream-held world.
"B...last fuel," Cidney Cometfall mutters, correcting her crude plastic tongue. She'd made a point to herself that she wouldn't curse inside of her own headspace-not this headspace, at least. "This is messed up."
What could she even remember? Her name was Sydney... Cidney here, a voice in the skull reminded. She was twenty...something. She'd gone traveling into the no-man's land between four great sections of the world. She had been looking for materials for... Something that she couldn't remember. A sigh escaped her burdened chest. She'd failed to find any sign of a recharging station, and now she ate dirt and memory for supper as a result. She'd probably just lost all of her play-time in one go, and needed to log right back out soon enough.
So she thought. Contrary to her belief, fresh sunbeams began to trickle past the treetops which illuminated the mountainside as clouds above parted ways. That didn't make sense at all--it had been just about noon when she'd fallen. Had she been out even longer than expected?
A check of the HUD told her that no, she had been out for less. She'd only taken four hours since her dirt nap to wake up.
The reason as to why was obvious after she stopped squinting in the sudden light. Mountainsides didn't crackle or spark. This one did. It was hard to tell where stone began and crystal ended, but this place was clear enough to her, a plain message-this rock had magic in it. The rock had a lot of magic in it.
She'd found a place to rest safely, and it had only been by accident. That was a straw that broke her current mission and gave her one anew.
She took polearm in hand and began to hack away at that which the canopy covered from the sun. Trees fell over the span of hours. More were spent working with them. It was irritating at first to scroll through the menu just to find out what shapes Cidney could shape the logs into, but she did still persist. She didn't have work tomorrow-the middle of the week was for night-shifts. She could handle to let loose a bit of dedication to the cause.
She wouldn't stop until the barest of bones lie sturdy within the mountain's earth. She made extra care not to go pushing wood into the dangerously unstable crystal, merely building a wall around the thing. A door and beds would come after. Cidney was tired of blacking out on her journeys. It had only happened twice so far and she was already sick of it. It was time to do something about this-and a good rode was paved by one lathering at a time. Time adds up when you spend it many times.
After this work was done, she sat upon the fruits of her labor. It was naught more than shaped wood. Not yet, it wasn't. Cidney roared to the sky, as if her mere progress had been a triumph. She had done most of it in free-form mode, aside from the carving itself. She felt it something to be proud of, if nothing else that had gone through her life.
Her roar echoed throughout the mountainside, through the forest that lined the way up.
@Luthien
"B...last fuel," Cidney Cometfall mutters, correcting her crude plastic tongue. She'd made a point to herself that she wouldn't curse inside of her own headspace-not this headspace, at least. "This is messed up."
What could she even remember? Her name was Sydney... Cidney here, a voice in the skull reminded. She was twenty...something. She'd gone traveling into the no-man's land between four great sections of the world. She had been looking for materials for... Something that she couldn't remember. A sigh escaped her burdened chest. She'd failed to find any sign of a recharging station, and now she ate dirt and memory for supper as a result. She'd probably just lost all of her play-time in one go, and needed to log right back out soon enough.
So she thought. Contrary to her belief, fresh sunbeams began to trickle past the treetops which illuminated the mountainside as clouds above parted ways. That didn't make sense at all--it had been just about noon when she'd fallen. Had she been out even longer than expected?
A check of the HUD told her that no, she had been out for less. She'd only taken four hours since her dirt nap to wake up.
The reason as to why was obvious after she stopped squinting in the sudden light. Mountainsides didn't crackle or spark. This one did. It was hard to tell where stone began and crystal ended, but this place was clear enough to her, a plain message-this rock had magic in it. The rock had a lot of magic in it.
She'd found a place to rest safely, and it had only been by accident. That was a straw that broke her current mission and gave her one anew.
She took polearm in hand and began to hack away at that which the canopy covered from the sun. Trees fell over the span of hours. More were spent working with them. It was irritating at first to scroll through the menu just to find out what shapes Cidney could shape the logs into, but she did still persist. She didn't have work tomorrow-the middle of the week was for night-shifts. She could handle to let loose a bit of dedication to the cause.
She wouldn't stop until the barest of bones lie sturdy within the mountain's earth. She made extra care not to go pushing wood into the dangerously unstable crystal, merely building a wall around the thing. A door and beds would come after. Cidney was tired of blacking out on her journeys. It had only happened twice so far and she was already sick of it. It was time to do something about this-and a good rode was paved by one lathering at a time. Time adds up when you spend it many times.
After this work was done, she sat upon the fruits of her labor. It was naught more than shaped wood. Not yet, it wasn't. Cidney roared to the sky, as if her mere progress had been a triumph. She had done most of it in free-form mode, aside from the carving itself. She felt it something to be proud of, if nothing else that had gone through her life.
Her roar echoed throughout the mountainside, through the forest that lined the way up.
@Luthien
