DH Skies

May 17, 2019 8:43 PM
OOC - Threads are kept to a single board to make the event easier to follow but can be set anywhere in the school
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Heinrich

May 17, 2019 11:32 PM
Heinrich took back his robe and felt her warmth on it. He felt an impulse to let her keep wearing it, but he wasn't sure if that would be appropriate. Instead, he just led the way out to the Gardens. Though when he saw her running her fingers through her hair, he did the same, suddenly worried it might be standing up weird after sleeping ‘outside' - though at least he was sure there wasn't any sand in it now that they had left MARS.

His eyes scanned the ground trying to find a replacement Guterhund, but the original pebble had been remarkable only because he hadn't thrown it, and none of the ones out here had been in danger of that.

“None of these rocks have much symbolic value,” he noted with disappointment.
1 Heinrich Continued from MARS (Evelyn) 1414 Heinrich 0 5

Evelyn Stones

May 18, 2019 12:10 AM
Evelyn followed Heinrich outside and they walked in relative silence, which was surprisingly comfortable. Once they were outside though, she had to agree that none of the rocks in the Gardens seemed to satisfy right off the bat. Somehow, the fact that the mood and vulnerability of the evening hadn't been ruined yet was encouraging.

"Do you want to go further in the Gardens and see if there's anything in the maze?" she asked, brushing the strands of her hair out of her face and peeking around them. The sun was high now and it was a good spring day for a walk outside.
22 Evelyn Stones Bad Good Dogs 1422 Evelyn Stones 0 5

Heinrich

May 18, 2019 7:56 PM
Heinrich did not go out in the maze much. He took runs sometimes, but mostly just along the outer edges and the well traveled paths. "Know you the way?" he questioned, willing to trust her if she said she did. She was a Pecari after all, and Hilda had let slip that their common room was out here somewhere.
1 Heinrich How hard is finding a symbolic symbol anyway? 1414 Heinrich 0 5

Evelyn Stones

May 19, 2019 1:39 AM
Evelyn smiled. Did she know the maze well? Of course she knew the maze well. If there was anywhere at Sonora that Evelyn knew and felt comfortable, it was the maze. Maybe also a certain big squishy chair, but that was not someplace that she was going to take Heinrich.

She nodded and found herself surprised at the instinct to take his hand and run into her favorite place at Sonora. Instead, she just held out an arm, gesturing for them to make their way down the first open path. She led the way gently, guiding without looking; it wasn't hard.

"What makes a good symbol? It should be something that reminds us of a choice to be good, not just something good itself. Like the rock; you chose to be good when you could've been bad. What else makes you think of that?"

Looking around the Gardens, Evelyn decided that the sheer amount of growth and life was sort of a reminder all by itself. However, it wouldn't fit in their pockets.
22 Evelyn Stones Symbolically speaking? Or literally? 1422 Evelyn Stones 0 5

Heinrich

May 19, 2019 5:22 PM
Heinrich smiled back in response to Evelyn's smile and followed her into the maze. "It is feeding good wolf to lead me safe through maze," he told her, thinking this might be a good thing for her to hear, as he'd been unaware putting the rock down had also been good wolf food, and it was good to hear that it was from her.

"Yes," he confirmed in response to her list of criteria for a good symbol. He frowned thoughtfully, trying to think of something that reminded him of a good choice. "I can think of nothing," he admitted after a few moments.
1 Heinrich Either, both. 1414 Heinrich 0 5

Evelyn Stones

May 19, 2019 5:36 PM
Evelyn hadn't thought of it that way, but was glad to hear it. She wanted to be a good wolf more than ever when she heard that she was already doing little things to show it, and Heinrich was well worth keeping safe. Of course, there were hardly any dangers in the maze, so it wasn't like she was keeping him safe from anything but his own poor sense of direction. Of course, there was often anxiety waiting in the darkest corners of wandering paths, so perhaps that was something she could help with too.

She frowned when he agreed that they could think of nothing, though, in part because she wasn't sure what to do next. There were some flowers scattered here and there along their path, but other than the choice not to squash them, there wasn't much symbolic about them. Besides, ripping them out would certainly not be a good wolf choice.

"What sorts of things make you happy?" she asked, looking at him as she walked. She thought that he looked more comfortable than she'd seen him before, and wondered whether he liked to be outside, free of the claustrophobia of the indoors, as much as she did. "I like eggs a lot, but I don't want to keep that as a symbol," she joked. "Are there other things that you can look to as a reminder of what is and what could be?" It all sounded very ominous.

She led them around a corner of the maze, onto a grassy field where she'd once sometimes walked by Professors Brooding and Hawthorne having a moment of peace away from the students. She thought it might be a good place for them as well, and led them across the grass, enjoying the feeling of it in the air.
22 Evelyn Stones That is a good summary of everything. 1422 Evelyn Stones 0 5

Heinrich

May 19, 2019 6:00 PM
Heinrich nodded, in agreement that eggs were maybe not the best choice for a symbol, at least not a real egg, because it would probably break or get smelly after a while.

Her next question worried him more because he realized he didn't really have many things that made him actually happy lately. "I am happy when I get an O on my test?" he more asked than told her, because that was kind of a nerdy happy thing, but he was an Aladren, and that was the closest he got to the emotion these days. "Also, when we win at our Quidditch game."

Which reminded him . . . "I join team to help Hilda understand English there. That is good wolf food?"
1 Heinrich I have some skill in being Concise 1414 Heinrich 0 5

Evelyn Stones

May 19, 2019 6:12 PM
Evelyn looked curiously at Heinrich when he spoke about the things that made him happy. She had noticed a similar tendency in Ness, to find happiness in themselves rather than in the world around them, and wondered if that was an Aladren thing or a other-people-than-Evelyn thing.

"Those are good things," she agreed. "But what about like . . . the taste of a fresh apple, or the smell of the ocean in the air, or the way the stars smile back at you at night? What do you find happiness in?" She hated to think of why those things mattered so much to her, but the clearest memories she had of happiness before Sonora were exactly those sorts of small escapes from everyday life. It wasn't that everyday life was bad, but that there was badness in it. She had enjoyed going out with her mother, too, but that wasn't such a happy memory right now.

When he said he joined the Quidditch team just to help Hilda, Evelyn nodded, shocked. "That's very good! You did that just for your sister? That's so sweet of you."

Would she do that for CJ ever? She supposed she would never have to find out, seeing as she would be long graduated by the time he began school. The thought made her stomach roll. She'd be in her twenties by then. What would that be like?

Sure that further wandering wouldn't help any, Evelyn led them to a seat in the grass, thinking of making daisy chains with her mother. "What about . . . what if we made something? I can't charm my way out of a paper bag, but I can weave a pretty good dry grass ring or band for a necklace. You could keep it in your pocket."
22 Evelyn Stones I ought to learn the same. 1422 Evelyn Stones 0 5

Heinrich

May 19, 2019 9:21 PM
He nodded in understanding of what Evelyn was saying. He did like the taste of a good strudel - his joy over that had been how they first really met, in fact - and the sight of how moonlight on the grass gave the world an ethereal magnificence. "I . . . miss the smell of the old forest by our house," he admitted. "In Utah, we have no trees. Uncle Karl got us ducks though." He had missed the ducks before he missed the forest. But now they had pond with ducks again and a new absence had made itself known. "Watching the ducks makes to me happy."

Heinrich flushed a little at being called sweet. He hadn't been being sweet. He had been being a decent brother, looking out for a little sister who was rubbish at the language of her new school.

At her idea of making symbols, he nodded slowly. "That is constructive. Opposite of destruction. Definitely good wolf thing. Good wolf builds up. Bad wolf tears down. Make thing is good."

He could not make things. They never turned out the way he wanted them to be, and he didn't want his good wolf symbol to look like a deformed lopsided blob. What he could do, now that he was an intermediate, was make simple but permanent cosmetic changes to something. So he picked up a round rock that wasn't far off the shape of a Quaffle and cast the permanent color changing charm to turn it Quaffle-red.

"This is symbol of helping Hilda. It is Guterhund," he said, and offered it to Evelyn. Being a Hilda-related symbol, it was even more appropriate that its name was is German.
1 Heinrich I do not always utilize this skill 1414 Heinrich 0 5

Evelyn Stones

May 19, 2019 11:09 PM
Evelyn nodded along with Heinrich, well understanding the draw to the forest. "If you ever become an Animagus or something, I hope it's a duck," she laughed. "I spent a lot of time climbing trees in the woods around where I grew up," she told him, rolling up her sleeve in anticipation as she spoke. She extended her mangled, deformed forearm towards him, at a safe distance in case it grossed him out but also near enough that he could touch it if he wanted to. Most people wanted to.

"I fell out of one when I was much younger and . . . " The full story came back to her and she frowned. Deciding that they were well past the point of hiding things, she sighed and finished the thought. "My father's bad wolf came out, I guess. He was mad that I hadn't stopped myself with magic and just hit the ground, and my arm got all cut up. He wouldn't let us use any sort of magic to help it heal and so it healed all wrong on the outside."

She was well aware that it looked more like a twisted scar of burned off skin than anything else, and had often wondered if he hadn't had something to do with that. Still, that was more the angry musings of a bitter child than anything else, and she knew that. Probably.

"Still, it never stopped me from going in the woods. I still can't do magic very well, but I love the forest too."

When he spoke of constructive versus destructive efforts, she nodded, agreeing, and took to creating a small grass woven ring for him. She thought that it was the most versatile, as he could wear it in his pocket, on his finger, on a necklace, or wherever else he'd like, so she weaved one quickly as he spoke and then set about his own task.

The stone he found was perfect and Evelyn grinned, exchanging her work. "Your magic makes beautiful things," she said, accepting the rock and looking at it in awe. "I couldn't do that. But I'm okay with my hands." The ring was neat and clean, a perfect sphere and well-fitted to his finger if he wanted to wear it there. She'd had a lot of practice with such manual efforts.

"Guterhund, and . . . well, I'm not sure I can name a ring. You probably don't know what movies are, right? We'll call it Samwise. He only had a good wolf," she told him. The thought of going back to a perfectly normal muggle life and watching Lord of the Rings with Heinrich seemed very comfortable these days.
22 Evelyn Stones I like what you have to say though. 1422 Evelyn Stones 0 5