Open RP Post for Ulla

[neverwaitslong]

You wish to strike a bargain, and so you come north, until the land ends, and you can go no further. You stand on the rocky coast and face the water, see the waves break upon two great islands, their coastlines black and jagged. Maybe you pay a local to help you find a boat and a safe place to launch it. You wrap yourself in sealskins to keep the cold and wet away, chew whale fat to keep your mouth moist beneath the hard winter sun. Somehow you cross that long stretch of stone-colored sea and find the strength to scale the angry cliff face, breath tight in your chest, fingers nearly numb in your gloves.

Then, tired and trembling, you traverse the island and find the single crescent of gray sand beach. You make your way to a circle of rocks, to a little tide pool, your wish burning like a sun in your mortal heart. You come as so many have before—lonely, troubled, sick with avarice. A thousand desperate wishes have been spoken on these shores, and in the end they are all the same: Make me someone new.

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[everyspark]

She doesn't understand how she got here, any more than how she came to be involved in the train crash at that heretical university. Too many transitions feel dreamlike these days: just being somewhere, without intent or awareness of what came before, and yet the places themselves are real, their elements fixed even if she closes her eyes.

Scrying would surely come with more pain, anyway.

Still, it's not as bad as that other harsh landing. It's nothing like the long, carefully-tended shoreline she used to visit, though kelp and barnacles seem to be the same everywhere. It's cold here, and hard, and the wind is a constant roiling keen, but she can't remember the last time she saw the sea and doesn't want to look away.


[[some kind of liminal betweenspace where she and current-Ulla can find each other? c:]]