our troubles will be out of sight

[westviews]

WHO: Wanda and you!
WHEN: Month of December
WHERE: The Inn
WHAT: Checking things out, getting a feel for her new companions, etc
WARNINGS: Will note as needed.



I.THE LAKE

[A frozen lake is a frozen lake, but this one is strange. Wanda doesn't quite step on the ice itself, but she does stay very close to the edge, eyes narrowed as she tries to discern what she thinks she saw... bump the ice from below?]

Did you see that? [She'll ask whoever is near.]

II. THE MOUTH

Are you sure that's a good idea?

[Interested in taking a sword, shield, or whatever from that pit? Well, Wanda's making a face like she certainly doesn't think it's a good idea.]

III. THE WELLS

[A morning of wandering has Wanda slowly approaching the wells. Generally, she wouldn't care to look, but she's got nothing to do and nowhere to be, so she's allowing her curiosity to win. They look very old, possibly out of use, but as she draws near the first she gives the lid a little push. Far too snug for her to move using her own muscle, which she suspected, but she didn't expect to see blood on the light dusting of snow when she stepped back.

She crouches down to get a better look. It's pretty hard to mistake blood for anything else. Still...

Come spook her while she's already feeling vaguely spooked.]

IV. THE FOREST

[Collecting herbs and berries isn't the most engaging task to help out at the inn, but it does give her an opportunity to watch the villagers. It feels colder out here, and much more dangerous. Which is why Wanda calls out to whoever she might see,]

Careful. They said there are wolves around here.

[Wolves, direwolves. Same difference.]



[ooc: Easy peasy prompts! If you want something more specific, or more actiony, feel free to PM me and I'll gladly work something out for us.]

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[matermali]

[ Cursed books of dark magic do tend to be big, but Vanessa no longer has need of hers. The knowledge is kept within, at times even hidden from herself. Even evil can be fickle. ]

...You may be right.

[ Vanessa's said as much regarding her own powers in the past, but that never entirely kills the hope to make something more of them. Did Wanda lose that hope? Did she find a new one? There's something unsteady there, and Vanessa latches onto it. ]

But what if you are wrong? If I have learned anything from existing between worlds for so long, it's that nothing is certain. We can make our own prophecies.

[westviews]

I didn't fulfill mine. I made sure of it.

[A bit of a moot point.]

Better safe than sorry, is what I've learned. Nothing is certain, but it's better to prepare for the worst and hope for the best.

[matermali]

[ She tilts her head. She can come back to that. As if she could ever let it go. ]

What will you do to prepare for the worst, I wonder. Are you aware of some of the worst that this world has to offer?

[westviews]

Are you trying to frighten me?

[She asks, a hair away from sounding amused. Joke's on her--all the worst things that could possibly happen have happened to her, and so the rest is just extra.]

[matermali]

[ At that, she can't resist a strange little half-smile. Déjà vu. ]

I am extending an invitation. You would be wise to be frightened, however.

[westviews]

Why?

[Still, there's zero alarm.]

[matermali]

[ Given what Wanda's already revealed, the lack of alarm is to be expected. The curiosity is even appreciated, even if Vanessa is rarely direct in rewarding it. ]

Because this place will take fears you thought long dormant and you will be tormented with them. Those around you will witness this torment. Perhaps suffer for it. An inevitability is that we are here to tear at our breast until we reveal the ugly stains upon our hearts and souls...again and again.

[westviews]

[At that, she tips her head, listening intently.]

That's a regular occurrence, in my life. I wouldn't appreciate an audience, but it is what it is.

[matermali]

...Yes. It is what it is.

[ Vanessa once claimed the same, though not in so many words, so she can't fault Wanda her confidence. In many ways it had been a regular occurrence for Vanessa, as well. There's still concern over what might happen if this world draws upon the power of the Scarlet Witch, but Vanessa will be first to defend her right to at least attempt living freely, regardless of the risk.

She may not have heard of the Scarlet Witch before, but there's something singularly familiar about what she had sensed within Wanda. If she's had more time to learn about magic, what else could she have learned? Likely nothing helpful to Vanessa, but she would be fool not to ask.

With a glance down, her brow furrows as she forms the question, but she's quick to look back up to witness Wanda's answer. ]

Does the name Amunet mean anything to you?

[westviews]

Amunet?

[Wanda repeats the name. An orphan in a warzone of a country, her education wasn't the best. But she remembers seeing books in the orphanage, of drawings of pyramids and pictures of hieroglyphs and statues.]

Something relating to Egypt?

[matermali]

Yes. An ancient name; she has been connected to Amun-Ra since the beginning.

[ From beginning to end. This makes her wonder what it means for there to be so many prophecies for world's end. Not even how it's possible, but...why. Why is fate so hellbent? ]

Even with prior help from one who specialized in such things, I am rather barren of knowledge myself. The Hidden One is another name for her, after all.

[ A sigh, and she'll reach for another sip of coffee. ]

[westviews]

And what is her connection to you?

[Since Wanda assumes there must be something there, something deep, for her to begin down this rabbit hole.]

And... how?

[matermali]

The connection is...intimate.

[ How is it that Vanessa has never spoken about this thing in such a way? To acknowledge its sentience beyond...evil? Beyond Lucifer? She thinks even the Doctor has acknowledged Amunet more than Vanessa has. As if...at every turn, something blocks her. Her memory falters. Her concerns veer. ]

I ask you this: what is there to separate you from the Scarlet Witch? I don't mean the idea of her, or a felled prophecy. I mean that magic which lives in your blood and your bones. Can one live without the other?

[westviews]

[Intimate. An interesting way to describe it, but Wanda can understand.]

Good question.

[She's never considered it.]

I've met another version of myself. [A kinder, luckier version of herself, living the life she wanted.] She was never the Scarlet Witch. She was never that... extreme degree of power. The potential was always in me, and I... I suppose things had to happen in a certain way for me to reach my potential. The Scarlet Witch and my chaos magic could have remained dormant, and I'd just be whatever was left. Magic, of a sort, but not the kind they write prophecies about.

[matermali]

Your closest of approximation of normal, perhaps?

[ How lucky that she's already been forced to consider 'another version' of herself more than once, so what Wanda's describing strikes her heart with a strange but familiar pang. Not shock or awe, but instead the kind of sadness someone knows once they've experienced what can never really be.

'A certain way'... Vanessa is certain it would have to be a way littered with tragedy. How could it not be? ]

Had my life not carried on...a certain way...

[ If Lucifer had never awoken her? ]

...then it may have been the same. I might have had a husband. Children. But a part of me would always exist beyond them. Something would strike me as Other, just as it has since my birth. So, can you understand my connection to her?

[westviews]

[Wanda nods in understanding.

And despite herself, she has to ask.]

Did you want that for yourself? A husband and children?

[matermali]

Once...some version of me did, but that dream is long dead.

[ What little she manages to smile carries something bittersweet. She has given up mourning those old wishes. It may be easier now that she has a new dream to latch onto. ]

What of you? Do you have a new dream?

[westviews]

No.

[Wanda's smile mirrors Vanessa's.]

I just know that kind of life is meant for another Wanda. Not me.

[matermali]

[ She so hates to think about what 'another' Vanessa might be getting up to. There's a tremor of guilt for leading Wanda down that line of thought. ]

...Until recently, I too had given up on any new dreams. I was certain that only solitude awaited me and that anything beyond that mattered little. It was a fate I likely deserved.

[ Leaning forward, her head tilts as she glances Wanda over again with a certainty she can only feel through knowing they both have suffered. She may not know exactly what Wanda has been through, but it's clear there's been little happiness. So, nothing she says comes lightly. Vanessa has no interest in patronizing. ]

While here, you may yet discover a new dream—a new desire. Whatever may happen, you need not face the journey alone.

[westviews]

[Oh, if that doesn't sound familiar. Wanda keeps her eyes on Vanessa's, nodding in that deep sense of understanding. She was right to catch her attention.

Kindred spirits.]

That does give me some peace of mind.