picknicking

[dark_light]

There's something unutterably pleasant about landing in a bit of woods in the middle of Nowhere, Manitoba, removing a sandwich and an apple from her backpack and having a picnic before she's ready to move on. She could eat in midair, but it makes it too likely that she'll drop something and find it unrecoverable.

Path's on her knee, and her cloudpine is propped up against the tree next to her.

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[prodigal_miser]

There is someone who isn't aware that he's about to crash a one-person picnic. In fact, if he'd known the consequences of arriving in this dimension without certain protections, he might have reconsidered. Of course, he didn't know any better, and this was the easiest plane to travel to for what he seeks. His scryings say this place has the plant, so here he is.

So when he appears in an open area a reasonable distance away from the picnicking witch, he is utterly surprised by the large bird that soon follows on his shoulder.

"Um," says the man eloquently, staring at the bird. His clothes are strange, and his hair's an unnatural color that matches his daemon. Obviously, he's not from around here.