( closed ) high above the smokestacks

[villieldr]

WHO: Lakshmi, Magni & Tofa
WHAT: return to the Gallows and totally fine not awkward intros
WHEN: a day or two before the event
WHERE: Gallows courtyard
NOTES: none foreseen

Magni alerted Lakshmi that they were approaching the Gallows. Very different from her other arrivals here, when she had no one waiting for her. Marcoulf was a dear friend, but it was different with him. They were not the sorts to wait on one another, when each had work to do. It was more likely that they'd find each other eventually with a bottle of something potent. And, as much as she loves Marcoulf, she has never longed to see him the way she longs to see her Marnikarnika now. She stands at the front of the boat, and the moment they are in reach, a little before they dock, she jumps across to alight at the Gallows. Never has she been so excited to be back in this place, this bustling, miserable city with slaves immortalised against the cliffs.

An owl flaps across after her, and lands on her shoulder, before she looks back to her sister and tilts her head. Excited, eager, come on, Tofa.

From there, to the courtyard. Magni, injuries finally healed, able to move as freely and easily as she had before the Battle of Ghislain, looking around for Lakshmi. Where is she?

Comments

[shri]

( she can't believe she's in love with this elk. )

"We will," she was family now - and everything that was, everything it wasn't, and simply as it's mean, Lakshmi will do her damndest to that end. Magni's people were her own and that was the end of that.

"Why don't we... " there is a shift, pausing, and she realises its hard to know when she is being spoken too or not. She taps her fingers - well, there were conversation methods she knew through fingers. But they were quite different. "... before we go. Here. When you want only my attention, please do this." She forms the gesture with her fingers, curling them around. "Then I will know it is me."

[kyrr]

Tofa looks between Magni and Lakshmi before she softens, breathing out gently.

It's a kindness, to be before someone who is making an effort to be considerate of her ailment. She lifts her hands and begins to move them, shaping them into the same motion Lakshmi had made - a name sign, something she recognises. She knows that it's something simple and recognisable, and she appreciates that more than any kind of hand sign or word could ever be able to express.

Turning to Magni, making her sister's name sign, she motions.

I will help carry. A nod. And then we can talk more.