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actuallyawolf ([personal profile] actuallyawolf) wrote in [community profile] ph_logs2024-10-16 01:41 pm

awooooo

Who: Ylva and assorted CR

What: She's decided to have a small party -- a bonfire -- of her very own before it gets too cold to cook outside.

When: Nebulously mid-October

Where: Elsie's clearing (so graciously donated)


Please feel free to tag me directly or to make toplevels for a mingle. New CR is welcome to crash the party or handwave coming along with someone else (she will not stand on ceremony and possibly does not know that idiom anyway).




Ylva has been thinking. On the one hand, she likes many of the things that are at parties -- food, music, friends -- but on the other, they are very noisy and a little overwhelming, and often (though not always) indoors, and maybe, just maybe, she could make herself a little party. The invitations that get slipped into people's mailboxes are printed with carefully but inexpertly formed letters:

I'm having a bonfire before it gets too cold. Elsie said we could use her clearing. Bring things to eat and cook if you want!

On the day of, the wood is gathered and piled high before being set aflame. The food set out is largely simple fare -- bread, cheese, roasted meat, some small cookies and sweets -- but it's the sort of food that fills and warms you on an autumn evening in the woods. There are even some sharpened sticks ready if someone brought sausages (the risk of hot dogs has not occurred to her). It's a camping sort of evening.

Ylva is almost shy, hostess or not, and looks almost startled when someone addresses her, as though this were not a completely normal thing to do. She does try to mingle, though, and is easily flagged down for a conversation.
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[personal profile] nothingbadeverhappensto 2024-12-12 11:59 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah? That's a good question, too." And one that he doesn't feel very equipped to answer or even begin to ponder, especially if Ylva can't figure it out even with her ability to talk to the plants in question. It's sure gonna rest at the back of his mind forever now, though, along with the question of what it implies that plants can talk in the first place.

He frowns, thoughtfully, feeling a little like a man on a boat watching the shadows of something much bigger than he can comprehend below the surface, in terms of the questions at hand here.

"Cindy's a good name for a tree, though," he says, opting to pivot away from the existentialism at least for a moment. "And yeah. It's - it feels weird to call it useful, that we can't die for good here, but it kind of is, with how that's a real threat sometimes. But it's also pretty fucked up."