[heart game]

[dormancy]

There is a click, a soft urging, almost whispered too soft to hear, but you can sense that you are being beckoned somewhere, lead to an elaborate open door with wood panels and great curls of gold leaf. You cannot see what is beyond the door, but it smells sour and sharp. Before you can turn over the thought of should you or shouldn't you, if you are the kind, there is a quiet push at your back and through the door you go . . .

Join #supersafe, because I like being misleading. When in doubt, use this for flower meanings if you character is the type . . .

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[sightunseen]

[takes her shoes off to carry with her and wriggles her toes in the grass before continuing in much the same manner; still mostly blind, though she slits her eyes open if she stumbles etc]

[dramatispersonae]

The blades of grass are dead, crackling under her feet from thirst. The hill slopes gently downward as it descends, at least, a whole floor level. After walking for a while, she may feel cool leaves and a sharp prick underneath her hand.

[sightunseen]

[opens her eyes and looks at what she's found]

[dramatispersonae]

There is a hedge that raises to her shoulders. However, the branches and leaves are scattered and broken as if they were carelessly cut down. Nested in the sea of hedges are thorns, nails, and the occasional scissors . . . If she looks up, then she sees that there is an arch circling over the hedge, but from the other side.

[sightunseen]

[:T... is there a way to get around or through the hedge?]

[dramatispersonae]

If she looks to her right, there seems to be an entrance to the hedges with a small path made of smooth, white pebbles.

[sightunseen]

[stays still for a few more minutes, trying to feel out the direction of the wind again; still west?]

[dramatispersonae]

It is hard to get a strong bead on it here. Rather than coming from any direction, this area seems to just feel cleaner, purer, including the moving air.

[sightunseen]

[picks up a pair of scissors to take with her and heads into the hedges :|a]

[dramatispersonae]

They are a rather simple but sufficient pair!

When you enter the maze, you realize that you may not have to pay as close attention to which way you turn. The hedges are short, only coming up to your shoulders at most, and cut away completely in other places. It looks like if you want to cut through, you should still be careful, because of the thorns and so on.

Not that you really should need to cut through, you have the maze completely remembered by now, don't you? Left, left, right, left . . . You know where you wish to go, so go, then.

[sightunseen]

Ah...

[f...following her own directions?!]

[dramatispersonae]

As soon as she starts following the directions, the feeling, the presence, of capability and knowledge fades away. Perhaps, that wasn't meant for her . . . Will you follow them still?

[sightunseen]

[...her chin goes up; yes]

[dramatispersonae]

It doesn't take very long, though some of the turns seem counterintuitive to arriving at where she was. Eventually, she comes to an ornate black iron gate with curls and the like. It feels as pleasant on this side as from the other.

[sightunseen]

[where is this...? peers through curiously]

[dramatispersonae]

Where indeed . . .