it's pouring, the trees are getting greener before my eyes,

[illuminating]

Who: amaterasu (illuminating) & open.
What: catch-all.
When: complete month of december.
Where: wyver & olympia, but we could do between these places, too.
Warning(s): will add if anything comes up.


(this post is 110% open to anyone who'd like to do anything with it, whether we have established cr, or discussed things or not. all the prompts are open, but if you would like something specific, feel free to reach me to request something. i can be found by pm or sleepiest for any hashing out of things. i will also eventually be including celebration things in this post later in the month, if you want to do something, but want to wait until then. thank you very much!)




week one: wyver.

[In the entirety of the first week, Amaterasu can be found anywhere within Wyver. She isn't difficult to miss being a white wolf, or something like that, or is she merely a massive dog? More than this, though, she has no timidity in coming up to people or getting into things. This is, after all, why she's staying for a little while. At this point, she's probably met virtually everyone in Olympia, and she won't miss the opportunity to make friends with the natives or other refugees alike.

Some of the easier places or points to find her are:

a] in the Fields of the Exalted. Who knows if she has an official position there, but she seems to like to go, and she seems to... for lack of better description, baby the dragons. It took less than a day to earn most of their trust, but she's still working on it with some of the more stubborn ones. Maybe you work there, too, or maybe you've wandered into the wrong area, or are just plum curious. The sight you're likeliest to see is her casually passing by some of the larger dragons lounging in the field, a hatchling clinging to her shoulders, hanging off one side of her with curled tail, about the size of the cat. It's trilling in a gurgling way argumentatively, and with confidence enough it won't hurt her, you might hear her respond with stern, open-mouthed groans that are edging on weary growls.

The scaly infant huffs, and hisses, and trills petulantly, crawling up her back with claws smashing one of her ears against her head, and this is where it drapes its self to lay down, its little head bobbing on top of hers. She's obviously distracted, and won't stop unless someone bothers to get her attention.

b] In the main parts of the city, moving from person to person she passes to get to know them. Through sniffing, and happy pats, and tail wagging. Some smile but don't touch her, some can't get enough of ruffling her fur, and some even spare her treats. Perhaps you're the next person she's trotting up to, as if this is just a day in the life, going from one person after the other, not able to speak Hello, hello, hello but exuding such an aura all the same. Maybe you catch her up to mischief—nosing around in someone's sack to steal a bite or two of their food, or unconcerned, jumping in through a window someone's left open, the light clatters of her knocking things over soon following behind her vanished form. There's chance you'll see the strange occurrence of her pausing near some of the foliage, and a full-bloomed flower pop into thrilled life, before she's moving on. A coincidence, a cursed plant? Odds are, if you're able to see her true shape, you'll know she painted it into existence.

She can also be found—or frankly, coming up to greet you—in literally any of the other areas available in Wyver. It's her personality and nature to go anywhere she can reach, and sit with and listen to as many people as she can. Nothing is off limits.]

week two: olympia.

[The second week, when she returns to Olympia to assist in getting things relatively back to normal, her visit is largely more focused. She's only found in one of three places: visiting patients or anyone else at the Sanctuary, sleeping outside of the Sanctuary, or roaming amid the damage.

Most notably, if you're there too, helping clean up, not unlike her sprouting flowers in the sake of it, you might catch sight of her stopping near some of the rubble, and mysteriously a corner of a vendor cart or building or a gap in the path will, just like that!, be restored to new. If you are only able to see the simple wolf, this will come with no explanation, perhaps also, just peculiar coincidence. But, of course, if you're able to her markings, the feathers at her ankles and shoulders that shouldn't be on a wolf, that ever-present glow that never seems to fade, the mirror swirling in fire and hovering over her back—then it's just as well you'll be able to take note of the deliberate swishing of tail, the ink (yes! can you believe?) dripping off her tail, and the inexplicable way the celestial paint that comes from her appears over these broken parts, then brings them all perfectly back together again.

It is, be aware, only restoration here and there, parts of things to contribute to the whole of the thing being fixed or mended. She is no longer powerful enough to bring a whole building lying in smithereens back to its complete shape. But bit by bit, or wherever someone else seems to be having trouble, she'll try to make it easier, to put herself to whatever little use she can.]

(ending off to say that wildcards are always welcome.)