| Jörð | (gogreenplease) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-02-24 10:05:00 |
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Entry tags: | adonis, jord |
Who: Jord and Adonis
What: Jord comes home from The Highway quite weakened and explains the new dangers.
When: Tuesday morning, about 6 am
Warnings: Language, maybe.
The Earth Mother had remained at Marijuana's shop until she felt strong enough to leave it, carefully drawing from every source that she had, from the ground itself but also from the activists who supported her cause, from those who truly cared about the earth, about carbon footprints and everything else. Trouble was, most of these loosely defined 'followers' were asleep, and she couldn't contact her office and get Dana to throw something together until at least seven. It was around two when she finally bid farewell to Marijuana and his siblings, still wary of being seen, and pushed herself back into the wall, into the dirt and roots of the underground.
Traveling home was quite difficult compared to traveling there. Moving through the earth required no special expenditure of power, but it did requite focus, and that was something that the goddess found herself lacking. She kept curling up among the roots and basking in the warmth of the soil pressing all around her, and then a face would flash before her minds eye and she knew that he was worried and she would press on, press closer to home, closer to Adonis. She made him her focus, and about four hours after she had stepped into the earth through the basement, she was laying in that empty lot, breathing heavily and grinning and trying to remember how to move above the earth.
It wasn't that she was lacking in power, in the general sense. No, there was plenty of power, more power than she ever cared to let on....which was why she kept it hidden away. There was a level of power that any immortal around her could feel; that was gone. Now she tapped into her unseen stores, pulling that power up into her being. But it was not without consequence...her text messages to Badlr earlier had been barely legible. She could hardly type; mortal technology had nothing to do with her, and it seemed so terribly foreign and strange. Her eyes still couldn't decide which color to settle on, her hair hung long down her back, the color of freshly turned earth. Jord still looked vaguely like herself, but somehow changed.
On trembling legs, she walked and stumbled slowly to her building, ignoring the looks that she was getting from the neighbors, glad that her neighborhood was quiet, private. It was everything that she could do to fit the key in the lock, but she had no idea how to make that damned elevator function, so she sat in it for ten minutes and laughed at all of it's complexities. To any mortal, she would have looked barking mad. Finally, the goddess drug herself up the stairs, all the way to her landing, and pressed through the door, not bothering with locks or even actually opening it, glad that it was an old oak door, glad for the runes around it, which provided their own strength. Strength that felt like Odin.
Supporting herself on the counter, she tried to call for him, but her voice sounded like waves and waterfalls and it was so much easier just to push her power toward him, wherever he was, so that he would know that she was there. So that he would come to her. Her power shot out from her in a huge radius, house plants blooming and growing in her apartment, in those of her neighbors. Giggling like a burbling brook, she pulled it back in and hoped that she had gotten the point across, and she waited for him to come.