Dani Netse Ôhno'kaestse | Mirage (psyche_out) wrote in marvel_united, @ 2013-06-08 22:20:00 |
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NARRATIVE: home on the range
Who: Dani Moonstar
NPCs: Brightwind
When: 06/08/13 -- very late
Where: Boulder, Colorado → Dani's ranch
What: Range, ranch-- what did it matter? She was home again.
Rating: PG
It was a long trip, crossing the rainbow bridge (Asgard was so weird sometimes) and then making their way to Colorado. Dani hadn't bothered stopping except whenever Brightwind needed a break. Sure, she could've used a proper bathroom and boy would she have killed for a burger but since she was still in her Valkyrie armor and without money of any sort, she just snacked on the provisions she'd packed before leaving.
Now-- she was home.
Black Eagle had hired someone to take care of the ranch shortly after her parent's died and Dani took over after his death. It was actually the reason she'd finally visited again all those months (years?) back. She couldn't bring herself to sell the place but it seemed wrong, just letting it sit here uninhabited. She'd been toying with the idea of making it into something more-- maybe a refuge for hurt animals? a home for mutant orphans?-- but needed to know what she was working with first.
Then she'd found Brightwind and everything else kind of hit the backburner, her life becoming a whirlwind adventure of Nordic proportions. But the good news was that the stables were still clean and she was able to tack the winged horse comfortable. The ranch home had heat and electricity, though both required some manual outdoors switch flipping by her, and (best of all) was clean and fully made up. It was perfect.
Even better, all her stuff was stored here-- clothes, television, laptop, cell phone that no longer worked and the other knickknacks of her life. Dani looked longingly at her computer for a moment (she was so very curious about what had happened since she'd been gone!) but only grabbed her pajamas. She was too damn tired to give proper attention to anything that wasn't her bed at this moment in time.
Dani didn't even bother with a shower. She just stripped off her armor, put on a set of pajamas (God, cotton had never felt so soft before) and collapsed into her childhood bed. It was the first time she'd been in it since before her parents died but she was too exhausted to appreciate it. Tomorrow. She'd deal with it tomorrow. She'd deal with everything tomorrow.
(Or, you know, the next day, since she ended up sleeping for over thirty hours. Same difference.)