Tales of the Ice Harpy from Glacia

Karla was in her room again, trying to decide where to hang her new paintings that she'd gotten from Sophie's gallery. Circle of Trust was probably going to hang above her desk, but she wasn't sure where to hang Stardust. The painting was amazing and would look lovely at the head of her bed, but she wouldn't be able to look at it while she was falling asleep if she hung it there.

Decisions, decisions...

Maybe she could hang the web from the fair over the bed. It had all sorts of geometric shapes in it, plus she hadn't gotten around to taking the Sapphire chips out. That might tie the whole room together nicely.


[Establishy but open. Random bouts of SP through the day]

After the picnic, Karla went to the dorms and found her room. Thank the Darkness, it was only on the second floor; she wasn't certain how much further she'd be able to go before just falling asleep on her feet. Even if being attacked and having drained the Sapphire nearly to the breaking point hadn't been enough, the shock of being at Fandom was enough to knock her on her rear. The similarities between Kaeleer and Fandom were few enough to count of one hand and still have enough fingers left over to play the piano.

Once she was rested and more balanced, things would almost certainly start making more sense. Until then, though, the sheer strangeness of the place was well-nigh overwhelming. And this coming from a girl who had to wander through illusions and dreamscapes for school.

Once she was in the room, calling in her belongings felt like too much work--she'd been using Craft injudiciously again. Besides, there had been talk about moving to a cabin in a few days anyway. Why unpack now, when she'd just have to repack and vanish it later?

Although she would have to go through everything and discover what exactly she had with her. She doubted it would be enough for the next few years. Did Fandom have a village nearby where she could make purchases? And did she have enough ready cash on her to pay for everything? She doubted she could just go through and purchase things on credit, the way she did back home.

Calling in several thick, blankets just about killed the last of her reserves. Throwing them on the bed she'd claimed, Karla curled up beneath them and fell immediately asleep.

[[Door and post open for Saturday afternoon, however Karla will spend a lot of Sunday handwavily wandering around town. If you do want to talk, you luckily managed to catch her right before she left or right when she got back home. Otherwise, she pretty much spends Sunday evening the same way she does Saturday: asleep.]]