Word Two: The shape of heat on a road, the shape of the smell of apples

[witchofthechalk]

[The Summer Lady wakes up. Which was at first strange because the last thing she remembered was walking through a forest on the Disc. Her season was starting, she had things to do.

But now.....She's back to her old body. Though her mind still feels the same. She can feel the rush of the heat and her memories of the town come back. Oh....yes. They'd taken away her memories, made her think she hadn't been stuck. How like them. But now she remembered the truth. And slowly getting up, she starts to plan her day. Tiffany Aching goes back to sleep and the Summer Lady continued on her way.

[Housemates: Tiffany Aching, no the Summer Lady is walking through the house. She's wearing yellow and orange and most tellingly. Not her witches hat. She pauses too look at a few of the "tech" things in the house and smirk. Humans.]

[Park: There is a teenage girl examining the plant life in the park. Checking on things in a methodical fashion as though she's been sent to inspect them. If you know her, she's dressed differently as explained above, and she even seems to be holding herself differently. There is something odd about this teenage girl.]

[Around Town: If you're walking by said Teenage girl you might notice that the air around you is suddenly a great deal warmer. Not Spring heat...more like.....well Summer.]

[Phone: The Summer Lady picks up the phone. Her voice is Tiffany's, but with a hiss behind it and less....humanness.]

Summer is coming. Even this ...place can not change that.

It's.... unnatural without the dance but I'll make do.


[OOC: Tiffany is from an AU where after the events of Wintersmith she was forced to permanently become the Summer Lady who is the personification of Summer. She's been doing this for three years now. The old Summer Lady vanished, the Feegles are still searching for her.]

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[worstvikingever]

You just remembered. Okay. Do you know how that sounds? 'Cause to me it sounds like Mayfield screwing with us again.

[witchofthechalk]

[She shakes her head...]

I don't...remember anything else.

I don't want to be the Summer Lady. I have no choice.

[worstvikingever]

[Hiccup sighs.]

Well here you don't have to be.

[witchofthechalk]

No...I have to.

[It's very warm around them.]

There needs to be a Summer Lady. It's my fault there isn't. So I have to fix it.

[She's had this drilled into her head a lot.]

[worstvikingever]

But here isn't... where you came from. There doesn't need to be a... uh... Summer Lady here. Summer's gonna happen on its own here, it happened last year and you weren't trying to do whatever it is you're trying to do.

[witchofthechalk]

.....I.

[Fun fact, elementals aren't as logical as witches.]


it's wrong. But...yes. ...there wasn't even a Morris dance....

[worstvikingever]

And it's warm and sunny and plants are growing.

...what's a Morris dance?

[He can't help it.]

[witchofthechalk]

The dance between Summer and Winter. The changing of the seasons.

There are two.

[worstvikingever]

Oh. Right. Of course.

[Weird.]

[witchofthechalk]

I interrupted the dance three years ago.

I was foolish.

[worstvikingever]

And now you're Summer.

Okay.

[Super weird.]

[witchofthechalk]

Until otherwise noted, yes.

[worstvikingever]

Well all right, consider this your official notation, then. You're not Summer.

[witchofthechalk]

It would be nice if it were that easy. But the previous Summer needs to be located first.

[worstvikingever]

Okay, think of it this way. You're in Mayfield. Happy vacation.