☕ Yes, we are late for FebruarOC. No, we are not catching up all at once today or tomorrow. Yes, this is probably going to be a wild ride for everyone. No, we are not going to apologize.
Anyways, get ready for a month of Observers, bc that's what we decided to focus on! Let us know if you love any of them, we might do more of the same at some point, maybe. (≧∇≦)ﾉ ☕
In which Atlas finds a misadventure.
There is something within the World.
Atlas does not know exactly what is, but the pull is strong enough for the Observer to give itself over to its curiosity. The World is a quieter one, more known simply due to the expansion of the Worldfarers than any one thing within the Lands themselves. But there is something within the World, the Existence more than enough to drag Atlas' focus away from the Knowledge of the World itself for favor of trying to find the Existence that is calling to it. The Observer wanders, soft leaps dragging it closer and closer to whatever it is that is bleeding into its blood and bones before it finds the source of curiosity.
Atlas leaps, its feet barely touching the ground before it is slammed into. The Observer allows the tackle, forcing limpness as someone throws themself on top of it. A Child of Magicks scrambles for a second, sitting right on its hips and holding its hands down as air is dragged through their lungs. They glare, Magicks bleeding in soft threat as Atlas stares down stormy eyes.
Earth comes to force Atlas into the ground, and the Observer does nothing but allow the child to do whatever it is they were aiming for. It sinks into the ground a little, soft cuffs of earth forming over wrists and ankles before the Child of Magicks seems to note its lack of resistance. Confusion blooms under the aggression, easily replaced with wary suspicion as the child hisses.
"Do not move."
Atlas complies with the soft demand, simply allowing the child to calm on top of it as it takes in the soft whispers of Knowledge sitting around it like dewdrops in the morning sunlight. It is easy to note that the child is not alone, even easier to note that instincts outweigh any intention brought forward in the moment. Atlas is aware that the Child of Magicks is far more scared than confident, some other factor keeping the child from flight. But that does not keep Atlas down, even against the soft pulse of pain that comes from Magicks not fully controlled.
The Child of Magicks is the Existence pulling on Atlas' focus, the curiosity burning through its veins from the hands still aiming to hold it down.
The Observer settles underneath the Child of Magicks, waiting their judgement before something catches both of their attention. Another child, this one far less vibrant, breathes into Existence, Atlas keeping itself from breaking eye contact with the Child of Magicks as the other child speaks before taking in the current situation.
"Benny, you gotta cal- what in the name of the Ancients are you doing!?"
Atlas can hear the scramble as the child comes closer, blinks as the other child drags the first off of it and away. The earth holding it crumbles with the removal and the Observer waits a second before it slowly sits up. The Child of Magicks moves to it, Atlas noting when the Child of Curiosity yanks their counterpart back and away from it. The Observer ignores both of the childs for a moment, sitting up and crossing its legs before giving them both a small tilt of its head.
The Child of Curiosity stands between them now, but their focus is bent on the other child. The Observer can tell their concern is more with keeping the other safe, than anything else. It smiles, relaxing again as it tries to give reassurance.
"I did not come to harm either of you. I will not move if you do not wish for me to."
The Child of Curiosity holds zero trust in the words, but the Observer can see the soft consideration from the Child of Magicks. They touch their counterpart, a soft whisper of a name coming before the Child of Curiosity frowns but backs down enough for the Child of Magicks to stand next to them instead of behind. There is a silent conversation shifting between them, looks and thoughts shared as the Observer waits. Something is decided; the Observer blinks as both of them focus back on it with more curiosity from both. It tilts its head, waits for whatever is on their minds. It comes uot immediately, the Child of Magicks taking a step closer as they gesture at the Observer.
"You don't seem like a Hunter."
The question is more than obvious, even if it is not asked. Atlas tilts its head to the other side, the debate barely sitting in its head before it decides. It locks eyes with the Child of Curiosity, keeps its voice calm as it gives them Knowledge.
