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ASGARD GENESIS - TEST DRIVE #1

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❧ optional scenario.
As you enter Asgard proper, many of the natives have gathered into curious crowds to greet these mysterious children of the World Tree. Some of them carry baskets of flowers and nervously offer one to any Wanderers that come near. They are vibrant and colorful, picked from the wilds surrounding Asgard, and they might have an odd effect on your character if they sniff the flowers directly.

Purple flowers will make your character very giggly and easily amused by everything they see and hear.
Orange flowers will make your character feel very warm all over, like the sun is beating down on them directly.
Blue flowers will make your character somewhat short and impatient with anything that seems like even a minor inconvenience to them.

Effects of the flowers can wear off anywhere between a few minutes to an hour. And for those new to Asgard, this scenario aligns with some of the general curses we might have in the game!

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[ Leave that to her this time. ]

So, obviously I know everything about Jamie. Your life with him. [ Again, obvious and redundant, but a starting point for the rest to flow. ]

It took a while, but we managed to find out that Jamie was alive. He'd survived Culloden. [ She should mention, probably, that they were aided in their search for answers by Roger Wakefield, but that's a bit of a minefield for her right now. She'll tell if asked, though. ]

I wanted you to go back to him, you had to go back to him. Wherever he is, that's where you belong. I didn't know it at first, but I do now.

[Frank had his conditions. One being that, as long as he lived, Bree wouldn't know anything about Jamie Fraser. The thought had crossed her mind more than once, since the funeral. Telling her everything. But how could she uproot her reality like that? Tell that the man she loved more than anyone wasn't actually her father? It was easier to keep up the lie. She wonders what switch flipped to make Claire tell her the truth.

She imagines Bree is glossing over a lot for the sake of simplicity and Claire's feelings. There's something different about her, more than the clothing and the hair and whatever time has passed. She regards her differently. Warmer, maybe. And perhaps there's something else.

Or she's just imagining it in the rush of information today.]

I can't imagine willingly leaving you.

[It wouldn't be like her moving away for college or a career. It'd be goodbye, forever. Or what would seem to be forever.]

[ She's glossing over details for two reasons, one of them perhaps selfish on her part. She wants to get to the heart of the matter, the most important information her mother would need to know. And she harbors so much regret and guilt for the way she'd treated her when the truth about Jamie had come out. Maybe her mother never would have spoken the truth had Bree not poked around and pried the information out of her. It's hard to know how things might have been different, but she believes they ended up exactly where they needed to be. ]

You're right about that. You didn't want to leave me, I had to talk you into it.

[ She squeezes her hand softly. ]

You gave him up for me, and I wanted to give him back to you.

[ There is, of course, so much more to tell. Out of everything, though, what's been weighing on her most prominently is what happened at the tavern, what Bonnet did to her. She almost wishes her mother just knew somehow, that she would never have to openly speak of it again, and that she could just be held tightly enough to banish the memories. ]

[You gave him up for me, and I wanted to give him back to you. The words strike her deeply. It doesn't quite feel like a weight's been lifted off her chest, now that Bree knows the truth and seems to accept it, but it changes something.]

Oh, Bree.

[How can she do anything but pull her in for another hug?]

My sweet girl.

[As her mother, she doesn't make it a habit to let her daughter see her cry. Right now, however, she's struggling with keeping the tears at bay.]

[ She'll never regret making that choice and supporting her mother in going back through the stones. It was the best thing that could have happened for her, she'll never believe otherwise. But she still missed her with a depth and magnitude far exceeding what she'd imagined.

She'd gone back in time to warn them of their impending deaths by fire, that was true, but it was more than that. Bigger than that.

She doesn't belong in their time now, it shouldn't be home, but it is, and she's been in no hurry to leave.

For now, she's content in her mother's arms again, holding onto her tightly. ]

You were with him for three years before I followed you through the stones.

[ She'll pause again here because why she followed them is another shock, she knows. News of their own death, when they'd only just found each other again. She so badly doesn't want to overwhelm her. ]

[She can't imagine going back. She can't imagine three years without Bree. The thought makes her heart ache, and she kisses her cheek.]

Why?

[That she could even go through the stones isn't terribly surprising. Geillis could do it. It wasn't only just her. Maybe it's something in certain people, and it can be passed down.]

What happened?

[If it was merely because she missed her mother, three years was a long time to wait.]

[ Instinctively, her head comes to rest against her mother's shoulder for a moment as she speaks. ]

I knew you found each other and I was curious about your life together. If you were okay. I wasn't expecting to find an obituary in an old newspaper.

[ She lifts her head again to look at her. ]

Both of you died in a fire, but the year was smudged so I couldn't figure out if it was ten months away or ten years. I just knew I had to go back to warn you.

[For all that she's still wrapping her mind around Asgard, being with Jamie again, and Bree coming to find them, the news of her apparent death doesn't garner much of a reaction beyond a hmm in the back of her throat.

It's something to think about later. Not that it matters much now, does it? Claire looks at Bree, taking a deep breath.]

You've got Jamie's courage, plain enough.

[ Her mother would know better in that regard, though she feels like she's come to know Jamie so much better in just a few weeks.

Still, there's a quirk of her lips as she smiles softly, tilting her head a little. ]

I think I've got yours, mama.

To tell you the truth, I don't know if I'm really absorbing any of this.

[Said almost with a laugh. Maybe it doesn't really matter as long as she has Bree. And Jamie. They could be the family she never dared to hope for because it's always been impossible to grasp. The thought of Bree in the 18th century is a terrifying one, in some regards: so many places were lawless and a far cry from Boston.

(Though after all the misadventures and dangerous encounters, it's a bloody fire that gets them. Go figure.)

And yet. She's not there, or in 1968. She's right here, where Claire can tuck one of her red curls behind her ear.]

I don't know what I'd do in this place without you.

Without me?

[ It's not that she doubts her mother's love, it's only that she doesn't fully grasp how necessary she really is to her life. For a moment, she wants to remind her mother that Jamie is here. The love of her life. Isn't he the most important in all of this, the missing piece of her heart?

But she hasn't had very long to accept that Jamie is actually alive, and that she goes back to him at some point. By her own admission, it's a lot to take in. ]

Yes, without you.

[Blood of my blood and bone of my bone might have been words shared with Jamie, but Bree is her flesh and blood. Her baby, no matter how old. Life with Frank wasn't always easy. It was lonely because she couldn't be herself with her daughter, not entirely, but it wasn't unbearable because of her love for Bree and the joy she brought.]

You're my family.

[Jamie had given her his, in-laws and nieces and nephews, and an adopted son, and even Bree--but Claire kept her, raised her, and loved her all these years.]

[ Bree is a little freer with her hugs than her mother is likely to remember. And that's exactly what she does now, reaching out to hug her tightly for a moment. She's been reunited with her mother for weeks now, in her timeline, but she wants her to know just how important she is to her, too. ]

I missed you so much, mama. Before I found you again.

[ News of the fire had been the perfect catalyst, something she could rally behind, but the truth is that she would have gone back eventually anyway. For all that she insisted she was fine without her mother, and for all that she assumed time would lessen the sting of her absence, the opposite had proven to be true. She missed her more as the years went on. ]

[Claire's noticed. Bree's being especially affectionate, but she supposes that's what happens when the walls are taken down and the truth made known. In a way, she feels like she's cheated. She didn't have to deal with the fallout of telling the truth and making Bree realize so much of her life wasn't as it seemed.

Not that she'd trade this for anything.]

I missed you, too.

[She can say that with certainty even if she's not the Claire that left her daughter for another time.]

No more of that. I'll have you both, now.

[ When she pulls back, there's a smile on Bree's face that's both gentle and proud. Proud of her mother, really, for everything she'd gone through, for having the courage to go back to Jamie, for the person she is. ]

He's a good man. You told me that what you felt for Jamie was the most powerful thing you'd ever felt in your life. I see it when you're with him, mama, the way you two are together.

[She's not sure if Bree's ever looked at her that way before. Nor can she imagine her daughter ever being comfortable with--her, with another man. It never would have been an issue in Boston.

Idly, Claire strokes her cheek with the backs of her fingers.]

I think I'm most glad he gets to know you. He... he wanted you. He wanted you so much.

[So much that he sent her away.]

But if you know him now, then I'm sure you've seen that, too.

[ She'll welcome every touch from her mother; after so many years apart, it feels like right now she can't get enough. Especially in light of a renewed closeness she feels for her, a fondness for her mother that didn't have a chance to really develop much when she was young.

They'd moved past the awful things Bree said to her mother when the truth was first revealed, but she'll never stop regretting those words, and wanting to make up for it in every way possible, even if this version of her mother is still blissfully ignorant in that regard. ]

Very much so. I was so glad to meet him at first, but then spending time alone with him... [ She trails off, growing a little quieter. ] It was hard, trying to balance it in my mind, with wanting to know him better, but not wanting to be disloyal to daddy. We're starting to work it out, though, I think. We're getting there. He even told me to call him Da.

[Hard to be disloyal to a dead man, but Claire would never utter the words. Jamie had wanted her to be with Frank, to be taken care of, and it was that and perhaps some spite for making her leave him that she played the role of wife with little worry about loyalty.

Jamie had been right, of course. He knew where life would be better for Claire and his child.]

Frank is still your father. He always will be. Jamie would never want you to feel like you were being disloyal to him.

[That, she knows Bree knows.]

We talked about that and he said the same thing. He was grateful to daddy for everything.

[ She'd worried about even bringing it up because she hadn't wanted to hurt Jamie's feelings in the process, either. But he was gracious and patient, everything she could have hoped for in meeting the man who hadn't been able to raise the child he'd truly wanted. ]

Jamie's just been so...understanding. It's made it easier to get closer to him.

It was one of the best things about him.

[She spent so long forcing herself to think of him in the past tense that it's hard to shake. A mistake caught a moment after she says it, and she almost winces.]

--is.

[ She gives her a soft smile as she rests her hand for a moment on her shoulder. ]

Is. And now you'll never have to lose him again.

[ Bold words, of course. Especially given that she'd gone back in time to prevent their deaths by fire. She can save them then, and she will, but it's still the one thing she has no power over, despite every effort she'll put forward to try. To protect them, too. ]

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