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MARCH MCC: RECENTER

Taika is green, lush. The forest, while not quite Ithunnwood, is carpeted by soft grasses and moss with foliage that grows anywhere and everywhere. It is so different to the cold, desolate peaks of the mountain. Where trees are sparse and grow in the cracks between rocks, straggling and starving for resources. Even the sun beats down colder there, with tones of blues and greys blanketing the mountain trails. Not even the Vale compares to the greenery at a lower altitude. It's never ending. With trees that soar high into the sky, lush with leaves and even flowers. The ground blooms open with colours and textures. It's soft and comfortable to lay here.

And yet a part of Runa misses the ache in their paws. Their pads are growing soft down here, no longer needing to be rough to weather the rocky terrain. They see so little down here. Only details and not the bigger picture; not those grand views.

But when they had been up there, these tiny details were all they had longed to see.

Perhaps it isn't the place they miss. But the ones they left behind. They don't even have their father here, which they still feel is for the best. He'll carve out a life for himself in the East and they will remain a ghost here, haunting the woods and dreaming of days past. Missing the familiarity of family and loved ones. Their body was here - in the moss, in the green - but their heart was still up on those peaks. With Ixchel. With Ozan. With Quesnel.

This place is beautiful, but they can't even begin to feel centered when they feel displaced and out of touch. They wish they had someone to share these beauties with; these wonders... They wished to run with Ixchel through these trees and leap up rolling hills to gaze at the stretch of land before them. Now within their grasp. Right there... They longed to romp in the creek with Quesnel and then dry off on the moss and fall into a dreamless sleep that would bring them nothing but peace. They longed to curl up with Sukka and Ozan and listen to stories they would weave.

But... this is for the best, they keep telling themselves. Here - alone - they can't ruin anything for those they love. Here, they won't be a burden.

so I've been learning and reading about a concept called archive fever in my art history class and its this huge thing that can't possibly be summed up in a dA description, but the part of most importance is that this archive fever is a longing to return to a past which can never be accessed again. It's the documentation of history (of art history) with the knowledge that documenting a moment will never actually perfectly capture that moment. That moment only exists in the time it happened and you can never go back there. It's referenced a lot to do with performance artwork or impermanent art work. You can take a photo of a performance, but the real performance is experiencing it first hand and if you miss it. It's gone. That is the fever. The fervent desire to return to the origin of a moment. To experience the moment, not the documentation of a moment.

I'm only just now learning about this concept but it's really interesting and it makes me think of Runa a lot. It's interesting how I created a character who is nearly the embodiment of this idea before I had ever even heard what it was. Runa longs for a past to which they will never return. They long to know the origin of the world around them and to return to simpler times, but that is not possible and I think they're wrestling with that a lot more now that their world has been flipped upside down.

also here's me crying cause Runa doesn't know ozan has passed

  

SOULS | 4 for fullbody MCC

Description

.｡*ﾟ+.*.｡　　ﾟ+..｡*ﾟ+

MARCH MCC: RECENTER

Taika is green, lush. The forest, while not quite Ithunnwood, is carpeted by soft grasses and moss with foliage that grows anywhere and everywhere. It is so different to the cold, desolate peaks of the mountain. Where trees are sparse and grow in the cracks between rocks, straggling and starving for resources. Even the sun beats down colder there, with tones of blues and greys blanketing the mountain trails. Not even the Vale compares to the greenery at a lower altitude. It's never ending. With trees that soar high into the sky, lush with leaves and even flowers. The ground blooms open with colours and textures. It's soft and comfortable to lay here.

And yet a part of Runa misses the ache in their paws. Their pads are growing soft down here, no longer needing to be rough to weather the rocky terrain. They see so little down here. Only details and not the bigger picture; not those grand views.

But when they had been up there, these tiny details were all they had longed to see.

Perhaps it isn't the place they miss. But the ones they left behind. They don't even have their father here, which they still feel is for the best. He'll carve out a life for himself in the East and they will remain a ghost here, haunting the woods and dreaming of days past. Missing the familiarity of family and loved ones. Their body was here - in the moss, in the green - but their heart was still up on those peaks. With Ixchel. With Ozan. With Quesnel.

This place is beautiful, but they can't even begin to feel centered when they feel displaced and out of touch. They wish they had someone to share these beauties with; these wonders... They wished to run with Ixchel through these trees and leap up rolling hills to gaze at the stretch of land before them. Now within their grasp. Right there... They longed to romp in the creek with Quesnel and then dry off on the moss and fall into a dreamless sleep that would bring them nothing but peace. They longed to curl up with Sukka and Ozan and listen to stories they would weave.

But... this is for the best, they keep telling themselves. Here - alone - they can't ruin anything for those they love. Here, they won't be a burden.

so I've been learning and reading about a concept called archive fever in my art history class and its this huge thing that can't possibly be summed up in a dA description, but the part of most importance is that this archive fever is a longing to return to a past which can never be accessed again. It's the documentation of history (of art history) with the knowledge that documenting a moment will never actually perfectly capture that moment. That moment only exists in the time it happened and you can never go back there. It's referenced a lot to do with performance artwork or impermanent art work. You can take a photo of a performance, but the real performance is experiencing it first hand and if you miss it. It's gone. That is the fever. The fervent desire to return to the origin of a moment. To experience the moment, not the documentation of a moment.

I'm only just now learning about this concept but it's really interesting and it makes me think of Runa a lot. It's interesting how I created a character who is nearly the embodiment of this idea before I had ever even heard what it was. Runa longs for a past to which they will never return. They long to know the origin of the world around them and to return to simpler times, but that is not possible and I think they're wrestling with that a lot more now that their world has been flipped upside down.

also here's me crying cause Runa doesn't know ozan has passed

  

SOULS | 4 for fullbody MCC