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Timeline just hadn't been working out for Scylla to have taken people to her homeworld; she had meant to, but then she had gone to Celsus, and the next week she had gone to Europe, and she'd been gone almost a month... but here she was, and she had made a promise to another senshi that she was much hoping the delay would be forgiven for. She had warned Myrrha to bring a blanket when she issued the invitation to meet her here, now; it was going to be a fairly quick trip, to drop off a few things, and take a look at her planet that may well be her last.

The rooftop about 3 blocks down from her home was warm and quiet, and Scylla stared out at the stars and wondered at how much it may have changed. She had arrived from Paris almost 20 hours prior, and hadn't slept yet- Scylla would take care of her, she hoped, and not place her somewhere that she might drown. A few small bags of supplies rested at her feet- just in case this wasn't the last time she saw the White Temple, she would continue to store provisions.

Her heels clacked against the concrete roof, nervous energy vibrating through her. It was an inconvenient day for most, and short notice for others. Hopefully, Myrrha would forgive her for such a short, late introduction to Scylla.Now, all she had to do was wait for the other woman to arrive. Closing her eyes, Scylla tugged in a breath, closing her eyes, feeling the cold breeze slip through her hair, over bare arms, bare legs, and bare back.

Myrrha's arrival was heralded by the oncoming sensation of an Order signature coming her way with purpose. Better Order than Chaos! Scylla waited patiently as it moved closer and closer, and at last into visual range. Scylla lifted one hand in a wave, eyes crinkling at the corners from greeting. Myrrha seemed a bit flustered, and Scylla shook her head in an easy attempt to reassure the other woman that she had done nothing wrong.

"You're what, about ten minutes late?" she asked with a grin, "Where as here I am about a month late and I didn't even bring Starbucks. I'm going to say you're fine." More than fine- the other senshi had listened to her, and seemed to be coming prepared. Hopefully, Scylla would cooperate. She wasn't much feeling one last swim before she got murdered.

"I was figuring I'd give you a quick cliffs notes version of how I do it before we go, unless you've already gone to your home-world. I apologize- just got back from about a month long trip for business and I'm running a bit on empty, but I made you a promise, and wanted to finally keep it. You've been patient- I appreciate it, Myrrha."

Myrrha opened her bottle of water, and Scylla was reminded that she really, really would prefer her planet not dump them in the middle of the ocean again. There might not be anything she could see in the depths yet, but getting a fellow senshi eaten or drowned was not something she wanted to risk happening. "I've been going fairly regularly for a while. When you first go to Myrrha it may be a bit.... ruined. But with love and a little TLC, it heals up. Quite a lot, actually. It and I have been coming to an understanding."

She reached out her hand and took hold of Myrrha's hand, giving her a smile. "Hold on tight to your stuff," she warned her, and pulled out her phone. Closed her eyes, focusing. Deep breath in. Deep breath out. Put us somewhere mannerly, okay? Don't be rude to the guests. I'm coming home.

It only took a breath in and a breath out, and then the world shifted from winter cold to Scyllan warmth, the scent of salt, the sound of water, the feel of water on her toes, and the light-

Neon.

Scylla opened her eyes to the bioluminescent glow of her world. In the distance, the World Pillar a beacon, coral branches spread out Yggdrasil of old. Above them, hovering islands with glowing, dripping vines; at their feet the shimmer of grass, and as she turned, the White Temple gleaming in the dark.

Scylla inhaled and exhaled deeply, smelling the sea at her back, feeling the sand under her heels, and lifting one foot then the other to tug off golden sandals and sink narrow feet into soft sand.She chucked the shoes thoughtlessly in a general direction- she wouldn't need them when she powered down on her return to Destiny City, and the location where she had met Myrrha was close enough to a safe place to power down that if she couldn't find them later, it wasn't a big deal. They would vanish when she did, anyhow. Once they had even gotten chucked off-planet with her, landing at her side when she returned. And always, when she powered up, they were back on her feet. Magical shoes best shoes.

This was home, and Scylla tilted her head back to let the warmth seep into her bones inch by inch, eyes closed against only vaguely-remembered constellations of tree branches and glowing pinpoints of the sky beyond the coral, against the shimmering vines and floating islands that blotted out pieces of the stars. Myrrha's exclamation almost startled her, but Scylla composed herself as she lifted her head to smile.

"Of the places I've been, Scylla is my favorite," she told Myrrha with a grin, opening purple eyes to consider the other senshi; "I'm sure a lot of senshi say that about their homeworlds though.This is where our magic comes from. This was our home, once."

The phone held out to her, Scylla took in hand, considering it to try and identify which style of phone Myrrha had. Carefully, she pointed to the appropriate button. "As you get stronger, you'll be able to visit more often. I can visit once a week, but some can come more frequently. Just make sure you're someplace solid- I wouldn't recommend trying to go to your homeworld during a transatlantic plane trip, for example. You return to the place you leave from. I'm not sure how literal that is."

The air was crisp and salty, clean; there was no trace of smog here, and in the glowing darkness, Scylla inhaled deeply, sending a huge mental thank you to whatever magic controlled their landing. Goodness knew it wasn't her; this was the dryest landing she'd had in a while. Even still, they had landed in sight of the World Pillar, still watching her accusingly.

Myrrha was taking a picture, and Scylla dropped into the soft faintly glowing white sand, looking around her and trying to consider what Myrrha was seeing. Darkness, shimmering coral, the waters empty of life but still a shining beacon in the dark. Behind them, dunes of sand, topped in the distance with a massive temple spiraled atop a massive mountain of sand. Lit even now with braziers of Everflame.

Hands in her hair, massaging her scalp, a soft feminine laugh. The light shining on the water, and a soft contented sigh. "don't let Solon go too far," she told someone, and Briseis moved past her, chasing a child down the beach. Behind her, a masculine laugh.

"My son."

"Our son."

"My wife."

"My husband."

Another faint laugh, hands tightening and pressing out a knot in her neck, and then-

How many visits did it take for your world to come to look like this?

Scylla opened her life to the lonely present, and considered the other senshi's question. "I've been a senshi for a long time," she said wryly, "And I visit a lot. Even when I travel overseas, a quick 30 seconds on earth gets me here, and when I power down, the magic boots me. Low risk, and after so long... great reward. Best vacation spot."

There was still so much to fix, and so many changes that could be made. So much missing life to one day replenish.

Myrrha dropped down next to her, and Scylla gave the other woman a lazy smile in the darkness, wondering if Myrrha's eyes had adjusted enough to the bio-luminescence to make it out. This place was her home, more than any beach in the Bahamas, more than any moonlight swim on a familiar shore. This place, this world, growing stronger with every trip she made here but still so weak and hungry for her presence and the chance to grow...

"You're welcome," Scylla said with a smile, and gestured to the waves, to the shapes hovering over their heads, towards the stalk of glowing coral in the distance, pulsing with light like a heartbeat. "It isn't easy to see in the darkness, perhaps, even with all the light. Makes me think of one of those movies, you know, where everything is a little too much, a little too alien?" She was terrible at predicting the day/night cycle yet, but...

"It isn't bad to be nervous. It's a home you don't remember yet.You don't know what you'll see, what you'll find. I'll be honest, my planet isn't all.... this. There are things here, that..."

Andromache's body, that future denied.Her burial rites, waiting a thousand years, for Jada.

"If you want to go for a swim, you can," she offered with a smile. "Nothing in the water, that I've seen."

Not alive, anyways.

The sound of her world was relaxing- silence, mostly, the flicker of waves on the shore and the stillness in the air that permeated everything. Stillness that was like the eye of a storm, like there was something that could be there, but wasn't yet, building over the horizon. There had never been a storm on Scylla since she'd been here, though, so she doubted there would be one now.

She could feel her eyes beginning to close, relaxing into the rhythm of the water, warm and beating like a heartbeat- that belonging to a planet. Let it happen, the stress and tension building in her shoulders slipping away, at least for these few minutes. By this time tomorrow, if things went poorly... this could be her last time here, on Scylla. Too bad it couldn't be longer. Pedicured toes squished into the sands, and the woman took a deep breath of Scyllan air, trying to commit it to memory. If not death, it could always be corruption. If she was going to lose who she was, there were some things she still wanted to remember.

"You'll dry pretty quickly, I think. I usually did, minus my hair. The fuku seemed to take care of itself. You can leave your cell phone with me, if you want; I'm not exactly sure how waterproof they are."

Myrrha's question surprised her, and she considered carefully. "I've never been kicked off the planet. I've slept here and everything. I think there are some senshi who have lived on their planets for.... too long." Three years or more? Long enough for his hair to go white. "No time limits other than the ones I needed to set for today's little venture." After so long overseas, and facing her potential death... she had a lot to get organized.

It was peaceful, even with the turmoil in her mind, and Jada let herself fade into the noise, the crash of ocean, uninterrupted by the ever-present hum of man-made electricity, of static, of something busy lurking just on the edge of what could be heard. Instead there was only the presence, and the flickers of memory that echoed around- things she had known, once, but might never remember properly. Who a certain laugh belonged to, which face went with the name of each of her wives, who it was who called her name in that affectionate, desperate whisper lurking just around the corner. A secret, just waiting.

Time was something irrelevant, even though she knew there was an alarm set up on her phone that would tell her when she was nearing the end of what she could spare. Instead, she lay back and tried to meditate, or clear her mind, or just... void the busy anxiety eating at the corner of her awareness. Some of her attention was on her guest, of course, in case something went wrong- her planet seemed to be ever-surprising. She hoped there was nothing alive besides the flora- she supposed if she ever found out it would be too late for everyone. But for the most part she rested in stillness, waggling her toes into the water.

"I didn't do much," she replied with a smile, pulling open her eyes to look over at the other senshi; "I'm just sorry I made you wait so long before I finally brought you. I hate it when I can't keep a promise." Scylla straightened herself up, listening to her spine snap-crackle-pop as she got upright. "But you're welcome. I like to help out where I can, and I know the idea of intergalactic travel is... a daunting one."