It is the uncertainty of being accepted that creates the drama in our lives.

The half-child has found a moment alone, as he is so apt to do, and he wanders the frozen wasteland with wide eyes. He lingers just on the other side of the mountain that guards the Basin, wavering on what he should do now that he knows it is the home of his favorite friend... perhaps his only friend. He really hasn't gotten out much- but then, he has not needed to get out much. Family has always been enough for him. Today is different, though. Today he has wanted to go back to Erebos, to share with him what he has learned of the fawn he has named Tobias, but he doubts he would be welcomed into another herd. After all, he's small, useless, unwhole, unworthy...

For a moment his mind wanders back to words that Ophelia has said to him, words of a gray area that exists between black and white. A gray area that exists between horse and unicorn, between green eye and yellow eye, between being happy and making others happy... he does not remember her words exactly, but he wonders now about their meaning. Is it really possible that he does not need to change himself at all? Is it really possible that nothing is wrong with himself and that he need not change? It is a curious thought, a strange feeling that she has given him, and he does not know how to deal with it.

Slowly, his nose reaches over to touch his new friend on the head, where small antlers are beginning to sprout from his head. He loves this creature beside him already, though he knows so little of him. Every day their bond seems to grow anew, as the half-child and the cerndyr begin to learn together instead of by themselves. For instance, today the half-child has learned that the snow makes Tobias happy- happier than the forested woodland of his home. Adelric cannot say why this is, but he postulates that it is because this is where Tobias was born. After all, it seems so unnatural for a deer to be happier in snow than in forest. Curious indeed, but he can feel the happiness that radiates through this strange bond between them.

The bond itself is something he wants to explore more, which leads back to his original reason for moping about the mountain that leads around to the Basin. He is sure that Erebos knows much more of this bond than Adelric himself does. The night phoenix is smart, much smarter than Adelric could ever hope to be surely, and so he wants to seek out his friend's advice. On the same token, however, he is still rather shy about forcing his friendship onto Erebos. He still does not feel worthy of such companionship. So, instead, he looks back to his companion and sighs softly, feeling a change in their bond, a tension, perhaps... the cerndyr opposes the sorrows that haunt Adelrics mind. Curious indeed. Still, he wavers, wondering what to do. Perhaps time will give him the answer to whether he should approach the mountain or not.

He waits as the sun crawls through the sky, the day passing on.


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Adelric