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12-19-2016, 06:26 PM
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Rikyn
The sight of the Earth Turtle again among the people of Helovia is a welcome one; his weathered image immediately draws to mind the last time I’d seen him. Glancing about for the others I’d arrived to that occasion with, I spy one of them, feeling the same pang of guilt and betrayal strike through me.
Sister, I call her. She places a carved branch in the boughs, letting me know at the sight of her pale figure placing things at the peak of the tree that I’ve arrived late, as I usually do in my life. Other trinkets already bedeck the thing, as well, which is vaguely remembered from my youth, though not in person. No, of all days, Magic Day had been the one mother had left me at home. Looking at it now, I hate her retrospectively more than I had in the moment. What a thing to have robbed your child of, I think, watching companions scurry up the trunk with treasures in tow, the small accoutrement of items already wildly interesting. The sheer number of bodies and the array of small groups they’re clustered in provide me plenty of opportunities to remain hidden enough. Unless someone was distinctly looking for me, hard, I’d be easy to miss in this group. At least until I approach the tree, the gentle urging of my companion driving me on, though part of me wonders if maybe we shouldn’t both recede into the wild again, away from all these people. He’s excited, though, and has already pulled a bit of his antler vine away to offer the tree in celebration (a great gift, considering he lets nothing harm his vines, even insects, or really hungry friends who don’t want to eat more cave moss). Some gift to rob your child of, he mocks, playfully. Yeah, yeah, I mutter back, removing the pretty gold band about my horn to place on the tree. It was meaningful enough, having been found in the cold ground last year, along with my armor, when I'd been pondering giving it up, and going back home to the Basin. I'd taken their discovery as an omen to forge onward, to strike my will against the iron of fate, and so I had. Wondering if its really a good idea to put valuables on a tree, I decide that, fuck it, this is for the sake of the holidays, right?, and quickly drop the metal band into place, while Duir places his vine. When both gifts are sturdily in place, we slip back into the crowd without an explanation of our items, as many others seem to be doing, not feeling quite that seasonal, after all. [ OOC: Rikyn puts his gold horn band on the tree, and Duir puts one of his head-grown (hurrrhurrrhurrrr) ivy vines. ]  |
