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Settle down itll all be clear, Dont pay no mind to the demons - Will-o'-Wisp - 6/25/2026
Wendigo had not yet returned with Selkie, nor had any other of her whelps turned up. Grim and Honor were both missing, and for all Wisp ranged from the Howff as far as she could before needing to return by the end of the same day, there were no signs of any of them. From a litter of six to two. Two. Heavy was her heart, and yet there was nothing she could do about it. Lichen and Kobold needed her here. Sarge could afford to roam a bit further than her, but she didn't dare leave her kids so much as overnight.... not even if they were growing so, so fast. Half a year old -- sprouting like weeds, filling out, looking more like teenagers than her babies. She longed again for the days where they were all too little to walk, nestled against her belly and safe. Content.
When they didn't make her glad the Fae-Queen made her grey-faced in this life so she would never see when she started sprouting them.
Still, she could appreciate those good days, right? Even if they had gone by too fast. Even if so many had been colored by death and chaos and bitter cold.
Vibrant blue flowers had bloomed across the Row, and Wisp thought back to the flame. Each petal bobbing in the wind made her think of the dancing blue depths of the magical flame, and as she meandered aimlessly through the pine forest, she stopped to sniff at one. It didn't... really make her feel good. Made her feel strange, even, and she frowned at it. She'd always loved the smell of flowers, and it was only in mortal bodies that she could get so close to them without scorching the bloom.
This one wasn't unpleasant, but she stared warily at it for a moment before carrying on with the faint limp to her walk. She was not so foolish to believe they were not magical in their own right, but they didn't seem dangerous, even if she couldn't figure out what they were for. Did? Who knew, in Mythris. They could heal, they could kill, or they could make you see what should not be there. Maybe they did nothing at all, and were merely borne from a world heavy with magic Wisp often could not feel.
Her pale pelt glowing faintly beneath the bright moon, a warm breeze against her face, Wisp wandered the woods without much aim - only knowing she could not go much further and would need to return soon, lest her family start to miss her and worry.
When they didn't make her glad the Fae-Queen made her grey-faced in this life so she would never see when she started sprouting them.
Still, she could appreciate those good days, right? Even if they had gone by too fast. Even if so many had been colored by death and chaos and bitter cold.
Vibrant blue flowers had bloomed across the Row, and Wisp thought back to the flame. Each petal bobbing in the wind made her think of the dancing blue depths of the magical flame, and as she meandered aimlessly through the pine forest, she stopped to sniff at one. It didn't... really make her feel good. Made her feel strange, even, and she frowned at it. She'd always loved the smell of flowers, and it was only in mortal bodies that she could get so close to them without scorching the bloom.
This one wasn't unpleasant, but she stared warily at it for a moment before carrying on with the faint limp to her walk. She was not so foolish to believe they were not magical in their own right, but they didn't seem dangerous, even if she couldn't figure out what they were for. Did? Who knew, in Mythris. They could heal, they could kill, or they could make you see what should not be there. Maybe they did nothing at all, and were merely borne from a world heavy with magic Wisp often could not feel.
Her pale pelt glowing faintly beneath the bright moon, a warm breeze against her face, Wisp wandered the woods without much aim - only knowing she could not go much further and would need to return soon, lest her family start to miss her and worry.
RE: Settle down itll all be clear, Dont pay no mind to the demons - Kobold - 6/28/2026
RE: Settle down itll all be clear, Dont pay no mind to the demons - Will-o'-Wisp - 7/22/2026
Of the company she might've expected --which, frankly, was none-- the last she thought would have found her here was Kobold. While it became apparent her poor boy had inherited his Mothers height, it also became clear he'd gotten her free spirit, too. Still, Wisp just smiled. Would she rather him stay close to the inn? Of course! Most of her kids were missing!
But she knew she couldn't be contained by mere force of will, or rules, or anything other than the feeling of what was right.
So she told herself that they'd all start getting more practice; she'd make sure she took them hunting at least once daily, and sparred with them, and made sure that whatever her little fae gremlins found in these woods or perhaps beyond they could meet it with readiness. She would never be able to forgive herself otherwise - already, she wondered if quiet lessons in a small wooden room had prepared the others well enough to know what to do. She had tried; Wisp had always tried. To be a good mother, an attentive one, a teaching one, a comforting one. A present one.
Had it been good enough?
Wisp tried to will away the gloomy thoughts. Of course she had. And still, she would do better.
She smiled, and bumped her son back gently as he moved to her side. 'You know, I keep think' about everybody.' Wisp nodded idly, sadly, as if to say: me, too. How could they not? Their large family had fractured, shrank in half, literally overnight!
'...Do you ever get scared you're gonna forget what they sounded like?'
Wisp's ears flicked back, the only indication at first she'd even heard his words. She didn't look at him, either, yet her features drooped all the same, even her head hanging lower.
But she knew she couldn't be contained by mere force of will, or rules, or anything other than the feeling of what was right.
So she told herself that they'd all start getting more practice; she'd make sure she took them hunting at least once daily, and sparred with them, and made sure that whatever her little fae gremlins found in these woods or perhaps beyond they could meet it with readiness. She would never be able to forgive herself otherwise - already, she wondered if quiet lessons in a small wooden room had prepared the others well enough to know what to do. She had tried; Wisp had always tried. To be a good mother, an attentive one, a teaching one, a comforting one. A present one.
Had it been good enough?
Wisp tried to will away the gloomy thoughts. Of course she had. And still, she would do better.
She smiled, and bumped her son back gently as he moved to her side. 'You know, I keep think' about everybody.' Wisp nodded idly, sadly, as if to say: me, too. How could they not? Their large family had fractured, shrank in half, literally overnight!
'...Do you ever get scared you're gonna forget what they sounded like?'
Wisp's ears flicked back, the only indication at first she'd even heard his words. She didn't look at him, either, yet her features drooped all the same, even her head hanging lower.
No,she enunciated slowly, carefully, but without room for doubt. Still, this news didn't sound like a good thing, but not a bad one, either.
Ah see their faces an' hear 'em every night'n mah dreams.The Mother, waiting, always. She sucked in a breath.
Ah jus' hav'ta believe tha' they'll be back.Tears welled and shined in her clouded gaze, but didn't spill onto her soft cheeks.