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what do you think of my treehouse? - Lugh - 5/15/2025
Skill: — [0/5]
Epona
Epona
He always spends most of the day wandering through the lush meadows nowadays. It was spring. Everything grew vibrant with color, with life—he wanted to see it all with his own eyes.
Still, by nightfall, he would return—only this time, he didn't. This time, he stayed out for far longer—not wandering, not observing, but thinking. Thinking about this strange realm, about these funny people (or wolves, rather) who he'd met in his time here. It was fun. He liked Beltane. He liked playing with his neices, he liked chatting with his sister—but...
Da was still gone. And home was still nowhere to be found.
Dawn broke with a soft blush of color along the east. The fiery-red pup finally returned to the maw of his burrow, his head dipping down into the small crevice with a rabbit clamped between his teeth.
He missed home. His spacious bed, the house.
A damp nose nudged at Epona's pale fur.
Still, by nightfall, he would return—only this time, he didn't. This time, he stayed out for far longer—not wandering, not observing, but thinking. Thinking about this strange realm, about these funny people (or wolves, rather) who he'd met in his time here. It was fun. He liked Beltane. He liked playing with his neices, he liked chatting with his sister—but...
Da was still gone. And home was still nowhere to be found.
Dawn broke with a soft blush of color along the east. The fiery-red pup finally returned to the maw of his burrow, his head dipping down into the small crevice with a rabbit clamped between his teeth.
...Ma?His voice was soft, muffled by fur. Brows furrowed with worry.
Ma, I've... I got food.He crawled into the space—with every passing day, it was getting smaller and smaller; more cramped to rest in.
He missed home. His spacious bed, the house.
A damp nose nudged at Epona's pale fur.
I wanna talk to ye.He murmured. He dipped his torso to rest upon the ground—he could only pray that she wouldn't scold him for his sleepless night-time escapade.
RE: what do you think of my treehouse? - Eppie - 5/15/2025
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She couldn't be upset with her son for his evening of seclusion.
Sometimes even she needed to speak to the moon, to ask her for guidance and succor. It seemed only right that one carved from herself would share in that draw from time to time.
It did not stop her from worrying, however, when he had not immediately returned as he typically did. She contemplated searching for him, but she stilled her fretful paws; she had raised too many children to chase at first wandering. Lugh was old enough now to have some bearing of himself and he was already taller than her. What was there that she could protect him from, physically, that he likely could not handle on his own?
The thought left her with a sensation between helplessness and peace - it was an object of duality, knowing on one hand that she and Alistair had given him the tools he needed to grow into himself and yet, on the other, feeling she was out of rope with which to anchor him further.
It did not help that this was not their native world and each moment was one spent learning just the same as he was. He seemed to grow so quickly - all of them did, even her grandchildren - and she was rapidly losing control of the situation. Before long, there would be days when she would not see him at all.
Epona did not look forward to that day. It should have been something years and years from now, a distant potential she could steel herself for. And yet, she knew it would arrive sooner than she would like within Mythris, certainly far earlier than she would be prepared for.
At some point during the night, Epona had drifted off to sleep, shushing her thoughts that had forbidden it for hours. They were thoughts she would have shared with Alistair, but he was still absent and they remained roosted within the confines of her own head, wings unfurled inside her chest.
It was Lugh's voice that roused her and made her aware that she had slept at all. Her eyes protested the dim light of morning, but she was wide awake. There were few things that could better ground her to the moment and stave off the grogginess of ill-gotten sleep than any of her children summoning her. It did not matter if their voice was quiet or loud, her name on their lips was a cause for immediate and full attention.
Aqua eyes softened and a smile curved along her pale lips as she set sights upon Lugh's face. Her tail threatened to pat the soft earth, but it was stayed by his gloomy expression. Instead, she pressed herself to the den's side to permit him more space, flexing however made the process easier for her growing son.
Once he was settled, she observed the rabbit he had hunted and pressed her nose to his cheek, targeting one of the black flecks residing there.
She did not ignore his request, however. Epona wondered what had kept her son in audience with the night, but she presumed she would not have to wonder long.
Sometimes even she needed to speak to the moon, to ask her for guidance and succor. It seemed only right that one carved from herself would share in that draw from time to time.
It did not stop her from worrying, however, when he had not immediately returned as he typically did. She contemplated searching for him, but she stilled her fretful paws; she had raised too many children to chase at first wandering. Lugh was old enough now to have some bearing of himself and he was already taller than her. What was there that she could protect him from, physically, that he likely could not handle on his own?
The thought left her with a sensation between helplessness and peace - it was an object of duality, knowing on one hand that she and Alistair had given him the tools he needed to grow into himself and yet, on the other, feeling she was out of rope with which to anchor him further.
It did not help that this was not their native world and each moment was one spent learning just the same as he was. He seemed to grow so quickly - all of them did, even her grandchildren - and she was rapidly losing control of the situation. Before long, there would be days when she would not see him at all.
Epona did not look forward to that day. It should have been something years and years from now, a distant potential she could steel herself for. And yet, she knew it would arrive sooner than she would like within Mythris, certainly far earlier than she would be prepared for.
At some point during the night, Epona had drifted off to sleep, shushing her thoughts that had forbidden it for hours. They were thoughts she would have shared with Alistair, but he was still absent and they remained roosted within the confines of her own head, wings unfurled inside her chest.
It was Lugh's voice that roused her and made her aware that she had slept at all. Her eyes protested the dim light of morning, but she was wide awake. There were few things that could better ground her to the moment and stave off the grogginess of ill-gotten sleep than any of her children summoning her. It did not matter if their voice was quiet or loud, her name on their lips was a cause for immediate and full attention.
Aqua eyes softened and a smile curved along her pale lips as she set sights upon Lugh's face. Her tail threatened to pat the soft earth, but it was stayed by his gloomy expression. Instead, she pressed herself to the den's side to permit him more space, flexing however made the process easier for her growing son.
Once he was settled, she observed the rabbit he had hunted and pressed her nose to his cheek, targeting one of the black flecks residing there.
An' what a fine job ye did,Epona praised him warmly, her voice quiet but authentic.
She did not ignore his request, however. Epona wondered what had kept her son in audience with the night, but she presumed she would not have to wonder long.
Ye can always talk t'me, a mhic ,Epona returned as she curled her tail around him best she could in as much of an embrace as she could manage - these days, it reached far less of him than it once could.
Tell me, what troubles ye?
RE: what do you think of my treehouse? - Lugh - 5/22/2025
Skill:—[0/5]
It wasn't entirely surprising that she wasn't angered, yet it was a relief nonetheless. Lugh softly sighed and curled a paw to tuck against his chest, a small grin curling his lips as he heeded her sweet-toned praise.
Now, he could speak. They had just about all the time in the world to simply sit and converse—yet, now, no words would come. All of the thoughts, the emotions, the questions that had surfaced over the past months lodged in his throat simultaneously. Instead, all he could do was simply part his lips with merely the intention to speak. Will his mind to force the words out of his throat, to no avail.
Lugh sighed. He was still just a young boy, right? He could hardly even remember the night they'd arrived here. He could hardly even remember Da—
The thought gripped his heart, and he winced.
Silence lingered before he finally concluded his short tirade of questions.
's nothin', really. The rabbits've all gotten fat for spring,he spoke idly,
didn't give much of a chase.His eyes lifted from his mother to glance at the outside world.
Now, he could speak. They had just about all the time in the world to simply sit and converse—yet, now, no words would come. All of the thoughts, the emotions, the questions that had surfaced over the past months lodged in his throat simultaneously. Instead, all he could do was simply part his lips with merely the intention to speak. Will his mind to force the words out of his throat, to no avail.
Lugh sighed. He was still just a young boy, right? He could hardly even remember the night they'd arrived here. He could hardly even remember Da—
The thought gripped his heart, and he winced.
Ma,he began softly,
I don't know if I should even be askin' ye about all this right now, but... I need to know.Lugh's gaze tore itself away from beyond the den to face Epona.
Where are we?It was asked in a whisper.
I don't understand how we got here... an' I don't understand why Da's not here with us.He paused, his tongue coiling over his lips momentarily before he continued.
An' I don't mean what's the name of this continent or anythin'. I heard it's Mythris from someone—but... where is Mythris? What world...He sighed softly.
Even if we wanted to, can we go home?His lips pursed. A part of him already knew the answer to that question.
Silence lingered before he finally concluded his short tirade of questions.
...if ye don't know, that's fine. But I wanna know that, too.He reached a paw over to rest atop Epona's.