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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?