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[Old Dynaash] Thanks Woe, But Your Princess is in Another Castle

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Part of the following series (obviously being circumspect about the details of Secrets of Foresight, since it's not completed, but I'm getting impatient to move on with things.):

Not Your Typical Fairy Frog Princess (Graded)
Do Webs Catch Tears like Flies (Graded)
Secrets of Foresight (Ongoing Collaboration with Russel Kandor)
<--- This thread falls here in this sequence.
Snowflakes Falling in Saun (Placeholder)

All the struggle, the confluence of emotions and competing agendas and emotion, the murder, fear and pain, it led to simply this. A man and woman traveling haggard through the rocky hinterlands of Old Dynaash. The less that the prior events that led to this were spoken of, the better. Now and into the future, only this mattered. Blodwen's mother was safe, for the moment, if ailing from whatever disease bedeviled her body and mind. Woe had no time to spare toward the caring for that matter, not yet anyway. They would have to make camp somewhere far from the nest of Webspinners with a dual purpose. Of avoiding Imperial attention, as well as retribution from the Divine One's agents.

Woe had truly and mightily pissed off Sintra by now, and if he hadn't, he didn't know how much farther he had to go to prove that he wasn't under her thrall anymore. And in that event, who did he have to prove it to? Stalwart Kandor? Llyr Llywelyn? Faith Augustin? Himself? He didn't answer to any of these names, not as much as he might've before.

The mortalborn set up the mother of his daughter on the riding gear of Soz, making sure she was secure on his dragonling before proceeding forth on foot, allowing her to scout ahead. Soz was well enough trained to handle for even someone who wasn't used to riding. Much less riding a flying mount. He'd faith that the dragonling would be able to support her at least until they could make camp.

They'd been silent since their escape from the den in the woodlands to the southwest. Woe supposed there was little enough to say. And Lacrima seemed to understand that Woe was here to help, or else didn't care. He watched her, as Soz lumbered ahead on her hind legs, maintaining a steady gait as she lurched forward over the rocky hills. Woe had to pick up his pace at times, but Soz slowed whenever he fell too far behind.

"Soz." Woe beckoned for his dragonling. "Behind me, now. I have to check the ground for signs of their passage."

Soz dutifully fell behind Woe, as he charged ahead to survey the terrain over the crest of the hill. It was bright out, even during the evening on the last night of Ymiden, and getting brighter as Saun approached. Soz wouldn't like flying in the bright suns, but it was what it was.

For now, he'd have to content himself with conjured shade under the cover of a rocky incline at the side of the hillock. Woe checked over the terrain, several times, trying to suss out any signs of either predators or signs of scouting parties. Parties that might have their eyes out for him and any stragglers from the incident at the Webspinner den.

He couldn't see any signs of such, and so judged this to be an ideal place to make camp.

It took a few bits, but after leaving Lacrima to the care and guardianship of Soz, he went a ways to gather twigs, dead wood, and rocks to prevent the spread of brushfires, or ground fires. After a break or so, he had his circle and bed of rocks collected, on which he placed the kindling and then the larger pieces of dead fall. He had some old cattail reeds that he could use to spin a fire out of. Lacrima sat off to the side, nursing a shivering cold that was coming over her as the suns fell behind the hill.

Woe lent her his cavani cloak, as well as every other warm article that might ease her discomfort, but it was little enough that he could do for the infirmity that came from the inside. And she still hadn't spoken to him. He supposed it was just as well.

About half a break into the burning of the flames of their camp, he did hear a word from her. "You know, she will find you, don't you? She will make right your birth."

Woe took in those words, committing them to memory. For all the vague dreamy logic of her statements, he seemed to understand what she meant. He stirred the flames of the camp a few more moments, before turning up to look into Lacrima's eyes. "It was worth the trouble."

She returned his stare, and then glanced away. A rattling shudder and cough ran through her. And Woe slipped his hand into hers, using Kuvarakh's power to ease her anxieties, if there were any. "I can help you, if you let me Lacrima."

Her fears dispelled by his touch, she glanced back toward him, now with an intensity that only came with total lack of fear. The power of courage was pretty significant, when it came to obtaining another's confidence, Woe found. She nodded, and Woe took that as consent to go forward with the healing.

He'd of course tried Moseke's gift in their shared dream, a fortnite ago. Divine Grace had done its work keeping the worst of her ailments at bay, but she needed long-term care, and better living conditions before she could truly recover. All the same, he thought he could help with her mental state. Moseke had given him another gift, one that could heal her confusion with time.

Woe nodded, and placed his other hand on the woman's temple. Tendrils of green and blue glowed from his fingertips, trailing through her hair, over her scalp and down her neck and spine. The confusion effusing from her mind was clearly palpable. It was this he sought to ease, lending what he could of his own sense of grounding in reality. Granted, that was at times a tenuous prospect, but Woe would have to content himself with his own levels of sanity, and perhaps that would be enough to keep her mind together, until they could figure out a permanent fix.

The tendrils reached into her psyche, filling the gaps and recovering the odd connections and warped perspective. Of course, there was only so much he could do for who she naturally was. Even when he knew from Lacrima in decades past, she was an odd person. Speaking in riddles, and apparently possessing some form of gift for vision or foresight. So the Webspinners believed, anyway.

And after all, perhaps that gift for prophecy and vision was part of what had unhinged her mind in the first place. Whatever the case, he added the energy of Divine Grace to purge her body of its ailments, hurts, and exhaustion. She sighed as the energies flowed through, and Woe could sense her stance improving. Her shivering grew more intermittent, and the confusion on her mind was held at bay. He waited a few moments more, and then broke contact with her temples, and held her hand, looking at her for signs of distress.

"Thank you. But she's still on her way." Lacrima said, apologetic in tone. "You never told me how you knew to find me."

"Blodwen was with me, in Egilrun. I was under the impression that someone sent her to end me." Woe said, gently as he could when speaking of an assassination attempt their daughter had made against him.

She nodded, and was silent for a trill. Taking a short breath, she looked into the fire, and shrugged, "It was the only way to ensure your reunion. She will be fine, don't worry."

Woe didn't have to tell her that Blodwen was hurt then? Somehow she knew. Whether it was some native familiarity with Woe, or else she really did possess some form of clairvoyance, did it really matter? Woe was more happy that he wouldn't have to upset her with the news. Anyway, Blodwen had been recovering quickly after Woe left to find Lacrima.

"She forgave you, when you were gone. I know." Lacrima said, yawning, and leaning herself against Woe as the fire reduced to embers. Woe did what he could to keep her warm, which was little enough. The Cavani cloak would have to suffice. As for his own native warmth, well he'd always had cold hands.



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  • Field Craft (Expert): He couldn't see any signs of such, and so judged this to be an ideal place to make camp.
  • Psychology (GM): The tendrils reached into her psyche, filling the gaps and recovering the odd connections and warped perspective. Of course, there was only so much he could do for who she naturally was.
  • Medicine (Expert): he added the energy of Divine Grace to purge her body of its ailments, hurts, and exhaustion.
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        Wow this was really atmospheric. You get the sense that Woe has been beaten down one too many, and he displays it in such a vivid yet subdued way - its amazing. I'll need to keep more up to date on your threads, my goodness. Lacrima's seems to be just as battered, but the way you describe each of them is unique to the character. Lovely read, as usual. I had myself a giggle at the title, but then I read and I was felt sad, bravo! As with any review if anything looks off or if you have questions let me know.
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