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God-Cursed

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!Stat page <<nobr>> <html> <body> <span> <h1 style="font-size:40px;"><span style="color:red"> <div style="text-align: center;">Character Information</div></h1> </body> </html> <div class="centered-image"> <<if $mark is 'tree'>><<include "treeimage">><<elseif $mark is 'sun'>><<include "sunmark">><<elseif $mark is 'storm'>><<include "stormmark">><<elseif $mark is 'plants'>><<include "plantmark">><<elseif $mark is 'night'>><<include "nightmark">><<elseif $mark is 'mountain'>><<include "mountmark">><</if>> </div> <<if $nameday is true>>Your name is ''$mc Northbreaker''<<else>>Your name is Ravinder Northbreaker<</if>>. <html> <body> <span> <h1 style="font-size:20px;"> Personality:</h1> </body> </html> <<if $ReservedOutgoing > 50>>You tend to be more socially ''reserved''. <<elseif $ReservedOutgoing < 50>>You take a more ''outgoing'' approach to social situations. <<else>>You tend to walk the middle-ground between being socially reserved and outgoing.<</if>> <br> <<if $GentleAssertive > 50>>You tend to be more ''gentle'' in your nature. <<elseif $GentleAssertive < 50>>You tend to have a more ''assertive'' nature. <<else>>You are neither especially gentle nor assertive.<</if>> <br> <<if $SeriousPlayful > 50>>You tend to take things more ''seriously''. <<elseif $SeriousPlayful < 50>>You are a more ''playful'' sort of person. <<else>>You do not favor seriousness or playfulness.<</if>> <br> <<if $RecklessCautious > 50>>Being ''reckless'' seems to be your go-to response. <<elseif $RecklessCautious < 50>>For you, being ''cautious'' is more important. <<else>>You are not especially reckless or cautious.<</if>> <br> <<if $BoldflirtShyflirt > 60>>When it comes to matters of flirtation, you prefer to be ''clear'', leaving no questions about your intention. The allure of your boldness attracts a lot of attention. <<elseif $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>Flirting for you is a little more ''subdued'', perhaps even awkward, but it is no less effective. Despite the nature of this shyness, your methods garner attention and adoration. <<else>>You keep a balance in your flirtatious endeavors, being neither exclusively bold nor shy.<</if>> <html> <body> <span> <h1 style="font-size:20px;"> Description and Background:</h1> </body> </html> You are a $manwoperson with $hairlength, $haircolor, $hairtexture hair and $eyecolor eyes. You usually wear your hair $hairstyle. You have a beautiful body that is $bodytype. <<if $tat1 is true>>You do not have any tattoos.<</if>> <<if $tat2 is true>>You have a tattoo of a waning crescent moon on your right arm.<</if>> <<if $tat3 is true>>You have a tattoo of a great bird, with wings spread, spanning your chest.<</if>> <<if $tat4 is true>>Your left arm has a tattoo of a coiled snake with great fangs.<</if>> <<if $tat5 is true>>The forearm on your left has a tattoo of a beautiful tree.<</if>> <<if $tat6 is true>>Both of your hands have patterns of geometric lines tattooed on them.<</if>> <<if $tat7 is true>>Your right shoulder-blade has a tattoo of a fierce wolf.<</if>> <<if $tat8 is true>>Your left shoulder-blade has a tattoo of a collection of flowers.<</if>> <<if $tat9 is true>>You have a left ankle cuff tattoo that is reminiscent of jewelry.<</if>> <br> <br> <<if $interest is 'choppin'>>As a child, you learned and gained a great deal of skill in logging. You have a special axe gifted to you by your papa, that you can wield with great confidence.<<elseif $interest is 'woodin'>>Beginning in your childhood, you learned carpentry from your papa. You know how to build almost anything, and your skills have made you deft with the fine tools gifted to you by your father.<<elseif $interest is 'swordin'>>You began learning swordsmanship in your early years, taught by your da. The sword you wield today was a gift from your da, and you handle it with expertise and reverence.<<elseif $interest is 'archin'>>It is rare to see you without the trusty bow your parents made and gifted you. You've been honing your archery skills since childhood and are quite adept in your art.<<elseif $interest is 'healin'>>You have a vested interest in the ways of healing, which you began learning from childhood. The knowledge of herbs and medicine has been ingrained in you and given you a good bit of renown.<<elseif $interest is 'tradin'>>Since you were a child, you have studied the art of trade and economy. You are a shrewd and clever merchandiser with a good following of happy customers.<<elseif $interest is 'cookin'>>There are not many who can tout the level of cooking skill you have acquired since childhood. From ground to table, you can prepare about any meal, making your name whispered among commoners and nobility alike when good food is brought up.<</if>> <br> <br> <<if $interestwound is 'axescarbelowrightknee'>>You have a long scar below your right knee from where you accidentally struck yourself with your axe while splitting a log.<</if>> <<if $interestwound is 'treescrapeonleftshoulder'>>After a falling tree caught you by the left shoulder, tearing the skin badly, you were left with a unique scar.<</if>> <<if $interestwound is 'punctureinrightarm'>>You have a scar on your right arm from where the flesh was punctured by a sharp stick after a nasty fall down a hill. You're still a bit embarrassed by it.<</if>> <<if $interestwound is 'scaracrosshand'>>A slip of the hand while working with a sharp tool, cut your hand open and left you a scar to prove that you put literal blood, sweat, and tears into your craft.<</if>> <<if $interestwound is 'scaronbackofthigh'>> One of your thighs bears the scar from when you tested a piece of furniture, only to have it collapse, sending you to the ground and an iron nail into your thigh.<</if>> <<if $interestwound is 'lefttemplemark'>>Your left temple bears a partially obscured scar from when a board hit you directly in the head, knocking you out for a while and leaving you with a concussion for a while.<</if>> <<if $interestwound is 'backscar'>>An idiot kid who lost to you while sparring left you with a scar along your back when he took a cheap swipe at you. The tip of his blade cut from waist to shoulder.<</if>> <<if $interestwound is 'oswinscar'>>During a spar that became too heated, your childhood friend, Oswin, accidentally struck your right arm with too much fervor. He was very upset and never seemed to forgive himself for hurting you.<</if>> <<if $interestwound is 'swordbuttscar'>>You have a dark scar running along the middle of your left buttock. You don't like talking about it.<</if>> <<if $interestwound is 'stringslap'>>There's a thin scar on your forearm from where you struck it quite badly with the string of your bow. You had forgotten to wear your guard while doing extra practice. It was the last time you forgot.<</if>> <<if $interestwound is 'frontshouldershotscar'>>A sitting champion at an archery competition took a cheap shot at you after you beat their decade-long streak, leaving you with a scar. A fellow competitor managed to disrupt the shot, so it only hit the meat of your right shoulder rather than your heart.<</if>> <<if $interestwound is 'arrowsrightbutt'>>You have three parallel scars in the center of your right buttock, and you don't like talking about them.<</if>> <<if $interestwound is 'burnonleftlowleg'>>A large burn scar spans half of your left lower leg after a cauldron bubbled over and spewed, ironically, burn ointment on you. Thankfully, you moved quickly enough that only your leg was hit.<</if>> <<if $interestwound is 'bitemarkleftarm'>>You were bitten on the upper left arm by a patient experiencing an intense delirium. It was deep, and you bled terribly, but you thankfully staved off infection. The scar is a very clear bite mark.<</if>> <<if $interestwound is 'righthandpoison'>>After foraging for herbs to use in your medicines, you developed a horrible and painful rash. It swelled and caused the skin to split open, leaving you with jagged pale lines across the back of your right hand.<</if>> <<if $interestwound is 'neckrash'>>A spooked donkey and a leather bag not only left you with a scar around your neck, but nearly killed you. The donkey bolted, snagging your bag in the reins and dragging you along by the neck until it, thankfully, broke, leaving you with a raw and bleeding neck wound.<</if>> <<if $interestwound is 'pinfinger'>>You lost at a game of pinfinger to a drunk woman who had been razzing you. You stabbed through your middle finger, but at least you still sold her something and received a marriage proposal to boot.<</if>> <<if $interestwound is 'eyebrowscar'>>Falling face-first into your wagon left you with a scar that splits your right eyebrow. It knocked you unconscious for a while and bled a lot, but you were otherwise okay. The scar on your pride will last longer than the one in your eyebrow.<</if>> <<if $interestwound is 'handknifescar'>>Every cook has cut themselves, and you're no different. You sliced your palm open while cutting bread as you were foolishly holding it in your hand. You always remembered to use a cutting board after that.<</if>> <<if $interestwound is 'leftarmburn'>>The panicked and foolish actions of an assistant cook flared up a grease fire directly at you. You managed to block your face with your left arm, but that arm now bears the knotted scar from the ordeal.<</if>> <<if $interestwound is 'headwound'>>A pan fell on you. It scarred your forehead. You don't like talking about it.<</if>> <</nobr>> <<if hasVisited("creation 5")>>Your preferred clothing style consists of <<if $clothing is "comfortable">>anything comfortable<<elseif $clothing is "regular">>any regular run-of-the-mill items<<elseif $clothing is "business">>professional, more austere items<<elseif $clothing is "color">>items of bold expressive color<<elseif $clothing is "revealing">>revealing articles<</if>> though you are sometimes limited by the whims of the season.<</if>> <<if hasVisited("creation 9")>>As of the morning of your 24th birthday, you had <<if $romance is 'nointerest'>>little to no interest in romance<<elseif $romance is 'experienced'>>experience with both romantic and physical relationships<<elseif $romance is 'onlyphysical'>>only experienced the physical aspects of relationships<<elseif $romance is 'feelingsnophys'>>experienced only romantic feelings towards others before<<elseif $romance is 'interestednoxp'>>interest in developing a romantic relationship but no experience<</if>>. As of now, you have<<if $virgin is false>> had sexual experience<<else>> had no sexual experience<</if>>.<</if>> <<if hasVisited("In the next step, you take each one for a ride.")>>Your fathers purchased a <<if $mount is 'chessy'>>beautiful mare for you. She is mostly a flaxen chestnut color with a much lighter shade of tan for her mane and tail. She has white stockings on her back legs, white tickling on her belly that travels up her back. You named her $mountname. She is quite gentle and loves to give you kisses. She can also be on the nervous side and doesn't respond very well to perceived threats.<<elseif $mount is 'eb'>>beautiful stallion for you. He is almost all black except for a white snip on his nose. His build is stocky and powerful, but he is sweet-natured and brave. Though he is not nervous in the face of danger, he is strong-willed and does not always listen to you. You named him $mountname.<<elseif $mount is 'bay'>>gorgeous gelding for you. He is a mahogany bay color with black knees, mane, and tail, but with white feathering over his hooves. He is very big and powerful, but extremely calm. He readily follows commands even in the face of danger and is friendly to all. You named him $mountname.<<elseif $mount is 'mule'>>mule, who is beautiful in your eyes. She is big by mule standards and grey with black mane and tail, but her feet are white. She is spunky with a personality as big as her ears. You find her to be unusually smart, highly independent, and a little weird. Cross her, and she will fight you. You named her $mountname.<</if>><</if>> <<if hasVisited("3.61")>>Your favorite hobby is $hobby and you are $hobbycomfort about it.<</if>> <center><<link "Return to game" $return>><</link>></center> (Note: if “Return to Game” Link does not return you to your page, you may need to use the back arrow at the top of the menu to click all the way back through until you find your last page. 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In the depths of a cold spring night, two people – one man, one woman – tread along an old road through an ancient forest. Trees older than the gods themselves remain here as a testament to the fortitude of nature. Their giant roots have long since arisen from the ground, a sign of the difficult times they’ve weathered, which makes the trek through the dark all the more difficult. “There's so much blood,” the man says, as he follows his partner into the thick of the trees. “It's fine, dear, ignore it and focus on me. She went this way, at least the blood has left us a trail.” “Isn't it too early?” “It is, but that's the way these things go sometimes. It's the nature of it. Mind your step here and take it slow, there are plank roots everywhere,” the woman states as she lights the way with a small lantern, whose light is quickly fading from lack of oil. “It's been quite a while since I've seen trees like this...they're so beautiful. I’d like to see them with the dawn," the man says, trying to avoid looking at the blood trail. “Stay focused, my dear, we can admire the forest all you like once we've collected our dues.” It was business as always with her, a trait the man cannot help but adore. “Do you think the woman is okay?” “I don't know. We've seen a good amount of blood, but you know how blood is,” she says with a flippant mock to her tone. “The priest said she headed this way to see a special healer. I imagine she went further into the forest because it was too late.” “She must have been frightened…” A sour feeling settles in the man’s gut. “Worry not, dear, she's a strong woman and a devout one at that; that's why we chose her.” Her cold confidence made him shiver. “But, the oth-” “There.” The woman raises the lantern as they approach the base of one of the ancient trees, one with plank roots taller than most humans. Illuminated in the pale orange glow from the lamp, is the form of the woman they’ve been tracking. She’s huddled among the roots, blood soaking her clothing and staining the ground around her. She’s still. “We're too late – she's perished,” his partner says, peering over the corpse with a disenchanted sigh. “Wait...is she really...” His partner gently touches the dead woman. “Yes, she's a bit warm still, but there's no life left in her. But maybe not all is lost, look here,” she says, uncovering a bundle of cloth nestled in the arms of the dead. “She bore it? Has the babe met the same fate?” he asks, hopeful. “Indeed and the little tyke lives...and even suckles. Perhaps...let me see...” “Is it...” “Hmm...” Impatience creeps up on him at his partner’s tone. “What do you sense?” “I…” Frustration mars her beautiful voice. “Well?” “//Nothing//." The word comes forth like a growl. "The child is a failure, there's nothing within it.” She tuts, dropping the cloth that was covering the infant. “Failure? But, they live...I-” “We'll have to try again. Let us go, I received another lead anyway, we should-” “What of the babe?” It feels wrong to just leave the child, even if he knows they’re not what they came for. “Let it be, it will return to its mother soon. We've nothing to offer a child such as that, it's better off at rest.” “This is the only one who's-” “My dear, leave it. It's an abomination, and you know it. I'm going back.” She leaves him, taking the light with her as she goes. He watches it fade into the trees for a moment before turning back to the dead mother, clutching her baby. He knows that she’s right. They have nothing to offer an infant like this. He approaches, lifting the cloth to see the still-suckling child, noting how silent they have been. “I'm sorry, child, but she is right. Life would only be cruel for you...a curse. May Hayat and Casimir deliver you swiftly to your end... [[“I am sorry, my child...I am so sorry.”]]

*The following morning in the same forest... … … “Dov! Over here! I found something!” Kip cried out to his husband from the thick of the trees. They had found blood on the road but did not see its source. Dov, becoming worried that an injured person or animal was suffering nearby, insisted on searching. Kip had assumed it was nothing more than an injured rabbit at first, but as the trail of blood grew thicker and thicker, it became clear that something more was at stake. The heavy footfalls of Kip's husband approached. “What did ya find?” he asked, his deep voice rumbling even though he was trying to speak quietly. “Come around the tree, I found...well, where the blood...you know.” Kip looked over the heap. It was clearly a person, bundled in clothing and draped in heavy, tattered cloaks. He worked up the nerve to shuffle the fabric around, being ginger, and remained hopeful the person wasn’t already dead. Dread kicked in his gut, and he wrenched his hand away as if he’d been burned. Dead animals were one thing, but Kip couldn’t stomach this, it brought forth too many bad memories. Dov placed a comforting hand on his spouse’s shoulder and took over, lifting the hood of the person’s cloak to reveal their face. “Oh...oh no…” It was a woman, long dead, the color already drained from her face. Kip released a breath, not realizing he’d held it as he stared at the poor woman. As he took her in, though, something caught his eye. Subtle movements from under the fabric bundled around her. “Wait,” he said, reaching for the cloth and lifting it, forgetting his anxiety. “That's a babe!” Dov cried out, coming to Kip’s side. “Are they...” Kip felt the little one’s light breath against his fingers, slow and colder than it should be. “Breathing, barely.” Without thinking more of it, he scooped the child up, tucking the pile of torn fabric around them before nestling the infant against Dov. His husband exuded warmth, he could better keep the child warm. “Quick,” he said, “back to the horses; we'll find Kavi!” Kavi was a great healer, Kip knew he’d be able to help. “We've got ya, little one,” Dov said, cradling the babe close in his big arms, “We'll protect ya...” [[“You’re safe now.”]]

Months went by. Kip and Dov looked everywhere for any other parent or relative to the tiny child they found, but not a single lead was discovered. They’d sent letters to all the surrounding towns – to every official and healer they had ever heard of – searching for anyone who was missing this baby and the woman who bore them. They made a pyre and paid reverence to the departed mother, keeping her ashes for when her loved ones were finally found. There were no clues on her as to her identity or where she hailed from. Her clothing wasn’t unique, she had no money, no jewelry, and no unique markings. Kip was able to surmise that she may have had a small mount from the hoof prints further down the road, they were fresh but stopped well before the location they found the mother. They could not confirm if she lost the mount or not, and a stray animal was never found. The couple was unwilling to give up on the child. They were fighting hard to survive, despite the rough start. The town’s midwife, Betony, was able to save the child from freezing and starving. Her youngest child happened to be weaning, and she offered to nurse the baby herself, which saved them a great deal of worry in finding a wet nurse. Goat’s milk also helped since Betony could not be taxed with the task all the time. So far, the child was thriving and Kip and Dov had learned a great deal about caring for them. As time went by, these aspects of life were feeling more normal, more right. It was clear that something would need to be done soon, though. The child still did not have a name or known family. Despite the long nights and difficult start, both men were drawn to this little child… “Kip…” Dov began in a whisper. They’d tucked into bed nearly an hour ago, exhausted after trying to soothe the baby into slumber after a long day. Neither of them could sleep, so they lay together, Kip nestled within Dov’s large arms. “Yes, love?” “What do we do if the family never comes forward? It's been so long already.” Dov looked over to the little makeshift crib he built for the infant. “I don't know. The shop-keeps told me the orphanage in the city is quite nice, but...that idea doesn't set well with me.” “With me neither.” “Dov...my love…” Kip twisted to face his husband and stared into his eyes for a long moment. “Go on, speak yer heart.” Dov insisted, gently sweeping his thumb along Kip’s jaw. “What if we kept the child?” “…” He froze. Keep the child? That would mean raising them. That would make them fathers...Dov had wanted to discuss taking in a child when they were ready. Were they ready? Did it matter? It was true, though, he already loved the little babe. “Dov Northbreaker, even //your// beard can’t hide that smile.” Kip teased, cupping Dov’s face between his hands. “You'd want to raise 'em? With ''me''?” “Of course! You'd be an amazing father, and I would look great with a baby on my hip,” he quipped. “...” “Don't look at me like that, you know I'm right.” “Maybe.” He was right, and Dov did indeed know it. “We could do it! Let's write your mother, she'll help. It’s not been easy, but we’re doing okay. The little one is fed and warm. It just...it just fits. We were lost and found each other, and now, it just feels meant to be.” “Alright. Yes, yes – let’s...I always, always wanted…” Dov’s emotions caught in his throat. The familiar well of tears hit his eyes as he gazed at his beloved, rendered speechless. “Yeah?” Kip smirked. “...A family with you.” [[5 years later]]

“Hey, Sprout, come on. It's well past the time for you to get out of bed.” You feel your hair being tussled as your da's voice gently prods you fully awake. “Come on, kid, your papa is going to lecture me if he finds out I let you sleep in.” He chuckles, and you feel the bed dip as he sits next to you. Blearily, you open your eyes and blink up at your da. Despite the blur of sleep, you can see 'how handsome he is,' as Papa always says about your da. He just looks like your father to you. He hasn't shaved for a few days it looks like, his cheeks and chin are prickly with dark stubble that pokes your face as he kisses your forehead. Hazel eyes turn up at the corners when he smiles at you. His face is sharper than Papa's and little wrinkles form at the corners of his eyes. And even though there's no one important visiting, and you aren't going anywhere special, Da's hair looks nice, gentle brown waves neatly tussled about his forehead and ears. “I won't tell Papa if you won't,” you say. [[“But only if you give me five more minutes.”][$GentleAssertive to Math.clamp($GentleAssertive - 6, 0, 100)]] [[“As long as I can have sweet cakes for breakfast.”][$SeriousPlayful to Math.clamp($SeriousPlayful - 6, 0, 100)]] [[“So I guess I'll get up.”][$SeriousPlayful to Math.clamp($SeriousPlayful + 6, 0, 100)]]

Da rises from the bed and flips the blankets off you in a swift motion. “Nice try, kid, but you and I both know that'll end worse for you than me.” You grunt, struggling in vain to reach your blankets and pull them back up again as Da chuckles. You reluctantly swing your legs over the bed, watching them dangle over the edge as your father takes a seat next to you again. He gently pats your head. “I promise, you can sleep all you want on the next rest day; for now, go to the washroom and then head downstairs to get some food. Aster and Yarrow have already been here asking for your lazy bones to go play.” You perk up at the sound of the names of your closest friends. They're the sons of the town healers, Kavi and Betony Twinflower, and have been your playmates since you were a baby. “Can I go find them?” “Sure, //after// you draw some water for those demon-chickens your pa is so fond of. And remember, you're on evening chores today.” You groan at the thought of your chores, but it's at least a lighter day than most. “Okay, Dada.” “Don't go too far into the woods either. If Yarrow tries to goad you again, give him a swift kick.” “Yes, Da, I know.” Admittedly, you'd also never pass up a chance to kick Yarrow either, no matter how much you wanted to explore in the forest. “Oh, and...” You pout at your da. “Whaat?” you whine. He places a kiss on the top of your head. “I love you, Ravinder.” [[“I love you too, Da.”|Da Loves You][$GentleAssertive to Math.clamp($GentleAssertive + 6, 0, 100)]] [[You giggle and playfully swat at him.|Da Loves You][$SeriousPlayful to Math.clamp($SeriousPlayful - 6, 0, 100)]] [[You're a little overcome with feeling and can't think to respond.|Da Loves You][$ReservedOutgoing to Math.clamp($ReservedOutgoing + 6, 0, 100)]]

Da taps the end of your nose with a finger. “You're going to turn into a sweet cake at this rate.” “Would you eat me if I did?” Da laughs. “Of course not! I'd keep you in the cupboard, even if you get moldy.” You giggle. “I'm not gonna be a moldy cake!” “In that case, I guess you'll have to settle for bread and fruit this morning.” You groan, but you can't help but grin. Da pats your leg and gets up from the bed. “Let's go, kid; go to the washroom and head downstairs and get your food. //No// cakes. Aster and Yarrow have already been here asking for your lazy bones to go play.” You perk up at the sound of the names of your closest friends. They're the sons of the town healers, Kavi and Betony Twinflower, and have been your playmates since you were a baby. “Can I go find them?” “Sure, //after// you draw some water for those demon-chickens your Pa is so fond of. And remember, you're on evening chores today.” You groan at the thought of your chores, but it's at least a lighter day than most. “Okay, Dada.” “Don't go too far into the woods either. If Yarrow tries to goad you again, give him a swift kick.” “Yes, Da, I know.” Admittedly, you'd also never pass up a chance to kick Yarrow either, no matter how much you wanted to explore in the forest. “Oh, and...” You pout at your da. “Whaat?” you whine. He places a kiss on the top of your head. “I love you, Ravinder.” [[“I love you too, Da.”|Da Loves You][$GentleAssertive to Math.clamp($GentleAssertive + 6, 0, 100)]] [[You giggle and playfully swat at him.|Da Loves You][$SeriousPlayful to Math.clamp($SeriousPlayful - 6, 0, 100)]] [[You're a little overcome with feeling and can't think to respond.|Da Loves You][$ReservedOutgoing to Math.clamp($ReservedOutgoing + 6, 0, 100)]]

“Thank you, little one. Papa doesn't need to know everything, right?” He winks at you. You laugh, “You know how Papa is; he probably already knows.” “Oh, come now, I'm pretty sneaky.” You shake your head as you pull your legs from your covers and scoot to the edge of the bed next to Dada. “Papa likes to let you think you're sneaky.” Da's hand flies to his chest as he lets out a fake gasp. “I'll have you know that I am a master of sneaking.” You smile. “Maybe of sneaking sweet cakes when Papa isn't looking.” Da laughs and pats your leg as he gets up from the bed. “Alright, enough of that, let's go, kid; to the washroom with you first and then head downstairs to get some food. Aster and Yarrow have already been here asking for your lazy bones to go play.” You perk up at the sound of the names of your closest friends. They're the sons of the town healers, Kavi and Betony Twinflower, and have been your playmates since you were a baby. “Can I go find them?” “Sure, //after// you draw some water for those demon-chickens your Pa is so fond of. And remember, you're on evening chores today.” You groan at the thought of your chores, but it's at least a lighter day than most. “Okay, Dada.” “Don't go too far into the woods either. If Yarrow tries to goad you again, give him a swift kick.” “Yes, Da, I know.” Admittedly, you'd also never pass up a chance to kick Yarrow either, no matter how much you wanted to explore in the forest. “Oh, and...” You pout at your da. “Whaat?” you whine. He places a kiss on the top of your head. “I love you, Ravinder.” [[“I love you too, Da.”|Da Loves You][$GentleAssertive to Math.clamp($GentleAssertive + 6, 0, 100)]] [[You giggle and playfully swat at him.|Da Loves You][$SeriousPlayful to Math.clamp($SeriousPlayful - 6, 0, 100)]] [[You're a little overcome with feeling and can't think to respond.|Da Loves You][$ReservedOutgoing to Math.clamp($ReservedOutgoing + 6, 0, 100)]]

After a sweet moment with your da, he leaves your room so you can have privacy as you dress for the day. You listen to his heavy footfalls against the wooden floors slowly receding down the hallway as you rub sleep from your eyes. You quickly put on something that will withstand both the chickens and Yarrow's roughhousing before you head to the washroom. You grab your stool so you can reach the hand pump to draw water into the basin before washing your face and completing your morning care. As long as you can remember, Da has insisted you do this. He's taught you how to care for yourself each morning and night. Papa cares less for such things, but he tries to keep clean. You like watching him wash his face since his beard traps all the water and he drips everywhere and Da always chides him for it. You smile at the thought as you look up into the mirror. Your eyes are a vibrant <<listbox "$eyecolor" autoselect>> <<option "brown">> <<option "black">> <<option "hazel">> <<option "green">> <<option "blue">> <<option "amber">> <<option "grey">> <<option "purple">> <</listbox>>. They are set off by the color of your skin, a beautiful ''shade of'' <<listbox "$skin" autoselect>> <<option "brown">> <<option "fawn">> <<option "black">> <<option "beige">> <<option "pink">> <<option "ochre">> <<option "umber">> <<option "white">> <</listbox>>. [[Next|Continue Custom 1]]

<<if $eyecolor is "purple">>Da says that purple eyes are very special. Not just here where you live, but all over the known world. Most, but not all, people with purple eyes have ties to magic, which may be why they’re so rare.<<elseif $eyecolor is "brown">>Your eyes look just like your papa's, and Da likes to say that the most loving people have brown eyes. You're not sure how true that is yet.<<elseif $eyecolor is "hazel">>You and Da have the same color in your eyes. He likes to tell you it's a color that will make anyone swoon. Papa just rolls his own eyes at that.<<elseif $eyecolor is "blue">>Da says that blue eyes are special. They’re not as common as some of the other colors and some regard them as having some affiliation with magic as they do with purple eyes.<<elseif $eyecolor is "black">>Da says your eyes are the clearest and most beautiful that he's ever seen, with Papa's being a close second. He says they’re mysterious and will enchant anyone whom you look upon.<<elseif $eyecolor is "green">>Da tells you that your green eyes will draw people to you and paint you as a beautiful mystery to all whom you behold.<<elseif $eyecolor is "amber">>Da says that amber is the color of passion in the language of eyes – whatever that means. He tells you that they exude both fierceness and beauty.<<else>>Da says you have the eyes of a storm – they’re the color of wisdom and power that people will look to for guidance.<</if>> You continue your routine and fix the bed-head that ruffles your tresses; your hair is <<listbox "$haircolor" autoselect>> <<option "brown">> <<option "black">> <<option "blond">> <<option "red">> <<option "ginger">> <<option "auburn">> <<option "white">> <</listbox>>. You run your fingers through the <<listbox "$hairlength" autoselect>> <<option "very long">> <<option "long">> <<option "shoulder length">> <<option "chin length">> <<option "short">> <<option "very short">> <</listbox>> strands to tame them, though, you're sure it won't be long before it's mussed again. Da has helped you learn ways to manage your hair texture, which is mostly <<listbox "$hairtexture" autoselect>> <<option "tightly curled">> <<option "loosely curled">> <<option "wavy">> <<option "straight">> <<option "frizzy">> <</listbox>>. It's been fun to try different things, though you're not sure where Da got his fascination with hair care since it's mostly something people in the cities fuss over. [[You think about how to style your hair.|childhood hair style]]

<<nobr>> <<if $pronouns is 'she'>> <<set $heshe to 'she'>> <<set $capitalheshe to 'She'>> <<set $hisher to 'her'>> <<set $capitalhisher to 'Her'>> <<set $himher to 'her'>> <<set $capitalhimher to 'Her'>> <<set $hishers to 'hers'>> <<set $capitalhishers to 'Hers'>> <<set $himselfherself to 'herself'>> <<set $capitalhimselfherself to 'Herself'>> <<set $manwoperson to 'woman'>> <<set $sondtrchild to 'daughter'>> <<elseif $pronouns is 'he'>> <<set $heshe to 'he'>> <<set $capitalheshe to 'He'>> <<set $hisher to 'his'>> <<set $capitalhisher to 'His'>> <<set $himher to 'him'>> <<set $capitalhimher to 'Him'>> <<set $hishers to 'his'>> <<set $capitalhishers to 'His'>> <<set $himselfherself to 'himself'>> <<set $capitalhimselfherself to 'Himself'>> <<set $manwoperson to 'man'>> <<set $sondtrchild to 'son'>> <<elseif $pronouns is 'they'>> <<set $heshe to 'they'>> <<set $capitalheshe to 'They'>> <<set $hisher to 'their'>> <<set $capitalhisher to 'Their'>> <<set $himher to 'them'>> <<set $capitalhimher to 'Them'>> <<set $hishers to 'theirs'>> <<set $capitalhishers to 'Theirs'>> <<set $himselfherself to 'themselves'>> <<set $capitalhimselfherself to 'Themselves'>> <<set $manwoperson to 'person'>> <<set $sondtrchild to 'child'>> <</if>> <</nobr>> Staring into the big larder, you think about your options. You grab some bread and fruit, things your fathers prefer you eat to break your fast, but can't help but to also eye the sweet cakes. They're a little high up for you to reach on your own, though there's a crate you could stand on if you wanted to swipe one. You're well aware both Papa and Da wouldn't like you sneaking sweets. [[You grab the crate and stand on it to reach the cakes.][$RecklessCautious to Math.clamp($RecklessCautious + 3, 0, 100)]] [[You ignore the crate and leave with the food you already have.][$RecklessCautious to Math.clamp($RecklessCautious - 3, 0, 100)]]

What's the harm? You still have to stand on your toes to reach the shelf the cakes are on and even then your fingers can barely touch your prize. You strain hard and consider doing a little hop to give you a boost just as you feel large hands grab you and hoist you up high. You startle at first, but settle once your treat is in your direct line of sight. You giggle and snatch the tasty cake. Papa flips you around and eyes you with his soft brown gaze. He's smiling, but you can barely see it through his thick reddish-brown beard. His brown hair is drawn back in a short ponytail. You can tell he's been hard at work all morning as there are bits of leaves and bark trapped in his tresses and sweat clings to his umber skin. You feel taller than ever being held up by Papa. He's the biggest person in the whole town both in height and shoulders. Some people get scared just by seeing him, but you know better. Your papa is soft-hearted and kind. He brings you close to him and you feel the rumble of his chuckle through his broad chest. Grabbing the sweet cake from your fingers with a huge hand, he asks, “What're ya up to, Sprout?” You bite your lower lip, trying to look innocent. “Nothin',” you say. “Mm-hmm.” You're clearly caught, but Papa seems to be feigning ignorance. “What's this here?” He waves the cake around. “Breakfast?” He chuckles again. “I seem to remember yer da sayin' no sweeties for breakfast.” “I think that was directed at you, Papa.” He scoffs playfully at that. “Well, I guess...this'll be our secret...” Papa puts the cake in his mouth and chomps half of it in one bite, holding the other half to you. You grab the cake and start stuffing it into your mouth. A wonderfully sweet, honey flavor makes you close your eyes as it draws equally sweet memories of baking cakes with Da while Papa snuck tastes of the batter. Da threatened him with a spoon. Papa squeezes you close, planting a kiss at the side of your head, before setting you down at the table to eat the rest of your breakfast. You watch as he tries to remove the evidence of crumbs from his beard before drawing water from the kitchen to drink. He guzzles it from a big tankard, droplets streaming down his beard and onto his tunic. As you eat, you notice his axe leaning against the front door to the cabin. He must be felling trees today. No wonder he's so thirsty. Papa even built your home with the help of his mother, your grandmother, using the trees he cut down. It's easily one of the best homes in your town, Stonebrook – nested right in the middle of the land of Iroda. It isn't the fanciest, but it's big and strong, like your parents. Both Papa and your grandmother are tall and broad, so all the doors had to be big as well, and the ceiling for both stories is taller than most other houses. It makes you feel even smaller sometimes. Every type of wood is in and around the cabin; you are always surprised at how many different colors it can be and it always smells nice. The exterior is clad in strong cedar, but the interior is full of walnut, birch, and oak. Papa comes from a long line of tree-cutters and woodworkers, so you guessed it was natural for them to keep the cabin so rustic when other trends use stone and plaster to coat the walls. Though, Da has added soft and colorful fabrics, rugs, and decorations throughout the entire house. Grandmother didn't care for anything 'frivolous,' as she called it, but you think she secretly quite liked the things Da decorated with. You're even named after your grandmother, Ravinder Axemaiden. Papa and Da said they gave you that name because you were strong even as a baby, just like her. She still visits sometimes, but mostly she lives as a nomad and isn't comfortable being in a large community like yours for very long. Papa says that's why he has never met his own papa. He doesn't know where he lives but does have his father's family name, Northbreaker. Da took that name too when he and Papa united. Grandmother didn't have a set family name of her own, but she was commonly known as Axemaiden in her travels. You suppose it was fair of her not to call her son by that after all. Your thoughts go back to Papa who has downed another tankard of water and is heading out again from the looks of it. He ruffles your hair and smiles at you before quietly slipping back outside with axe in hand. [[You eat the rest of your breakfast quickly so you can also get outside.]]

You better not, Da has told you a few times now that you should get permission for sweets first and he especially doesn't want you to have them in the morning for some reason. You sigh and decide to return to the food you already picked out. Turning, you're startled by a giant figure looming over you, but quickly temper your surprise when you realize it's your papa. He scoops you up in his arms, raising you high. He eyes you with his soft brown gaze. Though he's smiling, you can barely see it through his thick reddish-brown beard. His brown hair is drawn back in a short ponytail. You can tell he's been hard at work all morning as there are bits of leaves and bark trapped in his tresses and sweat clings to his umber skin. You feel taller than ever being held up by Papa. He's the biggest person in the whole town both in height and shoulders. Some people get scared just by seeing him, but you know better. Your papa is soft-hearted and kind. Cradling you with one arm, Papa uses the other to snatch a cake from the larder shelf you were just eyeing. You feel the rumble of his laugh through his chest. “Our secret,” he says before gobbling half the cake in one big bite before handing the other half to you. “Thanks, Papa!” “Yer welcome, Sprout. If Da finds out, though, I'm tellin' him it was yer idea.” You consider the risk for a moment before stuffing the cake into your mouth. A wonderfully sweet, honey flavor makes you close your eyes as it draws equally sweet memories of baking cakes with Da while Papa snuck tastes of the batter. Da threatened him with a spoon. It's worth being an accomplice to Papa's crime. Papa squeezes you close, planting a kiss at the side of your head, before setting you down at the table to eat the rest of your breakfast. You watch as he tries to remove the evidence of crumbs from his beard before drawing water from the kitchen to drink. He guzzles it from a big tankard, droplets streaming down his beard and onto his tunic. As you eat, you notice his axe leaning against the front door to the cabin. He must be felling trees today. No wonder he's so thirsty. Papa even built your home with the help of his mother, your grandmother, using the trees he cut down. It's easily one of the best homes in your town, Stonebrook. It isn't the fanciest, but it's big and strong, like your parents. Both Papa and your grandmother are tall and broad, so all the doors had to be big as well, and the ceiling for both stories is taller than most other houses. It makes you feel even smaller sometimes. Every type of wood is in and around the cabin; you are always surprised at how many different colors it can be and it always smells nice. The exterior is clad in strong cedar, but the interior is full of walnut, birch, and oak. Papa comes from a long line of tree-cutters and woodworkers, so you guessed it was natural for them to keep the cabin so rustic when other trends use stone and plaster to coat the walls. Though, Da has added soft and colorful fabrics and decorations throughout the entire house. Grandmother didn't care for anything 'frivolous,' as she called it, but you think she secretly quite liked the things Da decorated with. You're even named after your grandmother, Ravinder Axemaiden. Papa and Da said they gave you that name because you were strong even as a baby, just like her. She still visits sometimes, but mostly she lives as a nomad and isn't comfortable being in a large community like yours for very long. Papa says that's why he has never met his own papa. He doesn't know where he lives but does have his father's family name, Northbreaker. Da took that name when he and Papa united. Grandmother didn't have a set family name of her own, but she was commonly known as Axemaiden in her travels. You suppose it was fair of her not to call her son by that after all. Your thoughts go back to Papa who has downed another tankard of water and is heading out again from the looks of it. He ruffles your hair and smiles at you before quietly slipping back outside with axe in hand. [[You eat the rest of your breakfast quickly so you can also get outside.]]

After pulling the heavy front door open and then struggling to get it closed again, you take off at a run across the porch and down the steps to the yard, stirring up a couple of the dogs and more than a few birds who were just trying to enjoy the sunshine. Just like everything else in your parent's possession, the yard is big, and you have a distance to run to get to your family's little farm. Luckily, the chicken coop is the closest outbuilding to the house. Snatching up a bucket, you quickly pump water from the well for Papa's chickens, even though you're anxious to go find Aster and Yarrow. The plump birds greet you with their garbled clucking and some rush to peck lightly at your legs as you approach. The chickens love Papa the most, but they're still fond of you. Da; however, gets scratched and chased when he comes near them. Despite being a hunter, Da seems a bit scared of them, especially the rooster who always struts about his flock like a guardian. You and Papa have fed him scraps so he's taken with the of both of you and never tries to scratch. Barely making sure the bucket is even put away properly, you start running down the lane to the dirt road into town where Aster and Yarrow reside. It's still early enough, they're probably home and waiting for you. You don't live too far from the healer's clinic, but your home is closer to the edge of town with a good bit of uninhabited land around it. Da calls it the 'best of two worlds.' You spot the hunched figure of Yarrow first, his mop of black hair hanging over his face as he tries to tug a stick away from his dog. The scroungy thing puts up a good fight, but ultimately loses his prize to Yarrow's superior strength, though his master gives it a good toss and the pup wastes no time in bounding after it. [[“Yarrow!” You call out.]]

He turns quickly towards your voice, smiles wide, and waves. You nearly barrel into him, almost not stopping in time. His green eyes go wide, and he flinches slightly but laughs. “Take it easy, Ravi, you'll hurt yourself running like that.” You pout a little as you look up at him. He's older than you by nearly four years and sometimes tries to act like he's so much more mature, even though your da tells you that – for your age – you are very well-read and well-spoken. Sure, it's mostly true that Yarrow is pretty mature and sort of clever, but he doesn't have to act like it all the time. “Why do you call me that?” “Because your given name is as long as the road out of town.” You stick your tongue at him. “Then, I'll call you Yari.” Yarrow seems to consider it a moment. “It's not bad, but no.” “That's not fair.” “It's plenty fair. Don't fret over it, my Name Day will be here soon and I'll change it anyway.” You perk up with excitement. You just learned about Name Days a while ago. Like every other kid, on your 14th birthday, you'll get the choice to keep the given name your parents provided you or change it to what you feel fits you the most. Yarrow has been talking about his since he and Aster's twin sisters' Name Day a few weeks ago. They chose to keep their given names, Sage and Poppy. The two keep an eye on you and Aster sometimes when your parents aren't around, and you thought the two would choose names more fitting to their temperaments. Something like “Torment” and “Strife” would have been more realistic than the gentleness of their given names. “So, did you already pick something?” You ask. “Not yet, just thought of some that I like. It'll be here before I know it, so I need to be prepared.” “Tell me! What do you like?” Yarrow shakes his head. “No, you'll find out on my Name Day just like everyone else.” You grumble, but decide it's better to change the subject than try to argue with him. “Where's Aster?” “Our da is making him drink some sort of tea again. He was short of breath after we returned from your house earlier.” You sink a little. Aster's health sometimes pivots. He's done well so far this season, but your parents say that he was always very sickly as a baby. He's only a year older than you, yet is smaller than you by quite a bit. His Ma told you once it was because his illness stunted his growth very young. He's sensitive to a lot of things, even when the weather changes with the seasons. It's been getting a little colder lately, and you wonder if his trouble stems from that. Yarrow smiles at you. “Don't worry, he's fine. Our parents just baby him; you know how tough he actually is.” You nod in agreement just as the door to their clinic opens and you see a familiar poof of frizzy blond hair emerge from it. Aster sees and runs towards you, quickly taking your hand between both of his and squeezing as he smiles so wide that his brown eyes are practically forced to close. “Ravinder, I'm so happy to see you!” “Aster, I'm happy to see you too,” you reply. You see him most days as it is, but his excitement about it never wanes and is a bit contagious. From the door, You also see Betony appear, a colorful apron slung over her tunic and trousers. She looks like a grown version of Aster, though her curly blonde hair has been wrangled into a tight bun and her skin is brown, more like Yarrow's. She waves a long spoon at all of you. “Now, you three behave if you're going to be running around.” She glowers at Yarrow. “Keep them out of the woods this time, you hear?” “Yes, Ma.” Yarrow looks down at his shoes as he's chided. “Aster,” she continues, “if you have trouble, you come home. Ravinder can play in the house with you too, so no excuses if you don't feel well. And //all// of you stay away from the hives. The bees are getting ready to winter; I do not care how badly you want honey, you are ''not'' to bother them again.” You and Aster both break into a giggle. Betony's brow furrows in response, but you don't miss the little smirk she's fighting. She waves the spoon like a baton. “I'm serious. Unless you two want to be the ones pulling stingers from Yarrow's backside, I suggest you mind.” You and Aster break into full-blown laughter as Yarrow gives a menacing glare. He definitely took the brunt of your error in the honey heist last time. Maybe you shouldn't laugh, he did try to protect you and Aster from getting stung. [[You give him a warm smile in way of asking for forgiveness.|Sorry Yarrow]] [[You reach over and gently squeeze his hand.|Sorry Yarrow]] [[You gently nudge him with your shoulder.|Sorry Yarrow]]

Yarrow gives you a sweet smile in return, and once your warning from Betony is complete, you run off, steering clear of the bee hives and resisting the temptation to go deeper into the wood. Your favorite place to play is just down the road back towards your home. There's a clearing with a stream running through it if you leave the road and follow a dirt path a ways. It's a bit wooded but your parents have all deemed it close enough to town to be safe. You and your friends built a lean-to against the biggest tree there, one with roots that spring up from the ground, like the ones along the road outside of town. Papa has told you that trees like that are the oldest around in these woods and their roots grew like that at one time because the soil was doing poorly. Sure enough, almost every surrounding tree is a lot younger than this one and none of the roots spring from the ground. Your hut is nestled in the biggest section of roots, the walls of which are tall enough to almost fit your da. The roof was constructed out of sticks and leaves. It doesn't block rain very well, but it creates shade. You all have a box buried close to the tree trunk with the treasures you've found in the clearing. So far, you have a dangly silver earring, a couple of pretty crystals that change color depending on how you turn them, the skull from a rat, a snail shell, and a strange-looking metal piece that's colored blue. Your favorite is the... [[earring.]] [[crystals.]] [[rat skull.]] [[snail shell.]] [[blue metal.]]

<<set $favgift to 'earring'>> You often handle and stare into the little treasure. Sometimes you wonder if it still thrums with some sort of magic. Perhaps a mage lost it or even one of the old gods. Then again, it may have just belonged to one of the old widows who gather around town to gossip. Either way, it's beautiful to you – a long chain segmented by three jade baubles, though some of the links are broken as is the hook that holds it to an ear. Maybe on another day you can retrieve your prize and imagine who held it before you. Today though, Aster is already ankle-deep in the stream, his pants rolled to his knees and shoes long forgotten. He waves you over while Yarrow goes to the hut where it looks like there is a hole in the roof. Aster smiles at you as you approach. “Do you want to get in? The water is cold, but it won't be long until the season changes and it's too cold to wade in.” [[You'd rather stay on the bank and support him from there.]] [[You hike up your clothes so you can join him.]]

<<set $favgift to 'crystals'>> You often handle and stare into the little treasures. Turning them in your fingers and holding them to the light to see how the colors dance within entrances you. It's hard to tell what they were for or where they came from. Maybe they were a form of currency in the old world? They are small enough, you think. Or, maybe the little gems have the souls of demons trapped inside? Perhaps on another day you can retrieve your prize and imagine who held it before you and what may be contained within. Today though, Aster is already ankle-deep in the stream, his pants rolled to his knees and shoes long forgotten. He waves you over while Yarrow goes to the hut where it looks like there is a hole in the roof. Aster smiles at you as you approach. “Do you want to get in? The water is cold, but it won't be long until the season changes and it's too cold to wade in.” [[You'd rather stay on the bank and support him from there.]] [[You hike up your clothes so you can join him.]]

<<set $favgift to 'rat'>> You often handle and stare into the little treasure. The bone is smooth aside from sharp teeth. It was mostly intact and clean when you found it and Yarrow knew how to treat it to preserve it. Sometimes you feel a little bad for the creature whose head you can now hold in your hand. Perhaps they were a pet to one of the forest spirits? Perhaps on another day you can retrieve your prize and look into its little eye sockets to try and glean more about the creature's origin. Today though, Aster is already ankle-deep in the stream, his pants rolled to his knees and shoes long forgotten. He waves you over while Yarrow goes to the hut where it looks like there is a hole in the roof. Aster smiles at you as you approach. “Do you want to get in? The water is cold, but it won't be long until the season changes and it's too cold to wade in.” [[You'd rather stay on the bank and support him from there.]] [[You hike up your clothes so you can join him.]]

<<set $favgift to 'snail'>> You often handle and stare into the little treasure. The shell is perfectly smooth with a perfect spiral pattern in a reddish-brown with a darker cream color. You've always quite liked snails, the little creatures are charming in their own way. You felt a little bad collecting the shell but were too entranced to leave it behind. It was empty when you found it, and you doubted the owner was going to come back and collect it. Perhaps on another day you can retrieve your prize and admire the craftsmanship. Today though, Aster is already ankle-deep in the stream, his pants rolled to his knees and shoes long forgotten. He waves you over while Yarrow goes to the hut where it looks like there is a hole in the roof. Aster smiles at you as you approach. “Do you want to get in? The water is cold, but it won't be long until the season changes and it's too cold to wade in.” [[You'd rather stay on the bank and support him from there.]] [[You hike up your clothes so you can join him.]]

<<set $favgift to 'metal'>> You often handle and stare into the little treasure. There doesn't seem to be much metal, but it is quite heavy for its small size and it's a color blue that none of you have ever seen in metal before. It's the color of bluebells and very shiny. You had found it during your illicit trip into the woods at Yarrow's behest after slinking through a small cavern. It was the only thing interesting you had spotted all day and you much liked the feel of it between your fingers. Perhaps on another day you can retrieve your prize and admire it further. Today though, Aster is already ankle-deep in the stream, his pants rolled to his knees and shoes long forgotten. He waves you over while Yarrow goes to the hut where it looks like there is a hole in the roof. Aster smiles at you as you approach. “Do you want to get in? The water is cold, but it won't be long until the season changes and it's too cold to wade in.” [[You'd rather stay on the bank and support him from there.]] [[You hike up your clothes so you can join him.]]

“I'll stay on the bank for now.” Aster nods. “Alright then. Could you hand me that piece of bark by your foot? I want to dig around for that crayfish that pinched me the other day.” You chuckle as you grab and hand him the bark. “Why do you want to find it so bad if it pinched you?” “It was pretty...and I kinda want revenge.” He smiles a bit sheepishly at you. You roll your eyes, knowing that Aster would never hurt a creature out of malice, so you can only wonder what he means by revenge, though you don't have to wonder long. “I'm going to give it a stern lecture.” “Should I go get your ma's spoon as well?” He laughs and the sound echoes around you. “That's a good idea.” You watch as Aster stirs up mud and overturns rocks to find his prey. He digs up a few crayfish that are eager to pinch, but they're much smaller than the one he's looking for so he gently places them elsewhere. You try to spot the creature for him as you make idle chatter before you remember what Yarrow said earlier about his Name Day. “Aster?” “Yeah?” He answers without looking up from the stream, hair flopped over, concealing his face as he focuses. “Yarrow said he's thinking of taking a new name on his Name Day...Do you know what name he wants?” Aster shakes his head, “No, but that's so far away, at least...” He counts on his fingers. “At least five more cycles, almost six.” You grin. Aster and Yarrow are brothers, but they think and look completely opposite. Aster looks more like his mother with his blond hair and brown eyes, and Yarrow takes after his father – having black hair and green eyes. Though, Aster inherited his father's lighter skin tone and Yarrow has brown skin like his mother. The twins look just like Kavi, but unlike Yarrow, their green eyes are menacing. “Well, your brother seems to feel like it's around the corner and he needs to be thinking of options already.” “Typical Yarrow.” “He wouldn't tell me the names he's thought of.” A giggle leaves Aster. “I hope that didn't surprise you.” “No...and I guess it may change by the time the day arrives.” “What about you?” “Hm? What about me?” Aster overturns another rock and begins sifting through mud. “It's really far away for us, but do you think you'll change your name as well?” You stop and think. You do like that your fathers put thought into what to call you. Your grandmother is respectable even if she is a bit distant, and you know you are quite dear to her as well. You also know that your parents and grandmother wouldn't mind if you changed your name. When Da explained Name Day to you, he said that it was about people choosing who they want to be in the world. That parents can guide children and give them what they need, but the choice of who they want to be is up to them. That's what is in a name. Da even told you that he didn't keep his given name, though he wouldn't tell you it since 'that isn't who he is anymore.' He chose 'Kip' because he liked the sound of it and his favorite food is kippers. He also told you, 'Life's too short to be too serious.' Papa kept his given name, though – Dov. When you asked him why, he sat and thought for a long while before he told you that it simply had always felt right to him. He explained that no one is certain where words and names first came from, that they were probably leftovers from the world that came before yours. There was still meaning and power behind a name, and even if you did not know how the name came to be, you can feel its nature when it's spoken. After some thought, you tell Aster... [[“Yes, I think I'd like to choose my own name.”]] [[“No, for right now, I like Ravinder.”]]

“Sure!” You say, already preparing to keep your clothing dry. You step in from the bank and get a light shiver of cold as you gently wade towards Aster who's focusing on something in the stream. You feel the smooth stones and squish of mud under your feet as water swirls around your calves. Aster nods. “Alright then. Could you help me look for that crayfish that pinched me the other day?” You chuckle, placing your hands on your hips as you stare back at him. “Why do you want to find it so bad if it pinched you?” “It was pretty...and I kinda want revenge.” He smiles a bit sheepishly at you. You roll your eyes, knowing that Aster would never hurt a creature out of malice, so you can only wonder what he means by revenge, though you don't have to wonder long. “I'm going to give it a stern lecture.” “Should I go get your ma's spoon as well?” He laughs and the sound echoes around you. “That's a good idea.” You watch as Aster stirs up mud and overturns rocks to find his prey. You do the same, carefully poking around for the snappy creatures. You both dig up a few crayfish that are eager to pinch, but they're much smaller than the one Aster is looking for, so he gently places them elsewhere. You make idle chatter before you remember what Yarrow said earlier about his Name Day. “Aster?” “Yeah?” He answers without looking up from the stream, hair flopped over, concealing his face as he focuses. “Yarrow said he's thinking of taking a new name on his Name Day...Do you know what name he wants?” Aster shakes his head, “No, but that's so far away, at least...” He counts on his fingers. “At least five more cycles, almost six.” You grin. Aster and Yarrow are brothers, but they think and look completely opposite. Aster looks more like his mother with his dark blond hair and brown eyes, and Yarrow takes after his father – having black hair and green eyes. Though, Aster inherited his father's lighter skin tone and Yarrow has brown skin like his mother. The twins look just like Kavi, but unlike Yarrow, their green eyes are menacing. “Well, your brother seems to feel like it's around the corner and he needs to be thinking of options already.” “Typical Yarrow.” “He wouldn't tell me the names he's thought of.” A giggle leaves Aster. “I hope that didn't surprise you.” “No...and I guess it may change by the time the day arrives.” “What about you?” “Hm? What about me?” Aster overturns another rock and begins sifting through mud. “It's really far away for us, but do you think you'll change your name as well?” You stop and think. You do like that your fathers put thought into what to call you. Your grandmother is respectable even if she is a bit distant, and you know you are quite dear to her as well. You also know that your parents and grandmother wouldn't mind if you changed your name. When Da explained Name Day to you, he said that it was about people choosing who they want to be in the world. That parents can guide children and give them what they need, but the choice of who they want to be is up to them. That's what is in a name. Da even told you that he didn't keep his given name, though he wouldn't tell you it since 'that isn't who he is anymore.' He chose 'Kip' because he liked the sound of it and his favorite food is kippers. He also told you, 'Life's too short to be too serious.' Papa kept his given name, though – Dov. When you asked him why, he sat and thought for a long while before he told you that it simply had always felt right to him. He explained that no one is certain where words and names first came from, that they were probably leftovers from the world that came before yours. There was still meaning and power behind a name, and even if you did not know how the name came to be, you can feel its nature when it's spoken. After some thought, you tell Aster... [[“Yes, I think I'd like to choose my own name.”]] [[“No, for right now, I like Ravinder.”]]

“At least for right now, I think I want to choose my own someday. Maybe when I get older, I'll know what feels right for me.” Aster nods. “I think the same. I don't know what I'd pick...something pretty.” You chuckle. “Of course!” Before you can continue, Yarrow calls out, so you both head over to the hut. Aster is empty-handed, he'll have to lecture his crayfish on another day. As you approach, you see that Yarrow has fashioned a patch for the roof with some fronds woven with sticks, and he's made a vine into a rope. He gestures to Aster. “Could you help me put this on the roof? I can lift you on my shoulders and all you need to do is put it on and tie it in place. Ravi will catch you if you fall off.” Yarrow winks at you. You pout at him, but that just seems to make him smile. Truthfully, you don't know if you could hold a falling Aster, so you think what Yarrow is suggesting is that you simply break his fall should one occur. Aster readily agrees, and you help him crawl onto Yarrow's back until he's sitting on his brother's shoulders. You hand him the roof patch as Yarrow balances and leans against the plank root that creates the outer wall of your hut. All you can do is stand and watch, though you are mindful of staying close should Aster tumble. It takes a few tries, but Aster manages to tie the thatch in place and gives it a shake to ensure it's secure. You smirk while you think of a way to irritate Yarrow as Aster tries to clamor off his shoulders, kneeing his brother in the head twice. You open your mouth, poised to make a joke... [[but no words come out.]]

“Actually, I like Ravinder. At least for now." You may change your mind later. Aster nods. “I don't mind Aster, but I think I may change it. I don't know what I'd pick...something pretty.” You chuckle. “Of course!” Before you can continue, Yarrow calls out, and you both head over to the hut. Aster is empty-handed, he'll have to lecture his crayfish on another day. As you approach, you see that Yarrow has fashioned a patch for the roof with some fronds woven with sticks, and he's made a vine into a rope. He gestures to Aster. “Could you help me put this on the roof? I can lift you on my shoulders and all you need to do is put it on and tie it in place. Ravi will catch you if you fall off.” Yarrow winks at you. You pout at him, but that just seems to make him smile. Truthfully, you don't know if you could hold a falling Aster, so you think what Yarrow is suggesting is that you simply break his fall should one occur. Aster readily agrees, and you help him crawl onto Yarrow's back until he's sitting on his brother's shoulders. You hand him the roof patch as Yarrow balances and leans against the plank root that creates the outer wall of your hut. All you can do is stand and watch, though you are mindful of staying close should Aster tumble. It takes a few tries, but Aster manages to tie the thatch in place and gives it a shake to ensure it's secure. You smirk while you think of a way to irritate Yarrow as Aster tries to clamor off his shoulders, kneeing his brother in the head twice. You open your mouth, poised to make a joke... [[but no words come out.]]

This doesn't feel right. You //know// this isn't right. You're frozen, your mouth open to speak. Yarrow and Aster are looking at you expectantly for a moment before their expressions morph into confusion. Yarrow furrows his brow. “Quit that, you'll scare Aster.” He tries to laugh it off, but even you can hear the nerves behind it. You can't respond, can't ask for help, you can't even blink, and you wonder if they can see fear on your face or not. Aster is shaking his head. “Ravinder, that's not...funny.” You feel something building in your stomach. It's like a rolling fire, pure and intense heat gathering itself together, and your eyes are watering as it threatens to overtake you. A look of fear flashes on Yarrow's face as he reaches for you suddenly. Your vision is going fuzzy, and all you hear is Aster screaming, “$capitalhisher eyes!” An eruption of pain bursts through your belly and travels in a wave through your torso and limbs. You hit the ground before Yarrow can reach you, and your vision becomes darker and darker. The last thing you see is Yarrow's terrified face over you, tears in his eyes as he cradles your face in his hands. … [[You pray that you'll survive this before everything goes black and numb.|One unconscious 5 year old later]]

“...Sprout?” … //Was that your papa's voice?// … “Is Ravinder still sleeping?” … //Dada is here too.// Your mind is sluggish and you're not sure where you are. You will yourself to respond but nothing happens. …Why can't you answer? …Your eyes won't open either. //What's wrong?// You feel Papa's big hands stroking your hair. He's so warm, and it feels so comforting. The contrast makes you realize there is a stark chill emanating from within you. Something isn't right. You're so tired. Numbness creeps along your limbs, but something within your core also pulses with pain. Papa's deep voice rumbles like a distant roar, the sound is distorted as if you're underwater. “What're we gonna do, Kip?” The brokenness is evident in his voice. You've never heard him sound like that before. “I don't know, my love. Yarrow will be dropping off more herbs come sunrise; we'll try everything until something works.” Da sounds upset too. //What's wrong with you?// “It's been two days. I don't understand. Sprout wasn't even sick! How did this happen so quick? Ravinder's got to wake up...needs to eat.” It sounds like Papa is holding back tears. You feel your bed dip slightly next to you, and Da's cool hands along your cheek. “Do you remember when we found $himher, Dov?” “Aye, Sprout was barely the size of a rabbit.” It's quiet for a moment before Da speaks again. “We thought it was too late, you know.” “$capitalhisher mother was in such a state. I dunno how $heshe survived it.” You can hear footsteps going around your bed, and Papa's big hand grabs yours, completely dwarfing it. You never feel smaller or more protected than when Papa holds you, you wish you could use your fingers to hold him back. “$capitalheshe'll survive this too,” Da continues, “We'll figure this out as we did then.” A sad-sounding chuckle escapes Papa, and you can hear the lilt in his voice. “Remember how hard we pushed the horses to get to town once we realized this beautiful babe was still alive?” His hand moves from your own to gently smooth through your hair again. “I could never forget; to this day, Milly still hates me for it.” Da chuckles. “Did you know she bit me after that?” You wish you could laugh. Da probably deserved it. “You probably deserved it,” Papa says as if he could hear your thoughts. Da scoffs playfully, but it still sounds sullen. You can tell he's trying to help Papa, but he just can't muster his usual enthusiasm. He's unusually quiet, and the brightness he usually exudes is diminished. There's a pause in conversation for a long time, and you briefly wonder if you've either died or fallen asleep, but you can still sense them near you. Papa moves to hold your hand again, his thumb gently tracing a pattern over your skin. “I'd never held a babe before that. Never even seen one up close. Heard them plenty, hard not to. But, Ravinder was so...so silent. Looked so pale.” “It was a sad sight...all I could think about was we had to save $himher. Nothing else mattered, it was almost strange how quickly that notion took over us.” Da's voice wavers hard. “I feel that way now. Feels stronger. Ravinder is //our// child. //Our// little Sprout. //Our// baby for the last five years. Ravinder has only seen five cycles yet, Kip.” Papa's voice finally cracks and he grips your hand more firmly. He sobs, and the sound wrenches at your heart, it's deep and the mournful sound fills the entire room. You'd give anything to will yourself to move or make a sound to make them feel okay again. Your body won't move, and you can't even grunt to signal that you can hear them. It's as if your consciousness is fighting against your own body to no avail. You can hear Da sniffling. “Sprout is strong, my love. $capitalheshe learned that from you and your ma. That's why we called $himher Ravinder. There's no one as strong as that old bat, so I know our Sprout can beat this.” He chuckles, but it's choked by tears. Papa hums softly. “I bet she'd know what to do. She'd knock my head in for doubtin' myself...” Your papa has always been quietly soft, his sensitivity a secret kept from all except those closest to him. He's a mountain of a man, always quiet and always strong. You've never heard him speak like this before, so openly afraid. Da wears his heart on his sleeve, but he's always so jovial about everything, the perfect balance to Papa. He's never been this somber. [[What's wrong with you?|in-between]]

Eventually, you recovered. Your fathers were able to wake you not long after the start of that following morning. You were still in pain and quite weak, but they poured broth and tea down your throat until you could move on your own and eat a proper meal. A couple of days after that, it was as if you hadn't fallen ill. You were back to helping in the garden and playing with your friends like nothing had happened. You felt no residual pain or weakness. Yarrow and Aster treated you like thin glass for a long time after that. They said that you had screamed when the illness took hold of you in the clearing, and it was unlike anything they had ever heard before. After you collapsed, Yarrow picked you up and ran all the way to your home while Aster ran to get their father. Aster admitted to having nightmares about the ordeal. Yarrow wouldn't admit to anything, but any time it was brought up, his expression soured and he'd begin to fidget. You felt bad for scaring them, but you had no control over what happened. Life carried on like normal in the years that followed. Papa and Da were anxious for a long time and they took you to Kavi regularly. You felt fine, and Kavi agreed that you were perfectly healthy – you didn't understand it – but at least you got to see your closest friends a lot. Aster stuck to you like glue and Yarrow seemed to loom a bit more than he once did. You told your fathers how you had been able to hear them sometimes but couldn't respond. You kept thinking about what they had spoken about concerning the time they brought you into the family. So, you finally asked them more about how you came to be adopted. They had never hidden that you were born to someone else. That fact, you had learned a lot about when you asked them to make you a sibling. Since Aster had so many, and he had told you that his parents made them all, you figured Dada and Papa could as well. You had never seen Papa's face so red before, but Da seemed to enjoy explaining why they couldn't do that, even if he was willing to //try// with Papa – mostly because it seemed to make him extra shy. What they told you was that it was clear that your mother died while birthing you. The details of how they knew were a little muddled, but you accepted what your fathers explained. They found her in the woods, a little ways off the road. No one else was around, nor did they find any sure signs of a horse or carriage she may have been traveling by. She was nestled against a giant tree, hidden among gnarled roots that she probably used to both hide and support herself while she gave birth. They said she might have been ill to have died that way and she may not have been healthy enough to carry a child. You didn't think much about it at that time. Your mother just must have been too sick...right? Once you were safe with Kavi and Betony – Betony being able to nurse you since Aster was being weened – your fathers had a funeral for your mother. They sent word to all the nearby villages and towns to find anyone who might know of her. No one ever responded. They interred her ashes at the base of the tree where you were born, and each year they take a gift to her grave on the anniversary of your birth and tell her about how you've grown. After learning a little more about the circumstances of your birth... [[You felt a great deal of remorse for your birth mother.]] [[A twist of anger formed within you. It was unfair.]] [[You were grateful to your birth mother and adoptive fathers.]] [[Guilt festered in your gut.]] [[You were at peace with it. It was all in the past.]]

You wait in Kavi's clinic, hoping to see Aster or Yarrow. You've been sitting here for nearly 20 minutes and are just about to leave when Kavi finally pops out from the storeroom. He greets you with a bright smile, coming to kneel by the chair you're sitting in. His green eyes are hooded, warm, and bright just like Yarrow's, and his hair is so shiny and black that it's almost like ink. He smells like spring and wood smoke. “Well, if it isn't little Ravinder. I hope you're not feeling unwell today.” You can see the concern in his eyes. Ever since you fell ill and Kavi could do nothing to help you, he has seemed to fret over you as much as your parents. You shake your head. “I'm feeling fine; I just wanted to see if Yarrow and Aster could play. Betony said they were both here.” “Sorry, child; Aster wasn't feeling well, and I have him sleeping in the back for now so I can look after him. Yarrow's gone out to harvest some herbs for me too, and he'll be a while yet. How about you come back in a few hours? We'll have some tea and I bet we can find some sweeties to go with it.” You smile. “Sure, that sounds good. I saw some wild blackberries at the edge of the wood by my house, I'll bring some with me.” “That's kind of you. Yarrow will be pleased; he's the reason we can't keep any berries in our house for long. That boy's worse than a bear, between that and honey.” Kavi shakes his head, but he smiles wide. You scamper off back home, grabbing a basket and cloth to load up with berries. It isn't long after you begin to pick that you already have a substantial haul. The harvest for this year has been very good and the yields from foraging have been just as plentiful. You're sure to leave some for the birds and animals as you continue to pick, trying and failing to avoid all the thorns. A few more rips in your clothes are easily fixed and the berries are worth it. After a while, you notice strange noises coming from your family's barn. You don't think much of it at first since you have several animals and know that Papa checks them a few times a day. But the noises don't stop after several minutes, and you're getting more curious and worried the longer it goes on. You decide to go look, wondering if you could chance upon one of your fathers on the way to investigate with you. You know the occasional fox or stray dog has gotten into the barn and stirred up the livestock before, but your own dogs usually keep them out. Wolves and bears are often too shy to come this close to town as well. As you head back towards home, you don't see Papa or Da anywhere, and after a few moments of hesitation, you get the attention of one of your dogs – a huge shaggy black mutt with jowls as long as her ears and paws as big as your head – named Rosy, and head towards the barn. Papa has told you how much you all rely on the animals, and even if they are livestock, you still care about them and want to keep them safe. You feel certain that Rosy could easily drive off a wolf and maybe even a bear all on her own – after all, you've seen her fend off the bull when it went after Da – but you still feel nerves rattle your gut, so you're sure to sneak carefully to the barn door. The noises are louder, and you can now tell it's one of the cows making the racket, but you also hear the voice of your Papa as soon as you get inside the door. Feeling more relaxed since Papa is already here, you turn Rosy loose; she exits the door and immediately plops herself in the dirt for a nap, unperturbed by the increasing ruckus. You go deeper into the barn to see what the commotion is about. [[You regret it.]] *[[To skip description of animal suffering/death click here.]]

You approach the very back of the barn, all of the other animals seem to have been turned out to the pasture, and the building feels eerily empty. Just under the familiar scent of hay and musk of animals, there is a metallic tinge in the air. You can hear a cow groaning in some sort of distress – her cries unusually high and long – and both Papa and Da are talking quickly to each other, sounding stressed. You quickly see why as you get closer. There's blood. There is so much blood. The cow is lying on her side, legs pawing at the air and then going stick-straight. She rests on the barn floor, bridled with a rope that Da has looped around a support column as he fights to keep the cow from getting to her feet by keeping her head down. She cries out again and again in clear pain and frustration. You recognize her markings and remember that she is the pregnant one. Da had to explain to you what the bull was doing with her at least two seasons ago. As is usual when he's shy or uncomfortable, Papa's face was completely red then, though he tried to explain it to you as truthfully as possible. His arms are completely red now. The floor is red too, the viscous substance seems to smear every surface around them, a stark contrast to the hues of brown that make up most of the barn. A calf hangs from the cow's backside, another rope tied around its legs, which Papa has leveraged on another post. The calf doesn't move or kick, and Papa is pulling on the rope, but it doesn't budge. He looks so distraught. “They're tangled together bad, Kip...I dunno if I can pull the other out before it's too late. Poor thing will suffocate if I can't.” Da shakes his head and paces, “Is the other really even alive still? She won't survive this… Maybe it would be merciful to...you know.” Papa strains as he tries to move the dead calf out further. “The other is alive; it's movin'. Cow's tryin' to push too, I need her help if I'm gonna have a chance to pull the other.” His voice is tinged with choked sadness as if he is barely holding back tears. Just then, the cow ''screams'' and flails, her legs splay out to the side and she stretches her neck out as her body shivers violently. Da is yanked nearly off his feet as he struggles to keep her down. You feel tears prick your eyes. You didn't know cows //could// scream. Blood gushes so much that it sounds as if a bucket of water has been thrown on the floor, and Papa utters a prayer to Casimir for mercy – the goddess of destruction as you remember Da's history lessons. The cow isn't going to make it through this, and she is suffering. Papa finally seems to find the leverage he needs and pulls the dead calf from the cow by the rope. It drags lifelessly against the barn floor. Another pair of small hooves emerge, and Papa begins to work on getting the other calf out. The dead calf is small and bloody and even though it has fur, it looks pale. Completely still. You wonder for a moment, an invasive thought in the back of your mind if that is what you looked like when you were first born. The mother cow is exhausted, and at her limit, she no longer fights Da to get up. She pants, blood now coating her mouth and her tongue lolling out, but she makes no more noise as her body begins to slacken. She's dying. This is what death truly looks like... You've seen dead animals before. <<if $favgift is 'rat'>>You even have the skull of such a creature tucked away among your treasures.<</if>>You have attended funeral ceremonies for departed townspeople as well. But you've never seen the moment of death. You've never known of a death preceded by such pain, nor have you ever witnessed such suffering. You'd never considered it before in your eight cycles in this world so far. The harsh realization begins to wash over you like a chilled wave. This is bloody. This is...//wrong//. It's not working the way things are meant to...like you. That's when you understand. Something like this went wrong for your mother. Another intrusive thought pummels you – maybe //you// went wrong. This must be what your fathers omitted from their explanation of how you came to be here. You can't look away even though your stomach is rolling and tears are washing down your face. Your Da turns as soon as your berry basket hits the floor, and his face is mortified once he realizes it's you. “Ravinder!” Da calls out as he runs to you. You're frozen in place, though now, Da blocks your view of the cow. [[He sweeps you up and runs from the barn.]]

Once you're out of the barn, Da has to stop as you begin to vomit. He holds you steady and Rosy gets up in a hurry to leave. You heave and heave, the image of the blood, and the sound of the scream replaying in your head over and over. Da whispers soothing words and then begins to hum a song – the lullaby he's sung to you as far back as you can remember. Once you are spent, Da picks you up again and takes you inside the house while he continues to hum. [[You're in shock and can't speak or react.]] [[You have nothing left in your stomach, but still cannot stop gagging.]] [[Your body shakes and your skin grows cold.]] [[Tears take over and your sobs echo all around you.]]

*Later that year... Your fathers have been encouraging you to try a few new things that they can teach you. Your da explained that he wanted you to find something you may have an interest in, and that way you can practice it now and perhaps develop a livelihood around it later. However, Papa also insisted that you could just stay with them your entire adult life too and that would be fine. You weren't too sure about that. You are nearly at the end of your eighth year. Every cycle you have helped your fathers more and more on your little homestead, mostly with caring for the animals and with other small things that small hands can do. You run errands and do shopping – Da insists it's because the shopkeepers have an affinity for you, but really, you know it's because Da doesn't always get along with them. One in particular has already offered a betrothal of her daughter to you. You turned it down quite fast since the girl was known to eat the wood off her desk during school, and she had tried to bite you at least twice. She still looks at you with affection despite that. Papa has been a woodworker all his life and he loves it. He learned it from his mother, who learned it from her father, and you presume the chain continued from there. Though your grandmother mostly just cuts trees and lumber, your papa also went into making things from wood. He can build houses and furniture, boats, and bridges. He uses every bit of a tree that falls by his axe, even the leaves, which he mulls up and uses to fertilize the soil in the garden. You've spent hours watching him whittle figurines and toys with small tools and a block of wood. Even though his hands are so large, they are no less deft with a knife and chisel. Da, on the other hand, has a talent for hunting and fishing. He supplies a good portion of town with meat and furs. He's easily the best archer around, and you know he also can use a sword. On occasion, you have seen him spar with the village guardsmen, and recently, Yarrow has been coming by to learn a bit about the sword and bow from your da as well. Da fishes mostly with a net and a boat that Papa built. He's already taught you how to make and mend nets since it was an easy enough task for you. Da has told you a few times that the first fish he ever caught himself and ate was a kipper, and he loved it so much, he took the name Kip. You keep hoping he's joking. This year, you have put a lot of thought into what you'd like to start learning. You can pick about anything and can always change your mind if you don't like it, Papa says. Your parents also know quite a lot about other things, so you're not stuck with woodworking and hunting. As for now, you are most drawn to... [[Chopping down trees with Papa.]] [[Woodworking with Papa.]] [[Learning swordplay from Da.]] [[Learning archery from Da.]] [[Medicine, and both your fathers know enough to get you started.]] [[Trade and business, and Da can help with that.]] [[Cooking and Papa can help you.]]

The more you thought about how you were growing, who you were becoming, and what this day meant to you – the more certain you were that this needed to be a small celebration. The attention wasn't something you necessarily craved either. This day was about your first steps into adulthood and something intimate felt the most right to you. Emre was very proud of your decision. You had initially worried that he and Oswin would be offended, but they both accepted your decision with respect and felt it suited you. Oswin seemed impressed that you didn't give into the pressure of having a large party and you got the sense that maybe he spoke from experience. Da remarked that maybe you were growing to be like Papa. There was a glint in his eyes and a big smile on his face. Papa blushed, of course. [[It would be a precious day to remember.]]

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<<nobr>> <span> <html> <body> <h1 style="font-size:40px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color:gray">An unknown amount of time later...</h1></div> </body> </html> </span> <</nobr>> [[Sprout?]]

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<<set $mommyissues to 'sad'>> Those final moments must have been so hard and so frightening. The thought of being in your mother's shoes – alone in the woods, nothing but ancient trees surrounding you – while being in labor. You often dwell on her suffering and you hope that she had any sort of comfort that made her passing easier and less frightening. No matter how you felt about it, you knew that you didn't have the entire scope of the situation. There were too many unknowns, things even your fathers didn't know. You also had a feeling that your pa and da left some details out, which sometimes made you curious. When you mentioned it once, your Da simply said that 'not every little detail was important,' and you already knew the important things. Then, he joked about being too old to remember anymore anyway. [[One day, you learned that the smallest of details can spark the most horror and may be better left unknown.]]

<<set $mommyissues to 'anger'>> Foul feelings around your mother's circumstances bubbled in your gut when you thought about it. //Why was she alone? Had someone hurt her? Abandoned her? Where was your second parent in all of this?// There were endless questions that weighed on your mind and the answers to most of them just fed the fire of anger. It felt as though a great injustice was done to your birth mother as well as yourself. No matter how you felt about it, you knew that you probably didn't have the entire scope of the situation. There were too many unknowns, things even your fathers didn't know. You also had a feeling your pa and Da left some details out, which sometimes made you curious. When you mentioned it once, your Da simply said that 'not every little detail was important,' and you already knew the important things. Then, he made some joke about being too old to remember anymore anyway. [[One day, you learned that the smallest of details can spark the most horror and may be better left unknown.]]

<<set $mommyissues to 'thankful'>> At least, even though the circumstances were horrible, your mother still birthed you and your fathers found you. It could have been worse. You could have died so easily had Pa and Da not found you when they did. And, they didn't have to take you in, many other people wouldn't have. You were glad to have this life despite the difficult start. No matter how you felt about it, you knew that you didn't have the entire scope of the situation. There were too many unknowns, things even your fathers didn't know. You also had a feeling that your pa and da left some details out, which sometimes made you curious. When you mentioned it once, your Da simply said that 'not every little detail was important,' and you already knew the important things. Then, he joked about being too old to remember anymore anyway. [[One day, you learned that the smallest of details can spark the most horror and may be better left unknown.]]

<<set $mommyissues to 'guilt'>> You sometimes felt like this was all your fault. Your fathers didn't know for certain why your mother didn't survive, but there was a niggling thought in the back of your mind that it was because of //you//. If you could speak with her departed spirit, would she blame you? Was her spirit even at rest? How much pain did you cause her? No matter how you felt about it, you knew that you didn't have the entire scope of the situation. There were too many unknowns, things even your fathers didn't know. You also had a feeling that your pa and da left some details out, which sometimes made you curious. When you mentioned it once, your Da simply said that 'not every little detail was important,' and you already knew the important things. Then, he joked about being too old to remember anymore anyway. [[One day, you learned that the smallest of details can spark the most horror and may be better left unknown.]]

<<set $mommyissues to 'okay'>> After a lot of thought and a lot of fluctuating emotions, you were okay. There was nothing you could have done to prevent it or change the circumstances around it. You were fortunate that your fathers rescued you and that your life was peaceful for the most part. You didn't want to dwell on this if you couldn't change it. No matter how you felt about it, you knew that you didn't have the entire scope of the situation. There were too many unknowns, things even your fathers didn't know. You also had a feeling that your pa and da left some details out, which sometimes made you curious. When you mentioned it once, your Da simply said that 'not every little detail was important,' and you already knew the important things. Then, he joked about being too old to remember anymore anyway. [[One day, you learned that the smallest of details can spark the most horror and may be better left unknown.]]

Da starts talking to you, but you can't understand what he's saying. Everything has become sort of muffled and hazy. He sits you down on a chair and gently cups your face in his hands as he stoops down before you. His voice is soft and you finally notice there are tears in his eyes too; they make the blue hues within the hazel come out more. You finally break from your stupor as Da hugs you close, and rocks you side to side as he speaks softly. He's saying 'I'm sorry' over and over. It takes a while, but you finally relax. Da strokes your hair and continues to rock you until calm settles upon your mind and you finally feel in control of your own body. Out of reflex, you also say, “I'm sorry.” It just slips from your mouth. Da pulls away and looks you in the eye. “You have nothing to be sorry for, Sprout. Me and Papa are sorry; we didn't realize you were home. We should have checked. I'm so sorry, little one; you should never have had to see something like that.” “The cow died, didn't she.” Da nods. “Yes.” You sit quietly for a while and Da just watches you with sorrow in his eyes. He finally clears his throat and looks away for a moment. “We can talk about it if you want to. When I was around your age...I saw something a little similar. I might understand how you're feeling.” “Can we later?” You ask, feeling exhausted even though it's the middle of the day. Da nods. “Of course. How about you go wash your face; some cool water will help you feel better. I'll brew some tea and we can settle on the divan for a while.” You do as Da suggests. [[After your tea, you fall into a deep sleep, snuggled against your father.]]

You wake. You feel a little disoriented having slept so heavily in the afternoon. You hear Da singing from the kitchen and notice that Papa, who looks like he's had a bath, is sitting next to you. His big hand is against your back radiating a sweet warmth that eases your muscles and soothes your mind. Once you begin to stir, he looks down at you with a sad smile. “Sprout,” he says. “Papa,” you return. He gently grabs you to sit you up against him, placing a kiss on the top of your head. You take a deep breath. “I'm sor-” You're cut off as Papa taps the end of your nose lightly with his finger, breaking the path of thought. “You've nothin' to apologize for.” His deep voice, though a murmur, carries strongly all around you. You sit in silence again for a few moments before you can't help but bring up the thought that still plagues your young mind, “The cow died.” The image is still firmly lodged in your memory despite your best hope it would vanish after the nap. “She did.” “The calves?” “The one lived.” You think for a long while, and Papa waits patiently. You note that his arms are free from the coating of blood they had a while ago. He appears weary, but otherwise, you see no sign of the struggle he endured earlier. You have one more question at the forefront of my mind, and you're afraid to ask it. Finally, after a deep breath, you get it out. “Is that what I did to my mother?” A strange expression passes over Papa's face. His eyes go big, and his mouth hangs open. He scoops you into his arms and brings you to his chest in an instant. His beard tickles, but you feel so safe as he holds you for a long time before setting you down to sit in his lap. He stays silent for a while, but you know he'll answer you. He is always the most silent when he has something important to say. Papa gently touches his fingers to your chin and raises your head to look into his brown eyes. They're watery. “Sprout,” he says and then pauses. “...Always remember that you didn't ever hurt yer momma. You didn't hurt anyone.” You nod, but you still feel unsure. “Things in nature don't always work the way we need them to. Sometimes that means people and animals may suffer for it. What happened to the cow wasn't the fault of the calves. What happened to yer birth mother wasn't the fault of you either. She tried hard for ya. She fought for ya, not in spite of ya.” “She did? How do you know?” “She found a safe place away from the road to bring ya into life. I won't hide it from you anymore, yer birth was probably very hard. She bled, she struggled. But, she didn't give up. She cleaned and swaddled you, tore her clothes to keep ya warm as best she could, and even suckled you. You were latched when we found you, still tryin' to nurse despite everything. From that moment...” Papa stops talking but looks into your eyes. “Papa?” You nudge him. He gives you a soft smile and kisses the top of your head; his beard tickles again. “From that moment I had this feelin'...that you were mine. Mine and Da's.” The sour feelings about yourself start to ease. You still feel a pang of sympathy for your birth mother, her final moments were hard, but it was comforting knowing that she did her best to give you a shot at living. She wouldn't have done that if you didn't mean something to her – if she had only seen you as the cause of her pain. You hug your Papa tight, ever thankful that it was he and Da who found you and wanted you. After a bit, he speaks again, “Now, that calf needs a name; she's tough like her mama and we'll have to nurse her while. You can help, of course. So, what would ya name her, Sprout?” You're suddenly excited. It's a cow, and your parents don't usually name the livestock, just the horses and dogs get names, except one of the goats that Papa always curses at. It feels so special. “Bo,” you answer, the name coming to your lips as if drawn from the air. “Then Bo she is. Yer Da will teach ya how to feed her in the mornin'.” [[Time went by like normal again after that. You felt closer to your fathers too.]]

<<set $interest to 'choppin'>> It's most appealing to go to the source of Papa's work and the source of so many things in your life. You may not currently be strong enough to take down entire trees as fast as Papa can, but maybe one day you will be able to. Trees are a vital source for so many things in daily life, and it feels special to both rend and tend the forests that sustain human life. Papa's first lessons are about planting and growing rather than cutting and taking. He tells you that for every tree you take, plant two in its stead, so you've mostly been tending saplings and learning to germinate seeds. Your papa keeps a constant cycle of seedlings and saplings going in a special building, which is a mix between a barn and a greenhouse, which you've helped him with before. Today, as you are marveling at the tiny oak trees you have managed to sprout so far, your papa approaches with two axes in hand – one much smaller than his own. You can tell he's grinning at you, despite his big beard obscuring his lips. “I've somethin' for ya.” His big voice echoes around you. A big smile crosses your lips. “My own axe?” He nods. “Yer own axe,” he says as he hands the smaller axe to you. Without delay, Papa leads you out to an area where he's been working on your farm, where he's clearing the land for another outbuilding. There are a few trees around that are very large, but several are younger, about as big around as you are. Perfect to practice on. Papa starts by testing your memory on what he's told you about getting started. You jump on the answer. “Check my surroundings in case the tree falls towards me!” You give a big smile to punctuate your accomplishment. Your father grins back at you and slowly shakes his head. The smile leaves your face in an instant, and you look over your chosen tree with confusion. Papa shuffles, drawing your attention back to him. “Gloves,” he says, putting his own on. You roll your eyes but reach for your gloves that are tucked into your belt. “You know, that could just as easily be step two.” Papa nods at you. “True, but yer more prone to forget if you wait.” Once the gloves are on, then you plan your exit and study the trees around the one that you will fell. It's a good one to start on; the surrounding trees won't snag yours too badly as it falls. Papa continues, “Now, where's yer first notch goin'?” You think for a moment. “The side I want it to fall towards.” “Good.” Papa gestures towards you to begin. You line up your axe after triple-checking the best direction for the tree to fall. After a deep breath and a few slow swings to confirm your target, you pull your axe back, ensure you have a firm grip, and unleash your might upon the tree trunk. The sound of the strike echoes around you, and a few disgruntled birds chirp as they take off from the surrounding brush. Your axe head doesn't penetrate far, but you buried it enough that the tool takes some force to dislodge. Papa hums in approval. You pull back to strike again at the same spot and, to your delight, your strike is true; more bark splinters away to reveal the brighter color of the yellowy flesh of the tree. Before you can strike again, your papa clears his throat to draw your attention. He nods towards your cut. “Vary your strikes, Sprout.” It dawns on you that you need to angle some of your hits to create a wedge, and you nod to your papa before gauging your next hit. Once you have a good wedge cut in, you can switch to the other side and work on actually bringing the tree down. You're already sweating, and you wonder how Papa has the strength to do this for a whole day. No wonder his back and shoulders are so huge. A warmth buzzes in your core as you line up the next strike, working out the angle to create the best pivot when the tree begins to fall. You get a very good downward hit at just the right spot, dislodging a small wedge above your first cuts. Papa grunts in approval as you gear up for another. The heat within you spikes, fluttering through you with a mix of excitement and warmth. It feels a bit odd, but this is your first //real// attempt at chopping a tree down. You're using muscles that aren't often used. You bring the axe back and eye your target. The heat ''erupts''. Your gut feels fire pierce through it. The axe drops from your hand as you stumble and double over. The inferno spreads to your back and limbs; you're suddenly boiling alive. A garbled scream leaves your throat as you thrash on the ground, hands tearing at the clothing around your torso as if they stand a chance at patting out the feeling of flame that has engulfed you. [[The last thing you recall is Papa yelling your name.|This isn't going away]]

<<set $interest to 'woodin'>> Felling the trees doesn't hold so much of an appeal to you right now as what you can do with them afterward. You've always admired Papa's skill and craftsmanship with wood. At least, this is where you'd like to start in your exploration; perhaps later, you can study more about planting and cutting trees. You're waiting for Papa in his shop that doubles as the tool shed. So far, your lessons have been about the different tools and pre-treatments for the wood you'll be working with. You've cut some planks down to size already and are eagerly anticipating making a bench out of them. Papa recommended something easy to start with and your da requested a new seat for the porch anyway. When you've had some scraps of spare time, Papa has shown you how to whittle small figures. For a man with such large hands, you are amazed that he can create things that look so delicate and detailed. So far, your attempts have yielded things more amorphous in nature, but at they're least reminiscent of what you were aiming for. Your first try was at carving a little cow, modeled after Bo. It looked a bit //ill// with the udder so terribly large, but your da was still giddy over it when you presented the trinket to him. He placed it on the kitchen windowsill so he could see it frequently. It stands on its udder rather than its legs, but at least it stands. Your papa comes into the shop holding a large wooden chest. It appears to be made of pine, and as he gets closer, you can even smell the sweet and almost tangy aroma of the wood – definitely pine. Papa sets it down in front of you with a big smile that his beard cannot hide. The chest is beautifully carved with intricate little swirls at the corners. You look up at your papa who merely motions towards the box. Taking his cue, you find the chest filled with tools. New tools. Everything you'll need to hone your craft – a saw, hatchet, plane, and even a compass with a new set of chisels. “I been workin' on this for a bit here and there. Figured you should start out gettin' to know yer own tools.” You smile up at your papa, pure joy heating you from within as you gingerly pick each item up. “Papa, it's perfect; thank you.” He ruffles your hair. “Now, yer da is excited about this new bench...we better get it made.” You set about preparing your planks for the bench. Half of the material has been cut down and measured already and Papa begins by guiding you in planing them. The new plane is perfectly sharp, the oak of the planks yielding easily to it as the thin strips of wood curl up and slough away to smooth and shape the surface of the planks. Papa collects the shavings once you're done so they can be used as kindling later. He takes his time to instruct you on the little details you need to remember and shortcuts that will come in handy once you get to assemble the piece. “Now, Sprout...” Papa continues as he observes your progress, “Can ya tell me why we picked oak for the bench?” You think for a moment, back about two weeks when you and Papa began this project. “It's strong.” “Yer right, but be more specific. You need to know which types are better for each piece.” You stop planing as you rack your memory. “It'll be outside, so it needs to be able to withstand rainy days, and it's also easier to build with.” Papa nods. “Very good. Oak doesn't swell as bad as other woods. When the air turns balmy, it'll hold up better to the moisture.” After planing the wood until your arms are sore, your papa checks your work with a plumb rule to make sure each side you plane is even and as smooth as possible. Aside from a few parts that you were a bit over-zealous with, the grin on your father's face is evident enough that you have quite a knack for carpentry. To give your arms a break after hours of work, Papa brings out a cut-off cube that you can practice whittling something on. He brings out his own and you both set to work, eager to try out your brand-new chisels and whittling knives. Your father still doesn't say much, but his grin remains and there is joy in his eyes as you work together. You carve and shape your block, thinking about trying to make a little bear this time, the sight of Papa's beard and broad shoulders bringing the animal to mind. You think of the quiet time like this that you get to spend with your papa. Even if carpentry doesn't end up being what you want to pursue forever, at least you have these moments with him. Heat blooms around your stomach. The sensation draws your attention. It's like you just drank something hot like the flavored milk Da loves to make in the cold season. It brings a smile to your face for a moment, before the feeling starts to grow. You stop working, about to mention it to your father, but then, the heat ''erupts'' from your core. All thoughts fade away as the feeling of fire pings from your insides, taking the air from your lungs. You drop your tools and crumple to the ground, clawing at your gut as you choke to breathe. You feel as though you've been tossed into the hearth or even the blacksmith's forge. You're burning alive. [[The last thing you recall is Papa yelling your name.|This isn't going away]]

<<set $interest to 'swordin'>> Your da had never gone into much detail about how he learned to wield a sword, only that your late grandfather on his side of the family insisted that Da learn. Your father seemed to enjoy it, though he never had much call to use it unless the town guard sparred with him. He often was asked to teach lessons about it as well. Da had a very nice sword that he never used, kept in your parent's bedroom, above their door. 'Decoration' is what your da called it, though you could tell the edges of the weapon were sharpened and Da kept the sword in good condition. As much as you were hopeful of obtaining your own shiny metal sword, your fathers dashed your hopes almost immediately. Your training began with Da making you //run// – of all things. And when he wasn't making you run, he was making you walk along narrow planks to hone your balance – though they were low to the ground and posed no real danger to you. When Da was bored of you running and balancing in the first couple weeks, he then presented you with a long stick – laughing at how your face had scrunched when he revealed it after building up the suspense of a surprise. The first temptation was to poke him with it, but you resisted – barely. Though the stick wasn't nearly as much fun as a real blade, it at least meant that you were making progress. Da began teaching you stances and how to move when swinging the 'blade.' He even wielded his own stick to demonstrate the moves an opponent may make. Now, you find yourself waiting for your da to begin your lesson. He's not the most punctual, but you've been waiting in the clearing behind your house for a long time. Long enough, that Bo has found her way from the barnyard to come see you – ever since you first nursed her by hand, she seeks you out. Finally, your da approaches you, wearing the same grin he had when he gave you your stick and holding his hands behind his back. Your mind reels as you ponder the ridiculous things he may be holding, likely, another stick. Rolling your eyes, you stand and meet him halfway. You huff. “What do you have this time, Da? Another stick? Or maybe a rock this time?” Da laughs. “You catch on quick! I have a surprise for you, indeed. Two, in fact. Pick a hand, Sprout.” You roll your eyes. “Left.” Your father beams a smile at you and moves his hand from his back to reveal...a training sword. A real training sword. Sure, the blade is still wooden, but it has a hilt and leather grip. You take it gingerly in your grasp and find that the weight is much like the short swords you've lifted before. A few quick swipes show how much it feels and even sounds like a real weapon. You gawk at your father. His smile turns a bit smug. “Got you again, I see. Your papa made that for you. It was a compromise between us. You'll practice with this for a while first.” “A while?” you ask, swinging the wooden blade again, marveling at it. “Mm-hmm. Hold your hand out and close your eyes.” You do as you're told, though you feel a punch-line coming. Even so, you trust your da enough that you know he won't put anything unpleasant in your hand. Though now that your eyes are closed, you recall a similar prank from years ago where he placed a handful of sticky sap in your palm. But, instead of something unpleasantly sticky, you feel something cold. Once Da releases his grasp, your hand dips with the sudden weight. Your eyes open to find a hunk of metal in your hand. Steel. It's a steel ingot. Again, you gawk at it, your mouth open. Your father laughs. “Got you yet again. Too easy, Sprout.” He ruffles your hair. You can't even be cross about it. You know what this means. “It may not be sword-shaped yet, but once we feel like you have a handle on the practice sword, we'll have that made into a real one. Then, the real fun begins.” Da winks. “Thank you, Da; thank you so much!” You can barely contain yourself. You're holding a real practice sword //and// the material that will become your future weapon – something that can be all your own. Da kisses the top of your head. “Alright then, enough waiting; let's see how that wooden sword compares to my stick!” You and Da square up in the center of the clearing with an audience of chickens and a single cow. You go through the stances that you've already been taught while your da appraises and corrects your posture. He has you go through a few practice swings. The wooden sword feels great in your hands. It is just a bit heavy for you at this age, but realistic enough that you find you don't miss the ting of metal. It is clear your papa crafted the piece and detailed it to look as accurate as possible to Da's 'decorative' sword in their bedroom. You think there must be a metal core within to make it feel heavier. After some warming up, Da approaches with the stick in hand. A big grin is plastered on his face, giving him that over-confident air that you've grown to know is quintessentially //Da//. You cross your weapons between you and begin to swing and parry in mock movements that are slower than the real thing, but only for now. The quicker you master the movements, the quicker Da will agree to put the pressure on and get to the fun part of swordplay. Several minutes pass and you are sweating. Da is pushing you a bit more than usual and seems just as excited as you about practice. Warmth floods your torso, the exertion giving you ripples of pride and fervor. You successfully parry your father and his face flashes with genuine surprise. Heat flashes in your gut, a strange wave of a feeling that is equal parts emotion and sensation that you take for a mix of muscle strain and satisfaction at your progress. You try to shake it off, raising your sword to continue. You choke. Air is taken from you as the feeling of fire ''erupts'' in your stomach and radiates through your body. Falling to your knees, you succumb to the heat, clawing at your chest, patting out invisible flames as you struggle for air. [[The last thing you recall is Da yelling your name.|This isn't going away]]

<<set $interest to 'archin'>> Da's best-known skill is in archery. He's made a good living using it to hunt and tells you that in the years before you came to be, he had even won tournaments in three different cities for his skill with the bow. You've grown up watching him shoot targets and hunt with what looked to be effortless grace and strength. Archery is always what made Da's arms so strong. He may not be big and broad like Papa, but he is solid and powerful in equal measure to his dexterity. You want to be as good as your father even if you don't shoot for hunting. Your da has told you that a lot of money can be won at archery tournaments and some archers find work as entertainers, doing trick shots and other feats requiring expert aim. Your start into archery has been less aiming and shooting and more crafting. Da decided that you should learn to make arrows to start and has taught you how to make blunted ones for hunting small game for pelts and sharp ones for targets and larger game. You were a little surprised to learn that your da was quite good at crafting arrows; he doesn't really know how to craft anything else though. Currently, you are working on a new batch of shafts and have about perfected the right amount of taper to get the most distance. The local geese haven't been very generous with their feathers, but you've managed to rummage around and collect enough to make some good fletchings, and you've settled for chicken feathers for most of your practice arrows. Most of your arrowheads have been crafted from rock and bones, though Da uses nice metal ones for his arrows. You've chiseled so many at this point that you could almost do it in your sleep. Da was very impressed at how fine and sharp you managed to get them for only having learned in the last few weeks, though some of them ended up too brittle to stand up to targets. Your da let you study his bow and test the string. It's a beautiful piece, colored a sort of creamy yellow with a dark handle. Papa explained that it's made from a rare tree called a yew and the wood is just as strong as it is flexible, but Da claimed to not know much about it, only that he got it because he liked the color. You're pretty sure he wasn't being serious. Right above the grip, there is an emblem you don't recognize burnt and sealed into the wood and Papa explained that it was probably the mark of the craftsman. Testing the pull of the string was a lesson in futility. You could barely draw it back at all. Da laughed pretty hard while watching you try to nock an arrow and pull the string back – the arrow flopped to the ground unceremoniously. You're currently struggling to string Da's bow as he observes. You've been sneaking glances at him for several minutes as you wrestle the weapon to attach the top loop to the bow, and he quickly schools his smile each time. You're suspicious that he's having fun, but he keeps correcting your hold and where you place your feet. You simply lack the strength to bend the bow to meet the string. Your shoulders ache and now you're unabashedly glaring at your father as he fails to suppress his chuckling. “I won't be able to do this, will I...” You state as you catch on to your da's antics. He breaks into a laugh for a brief moment. “No, my Sprout, though I am very impressed with how close you got and how ridiculously long you tried.” He crosses his arms and smiles at you, eyes filled with more pride than mirth. “Had I been in your shoes, I would have quit ages ago.” You grumble, but it's hard to resist the compliment. You hand the bow back to Da, who strings it without seeming to even think about it. “Maybe my bow is still a bit big for you now, but it won't always be...” He walks over to a bench placed against the back of the house that is stacked with a few tanned animal hides. “Perhaps, if you had something a bit more...you-sized?” He smirks as he flips a couple of the hides away to reveal a small bow underneath. You gawk. It's much smaller than Da's and it's a different color, a lot darker than the yew wood. Your da picks it up, un-strings it, and hands it to you. “Go on then,” he says, the smile on his lips and the pride in his eyes never faltering. Excitement takes over and you grab the short bow with reverence and immediately try to string it. “The draw-strength for that one will be much more suited to you.” Your da remarks. Sure enough, but still with a good amount of effort, you string your bow on your own. You can't help but run your hand along the wood and feel how perfectly smooth it is. The craftsmanship is remarkable for a first bow. “It's beautiful, Da,” you say. “I may have been a bit over-zealous for your first one, but I couldn't help myself. Now, enough gawking, let's see what you can do with it!” Da ushers you to the clearing where you practice – a place far enough away from the farm animals to be safe for everyone. Straw targets are set up across from you a distance away, but not too far. You've taken a few shots before with other practice bows, but nothing as finely made as this one. After some coaching on drawing the string and nocking the arrow correctly, you take a few shots while Da watches and helps you with your stance. You keep getting good distance, but your aim is all over everywhere, except for the actual target. At one point, you nearly knacker a passing squirrel, who chatters very angrily at you as it skitters up a tree. Frustration blooms like fire in your gut and you huff as the feeling courses through you, but your da cools it by ruffling your hair and squeezing your shoulders. “Cool heads prevail,” he remarks. Taking a deep breath, you take aim again, going through each step your da has taught you. Heat still bubbles in your torso, but your mind is clear and your eyes are focused. You take your time and line up the shot, paying attention to the light breeze that flutters the surrounding foliage. You shoot. You hit. Just to the left of the center of the target, sticks your arrow with chicken feather fletching. It doesn't even waver and is firmly rooted in the target. Shock and joy render you speechless and your father has much the same reaction, his mouth falling open as he gazes at you with wide eyes. You both cheer and celebrate with a hug, but it's short-lived. The heat you felt never abated. The sensation of burning suddenly ''erupts'' from your stomach and you drop your bow and fall to your knees. You manage a scream just before you find yourself clawing for breath. [[The last thing you recall is Da yelling your name.|This isn't going away]]

<<set $interest to 'healin'>> Perhaps you may have felt inspired by your health problems or Aster's, but you've found yourself with an interest in medicine and healing. Caring for and compassion for others comes naturally to you, so this feels like the most natural place to start. Thankfully, your fathers know a good deal just from what they have picked up from their younger, more adventurous years. Should you take a liking to the field, it is possible that Kavi or Betony would gladly tutor you on more advanced healing and medicine. Your papa and Da are more adept at wound treatment and very common medicines that most households can make for themselves, but learning these can solidify your interest. Since your papa is more knowledgeable about plants and herbs, he started you out in the first weeks with what ailments can be treated with the things growing around you. He tested your identification skills so you don't confuse a poisonous plant with a medicinal one and then taught you how to make salves and tinctures out of them. Your least favorite part of learning is tasting – at least for the edible parts. Papa insists that it helps you get acquainted with the plants you'll be using and understand what those you treat with them will experience. Most things are bitter, and some are a bit tingly, but your least favorite so far is willow bark. It's good for pain, though you're unsure if the torture of chewing it would be a boon to any situation in which you'd need it. Before long, you have made a myriad of salves containing anything from lavender and sage to charcoal and mint. You still have a way to go in committing it all to memory and understanding how to prepare each ingredient, but Papa agrees you have a knack for it. At your lesson today, Papa and Da began by presenting you with a beautifully crafted satchel containing a myriad of vials, sachets for herbs, and rolled bandages. Everything you need to store and port your materials. They even included a quality journal on medicine, most of which is a little too advanced for you right now, but it contains space for your notes and drawings with information on helpful plants. With the bare basics out of the way, you're now beginning to learn simple wound care using your concoctions. And, as your da is playing both instructor and test subject currently, you're also learning a lesson in patience. He's been playing the role of an unruly injured person, mocking loud cries at every touch and every action you try to take. He's pinched you at least three times, and Papa is struggling to keep a straight face at your dismay as he assists. Da is playing the role of an injured, inconsolable child as if it were the one single thing he was meant to do in this life. Your goal is to treat various cuts and scrapes with the right products in the right order and then bandage each wound. Wounds that Papa has painted on Da using what looks and smells like mushed red berries. After the fourth time your da has dodged you and pulled his arm from your attempts, you finally give up on being nice. You dip your hand in the bucket of water you drew to clean the pretend wounds and then flick it at him. “Da, I have never seen any child act like that at Kavi's; you're being dramatic.” Da bursts into laughter and Papa follows suit. Papa shakes his head. “Sprout has gotta point, Kip.” Your da ruffles your hair and shoots you a sweet grin. “Yeah, I guess we can work on bedside manners later on. Seeing how scrunched your cute little face gets was too much fun to pass up.” You scrunch it at him again, looking as mean as possible. Both your fathers laugh, so you dump your water on the fake wounds to 'clean' them, being sure to 'accidentally' spill a good bit along Da's shirt and trousers. “You deserved that,” Papa quips. You snicker as you set about picking a salve for the fake scrapes, settling on a lavender balm that you made in your first week of lessons. Papa smiles and nods at you. While you apply the balm, gently, since your da has probably learned his lesson by now, Papa quizzes you. “Lavender's a good pick, but what else have ya made that is good for a scrape?” You think while you apply the fragrant paste. “Mm, I think...the calendula one?” “Very good, Sprout.” Papa nods. Da chimes in, “What if I had fallen and also sprained my wrist?” You grin. “Easy, Kavi's favorite, comfrey leaves.” You roll your eyes. As long as you've known him, Kavi has touted comfrey leaf for any ache or muscle strain and even makes bone-knit from it. You have no fondness for the plant beyond its use since the leaves are prickly. As you continue to work and gently wrap each fake wound your fathers hum in approval and make comments and adjustments to your methods. Papa grins big as he watches you. “Won't be long and we can teach ya bone-settin'.” Da shakes his head. “My love, I think you'd make a marvelous subject for that lesson.” Papa rolls his eyes. “Yer the one for hollerin' and carryin' on like a madman, I think yer better suited.” You watch as a mischievous grin spreads on your da's lips as he keeps Papa's eye. “My dear, it's not usually like you to ''complain'' about my //hollerin' and carryin' on//...” You raise an eyebrow and your papa flushes red, sputtering a floundering rebuttal but then falling quiet as he fixes Da with a stern look. You shrug your shoulders and tie off the bandage. They're always so strange. “Excellent work, little healer!” Your da praises, “I feel better already.” “Smell better too,” Papa snarks with a smile, much to your surprise. You can't help but grin at your parents as they banter with one another. Warmth blossoms in your torso, the feeling a bit sudden and strange at first. But, you shake it off since it has been a long day and you've been inhaling all manner of vapors. As you set about unwrapping the bandages so you can clean and use them again, the heat within you rises again. It's hotter this time and gives you pause. You're about to say something just as the heat ''erupts'' into an inferno exploding from your core. A scream gets caught in your throat as you double over in extreme pain, clawing at your shirt as you try to catch even a scrap of air. [[The last thing you recall is your fathers yelling your name.|This isn't going away]]

<<set $interest to 'tradin'>> You've watched your da barter, haggle, and trade with your neighbors and other townsfolk over the years and it seems to have called to you as well. Da is known for being fun-loving and charismatic, so maybe business dealings come naturally to him. Though his relationships with some of the local business owners aren't the best, they don't seem to let it damper their business relations. Who knows if your own nature will shape to be like his, but Da is certain that you can become an excellent tradesperson if you want to. Though Da has a good deal of experience, he's told you that if you want to own a shop or even become a traveling merchant, you may need to find someone to apprentice under when you're older. In Stonebrook, there is a tavern that has a few rooms to rent to travelers that would be a good fit if that were a route you'd like to take. There are, of course, a few stores to choose from that may need an apprentice. There are a few regular merchants in town such as the general goods market and the grocer that would probably take you on. Or, if you'd like to go into a more specialized market, there's a bakery and even a smith you could learn from. Your fathers have good business and personal relationships with most of them, so you feel confident that finding a good fit won't be a problem if you wish to stay on this path. Until then, Da is making you do a great deal of figures and numbers. You were hoping to join him when he goes to barter with some of the game he's recently hunted since you've not often seen him in action when it comes to that part of his dealings. Instead, you've been doing math problems at the dining table for a week. Your parents have been diligent about your education already, and you've known your numbers and what feels like all you'd ever need to know about addition and subtraction, but that hasn't stopped your da. Papa explained that it will help you be quicker and more shrewd in any deals you make, you don't want to be taken for a fool. 'Know your worths,' as Da keeps saying, 'You wouldn't trade a gold ring for a carrot.' Of course, Papa then posed that a carrot was worth more to a starving person than the ring, and that lesson got off track very fast. You sigh as you finish your fifth calculation on the price of furs. At this point, you're sure you have done all these problems before and your da just keeps rearranging a few things each time he presents one of these papers to you. You begrudgingly realize though, that your ability to work out the math in your mind has improved. The door to your home swings open, and you turn to watch as Da hustles in with a big smile on his face. He's holding a bundle wrapped in cloth. He treads over to you and sets the bundle down, taking a moment to tussle your hair and plant a kiss on the top of your head. “I grabbed a little something for you, Sprout,” he says. You eye the package and smile as you pull it towards you and unwrap the layers of cloth. Inside is a stack of books with a leather pouch on top. You start with the pouch, unrolling it to reveal a fine fountain pen complete with everything you need to mix up the ink and refill the reservoir. It's a beautiful piece that looks more like art rather than a writing utensil. There are also charcoal pencils in the pouch as well. You go through the books next, finding that they all seem to be about business practices. There's information on the seasonal values of nearly every product you can think of, details on how trade varies throughout the known world, and even advice about managing stock and adjusting prices based on how old things get. You did not even know such books existed. The final volume is a thick leather-bound tome with fine silver-edged paper. You unwrap the binding string only to flip it open and find it blank. It's a journal. Your da pats the journal with his hand. “Maybe you won't need this for a while, but now you'll have something to write down your ideas or ledgers in if you need. The paper can be removed from the binding as well so you can refill it.” “Thank you, Da.” “You're welcome. Now, I think that is quite enough numbers for today. You ought to come help me offload some of these hides. Maybe we can use that adorable face of yours to get a good deal, yeah?” You roll your eyes but struggle to hide your excitement. After loading a small cart with a stack of hides, fur, and dried meat that Da has diligently prepared, you set off down the road into the center of town. Stonebrook isn't a large place, but it houses a few hundred people, enough that commerce flows fairly easily and you can get to know each other easily. Your little homestead is just a little ways from the town proper, though – due to the surrounding trees and brush – it feels like a whole forest separates it from home. You pass Kavi's clinic on the way and wave to Betony as she strings up linens to dry in the sun. A smile sets on your face. This would be nice. Traveling, seeing familiar faces, maybe making a name for yourself. It is quite exciting when traveling merchants visit on their way to the cities. Maybe you could be that interesting figure that pops into town with unusual foods and baubles from across the land? Da makes his rounds, dropping off orders that were arranged prior before you visit the blacksmith and general store to see what deals you can make. Da tells you that this is his favorite part, just working with friends and other common folk, rather than the 'uptight' ones that run some of the stores. He may have a point; they seem more excited to see you and do business – you even earn a few copper pieces by helping unload the purchases. Sure enough, both the blacksmith and general goods owner give Da a hard time, but it's interesting to watch them haggle with each other. It looks a lot like arguing, but you do notice that Da is quite good at diffusing offended shop-keeps. He still smiles and makes comments that get them to laugh no matter how irritated they seem to get at his prices. In the end, your da makes reasonable adjustments to his requests, and you walk away with a fair price for most of your goods, plus a few sundries in lieu of gold – including a bag of sweets that the general store owner gave you. You feel that it may just be a bribe to marry her daughter. As you travel back, Da sets you on the donkey that pulls the cart while he walks beside you. “This was more fun with you, Sprout,” he says. “I had fun too. I think I understand why the blacksmith doesn't like you now.” You smirk as your father guffaws back at you, a surprised look on his face, though he tries to school it into indignation. “Well, we'll see how you feel when I make you deal with them in my stead.” “Easy.” “Easy?” “Yeah, easy. I'll just bring them a gift. The smithy is a repeat customer, and they bought a lot from you, even though they hate your jokes. You should do something nice for them.” Da thinks for a moment. “Oh....Well, shoot, you are good at this.” You both share a laugh and a well of warmth fills your stomach. It takes you aback for a moment as it feels different as if you just drank tea straight from a hot kettle. You shake it off, but then the sensation comes right back. But, it doesn't just swell and fade like before. It grows. And then it ''erupts''. You gasp for air and claw at your clothes, burning from the inside. You fall from your perch. [[The last thing you recall is Da yelling your name.|This isn't going away]]

<<set $interest to 'cookin'>> Both your parents can cook, but Papa's cooking is by far the best. Basic cooking is a common skill everywhere you go, but cooking that stands out from the rest will earn you coin and a place in the hearts of countless customers. Da has even told you that in some wealthy families, special cooks will reside with them and may even be treated like friends or family since meals are a special time for most people. Every inn and tavern needs a good cook to keep patrons happy and fed. With some extra learning, you could even run your own, and also grow your own food. And then, there are big meals for special occasions and feasts. Though the gods peeled back their influence hundreds of years ago, celebrations in their honor did not stop. Many churches still thrive and rely on cooks to help them prepare for the holidays as do many families that celebrate privately. Every person needs to eat, and the allure of eating well is a powerful calling as is simply having someone do the work for you. A great deal of joy can be imparted by making and serving something delicious, especially if you get to share that with those you cherish the most. Cooking is a skill you can use in your personal life or as a means to market yourself. You can't go wrong. Papa has set about teaching you a good foundation for cooking. You've watched him and your da for years already and have picked up quite a lot. But Papa can also teach you about seasonings – herbs and special dried and ground foods – that can make your meals special and desirable to a paying customer. Not only this, but he knows a lot about how to prepare food for cooking – the best ways to cut particular meats, how long to pickle vegetables or cure meat. You're surprised at how much thought must go into food preservation to get into how best to use it. Your papa also explains that food preservation may work differently depending on where you are. In the far north, where his father is from, they have lots of natural cold storage for most of the year, but here in the central region, you can really only use such methods for maybe a couple of seasons. In the southernmost regions, some food is buried to preserve it or it may be fermented. For the first weeks of your lessons, you have done a lot of chopping, grinding, pickling, and – your favorite – sampling. Papa encourages taking frequent tastes of seasonings to see how you think they would pair with other things. You've mixed several herbs with different kinds of butter and oils to try on pieces of bread while Papa tests what you think would also go with the flavors – what meats or vegetables could work together to make a delicious dish. He also teaches you about textures and how they should mix and complement each other, and to try to keep in mind that many people may be adverse to certain ones. There's a lot to be mindful of if you're going to be cooking for many different types of people. You're currently sorting through herbs as you string them up to dry in the pantry. Papa has a special rack for it, which has significantly expanded since you began experimenting with flavors. Even if you can't use them all soon, they won't go to waste and will keep for a long time. “Sprout?” Papa calls you from the kitchen, so you set down your herbs and plod out to greet him. He smiles at you if the movement of his beard is any indication. He's carrying a rolled-up leather satchel and gestures for you to join him at the dining table. As you take a seat with him, you also notice a new mortar and pestle sitting in the middle of the table – big and beautiful, appearing to be made out of a rich black stone, perhaps granite. Papa slides them over towards you. “These are for you.” You gawk. The tools are common and often cheap, like the one Papa keeps in his own kitchen supplies, but this is one of significant quality that you may only see in a city kitchen that caters to the wealthy. You reach out and caress the glossy exterior; it's cold and perfectly smooth. Both have a good amount of heft to them – if cooking doesn't work out, you could about fashion them into weapons. “These too.” Your papa says, setting the leather bundle down on the table in front of you. “You must promise ta be careful with 'em.” “Of course, Papa,” you say as you begin unrolling the package, revealing something else shiny. Metal glints back at you, sharp metal. A set of pristine cooking knives. You are so giddy that you cannot speak and warmth floods your torso as you run your hand along the handles. Your mind fills with how many things you can chop and carve through with these. The blades look sharper than Da's sword. Papa reaches under the table and grabs a small sack, holding it up. “Shall we test 'em?” He asks as he pulls out a large tomato from it. You nod eagerly and rise so you can gather your tools and take them to the chopping block. Papa sets out a few of the plump fruits for you, explaining that they'll be eaten with tonight's dinner, so you can chop them any way you like. Setting to work, you test your blade on the tender tomato flesh and it yields as if it were air. You slice the first tomato with a few quick motions. Papa gawks as well, but also samples a slice, touting that it tastes better for having been cut by you. You just roll your eyes and continue to slice and chop. It does not matter how thick or thin, your knives cut right through like magic, and you begin to wonder if the blades are enchanted. After you have satisfied your itch to try out your knives, Papa sets to work on a stew and has you grind his seasonings and peel a slew of vegetables. He eyes you closely the whole time, and you know that he frets about you cutting yourself. He corrects your grip a couple of times and chides you for cutting something while it's in your hand. Once the ingredients are in the pot, stewing together, your papa sits you down again and kneels in front of your chair. He's so big that he still towers over you. “I used to cook with my momma. She taught me all I know. Wouldn't trade that for anything. Even if you don't want to do it for a livin', I hope you like doin' this with me.” “Of course I do, Papa.” You reach your small arms around Papa's neck and hug him close. There's a shine in his eyes as you part and he looks at you. “Yer da is goin' to be so spoiled.” He shakes his head. You laugh. “He already is.” Heat blossoms in your torso as you enjoy the moment with your papa. It's a funny feeling, a bit like what you felt earlier, but stronger. Shaking it off, you take a breath to ask your papa about making a sweetie for tonight. The words never leave you, as the heat suddenly turns into a fire that sweeps the air right from your lungs. It ''erupts'' and you choke on your words instead, doubling over as it consumes you as you claw at your chest for some sort of relief. [[The last thing you recall is Da yelling your name.|This isn't going away]]

Just like the very first time the illness took you, it was sudden and violent. You felt like ages had passed since the first occurrence and had long dismissed it as a one-time fluke. You were very wrong. You recall the feeling of fire in your chest and stomach, screaming, and grasping furiously for breath. You remember your name being called with fear and desperation. You remained completely unconscious for a time, but similar to the last time, your mind became aware long before your body did. You found yourself at Kavi's clinic with his wife, Betony. You could smell some sort of herb burning while Da spoke gently to you as he smeared a salve over your neck and chest. The burning sensation was still present within you, and with every breath, you nearly choked. You remember Papa repeating the same thing over and over. “Not again. Please, not again.” Unfortunately, your mind ended up conscious for most of that bout. Trapped in your own thoughts with eyes and mouth that would not obey your will. The pain and struggle for air were constants. It felt similar to how thin the air feels just above the surface of water. You won't quite drown or suffocate, but the threat is a steadfast feeling. The physical symptoms were much worse this time. Your limbs twitched on their own and ached. Your fathers attended to you day and night, even holding you for hours on end when you felt shivering cold despite the feeling of heat from within. You gradually regained the ability to at least open your eyes and mouth, but could not speak or move on your own power. Papa coated you in salves for relief, and burnt sage with other herbs around you while Da slowly fed you broths and teas infused with medicines. It was four terrible days that time, which felt like months to you, but just like the last – the symptoms abated as quickly as they had set in. No residual aches or soreness, no evidence that you were ever so ill that you were bedridden. The healers were perplexed. Betony checked at least a dozen tomes, books, and scrolls for anything resembling whatever you had experienced, but found nothing conclusive. Kavi had never seen anything similar in all his years as a healer, and he had come from a long line of medicine men and women. The best determination he could make was that it was a sickness you inherited from your birth parents. Kavi posited that it could have been why your mother did not make it through childbirth or maybe why your second parent could never be found. He had knowledge of other family illnesses, but none whose symptoms set in so suddenly and violently. Most had mild but more constant symptoms – and none of them abated with no trace left behind. From there, Kavi offered to study you closely and keep notes, thinking you may even have a previously unknown condition. [[The Twinflower clinic quickly became a second home to you.]]

At least you got to see your closest friends a lot. Aster still had a lot of health issues too, but his were more understood than whatever was happening to you, and he was growing out of them as he got older. You played together often, and your parents made you both drink disgusting teas all the time. Yarrow liked to pester you about it, but you could always see the concern in his eyes and worry in his tone. He snuck honey to you to ease the bitterness. Kavi and Betony examined you often over the next several years. They looked inside your mouth and ears, touched your throat, listened to your heart, and even took your blood and urine – you weren't exactly thrilled about either of those things, and you certainly did not care to see how they used them. Aster and Yarrow were really supportive, and after a while, they stopped treating you as if you were made of glass, much to your relief. The feeling of normalcy was a boon to your peace of mind. Your parents never wanted you to be alone if they could help it, so if you weren't with your papa or da, you were with at least one of the Twinflowers, even the oldest sisters – twin hellions – Sage and Poppy. The illness came for you more often after the second occurrence. It wasn't always as severe though, which only raised more questions. Often, it felt as mild as any regular malaise, but during other bouts, you were bedridden. The worst were the episodes of extreme pain. They would burst through you in sudden waves and could rack you for days. It would feel like burning at first, just like in the beginning, but sometimes it would feel as if your bones were splitting apart. During the most severe bouts, your body would convulse violently. As you got older, you were awake for longer during each event, much to your chagrin. Your parents tried every remedy they could find. Da took you on long trips to neighboring towns to see every healer that could be found. He would bring Kavi's notes along, with every detail they had since you were five years old. People did rituals over you, smacked you with all manner of plants, placed heated stones over your skin, and had you drink things that made you gag. Nothing helped, and the illness always came back eventually. Though the gods had pulled back their influence over humans hundreds of years prior – closing their churches and sending followers home – Papa and you met with a few lingering sects. Da seemed hesitant to allow it at first. Papa still liked to pray sometimes, though he knew his words went unheard. He said there was still comfort in it for him. The city closest to you, Lale, still had a temple to Hayat that seemed to have a rather large congregation. Though Hayat – being the catalyst for life – was related, but not the best fit for your situation, your fathers didn't see the harm in asking the sect for help. They were a very kind group as well. Da feared they may be like the god-zealots that you had heard rumors of – groups that did not take the parting of the gods well and still made efforts to bring back their influence. These cults tended to twist and manipulate the teachings of their gods into things that were often abysmal. As hundreds of years had passed, they had fallen far from their original purposes. This remnant of Hayat's church was nothing like that. They sought to help all people with all manner of things, just like the god had when he walked among his people. Some of them even still wielded the old magic, but even with it, they could not understand your condition. As you aged, it was a great mercy that the frequency of the attacks lessened. Intense bouts were much rarer, and you weren't sure if it was due to you growing older and stronger, or if it had something to do with part of the treatments you tried through the years. Treatment was mostly luck and guesswork, and Kavi was not convinced it was actually what was helping. The best, and perhaps the only treatment that made a definite difference ended up being a tea that Aster had come up with when he began to study medicine with his father. It actually provided relief from your symptoms, particularly the pain, during severe attacks. It was a plant he found out in the woods, something widely regarded as useless by other healers, with a purple flower and leaves that opened up like fans. Aster was drawn to it perhaps because it was about the only growing thing that had not been tried yet, but when you drank it while ill, the pain eased. It felt like a miracle after so many failed medicines. You wept. Nothing had given you one bit of relief before. You began drinking the tea every day. Flares of your illness had no pattern, so Kavi agreed that it was best to try ingesting it each day with the hopes that it would prevent symptoms. The plant was common, even invasive, according to Papa. You collected and dried mountains of it. You drank tea with it twice per day to start, and your lapses into misery eased even more. Though it did not solve your problem, you were ready to take any iota of reprieve, especially during the most painful episodes. Also, it didn't taste too bad, especially with honey – something Yarrow was happy to supply you with. [[Life was easier for all of you after that.]]

You focused on growing into the $manwoperson you wanted to be. Papa continued his logging and building without being too paranoid to venture far from home. Da kept up hunting and fishing to sell meat and skins to the townspeople. And you kept up with <<if $interest is 'choppin'>>learning logging with your papa, keeping good care of your trusty axe, though as you got bigger, you were able to fit a full-sized handle to it.<<elseif $interest is 'woodin'>>working on your carpentry skills. The tools your papa gave you saw frequent use, especially during days you were stuck in bed, but able to use your hands.<<elseif $interest is 'swordin'>>learning swordplay from your da. You held a great love for your wooden practice sword, even after your parents saw fit to make you the real one. It hangs as a testament to your hard work in your bedroom.<<elseif $interest is 'archin'>>learning archery from your da. The bow has served you well through the years, and you're now known around town for your almost frighteningly precise aim.<<elseif $interest is 'healin'>>your studies in medicine. It didn't take too long for your fathers to exhaust their knowledge on the subject, unfortunately. However, they eventually did find books for you to learn from until you began working with Kavi and Aster. You are sure to take your medicine bag with you everywhere just in case.<<elseif $interest is 'tradin'>>your studies on trade and merchandising. You quickly filled your first journal with advice collected from your da and the shopkeepers you encountered. It did not take many years for some of Da's more cantankerous customers to take to you to do business, not that Da was terribly upset by that.<<elseif $interest is 'cookin'>>learning to cook. You and Papa shared a lot of good moments, testing old recipes and making new ones. You only set the kitchen ablaze twice, but both times your food still turned out great. You found yourself getting frequent requests for your dishes.<</if>> Aster was still your closest friend, and he never even bragged about finding your miracle plant. Though, he called it Creeping Sprout to subtly tease you about the pet name your fathers called you. He stayed with you a great deal when you took ill. It helped to have someone around that understood what it was like. Yarrow was still around as well, though he was no longer Yarrow. On his Name Day, after years of taunting you about his secret chosen name, he gave himself the name, 'Oswin.' It took a while to get accustomed to calling him that, but after a time you knew it as well as you had his birth name. Oswin's name day had stirred up you and Aster, and you thought harder about your own names. Aster was not as good as his brother at keeping his options a secret from you, though. Once he had an idea for one, it was only a matter of time before he could no longer keep it from you. Not that chosen names should remain secret, but the surprise was sort of fun. His name day arrived just a few years after Oswin's, and he called himself, 'Emre.' He smiled so much that day that his cheeks stayed pink into the night. It made you feel that there really was something magical about it. [[You only had a year, almost to the date, to wait until your own name day.]]

The day has finally arrived; it is the ninth day of the Spring season. You're at the dawn of your fourteenth cycle; the day you will take on your true name and head into your first steps towards adulthood. Traditionally, a household would invite every family member and friend they could think of and all guests would bring gifts, food, and sometimes written blessings and speeches to honor the special day. Da has been more than excited to plan something as extravagant as you can afford and Papa has been less enthusiastic about that but supportive. Your grandmother wrote to you months back saying she would visit. Given how seldom you hear from her, you were a little surprised that she remembered your birth season, let alone the day. When asked what type of celebration you preferred, you chose... [[a large party, inviting absolutely everyone you could think of.][$ReservedOutgoing to Math.clamp($ReservedOutgoing - 10, 0, 100)]] [[something extremely small – just Papa, Da, and Grandmother.][$ReservedOutgoing to Math.clamp($ReservedOutgoing + 8, 0, 100)]] [[something in the middle – your family and the Twinflower family – even the actual twins.]]

After 14 years of waiting, everyone was going to be required to celebrate your next step in life. The whole town heard of the event. You invited the whole Twinflower family, even Sage and Poppy, who seemed surprised and delighted with a familiar glint of mischief in their eyes. Growing up in tandem had made you all close (whether you liked it or not) and you could never leave them out – Emre and Oswin always had your back. Kavi gave his all to doctor you, Betony even nursed you as a baby, and the twins – as you found out by accident recently – had been secretly and aggressively protective of you and Emre when you were small. Papa and Da's business partners and friends were invited, the shopkeepers, all the children you attended lessons and played with over the years, even the desk-eating girl, everyone was fair game. The townspeople seemed to light up at your enthusiasm, even if they had to decline. The group of gossiping widows were thrilled and gushed about the food they would bring. [[It would be a precious day to remember.]]

The Twinflowers had become an extension of your own family over the years, so you wanted to invite them. Even though Sage and Poppy could be insufferable pests, they were oddly protective of you in their own way. Through the years, other children who thought it fun to harass you and Emre ended up with mysterious and itchy rashes, or a bed full of lizards, and in one particularly worrying case – a close call with a pair of throwing knives. Emre and Oswin had been your closest friends for years and you spent nearly every day with Emre, and his own mother had nursed you as a baby since he was nearly weened at the time. That was an interesting revelation. Oswin was becoming a busy adult, though he was still important to you. And you could never forget Kavi's determination to heal and comfort you. Naturally, you needed them with you for this next step and they were pleased to join you. [[It would be a precious day to remember.]]

You began your party by preparing and pampering yourself. Your parents had provided all that you needed to look and feel the way you wanted to today. A long bath relaxed and refreshed you. Da gifted you your favorite soaps and oils so that you could be as spoiled as possible. You're pretty sure they cost a good bit of gold, but your da did have a love for some extravagant things, even Papa couldn't always rein him in. As the last weeks of the cold season began to drift off, your parents also had special clothing of your taste made, along with a few items of jewelry. Papa roasted meat for anyone who wanted it. Da prepared a huge vegetable stew. Grandmother made bread with you the day before – you knew she could cook, but you didn't know she was so adept at bread-making – though, she insisted on using her axe handle to help knead the dough and the blade to divide the loaves. The look on Da's face was hilarious. [[The celebration was wonderful.]]

Grandmother even seemed happy and sociable, though she did keep her axe with her the entire visit, but then, that's what she was always known for. Stories about you were traded all day. You learned a great deal about what you meant to everyone. Things you never knew before. There were tears of joy and of sorrow whenever your illness was brought up. It struck a chord with you that even your stoic and strong grandmother shared her regrets that she was never around much when you took sick. You always knew that the threat of death loomed over you during those times, but you did not know the depth of the grief it caused your loved ones. The fear of loss was profound, but the joy that you were still fighting and living was stronger. Even though you may not have been born as part of this family or part of this town, you belonged. This is where your start in life was. You would still learn and grow, but now you could begin to choose //how// from here on out. You spent the first full 13 years as Ravinder Northbreaker, and you were here to pronounce who you would be for the next 13 and more, whether you would continue to carry your grandmother's namesake or another. The first thing to do on your new journey was to speak your true name to those who loved you first. As evening settled and the conversation and laughter died down, you presented yourself in front of everyone and said, “I am, <<textbox "$mc" "Your first name" "Northbreaker.">>Northbreaker.” <span id="r1" class="look"><<link "Click to show suggestion list.">><<reveal "r1" "Choose Wisely" "Name Bank">><</link>></span> [[Everyone cheered.|Northbreaker.]]

<<set $nameday to true>><<nobr>> <<if $mc is 'Ravinder'>>Your grandmother took you aside that night when the party was over and all was quiet. You sat outside for a long time listening to the few nocturnal insects that had shaken off the cold season and the wind rustling through the trees. It was chilly, but Grandmother's presence beside you was a warm comfort. You knew she had something to say. Just like Papa, it just took her a while to find the right words. <br> <br> "Yer a fine $manwoperson already, Ravinder." She smirked. "So I guess I can agree the name suits ya." <br> <br> You laughed and rolled your eyes. "You're more like Da than you'd ever care to admit, aren't you." <br> <br> She scoffed, elbowing you. "Don't ya dare tell 'im. I'll skin ya both." She tapped her axe handle against the floor, the swirling patterns in the blade catching the light of the moon. "Though, yer da would snip that I d'n do it right." <br> <br> You couldn't help but laugh at that. Da and your grandmother had such an unusual relationship. They both seemed to mask how much respect and admiration they had for each other. <br> <br> "Ya d'nt have t'carry m'name, but I'd be lyin' if I pretended I didn't feel honored – no matter yer reasonin'. On my own Name Day, I ne'er thought I'd see real love. Ne'er thought I'd bear a child. Ne'er thought that child would bring me a gran'child..." <br> <br> <<else>> Your grandmother took you aside that night, when the party was over and all was quiet. You sat outside for a long time listening to the few nocturnal insects that had shaken off cold season and the wind rustling through the trees. It was chilly, but Grandmother's presence beside you was a warm comfort. You knew she had something to say. Just like Papa, it just took her a while to find the right words. <br> <br> "Yer a fine $manwoperson already, $mc." She smirked. "...and I suppose yer not half bad at pickin' names.<<if $mc is 'Noodles'>> Pasta will never let ya down. That son'a mine mus'nt feed ya enough.<</if>>" <br> <br> You laughed and rolled your eyes. "You're more like Da than you'd ever care to admit, aren't you." <br> <br> She scoffed, elbowing you. "Don't ya dare tell 'im. I'll skin ya both." She tapped her axe handle against the floor, the swirling patterns in the blade catching the light of the moon. "Though, yer da would snip that I didn't do it right." <br> <br> You couldn't help but laugh at that. Da and your grandmother had such an unusual relationship. They both seemed to mask how much respect and admiration they had for each other. <br> <br> "I'm proud of ya. Yer makin' a name for yerself and comin' into yer own on yer own terms...When I chose my own name, I ne'er thought I'd see real love. Ne'er thought I'd bear a child. Ne'er thought that child would bring me a gran'child..." <</if>> <</nobr>> "Grandmother..." You start, though you aren't sure what else to say. "I know, I've been absent...and I'm gonna change that soon. I need ta see yer next 13 years. Need ta be here if yer sick, or te scare that Oswin 'way from ya – don't like the look in that one's eyes." "Oh, Oswin is fine, he's just moody." "His heart is fickle. Boy like that's trouble." Your grandmother had always kept a distance before. You were never quite sure why as she didn't speak on it much. Papa had told you when you were young that she was one of the last of a tribe of nomads that roamed all over Iroda before it was divided into provinces. When he was young, they always traveled. Grandmother kept the same route, taking her high into the mountains of the north and to the coast in the south. He believed that she kept the same path each year. Perhaps she would finally retire from the old ways and settle down. It was quiet for a long while after that and you simply enjoyed the sounds of the night together until grandmother spoke one more time. "There's a long road ahead, child, and it won't be easy fer ya. Ya won't know what's comin' both good 'n' bad. Keep yer axe sharp and yer mind sharper." [[For the first time in your life, your grandmother placed a kiss on your head.]]

*Over the next 10 years.... After your Name Day, a lot changed. It was slow at first and some years were faster and more fraught than others. You continued to grow and transform, but so did everyone else. Emre remained your faithful friend. You were together nearly every day still, causing fun bits of chaos on occasion and always supporting one another on misadventures. Health improved for both of you, but that didn't mean you were ever far from the Twinflower Clinic. <<if $interest is 'healin'>>Both you and Emre studied herbalism under Kavi and Betony, though Emre was their full apprentice as he aspired to take over the clinic for them. They were still very attentive to your studies and it was helpful to have Emre at your side to learn with. The town of Stonebrook had grown over the years and you and Emre often found yourselves tending to some of the more minor illnesses and injuries of the townspeople. During severe bouts of your illness that took you out of the field, Emre cared for you almost exclusively, even staying at your bedside all night when your fathers needed respite. Emre mentioned aspirations of running the clinic alongside you, but you were undecided as to what the future would hold. <<else>> Emre was still studying herbalism under his parents and he showed great promise as a healer. During severe bouts of your illness, Emre cared for you almost exclusively, even staying at your bedside all night when your fathers needed respite.<</if>> Oswin changed too. The few days after your Name Day were probably the last that you saw him happy with you. You don't know what happened to this day. You knew that even before your Name Day that Oswin was maturing and could sometimes be short with you, but it became worse. He slowly began showing aggravation towards you. If he and Emre were spending time together, and you joined just like you always had before, his hackles would go up. It was strange; he seemed shifty and uncomfortable with your presence and it worsened until you felt you were almost strangers. You never knew if you'd done anything wrong, and Emre didn't have any answers either. Perhaps your grandmother was right about him being fickle. Although, you could never totally believe that Oswin had abandoned your friendship or hated you. A particularly horrible flair of your illness during your 18th year saw to that. Your parents described it as being one of the worst they remembered, but you had very little recollection of it yourself. You screamed a great deal, and your body convulsed off and on for days. Everyone was terrified that the illness would finally kill you after being controlled for so long. You were bedridden and mostly unconscious for a long time. When you finally awoke and began to get your bearings, you realized that Oswin was at your bedside. As your awareness increased, you realized he was holding your hand and weeping with his face pressed down in your bed as he mumbled something. You realized as you listened, that it was a prayer to Hayat – the god of life – the same god who repealed the intercession of gods in human lives. Oswin had never professed any faith before, quite the opposite. Though the gods had left humans to their own nearly a thousand years ago, Oswin would grumble if they were ever mentioned, as if they had wronged him personally. But, you found him praying for your life to be spared. It was then that you knew he never hated you. You managed to speak his name, and his head shot up with the strangest tangle of emotions on his face. You'll never forget the tears in his eyes, but he refused to ever speak to you about that moment. Even with Oswin's strange behavior, you never wanted for friendship, there were others in the town around your age, and eventually, Emre and you became quite close with a sweet girl named Willow Arbore, the daughter of one of your papa's business associates. She and Emre connected well, as she aspired to be a midwife.<<if $interest is 'healin'>> Though your interests also aligned, Willow was never quite as taken with you as she was with Emre. You did learn a great deal from each other and how your chosen fields intersected. She was especially gifted when it came to infants and children and had a great love for them.<</if>> They often studied together and in just a couple of years, you could see something extra special bloom between them. [[The years were not always kind to you, though.]]

You grieved for your grandmother. What happened to her remained a mystery; though she lived as a traveler, she always contacted you and your fathers each time she relocated without fail, and never went longer than half a cycle without at least a letter, if not a visit. More often, you saw her once per season. After the second year of no contact, Papa finally concluded that the worst must have happened. As far as any of you knew, she was in good health – though on in years – she was nowhere near what you'd call too old to travel. He and Da had written as many contacts as they could find across her usual routes, and no one had even heard rumors of her. She was a bit famous in the areas she frequented, and if she were alive, someone would have heard of it. Papa took it very hard. Though he and Grandmother were quiet people, they had a deep bond. She had raised Papa on her own and taught him everything she knew, though she always said that his gentle nature was inherited from his father. You were deeply saddened that your grandmother was lost to you. You always remembered the promise that she made to be closer. You knew she had some business to take care of, things that she wouldn't say to make that happen, but you never imagined it would claim her life and keep her from you forever.<<if $player_name is 'Ravinder'>> You were more determined than ever to carry on the legacy of Ravinder Axemaiden. Her name was a source of pride and strength that you would call upon for the rest of your days.<</if>> [[It's time to start your next journey.]]

It is the dawn of the first day of your 24th year, your birthday. As you gaze into the mirror, what do you see? Body Type: <<listbox "$bodytype" autoselect>> <<option "broad and sturdy">> <<option "athletic and agile">> <<option "curvy">> <<option "toned and lean">> <<option "slender">> <<option "voluptuous">> <</listbox>> Hair length: <<listbox "$hairlength" autoselect>> <<option "very long">> <<option "long">> <<option "shoulder length">> <<option "chin length">> <<option "short">> <<option "very short">> <</listbox>> Hair texture: <<listbox "$hairtexture" autoselect>> <<option "tightly curled">> <<option "loosely curled">> <<option "wavy">> <<option "straight">> <<option "frizzy">> <</listbox>> <<set $bits to false>> [[Next|creation part 2]]

<<nobr>> <<if $hairlength is 'very long'>>How do you usually style your hair: <<listbox "$hairstyle" autoselect>> <<option "tied up in a tail">> <<option "bound in a braid">> <<option "bound in multiple braids">> <<option "loose">> <<option "half tied in a tail">> <<option "in a tight bun">> <<option "in a messy bun">> <</listbox>> <</if>> <<if $hairlength is 'long'>>How do you usually style your hair: <<listbox "$hairstyle" autoselect>> <<option "tied up in a tail">> <<option "bound in a braid">> <<option "bound in multiple braids">> <<option "loose">> <<option "half tied in a tail">> <<option "in a tight bun">> <<option "in a messy bun">> <</listbox>> <</if>> <<if $hairlength is 'shoulder length'>>How do you usually style your hair: <<listbox "$hairstyle" autoselect>> <<option "tied up in a tail">> <<option "bound in a braid">> <<option "bound in multiple braids">> <<option "loose">> <<option "half tied in a tail">> <<option "in a tight bun">> <<option "in a messy bun">> <</listbox>> <</if>> <<if $hairlength is 'chin length'>>How do you usually style your hair: <<listbox "$hairstyle" autoselect>> <<option "in braids">> <<option "loose">> <<option "half tied in a tail">> <</listbox>> <</if>> <<if $hairlength is 'short'>>How do you usually style your hair: <<listbox "$hairstyle" autoselect>> <<option "in tight braids">> <<option "loose">> <<option "swept to one side">> <</listbox>> <</if>> <<if $hairlength is 'very short'>>How do you usually style your hair: <<listbox "$hairstyle" autoselect>> <<option "as it is naturally">> <<option "pushed back">> <<option "spiked up">> <</listbox>> <</if>> <</nobr>> [[Your hair started going grey prematurely.|1.greyhair][$anygreyhair to true]] [[No other changes to your hair. Continue.|creation part 3][$anygreyhair to false]]

<<nobr>> <<if $interest is 'choppin'>>You've kept an interest in logging with your papa over the years. Much to his pride, you're quite good at it. Your axe has become an extension of yourself, though your efforts were not without the occasional error. You bear a mark from such an occurrence.<<elseif $interest is 'woodin'>>Over the years, your interest in carpentry and fine woodworking has grown, as has your skill. Your papa beams with pride with each one of your creations. You know your tools as well as you know yourself, though, in your learning, your execution was not always flawless. You bear the mark of one such slip.<<elseif $interest is 'swordin'>>The years have made you adept at wielding a sword. In fact, you now give your da a run for his gold each time you spar. You've also drawn the attention of others with an interest in sparring with or learning from you. Your experiences haven't left you unscathed though.<<elseif $interest is 'archin'>>You are now almost as renowned with a bow as your da. You've won a few smaller tournaments with your skill and managed to place fourth in the city of Lale's tourney last year against some very seasoned archers – the sort who are employed by the monarchy. Though, your efforts haven't left you unmarked.<<elseif $interest is 'healin'>>Your determination has already made you a fine healer. You've studied hard and had to do a great deal of self-study to get where you are. People from all over Stonebrook have sought you for help with all manner of ails. Some of your medicines even rival Emre's. However, your quests to work with medicine have not always gone smoothly.<<elseif $interest is 'tradin'>>Much to your da's relief, you have developed great skill in trade and bartering. Most townsfolk and merchants enjoy working with you, and you find yourself cutting deals with ease. You've managed to secure a good deal in savings just by working with the locals and assisting your parents with the business portion of their crafts. However, business isn't without its risks and you've the marks to prove it.<<elseif $interest is 'cookin'>>You've become known as the master of any kitchen. Your fathers both think that any day now, the three emperors will be clamoring for your services. Each holiday, you get a pile of requests for your food and were even specifically requested to prepare a feast for a governing official in Lale. Despite your skill, mishaps are common in the kitchen, and you bear the marks to prove it.<</if>> <</nobr>> *You must select one: <<nobr>> <<if $interest is 'choppin'>> <<radiobutton "$interestwound" "axescarbelowrightknee" autocheck>> Just a couple years into logging with Papa, you found yourself a bit careless – maybe over-confident – and missed your mark while splitting a log. You managed to bring your newly sharpened axe head directly into your right leg. Thankfully, it did not get embedded, but you ended up with a nasty cut that Kavi had to sew shut. The mark is faded a bit with age but runs nearly halfway down your leg below the knee. <br> <br> <<radiobutton "$interestwound" "treescrapeonleftshoulder" autocheck>> You ended up with a nasty tear in your left shoulder blade one day while felling a tree. Ironically, it wasn't the tree you were cutting that ended up giving you the wound. An adjacent tree was weak from a recent storm and fell along with yours, but its trajectory was towards you. You barely managed to avoid being crushed but took a nasty hit to your shoulder as the tree scraped you. At least, in the end, you were able to use both trees. <br> <br> <<radiobutton "$interestwound" "punctureinrightarm" autocheck>> Embarrassingly, you managed to injure yourself by sheer clumsiness. While felling trees, you caught your shoe on a root and managed to tumble down what felt like the biggest hill in the known world. You rolled and rolled, smacking every rock and stick there was to be found. You were unconscious for a bit after, but your papa roused you and got you back home. You had cuts and bruises everywhere, but the worst was that a thin sharp stick had managed to deeply puncture your right arm. It bled a lot, but you were otherwise fine. <</if>> <<if $interest is 'woodin'>> <<radiobutton "$interestwound" "scaracrosshand" autocheck>> You discovered early on in your experiences with carpentry, that sometimes the smallest tools can do the most damage. While etching an intricate pattern into a table leg, your blade slipped and ripped through the opposite hand that you had mistakenly placed in the direction you were cutting. It bled a great deal and had to be sewn shut. You now have a dark scar across the top of one hand. <br> <br> <<radiobutton "$interestwound" "scaronbackofthigh" autocheck>> You bear a scar on the back of one thigh from a tragic sitting accident. As you were testing a chair you had designed, feeling perhaps a bit over-confident that the structure was sound, the piece gave way. It collapsed in spectacular fashion and you with it, sending one of the iron nails you had used directly under the flesh of your thigh. You very quietly treated your wound and ended up with a scar that few would see. <br> <br> <<radiobutton "$interestwound" "lefttemplemark" autocheck>> A benign-looking mark sits just at your left temple, partially skewed by your hairline. It is barely noticeable now, though the experience that led to it was a bit frightening. As you were measuring and cutting logs into planks for a big project, a large board you had propped up and turned your back on lost its balance. You heard a noise, so you turned to look in time as the board came down – striking you right in the head. It hit you very hard and you were unconscious for quite a while before you were found. The scrape healed fine, but you were concussed and plagued by headaches, nausea, and confusion for several days. You feared your mind would never be the same, but recovered well after some time. <</if>> <<if $interest is 'swordin'>> <<radiobutton "$interestwound" "backscar" autocheck>> It goes without saying that injuries and scars are more likely when learning such a skill as swordsmanship. You've inherited several nicks and bruises, but the worst thus far is a long scar running nearly half of your back. You won a – what was supposed to be friendly – spar with another kid when you were still in the early stages of learning with a real sword. Your opponent did not take it well, and as soon as your back was turned, he took a cheap swipe at you. His intent, he claimed, was just to give you a slight prick with the tip of his blade. He misjudged his distance and cut you from waist to shoulder – deep enough that the wound had to be packed and sewn. You had never seen your da so feral before, and the kid kept his distance from then on. <br> <br> <<radiobutton "$interestwound" "oswinscar" autocheck>> Because you were learning the sword from your da, you ran into Oswin on several occasions as he was intent on training for the guard, and Da had worked with him a great deal already. Though he had been standoffish and strange over the years with you, he was civil during training and seemed to enjoy sparring with you, though the moment you caught a glimpse of your former closeness, he rolled himself back again. During such a training, you'd both been running a little hot with aggravation, sparring like your lives were actually at risk. Oswin was trouncing you handily, and in his fervor, accidentally injured you, his blade ripping through your armor and through the top of your right arm. Oswin was immensely remorseful and cared for your wound himself. You don't think he ever quite forgave himself. <br> <br> <<radiobutton "$interestwound" "swordbuttscar" autocheck>> You have dark scar running along the middle of your left buttock. You don't like talking about it. <</if>> <<if $interest is 'archin'>> <<radiobutton "$interestwound" "stringslap" autocheck>> Learning archery from your da always left you in wonder. He was so masterful in the art, that at times it could be a little discouraging when you didn't feel like you could be as good as him. He had to remind you a lot that he had many years of practice on you and that there was no rush. You did some extra practice sometimes to work on your aim. However, one time, your thoughts were so clouded by the pressure to improve that you forgot to wear your arm guard. Your bowstring struck your forearm so hard that it split the skin wide open. It was bruised and tender for a long time and left you with a thin scar. <br> <br> <<radiobutton "$interestwound" "frontshouldershotscar" autocheck>> You'd worked very hard with your da to improve your archery skills enough to compete. The surrounding local villages held small tournaments each year around the time of other festivals and celebrations, so you were never left wanting for a place to test your skill. During one such competition, you not only placed, but you took first, unseating a reigning champion who had taken the title every year for over a decade. They did not take it well, and to show their displeasure, shot you. Thankfully, a fellow competitor was able to disrupt the shot – skewing the aim and strength of the blow. The arrow still pierced the meat of your right shoulder but did not lodge fully. Papa wrangled the perpetrator himself when the local guard failed to; you'd never seen him quite so angry. <br> <br> <<radiobutton "$interestwound" "arrowsrightbutt" autocheck>> You have three parallel scars in the center of your right buttock and you don't like talking about them. <</if>> <<if $interest is 'healin'>> <<radiobutton "$interestwound" "burnonleftlowleg" autocheck>> You wouldn't think that a field centered around healing and care could ever result in many injuries. For the most part, it is quite safe for the practitioner; however, against all odds, you've managed to gain a large scar that spans half of your lower leg below your left knee. While boiling a concoction to use in burn ointment, something in your pot reacted poorly. The cauldron boiled over and erupted, spewing the hot and – unfortunately – sticky brew at you. As you were not able to dodge fast enough, your leg, and thankfully only your leg, was coated and burned. Emre and Willow assisted you in mending the flesh afterward. Ironically, your concoction made a fantastic ointment after it had cooled, and it aided your recovery. <br> <br> <<radiobutton "$interestwound" "bitemarkleftarm" autocheck>> While assisting Kavi and Emre with a patient who was suffering from a bout of delirium, you were bitten. Unfortunately, at the time, you were alone with the woman who was supposed to be asleep after Kavi gave her a dose of a sleeping tonic. She woke suddenly, became frightened, and clamped down on your upper left arm hard enough that she drew blood – lots of it. It was horribly painful, and the patient refused to let go, being too out of mind to think rationally. You did not want to injure her since you knew she was not hurting you intentionally. Emre heard the commotion and came to your rescue, getting her to release you by throwing a powder made from hot pepper seeds at her. She let go, but the powder also made your wound burn. It wasn't a great day and you still have a bite-shaped scar to remind you. <br> <br> <<radiobutton "$interestwound" "righthandpoison" autocheck>> Early on in your learning, you had taken to rummaging through parts of the woods that people did not often frequent in search of herbs and useful plants to use in your craft. You'd been very fortunate in your findings and found a particularly nice area with all manner of valuable plants – willow trees, mushrooms, goatweed – all for you to harvest. After a visit, you found that your hands became quite itchy, which wasn't uncommon when foraging, so you thought nothing of it. Later in the night, you awoke to a burning pain on your skin. The flesh of your hands was extremely irritated, raised, and beginning to split. You'd obviously found something poisonous, though you never recalled coming across anything you could not identify. Kavi was not sure what it was either, but he had creams to help soothe it. It took days for the pain and swelling to subside, and it brought on a fever as well. Though both hands were affected, only your right was scarred, leaving a dark patch below your thumb with jagged pale lines that ran across the back of your hand. <</if>> <<if $interest is 'tradin'>> <<radiobutton "$interestwound" "neckrash" autocheck>> One would not think trading and merchandising would lead to many physical wounds – unless you were robbed – but you have found that it is not a job that will leave you unscathed. However, most bumps and bruises have been caused by small accidents and occasional clumsiness and nothing too serious. One such occasion, though, did turn serious and left you with a scar that spans your neck. As you were porting a small cart of furs for your father to a neighbor that lives a little ways out of town, your donkey became spooked. She could not be soothed, and one more sudden noise from the woods caused her to bolt. You had a leather bag slung over your shoulder that caught on the reins as the donkey ran. The strap tightened around your neck and you were dragged along the road until it finally gave way. It left a rash of torn skin with a very bad memory and a sore neck. <br> <br> <<radiobutton "$interestwound" "pinfinger" autocheck>> Your work isn't inherently too dangerous, especially as you stick very close to town and nearby villages. Though you are known to be a shrewd business dealer, you may not always take the wisest of actions. During a visit to a neighboring tavern, an unruly and very drunk patron challenged you to a game of pinfinger. You promptly ignored her and continued about your business as she carried on, trying to get your attention. She finally threw down a large sack of gold in front of you, saying that she would buy everything you had in your cart if you'd play her game. It felt like easy money. The woman was piss drunk. The sack of gold she offered for your wares would put you ahead by leaps and bounds. So, you accepted. The first one to nick themselves would lose. You were certain that she'd cut a finger in the first set. She did not. It turned out, she was quite good at the game, even while drunk. Though, you were also quite good – being sober – and lasted quite a while. Your knife came down hard on your middle finger, slicing it to the bone. Papa always made sure your knives were razor sharp. The plus to that was that it cut through so easily that you barely felt it at first. The red blood was unmistakable though. The woman cheered for her win and your performance and even helped treat the wound. She still bought a good deal of your stock and then made you a marriage proposal which you promptly turned down. <br> <br> <<radiobutton "$interestwound" "eyebrowscar" autocheck>> While returning from a trip across town to buy some supplies from a fellow merchant, you tripped and fell face-first into your wagon, giving you a nasty black eye and a split eyebrow on the right side of your face. You hit so hard that you fell unconscious and awoke to your donkey licking your ear and nuzzling you. You hadn't even realized the damage done to your face until you arrived back home and your papa practically bowled all the furniture over to get to you. Your split brow had bled enough to coat most of your face in red. You healed but your brow was never the same. Da tells you that it makes you look tough though. <</if>> <<if $interest is 'cookin'>> <<radiobutton "$interestwound" "handknifescar" autocheck>> There can be many dangers in the kitchen, though for the most part, it's a safe endeavor as long as your wits are about you. Unfortunately, though, even you have bad days. On one such day, you were lost in thought as you were cutting bread rolls in half. All manner of safe knife-handling that Papa had taught you was far from your mind at the time, and you were holding each roll, cutting them in your hand. At about the fifth roll, you discovered the error of your ways and sliced directly into your palm. You were unable to use your hand for several days afterward and got a lecture from Papa. <br> <br> <<radiobutton "$interestwound" "leftarmburn" autocheck>> Unfortunately, as you began doing bigger jobs when you became known for your food, you also had to work with other aspiring cooks. Not all of these people had the skill and wherewithal that you did, which led to some mishaps. One such mishap gave you a bad burn on your left upper arm. An assistant, working with you at a holiday banquet for a wealthy family, caused a grease fire in the small kitchen you were crammed into. The boy panicked and immediately threw a bucket of water at the flames while you were in the line of fire. The water and grease splashed up and you barely raised your arm in time to protect the side of your face. Some of the skin on your arm was left gnarled, but thankfully nothing else on you was injured. The assistant was fired and the homeowner compensated you a great deal for the trouble. <br> <br> <<radiobutton "$interestwound" "headwound" autocheck>> A pan fell on you. It scarred your forehead. You don't like talking about it. <</if>> <</nobr>> [[Continue|creation part 4]]

Though you didn't have much of an option in taking on that scar, you did have the choice of getting a permanent mark that you actually wanted. Stonebrook didn't have as many services as a city, but the leader of the town guard was an experienced tattooer and offered such services when she wasn't on duty. <<checkbox "$tat1" false true autocheck>> So far, you haven't taken her up on that offer. (If selected, skip to bottom and click 'Continue') <<checkbox "$tat2" false true autocheck>> You had a waning crescent moon on your right arm. <<checkbox "$tat3" false true autocheck>> A great bird, with wings spread, spanned your chest. <<checkbox "$tat4" false true autocheck>> Your left arm depicted a coiled snake with great fangs. <<checkbox "$tat5" false true autocheck>> The forearm on your left displayed a beautiful tree. <<checkbox "$tat6" false true autocheck>> Both hands, with fingers included, were marked with patterns of geometric lines. <<checkbox "$tat7" false true autocheck>> Your right shoulder-blade bore a fierce wolf. <<checkbox "$tat8" false true autocheck>> Your left shoulder-blade displayed a collection of flowers. <<checkbox "$tat9" false true autocheck>> You had a cuff tattooed around your left ankle, reminiscent of jewelry. [[Continue|creation 5]]

<<nobr>> <<if $tat2 is true and $tat3 is true and $tat4 is true and $tat5 is true and $tat6 is true and $tat7 is true and $tat8 is true>> You REALLY love tattoos. They provided a deep expression of yourself that you could wear for all time to just enjoy for your own sake or share with others if you wanted to. <</if>> <br> <br> <<if $tat1 is true>>At least for where you were in life thus far, tattoos just weren't for you. Maybe in the future you'd change your mind though.<</if>> <</nobr>> No matter your current stance on tattoos, one thing you could not go without – at least in public – was clothing. Being in a small town meant limited options, but you made the most of what you could find. Traveling merchants have made finding items you liked a bit easier in recent years, even if prices were a bit higher than average. *You must choose one: <<radiobutton "$clothing" "comfortable" autocheck>> You typically wore clothing that was comfortable and easy to maneuver in. <<radiobutton "$clothing" "regular" autocheck>> You weren't very particular. Simple items made from sturdy materials were good enough and easy to find. <<radiobutton "$clothing" "business" autocheck>> Your style was a bit more austere. You preferred durable and functional clothing for whatever you were doing. Nothing too garish or colorful. <<radiobutton "$clothing" "color" autocheck>> Clothing for you meant a chance to express yourself. Materials that were colorful and unique with special details were a must. <<radiobutton "$clothing" "revealing" autocheck>> Since //no clothing// wasn't always an option, the next best thing was to wear things that revealed more of your skin. [[Continue|creation 6]]

Jewelry was another option for expressing yourself... <<checkbox "$nojewel" false true autocheck>> You usually did not opt to wear such things. (If selected, skip to bottom and click 'Continue') <<checkbox "$earrings" false true autocheck>> You liked to wear earrings. <<checkbox "$necklace" false true autocheck>> You liked to wear necklaces. <<checkbox "$piercings" false true autocheck>> You had some facial piercings. <<checkbox "$lets" false true autocheck>> It was not uncommon for you to wear bracelets and/or anklets. <<checkbox "$cuff" false true autocheck>> You wore a cuff around one arm. [[Continue|creation 7]]

Are you looking upon any other distinguishing features as you gaze at the mirror? <<checkbox "$nomore" false true autocheck>> No. (If selected, skip to bottom and click 'Continue') <<checkbox "$freckles" false true autocheck>> A smattering of delightful freckles. <<checkbox "$moles" false true autocheck>> A few moles about your person. <<checkbox "$patches" false true autocheck>> Patches of skin that vary in tone. <<checkbox "$fullbeard" false true autocheck>> A big full beard. <<checkbox "$mustache" false true autocheck>> A mustache. <<checkbox "$trimbeard" false true autocheck>> A short trimmed beard. <<checkbox "$stubble" false true autocheck>> Facial hair stubble. [[Continue|creation 8]]

After reflecting for so long on how your appearance has developed, your thoughts naturally drift to who you've become as an adult. Life has not been easy for you. You suppose it could have been worse and perhaps even better, but there is no sense in dwelling on either of those options when there are only 'what if' questions you could ask. Papa and Da have provided for your needs and have tried very hard to make your life comfortable. They may not have always made the best choices for you or said the right words, but one thing you are certain of is that they have tried their best and love you dearly. As much as you may hate it, the illness has played a role in your life that is bigger than what is fair. To this day, at age 24 you still feel dependent on the care of your parents. It's not uncommon for children to dwell with their parents, sometimes for life, but you've had a niggling sense of dependence beyond your wishes. Even if your symptomatic episodes are fewer and farther between, they are still an ever-present threat to your life. One that renders you helpless and at the mercy of others. You cannot travel far on your own, someone must always know where you are or will be, and if you are a moment late, someone must come looking. It's a constant rope around your neck no matter the comforts of home. Like it or not, it has influenced who you've become. [[It's made you more withdrawn and shy][$ReservedOutgoing to Math.clamp($ReservedOutgoing + 9, 0, 100)]] [[You've become more bold and outspoken][$ReservedOutgoing to Math.clamp($ReservedOutgoing - 9, 0, 100)]] [[It's made you take a step back and just relax][$GentleAssertive to Math.clamp($GentleAssertive + 9, 0, 100)]] [[You've become a touch more aggressive.][$GentleAssertive to Math.clamp($GentleAssertive - 9, 0, 100)]] [[You sometimes find it difficult to take things lightly.][$SeriousPlayful to Math.clamp($SeriousPlayful + 9, 0, 100)]] [[You've become more adventurous and fun-seeking][$SeriousPlayful to Math.clamp($SeriousPlayful - 9, 0, 100)]] [[Your behavior can only be described as reckless.][$RecklessCautious to Math.clamp($RecklessCautious + 9, 0, 100)]] [[You've become a bit more cautious about things.][$RecklessCautious to Math.clamp($RecklessCautious - 9, 0, 100)]]

*Chapter One <html> <body> <span> <h1 style="font-size:40px;"> <span style="color:red"> <div style="text-align: center;">Growing Pains</div> </h1> </span> </body> </html> [[Start]]

<<set $romance to 'nointerest'>> Thankfully, you haven't felt pressure from those you love to get involved with such things. Right now it just isn't something you're going to dwell on. The beauty about life is that you can always change. Should you desire a relationship of some sort later, you can put yourself out there and find one. [[Anyway...|creation 10]] <<set $virgin to true>>

<<set $romance to 'experienced'>> They didn't last for one reason or another. You're glad for some experience and they were mostly kind. Maybe something will stick one of these days. [[Anyway...|creation 10]] <<set $virgin to false>>

<<set $romance to 'onlyphysical'>> It wasn't always easy to get some privacy to explore these relationships, but you've managed. Bringing your partner home wasn't always an option, but you have noticed that Da was pretty good at reading you and getting Papa out of the house to give you some space. [[You'd never found a steady partner, but found a variety in town with the occasional traveler to join you.]] [[A brunette woman with soft gray eyes was a regular companion for you.]] [[A brunette man with soft gray eyes was a regular companion for you.]] <<set $virgin to false>>

<<set $romance to 'feelingsnophys'>> Relationships just haven't progressed farther than that for one reason or another for you. Your parents and friends have been encouraging but try not to put any pressure on you about it. [[Anyway...|creation 10]] <<set $virgin to true>>

<<set $romance to 'interestednoxp'>> Relationships just haven't progressed for one reason or another for you. Your parents and friends have been encouraging but try not to put any pressure on you about it. [[Anyway...|creation 10]] <<set $virgin to true>>

<<set $xxxpartner to 'randos'>> Stonebrook was just a big enough place that new people were through regularly and there were trustworthy residents who sought the same physical relationships as you. Maybe you could find a partner for today...it was your birthday after all... [[Anyway...|creation 10]]

<<set $xxxpartner to 'Fkanta'>><<set $knowkanta to true>> Kanta was a very friendly soul that you had known for several years. Like you, she wasn't one to seek a steady relationship and wanted someone she could safely explore physical relations with. Lucky for you, she lived in a small cabin on her own, so privacy wasn't much of an issue. Perhaps you could pay her a visit...it was your birthday after all... [[Anyway...|creation 10]]

<<set $xxxpartner to 'Mkanta'>><<set $knowkanta to true>> Kanta was a very friendly soul that you had known for several years. Like you, he wasn't one to seek a steady relationship and wanted someone he could safely explore physical relations with. Lucky for you, he lived in a small cabin on his own, so privacy wasn't much of an issue. Perhaps you could pay him a visit...it was your birthday after all... [[Anyway...|creation 10]]

When you consider it all – where you've come from and what your future looks like, at least from your limited perspective. You find yourself... [[taking it in stride.|time to move on][$GentleAssertive to Math.clamp($GentleAssertive + 7, 0, 100)]] [[becoming aggravated.|time to move on][$GentleAssertive to Math.clamp($GentleAssertive - 7, 0, 100)]] [[cracking jokes.|time to move on][$SeriousPlayful to Math.clamp($SeriousPlayful - 7, 0, 100)]] [[humbled and sober.|time to move on][$SeriousPlayful to Math.clamp($SeriousPlayful + 7, 0, 100)]] [[wanting to withdraw.|time to move on][$ReservedOutgoing to Math.clamp($ReservedOutgoing + 7, 0, 100)]] [[jumping on every opportunity to socialize.|time to move on][$ReservedOutgoing to Math.clamp($ReservedOutgoing - 7, 0, 100)]]

In addition, you also find that... [[It's made you take a step back and just relax|creation 9][$GentleAssertive to Math.clamp($GentleAssertive + 7, 0, 100)]] [[You've become a touch more aggressive.|creation 9][$GentleAssertive to Math.clamp($GentleAssertive - 7, 0, 100)]] [[Your behavior can only be described as reckless.|creation 9][$RecklessCautious to Math.clamp($RecklessCautious + 7, 0, 100)]] [[You've become a bit more cautious about things.|creation 9][$RecklessCautious to Math.clamp($RecklessCautious - 7, 0, 100)]] [[You sometimes find it difficult to take things lightly.|creation 9][$SeriousPlayful to Math.clamp($SeriousPlayful + 7, 0, 100)]] [[You've become more adventurous and fun-seeking|creation 9][$SeriousPlayful to Math.clamp($SeriousPlayful - 7, 0, 100)]]

In addition, you also find that... [[It's made you more withdrawn and shy|creation 9][$ReservedOutgoing to Math.clamp($ReservedOutgoing + 7, 0, 100)]] [[You've become more bold and outspoken|creation 9][$ReservedOutgoing to Math.clamp($ReservedOutgoing - 7, 0, 100)]] [[Your behavior can only be described as reckless.|creation 9][$RecklessCautious to Math.clamp($RecklessCautious + 7, 0, 100)]] [[You've become a bit more cautious about things.|creation 9][$RecklessCautious to Math.clamp($RecklessCautious - 7, 0, 100)]] [[You sometimes find it difficult to take things lightly.|creation 9][$SeriousPlayful to Math.clamp($SeriousPlayful + 7, 0, 100)]] [[You've become more adventurous and fun-seeking|creation 9][$SeriousPlayful to Math.clamp($SeriousPlayful - 7, 0, 100)]]

In addition, you also find that... [[It's made you more withdrawn and shy|creation 9][$ReservedOutgoing to Math.clamp($ReservedOutgoing + 7, 0, 100)]] [[You've become more bold and outspoken|creation 9][$ReservedOutgoing to Math.clamp($ReservedOutgoing - 7, 0, 100)]] [[It's made you take a step back and just relax|creation 9][$GentleAssertive to Math.clamp($GentleAssertive + 7, 0, 100)]] [[You've become a touch more aggressive.|creation 9][$GentleAssertive to Math.clamp($GentleAssertive - 7, 0, 100)]] [[Your behavior can only be described as reckless.|creation 9][$RecklessCautious to Math.clamp($RecklessCautious + 7, 0, 100)]] [[You've become a bit more cautious about things.|creation 9][$RecklessCautious to Math.clamp($RecklessCautious - 7, 0, 100)]]

Regardless of how it has influenced you, that's not all there is to you, even if sometimes that's hard to hold on to. Your fathers try to give you independence and privacy as much as possible, but sometimes a sense of guilt may nibble at you over it. It's hard not to compare yourself to Emre at times. He and Willow united in marriage years ago and have been steadily growing the Twinflower family with two small children and another on the way already (likely even twins). Poor Willow has been pregnant more often than not, though she and Emre have been beyond thrilled each time. And it isn't like they lack for contraceptive herbs either, they just want a huge family and want it as soon as possible. Little Emre Twinflower was perhaps the last person you'd think of when it came to virility with how sickly he used to be, but you're happy as long as he is. To each their own. They had to build an addition on Kavi and Betony's home, which your papa oversaw, but everyone wanted to stay together so it was the best option. They got to //choose// that though. Either if you want to remain with your parents or start your own home, the //choice// is automatically taken from you. If you decide to share your life with someone long term, they would also be signing on to take care of you at times, and you're not always sure if you'd want to put that on them. As far as romantic relationships go... [[you haven't found much interest so far in your life. Maybe that will change, maybe it won't.]] [[you've had one or two shorter-term relationships that were both romantic and physical in the past.]] [[you've only tested the physical aspects so far.]] [[you've had...stirrings of feelings before, but nothing physical.]] [[you have interest, but...it just hasn't happened yet.]]

*Chapter Two <html> <body> <span> <h1 style="font-size:40px;"> <span style="color:red"> <div style="text-align: center;">Where the Journey Begins</div> </h1> </span> </body> </html> [[Start|Ch2]]

You’ve had quite enough observation and introspection for one day, perhaps enough to last until your next birthday, so you head out from your room. You’ve got the entire day to yourself, courtesy of your papa insisting that the day should be spent at your leisure. Before you leave the house, though, you want to check in on your da. Just down the stairs from your bedroom is your parents' room, complete with an extra-large door to accommodate Papa's height and breadth. Da has been laid up for a couple of weeks already and will be for nearly the whole season due to a broken leg. A run-in with an angry stag and some ice made for a bad fall when he was last out hunting. Thankfully, Kavi<<if $interest is 'healin'>> – with your aid –<</if>> was able to set it and wrap it up easily, but Da is not one to take to sitting. He’s been insufferably bored, and Papa has all but tied him down to get him to rest. You’ve caught him out of bed a time or two, so you may as well check before you leave. You knock on the door and your da answers a moment later. When you enter the room, you see him propped on a plush chair with his legs on a footstool, the broken one bound in a wooden cradle and wrapped in gauze and linen. You can still smell the comfrey in the knitbone salve used on his leg. Your house usually has an earthy and woody scent, but the comfrey gives off a nice grassy aroma, making it feel more like spring. He smiles big at you, crow's feet at his eyes springing to life. “Hey, it’s my favorite kid!” You try not to roll your eyes. “Da, I’m your only kid.” “So what!? It’s still true!” He laughs. “Don’t tell me you’re going to waste your free day with your lame old man.” Gesturing to his legs, Da pouts. You shrug. “I wanted to see how you were doing...and make sure you hadn’t escaped again.” “I would never!” You glare. “I’d never...again. Besides, the warden put the damn dogs at the doors and windows, so I can’t even get out without them raising a fuss.” He huffs, crossing his arms. “You need to rest. The more you rest, the better and faster it heals. And //then// you can be up and about.<<if $interest is 'healin'>> I’ve made up more knitbone and we’ll switch the wrap soon and check the swelling.<</if>>” “Yes, yes, my dutiful $sondtrchild – no fun for me. If I’m to be confined here for long, could you at least do your poor da a favor?” You place a hand on your hip, wondering if this is something that will get you in trouble with Papa. “Depends…” “Nothing blackmail-worthy, I’m afraid. Boring stuff. Your Papa said that traveling merchant, Nathanael, was seen in town. Do you mind checking if he has any books or maybe some magical spare parts I can swap my leg out for?” You chuckle. “Sure, Da; I can do that.” [[You bid your father goodbye and head out into town.]]

Sure enough, as soon as you are out the door, Papa’s old red hound, Mim, begins to bay. Or, at least, the poor thing tries to - the sound carries - but is cracked with strain. She’s about as old as you are and blind as a mole, but nothing gets past her. Once Mim sniffs out who you are, you give her a good snuggle and leave her to guard the porch again, noticing that Papa has peeked out from the barn to make sure his husband is not hobbling his way towards freedom. You exchange a wave and move on. Sad to say, you have the day to yourself, but haven’t really made any plans on how to spend it. Normally you’d <<if $interest is 'choppin'>>be planting a few seedlings and tending saplings with spring on the rise.<<elseif $interest is 'woodin'>>be finishing some orders for furniture that you got weeks ago.<<elseif $interest is 'swordin'>>be out patrolling with the guard and maybe having a friendly spar.<<elseif $interest is 'archin'>>be making arrows and sharpening arrow heads...maybe goading Oswin into a competition.<<elseif $interest is 'healin'>>be helping Emre and Kavi at the clinic, especially since Willow is so heavy with child now.<<elseif $interest is 'tradin'>>be going through your ledgers and making some plans for your leftover winter stock.<<elseif $interest is 'cookin'>>be securing some early orders for food with the spring festival coming up.<</if>> Da did give you an errand at least, and the path to the merchant will take you through town. Emre will be busy during the day, but you might still be able to say hello. And Oswin has been a little warmer lately, especially since Da’s injury, maybe he’s around - maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to run into him as well. [[Visit Emre]] [[Find Oswin]] [[Head towards the merchant]]

<<set $findoswin to true>><<set $Ocodex to true>><<set $OstatCurrent to "Currently Undefined">> Oswin proves to be a bit difficult to locate. You check first with the town guard, who are based out of a glorified shack in the middle of town. Oswin works with them on occasion, though the town is small enough that it cannot afford to pay much in the way of a proper squad. Citizens who can use a weapon and are approved by the town council are paid a small stipend for helping keep order. <<if $interest is 'swordin'>>That includes you as well. It didn't take long for the town to recognize your skills and offer you a job. <</if>><<if $interest is 'archin'>>That includes you as well. It didn't take long for the town to recognize your skills and offer you a job. <</if>>Though not much happens in Stonebrook other than spats between neighbors, the occasional tavern brawl, and the odd aggressive animal wandering in from the wood. Mostly, Oswin works as a blade-for-hire, escorting merchants or some of the wealthier people to and from the city of Lale. He also serves as a local guide in and around the deep wood that surrounds the area. He's well-known as a very adept swordsman and hunter, and it doesn't hurt that most regard him as having grown into quite a handsome sight. You can't help but think back on your relationship with Oswin over the years as you continue your search through the spots he frequents. It's been nearly a decade since you could call yourself the boon companions that you once were. Maybe because Oswin is a few years older than you, and he just grew too far ahead. He just became a bit strange. One moment, he would be the warm kid you knew as a child, and then the next, he would be snipping at you over menial things. When he began working, he suddenly got colder. He didn't laugh as much, and you didn't see him ever //not// working. If he spoke to you, it was never casually; it was just work or some errand. He did visit your da still; they'd go to the woods and spar for a while, usually. The one time you interrupted them, Oswin wouldn't face you, and Da sent you on your way promptly. You are pretty sure Oswin was hiding something. <<if $interest is 'swordin'>> Even during the times you were honing your own skills with the sword and encountered him, he was also so unreadable and stoic. He was civil, but it was all business. You never even got a good look at him when you were together; he'd turn away from you unless you were sparring.<<elseif $interest is 'archin'>> Even during the times you were honing your own skills with a bow and encountered him, he was also so unreadable and stoic. He was civil, but it was all business. You never even got a good look at him when you were together; he kept his back to you mostly.<</if>> [[You were quite upset at the loss of connection, and you worried for him.|curious oswin][$GentleAssertive to Math.clamp($GentleAssertive + 3, 0, 100)]] [[You tried not to feel much of anything about it.|curious oswin]] $flirt_label [[It was a shame, he is indeed a handsome man, and his coldness did not stop you from appreciating that.|curious oswin][$Oflirt += 3]] [[The change just made it easier to irritate him and you rather enjoyed getting under his skin.|curious oswin][$SeriousPlayful to Math.clamp($SeriousPlayful - 3, 0, 100)]]

<<set $children to "nope">> Yan has a strange fascination with you and has not quite understood that not everyone wants to receive her enthusiastic greetings. You’re beginning to wonder if the obsession is just to spite you. She’s three, though, she couldn’t possibly be doing it intentionally...right? Thankfully, Emre steps in front of you, grabbing Yan by the arms and giving her a little whirl in a circle before setting her back down. “Now, Yan, we’ve talked about this.” Yan giggles with delight and bounces on her toes, brown hair kicking up along with her energy. “But $mc is here!” “Mmhmm, $mc lives just down the road<<if $interest is 'healin'>> and works with your papa<</if>>, of course, $heshe would be here. Now, do you remember what Mama said about running up to $himher?” Yan nods and then looks at you. She is so tiny, but there is a fierceness in her eyes. “Hi!” You smile back. “Hello, Yan.” “Um, Un’el Oz said it’s your birdday.” You glance at Emre, who translates. “That’s what she calls Oswin now, and //th// sounds have been a challenge.” You nod at Yan. “It is my bir//th//day.” “Yay!” She calls, jumping more. “Happy birdthday!” “Thank you, Yan.” Satisfied, the little girl runs back into the clinic, flinging the door open with such force that it slams against the side of the wall. Emre flinches and then sighs. Cephas sleeps as if nothing even happened. "Well," you say, "I shouldn't keep you." Emre nods. "Alright, I do have a lot to get done today...but, I'll see you tonight to celebrate." "Of course, you better not miss a feast in my honor!" You laugh, and Emre gestures rudely at you before returning to his garden, throwing you a smile. <<if $findoswin is true>>You spoke with Oswin.<<else>>[[Find Oswin]]<</if>> <<if $headtomerchant is true>>You spoke with Nathanael, the merchant.<<else>>[[Head towards the merchant]]<</if>> <<if $visitemre is true and $findoswin is true and $headtomerchant is true>>[[You go home to relax before the feast.]]<</if>>

Yan has a strange fascination with you and tends to be a little over-excited when you're around. Perhaps because you can't help but encourage it a little, much to Emre's chagrin. You catch the bounding little brown-haired girl in your arms, lifting her up and hugging her as you spin in a circle. Yan giggles with delight. "$mc is here!” She yells. You laugh. "I //am// here!" Emre sighs but smiles affectionately, “Mmhmm, $mc lives just down the road<<if $interest is 'healin'>> and works with your papa,<</if>> of course $heshe would be here. Now, do you remember what Mama said about running up to $himher?” Yan shakes her head and then looks at you with a wicked smile. She is so tiny, but there is a fierceness in those brown eyes. You smile back and give her a wink before setting her down. Emre glowers at you but laughs. Yan taps you on the leg. “Um, Un’el Oz said it’s your birdday.” You glance at Emre, who translates. “That’s what she calls Oswin now, and //th// sounds have been a challenge.” You nod at Yan. “It is my bir//th//day!” “Yay!” She calls, jumping more. “Happy birdthday!” “Thank you, Yan.” You ruffle the tyke’s hair; it's already messy, and you're pretty sure there's at least one stick caught in it. Satisfied, the little girl runs back into the clinic, flinging the door open with such force that it slams against the side of the wall. Emre flinches and then sighs. Cephas sleeps as if nothing even happened. "Well," you say, "I shouldn't keep you. And I've successfully riled up your daughter, so you'll have your hands full." You smirk. Emre nods and places his hands on his hips. "Alright, //trouble//, I do have a lot to get done today, and you're clearly not helping...but, I'll see you tonight to celebrate." "Of course, you better not miss a feast in my honor!" You laugh, and Emre gestures rudely at you before returning to his garden, throwing you a smile. <<if $findoswin is true>>You spoke with Oswin.<<else>>[[Find Oswin]]<</if>> <<if $headtomerchant is true>>You spoke with Nathanael, the merchant.<<else>>[[Head towards the merchant]]<</if>> <<if $visitemre is true and $findoswin is true and $headtomerchant is true>>[[You go home to relax before the feast.]]<</if>>

Yan has a strange fascination with you and tends to be a little over-excited when you're around. Perhaps because you can't help but encourage it a little, much to Emre's chagrin. In a few short strides, you catch the bounding little brown-haired girl in your arms, lifting her up and hugging her as you spin in a circle, using the momentum to give her quite the ride. Yan giggles and squeals with delight. "$mc is here!” She yells, clinging tightly to you. You laugh. "I //am// here!" Emre sighs but smiles affectionately, “Mmhmm, $mc lives just down the road<<if $interest is 'healin'>> and works with your papa,<</if>> of course $heshe would be here. Now, do you remember what Mama said about running up to $himher?” Yan shakes her head and then looks at you with a wicked smile. She is so tiny, but there is a fierceness in those brown eyes. You smile back and give her a wink before setting her down, she staggers trying to find her balance through the dizziness. Emre glowers at you but laughs. Yan taps you on the leg. “Um, Un’el Oz said it’s your birdday.” You glance at Emre, who translates. “That’s what she calls Oswin now, and //th// sounds have been a challenge.” You nod at Yan. “It is my bir//th//day!” “Yay!” She calls, jumping more. “Happy birdthday!” “Thank you, Yan.” You ruffle the tyke’s hair; it's already messy, and you're pretty sure there's at least one stick caught in it. Satisfied, the little girl runs back into the clinic, flinging the door open with such force that it slams against the side of the wall. Emre flinches and then sighs. Cephas sleeps as if nothing even happened. "Well," you say, "I shouldn't keep you. And I've successfully riled up your daughter, so you'll have your hands full." You smirk. Emre nods and places his hands on his hips. "Alright, //trouble//, I do have a lot to get done today, and you're clearly not helping...but, I'll see you tonight to celebrate." "Of course, you better not miss a feast in my honor!" You laugh, and Emre gestures rudely at you before returning to his garden, throwing you a smile. <<if $findoswin is true>>You spoke with Oswin.<<else>>[[Find Oswin]]<</if>> <<if $headtomerchant is true>>You spoke with Nathanael, the merchant.<<else>>[[Head towards the merchant]]<</if>> <<if $visitemre is true and $findoswin is true and $headtomerchant is true>>[[You go home to relax before the feast.]]<</if>>

The merchant turns quickly, long green robe swaying wide as he does so. "My, my! I am blessed by the stars today! You look ravishing as always, my dear!" Nathanael bows slightly as you approach. An uncommon gesture around here, but he's clearly not from this region if the giant elk and extravagant clothing are anything to go by. "Were you just arguing with your cat?" The creature in question turns his sour gaze towards you. Nathanael waves his hands. "No, no, merely giving the //beast// a lecture. He bit me! Can you believe the gall? I feed him from my own table, and the rascal bites me!" You shake your head. "Well, what did you do?" He scoffs. "Do you presume that //I// did anything to warrant such mistreatment?" "Yes." Nathanael pouts. "It's neither here nor there, come look at this grievous wound!" You lean in as the merchant shows you his hand, three large and glittering rings decorating his elegant fingers. There are two tiny teeth marks on the side of his palm, and no sign of any broken skin. You glance back at Nathanael, making your face as incredulous as possible. "Oh dear, looks like you may just lose your hand.<<if $interest is 'healin'>> I can amputate this for you right away, I'll go grab my saws.<</if>>" Nathanael retracts his hand. "No, no, I think not; I like my hand just where it is, thank you. Anyway, my dear, what brings you to me today? Have I left you swooning yet? Shall I whisk you away in my cart?" He gives you a brilliant smile as he proudly pats the side of the colorful caravan. $flirt_label [[You fluster][$ReservedOutgoing to Math.clamp($ReservedOutgoing + 4, 0, 100)]] [[You scoff][$GentleAssertive to Math.clamp($GentleAssertive - 4, 0, 100)]] $flirt_label [[You chuckle and flirt right back][$SeriousPlayful to Math.clamp($SeriousPlayful - 4, 0, 100)]] [[You don't encourage him][$SeriousPlayful to Math.clamp($SeriousPlayful + 4, 0, 100)]]

<<set $merchantopinion += 3>> Your eyes go wide at the sudden flirtation, and you stammer on a response, but ultimately come up empty. It's not an unusual type of communication from Nathanael, and it isn't that you haven't been flirted with before, but he's managed to catch you off guard. A predatory smile slowly graces Nathanael's lips as he watches you squirm. After a moment, he turns his expression into something more friendly. "Apologies, my dear, but I just could not help myself. Now, what is it that I can do for you?" He clasps his hands together and leans forward expectantly. "Well, I'd like to see if you have any books today. My da broke his leg and will be bedridden for a while. He needs something to do." "Oh, I am quite sorry to hear that. He does not seem the sitting type." "You'd be correct, we need to keep him still for a while yet." The merchant gently pats his chin with a finger while his hazel eyes glaze over in thought. "I might have just the thing. Wait a moment for me." He turns back to his cart and throws open a small door at the back, struggling to drag his long robes with him through it. You hear a mess of clattering and grumbling for a few minutes, the cart bouncing and shaking on occasion, before the large shutter over the side is flung open. "Ah-ha!" Nathanael cries, motioning for you to come closer. He props the shutter open and hands you a large book through the window. It's more of a large tome, and it appears to be very old. The cover is a dirty yellow, but may have been more of a gold in its younger days. The title reads, 'The Folly of Gods.' "I'm not sure if Da will like this, he's not keen on things concerning gods." You say, flipping through a few of the thick pages. "Oh yes, I've discussed such things with him before; it's something we...can agree on even. This book is more fun than it is a religious script. It chronicles some stories, possibly myths, about specific deities – including some really juicy tales about Dragomir and Erdem as well. Sure, there is some history to it, but most of it is comical in nature. Though if the gods were here, I'm sure they'd argue against that. There's a plethora of material." You nod. "I guess I'll take it then. How much?<<if $interest is 'tradin'>> If gold doesn't sate you for it, I have several fine furs that would suit your refined tastes.<</if>>" Nathanael waves a hand. "Consider it a gift. Though I mean it more for you than your da." "A gift?" He nods. "It is your birthday, is it not?" You jerk your head to meet his eyes. "How did you know that?" Nathanael laughs. "Dov told me, of course. Oh! I shan't forget to tell you the news!<<if $interest is 'tradin'>> As a fellow merchant, I'm sure you will appreciate this, even if it means competition.<</if>>" He scuttles out of his cart, and you hear a small crash before the back hatch bursts open and Nathanael tumbles out rather inelegantly. Straightening his robes, he approaches you again, still smiling. "My little cart here is expanding!" He declares with a flourish of his hands. Sunlight catches one of his rings and beams right into your eyes. As you blink away the spots in your vision, you ask, "You're getting a bigger cart?" "No, no, my dear! I'm expanding. Before long, you'll see my cart all over the Mahdeh Province. I've decided that I quite like these smaller places, so if you're out and about traveling, just look for my cart." With a flourish, the merchant unbinds a rolled banner attached to the roof of the caravan. It unrolls – reluctantly – to reveal the store name, 'Nathanael's Whimsy and Want' written in an embellished script. You chuckle. The garish carts will be tough to miss; no doubt they'll get attention. It's a bit unusual for a merchant to begin a chain of traveling stores, but Nathanael is known for such things. "I don't think I'll be doing much traveling, but I'll see you when you're in town for sure." You nod, keeping your expression schooled. He tilts his head to one side but doesn't stop smiling; he looks as though he's expecting something. His expression and mood seem to change, though he keeps a placid smile. "I meant to ask...do you...//feel// okay, $mc?" You start a bit. Nathanael rarely uses your name – anyone's, for that matter.<<if $mc is 'Noodles'>> In fact, once he learned of your true name, he could not hide the repulsion from his expression. In the end, he was supportive and even tried to say it suited you. The longer you've known him, the more okay with it he seems, though he goes through efforts not to use it much.<</if>> "Of course." It is the truth, you have felt fine for a while now. Symptoms of your illness have been much better in recent years; it's still a risk, but you have really been well. You don't doubt that a good deal of gossip goes around town about you. Some of your lapses have been in public, and certain types seem to bask in such misfortune. With how chatty the merchant can be, you're sure he's heard all manner of things about your illness. He shakes his head. "Apologies, I just...you felt a bit different to me today, is all. Perhaps it's just the birthday. I've had a few myself, and some just feel..." "Different," you say. "Different." Nathanael nods. "Well...in any case, every day should be a good one, but I hope today is especially wonderful for you, my good $manwoperson." He bows slightly towards you. [[You consider the man for a moment and decide to invite him to your family celebration tonight. He's good company and kind.][$merchantopinion += 5]] [[He's a handsome man and fun, perhaps he'd share your bed tonight...][$merchantopinion += 5]] [[You wish him well and carry on with your day.]]

You roll your eyes and fold your arms for good measure, quirking up one brow. "And what is that supposed to mean, Nathanael?" The merchant settles his expression into something a bit more innocent. "Nothing, my dear, perhaps I was just proffering a ride should you need one." "Mmhmm, I'm sure that is all you were doing." "Apologies, but I just could not help myself. Now, what is it I can do for you?" He clasps his hands together and leans forward expectantly. "Well, I'd like to see if you have any books today. My da broke his leg and will be bedridden for a while. He needs something to do." "Oh, I am quite sorry to hear that. He does not seem the sitting type." "You'd be correct, we need to keep him still for a while yet." The merchant gently pats his chin with a finger while his hazel eyes glaze over in thought. "I might have just the thing. Wait a moment for me." He turns back to his cart and throws open a small door at the back, struggling to drag his long robes with him through it. You hear a mess of clattering and grumbling for a few minutes, the cart bouncing and shaking on occasion, before the large shutter over the side is flung open. "Ah-ha!" Nathanael cries, motioning for you to come closer. He props the shutter open and hands you a large book through the window. It's more of a large tome, and it appears to be very old. The cover is a dirty yellow, but may have been more of a gold in its younger days. The title reads, 'The Folly of Gods.' "I'm not sure if Da will like this, he's not keen on things concerning gods." You say, flipping through a few of the thick pages. "Oh yes, I've discussed such things with him before; it's something we...can agree on even. This book is more fun than it is a religious script. It chronicles some stories, possibly myths, about specific deities – including some really juicy tales about Dragomir and Erdem as well. Sure, there is some history to it, but most of it is comical in nature. Though if the gods were here, I'm sure they'd argue against that. There's a plethora of material." You nod. "I guess I'll take it then. How much?<<if $interest is 'tradin'>> If gold doesn't sate you for it, I have several fine furs that would suit your refined tastes.<</if>>" Nathanael waves a hand. "Consider it a gift. Though I mean it more for you than your da." "A gift?" He nods. "It is your birthday, is it not?" You jerk your head to meet his eyes. "How did you know that?" Nathanael laughs. "Dov told me, of course. Oh! That reminds me! I shan't forget to tell you the news!<<if $interest is 'tradin'>> As a fellow merchant, I'm sure you will appreciate this, even if it means competition.<</if>>" He scuttles out of his cart, and you hear a small crash before the back hatch bursts open and Nathanael tumbles out rather inelegantly. Straightening his robes, he approaches you again, still smiling. "My little cart here is expanding!" He declares with a flourish of his hands. Sunlight catches one of his rings and beams right into your eyes. As you blink away the spots in your vision, you ask, "You're getting a bigger cart?" "No, no, my dear! I'm expanding. Before long, you'll see my cart all over the Mahdeh Province. I've decided that I quite like these smaller places, so if you're out and about traveling, just look for my cart." With a flourish, the merchant unbinds a rolled banner attached to the roof of the caravan. It unrolls – reluctantly – to reveal the store name, 'Nathanael's Whimsy and Want' written in an embellished script. You chuckle. The garish carts will be tough to miss; no doubt they'll get attention. It's a bit unusual for a merchant to begin a chain of traveling stores, but Nathanael is known for such things. "I don't think I'll be doing much traveling, but I'll see you when you're in town for sure." You nod, keeping your expression schooled. He tilts his head to one side but doesn't stop smiling; he looks as though he's expecting something. His expression and mood seem to change, though he keeps a placid smile. "I meant to ask...do you...//feel// okay, $mc?" You start a bit. Nathanael rarely uses your name – anyone's, for that matter.<<if $mc is 'Noodles'>> In fact, once he learned of your true name, he could not hide the repulsion from his expression. In the end, he was supportive and even tried to say it suited you. The longer you've known him, the more okay with it he seems, though he goes through efforts not to use it much.<</if>> "Of course." It is the truth, you have felt fine for a while now. Symptoms of your illness have been much better in recent years; it's still a risk, but you have really been well. You don't doubt that a good deal of gossip goes around town about you. Some of your lapses have been in public, and certain types seem to bask in such misfortune. With how chatty the merchant can be, you're sure he's heard all manner of things about your illness. He shakes his head. "Apologies, I just...you felt a bit different to me today, is all. Perhaps it's just the birthday. I've had a few myself, and some just feel..." "Different," you say. "Different." Nathanael nods. "Well...in any case, every day should be a good one, but I hope today is especially wonderful for you, my good $manwoperson." He bows slightly towards you. [[You consider the man for a moment and decide to invite him to your family celebration tonight. He's good company and kind.][$merchantopinion += 5]] [[He's a handsome man and fun, perhaps he'd share your bed tonight...][$merchantopinion += 5]] [[You wish him well and carry on with your day.]]

You will not give him the satisfaction of getting a reaction from you. It is just what he wants, so you ignore the blatant advance. You pause a moment to let your silence sink in. The merchant cools his demeanor into something more polite once he realizes you won't be moved by his amorous words. "Are you quite finished?" You ask. Nathanael smiles wide. "Quite. Anyway, what is it I can do for you?" He clasps his hands together and leans forward expectantly. "Well, I'd like to see if you had any books today. My da broke his leg and will be bedridden for a while. He needs something to do." "Oh, I am quite sorry to hear that. He does not seem the sitting type." "You'd be correct, we need to keep him still for a while yet." The merchant gently pats his chin with a finger while his hazel eyes glaze over in thought. "I might have just the thing. Wait a moment for me." He turns back to his cart and throws open a small door at the back, struggling to drag his long robes with him through it. You hear a mess of clattering and grumbling for a few minutes, the cart bouncing and shaking on occasion before the large shutter over the side is flung open. "Ah-ha!" Nathanael cries, motioning for you to come closer. He props the shutter open and hands you a large book through the window. It's more of a large tome and it appears to be very old. The cover is a dirty yellow but may have been more of a gold in its younger days. The title reads, 'The Folly of Gods.' "I'm not sure if Da will like this, he's not keen on things concerning gods." You say, flipping through a few of the thick pages. "Oh yes, I've discussed such things with him before; it's something we...can agree on even. This book is more fun than it is a religious script. It chronicles some stories, maybe myths, on specific deities – some really juicy tales on Dragomir and Erdem too. Sure, there is some history to it, but most of it is comical in nature. Though if the gods were here, I'm sure they'd argue against that. There's a plethora of material." You nod. "I guess I'll take it then. How much?<<if $interest is 'tradin'>> If gold doesn't sate you for it, I have several fine furs that would suit your refined tastes.<</if>>" Nathanael waves a hand. "Consider it a gift. Though, I mean it more for you than your da." "A gift?" He nods. "It is your birthday, is it not?" You jerk your head to meet his eyes. "How did you know that?" Nathanael laughs. "Dov told me, of course. Oh! I shan't forget to tell you the news!<<if $interest is 'tradin'>> As a fellow merchant, I'm sure you will appreciate this, even if it means competition.<</if>>" He scuttles out of his cart and you hear a small crash before the back hatch bursts open and Nathanael tumbles out rather inelegantly. Straightening his robes, he approaches you again, still smiling. "My little cart here is expanding!" He declares with a flourish of his hands. Sunlight catches one of his rings and beams right into your eyes. As you blink away the spots in your vision, you ask, "You're getting a bigger cart?" "No, no, my dear! I'm expanding. Before long, you'll see my cart all over the Mahdeh Province. I've decided that I quite like these smaller places, so if you're out and about traveling, just look for my cart." With a flourish, the merchant unbinds a rolled banner attached to the roof of the caravan. It unrolls - reluctantly - to reveal the store name, 'Nathanael's Whimsy and Want' written in an embellished script. You chuckle, the garish carts will be tough to miss, no doubt they'll get attention. It's a bit unusual for a merchant to begin a chain of traveling stores, but Nathanael is known for such things. "I don't think I'll be doing much traveling, but I'll see you when you're in town for sure." You nod, keeping your expression schooled. He tilts his head to one side but doesn't stop smiling, he looks as though he's expecting something. His expression and mood seem to change, though he keeps a placid smile. "I meant to ask...do you...//feel// okay, $mc?" You start a bit. Nathanael rarely uses your name – anyone's for that matter.<<if $mc is 'Noodles'>> In fact, once he learned of your true name, he could not hide the repulsion from his expression. In the end, he was supportive and even tried to say it suited you. The longer you've known him, the more okay with it he seems, though he goes through efforts to not use it much.<</if>> "Of course." It is the truth, you have felt fine for a while now. Symptoms of your illness have been much better in recent years; it's still a risk, but you really have been well. You don't doubt that a good deal of gossip goes around town about you. Some of your lapses have been in public, and certain types seem to bask in such misfortune. With how chatty the merchant can be, you're sure he's heard all manner of things about your illness. He shakes his head. "Apologies, I just...you felt a bit different to me today is all. Perhaps it's just the birthday. I've had a few myself and some just feel..." "Different," you say. "Different." Nathanael nods. "Well...in any case, every day should be a good one, but I hope today is especially wonderful for you, my good $manwoperson." He bows slightly towards you. [[You consider the man for a moment and decide to invite him to your family celebration tonight. He's good company and kind.][$merchantopinion += 5]] [[He's a handsome man and fun, perhaps he'd share your bed tonight...][$merchantopinion += 5]] [[You wish him well and carry on with your day.]]

<<set $merchantopinion += 3>> Folding your arms casually, you take a step forward and match his gaze. "Perhaps you have, my //dear// merchant. You've left me unsteady on my very own feet. Whatever shall we do?" A predatory smile slowly graces Nathanael's lips as he watches you play along. "Ah, then perhaps I can show you to the back of my //cart// then, or the front if you prefer. The ride is quite nice either way." Your face heats a bit as your heartbeat quickens and you find yourself leaning just a tad closer, enough that you notice the dusting of freckles upon his nose and cheeks before you compose yourself and take a step back. After a moment, Nathanael schools his own heat back and clears his throat. "Now, what //else// can do for you today?" He clasps his hands together and leans forward expectantly. "Well, I'd like to see if you have any books today. My da broke his leg and will be bedridden for a while. He needs something to do." "Oh, I am quite sorry to hear that. He does not seem the sitting type." "You'd be correct, we need to keep him still for a while yet." The merchant gently pats his chin with a finger while his eyes glaze over in thought. "I might have just the thing. Wait a moment for me." He turns back to his cart and throws open a small door at the back, struggling to drag his robes with him through it. You hear a mess of clattering and grumbling for a few minutes, the cart bouncing and shaking on occasion, before the large shutter over the side is flung open. "Ah-ha!" Nathanael cries, motioning for you to come closer. He props the shutter open and hands you a large book through the window. It's more of a large tome, and it appears to be very old. The cover is a dirty yellow, but may have been more of a gold in its younger days. The title reads, 'The Folly of Gods.' "I'm not sure if Da will like this, he's not keen on things concerning gods." You say, flipping through a few of the thick pages. "Oh yes, I've discussed such things with him before; it's something we...can agree on even. This book is more fun than it is a religious script. It chronicles some stories, maybe myths, on specific deities – some really juicy tales on Dragomir and Erdem too. Sure, there is some history to it, but most of it is comical in nature. Though if the gods were here, I'm sure they'd argue against that. There's a plethora of material." You nod. "I guess I'll take it then. How much?<<if $interest is 'tradin'>> If gold doesn't sate you for it, I have several fine furs that would suit your refined tastes.<</if>>" Nathanael waves a hand. "Consider it a gift. Though I mean it more for you than your da." "A gift?" He nods. "It is your birthday, is it not?" You jerk your head to meet his eyes. "How did you know that?" Nathanael laughs. "Dov told me, of course. Oh! I shan't forget to tell you the news!<<if $interest is 'tradin'>> As a fellow merchant, I'm sure you will appreciate this, even if it means competition.<</if>>" He scuttles out of his cart, and you hear a small crash before the back hatch bursts open and Nathanael tumbles out rather inelegantly. Straightening his robes, he approaches you again, still smiling. "My little cart here is expanding!" He declares with a flourish of his hands. Sunlight catches one of his rings and beams right into your eyes. As you blink away the spots in your vision, you ask, "You're getting a bigger cart?" "No, no, my dear! I'm expanding. Before long, you'll see my cart all over Central Province. I've decided that I quite like these smaller places, so if you're out and about traveling, just look for my cart." You chuckle. The garish carts will be tough to miss; no doubt they'll get attention. It's a bit unusual for a merchant to begin a chain of traveling stores, but Nathanael is known for such things. "I don't think I'll be doing much traveling, but I'll see you when you're in town for sure." You nod, keeping your expression schooled. He tilts his head to one side but doesn't stop smiling; he looks as though he's expecting something. "I meant to ask...do you...//feel// okay, $mc?" You start a bit. Nathanael rarely uses your name – anyone's, for that matter.<<if $mc is 'Noodles'>> In fact, once he learned of your true name, he could not hide the repulsion from his expression. In the end, he was supportive and even tried to say it suited you. The longer you've known him, the more okay with it he seems, though he goes through efforts not to use it much.<</if>> "Of course." It is the truth, you have felt fine for a while now. Symptoms of your illness have been much better in recent years; it's still a risk, but you have really been well. You don't doubt that a good deal of gossip goes around town about you. Some of your lapses have been in public, and certain types seem to bask in such misfortune. With how chatty the merchant can be, you're sure he's heard all manner of things about your illness. He shakes his head. "Apologies, I just...you felt a bit different to me today, is all. Perhaps it's just the birthday. I've had a few myself, and some just feel..." "Different," you say. "Different." Nathanael nods. "Well...in any case, every day should be a good one, but I hope today is especially wonderful for you, my good $manwoperson." He bows slightly towards you. [[You consider the man for a moment and decide to invite him to your family celebration tonight. He's good company and kind.][$merchantopinion += 5]] [[He's a handsome man and fun, perhaps he'd share your bed tonight...][$merchantopinion += 5]] [[You wish him well and carry on with your day.]]

*A note on some story mechanics for God-Cursed... In GC, your character’s traits, actions, and decisions will be tracked to a certain extent. These things will have influences over parts of your story as it takes shape, but none of them will lead your character to a dead end. You are free to be who you wish within the limits written here. Affectionate choices (flirtations) are noted with $flirt_label but are not required for romance progression. These choices can also be used even if your character will not pursue a romance with the character. Flirtations with characters are tallied or tracked to help guide some response from the romantic characters. You will specifically choose your character's feelings toward the romantic characters. Seeing $flirt_label $flirt_label will indicate physical aspects of an interaction that will likely have some sexual implications (some very obvious) to them. Some non-romanceable characters can be flirted with when they appear in the story. These characters may respond positively or negatively to these advances and may earn you favors or put you at a disadvantage. Jealousy does not play a significant role in the social plots between the characters. There are some aspects of jealousy that will be displayed but it will not be a significant part of the story. <span id="r1" class="look"><<link "Click for info about sexual encounters.">><<reveal "r1" " " "Sexual Encounters">><</link>></span> *Notes: **Saves after updates for the time being //will// be broken. In testing, I have found that even hard saves are usually still broken as well. **This work is being continuously updated and improved and is made entirely by one person with limited time to make these improvements. **There is a planned skip function in the works which has not been implemented due to the scale of adding it and because several corrections were made to previous chapters which changed coding for the current update anyway. **If you find errors such as bugs, spelling/grammar, issues with continuity, etc… please use the error report form linked in the menu. This form is anonymous. To prevent frequent repeats being sent in, please do not report spelling/grammar errors to Tumblr. Small errors only get corrected in the main game during larger updates, so many reports have come in for errors that are already fixed. [[Trigger Warnings/Areas of Sensitivity]] [[Back to Title Screen|title screen]]

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"You know, my family is having a small gathering for my birthday celebration. Just my fathers and a few of my companions. Would you like to join us for dinner?" Nathanael's eyes turn up as a bright smile blooms on his face. "Oh, my dear, you've made my day, nay, my season for thinking of me to celebrate with you. Sadly, I must decline. I do have a pressing schedule to adhere to, and I was actually packing my things in preparation to leave this afternoon. I've already stayed a day longer than intended." He shakes his head, looking genuinely sullen. "I understand. Perhaps next time you are in town, we can have a belated celebration together." "Oh, I would quite like that. I will find a fine wine for you, and we'll dine like gods." He winks, gesturing to the large tome in your hands. "Until next time, Nathanael; thank you again for the book." "My pleasure, $mc, do take care of yourself." You reluctantly leave the pleasant company of the merchant, looking back after you are well into town to find that he is still watching you from his cart, the stones of his rings still throwing sunlight hither and yon. <<if $visitemre is true>>You spoke with Emre.<<else>>[[Visit Emre]]<</if>> <<if $findoswin is true>>You spoke with Oswin.<<else>>[[Find Oswin]]<</if>> <<if $visitemre is true and $findoswin is true and $headtomerchant is true>>[[You go home to relax before the feast.]]<</if>>

<<set $ch2merchinvite to true>> "You know, my family is having a small gathering for my birthday celebration...perhaps you could join us." You smirk and angle your body a bit closer, drawing attention to your lips by tracing a thumb along them as you meet Nathanael's eyes. He grins. "Hmm, tempting." You move just a bit closer, well into his personal space. "And...it still gets pretty cold at night. Perhaps you could help keep me warm?" You hear Nathanael's breath hitch. "//Very// tempting." He lets loose a heavy sigh, "You're making this quite hard for me in more ways than one, my dear. You've made my day, nay, my season for thinking of me to //celebrate// with you. Sadly, I must decline, at least for tonight. I do have a pressing schedule to adhere to, and I was actually packing my things in preparation to leave this afternoon. I've already stayed a day longer than intended." He shakes his head, looking genuinely sullen. <<if $mc is 'Noodles'>>"I must say, I prefer the idea of being the sauce to your Noodles," he adds with a wink.<</if>> "I understand. Perhaps next time you are in town, we can have a belated celebration together." "Oh, I would quite like that. I will find a fine wine for you, and we'll dine like gods." He winks. "I imagine that it will still be quite cold when next I am in town." "Indeed, I imagine it will be. Until next time, Nathanael; thank you again for the book." "My pleasure, $mc, do take care of yourself. And do try to stay warm, thinking of me may help." You reluctantly leave the pleasant company of the merchant, looking back after you are well into town to find that he is still watching you from his cart, the stones of his rings still throwing sunlight hither and yon. <<if $visitemre is true>>You spoke with Emre.<<else>>[[Visit Emre]]<</if>> <<if $findoswin is true>>You spoke with Oswin.<<else>>[[Find Oswin]]<</if>> <<if $visitemre is true and $findoswin is true and $headtomerchant is true>>[[You go home to relax before the feast.]]<</if>>

"It was a pleasure talking with you today. Will you be around for long?" "Not this time; I've already overstayed. I need to set out today if I have any hope of salvaging my schedule, I'm afraid. Though it was a joy to see you as always." "Until next time, Nathanael; thank you again for the book." "My pleasure, $mc, do take care of yourself." You leave the pleasant company of the merchant, looking back after you are well into town to find that he is still watching you from his cart, the stones of his rings still throwing sunlight hither and yon. <<if $visitemre is true>>You spoke with Emre.<<else>>[[Visit Emre]]<</if>> <<if $findoswin is true>>You spoke with Oswin.<<else>>[[Find Oswin]]<</if>> <<if $visitemre is true and $findoswin is true and $headtomerchant is true>>[[You go home to relax before the feast.]]<</if>>

After searching for a long time, you are beginning to think that he may have left town again. You're not sure if you're disappointed or not. Part of you has wanted to return to that connection you had as kids, another whispers that it's over. Oswin is not Yarrow any longer, the sweet and carefree boy of your youth. Maybe when he changed his name, it changed //him// too. Perhaps he was 'Oswin' all along, and 'Yarrow' was the false one. Either way, it feels like a loss to you; perhaps it's due to childhood nostalgia that you feel it as such. At least Emre did not change in such an extreme way. Even if he is very busy these days, you know he is still your closest friend. Lost in your thoughts, your feet carry you to an old and familiar clearing. All the echoes of your childhood must have pulled you in. It's the spot where you, Oswin, and Emre used to play. It's where your little hideout is, where you share so many memories, and the place where your illness first seized you. As you scan the area and take in the smell of early blooms and the stream rushing with snowmelt, you are taken back to the time when you were little Ravinder. A bittersweet feeling settles over you, and you turn to see your old hideout, only to find a familiar figure sitting atop one of the giant plank roots that spring from the ground next to the old tree. Oswin. He's not in armor today, and it may be the first time in a whole cycle that you've seen him out of it. His back is to you as he watches the swollen stream rush by. He looks more at peace, and just as you debate leaving him be, he turns and spots you. Freezing for a moment, you wait to see what he does. Surprisingly, he waves at you, so you approach and he hops off his perch. When you meet, it stays awkwardly quiet. Oswin looks anywhere but at you. This is the closest you've been to him physically in a long time, and you take a moment to really see what he looks like these days. He looks older, more so than you remember. His hair is still black, neatly trimmed with the strands tussled just to the tops of his ears. The deep green of his hooded eyes is ever-present, making his gaze alluring, though the dark shadows under them make him look very tired. Scruff covers his cheeks and chin, and you think that might be what's aging him a bit. Were his shoulders always so broad? You don't remember him looking so...capable and muscled. How long have you been staring at him? "Happy birthday, $mc." You snap to awareness at hearing your name. "Oh, thank you, Oswin..." He clears his throat and looks to the sky for a moment before looking back at you. "You've grown...grown up." His voice is deeper than you remember; it's smoother, too. His lips are a bit thin, but his jaw is rugged and square, giving him a commanding presence as he speaks. "So have you. Looks like you need a shave." You smirk. He rolls his eyes, but you notice that he does not snark back. "Did I interrupt anything?" You ask. Oswin shakes his head. "No, just thinking." "A lot happened in this little field." "Yeah...um, how has...how has that..." He sighs and motions in a circle with his hand, looking distressed. "Oh, the sickness..." He nods. "It's been better. Every year seems to get a bit easier. Haven't had any major episodes for a long time." A small smile curls on Oswin's lips. "Good. I'm glad for that. I...maybe you won't believe me...I do worry about you...it...for you." An involuntary snort escapes you. "Truly?" "Truly." "I guess I'm more surprised than anything." He nods. "I...that is a fair way to be. I wanted to ask...um, are you celebrating tonight?" "Yes." "I don't deserve it, but could I ask for a bit of your time tonight? It would be late, after your feast, of course." "My time?" "Yes, I have something to say. Several things, in fact. And, I do have a gift for you as well." You're taken aback. Oswin wants to both speak with you and give you something. "Well, we're speaking now. I have time." He shakes his head. "I'm not...I can't say it now. And I don't have your gift with me...Please, I am aware that I do not deserve your time, but please." Oswin meets your eyes, his face furrowed with complicated emotions. You nod. "Okay, I'll meet you tonight then." "I'll come to you once Emre returns home, so I won't disrupt your feast." [[Accept the arrangement.]] $flirt_label [[Invite him to your celebration.][$Oflirt += 5]]

You nod. "That's agreeable with me." "Thank you, I'll be timely." You chuckle. "How very astute of you." Oswin throws you a withered look at that. You're not quite sure what else to say. It's been so long since the two of you just spoke to each other like this. Oswin clearly feels awkward about it, which isn't making it any easier. You're not quite sure how to feel about it. In your other, albeit minimal interactions in recent years, Oswin has been a bit snippy with you – as if you had wronged him at some point. Did you, though? Surely, you'd remember if you had. "I should get going and leave you to your day." You say after a moment. "Right. I have work to do. I'll see you tonight, $mc. Thank you again." [[You say goodbye and take your leave.|until tonight][$SeriousPlayful to Math.clamp($SeriousPlayful + 2, 0, 100)]] [[You want to reach out, but hesitate - not wanting to make Oswin uncomfortable - and then leave.|until tonight][$GentleAssertive to Math.clamp($GentleAssertive + 2, 0, 100)]] $flirt_label [[You gently place your hand on his shoulder and squeeze.|until tonight][$Oflirt += 2]]

"Just come to celebrate with us then. There's plenty of food. You're still welcome in my home." Oswin's jaw goes slack as he stares at you, absorbing everything you've said. His eyes shift back and forth a few times as if he's looking for an escape route. "Oswin?" "Yes, I apologize; I wasn't expecting that." "It's okay." "But...I can't, I won't be free again until well after sunset. Had I thought...had I known..." He sighs. "We'll talk later, it was just an idea since you were going to meet me anyway. I'll save you some honeycakes." A small smile curls on his lips. "You remembered..." "I remember you gorging yourself on my papa's cakes; that's an image you just don't forget." You say, trying to add some levity to Oswin's dourness. He guffaws. "They were my favorite and //you// offered." "Excuses." "Still impossible, aren't you?" Oswin's smile grows until you can actually see the glimmer of his teeth. "I should get going and leave you to your day." "Right. I have work to do. I'll see you tonight, $mc." [[You say goodbye and take your leave.|until tonight][$SeriousPlayful to Math.clamp($SeriousPlayful + 2, 0, 100)]] [[You want to reach out, but hesitate - not wanting to make Oswin uncomfortable - and then leave.|until tonight][$GentleAssertive to Math.clamp($GentleAssertive + 2, 0, 100)]] [[You gently place your hand on his shoulder and squeeze.|until tonight][$Oflirt += 2]] $flirt_label

On the way home, you happen across your parents. Your da is carefully nestled into a small cart, pulled by your trusty donkey. Despite the meager carriage, Da looks quite proud and pleased. Papa does not. You can't help but laugh at the sight as your papa explains that he is taking your da out this way to keep him from doing something foolish. After you exchange a few words, you part. Once at home, you prepare yourself some of the ‘creeping sprout’ tea and settle down in the den at a small table next to a window. The only sound around you in the big house is the filtering-in of birdsong from outside and the occasional loud bee that trundles by. There’s not much to do other than relax, so you decide to pull out the book Nathanael gave you for your da. If Papa is entertaining him, he won’t need it for a while. Like everyone else, you’d heard some stories of the old gods through the years. Mostly, about how they were no longer your gods, but with the practice of their worship dwindling to almost nothing, you never really heard specific tales. Papa prays sometimes, though he also says that he knows they no longer listen, and he just wants something to hope on. Da is vehemently opposed to acknowledging them; they ‘abandoned’ us, he says. Though he does not mind if others hold reverence for them. It was nearly 1000 years ago that the gods stepped back, after a horrible war, nicknamed ‘The God Wars,’ that came between them all. The first two gods in the pantheon, siblings Hayat and Casimir – life and destruction, respectively – decreed that gods should no longer control or guide humans. They pronounced that we were of an age in time that we should govern ourselves; the age of gods was at an end. At that time, gods were numerous, demigods too. Magic was thick everywhere thanks to them, and most humans could use it, whereas relatively few today can truly harness it. Gods were accustomed to power and worship, and many rallied against the Hayat and Casimir. Ultimately, a great number of gods and demigods perished, and those that remained helped humans establish a way to govern themselves. The calendar year was reset to 1 – starting over the count of seasonal cycles in recorded history – and then the gods weaned us from their support. Hayat placed a mighty curse on all gods to keep them in line, and then faded away. You’re now in year – cycle – 873, and gods are just a whisper of tales and hearsay. Often, they are subjects of fiction and romanticized stories. As far as you know, the ones who survived the war still live in the world. Most retired to the Isle of the Gods, the place of their origins, which is not possible to access without powerful magic – so the stories say. There are still churches and cults around, even after all this time. It is whispered that some gods lead them in secret, which is how they persist to this day. You suppose that just knowing the gods really are still out there is enough to draw people together in these churches. As you thumb through the book, you find that it is mostly filled with anecdotes about specific gods. You find a few details about heroic things they’ve done, such as preventing disasters, curing illness, and casting out evil spirits from Iroda. However, there are also details about gods using and abusing humans in all manner of ways – some turn your stomach. Nathanael neglected to tell you that bit; perhaps he forgot. Even if only some of this is true, it is abundantly clear that being gods did not mean they were good. Many lived extravagant lives, doing little but wielding their power to make humans subservient. Some other stories are more lighthearted and embarrassing, some are tales of depravity between the gods themselves. It’s a little eye-opening when you glean just how many children some had, most outside of their respective romantic partnerships. If these are even a little bit true, the war makes more sense. One such escapade that surprises you is that the father of Hayat and Casimir – who you notice is not named – had an affair, which resulted in the god of water, Vande. Shocking, considering he was wed to the goddess of love herself, Asta – known even to you for her benevolent, kind nature and beauty. True to her character, though, she forgave and continued to love him – at least as far as this story tells. You also read about how Dragomir, the goddess of the earth, came to marry Erdem, the god of knowledge. Their story warms your heart as you read about the long-lasting and deep friendship that blossomed into love. Dragomir was apparently not one for marriage, but Erdem always loved her, deeply longing to wed. He remained patiently at her side as a boon companion for many years before they married. The book declares that on the day, ‘The ground sang with joy.’ The prospect sounds more frightening than joyous. There’s also a few delightful narratives on how the god of the herd, Dren, frequently angered Valko, the god of the hunt. It seems he had a penchant for humiliating a number of the more uptight gods. As you read and connect more of the knowledge of the gods, you cannot help but wonder what the world would be like if they hadn’t left. [[Perhaps things would be better for humans if they were still around.]] [[It’s a good thing they left; humans are in a good place and thriving.]] [[You see both sides. Some gods were good for humans, some clearly abused their power.]] [[It’s neither here nor there, there’s no sense in speculating.]]

<<set $godopinion to 'in favor'>> Regardless of your thoughts, you keep reading and enjoying some of the beautiful illustrations within the pages. Nowhere can you find the author of the work, but it is clear that they took a great deal of time in making it. Age has faded some pages, but it is all mostly legible and sturdy, aside from the odd missing or torn page. You sip your tea to the sounds of birdsong still coming through the window. The extra honey you allowed yourself leaves a sweet and comforting feeling on your lips. The wind picks up outside, and suddenly you smell the freshness of spring in the air. The crisp ting of winter is but a shadow on the breeze now, and all manner of fresh things mingle around you. It is cool, but not cold, though you know this evening you’ll need to light the hearths. A new season, a new cycle upon you. Your gaze leaves the book as you begin to wonder what the new year will bring. There’s a reason humans decided to begin the cycle with spring, the season for planting. New life, new growth – it’s the season for awakenings. What do you want out of the coming year? [[You want to find love. Perhaps just for a season, perhaps to last a lifetime.]] [[Friendship. You’d really like to find some new friends this year.]] [[You want to really hone your craft.]] [[You want to find answers about your affliction. You need closure.]] [[You want to find ways to be more independent of your fathers.]]

<<set $godopinion to 'against'>> Regardless of your thoughts, you keep reading and enjoying some of the beautiful illustrations within the pages. Nowhere can you find the author of the work, but it is clear that they took a great deal of time in making it. Age has faded some pages, but it is all mostly legible and sturdy, aside from the odd missing or torn page. You sip your tea to the sounds of birdsong still coming through the window. The extra honey you allowed yourself leaves a sweet and comforting feeling on your lips. The wind picks up outside, and suddenly you smell the freshness of spring in the air. The crisp ting of winter is but a shadow on the breeze now, and all manner of fresh things mingle around you. It is cool, but not cold, though you know this evening you’ll need to light the hearths. A new season, a new cycle upon you. Your gaze leaves the book as you begin to wonder what the new year will bring. There’s a reason humans decided to begin the cycle with spring, the season for planting. New life, new growth – it’s the season for awakenings. What do you want out of the coming year? [[You want to find love. Perhaps just for a season, perhaps to last a lifetime.]] [[Friendship. You’d really like to find some new friends this year.]] [[You want to really hone your craft.]] [[You want to find answers about your affliction. You need closure.]] [[You want to find ways to be more independent of your fathers.]]

<<set $godopinion to 'neutral'>> Regardless of your thoughts, you keep reading and enjoying some of the beautiful illustrations within the pages. Nowhere can you find the author of the work, but it is clear that they took a great deal of time in making it. Age has faded some pages, but it is all mostly legible and sturdy, aside from the odd missing or torn page. You sip your tea to the sounds of birdsong still coming through the window. The extra honey you allowed yourself leaves a sweet and comforting feeling on your lips. The wind picks up outside, and suddenly you smell the freshness of spring in the air. The crisp ting of winter is but a shadow on the breeze now, and all manner of fresh things mingle around you. It is cool, but not cold, though you know this evening you’ll need to light the hearths. A new season, a new cycle upon you. Your gaze leaves the book as you begin to wonder what the new year will bring. There’s a reason humans decided to begin the cycle with spring, the season for planting. New life, new growth – it’s the season for awakenings. What do you want out of the coming year? [[You want to find love. Perhaps just for a season, perhaps to last a lifetime.]] [[Friendship. You’d really like to find some new friends this year.]] [[You want to really hone your craft.]] [[You want to find answers about your affliction. You need closure.]] [[You want to find ways to be more independent of your fathers.]]

<<set $godopinion to 'realistic'>> Regardless of your thoughts, you keep reading and enjoying some of the beautiful illustrations within the pages. Nowhere can you find the author of the work, but it is clear that they took a great deal of time in making it. Age has faded some pages, but it is all mostly legible and sturdy, aside from the odd missing or torn page. You sip your tea to the sounds of birdsong still coming through the window. The extra honey you allowed yourself leaves a sweet and comforting feeling on your lips. The wind picks up outside, and suddenly you smell the freshness of spring in the air. The crisp ting of winter is but a shadow on the breeze now, and all manner of fresh things mingle around you. It is cool, but not cold, though you know this evening you’ll need to light the hearths. A new season, a new cycle upon you. Your gaze leaves the book as you begin to wonder what the new year will bring. There’s a reason humans decided to begin the cycle with spring, the season for planting. New life, new growth – it’s the season for awakenings. What do you want out of the coming year? [[You want to find love. Perhaps just for a season, perhaps to last a lifetime.]] [[Friendship. You’d really like to find some new friends this year.]] [[You want to really hone your craft.]] [[You want to find answers about your affliction. You need closure.]] [[You want to find ways to be more independent of your fathers.]]

<<set $goal to 'love'>> You’ll work hard this year to get what you desire most. You smile, inexplicably. A niggling of hope settles upon you. You feel resolute, excited even. The prickle of these feelings turns into a torrent. Elation fills you from the inside out, bubbling up into laughter. You set your teacup down with a clatter and rise to your feet. You’re so excited that you can’t bear to sit any longer, but you’re not sure what to do with yourself. This whole year is yours for the taking, you’ll make it your own, and you can do anything with it. You laugh again, almost doubling over from the flow of joy. A fleeting thought runs through your mind that this feels odd, but it’s soon replaced by more fits of laughter. You chuckle and carry on until the muscles in your stomach are tense and there are tears in your eyes. You’ve spun yourself out into the middle of the den in a dance of laughter, and you still do not know what to do with yourself. Looking up and taking a deep breath through your smile, you bask in the warmth of your home. You glance out the window once more and let the quiet settle upon you. The birds have stopped. [[Why have the birds stopped singing?]]

<<set $goal to 'craft'>> You’ll work hard this year to get what you desire most. You smile, inexplicably. A niggling of hope settles upon you. You feel resolute, excited even. The prickle of these feelings turns into a torrent. Elation fills you from the inside out, bubbling up into laughter. You set your teacup down with a clatter and rise to your feet. You’re so excited that you can’t bear to sit any longer, but you’re not sure what to do with yourself. This whole year is yours for the taking, you’ll make it your own, and you can do anything with it. You laugh again, almost doubling over from the flow of joy. A fleeting thought runs through your mind that this feels odd, but it’s soon replaced by more fits of laughter. You chuckle and carry on until the muscles in your stomach are tense and there are tears in your eyes. You’ve spun yourself out into the middle of the den in a dance of laughter, and you still do not know what to do with yourself. Looking up and taking a deep breath through your smile, you bask in the warmth of your home. You glance out the window once more and let the quiet settle upon you. The birds have stopped. [[Why have the birds stopped singing?]]

<<set $goal to 'answers'>> You’ll work hard this year to get what you desire most. You smile, inexplicably. A niggling of hope settles upon you. You feel resolute, excited even. The prickle of these feelings turns into a torrent. Elation fills you from the inside out, bubbling up into laughter. You set your teacup down with a clatter and rise to your feet. You’re so excited that you can’t bear to sit any longer, but you’re not sure what to do with yourself. This whole year is yours for the taking, you’ll make it your own, and you can do anything with it. You laugh again, almost doubling over from the flow of joy. A fleeting thought runs through your mind that this feels odd, but it’s soon replaced by more fits of laughter. You chuckle and carry on until the muscles in your stomach are tense and there are tears in your eyes. You’ve spun yourself out into the middle of the den in a dance of laughter, and you still do not know what to do with yourself. Looking up and taking a deep breath through your smile, you bask in the warmth of your home. You glance out the window once more and let the quiet settle upon you. The birds have stopped. [[Why have the birds stopped singing?]]

<<set $goal to 'independence'>> You’ll work hard this year to get what you desire most. You smile, inexplicably. A niggling of hope settles upon you. You feel resolute, excited even. The prickle of these feelings turns into a torrent. Elation fills you from the inside out, bubbling up into laughter. You set your teacup down with a clatter and rise to your feet. You’re so excited that you can’t bear to sit any longer, but you’re not sure what to do with yourself. This whole year is yours for the taking, you’ll make it your own, and you can do anything with it. You laugh again, almost doubling over from the flow of joy. A fleeting thought runs through your mind that this feels odd, but it’s soon replaced by more fits of laughter. You chuckle and carry on until the muscles in your stomach are tense and there are tears in your eyes. You’ve spun yourself out into the middle of the den in a dance of laughter, and you still do not know what to do with yourself. Looking up and taking a deep breath through your smile, you bask in the warmth of your home. You glance out the window once more and let the quiet settle upon you. The birds have stopped. [[Why have the birds stopped singing?]]

<<set $goal to 'friendship'>> You’ll work hard this year to get what you desire most. You smile, inexplicably. A niggling of hope settles upon you. You feel resolute, excited even. The prickle of these feelings turns into a torrent. Elation fills you from the inside out, bubbling up into laughter. You set your teacup down with a clatter and rise to your feet. You’re so excited that you can’t bear to sit any longer, but you’re not sure what to do with yourself. This whole year is yours for the taking, you’ll make it your own, and you can do anything with it. You laugh again, almost doubling over from the flow of joy. A fleeting thought runs through your mind that this feels odd, but it’s soon replaced by more fits of laughter. You chuckle and carry on until the muscles in your stomach are tense and there are tears in your eyes. You’ve spun yourself out into the middle of the den in a dance of laughter, and you still do not know what to do with yourself. Looking up and taking a deep breath through your smile, you bask in the warmth of your home. You glance out the window once more and let the quiet settle upon you. The birds have stopped. [[Why have the birds stopped singing?]]

Your legs give out, and your knees slam into the wooden floor. You cannot call for help. You cannot move of your own volition. It has taken you again. [[This feels different.]]

Whereas before, the tell-tale heat from within would swell and render you prone. Now, a numbness crawls up your limbs - numb, but also like a fog - creeping as it devours every part of you. There is a weight holding you to the floor on your knees, and it gradually applies more and more pressure. Even the floorboards creak. You try desperately to choke out any words, any noise that could get you noticed. It’s as if your throat closes around them. Hot tears roll down your face as you struggle, hearing your own gargled voice straining against the quiet of the house. Strange things flit in and out of the corners of your vision – black figures closing in and then fading away. Fear grips your heart as it beats with wild abandon. Your mind is screaming. //What are they? This hasn’t happened before!// A tremor begins in your thighs. You are not sure if it is the illness or if your muscles are exhausted from the strain of holding you against the floor. It spreads to your back and arms. All your muscles cramp and convulse at once, shooting excruciating pain through you. You still cannot scream. The inability to express your pain is itself painful. The best you managed is a whimper as your body collapses, face-first to the floor. You flop like a fish out of water as your muscles seize. You’re pretty sure you’ve vomited, but your mind is stretched too many places to understand everything that you are feeling and doing. Pain. Pain is the constant, and it demands all of your attention. It will demand your life if this does not stop soon. [[You do not know for how long you convulse.]]

You are not even sure if you are alive when you finally realize the thrashing has stopped. Did you lose consciousness? How long has it been? You’re still alone. You’ve never been alone for this long before. Someone has always found and tended to you when your illness strikes. Is this how you die? Will you choke on your own vomit and perish unceremoniously? A heap of flesh to be discovered by your poor fathers? You realize that you’re not breathing. When did you stop? You feel your heartbeat echoing in your ears. It starts frantic, and with each breath you do not take, it slows. Tears still fill your unblinking eyes. Your muscles still twitch as they try to recover from the seizure. It means nothing if you do not breathe soon. Your heart continues to slow as you hear yourself struggle for air. You try to will yourself over and over to move. Your body does not heed you. Your vision is going dark, and the pace of your heart has notable gaps. [[You hear yelling.]]

Everything is fading, and you can only pick up small pieces of what is happening around you. You are sure Papa is here; the roar of his voice is hard to miss even as you lie dying. Another is with him, but it’s not Da. If you are lucky, it is Emre or Kavi. Historically, though, you aren’t typically lucky. “-not breathing!” You hear. “-help!” The other voice answers. They’re moving you, and you think now that your eyes might be closed finally. Time falls away from you. Awareness slips even further, and you’re vaguely cognizant of your papa pleading with you to ‘just breathe.’ [[So, you do.]]

Air comes with short, hard-won gasps. Your lungs are burning, muscles straining to do the most basic facet of human existence. The heartbeat that resonates is increasing, but still slow. You taste blood and cough. It continues like this for minutes or hours, you are not sure. You gasp for life and cough in rebuttal. Papa speaks to you, the boom of his voice is the one comfort you can sense. You cannot move or speak. At least your eyes finally shut. You know you’ve been moved around and someone has poked and prodded at you a few times. It must be one of the Twinflower family. At least you have enough awareness again to fear death, though you are unsure if that is a comfort or not. You hear Da’s voice now too. He’s crying. In-between the broken sobs of both of your fathers, you hear, “Please, please don’t take my $sondtrchild!” You realize that Da is praying for your salvation. [[Your eyes open.]]

The doleful brown eyes of your papa meet your gaze, with Da’s hazel orbs meeting soon after. They call your name at the same time, touching your face gently and smoothing your hair. Trying to speak, you realize how dry your mouth and throat are. It is ultimately fruitless; you cannot usher the words forth. “Quickly, some water,” your da says. You hear shuffling and feel Papa’s strong arms around you, and you realize he’s leaned you up on his chest. He’s so warm. You didn’t even realize how cold you felt. Papa helps you drink water, drop by drop. It soothes you and calms the acrid burn in your throat. All the while, you are trying hard to ignore the swelling of heat that has formed in your gut. It’s your familiar enemy, the one that usually is the harbinger of the illness. Why is it here now? Is this really not over yet? Will it start all over again in earnest this time? You want to tell your parents so badly that it’s not done yet, it can’t be. You know this feeling intimately. You manage a whimper as Papa holds you, whispering comforts in your ear. “I have you, $mc. We’ll take care of you.” You push to formulate just one word, sputtering through the resistance of the joints and tendons to move your mouth. “Nnnn.” “It’s okay, love,” Da says. “Nnnnoooot. Nnnot.” Your parents go silent. “D- d- d- Done.” You eke out. “Not...done?” Da repeats. “Not done...it’s not done…” “Kavi!” Papa bellows. There’s a commotion as the weight of heat in your stomach shifts and swirls. You know what is about to happen. Tears slip from your eyes once more. Can you really do this again? The eruption crashes upon you like never before. Fire. Agony. [[You scream.]]

It rips you apart from the inside. Fire is the only way you can describe the sensation. It burns. It tingles sharply. It snaps. It pushes. It pulls. You know you are screaming and thrashing. You know your papa is holding on to you, keeping your own hands from tearing at the skin of your abdomen to try to put out the invisible flames. “It burns! It burns!” You scream; your voice comes easily now. “Keep holding $himher!” Kavi commands. As Kavi examines you through your writhing, you hear a rushed conversation, asking questions about your past episodes. All you can utter is “It burns,” over and over until your voice is raw. It has always felt like heat within you trying to escape, clawing at you from the inside, finding fissures in bone and muscle to travel through – a feral beast in a fragile cage. Now it feels like it’s breaking through. You feel it just below the surface of your flesh, which is quickly giving way. Your mouth gapes in a silent and terrible cry, and your body is rendered still as the shock takes over. You’re being seared alive. After all of Kavi’s administrations, he finally tears your clothing to reveal your torso. He gasps. “What...what is this…” Da’s breath stutters. “Kavi...what is happening to our Sprout? What is this?” He sounds angry and confused. "Did someone //do// this to $himher!?" Kavi answers, "No...no, it's coming from within. The mark is being made as we speak. This. This is no illness." What do they see? You wonder, realizing the burning is fizzling away. You feel the traces on the surface of your skin. Perhaps you really did burn from the inside out. Your consciousness ebbs away again as Papa grips you harder, stifling his crying on your shoulder. [[Your consciousness comes and goes as time passes.]]

You awake. At least, you think you do. Everything remains hazy in your awareness. You are so exhausted that your eyes cannot open. You lie on your back, a blanket pulled up to your neck. Once you try to open your mouth to speak, you find it too difficult. You rest and focus on what is around you. You hear footsteps and voices. Papa and Da, you are certain. You concentrate. They’re speaking heatedly in low voices, which is unusual even when they have spats. What is more bizarre is how stern and absolute Papa’s tone is. You listen carefully. “''No'', Kip; it’s too risky,” Papa declares. “See reason, love, I beg you. We must figure out what has happened to $mc, and this could be the only way. You know I hate all this...mystical drivel, I would not suggest it if I did not think it would yield results.” “I’ll not stand by and lose both my $sondtrchild and husband!” Papa never raises his voice in anger, especially toward you or Da. “You won’t lose me, Ansar can be trusted with this, I’m sure of it. Even so, if it meant that $mc lives, I will give myself up a thousand times over.” “What if they take the both of ya?” Papa’s voice lowers and is clearly stricken with sorrow. "Ya don't know for certain he will honor the deal. It’s been so many years...some loyalties erode with time." “Dov, my love. It will be okay. At best, we find a solution for our Sprout; at worst, we will have to search for another avenue. You have to agree that contacting Ansar is the only lead we have right now. This is not...normal, whatever it is. The mark proves that much.” Papa is silent for a long time, and you hear him pacing the room many times. Da waits and does not say a word until finally Papa takes a deep breath. “Okay, my love, we'll send for him." He sounds defeated. “We’ll use the twins; they guarantee the message can go directly to him. This time of year, he always made a trip to Lale to see his sisters. Once he receives the message, he’ll be here in no time, I’m sure of it.” “I trust you, but I don't trust him. I’m sharpenin’ my axe just in case.” “I understand how you feel, but remember, he’s a mage and not just one of the ones who can only make little sparks fly from their fingertips.” “And I’mma Northbreaker; I won’t fear a mage if my family’s in danger, and you know it.” You've not heard your Papa's voice so resolute and stern in many years. Da is quiet for a moment before he continues, in a softer tone. “You’ll need to take me to them; I don’t understand how it works, but they said I’d have to be there. Oswin offered to stay with $mc.” “The boy’s outside still. I’ll take ya now.” You hear a low grunt from Papa and then a single set of footsteps before the door closes and all goes silent. Your mind is left spinning with questions. Who is Ansar, and why is your papa so against him? How does your da even know a mage? What mark were they speaking of? Your head is still going in circles, but you realize that you’re actually feeling quite dizzy. Tiredness is seeping through you, pulling you down once more. Just as your awareness is beginning to fade, you hear the door again and slow, light footsteps approaching you. You’re slipping under when cool fingers gently sweep through your hair, moving it away from your face. [[Sleep holds you gently for a long time.]]

Your recovery is slow. Sleep drags you under for long periods of time, your body and mind feeling perpetually heavy. Your senses remain sluggish – hearing and sight are filtered, touch is numb, and you smell almost nothing. This slow fade in and out lasts for six days. On the seventh, you are able to stand with assistance and take your first uneasy steps since you were struck down. Soreness is ever-present. There isn't a muscle in your body that didn't cramp and seize that day, and bed rest hasn’t done much to alleviate the soreness. Each day, you are slathered in salves and oils and fed pastes made from nuts and herbs to help you recover. Someone walks with you every couple of hours to work your muscles and keep your blood from pooling. It is slow, and even the small shuffling footsteps you take wind you. Both your fathers, Kavi, Betony, and even Oswin Twinflower, see to your care. Oswin, though awkward still, walks with you and tells you stories from the town guard. Emre only briefly visits you a couple of times as well, and only in the first days of recovery, which is unusual. It is still hard to speak, and your voice is raw from screaming, but the discomfort subsides by the ninth day. You are still weak, but you are able to walk short distances on your own. On the tenth day, you do find that you feel more rested. You shuffle into the washroom and glance at the mirror, taken aback by the person you see. Your $haircolor hair is completely limp and has no luster. The $hairtexture strands <<if $hairtexture is "tightly curled">>are matted and frayed.<<elseif $hairtexture is "loosely curled">>are matted and frayed.<<elseif $hairtexture is "wavy">>are flat, frayed and lifeless.<<elseif $hairtexture is "straight">>are oily and tangled.<<elseif $hairtexture is "frizzy">>are flat and tangled.<</if>> Your $eyecolor eyes are marred with red lines, and deep dark circles have formed under them. You realize that your cheekbones and jawline protrude much further than they did before. You try to pump water for a bath, but lack the strength. Thankfully, Papa checks on you and happily draws the water. He requests that you rest a while so he can heat the water as well. You do not argue. Once Papa is sure that you are fine on your own, you strip off your clothing and make your way to the tub, which has a little steam coming from the top of it. You have never been more thankful that your da insisted on a bathtub in the house. You carefully sink into the water. The heat sends a calming sensation through your limbs and chest. You lie back and breathe deep as you stare at the ceiling. The memories, many spotty, from the last ten days flood your mind. [[You cry. You cry and cry.|it's over][$GentleAssertive to Math.clamp($GentleAssertive + 5, 0, 100)]] [[You bite your washcloth and scream.|it's over][$GentleAssertive to Math.clamp($GentleAssertive - 5, 0, 100)]] [[A song comes from your lips; though your voice is weak, you do not care who hears the ballad of woe.|it's over][$ReservedOutgoing to Math.clamp($ReservedOutgoing - 5, 0, 100)]] [[You try your best to not react because you are afraid someone will hear you.|it's over][$ReservedOutgoing to Math.clamp($ReservedOutgoing + 5, 0, 100)]] [[You inhale deeply, let it fill your lungs and then exhale slowly.|it's over][$SeriousPlayful to Math.clamp($SeriousPlayful + 5, 0, 100)]]

<<if $haircolor is "white">>Both Da and Papa were perplexed by your hair as it grew out white and never darkened even to blond. They were worried at first, but Kavi reassured them that, though it is a bit rare, it is an attribute that can be passed down in a family. Even Betony had a similar trait from her own mother, splashes of fawn color against her brown skin on some areas of her body. She told you that it was the same reason her hair wasn't dark like her siblings. She encouraged you, that your white hair was something to be delighted by and never ashamed of.<</if>> Your father has also helped you try different ways of wearing your hair.<<nobr>> <<if $hairlength is 'very long'>> Right now, you usually wear it <<listbox "$hairstyle" autoselect>> <<option "tied up in a tail">> <<option "bound in a braid">> <<option "bound in multiple braids">> <<option "loose">> <<option "half tied in a tail">> <<option "in a tight bun">> <<option "in a messy bun">> <</listbox>>. <</if>> <<if $hairlength is 'long'>> Right now, you usually wear it <<listbox "$hairstyle" autoselect>> <<option "tied up in a tail">> <<option "bound in a braid">> <<option "bound in multiple braids">> <<option "loose">> <<option "half tied in a tail">> <<option "in a tight bun">> <<option "in a messy bun">> <</listbox>>. <</if>> <<if $hairlength is 'shoulder length'>> Right now, you usually wear it <<listbox "$hairstyle" autoselect>> <<option "tied up in a tail">> <<option "bound in a braid">> <<option "bound in multiple braids">> <<option "loose">> <<option "half tied in a tail">> <<option "in a tight bun">> <<option "in a messy bun">> <</listbox>>. <</if>> <<if $hairlength is 'chin length'>> Right now, you usually wear it <<listbox "$hairstyle" autoselect>> <<option "in braids">> <<option "loose">> <<option "half tied in a tail">> <</listbox>>. <</if>> <<if $hairlength is 'short'>> Right now, you usually wear it <<listbox "$hairstyle" autoselect>> <<option "in tight braids">> <<option "loose">> <<option "swept to one side">> <</listbox>>. <</if>> <<if $hairlength is 'very short'>> Right now, you usually wear it <<listbox "$hairstyle" autoselect>> <<option "as it is naturally">> <<option "pushed back">> <<option "spiked up">> <</listbox>>. <</if>> <</nobr>> Giving yourself one last look, you think about how the little group of old people that gather around Kavi's clinic to trade gossip and herbal remedies. They always seem to inspect you when you cross paths, whispering about you once they think you're gone - saying, "<<listbox "$pronouns">> <<option 'she'>> <<option 'he'>> <<option 'they'>> <</listbox>> will make a 'fine specimen' one day." You're not sure you know what that means, and Da says you will once you're older. [[You shrug at the thought and run downstairs to the larder to grab something to eat.]]

[[Iroda]] [[Map]] [[Government]] [[Current Emperors]] [[Calendar]] [[Culture and Holidays]] <center><<link "Return to game" $return>><</link>></center> (Note: if “Return to Game” Link does not return you to your page, you may need to use the back arrow at the top of the menu to click all the way back through until you find your last page. If this does not work either, please submit a bug report.)

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*The entire known world is called Iroda. No one knows just how the world came to be, but it is almost a certainty that Iroda and its people are not the first humans upon the world. It wasn’t documented how this is known as it was many, many years ago and has been passed by word-of-mouth. The people that walk the land today are descended from those from the “Old World” (aka "The World that Came Before") that managed to survive. The Old World was destroyed, but no one knows how. It has been passed down from generation to generation that the land, skies, and waters rebelled against human existence and rose up to destroy them. Humans barely survived until the world cooled its anger and became hospitable once again. With help from the magic of gods and the formation of the new world, the human lifespan increased a great deal. At its peak, humans regularly saw 200 years of age, but this has decreased and leveled off to around 160 (assuming one could survive) and continues to very slowly decline each generation. Iroda is one giant landmass with one outlier just beyond its borders, The Isle of the Gods – so called because it is the known birthplace of the first nine gods in the pantheon, and eventually the twenty “lesser” gods that came after them. The sea that stretches beyond its borders is called The Derin Sea. A great river traverses all of Iroda from North to South, called Udo. When the gods departed from human society, they helped them to establish boundaries and structure to their lives. A system of land and government was made as Iroda was too massive a place to be guided with just one entity. The land was divided into three segments, provinces, that already naturally occurred: the North – called Norwood, the Central – called Mahdeh, and the South – called Auster. Norwood (capital: Burkhard) is most known for its much colder environment and the multiple mountain ranges that can be seen even a great ways into the central region of Iroda. The people there become hardier than most and are widely known for their kindness that juxtaposes the harsh conditions that the North can bring. The people there will tell you that they are kind because it is the warmth that is needed to keep winter at bay. Though Iroda acknowledges four distinct seasons, winter last much longer in Norwood. The area still experiences a mild spring/planting season during which hardy plants can be grown in most of the province. There is not much of a summer in way of weather, but there usually are around 15 days that are much warmer than the others. Autumn is quite beautiful in Norwood and in the southern-most areas, can last quite a while before winter takes hold again. Mahdeh (capital: Tallulah), as it spans the middle of Iroda, is a bit of a mix of Northern and Southern characteristics. There are some low mountains and hills, deep and vast forests for which it is mostly known, and even expanses of plains. Mahdeh experiences all four seasons in their truest forms, and is the primary reason that all four were acknowledged on the official calendar. The region is also home to a significant landmark called, “The Fields of Desolation.” It is a massive area that was once lush forest, but was devastated by the god, Hayat – the god of life, who dwelt there as he mourned the death of his wife, Takumi – the goddess of grief. His own grief was so profound that it took all life from the area. The longer he mourned, the bigger the area grew. No one knows how long he was there, but even hundreds of years later, no life can be sustained there, and it is a haven for the few evil spirits and demons that remain in Iroda. It is said that even Hayat did not know how to bring life back to the fields. Auster (capital: Hodan), being the southern-most province, is the warmest of the three. Winter in Auster is very short and it is extremely rare that they see snow, while summers are long and fruitful. The southern province is a great source of food for all of Iroda as crops can grow there year-round. This province is easily the wealthiest of all and has a greater number of citizens who are abundantly prosperous, and some of the largest cities in the known world are located here. As Auster has the largest amount of accessible coastline, they have the most ships and sailors in use, which transport goods around to the other provinces. They are also skilled in traversing the Udo River against its current and areas of hazerdous water. Fishing is popular here and the land is home to many still-active churches and cults. The Derin Sea is mostly peaceful, but once it is traversed quite a ways from land by ship in any direction, sailors come across a massive expanse of turbulent waters, known as “the storm currents,” or formally, “Llyr’s Wrath,” after the god of the sea. The expanse is so far from land that few ships can make it safely or store enough provisions in order to survive the trip. Those that have tried to cross Llyr’s Wrath have never returned, and often, pieces of their ships are discovered later. The sea has been explored a great deal up to the storm currents, but no one is certain what lays beyond it. It is rumored that there must be other civilizations across the expanse as sailors have found all manner of mysterious items in their travels – peculiar metals and trinkets that no one can seem to find a use for. Sometimes things wash up on the shores of Iroda with writing on them that no one can decipher. The only solution is that there must be more people out there. Some have dedicated their lives to discovering ways to safely cross Llyr’s Wrath, or to even send messages to the other side in hopes that whomever is out there can reach back. The Udo River spans all three provinces, flowing down from the mountainous northern region. In places, the current becomes quite rough and during flooding, is extremely dangerous. Seasonal snow and ice-melt make the river swell regularly. The Isle of the Gods, is, as the name suggests, an island where all gods originated from. No one knows how gods came to be – even the gods do not understand it – but it is known that it happened here and then gods were able to beget more gods as they had children. The island is home to a strange single mountain. The remaining landmass is mostly flat, making the presence of the mountain a bit odd. No one currently knows for sure what is all on the island. A fog obscures it from view and the waters are so unfriendly that is impossible to get close for anyone but gods. When gods parted ways from humans, it is said that most returned to the island to live out the rest of eternity among their own kind. <center><<link "Return to game" $return>><</link>></center> (Note: if “Return to Game” Link does not return you to your page, you may need to use the back arrow at the top of the menu to click all the way back through until you find your last page. If this does not work either, please submit a bug report.)

The gods, before they parted, assisted in establishing a system that humans could govern themselves by. It was a long process, and one that Hayat & Casimir were determined to make as corruption-free as possible. Each province is represented by an Emperor (title used for all genders). It was important that each region with its unique strengths and weaknesses be represented as fairly as possible. Though each would have its own emperor, Iroda was no-less a unified entity; the three rule in tandem and cooperation for the success of all. Emperors are required to lead modest lives and their wealth is strictly regulated. However, due to the demands of their job, they do live in good comfort with their families and are allowed a few luxuries. They are often chosen “from the ground up,” elevated by the below councils. Even a commoner can find themselves in the running for emperor if they prove to be an exemplary person. Descendants of emperors //can// be selected as new emperors, but it is not easy as the Council of Monarchs, detailed below, must agree unanimously that the heir is the best fit for the position, and any other candidate must be deemed insufficient. The descendant must have proven their worth outside of simply being the child of the emperor. It has been historically very rare for the children of emperors to take up the mantle. The title of emperor is also age-restricted. They must be a minimum of 20 years of age and, generally, a maximum of 100 years of age (with the gradual shrinking of the human lifespan, there are current talks to reduce this age). It has been rare for someone as young as 20 to take the throne. Should an emperor reach age 100 and no heir has been established, their rule can be extended up to another 25 years for the purpose of finding or training-up an heir. It is restricted in such a way as to ensure that the position will not be held by someone too “out-of-touch” with the world that the younger generation is being brought up in, as most decisions made will be on their shoulders for many more years to come. To keep emperors in line, several units of leadership were established below them consisting of all walks of human life, from wealthy nobles to common citizens. Each region has the following: 1. A monarchy of seven—a group of kings, queens, and monarchs that total no more or less than seven in the region, spread as equally as possible throughout the province. They oversee the economy and taxation of their location and report on specific issues that concern their lands. Monarchs are never allowed to become emperors, though their own crowns can be passed to their children if the below councils agree that the young majesties are fit to lead. Monarchs act as advisors as well as power-balance to their emperors. They tend to live wealthier, given the nature of their positions. Because of their proximity to civilians, they and their families also tend to become “celebrities.” They may be the center of gossip and infatuation. Though the role has more corruption at its heel, it is usually well-regulated by the below councils. 2. The Council of Thanes, also called Governors. Thanes, totaling 15 for each province, provide even more localized leadership. They keep the monarchy abreast of information and concerns for their locations. They meet frequently with the next two councils. These meetings are where much of the information that will get passed up to the emperors stems from. It requires a great deal of accurate documentation to ensure the message does not become skewed. 3. The Council of Ministers: totaling 31 people who function as a sort of mayor from cities and towns throughout the province. They resolve small local disputes and relay information to the Thanes. They are generally in charge of ensuring regions have adequate guards to keep peace among citizens, though they are not allowed to control the guard, which is done by each town's own governing council. 4. The Common Council: comprised of 63 citizens of varying backgrounds, usually of low to average wealth. It is rare to have any very wealthy members in order to keep a balance of representation in government. Many emperors have had their start in this council, being able to display their dedication to Iroda’s people. <center><<link "Return to game" $return>><</link>></center> (Note: if “Return to Game” Link does not return you to your page, you may need to use the back arrow at the top of the menu to click all the way back through until you find your last page. If this does not work either, please submit a bug report.)

*Norwood Province: Leon DeNorthwood —A very popular and powerful leader, she is most known for being an incredibly rare mage. Her specialty is using magic to amplify her natural strength and grace. She has a fierce presence, a strong build, and a large crown of black curly hair that falls to her mid-back. It is rumored that her eyes shine like gold. Despite how commanding she presents herself, she is known to be more kind and open, though in the face of corruption or stupidity, she freely unleashes her temper. She maintains a deep, platonic love with a person she regards like a spouse, though they have not officially wed. They have adopted several orphaned children together. When she is not carrying out empire-business or tending her family, you can find her in the mountains with her pack of giant snow-cats. *Mahdeh Province: Gallus of Windsor —Being of very modest origins, Gallus does not have a surname so he is simply referred to by the town he is from, Windsor. Being of moderate build with short brown hair and eyes, he does not stand out much in a crowd. He is currently one of the newest emperors in Iroda, being appointed in Cycle 858 to replace Sybella Maya who stepped down for personal reasons. He is the youngest of the three current emperors. He was quickly elevated to the running for position for demonstrating exceptional wisdom for his age. He is known as a quiet, serious, and dutiful leader, though he demonstrated some reluctance in assuming the job. His mannerisms make him appear very meek, but he becomes fired up at the first sign of an injustice. He is known for being quite humble and preferring simple things, though he has a love of fine clothing, which he tries to keep secret (and fails, because everyone knows). He’s currently single, and his shy, elusive nature has given him quite the fan-base. *Auster Province: Notus Strand —A woman of noble birth, who is known for remaining quite humble despite her origins. A voluptuous build with short, wavy blond tresses and green eyes tends to disarm those that approach her; however she is shrewd and clever. She favors reason and logic and is known to be an excellent listener as well as brutally honest. Her favorite pastimes include irritating the monarchy and fishing. She frequently escapes her royal home in favor of casting a line from the docks or patching nets with local sailors. She is married to a famous seafarer with whom she has three children, only one of which is still young enough to remain at home with her. It is well-known that she still worships Llyr. <center><<link "Return to game" $return>><</link>></center> (Note: if “Return to Game” Link does not return you to your page, you may need to use the back arrow at the top of the menu to click all the way back through until you find your last page. If this does not work either, please submit a bug report.)

A year in Iroda is also called a “cycle,” in reference to the completion of the four named seasons that repeat year after year. Humans and gods also designed the calendar after the war, most of which was based off of the cycle of weather in the central province since the best representation for all was found there. A cycle consists of 400 days and each season is assigned 100 days each. There is some overlap of weather in the beginnings and endings of seasons, but not enough to make a significant difference for which season is present. Seasons are referred to as: 1. Spring/Planting Season 2. Summer/Growing Season 3. Autumn/Harvest Season 4. Winter/Quiet Season (occasionally called simply “the cold season” or “rest season”) There are no named days of the week or months. Dates are denoted by the current year, the season, and the number of the day within that season. For example, Ravinder was born in Cycle 849 on the 9th day of Spring (849, 9-Spring). Weeks and (more loosely) months are still regarded as simple measurements of time. Depending on the person, a week may reference five to ten days, and a month could be 20-40 days. They are more just rough estimates of time since it is simpler to say "1 week or 2 months." More often, if one needs to be specific in regard to the season, the number of days is used in reference of how much time something takes, such as for travel, growing crops, or until one's birthday. Both the Northern and Southern Provinces follow the same calendar and seasons as the Middle Province, though their weather differs a great deal. Winter in the South is not very quiet or restful, Summer in the North is more of a short stint of time that you don't need a cloak to get by. <center><<link "Return to game" $return>><</link>></center> (Note: if “Return to Game” Link does not return you to your page, you may need to use the back arrow at the top of the menu to click all the way back through until you find your last page. If this does not work either, please submit a bug report.)

!<div style="text-align: center;">Your Parents</div> <div class="centered-image"><<include "parents pic">></div> *Left: Kip Northbreaker Your fiery da and spouse to your papa, he’s as quick to sass you as he is to shoot a bow. This lovable clown understood absolutely nothing about children, but adopted you regardless when you needed a home. He loves you with his whole being, even if he never lets you win at darts. He works as a huntsman and fisherman, and though his skill is unmatched, his looks and demeanor never seem to fit his choice of work. Kip may be the complete opposite of his husband, being extroverted and, often, loud. He tends to be the life of the party and seeks to make everyone laugh. You grew up with him pranking you as often as possible without doing too much psychological damage. Your da is above average in height and has an agile build with a good amount of muscle from wielding a bow regularly. He has fawn colored skin, short and wispy brown hair, and hazel eyes. He keeps his beard cropped short and always seems to be smiling. He has a love for expensive clothing and pops of bold color. *Right: Dov Northbreaker Your loving papa is a mighty woodsman with an even mightier heart. The typical gentle giant, Dov has raised you with love and care since you were a babe. He’s deadly with an axe, though he only uses it on trees. Dov is soft-spoken, very introverted, and shy. He has an affinity for animals and carpentry. He loves to create and fix anything and everything, especially for his child or husband. Dov is also a very deep-feeler and, though the quiet type, wears his heart on his sleeve – easily tearing up when moved. Your papa is extremely tall and has very wide shoulders with massive muscles built by chopping trees down by hand for many years. His skin is tan, his eyes are brown, as is his shaggy hair, but his beard has patches with dark auburn running through it. !<div style="text-align: center;">Your Grandmother</div> <div class="centered-image"><<include "grandma pic">></div> *Ravinder Axemaiden Your grandmother on your papa's side is a solemn woman, whom you know little about, considering she's your grandmother. She is very quiet and private, one of the last in a long line of nomads that once roamed all of Iroda. Though her only child took to settling down in one place, she continues to live as a nomad, traveling the same route her ancestors had for many generations. As her adopted surname suggests, she is known for wielding an axe, and not just against trees. She is known as a fierce warrior among many, always with her trusty weapon on hand. Though she comes off as unfriendly, she loves her family dearly in her own way and raised Dov by herself, teaching him all she knew. Though she does not openly express her emotions, she could not help the tears of joy when she first held you as a baby – her precious grandchild. Ravinder is tall and muscular; even in her advanced age, she is still very able-bodied. Her long hair is completely grey, and her eyes are blue. Papa told you that she once had flowing red hair instead. Her face has notable scars along the left side (not pictured), and she typically dresses in sleeveless or shortsleeved tunics and simple trousers, with the occasional fur trim when it gets cold. !<div style="text-align: center;">Your Best Friend</div> <div class="centered-image"><<include "Emre pic">></div> *Emre (Aster) Twinflower Your best friend since childhood, Emre is an affectionate soul who would never hurt a fly – though he’d give it a stern talking-to. Being sickly as a child, you were brought together a great deal, especially since his parents are the town healers. You were practically joined at the hip, enough that people believed you were siblings. Emre is sweet and gentle all around. Taking after his father, he loves to help others and is skilled in medicine. He’s a soft sort and a little bit gullible, which his sisters frequently took advantage of growing up. He was always closest with his big brother, Oswin, and you. He takes what he perceives as failure very hard, so he strives to do things perfectly. Your friend has lightly tanned skin, with wild curly blond hair that reaches his shoulders. Being a bit below average in height, his frame is quite lean and wiry from his years as a sickly kid. He has deep brown eyes, cannot grow a beard for anything, though he has tried about every tonic combination to encourage one. !<div style="text-align: center;">The Town Healers</div> <div class="centered-image"><<include "Twinflower parents">></div> *Left: Betony Twinflower Stonebrook’s famous midwife, Betony, is a motherly force in every sense, and not just to Emre and Oswin. She cared for you like her own child, ensuring you were always fed and warm during your most difficult times. She is stern but fair and deadly with a spoon. Betony has brown skin with patches of ivory along her face, neck, and shoulders. She has long, golden curly hair, and brown eyes with a perpetual bright smile. *Right: Kavi Twinflower Stonebrook’s famous healer and father to your friends Emre and Oswin, Kavi is a kind and diligent soul. He’s spent years researching your illness, never giving up and taking very thorough notes. He has a youthful persona, though he’s starting to get age lines around his face. Kavi has lightly bronzed skin with bright green eyes; his hair was once jet black, but is steadily greying. Even his well-trimmed beard is going grey. !<div style="text-align: center;">The Twins</div> <div class="centered-image"><<include "the twins">></div> *Sage & Poppy Twinflower Oswin and Emre’s...creepy twin sisters. They’re never apart and always – always – appear to be up to something. They watched over you, Emre, and Oswin when you were children – why they ever seemed trustworthy to your parents is a mystery you’ve yet to solve. Though you’ve heard whispers about strange misfortunes befalling the other children who caused you grief… The two are identical, save for a scar on Sage's temple, and like to lean into it. They have darker bronze skin, extremely long black hair, and bright green eyes; they even dress alike. 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!<div style="text-align: center;">The Merchant & His Cat</div> <div class="centered-image"><<include "nathan pic">></div> *Nathanael An eccentric merchant who’s always looking for the next big thing, and the owner of a strange chain of traveling caravan shops. Nathanael enjoys irritating those that are too serious, and enjoying all of life’s little pleasures. Traveling to sell his wares from a big colorful cart pulled by a great elk, his best friend is a cat called Shadow who appears rather nonplussed at all times. He’s taken a shine to you and might offer steep discounts if you flatter him. Nathanael is a bit tall and somehow both foppish and clumsy. His hair and beard are black and are showing a good deal of white these days. He has bright hazel eyes that shine with mirth. He appreciates elegant clothing in bright colors – anything that has a nice drape to it. <center><<link "Return to game" $return>><</link>></center> (Note: if “Return to Game” Link does not return you to your page, you may need to use the back arrow at the top of the menu to click all the way back through until you find your last page. If this does not work either, please submit a bug report.)

<<nobr>> <html> <body> <span> <h1 style="font-size:40px;"><span style="color:red"> <div style="text-align: center;">The First Gods</div></h1> </body> </html> <</nobr>> As they are commonly called and as this name suggests, these nine deities are the first known and acknowledged by the world. They were also all familially related to each other in some way. Not much is known about their origins and it is uncertain if the information has been lost to time or if the gods themselves have kept silent about it. What is certain, is that more gods came after them, but none were as prolific and powerful as the original nine. It is said that humans who have dwelt closely to all gods, but especially these nine, lived hundreds of years beyond their normal lifespan. Most believe this is the reason today why human lives still reach the span they do, but as magic dwindles more and more, so do the years of human life. All gods have a domain of sorts. It is a catalyst of the powers they are most adept with. Though they are all powerful in many areas, they typically only //draw// power from their catalyst. The greater the catalyst, the more powerful the god. !Hayat The god of life and growth. Known to be kind and loving, and very nurturing. Historically he was known to be very soft-natured and determined. Plants, animals, and people naturally flourish around him and he is credited for being the foundation of all human existence. Despite his nature, he is the originator of the God Wars which killed many gods and dismantled their hold over humans. As the war was against the very fabric of his life and power, it caused him immeasurable pain and grief. After losing his beloved wife in the midst of the fighting, he grieved for many years in a forest in northwest Mahdeh, in an area now known as The Fields of Desolation. During his time of grief, his power devoured all of the life within the land, rendering the forest devoid of all life for hundreds of years since. No one is certain what pulled Hayat from his grief to stop the destruction, but it is rumored that his sister, one of his daughters, and a devoted human friend helped pull him from his misery. The fields are inhospitable to anyone and the negative power there attracts demons in droves. Rumors of an artifact left there by Hayat still draw brave and foolish adventurers to the Fields. Most never return. !Casimir The goddess of destruction. Sister and boon companion to Hayat, she was known to be quiet and kind, but also direct and realistic. She had an intimate understanding of how destruction – the breakdown of everything – is a part of life, and through it, new life can begin. She was in every way Hayat’s counterpart, and they were known to be extremely close and supportive of each other. Much of her personal life remains a mystery. She kept to herself and took her duties seriously. Like, Hayat, she had a large hand in helping humans find their footing in the world. It was thought that drawing her favor during battles would guarantee success, and today she is still worshiped and favored by guards, mercenaries, and even bandits. She is widely known as the reason for Hayat’s success in The God Wars. Many troublesome gods perished by her hands – work that Hayat could not bring himself to do. While her brother grieved his wife and the war, she took over the efforts to see their plans come to fruition. She believed firmly that humans should determine their own destiny and was disgusted by their mistreatment by cruel gods. It is said that she still walks Iroda, administering her judgment, and enforcing Hayat’s curse on the gods by keeping them in line. !Aigar The goddess of time. Many believe that Aigar was the first of the first gods, given that she drew power from time itself. Feelings about her were historically mixed as she was loved for being a diligent leader and teacher, but could be hated when humans felt robbed of time. Those who loved her, loved her very deeply as she was an ever-present force of protection, wisdom, and guidance. It is said that her love for guiding and protecting humans was what ultimately drove her against Hayat and Casimir. She grieved the loss of the gods that were slaughtered by Casimir and took up arms against them, which is said to have pained her a great deal as she loved them too. Ultimately she lost the final battle, surrendering before more blood would be spilled. !Din The god of faith and religion. He was the last of the first nine gods to appear, as he is the child of another god, Dragomir. Din played a pivotal part in the formation of churches and the worship of gods as human society grew. Humans became so numerous that many gods struggled to find ways to help them or understand their needs. Din provided the connection needed between gods and humans at large. Through him, prayers could reach the gods no matter where they were. His power flowed uniquely through all of Iroda and connected to humans who reached out in faith to their gods. It is said that he was kind and often soft-spoken. He sided against Hayat and Casimir during the war, but his role in any battles is unknown. It is rumored that he did not want to fight against them, so he stayed with his people to assure their safety. !Dragomir The goddess of earth and stone. Specific details about her life and characteristics are coveted secrets held by her remaining followers. It is known that she was the mother of Din and had a strong allegiance to Hayat and Casimir during the war. She was known to wield great power. She was married to the lesser god, Erdem, whom fathered Din. !Shyama The deity of darkness. They are a sibling of Aigar’s, but they were known to not get along. Shyama is said to have loved her sister dearly, but their opposing views on the war drove them apart. Much of their characteristics are unknown as they were mysterious by nature. They taught their followers of the philosophy of darkness. That it was both a time of rest and restlessness, a natural pause for some, but a beginning for others. Shyama favored human partners and was known to love them deeply and to never have forgotten a single one. !Or The god of light. Or is also a brother to Aigar and twin to Shyama. He was known as being very quiet and there are not many known records of him left. He was close with both siblings, but tried to remain impartial between them. It is unknown if he took a side in the war. !Vande The deity of water. Little is remembered about Vande, except for what some would rather forget. They were born of an affair and are half-sibling to Hayat, Casimir, Aigar, Shyama, //and// Or. Despite their origin causing a rift between the gods, they were known to be very deeply loved by all their siblings and are, perhaps, the only deity to achieve such a feat. !Asta The goddess of love. Known the most for being the beloved mother of Hayat and Casimir. She is also the sister-in-law to Erdem and Dragomir. The records of her spouse’s name have been stricken from known history for his betrayal of her. She was well-known for her deeply caring and loving nature. Her husband fathered Vande with the mother of Shyama, Or, and Aigar. It is said that despite this, she forgave him with great mercy, however her children did not. [[The "Lesser" Pantheon]] <center><<link "Return to game" $return>><</link>></center> (Note: if “Return to Game” Link does not return you to your page, you may need to use the back arrow at the top of the menu to click all the way back through until you find your last page. If this does not work either, please submit a bug report.)

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!Irodian Culture *''Language'' The people of Iroda actually do not know where their language originated from. It was written and spoken well before the time of the current age. It is known that it would have stemmed from language in the Old World. *''Name Day'' One of the most important days in the life of the Irodian people is their Name Day. On everyone’s 14th birthday, they may choose to keep their birth name, or choose another that better emulates who they are becoming as they grow. It is just as important as any official holiday and can be celebrated in quiet contemplation or with a feast, depending on preference. Before the night ends, the celebrant stands before their party and introduces themselves with the name they have chosen. Regular birthdays are also celebrated each year as well, usually with a feast. *''Marriage/Partnership'' Marriages and relationships in general in Iroda do not have set formal traditions. Often, those who wish to be committed to each other simply do so without much fanfare. Many partners end up dwelling together and having families without any sort of formal proposals or ceremonies. They just dedicate themselves to each other and live accordingly. It’s up to those in the relationship as to how much formality they want to apply if any – things like asking each other’s parents, having a formal ceremony and feast, and/or exchanging tokens (like rings, but some may get tattoos or even exchange other forms of jewelry). Some partnerships may even live apart with their respective families or choose to move in with one family. More uncommonly, but not unheard of, there are groups who live together for the purpose of having and raising children as a type of large family unit where there is no specific marriage or partnership to each other – only bonds of friendship. They take partners with this understanding, and have little or nothing to do with them after, or they adopt orphaned children. !Major Holidays *''Feast of Seasons'' Every season has a feast or festival to celebrate the season itself, beginning on the 90th day of that season. Observers take a day or two to rest and enjoy the things that the season has brought them. The celebrations are mostly spent amount family members, lounging and eating. Some wealthy families may even celebrate for the last ten entire days of the season. *''The Remembrance of Llyr'' This time set on the 50th day of summer is set aside to remember the late goddess of the sea, Llyr. This is mostly celebrated only in the Auster province, though coastal towns all over Iroda may participate as well. A feast is held for the entire day in her memory. At night, adults are welcomed into the streets for drunken revelry as she was known to relax by becoming drunk with sailors and townsfolk. It was known to be dangerous to drink with her, as it takes a great deal more to make a goddess drunk than it does an ordinary human. It is said that some fools even died trying to keep up with her. *''Festival of Devotion'' A holiday dedicated to connections between people be it family, lovers, or friends held the 55th day of autumn, before most of the harvest and the Harvest Festival at the end of the season. There are no set traditions, but small tokens of affection are often exchanged and towns host games, entertainment, and feasts. Groups most often celebrate together, but it is also known as a time for young lovers to bond or dedicate themselves to each other. *''The Days of Coupling'' A celebration of sex beginning the 38th day of Summer and lasting three days. Though physical relationships can and should be celebrated whenever people want, this celebration began in the northern province and made its way into popularity across the world in short time. Northerners chose this time as it created a natural gap in farming duties brought on by late spring and early summer. It occurs after plants have good roots and need less care but before busy harvest times. It was originally used to time births for spring to help ensure infants had a better chance at surviving. Winters in the north can be very harsh, so this was especially important. Celebrants prepare provisions for three days, and children or other dependents are sent off to be cared for by friends and family who are not participating. At times, gifts are exchanged between those who spend the coupling days together. *''Winter Solstice'' This tradition lasting seven days, beginning on the 43rd of winter, was originally set as a time for those who worshiped gods to remember, thank them, and ask for their support to get through the winter. This tradition was held for hundreds of years, so even after the gods ceased their leadership of humans, it was continued. 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In a haze, you begin to scrub yourself clean. Papa has left your favorite scented soaps and oils for you. They smell like <<listbox "$favsmell" autoselect>> <<option "citrus">> <<option "vanilla with warm spices">> <<option "the forest">> <<option "sweet candies">> <<option "herbs">> <<option "flowers">> <</listbox>>. It helps to relax you more, and you contemplate asking your fathers to light a fire under the tub and let you become soup. The more you relax, the more your mind finally clears as you bathe. [[And that is when you notice it.]]

Between your sternum and navel...there is a mark. At a glance, it appears as a tattoo. You stand as fast as you can from the tub on wobbly legs to examine it, not caring about the water that sloshes out. The image is upside down from your perspective, so you carefully but quickly leave the washroom, grabbing a towel as you hustle back to your bedroom, where you are fortunate enough to have a tall mirror. Weakness from your ordeal has made you out of breath already in the short stint to the space, leaving you panting as you stand in front of the mirror and open the towel to reveal your torso. You stare at the image. Everything else fades away, from the smell of $favsmell to the sensation of the water dripping from your hair and along your back. The mark... It looks like... <div class="centered-image"><<link '<<include "treeimage">>' "tree">><</link>></div> <div class="centered-image"><<link '<<include "sunmark">>' "sun">><</link>></div> <div class="centered-image"><<link '<<include "stormmark">>' "storm">><</link>></div> <div class="centered-image"><<link '<<include "plantmark">>' "everythingissofuckinggreen">><</link>></div> <div class="centered-image"><<link '<<include "nightmark">>' "night">><</link>></div> <div class="centered-image"><<link '<<include "mountmark">>' "mountain">><</link>></div>

<<set $mark to 'tree'>> It is, unmistakably, the image of a tree caged in a circle. The top reaches just below your chest, the bottom to your navel. The branches drip with...//something//, perhaps moss. You run your fingers over the strange lines. They feel no different from the normal texture of your skin, but...it’s warmer. A gentle heat radiates from the mark, clearly above the temperature of your other flesh, even after sitting in the bath. You trace the pattern absently with your fingers. The memories from your episode flicker through your mind. //What...what is this…// //...what is happening to our Sprout?// //Did someone do this to $himher!?// //...it's coming from within. The mark is being made as we speak.// This is what they were talking about in that moment. This was the cause of the explosive heat you’ve felt in your torso for all these years? What does it mean, then? No normal illness does this. Your mind races and steeps in the confusion this mark creates. [[Your breathing picks up, and before you know it, panic overtakes you.]] [[There’s a hitch in your breath that breaks into a sob as tears begin to roll down your face.]] [[You yell, wail, scream. In frustration, in confusion, in anger, you just call out with all you’ve got.]] [[Laughter takes you over. This is absurd. This is absolutely absurd.]] [[You fall quiet and still, taking all this in.]]

<<set $mark to 'sun'>> A rising sun is the only way you can think to describe the mark. Other celestial bodies orbit around, but the sun dwarfs them. You run your fingers along it and the two orbs. The detail is finer than any tattoo you have ever seen. A gentle heat radiates from the mark, clearly above the temperature of your other flesh, even after sitting in the bath. You trace the pattern absently with your fingers. The memories from your episode flicker through your mind. //What...what is this…// //...what is happening to our Sprout?// //Did someone do this to $himher!?// //...it's coming from within. The mark is being made as we speak.// This is what they were talking about in that moment. This was the cause of the explosive heat you’ve felt in your torso for all these years? What does it mean, then? No normal illness does this. Your mind races and steeps in the confusion this mark creates. [[Your breathing picks up, and before you know it, panic overtakes you.]] [[There’s a hitch in your breath that breaks into a sob as tears begin to roll down your face.]] [[You yell, wail, scream. In frustration, in confusion, in anger, you just call out with all you’ve got.]] [[Laughter takes you over. This is absurd. This is absolutely absurd.]] [[You fall quiet and still, taking all this in.]]

<<set $mark to 'storm'>> A building storm is the only way you can describe the symbol. Lightning surrounds it, almost looking defensive of the inner circle where a mysterious creature lies. You trace the strange lines with your fingers. A gentle heat radiates from the mark, clearly above the temperature of your other flesh, even after sitting in the bath. You trace the pattern absently with your fingers. The memories from your episode flicker through your mind. //What...what is this…// //...what is happening to our Sprout?// //Did someone do this to $himher!?// //...it's coming from within. The mark is being made as we speak.// This is what they were talking about in that moment. This was the cause of the explosive heat you’ve felt in your torso for all these years? What does it mean, then? No normal illness does this. Your mind races and steeps in the confusion this mark creates. [[Your breathing picks up, and before you know it, panic overtakes you.]] [[There’s a hitch in your breath that breaks into a sob as tears begin to roll down your face.]] [[You yell, wail, scream. In frustration, in confusion, in anger, you just call out with all you’ve got.]] [[Laughter takes you over. This is absurd. This is absolutely absurd.]] [[You fall quiet and still, taking all this in.]]

<<set $mark to 'plants'>> You trace the strange mark with your fingers. The insignia of vines and leaves is very apparent, but you do not recognize the underlying sigil beneath. Does it mean anything? Perhaps it is merely a trellis for the foliage. It appears gentle, save for the thorns hidden among the vines. A gentle heat radiates from the mark, clearly above the temperature of your other flesh, even after sitting in the bath. You trace the pattern absently with your fingers. The memories from your episode flicker through your mind. //What...what is this…// //...what is happening to our Sprout?// //Did someone do this to $himher!?// //...it's coming from within. The mark is being made as we speak.// This is what they were talking about in that moment. This was the cause of the explosive heat you’ve felt in your torso for all these years? What does it mean, then? No normal illness does this. Your mind races and steeps in the confusion this mark creates. [[Your breathing picks up, and before you know it, panic overtakes you.]] [[There’s a hitch in your breath that breaks into a sob as tears begin to roll down your face.]] [[You yell, wail, scream. In frustration, in confusion, in anger, you just call out with all you’ve got.]] [[Laughter takes you over. This is absurd. This is absolutely absurd.]] [[You fall quiet and still, taking all this in.]]

<<set $mark to 'night'>> It’s like...night falling, the moon and stars imparting their beauty and mystery upon the world as it sleeps. You trace your fingers along the four-pointed stars and then along the crescent moon shapes. Perhaps your assessment is incorrect, but you get a strange feeling that you’re right. A gentle heat radiates from the mark, clearly above the temperature of your other flesh, even after sitting in the bath. You trace the pattern absently with your fingers. The memories from your episode flicker through your mind. //What...what is this…// //...what is happening to our Sprout?// //Did someone do this to $himher!?// //...it's coming from within. The mark is being made as we speak.// This is what they were talking about in that moment. This was the cause of the explosive heat you’ve felt in your torso for all these years? What does it mean, then? No normal illness does this. Your mind races and steeps in the confusion this mark creates. [[Your breathing picks up, and before you know it, panic overtakes you.]] [[There’s a hitch in your breath that breaks into a sob as tears begin to roll down your face.]] [[You yell, wail, scream. In frustration, in confusion, in anger, you just call out with all you’ve got.]] [[Laughter takes you over. This is absurd. This is absolutely absurd.]] [[You fall quiet and still, taking all this in.]]

<<set $mark to 'mountain'>> The mark is bold and fairly large. It’s as if a mountain is being summoned from below, rooted in the ground but reaching toward the sky. You run your fingers along the defined shapes, pondering if your assessment is even correct. You feel strangely certain, though you cannot say why. A gentle heat radiates from the mark, clearly above the temperature of your other flesh, even after sitting in the bath. You trace the pattern absently with your fingers. The memories from your episode flicker through your mind. //What...what is this…// //...what is happening to our Sprout?// //Did someone do this to $himher!?// //...it's coming from within. The mark is being made as we speak.// This is what they were talking about in that moment. This was the cause of the explosive heat you’ve felt in your torso for all these years? What does it mean, then? No normal illness does this. Your mind races and steeps in the confusion this mark creates. [[Your breathing picks up, and before you know it, panic overtakes you.]] [[There’s a hitch in your breath that breaks into a sob as tears begin to roll down your face.]] [[You yell, wail, scream. In frustration, in confusion, in anger, you just call out with all you’ve got.]] [[Laughter takes you over. This is absurd. This is absolutely absurd.]] [[You fall quiet and still, taking all this in.]]

You wheeze and gasp, clutching the towel around you as you lose all sense of your bearings. All you have is fear and questions. Your life is always slipping through your fingers. Is this the end for you? The beginning of the end? How long will you suffer? How much? <<nobr>> <<if $goal is 'love'>>This. This is it for you. There is no love in your future. No warmth of hearth and home. No games of romance and wanting. Who were you trying to fool? Who would love you like this? There is no lover out there who will stand by your side as you are consumed by whatever horror has attached itself to you. Be it for a night or a lifetime, you will always sleep alone. Even if there was such a person to stand by your side, could you subject them to such cruelty? To caring for you and waiting for the day that you finally succumb.<</if>> <<if $goal is 'friendship'>>You were a fool to think you could go out and make a friend of anyone as you are. Who needs a broken friend? One that is thrown so easily into a sick-bed. It’s only from a sense of pity that anyone calls you friend. Your company is undesirable. Even your closest friend stuck with you only because you relied on his family to survive.<</if>> <<if $goal is 'craft'>>What a fool you were to believe you’d excel at anything. Did you really think you could hone your skills into something worthwhile, being as broken as you are? You will always be held back. Your potential may as well be described as hopeless now. This thing, whatever it is, rules your life. It //owns// you, and the best you will make of yourself is a sad story.<</if>> <<if $goal is 'answers'>>Your quest for answers will be cut short. At this rate, you will never get them, and it is hopeless to try. The world brought you up just to squash you without cause. The only response to your questions will be more pain and more mysteries that just raise more questions. Life will be comprised of your outer suffering and the inner turmoil of never knowing why.<</if>> <<if $goal is 'independence'>>Not only will you remain a burden on your parents and all those you love, but you will never get to taste true adulthood. Eventually, your fathers will resent you. You’ve taken their best years already, and now you will take the rest. Independence and even privacy are fallacies for you, always within reach but never touchable.<</if>> <</nobr>> You stagger as your vision begins to blur. Despite your hard breathing, you feel as though you are asphyxiating. The beats of your heart are like those of a rabbit kicking to flee a predator. Your legs give, and your knees slam hard into the floor. The walls are closing in. This is your tomb. The door suddenly swings open with a resounding bang. Strong hands grip your shoulders to support you. Through blurry vision, you see that it’s Oswin who has come to your aid. His expression is panicked as he takes your face in his hands, sweeping the wet strands of hair from your forehead. “$mc! $mc! Can you hear me?” There’s panic in his voice, pure and desperate. A strangled sob is your answer. “Slow your breath. Purse your lips and breathe through them. It’s okay, I’m here. I’m here.” Oswin hugs you close. His leather armor presses into your skin; the uncomfortable poke seems to bring your presence of mind forward. “Focus on me and let yourself slow down.” He rocks you gently. “Focus on me.” After minutes of trying to breathe through pursed lips, your heart begins to slow, and you begin to feel that you are getting enough air. Oswin continues to rock you until you pull away. Once you have taken some slow, deep breaths and gain your bearings fully, you absorb the situation. Oswin still looks worried, his green eyes are wide, and he keeps his hands poised up, as if he’s ready to catch you. Looking down, you realize that, though you grip the ends of your towel in each hand, your front is partially exposed. Perhaps Oswin doesn’t realize, as his eyes do not so much as blink away from your $eyecolor gaze. [[You manage a small smile in silent thanks as you close the towel around yourself, trying to not draw his attention to it.][$GentleAssertive to Math.clamp($GentleAssertive + 3, 0, 100)]] [[You quickly tighten the towel around you and give him a stiff nod.][$GentleAssertive to Math.clamp($GentleAssertive - 3, 0, 100)]] [[You grip your towel and stand as quickly as possible. “Thank you,” you say, hurrying away.][$SeriousPlayful to Math.clamp($SeriousPlayful + 3, 0, 100)]] [[A grin spreads across your lips. “I commend you for being able to resist looking down.”][$SeriousPlayful to Math.clamp($SeriousPlayful - 3, 0, 100)]] $flirt_label [[Your face flushes first before the heat of embarrassment spreads through your whole body and you quickly fumble to draw the towel closed.][$BoldflirtShyflirt to Math.clamp($BoldflirtShyflirt - 3, 0, 100)]] $flirt_label [[Shaking the haze of the situation away, you manage a sly smile and a wink, not bothering to cover yourself. You’ll test his resolve.][$BoldflirtShyflirt to Math.clamp($BoldflirtShyflirt + 3, 0, 100)]]

You cry out in anguish and confusion, hot tears streaking your face as you clutch the towel, losing all sense of your bearings. All you have is fear and questions. Your life is always slipping through your fingers. Is this the end for you? The beginning of the end? How long will you suffer? How much? <<nobr>> <<if $goal is 'love'>>This. This is it for you. There is no love in your future. No warmth of hearth and home. No games of romance and wanting. Who were you trying to fool? Who would love you like this? There is no lover out there who will stand by your side as you are consumed by whatever horror has attached itself to you. Be it for a night or a lifetime, you will always sleep alone. Even if there was such a person to stand by your side, could you subject them to such cruelty? To caring for you and waiting for the day that you finally succumb.<</if>> <<if $goal is 'friendship'>>You were a fool to think you could go out and make a friend of anyone as you are. Who needs a broken friend? One that is thrown so easily into a sick-bed. It’s only from a sense of pity that anyone calls you friend. Your company is undesirable. Even your closest friend only stuck with you because you relied on his family to survive.<</if>> <<if $goal is 'craft'>>What a fool you were to believe you’d excel at anything. Did you really think you could hone your skills into something worthwhile, being as broken as you are? You will always be held back. Your potential may as well be described as hopeless now. This thing, whatever it is, rules your life. It //owns// you, and the best you will make of yourself is a sad story.<</if>> <<if $goal is 'answers'>>Your quest for answers will be cut short. At this rate, you will never get them, and it is hopeless to try. The world brought you up just to squash you without cause. The only response to your questions will be more pain and more mysteries that just raise more questions. Life will be comprised of your outer suffering and the inner turmoil of never knowing why.<</if>> <<if $goal is 'independence'>>Not only will you remain a burden on your parents and all those you love, but you will never get to taste true adulthood. Eventually, your fathers will resent you. You’ve taken their best years already, and now you will take the rest. Independence and even privacy are fallacies for you, always within reach but never touchable.<</if>> <</nobr>> You cry so hard that you practically choke on every breath. With eyes burning and throat raw and tired, you begin to heave as you mourn. Your legs give, and your knees slam hard into the floor. Your head starts to pound from the strain, and you briefly wonder if the grief you feel will do you in. The door suddenly swings open with a resounding bang. Strong hands grip your shoulders to support you. Through watery vision, you see that it’s Oswin who has come to your aid. His expression is panicked as he takes your face in his hands, sweeping tears from your cheeks. “$mc...It’s okay now.” There’s worry in his voice, pure and desperate. A strangled sob is your answer. “It’s okay, I’m here. I’m here.” Oswin hugs you close. His leather armor presses into your skin; the uncomfortable poke seems to bring your presence of mind forward. “Focus on me and let yourself slow down.” He rocks you gently. “Focus on me. Take some deep, slow breaths. Feel how cool the air is.” After minutes of trying to breathe and focus on something else, your tears begin to slow, and you begin to feel the heavy exhaustion that comes after sorrow. Oswin continues to rock you gently until you pull away. Once you have taken some slow, deep breaths and gain your bearings fully, you absorb the situation. Oswin still looks worried, his green eyes are wide, and he keeps his hands poised up, as if he’s ready to catch you. Looking down, you realize that, though you grip the ends of your towel in each hand, your front is partially exposed. Perhaps Oswin doesn’t realize, as his eyes do not so much as blink away from your $eyecolor gaze. [[You manage a small smile in silent thanks as you close the towel around yourself, trying to not draw his attention to it.][$GentleAssertive to Math.clamp($GentleAssertive + 3, 0, 100)]] [[You quickly tighten the towel around you and give him a stiff nod.][$GentleAssertive to Math.clamp($GentleAssertive - 3, 0, 100)]] [[You grip your towel and stand as quickly as possible. “Thank you,” you say, hurrying away.][$SeriousPlayful to Math.clamp($SeriousPlayful + 3, 0, 100)]] [[A grin spreads across your lips. “I commend you for being able to resist looking down.”][$SeriousPlayful to Math.clamp($SeriousPlayful - 3, 0, 100)]] $flirt_label [[Your face flushes first before the heat of embarrassment spreads through your whole body and you quickly fumble to draw the towel closed.][$BoldflirtShyflirt to Math.clamp($BoldflirtShyflirt - 3, 0, 100)]] $flirt_label [[Shaking the haze of the situation away, you manage a sly smile and a wink, not bothering to cover yourself. You’ll test his resolve.][$BoldflirtShyflirt to Math.clamp($BoldflirtShyflirt + 3, 0, 100)]]

You roar with all that is within you, from the depths of all the turmoil within. Your face heats as you clutch the towel, losing all sense of your bearings. All you have is defeat and questions. Your life is always slipping through your fingers. Is this the end for you? The beginning of the end? How long will you suffer? How much? <<nobr>> <<if $goal is 'love'>>This. This is it for you. There is no love in your future. No warmth of hearth and home. No games of romance and wanting. Who were you trying to fool? Who would love you like this? There is no lover out there who will stand by your side as you are consumed by whatever horror has attached itself to you. Be it for a night or a lifetime, you will always sleep alone. Even if there was such a person to stand by your side, could you subject them to such cruelty? To caring for you and waiting for the day that you finally succumb.<</if>> <<if $goal is 'friendship'>>You were a fool to think you could go out and make a friend of anyone as you are. Who needs a broken friend? One that is thrown so easily into a sick-bed. It’s only from a sense of pity that anyone calls you friend. Your company is undesirable. Even your closest friend only stuck with you because you relied on his family to survive.<</if>> <<if $goal is 'craft'>>What a fool you were to believe you’d excel at anything. Did you really think you could hone your skills into something worthwhile, being as broken as you are? You will always be held back. Your potential may as well be described as hopeless now. This thing, whatever it is, rules your life. It //owns// you, and the best you will make of yourself is a sad story.<</if>> <<if $goal is 'answers'>>Your quest for answers will be cut short. At this rate, you will never get them, and it is hopeless to try. The world brought you up just to squash you without cause. The only response to your questions will be more pain and more mysteries that just raise more questions. Life will be comprised of your outer suffering and the inner turmoil of never knowing why.<</if>> <<if $goal is 'independence'>>Not only will you remain a burden on your parents and all those you love, but you will never get to taste true adulthood. Eventually, your fathers will resent you. You’ve taken their best years already, and now you will take the rest. Independence and even privacy are fallacies for you, always within reach but never touchable.<</if>> <</nobr>> Your voice and throat become raw and pained, but you cannot stop screaming. Your legs give, and your knees slam hard into the floor. You desperately slam your fist into the floor, needing something – anything – to take this out on. The door suddenly swings open with a resounding bang. Strong hands grip your shoulders before you can lay another punch down. Through the anger in your vision, you see that it’s Oswin who has come to your aid. His expression is panicked as he places one hand to the side of your face, and the other gingerly holds the fist you drove into the floor. “$mc...It’s okay.” There’s softness in his voice, pure and kind. A strangled howl is your answer. “It’s okay, it’s okay to be angry. I’m here.” Oswin hugs you close. His leather armor presses into your skin; the uncomfortable poke seems to bring your presence of mind forward. “Focus on me and let yourself slow down.” He rocks you gently. “Focus on me, don’t hurt yourself. Deep, slow breaths.” After minutes of trying to breathe and focus on something else, your anger begins to subside, and the rush to fight, to act out, fades away. Oswin continues to rock you gently until you pull away. Once you have taken some slow, deep breaths and gain your bearings fully, you absorb the situation. Oswin still looks worried, his green eyes are wide, and he keeps his hands poised up, as if he’s ready to catch you. Looking down, you realize that, though you grip the ends of your towel in each hand, your front is partially exposed. Perhaps Oswin doesn’t realize, as his eyes do not so much as blink away from your $eyecolor gaze. [[You manage a small smile in silent thanks as you close the towel around yourself, trying to not draw his attention to it.][$GentleAssertive to Math.clamp($GentleAssertive + 3, 0, 100)]] [[You quickly tighten the towel around you and give him a stiff nod.][$GentleAssertive to Math.clamp($GentleAssertive - 3, 0, 100)]] [[You grip your towel and stand as quickly as possible. “Thank you,” you say, hurrying away.][$SeriousPlayful to Math.clamp($SeriousPlayful + 3, 0, 100)]] [[A grin spreads across your lips. “I commend you for being able to resist looking down.”][$SeriousPlayful to Math.clamp($SeriousPlayful - 3, 0, 100)]] $flirt_label [[Your face flushes first before the heat of embarrassment spreads through your whole body and you quickly fumble to draw the towel closed.][$BoldflirtShyflirt to Math.clamp($BoldflirtShyflirt - 3, 0, 100)]] $flirt_label [[Shaking the haze of the situation away, you manage a sly smile and a wink, not bothering to cover yourself. You’ll test his resolve.][$BoldflirtShyflirt to Math.clamp($BoldflirtShyflirt + 3, 0, 100)]]

The irony is almost too cruel not to be funny. Of course, this wouldn’t be a recurring illness; that would be far too simple. There’s too much hope to be had with a condition you could possibly understand. All you have is frustration and questions. Your life is always slipping through your fingers. Is this the end for you? The beginning of the end? How long will you suffer? How much? <<nobr>> <<if $goal is 'love'>>This. This is it for you. There is no love in your future. No warmth of hearth and home. No games of romance and wanting. Who were you trying to fool? Who would love you like this? There is no lover out there who will stand by your side as you are consumed by whatever horror has attached itself to you. Be it for a night or a lifetime, you will always sleep alone. Even if there was such a person to stand by your side, could you subject them to such cruelty? To caring for you and waiting for the day that you finally succumb.<</if>> <<if $goal is 'friendship'>>You were a fool to think you could go out and make a friend of anyone as you are. Who needs a broken friend? One that is thrown so easily into a sick-bed. It’s only from a sense of pity that anyone calls you friend. Your company is undesirable. Even your closest friend only stuck with you because you relied on his family to survive.<</if>> <<if $goal is 'craft'>>What a fool you were to believe you’d excel at anything. Did you really think you could hone your skills into something worthwhile, being as broken as you are? You will always be held back. Your potential may as well be described as hopeless now. This thing, whatever it is, rules your life. It //owns// you, and the best you will make of yourself is a sad story.<</if>> <<if $goal is 'answers'>>Your quest for answers will be cut short. At this rate, you will never get them, and it is hopeless to try. The world brought you up just to squash you without cause. The only response to your questions will be more pain and more mysteries that just raise more questions. Life will be comprised of your outer suffering and the inner turmoil of never knowing why.<</if>> <<if $goal is 'independence'>>Not only will you remain a burden on your parents and all those you love, but you will never get to taste true adulthood. Eventually, your fathers will resent you. You’ve taken their best years already, and now you will take the rest. Independence and even privacy are fallacies for you, always within reach but never touchable.<</if>> <</nobr>> The savage mirth racks you with pain in your throat and stomach, but you cannot stop. Tears prick in the corner of your eyes as the sound of your laughter begins to morph closely to that of cries. Your legs give, and your knees slam hard into the floor. You desperately clutch your arms around your torso as you strain from the fit. The door suddenly swings open with a resounding bang. Strong hands grip your shoulders before you can completely lose your mind. Through the prick of salty tears in your vision, you see that it’s Oswin who has come to your aid. His expression is panicked as he cups your face in his hands. “$mc! $mc, it’s okay.” There’s urgency in his voice, pure and worried. A stifled laugh that morphs into a sob is your answer. “I’m here.” Oswin hugs you close. His leather armor presses into your skin; the uncomfortable poke seems to bring your presence of mind forward. “Focus on me and let yourself relax.” He rocks you gently. “Focus on me, don’t lose yourself in it. Deep, slow breaths.” After minutes of trying to breathe and focus on something else, your dark glee begins to subside, and the compulsive laughter diminishes, allowing your body to decompress. Oswin continues to rock you gently until you pull away. Once you have taken some slow, deep breaths and gain your bearings fully, you absorb the situation. Oswin still looks worried, his green eyes are wide, and he keeps his hands poised up, as if he’s ready to catch you. Looking down, you realize that, though you grip the ends of your towel in each hand, your front is partially exposed. Perhaps Oswin doesn’t realize, as his eyes do not so much as blink away from your $eyecolor gaze. [[You manage a small smile in silent thanks as you close the towel around yourself, trying to not draw his attention to it.][$GentleAssertive to Math.clamp($GentleAssertive + 3, 0, 100)]] [[You quickly tighten the towel around you and give him a stiff nod.][$GentleAssertive to Math.clamp($GentleAssertive - 3, 0, 100)]] [[You grip your towel and stand as quickly as possible. “Thank you,” you say, hurrying away.][$SeriousPlayful to Math.clamp($SeriousPlayful + 3, 0, 100)]] [[A grin spreads across your lips. “I commend you for being able to resist looking down.”][$SeriousPlayful to Math.clamp($SeriousPlayful - 3, 0, 100)]] $flirt_label [[Your face flushes first before the heat of embarrassment spreads through your whole body and you quickly fumble to draw the towel closed.][$BoldflirtShyflirt to Math.clamp($BoldflirtShyflirt - 3, 0, 100)]] $flirt_label [[Shaking the haze of the situation away, you manage a sly smile and a wink, not bothering to cover yourself. You’ll test his resolve.][$BoldflirtShyflirt to Math.clamp($BoldflirtShyflirt + 3, 0, 100)]]

Resignation consumes you as you take in this new development. The quiet of the house settles around you. The birds are chirping again, and the breeze outside lightly howls against your windows. What can you possibly do or think now? All you have are questions. Your life is always slipping through your fingers. Is this the end for you? The beginning of the end? How long will you suffer? How much? <<nobr>> <<if $goal is 'love'>>This. This is it for you. There is no love in your future. No warmth of hearth and home. No games of romance and wanting. Who were you trying to fool? Who would love you like this? There is no lover out there who will stand by your side as you are consumed by whatever horror has attached itself to you. Be it for a night or a lifetime, you will always sleep alone. Even if there was such a person to stand by your side, could you subject them to such cruelty? To caring for you and waiting for the day that you finally succumb.<</if>> <<if $goal is 'friendship'>>You were a fool to think you could go out and make a friend of anyone as you are. Who needs a broken friend? One that is thrown so easily into a sick-bed. It’s only from a sense of pity that anyone calls you friend. Your company is undesirable. Even your closest friend only stuck with you because you relied on his family to survive.<</if>> <<if $goal is 'craft'>>What a fool you were to believe you’d excel at anything. Did you really think you could hone your skills into something worthwhile, being as broken as you are? You will always be held back. Your potential may as well be described as hopeless now. This thing, whatever it is, rules your life. It //owns// you, and the best you will make of yourself is a sad story.<</if>> <<if $goal is 'answers'>>Your quest for answers will be cut short. At this rate, you will never get them, and it is hopeless to try. The world brought you up just to squash you without cause. The only response to your questions will be more pain and more mysteries that just raise more questions. Life will be comprised of your outer suffering and the inner turmoil of never knowing why.<</if>> <<if $goal is 'independence'>>Not only will you remain a burden on your parents and all those you love, but you will never get to taste true adulthood. Eventually, your fathers will resent you. You’ve taken their best years already, and now you will take the rest. Independence and even privacy are fallacies for you, always within reach but never touchable.<</if>> <</nobr>> Thoughts and questions devour you, rendering you even weaker than before. Something in your spirit breaks. Your legs give, and your knees slam hard into the floor. You freeze in despair, eyes glazing over at the ceiling at your surrender. Is there a point to this anymore? The door suddenly swings open with a resounding bang. Strong hands grip your shoulders, snapping your attention away from the despair. You see that it’s Oswin who has come to your aid. His expression is worried as he places both hands on your cheeks, his green eyes boring into your $eyecolor ones. “It’s okay, $mc. It’s okay.” There’s care in his voice, pure and simple. You have no words, and you can only stare as resignation settles on your shoulders. “I’m here.” Oswin hugs you close. His leather armor presses into your skin; the uncomfortable poke seems to bring your presence of mind forward. “Focus on me and let yourself rise out of it.” He rocks you gently. “Focus on me, don’t lose yourself to it. Slow breaths.” After minutes of trying to breathe and focus on something else, your listlessness begins to subside, and the fog of feelings diminishes, allowing your body to regain composure. Oswin continues to rock you gently until you pull away. Once you have taken some slow, deep breaths and gain your bearings fully, you absorb the situation. Oswin still looks worried, his green eyes are wide, and he keeps his hands poised up, as if he’s ready to catch you. Looking down, you realize that, though you grip the ends of your towel in each hand, your front is partially exposed. Perhaps Oswin doesn’t realize, as his eyes do not so much as blink away from your gaze. [[You manage a small smile in silent thanks as you close the towel around yourself, trying to not draw his attention to it.][$GentleAssertive to Math.clamp($GentleAssertive + 3, 0, 100)]] [[You quickly tighten the towel around you and give him a stiff nod.][$GentleAssertive to Math.clamp($GentleAssertive - 3, 0, 100)]] [[You grip your towel and stand as quickly as possible. “Thank you,” you say, hurrying away.][$SeriousPlayful to Math.clamp($SeriousPlayful + 3, 0, 100)]] [[A grin spreads across your lips. “I commend you for being able to resist looking down.”][$SeriousPlayful to Math.clamp($SeriousPlayful - 3, 0, 100)]] $flirt_label [[Your face flushes first before the heat of embarrassment spreads through your whole body and you quickly fumble to draw the towel closed.][$BoldflirtShyflirt to Math.clamp($BoldflirtShyflirt - 3, 0, 100)]] $flirt_label [[Shaking the haze of the situation away, you manage a sly smile and a wink, not bothering to cover yourself. You’ll test his resolve.][$BoldflirtShyflirt to Math.clamp($BoldflirtShyflirt + 3, 0, 100)]]

In addition, you also find that... [[It's made you more withdrawn and shy|creation 9][$ReservedOutgoing to Math.clamp($ReservedOutgoing + 7, 0, 100)]] [[You've become more bold and outspoken|creation 9][$ReservedOutgoing to Math.clamp($ReservedOutgoing - 7, 0, 100)]] [[It's made you take a step back and just relax|creation 9][$GentleAssertive to Math.clamp($GentleAssertive + 7, 0, 100)]] [[You've become a touch more aggressive.|creation 9][$GentleAssertive to Math.clamp($GentleAssertive - 7, 0, 100)]] [[Your behavior can only be described as reckless.|creation 9][$RecklessCautious to Math.clamp($RecklessCautious + 7, 0, 100)]] [[You've become a bit more cautious about things.|creation 9][$RecklessCautious to Math.clamp($RecklessCautious - 7, 0, 100)]]

In addition, you also find that... [[It's made you more withdrawn and shy|creation 9][$ReservedOutgoing to Math.clamp($ReservedOutgoing + 7, 0, 100)]] [[You've become more bold and outspoken|creation 9][$ReservedOutgoing to Math.clamp($ReservedOutgoing - 7, 0, 100)]] [[It's made you take a step back and just relax|creation 9][$GentleAssertive to Math.clamp($GentleAssertive + 7, 0, 100)]] [[You've become a touch more aggressive.|creation 9][$GentleAssertive to Math.clamp($GentleAssertive - 7, 0, 100)]] [[You sometimes find it difficult to take things lightly.|creation 9][$SeriousPlayful to Math.clamp($SeriousPlayful + 7, 0, 100)]] [[You've become more adventurous and fun-seeking|creation 9][$SeriousPlayful to Math.clamp($SeriousPlayful - 7, 0, 100)]]

You keep eyes locked on Oswin’s, noting that awareness seems to flicker in his gaze, but he does not look away as you tuck the towel securely. “Thank you, Oswin,” you whisper. He breaks his gaze from yours to aim his eyes anywhere but at your face. His mouth twists into a grimace, and then he stands abruptly. You watch him for a moment as he moves to turn away, but then stalls, acting as if he has something to say. Finally, he speaks. “You shouldn’t be out of bed.” Oswin declares and then turns, hurrying to the door. “And get your clothes on.” He barks, crossing the threshold and stomping away from your room. You blink. //What just happened?// A heavy sigh escapes you. So much for thinking Oswin was finished with whatever phase he’d begun when he came of age. Though, how did he come to your aid, and your fathers didn’t? He didn’t call for them, and enough time has passed that you’re certain they must not be home. So is Oswin lingering about even though you are recovering well? It takes you a couple of moments to stand. Trying not to think of the bizarre mark on your abdomen, you finish cleaning up, donning fresh clothes before returning to bed. [[Just a couple days later, you have company.]]

At your sudden movement, Oswin’s stare breaks from your eyes and quickly drifts down. His face colors as he gasps and looks away with the realization that you were mostly nude. You suppose he was so quick to your side that he did not notice the lack of clothing. Even though your towel is secured around you, he remains turned away. You roll your eyes. “It’s not like we haven’t seen each other naked before,” you mention. As children, it wasn’t uncommon to swim nude or bathe together, at least until you all became closer to an age of awareness. Oswin meets your eyes again, and his brow is furrowed. He looks angry. He breaks his gaze from yours to aim his eyes anywhere but at your face. His mouth twists into a grimace, and then he stands abruptly. You watch him for a moment as he moves to turn away, but then stalls, acting as if he has something to say. Finally, he speaks. “You shouldn’t be out of bed.” Oswin declares and then turns, hurrying to the door. “And get your clothes on.” He barks, crossing the threshold and stomping away from your room. You blink. //What just happened?// A heavy sigh escapes you. So much for thinking Oswin was finished with whatever phase he’d begun when he came of age. Though, how did he come to your aid, and your fathers didn’t? He didn’t call for them, and enough time has passed that you’re certain they must not be home. So is Oswin lingering about even though you are recovering well? It takes you a couple of moments to stand. Trying not to think of the bizarre mark on your abdomen, you finish cleaning up, donning fresh clothes before returning to bed. [[Just a couple days later, you have company.]]

At your sudden movement, Oswin also rushes to stand, reaching out briefly to catch your elbow as your movement becomes unbalanced. You freeze and look back to notice that his face has turned red. You suppose he was so quick to your side that he did not notice the lack of clothing. Even though your towel is secured around you, he will not look at you and quickly removes his hand once you maintain balance. “It’s okay,” you say, trying to lessen the awkward tension. Oswin meets your eyes again, and his brow is furrowed. He looks conflicted. He breaks his gaze from yours to aim his eyes anywhere but at your face. His mouth twists into a grimace, and then he stands abruptly. You watch him for a moment as he moves to turn away, but then stalls, acting as if he has something to say. Finally, he speaks. “You shouldn’t be out of bed.” Oswin declares and then turns, hurrying to the door, nearly clipping you as he passes. “And get your clothes on.” He barks, crossing the threshold and stomping away from your room. You blink. //What just happened?// A heavy sigh escapes you. So much for thinking Oswin was finished with whatever phase he’d begun when he came of age. Though, how did he come to your aid, and your fathers didn’t? He didn’t call for them, and enough time has passed that you’re certain they must not be home. So is Oswin lingering about even though you are recovering well? It takes you a couple of moments to steady your legs. Trying not to think of the bizarre mark on your abdomen, you finish cleaning up, donning fresh clothes before returning to bed. [[Just a couple days later, you have company.]]

At your word, realization colors Oswin’s face a deep red as his eyes reflexively dip down to see that you are uncovered. He struggles to regain composure, looking away in an exaggerated fashion as he stammers to express his shock. You can’t help but spread your grin into a full smile as you slowly tighten the towel around to cover your body, especially at the noticeable hitch in Oswin’s breathing. He rushes to stand, keeping his head turned away from you even though he must know that you are covered by now. “You’re taking this much too seriously,” you say, trying to lessen the tension. “It’s been a few years, but our parents once had us bathe with each other.” Oswin meets your eyes again, and his brow is furrowed. He looks angry, but then his face has always looked deceptively severe. He breaks his gaze from yours to aim his eyes anywhere but at your face once again. His mouth twists into a grimace, and then he stands abruptly. You watch him for a moment as he moves to turn away, but then stalls, acting as if he has something to say. Finally, he speaks. “You shouldn’t be out of bed.” Oswin declares and then turns, hurrying to the door, nearly clipping you as he passes. “And get your clothes on.” He barks, crossing the threshold and stomping away from your room. You blink. //What just happened?// A heavy sigh escapes you. So much for thinking Oswin was finished with whatever phase he’d begun when he came of age. Though, how did he come to your aid, and your fathers didn’t? He didn’t call for them, and enough time has passed that you’re certain they must not be home. So is Oswin lingering about even though you are recovering well? It takes you a couple of moments to stand. Trying not to think of the bizarre mark on your abdomen, you finish cleaning up, donning fresh clothes before returning to bed. [[Just a couple days later, you have company.]]

<<set $Oflirt +=3>> At your action, realization colors Oswin’s face a deep red as his eyes reflexively dip down to see that you are uncovered. He struggles to regain composure, looking away in an exaggerated fashion as he stammers to express his shock. Your grin turns a bit wicked at his response, especially at the noticeable hitch in Oswin’s breathing. “It doesn’t bother me if you look, Oswin. Consider it my thanks for rushing to help me, if you want to.” Briefly, his eyes travel back, glancing over you once again. It’s quick, but you can’t help but be a little pleased with it. His face colors even darker, and he rushes to stand, keeping his head turned away from you, despite your clear invitation. “Relax, I truly mean that I don’t mind. I may even quite like it,” you say to lessen the tension as you try to coax Oswin into flirting back. “A bit different now that we’re older, eh?” Oswin meets your eyes again, and his brow is deeply furrowed. He looks confused. He breaks his gaze from yours to aim his eyes anywhere but at your face once again. His mouth twists into a grimace, and then he stands abruptly. You watch him for a moment as he moves to turn away, but then stalls, acting as if he has something to say. Finally, he speaks. “You shouldn’t be out of bed.” Oswin declares and then turns, hurrying to the door, nearly clipping you as he passes. “And get your clothes on.” He barks, crossing the threshold and stomping away from your room. You blink. //What just happened?// A heavy sigh escapes you. So much for thinking Oswin was finished with whatever phase he’d begun when he came of age. Though how did he come to your aid, and your fathers didn’t? He didn’t call for them, and enough time has passed that you’re certain they must not be home. So is Oswin lingering about even though you are recovering well? It takes you a couple of moments to stand. Trying not to think of the bizarre mark on your abdomen, you finish cleaning up, donning fresh clothes before returning to bed. [[Just a couple days later, you have company.]]

Though you are still feeling weak, you are faring much better when your da introduces you to a so-called ‘old acquaintance’ of his, Ansar. With the exception of sharp blue eyes that are unnaturally bright, the mage appears harmless as he sits across from you on the divan in the den. He exudes wealth in his fine, colorful clothing and jewelry, with soft features and pale-ginger hair that disarms the shrewdness of his eyes. Da has pulled up a seat to join the discussion, his broken leg wrapped and a wooden splint keeping it steady, but Papa lingers silently by the window, sharpened axe at his side. Da has just explained your accounts of the illness, shared the information that Kavi and your parents have written about each bout, and how the creeping sprout seemed to reduce its onslaught. All leading up to your most recent attack and the mysterious mark that burned itself into your flesh. Though several days have passed, the mark remains. You had thought and hoped that it might diminish as you recovered, but it remains an ever-present memento of the ordeal. Every time you see it, it reminds you that it has control. Ansar listens very patiently, asking the occasional question for clarification as he slowly sips tea, throwing you a curious glance here and there. Other than a greeting, he has not said anything directly to you. When he first arrived, Da asked that you stay in your bedroom while they spoke. You tried to listen, and you did pick up your da’s raised voice at times, but you could not make much of the conversation out. Papa seems reluctant to speak at all and has watched Ansar as if the man is posturing to bite. Once Da concludes the story, he takes a deep breath and looks at you with tired eyes. Deep and dark circles under them are impossible to miss. Both your parents have lost sleep fretting over you and caring for you. On more than one occasion, you have overheard one or both of them quietly sobbing. You knew you were loved, but it wasn’t until this last relapse that you truly began to feel just how much. If anything, you need to get better for their sake. You are not aware of what risk, if any, this mage poses to your da, though you cannot forget the conversation he had with Papa about it. You do not know much about Da’s family, but you’ve at least pieced together that this man knew them. Ansar appears to be about the same age as your father, so you wonder if they could have been friends in childhood. Once Ansar hears the details, he pauses, only staring at you as he sips tea. He purses his lips and then sets his cup down. “First off,” he begins, “I am still shocked that //you//, of all Mahdeh, even have a spawn at all, Al-” “Kip,” your da interrupts. Ansar huffs. “//Kip//.” Da smiles. “What can I say? Maybe I’ve finally grown up.” You look between them. What was Ansar about to call your da? Perhaps his birth name? Da has never told it to you before, and if Ansar knows it, they must have been friends in childhood. So, how would Da know that this mage could help you if they only knew each other so young? The mage pushes his long sleeves to the crook of his elbow, his many bracelets jingling as he leans towards you. “I will need to take a look at this mark if I am to see if I can provide help.” He holds a hand up towards your da. “The sketch you provided was very droll, but the nature of this is clearly magical, and I will need to see the source.” His icy eyes glare at you. “I understand this may provide some discomfort given the location. I assure you that it will not take long, but I may need to touch the area or at least hover my hand close to it to feel any magic that is lingering about. I myself do not like to be touched, so I do understand this imposition.” [[You agree to Ansar both looking and touching the mark freely.]] [[You agree to a bare-minimum examination and no touching.]]

<<set $Oflirt +=3>> Your sudden motion causes Oswin to glance down out of reflex. You watch the realization dawn on him, and his face flushes red as he quickly turns away. You suppose he was so quick to your side that he did not notice the lack of clothing. Even though your towel is secured around you now, both of you linger in awkward silence, unmoving and red-faced. Oswin’s expression, from what you can see of it, keeps morphing. His eyes begin to shift to yours, but then dart away just as fast. You clutch the towel and cast your eyes to the floor. “It’s...it’s okay,” you say in a small voice, trying to lessen the awkward tension so you can both move on from the moment. Oswin meets your eyes finally, and his brow is furrowed. He looks conflicted. He breaks his gaze from yours to aim his eyes anywhere but at your face. His mouth twists into a grimace, and then he stands abruptly. You watch him for a moment as he moves to turn away, but then stalls, acting as if he has something to say. Finally, he speaks. “You shouldn’t be out of bed.” Oswin declares and then turns, hurrying to the door, nearly clipping you as he passes. “And get your clothes on.” He barks, crossing the threshold and stomping away from your room. You blink. //What just happened?// A heavy sigh escapes you. So much for thinking Oswin was finished with whatever phase he’d begun when he came of age. Though how did he come to your aid, but your fathers didn’t? He didn’t call for them, and enough time has passed that you’re certain they must not be home. So is Oswin lingering about, though you are recovering? It takes you a couple of moments to steady your legs. Trying not to think of the bizarre mark on your abdomen, you finish cleaning up, donning fresh clothes before returning to bed. [[Just a couple days later, you have company.]]

You nod. “You can see it and touch it if you need to.” Papa cuts in with a stern warning, "Nothin' funny." He taps his axe against the floor. Ansar smiles, though it seems like an action done out of strained platitude rather than genuineness. He gestures at you to lift your clothing, and your parents turn away to give you a small element of privacy out of respect. Though your chest can remain covered, you suppose they are saving you from more awkwardness than necessary. You gather your clothing as much as you are comfortable, and allow Ansar to study the mark. He gets a bit close, and his eyes almost appear sharper, nearly glowing. He tilts his head one way and then the other as he studies, mumbling something to himself, though you catch the word ‘beautiful’ more than once in regard to the mark. “I will touch you now,” he warns, bringing his hand towards you and hovering for a moment to give you the chance to refuse. When you make no move against him, he places cold fingers on the skin that bears the mark and instantly recoils. He freezes for a moment as he meets your eyes before he touches again, tracing the black lines of the $mark emblem. The mage breathes deeply, and his furrowed brow mars his smooth skin, and he shakes his head. You cannot tell if it is disbelief or understanding that is making his reactions. He continues to mumble as he touches. Finally, he pulls away and stares at you. “Once more, and this may tingle.” He smirks and flicks his wrist, his whole hand alighting in a blue glow. Magic. Pure magic. You have never seen it in its raw form before, though you’ve heard about it. Most mages you’ve ever happened upon were only capable of small parlor tricks. Ansar can command the essence right into his palm. He hovers it right over the mark, and the colors dance and change, flickering from blue to green to black and then white as it seems to react to whatever is within the mark. You noticed a steady tingle from Ansar’s hand, but also the heat from your abdomen seems to flicker in response. The mage leans back, and the light from his palm fizzles out. You draw your clothing back together, and your fathers turn around to face you, looking anxious. “Well?” Your da asks, hope and worry battling in his eyes. Ansar takes a deep breath. “You were right to call for me.” [[You lean forward, eager to hear what the mage has to say.]]

“As long as you do not touch me.” Papa cuts in with a stern warning, "Nothin' funny." He taps his axe against the floor. Ansar smiles, though it seems like an action done out of strained platitude rather than genuineness. He gestures at you to lift your clothing, and your parents turn away to give you a small element of privacy out of respect. Though your chest can remain covered, you suppose they are saving you from more awkwardness than necessary. You gather your clothing as much as you are comfortable and allow Ansar to study the mark. He gets a bit close, and his eyes almost appear sharper, nearly glowing. He tilts his head one way and then the other as he studies, mumbling something to himself, though you catch the word ‘beautiful’ more than once in regard to the mark. “I will hover my hand above the mark now,” he warns, bringing his hand towards you, keeping it back for a moment to give you the chance to refuse. When you make no move against him, he places his hand above the skin that bears the mark and, after a moment of concentration, recoils. He freezes for a moment as he meets your eyes before he reaches for the mark again, hovering along the black lines of the $mark emblem. The mage breathes deeply, and his furrowed brow mars his smooth skin as he shakes his head. You cannot tell if it is disbelief or understanding that is making his reactions. He continues to mumble as he focuses. Finally, he pulls away and stares at you. “Once more, and this may tingle, though my hand will not touch you.” He smirks and flicks his wrist, his whole hand alighting in a blue glow. Magic. Pure magic. You have never seen it in its raw form before. Most mages you’ve ever happened upon were only capable of small parlor tricks. Ansar can command the essence right into his palm. He hovers it right over the mark, and the colors dance and change, flickering from blue to green to black and then white as it seems to react to whatever is within the mark. You notice a steady tingle from Ansar’s magic, but also the heat from your abdomen seems to flicker in response. The mage leans back, and the light from his palm fizzles out. You draw your clothing back together, and your fathers turn around to face you, looking anxious. “Well?” Your da asks, hope and worry battling in his eyes. Ansar takes a deep breath. “You were right to call for me.” [[You lean forward, eager to hear what the mage has to say.]]

“Your child is cursed.” You blink. You wait. Ansar says nothing else, though you catch a little bit of pity in his eyes. Papa approaches, and his expression of shock matches Da's. You stare at the mage. “What do you mean //cursed//?” Da backs you up. “That isn’t possible. There are no spirits around anymore, there is nothing to lay a curse, there hasn’t been for centuries.” Ansar shakes his head. “It wasn’t a spirit that laid this curse.” Papa bellows, “Speak, mage! That’s enough drama from you!” The mage rolls his eyes, but does as commanded. “You are correct, to an extent, //Kip//. Spirits still linger in Iroda, but they are uncommon, and there are few strong enough to fund the magic needed for such a curse. Your $sondtrchild’s affliction was not created by a spirit, demon, or even a human mage.” “Then who...or what?” you plead. “You’ve been cursed by a god.” Ansar smirks. He actually //smirks// as he relays the information. Da rises from his chair so fast that it tips and falls. Despite the broken leg, he is no less spry, though he ought not move around. “That is not possible, Ansar. Stop fucking around! You owe me this, and I know that you understand what is happening here!” Ansar rises from his seat. He is much more petite than Da, but shows no fear, even if he keeps a leery eye on Papa, who has raised his axe. “Make no mistake, //Kip//, I see that my dues are paid. I tell you no lies. The mark your child bears is the burden placed by a god. I would know this magic anywhere.” Da shakes his head. “The gods left 900 years ago!” The mage throws his hands up. “You idiot! You know not from where this child came. The mother was dead, the father a mystery. The curse is likely placed on the family, not $mc specifically.<<if $mc is 'Noodles'>> Besides, any person who willfully calls themselves after pasta practically deserves to be cursed. Perhaps a god with foresight laid the curse for such a reason.<</if>>” Papa lowers the axe. “Would a god actually...they’d curse an entire family?” Ansar nods as all three men seem to gradually cool off and relax. “You are a bit ignorant of your history if you believe for a moment they were all benevolent. There was a reason behind the God Wars. Now, I cannot attest to knowing the exact nature, but I can say for certain that it is a curse of divine origin. Those that I have read about could be passed from generation to generation – others may only affect a certain gender or particular descendant. Only the god would know the specific rules of it.” You are stunned into silence and can only watch as Ansar continues his lecture. Your parents are similarly mute. Ansar looks at you. “Truths are difficult, young $manwoperson, but in all likelihood, it’s a strong possibility that one or both of your birth parents knew you were cursed, and that is why no one claimed you. If it is generational, there are many factors that could have been at play; the curse may have even killed your parents.” Da shakes his head. “How do we fix this? Curses can be broken, at least I know that much.” Papa rights Da’s chair and eases him back into it, looking close to tears. Ansar sighs. “I am sorry. I do not have easy solutions to this. You will need to act, I can tell you this much for certain. There is death lingering within the power of that mark. It is a power that is growing...if it appeared on the anniversary of your birth, it is likely the harbinger of the end. I would, optimistically, guess that you had a year left. Gods that laid curses were often poetic like that.” Da buries his face in his hands and sobs. Papa kneels next to you and takes your hands in his own. He’s shaking. [[You remain quietly in thought. You’d rather talk to your parents once Ansar is gone.][$ReservedOutgoing to Math.clamp($ReservedOutgoing + 5, 0, 100)]] [[Having been quiet long enough, you urge Ansar to continue the conversation.][$ReservedOutgoing to Math.clamp($ReservedOutgoing - 5, 0, 100)]] [[You gently try to soothe your parents.][$GentleAssertive to Math.clamp($GentleAssertive + 5, 0, 100)]] [[You rally your fathers.][$GentleAssertive to Math.clamp($GentleAssertive - 5, 0, 100)]] [[You buckle down your feelings.][$SeriousPlayful to Math.clamp($SeriousPlayful + 5, 0, 100)]] [[You attempt a bit of levity.][$SeriousPlayful to Math.clamp($SeriousPlayful - 5, 0, 100)]]

You sit in deep thought for a long time. Everyone has gone quiet. Ansar has returned to sipping his tea, and even he appears to be considering something. You hadn’t known what to expect out of this conversation, but it certainly wasn’t that you were cursed by a god of all things. //Cursed.// You dwell in your thoughts, recounting all the times you were ill and in pain. Cursed does feel appropriate, you suppose. The only thing you know about curses is what you hear in tall tales shared around dinner or evenings at the tavern. Your parents have told you plenty, but nothing you’ve heard quite matches up to your own experience. Papa continues to hold your hand and appears to be deep in thought as well. He seems to realize that you’re watching him, and he forces a very small grin before bringing a big hand to the side of your face in a warm caress. “Curses can be broken,” he utters. Ansar nods. “Yes, but it may be quite the feat.” Papa sighs. “How might we go about it?” The mage thinks for a moment. “I can see a few ways you can start. The curses I have read about would sometimes have obscure conditions, an indication that the god was playing a game. One that stands out to me was a tale of a woman who refused a god’s marriage proposal. To get back at her, the god made her infertile except for one day a year, and even then, if she wanted children, she would only conceive at the peak of the highest mountain in the North. To break the curse, which she did, she had to conceive. I like that particular story; not only did she break the curse, but she wed someone she dearly loved, and they had a big family together.” Ansar smiles, appearing wistful. You find it odd that someone who seems to take a bit of joy in the suffering of others would feel sentimental about such a tale. “So, what about my curse?” You ask, “Do you have any guesses on the condition?” “Nothing that specific. I can only sense that death is awaiting you to fulfill the curse. If the punishment is death, and I am correct that the curse has passed down from your bloodline, it is likely that you have an ancestor who greatly offended a god. Depending on where you hail from, there may even be a deity in your family tree. <<if $eyecolor is "purple">>Your eye color is a strong indicator that a god or a demigod is in your family line. The only documented source for such a color came from gods who were most attuned to magic. <</if>><<if $eyecolor is "blue">>Your eye color might be an indicator that a mage, god, or demigod is in your family line. Though blue was found in human lines, it still has a strong association with magic. There is even a god far back in my own ancestry. <</if>>If that is the case, and since curses that result in death are usually placed due to a death, your ancestor may have killed a god – or someone important to a god if they were not deific.” Da interjects, “So since the consequence to the curse is...um, severe; does that mean the terms to break it will also be...” “Possibly, though it could be as simple as, say, an apology. It depends on the god, which is why it is very important to try to discover which one is responsible.” Da leans forward. “You must have more insight, Ansar. We have to at least try.” The mage finishes off the last of his tea and then leans back on the divan, spreading his arms along the backrest as he gets comfortable. “The parameters for such may be unknowable, but you may be able to find someone who can provide more insight.” Papa settles, turning to face Ansar and looking at him with more respect than he had before. “Please, tell us all yer thoughts.” Ansar grins. “I do quite like lectures, so I will oblige.” Da rolls his eyes. “You haven’t changed at all.” [[Ansar rises from his seat and begins to pace as he speaks.]]

“Tell me, what sort of conditions could the curse have?” You ask. The mage thinks for a moment. “It could be a number of things. The ones I have read about would sometimes have obscure conditions, an indication that the god was playing a game. One that stands out to me was a tale of a woman who refused a god’s marriage proposal. To get back at her, the god made her infertile except for one day a year, and even then, if she wanted children, she would only conceive at the peak of the highest mountain in the North. To break the curse, which she did, she had to conceive. I like that particular story, not only did she break the curse, but she wed someone she dearly loved, and they had a big family together.” Ansar smiles, appearing wistful. You find it odd that someone who seems to take a bit of joy in the suffering of others would feel sentimental about such a tale. “So, what about my curse? Do you have any guesses on the condition?” “Nothing that specific. I can only sense that death is awaiting you to fulfill the curse. If the punishment is death, and I am correct that the curse has passed down from your bloodline, it is likely that you have an ancestor who greatly offended a god. Depending on where you hail from, there may even be a deity in your ancestors. <<if $eyecolor is "purple">>Your eye color is a strong indicator that a god or a demigod is in your family line. The only documented source for such a color came from gods who were most attuned to magic. <</if>><<if $eyecolor is "blue">>Your eye color might be an indicator that a mage, god, or demigod is in your family line. Though blue was found in human lines, it still has a strong association with magic. There is even a god far back in my own ancestry. <</if>> If that is the case, and since curses that result in death are usually placed due to a death, your ancestor may have killed a god – or someone important to a god if they were not deific.” “So since the punishment is severe, the conditions to break it will be...difficult.” “Possibly, though it could be as simple as, say, an apology. It depends on the god, which is why it is very important to try to discover which one is responsible.” You sit and mull over what you’ve learned. Ansar returns to sipping his tea and even appears to be considering something. You hadn’t known what to expect out of this conversation, but it certainly wasn’t that you were cursed by a god of all things. //Cursed.// You dwell in your thoughts, recounting all the times you were ill and in pain. Cursed does feel appropriate, you suppose. The only thing you know about curses is what you hear in tall tales shared around dinner or evenings at the tavern. Your parents have told you plenty, but nothing you’ve heard quite matches up to your own experience. Papa continues to hold your hand and appears to be deep in thought. He seems to realize that you’re watching him, and he forces a very small grin before bringing a big hand to the side of your face in a warm caress. “This curse can be broken,” he utters. Ansar nods. “Yes, but it may be quite the feat.” Da leans forward. “You must have some more insight, Ansar. We have to at least try.” The mage finishes off the last of his tea and then leans back on the divan, spreading his arms along the backrest as he gets comfortable. “The parameters for such may be unknowable, but you may be able to find someone who can provide more insight.” Papa settles, turning to face Ansar and looking at him with more respect than he had before. “Please, tell us all yer thoughts.” Ansar grins. “I do quite like lectures, so I will oblige.” Da rolls his eyes. “You haven’t changed at all.” [[Ansar rises from his seat and begins to pace as he speaks.]]

“Papa...Da…” You begin. They lift their gazes to you, and you can see conflicting emotions in their faces. You squeeze Papa’s hands as you continue. “We can work through this; we know more than we did, and we’ve made it this far already. We just need to take a breath and think through this, right? That’s what you’ve always told me. You’ve helped me survive this long.” Da smiles and Papa ruffles pats your head, making you feel like a tiny child once again. “I know yer right,” Papa says. “I suppose now isn’t a good time to stew.” Da rubs the back of his neck. “We should get to work instead...Ansar, can you offer us more insight?” The mage thinks for a moment. “Hm, well, if you’re ready to take this on, you’ll need to figure out the terms of the curse. The ones I have read about would sometimes have obscure conditions, an indication that the god was playing a game. One that stands out to me was a tale of a woman who refused a god’s marriage proposal. To get back at her, the god made her infertile except for one day a year, and even then, if she wanted children, she would only conceive at the peak of the highest mountain in the North. To break the curse, which she did, she had to conceive. I like that particular story, not only did she break the curse, but she wed someone she dearly loved, and they had a big family together.” Ansar smiles, appearing wistful. You find it odd that someone who seems to take a bit of joy in the suffering of others would feel sentimental about such a tale. You add to Da’s line of questioning. “So, what about my curse? Do you have any guesses on the condition?” “Nothing that specific. I can only sense that death is awaiting you to fulfill the curse. If the punishment is death, and I am correct that the curse has passed down from your bloodline, it is likely that you have an ancestor who greatly offended a god. Depending on where you hail from, there may even be a deity in your family tree.<<if $eyecolor is "purple">> Your eye color is a strong indicator that a god or a demigod is in your family line. The only documented source for such a color came from gods who were most attuned to magic. <</if>><<if $eyecolor is "blue">>Your eye color might be an indicator that a mage, god, or demigod is in your family line. Though blue was found in human lines, it still has a strong association with magic. There is even a god far back in my own ancestry. <</if>> If that is the case, and since curses that result in death are usually placed due to a death, your ancestor may have killed a god – or someone important to a god if they were not deific.” Papa continues, “Since the punishment’s severe, breakin’ it will be...difficult.” “Possibly, though it could be as simple as, say, an apology. It depends on the god, which is why it is very important to try to discover which one is responsible.” You sit and mull over what you’ve learned. Ansar returns to sipping his tea and even appears to be considering something. You hadn’t known what to expect out of this conversation, but it certainly wasn’t that you were cursed by a god of all things. //Cursed.// You dwell in your thoughts, recounting all the times you were ill and in pain. Cursed does feel appropriate, you suppose. The only thing you know about curses is what you hear in tall tales shared around dinner or evenings at the tavern. Your parents have told you plenty, but nothing you’ve heard quite matches up to your own experience. Papa continues to hold your hand and appears to be deep in thought. He seems to realize that you’re watching him, and he forces a very small grin before bringing a big hand to the side of your face in a warm caress. “This curse can be broken,” he utters. Ansar nods. “Yes, but it may be quite the feat.” Da leans forward. “You must have some more insight, Ansar. Anything else you can think of?” The mage finishes off the last of his tea and then leans back on the divan, spreading his arms along the backrest as he gets comfortable. “The parameters for this curse may be unknowable, but you may be able to find someone who can provide more insight.” Papa settles, turning to face Ansar and looking at him with more respect than he had before. “Please, tell us all yer thoughts.” Ansar grins. “I do quite like lectures, so I will oblige.” Da rolls his eyes. “You haven’t changed at all.” [[Ansar rises from his seat and begins to pace as he speaks.]]

You stand, gathering the attention of your fathers and the mage. “Papa, Da – we’ll solve this. Don’t give yourself over to grief just yet. This means I still have a chance. I’m not dead yet, and I’ll fight this until I’ve won.” You smile pride in their eyes as their smiles you know so well return. You sit back down, and Papa grabs your hands again and gives them a gentle squeeze. You continue. “Let’s hear anything else Ansar has to say, and then we’ll make a plan.” Da smiles and Papa pats your head, making you feel like a tiny child once again. “I know yer right,” Papa says. “I suppose now isn’t a good time to stew.” Da rubs the back of his neck. “We should get to work instead...Ansar, can you offer us more insight?” The mage thinks for a moment. “Hm, well, if you’re ready to take this on, you’ll need to figure out the terms of the curse. The ones I have read about would sometimes have obscure conditions, an indication that the god was playing a game. One that stands out to me was a tale of a woman who refused a god’s marriage proposal. To get back at her, the god made her infertile except for one day a year, and even then, if she wanted children, she would only conceive at the peak of the highest mountain in the North. To break the curse, which she did, she had to conceive. I like that particular story, not only did she break the curse, but she wed someone she dearly loved, and they had a big family together.” Ansar smiles, appearing wistful. You find it odd that someone who seems to take a bit of joy in the suffering of others would feel sentimental about such a tale. You add to Da’s line of questioning. “So, what about my curse? Do you have any guesses on the condition?” “Nothing that specific. I can only sense that death is awaiting you to fulfill the curse. If the punishment is death, and I am correct that the curse has passed down from your bloodline, it is likely that you have an ancestor who greatly offended a god. Depending on where you hail from, there may even be a deity in your family tree.<<if $eyecolor is "purple">> Your eye color is a strong indicator that a god or a demigod is in your family line. The only documented source for such a color came from gods who were most attuned to magic. <</if>><<if $eyecolor is "blue">> Your eye color might be an indicator that a mage, god or demigod is in your family line. Though blue was found in human lines, it still has a strong association with magic. There is even a god far back in my own ancestry. <</if>> If that is the case, and since curses that result in death are usually placed due to a death, your ancestor may have killed a god – or someone important to a god if they were not deific.” Papa continues, “Since the punishment’s severe, breakin’ it will be...difficult.” “Possibly, though it could be as simple as, say, an apology. It depends on the god, which is why it is very important to try to discover which one is responsible.” You sit and mull over what you’ve learned. Ansar returns to sipping his tea and even appears to be considering something. You hadn’t known what to expect out of this conversation, but it certainly wasn’t that you were cursed by a god of all things. //Cursed.// You dwell in your thoughts, recounting all the times you were ill and in pain. Cursed does feel appropriate, you suppose. The only thing you know about curses is what you hear in tall tales shared around dinner or evenings at the tavern. Your parents have told you plenty, but nothing you’ve heard quite matches up to your own experience. Papa continues to hold your hand and appears to be deep in thought. He seems to realize that you’re watching him, and he forces a very small grin before bringing a big hand to the side of your face in a warm caress. “This curse can be broken,” he utters. Ansar nods. “Yes, but it may be quite the feat.” Da leans forward. “You must have some more insight, Ansar. Anything else you can think of?” The mage finishes off the last of his tea and then leans back on the divan, spreading his arms along the backrest as he gets comfortable. “The parameters for such a curse may be unknowable, but you may be able to find someone who can provide more insight.” Papa settles, turning to face Ansar and looking at him with more respect than he had before. “Please, tell us all yer thoughts.” Ansar grins. “I do quite like lectures, so I will oblige.” Da rolls his eyes. “You haven’t changed at all.” [[Ansar rises from his seat and begins to pace as he speaks.]]

Now isn’t the time to fall apart; now is the time to gather information and make a plan. If you give in now, the curse and the god who placed it wins. You’ve done nothing wrong, and it’s time to get to work to reclaim your life. You sit in deep thought for a long time. Everyone has gone quiet. Ansar has returned to sipping his tea, and even he appears to be considering something. You hadn’t known what to expect out of this conversation, but it certainly wasn’t that you were cursed by a god of all things. It doesn’t change your situation, though, you still know more now than you did, which means you can fix this... //Cursed.// You dwell in your thoughts further, recounting all the times you were ill and in pain. Cursed does feel appropriate, you suppose. The only thing you know about curses is what you hear in tall tales shared around dinner or evenings at the tavern. Your parents have told you plenty, but nothing you’ve heard quite matches up to your own experience. Papa continues to hold your hand and appears to be deep in thought. He seems to realize that you’re watching him, and he forces a very small grin before bringing a big hand to the side of your face in a warm caress. “Curses can be broken,” he utters. Ansar nods. “Yes, but it may be quite the feat.” Da leans forward. “You must have some insight, Ansar. We have to at least try.” The mage finishes off the last of his tea and then leans back on the divan, spreading his arms along the backrest as he gets comfortable. “The parameters for such may be unknowable, but you may be able to find someone who can provide more insight.” Papa settles, turning to face Ansar and looking at him with more respect than he had before. “Please, tell us all yer thoughts.” Ansar grins. “I do quite like lectures, so I will oblige.” Da rolls his eyes. “You haven’t changed at all.” [[Ansar rises from his seat and begins to pace as he speaks.]]

“Come, come now; I’m not dead yet, dear fathers. You can’t get rid of me that easy.” You chuckle. They lift their gazes to you, and you can see conflicting emotions in their faces, though Da is fighting a smirk. You squeeze Papa’s hands as you continue. “You’ve kept me alive this long. This isn’t as bleak as you might think. We’ll figure this out, and then I’ll be around to tease Da about his graying hair.” Da finally laughs, and Papa ruffles pats your head, making you feel like a tiny child once again. “I know yer right,” Papa says. “I suppose now isn’t a good time to stew, but I’ll have you know I am decades away from gray hair. We should get to work instead...Ansar, can you offer us more insight?” The mage thinks for a moment. “Hm, well, if you’re ready to take this on, you’ll need to figure out the terms of the curse. The ones I have read about would sometimes have obscure conditions, an indication that the god was playing a game. One that stands out to me was a tale of a woman who refused a god’s marriage proposal. To get back at her, the god made her infertile except for one day a year, and even then, if she wanted children, she would only conceive at the peak of the highest mountain in the North. To break the curse, which she did, she had to conceive. I like that particular story; not only did she break the curse, but she wed someone she dearly loved, and they had a big family together.” Ansar smiles, appearing wistful. You find it odd that someone who seems to take a bit of joy in the suffering of others would feel sentimental about such a tale. You add to Da’s line of questioning. “So, what about my curse? Do you have any guesses on the condition?” “Nothing that specific. I can only sense that death is awaiting you to fulfill the curse. If the punishment is death, and I am correct that the curse has passed down from your bloodline, it is likely that you have an ancestor who greatly offended a god. Depending on where you hail from, there may even be a deity in your family tree. <<if $eyecolor is "purple">>Your eye color is a strong indicator that a god or a demigod is in your family line. The only documented source for such a color came from gods who were most attuned to magic. <</if>><<if $eyecolor is "blue">>Your eye color might be an indicator that a mage, god, or demigod is in your family line. Though blue was found in human lines, it still has a strong association with magic. There is even a god far back in my own ancestry. <</if>> If that is the case, and since curses that result in death are usually placed due to a death, your ancestor may have killed a god or someone important to a god if they were not deific.” Papa continues, “Since the punishment’s severe, breakin’ it will be...difficult.” “Possibly, though it could be as simple as, say, an apology. It depends on the god, which is why it is very important to try to discover which one is responsible.” You sit and mull over what you’ve learned. Ansar returns to sipping his tea and even appears to be considering something. You hadn’t known what to expect out of this conversation, but it certainly wasn’t that you were cursed by a god of all things. //Cursed.// You dwell in your thoughts, recounting all the times you were ill and in pain. Cursed does feel appropriate, you suppose. The only thing you know about curses is what you hear in tall tales shared around dinner or evenings at the tavern. Your parents have told you plenty, but nothing you’ve heard quite matches up to your own experience. Papa continues to hold your hand and appears to be deep in thought. He seems to realize that you’re watching him, and he forces a very small grin before bringing a big hand to the side of your face in a warm caress. “This curse can be broken,” he utters. Ansar nods. “Yes, but it may be quite the feat.” Da leans forward. “You must have some more insight, Ansar. Anything else you can think of?” The mage finishes off the last of his tea and then leans back on the divan, spreading his arms along the backrest as he gets comfortable. “The parameters for such a curse may be unknowable, but you may be able to find someone who can provide more insight.” Papa settles, turning to face Ansar and looking at him with more respect than he had before. “Please, tell us all yer thoughts.” Ansar grins. “I do quite like lectures, so I will oblige.” Da rolls his eyes. “You haven’t changed at all.” [[Ansar rises from his seat and begins to pace as he speaks.]]

“Now, I cannot attest to anything more than conjecture and educated guesswork. I’ve studied magic and religion since I was a child, and I may be able to provide some guidance. You must understand that what I tell you is just that – guidance and guesswork. There is nothing certain about your situation.” Ansar turns to face Da. “But with this, my debt to you is paid in full.” “Agreed.” Da gives an affirmative nod. You wonder if your da will tell you how such a man fell into his debt in the first place. Ansar continues. “So, we know that the mark has deific origins. It is clear to me that the form the mark has taken will be significant to you. I presume it will be the sigil of the god who placed the original curse; however, it is not one I recognize, and many of the gods – especially the ones that would engage in curse-laying – died in the war.” You interject, “If the god is dead, wouldn’t the curse be broken?” “That depends on the rules of the curse. If the god was powerful enough, as I suspect they were, the magic may have a contingency within it to continue despite the god’s death – though that would mean it is breakable without requiring the god themselves. Once you satisfy the condition of the curse, the magic will simply abate.” Ansar takes out the sketch your da made of the mark and unrolls it. “Gods were terribly poetic in their dealings and often liked to ‘sign’ their work as it were. We can start by studying our main clue. <<if $mark is 'tree'>>Now, the tree emblem is curious. Most gods did not have such obvious sigils, but what we can glean from this is that the deity likely used trees or forests as a catalyst for their power. The tree may also symbolize something else more abstract, as they can also be associated with life, growth, spring, and so on.<<elseif $mark is 'sun'>>The sun is an interesting choice, but you’ll note that it is not just a sun here. The emblem for Hayat was similar in that it appeared to be a rising sun and was the inverse of his sister’s. Given the similarity, the god in question could be an unknown descendant of Hayat. Whereas Hayat’s catalyst was life itself, this may be simply light or other celestial bodies, perhaps dawn itself. <<elseif $mark is 'storm'>>This mark, the storm as you call it, is odd to me. That I know of, there was no god of storms. There was one for lightning, wind, and rain, though. But again, the knowledge I have had access to is incomplete. You may be looking for a god that was stricken from written history, at least the one that I have access to. Gods like that often kept cults rather than large churches. The benefit of that is that their records were often more accurate.<<elseif $mark is 'plants'>>The foliage on your mark is clear, but the biggest mystery may be the symbol they’re wrapped around. I do not know if it is significant or not. They could be related to Dragomir, though her domain was earth itself and not necessarily plant life. The accounts written of her would strongly support that she would not lay a curse. Though the plants may be symbolic, you’ll note there are clear thorns among the vines in the pattern. It could indicate a god of plant-life or even specifically brambles.<<elseif $mark is 'night'>>I believe your assessment of the mark being the essence of night is correct, as the magic within has made a connection to you; however, I do not know of any god who adopted it as their catalyst. There was a god of darkness and even several gods for stars, but not of night. Shyama was the deity of darkness, and their benevolence is well-documented. They are also one of the gods that did not return to the Isle after the war.<<elseif $mark is 'mountain'>>Your interpretation of the mark representing a mountain is curious to me, but I do see how you came to such a conclusion, and the magic within it will have a deep connection that may foster your understanding. The closest god to mountains would have to be Dragomir, but her catalyst was earth itself. There are stories about the god of a particular mountain in the North, but I believe they are just stories, though I also agree that all tales will have an element of truth.<</if>>” You shake your head. “So how does this help? It sounds like no matter what, we won’t be able to identify which god it is by the mark alone.” “That is partially true, but you can glean characteristics of their catalyst through it. Not every god had a known emblem that they used. The ones we still know today are from the main pantheon. Given that your mark is unknown to me, it seems more likely that the curse is from one of the more minor gods, perhaps a child from the second generation of the pantheon. They were often less known and worshiped, and many were mischievous.” Da huffs. “Even if we can understand this so-called ‘catalyst’ for the god, how do we actually break the curse with this information?” Ansar places his hands on his hips. “You’ll have to go looking for that information; I am merely guiding the direction of your search. Breaking the curse will require something on $mc’s end. Depending on when and why the curse was laid, it may be as simple as prostrating to the god or even a relative of that god. It may mean a blood sacrifice, too.” He shrugs. “The best course of action is to find someone who can better recognize the mark or knows of gods that may be related to it. If you are very fortunate, you may do well to find a god who is powerful enough to break the curse for you.” You recall your reading from the books Nathanael gave you. “But the gods are not to interfere with human lives anymore. Why would a god break this curse for me? Can it even still be broken?” “Given that the curse was placed by a god tampering with human life, even if it occurred before the war, I believe it will be permissible for a god to interfere to ‘right’ the wrong created by the curse-layer. If you were able to appeal to Hayat himself, I feel certain that he would help, and he’s the one who laid his own curse on the gods after the war. From my understanding of him, he would view your curse as one of the misdeeds that led to his war.” “Wait,” Da says. “The god of //life// put a curse on other gods?” Papa answers, “It’s a curse to keep gods from meddlin’. Causes death.” Ansar grins. “Oh, so you are not completely ignorant. That is correct, Dov; Hayat cursed the gods in such a way that it eliminated the possibility for the creation of new gods, which indirectly caused the war, and to prevent ‘meddlin’’ as you call it.” You sigh. “So, I need to find a god? How am I supposed to do that? Most of them returned to the Isle of the Gods, and humans can’t access it.” [[Ansar turns his grin to you, and you’re not entirely sure that it’s a well-meaning smile.]]

“My opinion is that finding a god is the best course of action, and there are a few that still dwell on Iroda. Not too far from here is an old shrine to Valko at the foot of the Mahdeh Mountains near Codrin, and he is one of the gods that still lingers here, though he was known to prefer Norwood Province.” Da chimes in, “Who was Valko?” Ansar turns his predatory smile to your da, no doubt an intentional jab. “Why, the god of the hunt, //Kip//, shouldn’t you know that? Or, I guess I should say, he is the last of the gods of the hunt. His six siblings, who shared the title, perished in the war. He is not known for kindness, but he was known as one of the strongest gods. Several accounts of the war attribute Hayat’s success to Casimir and Valko’s tenacity in battle.” You gulp. One of the stories you read was about how Valko achieved revenge for the death of his wife by ripping another god, Ola, the deity for commerce, apart piece by piece. His temper was noted frequently in ‘The Folly of Gods,’ mentioned most often when the god, Dren, sought to irritate Valko. It’s quiet for a moment as your fathers stew about this information. Ansar appears to enjoy it before continuing with his lecture. “Now, if that does not help, you may simply be able to find solutions in the right church or cult.” “No,” Da interjects, “We tried multiple churches around Lale, none knew the nature of what was happening to $mc.” Ansar holds up a finger to rudely silence your father. “It stands to reason that they could not have detected that it was a curse. They presumed it was an illness, and if no one detected magic before now, it would not have been possible to know. Religious groups still hoard a wealth of knowledge concerning gods that they will not easily part with if you are not members.” Ansar glowers, and you are certain that he has had dealings with such a group before. “Regardless, you would do well to seek out a group or two. They will probably leap at the chance to study the mark. You may even find yourself worshiped a bit.” The mage chuckles. “And if that doesn’t work?” your papa asks. The mage finally sits and relaxes once more. He places a hand to his chin and tilts his head in thought. “I suppose you could find a witch or two, the more powerful the better. There is a coven close to the Fields of Desolation that captures and uses the demons there for gods know what. As far as I know, they keep to themselves, and those with magical aptitude are welcome to join them. Every city generally has at least one or two mages or witches you could easily find.” “What’s the difference?” You ask. “Between a mage and a witch?” You nod. “Not much, depending on who you ask. Mages tend to prefer scholastic practices, and most are under the employ of the Monarchy, witches practice all aspects of magic indiscriminately and are not loyal to any particular entity. They tend to group together as well. Should you find a cult to assist you, there will likely be a strong magic user among them who will identify as a witch.” Da clears his throat and addresses you. “The, uh, twins say they are witches, actually.” Your jaw drops. Sage and Poppy have known you all your life, and you were never aware they could even perform magic. You suppose, though, that some of their odd behaviors seem more understandable now if they've kept that detail private. “It’s not common knowledge, so keep it to yourself, Sprout. They helped me contact Ansar in secret using their abilities.” Ansar raises an eyebrow. “//Sprout//? How quaint, //Kip//.” He chuckles. Papa bristles. “Have ya said all you intend to, //mage//?” Ansar straightens his robes. “I suppose we have probably had enough of one another, yes.” Papa briskly walks back to his station by the window. His face bears a scowl that is not typical for him. At least Da appears more genial towards Ansar. “It is late, would you like to bed here-” “Not at all.” Ansar cuts in. “No insult to your home or //family//, but I want to be on my way back to Lale now.” “I understand.” “Al-...//Kip//, I don’t believe you do. It is not that I am not glad to see you...to see that you are okay after all these years, but you know where my loyalty lies. You did not just abandon your family when you left.” Da nods, and he goes still. What is Ansar talking about? Your da told you that his family was all gone. “I am a bit shocked that //this// is what you’ve done with your life. You’ve always had such potential. Even if you were always quite...” He waves his hand in a circle as if trying to pull the right word from the air. "...wanton." You can’t help but grimace at that, and if Da’s face is anything to go by, he feels the same. “Ansar, I am sorry for abandoning you, but you knew I was set in my decision. I did not realize that the chance was coming when it did, and I could not risk saying goodbye. I know all this must feel so ‘//quaint//’ to you, but this is the life I always wanted. I have a husband who loves me dearly and a kid. //Me// with a kid! $mc is the best thing that ever happened to us, and I would never give this life up for anything.” [[The mage goes quiet.]]

“I suppose I should be thankful that you’ve finally matured.” Ansar rolls his eyes. After that, the mage departs without much fanfare, exchanging a few private words with Da before slipping out the door. At least you have some answers, though now you have even more questions about your situation and about your da. For a while, it seems as though none of you know what to say. It’s clear that your fathers are mulling over the situation. You take in everything in the quiet home you grew up in. Looking around, you recognize nearly every plank of wood, every hewn log that was used to make this house. Oak, some details in birch, walnut – it all made a shelter for you in the 24 years of your life. You’re only 24. You’re supposed to have many years left, and you just learned that death is already sneaking up on you. Placing a hand to your stomach, feeling the warmth of the mark emanating. It feels oddly comforting, benign even. What’s next? Ansar estimated a year before the magic within the mark, this curse, kills you. What if it’s less than that? You watch your fathers for a moment. Papa is sitting on the divan, holding Da’s hand. They whisper to each other, and you can feel that they’re barely keeping their emotions in check. Your eyes scan every inch of your home. The home that was never intended to be yours. You’ve lived well, had parents who loved and cared for you, and you’ve never gone hungry. For being cursed, you’ve had it pretty good, better than many. You look up at the high ceiling, the stone fireplace that cooked countless meals for you and kept you warm. As a kid, you knocked your head against those gray stones a time or two, and it’s a wonder you didn’t do any permanent damage to your skull. You smile as you spy a gouge low on the support beam that stands in the middle of the house, dividing the den from the other half of the house. You were, maybe, seven years old, and had managed to nab Papa’s axe. You gave it a few swings and managed to drive it into the beam somehow before Papa caught you. He tried to be mad about it, but he just couldn’t. You were pretending to be like him after all. Your eyes move to the floor, and the happy memories are interrupted. There’s a stain, one you’d easily miss if you did not know better, but it mars the dark hue of the floor just enough that you can’t //not// see it. Blood. Yours. During your episode, the convulsions were so violent that you vomited blood. You don’t remember any of that, but your parents definitely do. Since your awareness returned, they have been anxious. You are never alone for long, and you discovered that they station Oswin at the house if they need to be out for a bit. [[You have to fix this.]]

Will you really need to go in search of a god? You shiver as you think about the possibility of meeting one, especially Valko. His reputation comprised a lot of...aggression, but as far as you know, most of it was directed towards other gods, and he seemed to favor human spouses, so perhaps he would be kind to you. He is the closest lead that you have, and you don’t have the luxury of being picky. Plus, the area is close to a city that may house a magic user or a religious group that could help. The journey to the shrine could take a week or so, assuming you could take a good horse and move without interruption. You peer at Da, looking over his splinted leg. He’s not fit to travel. You were told that Kavi had to reset the break after your ordeal; even without that, it would not have been good for him to travel. You are unsure what transpired, but Da’s urgency to help you unset the bone so he likely tried to walk on it. You’re well aware that if he does not take it easy to let it heal, it may never mend correctly, and he’ll end up crippled for the remainder of his life. Kavi is already worried about long-term problems from the second break. You can’t put that sort of pressure on Da, though you know he would want to be with you. And Papa needs to care for him; there’s no question in your mind. You know they will both fight you on that. They’ll both insist that at least Papa should take you to the shrine and beyond if there are no answers there. You may be gone several weeks, the whole season even depending on what you can or can’t discover. The Twinflowers will be too busy to care for your da full time, they were already spread thin in their visits to you, which is common for Spring with the increase in children being born, seasonal illness, and injuries as the townspeople become more active. Not to mention, it will be impossible for the farm to manage without at least one able-bodied person with the time to tend it. The livestock need to be cared for, and the garden will need to be planted soon and has already been delayed. Your family relies on these things to survive. There’s no going around it; you’ll need to go by yourself and hope that you do not fall into another episode along the way. [[There’s a knock on the door.]]

You motion to your papa to stay where he is and make your way to the door, unlatching and pulling it open to reveal the brooding figure of Oswin on the other side. When he notices you, he shifts uneasily. You usher him inside and close the door. He’s still wearing his leather armor, his green tunic peeking out from under it, and a sword strapped to his hip. He must have been patrolling. His short black hair is more disheveled than usual, and his deep green eyes look tired. Oswin clears his throat. “So...how did...did you learn anything from the mage?” [[“If we did, why do you care?”]] [[“Why do you want to know?”]] [[“I’m not sure if I want to talk about it right now.”]] [[“Not much.”]] [[“That I need to act and fast.”]] $flirt_label [[“Awe, you worried you won’t get to see me naked again?”][$BoldflirtShyflirt to Math.clamp($BoldflirtShyflirt + 3, 0, 100)]] $flirt_label [[“Are...are you worried for me?”][$BoldflirtShyflirt to Math.clamp($BoldflirtShyflirt - 3, 0, 100)]]

Oswin spins to face you, brow furrowed, making his eyes look fierce. You notice the beginnings of a dark beard where he’s usually clean-shaven or prickled with light stubble. His mouth presses into a thin line, and his eyes meet yours directly. Though you know he wouldn’t harm you, there’s an instinctual pull within you, like a warning that you are very much the prey in this situation. The intensity in his eyes wanes and is replaced by something you can’t identify. <<nobr>> <<if $mc is 'Ravi'>>“Who says I do care, Ravi?” Oswin’s voice quivers over your name as he tries and fails to sound stoic. <br> <br> You’ve been curious as to how he felt when you took his childhood pet-name for you as your own. He’s never mentioned it, not that you’ve had many opportunities to talk about it. Despite his attempt at acting prickly, the way he flounders over your name is telling. <br> <br> “Considering you can’t say my name with a straight face, no one even needs to say.” A self-satisfied smirk briefly shows on your lips. <br> <br> <<else>> “Who says I do care, Ravi?” Oswin quips, but he can’t hide the way his voice shakes over your name. <br> <br> You tilt your head. “You haven’t called me that since we were little.” As children, Oswin always called you Ravi, claiming your given name was too long. Yet, he never addressed you like that to anyone else – he’d always use ‘Ravinder’ instead. It was only to your ears that he used the nickname, and always with playful affection.<</if>> <</nobr>> Oswin appears to shirk back a little, his eyes going wide, seemingly in surprise at his own word choice. “I apologize,” he says, “I just...you-. Never mind, forget I asked.” He waves a hand at you before turning around in a huff and walking towards your fathers. [[It’s probably time for dinner anyway.]]

Oswin spins to face you, brow furrowed, making his eyes look fierce. You notice the beginnings of a dark beard where he’s usually clean-shaven or prickled with light stubble. <<if $mc is 'Ravi'>>“Why do you think, Ravi…. //Ravi//?” As Oswin repeats your name, his voice shakes, though he tries to hide it. You’ve been curious as to how he felt when you took his childhood pet-name for you as your own. He’s never mentioned it, not that you’ve had many opportunities to talk about it. Despite his attempt at acting prickly, the way he flounders over your name is telling. “Maybe you should tell me.” There’s a tinge of defiance in your tone.<<else>>“Why do you think, Ravi...$mc,” he says, eyes darting away once he corrects your name. You tilt your head. “You haven’t called me that since we were little.” As children, Oswin always called you Ravi, claiming your given name was too long. Yet, he never addressed you like that to anyone else – he’d always use ‘Ravinder’ instead. It was only to your ears that he used the nickname, and always with playful affection.<</if>> “I apologize. I just...it’s nothing. Never mind, forget I asked.” He waves a hand at you before turning around in a huff and walking towards your fathers. [[It’s probably time for dinner anyway.]]

Oswin spins to face you, brow furrowed, making his eyes look fierce. You finally notice the beginnings of a dark beard where he’s usually clean-shaven or prickled with light stubble. <<if $mc is 'Ravi'>>He starts to speak a couple of times and then stops and just stares at you for a moment before clearing his throat. “//Ravi//.” His voice shakes over your name. You’ve been curious as to how he felt when you took his childhood pet-name for you as your own. He’s never mentioned it, not that you’ve had many opportunities to talk about it. Despite his attempt at acting prickly, the way he flounders over your name is telling. You take a deep breath. “Just don’t worry about it right now.” He nods. “I apologize,” he says solemnly before abruptly turning and walking away.<<else>>He starts to speak a couple of times and then stops and just stares at you for a moment before clearing his throat. “I know it’s probably a raw subject. I’m sorry, Ravi-$mc….Forget I asked.” You tilt your head. “You haven’t called me that since we were little.” As children, Oswin always called you Ravi, claiming your given name was too long. Yet, he never addressed you like that to anyone else – he’d always use ‘Ravinder’ instead. It was only to your ears that he used the nickname, and always with playful affection. “It was just a slip…” Oswin turns and begins to walk towards your fathers, putting an end to the subject.<</if>> [[It’s probably time for dinner anyway.]]

Oswin spins to face you, brow furrowed, making his eyes look fierce. You notice the beginnings of a dark beard where he’s usually clean-shaven or prickled with stubble. “That’s...worrisome,” he says. You simply shrug at him, making his face scrunch up even more as he watches you. <<if $mc is 'Ravi'>>He folds his arms. "//Ravi//...don't lie to me." The way Oswin's voice quivers over your name is almost alarming. You’ve been curious as to how he felt when you took his childhood pet-name for you as your own. He’s never mentioned it, not that you’ve had many opportunities to talk about it. Despite his attempt at acting prickly, the way he flounders over your name is telling. "Let's not talk about it right now." Oswin nods. "I apologize; I should have been more mindful of how you might be feeling." He turns sharply and stalks off toward your fathers.<<else>>He folds his arms. “You’re lying, Ravi...$mc.” You tilt your head. “You haven’t called me that since we were little.” As children, Oswin always called you Ravi, claiming your given name was too long. Yet, he never addressed you like that to anyone else – he’d always use ‘Ravinder’ instead. It was only to your ears that he used the nickname, and always with playful affection. “It was just a slip…I’m sorry.” Oswin turns and begins to walk towards your fathers, putting an end to the subject. <</if>> [[It’s probably time for dinner anyway.]]

Oswin spins to face you, brow furrowed, making his eyes look fierce. You notice the beginnings of a dark beard where he’s usually clean-shaven or prickled with light stubble. <<nobr>> <<if $mc is 'Ravi'>> He steps closer, and now you can easily see how tired his eyes are. He holds your gaze for a long moment. "Is it bad, Ravi?" <br> <br> You stare back for a moment, more stunned at his intensity than anything. <br> <br> "//Ravi//," he repeats, voice wavering, your name bringing in a flood of memories. <br> <br> You’ve been curious as to how he felt when you took his childhood pet-name for you as your own. He’s never mentioned it, not that you’ve had many opportunities to talk about it. Despite his attempt at acting prickly, the way he flounders over your name is telling. <br> <br> "We should speak about it later." <br> <br> Oswin suddenly takes a step away from you, schooling his expression before grunting an agreement of sorts and briskly walking away. <br> <br> <<else>> He steps closer, and now you can easily see how tired his eyes are. “Is it bad, Ravi?” The confusion on his face is replaced with concern. So much so, that he doesn’t seem to realize he called you by the wrong name. <br> <br> You tilt your head. “You haven’t called me that since we were little.” As children, Oswin always called you Ravi, claiming your given name was too long. Yet, he never addressed you like that to anyone else – he’d always use ‘Ravinder’ instead. It was only to your ears that he used the nickname, and always with playful affection. <br> <br> He steps back and stammers a moment. “I apologize, $mc, it...it slipped. I don’t…” <br> <br> “It’s fine.” You try to reassure him. <br> <br> “It was just a slip…” Oswin turns and begins to walk towards your fathers, putting an end to the subject. <</if>> <</nobr>> [[It’s probably time for dinner anyway.]]

<<set $Oflirt to +3>> Oswin spins to face you, brow furrowed, making his eyes look fierce. You finally notice the beginnings of a dark beard where he’s usually clean-shaven, and a touch of color coming to his cheeks and ears as he gawks at you. You hear one of your fathers cough sharply. Oswin spends a moment looking like he may combust into flames before he stumbles around for a response. “Wha- No! I would...That was an acc- It wasn’t intentional!” His eyes nervously shift towards the den, which is obscured partially by the fireplace, but not so much that your parents would be unaware of your conversation. A wicked smile plays on your lips as Oswin squirms. No matter your thoughts on the previous encounter, this definitely makes it all the more worth it. <<if $mc is 'Ravi'>>“I was merely...concerned about you, Ravi,” he concludes, his face morphing through a myriad of emotions. "//Ravi//," he says your name again, and this time, there's something vulnerable in his tone. You’ve been curious as to how he felt when you took his childhood pet-name for you as your own. He’s never mentioned it, not that you’ve had many opportunities to talk about it. Despite his attempt at acting prickly, the way he flounders over your name is telling. "Not exactly the tone I'd like to hear my name in from your lips, Oswin." You grin. He steps back away from you. “I apologize, $mc, I don’t know where that came from.” Oswin turns and begins to walk towards your fathers, who are not hiding their curiosity as they lean in with interest, and the subject is put to an end.<<else>>“I was merely...concerned about you, //Ravi//,” he concludes, though there's something vulnerable in his tone and in the way it craddles his old nickname for you. You tilt your head. “You haven’t called me that since we were little, and I can't say as though that's the tone I'd like to hear from you when addressing me.” You smirk. He steps back away from you. “I apologize, $mc, I don’t know where that came from.” Oswin turns and begins to walk towards your fathers, who are not hiding their curiosity as they lean in with interest, and the subject is put to an end. <</if>> [[It’s probably time for dinner anyway.]]

<<set $Oflirt to +3>> Oswin spins to face you, brow furrowed, making his eyes look fierce. You notice the beginnings of a dark beard where he’s usually clean-shaven or prickled with light stubble. He steps closer, and now you can easily see how tired his eyes are, but they’re also fraught with something more that you can’t quite place. “Of course...of course I’d be worried for you.” You watch him carefully and shift uneasily, unsure of what to do. Your face feels warm. <<if $mc is 'Ravi'>>He sighs. “I’ll always fret over you, //Ravi//.” Oswin's lips curl around your name with a sudden heaviness. It makes memories of your early years flood you. You’ve been curious as to how he felt when you took his childhood pet-name for you as your own. He’s never mentioned it, not that you’ve had many opportunities to talk about it. Despite his attempt at acting prickly, the way he flounders over your name is telling. You're left speechless as your heart hammers in your chest. You barely register that you've been silently staring into Oswin's eyes. He straightens suddenly, mumbling an apology of some sort before stalking off towards your fathers. You notice Da leaning far enough out of his chair to get a look at you, so Papa has to steady him from falling out.<<else>>He sighs. “I’ll always fret over you, Ravi.” You tilt your head. “You haven’t called me that since we were little.” As children, Oswin always called you Ravi, claiming your given name was too long. Yet, he never addressed you like that to anyone else – he’d always use ‘Ravinder’ instead. It was only to your ears that he used the nickname, and always with playful affection. He steps back and stammers a moment. “I apologize, $mc, it...it slipped. I don’t…” “It’s fine.” You try to reassure him. "There are good memories attached to it." “Sorry…” Oswin turns and begins to walk towards your fathers, putting an end to the subject. You notice Da leaning far enough out of his chair to get a look at you, so Papa has to steady him from falling out. <</if>> [[It’s probably time for dinner anyway.]]

At the insistence of your fathers, Oswin joins you all for dinner. He is a bit awkward, as usual, but acts especially warm towards your da. They've had a connection in recent years akin to old friends. The longer you are all at the table together, the easier it is for conversation to flow. Oswin seems to relax, and you are able to forget the pressure of your curse for a little while. Stories from your childhood are shared. You see Oswin laugh, genuinely, for the first time in, possibly, years. Peeling back time to look at the years when you were small and didn’t have cares about much else than playing, leaves you with a sense of longing. The days when the worst things you’d dread were chores seem so long ago. You watch Oswin as he engages in a story your da is telling and probably exaggerating. His eyes light up like they did as a child, when he would joke with you, tug you along to the little clearing to pass the day, or tease you about something. Maybe that’s why <<if $mc is 'Ravi'>>he said your name with such heaviness earlier<<else>>he called you Ravi earlier<</if>>, something had sparked the memories of his youth. You are not sure what happened to Oswin Twinflower that caused him to turn away from the mirthful young boy he once was to the sometimes sour and always awkward mercenary he is today. The thought gives you pause. Will this change you? Will the curse alter you somehow, assuming you live long enough to find out? Da slaps the table as he laughs at whatever punchline he’s reached in his tale. Oswin rolls his eyes until they land on yours. You expect him to shift his gaze elsewhere, but he doesn’t. His green eyes, like those of cats, meet your $eyecolor gaze. And, he smiles, he actually smiles. It’s tired one, but it’s happy. No matter how you really feel about each other, it makes you feel that the connection between you may not be lost if it's something you still want to reach for. [[You want to rekindle your friendship.]] [[Perhaps it’s better to keep the distance.]] [[You’ll have to wait and see where this relationship goes.]] $flirt_label [[Your feelings are changing to more than just the desire for friendship…]] $flirt_label [[Your heart flutters. Maybe these feelings you’ve harbored for so long will have a chance to flourish after all...|ch2Ofeelings]]

<<set $Ostat to 'friend'>><<set $OstatCurrent to "Friends">> You smile back, keeping his eyes locked with yours a moment, before rolling them with a gesture towards your da, who is still laughing as Papa quietly takes his tankard of wine away. As Da settles, Papa clears the table with help from Oswin. You can feel the shift as their mood changes. They escaped the looming thoughts about your curse for a while, but it has inevitably returned. Oswin picks up on the shift and seems to straighten in his seat, glancing at you. He looks resistant to leave, but seems to be weighing what is proper for him to do. You know that he is eager to hear what you learned about your mark. There’s a fleeting thought that maybe Oswin could help you on the next step of your journey. He is, technically, a mercenary. Though he prefers ‘hired hand.’ When he isn’t working with the Stonebrook guard, he provides protection for travelers – usually merchants – along the road to Lale. Could you ask him to help you as well? Would he even want to? He has his own responsibilities, and he’s already dedicated a lot of time to assisting your fathers while you’ve been recovering. Da’s voice cuts through your thoughts. “We should probably talk.” [[No matter your thoughts on Oswin, he’s part of the conversation now.]]

<<set $Ostat to 'distant'>><<set $OstatCurrent to "Distant">> You give him a hard nod back, averting your eyes towards your da, who is still laughing as Papa quietly takes his tankard of wine away. Oswin clears his throat and looks away. As Da settles, Papa clears the table with help from Oswin. You can feel the shift as their mood changes. They escaped the looming thoughts about your curse for a while, but it has inevitably returned. Oswin picks up on the shift and makes to stand, glancing at you for a cue to leave. He looks resistant, but seems to be weighing what is proper for him to do. You know that he is eager to hear what you learned about your mark, but in the way he looks at you, it seems he’s looking for approval. There’s a fleeting thought that maybe Oswin could assist you on the next step of your journey. He is, technically, a mercenary. Though he prefers ‘hired hand.’ When he isn’t working with the Stonebrook guard, he provides protection for travelers – usually merchants – along the road to Lale. Could you hire him to help you as well? Would he even be agreeable to working with you? He has his own responsibilities, and he’s already dedicated a lot of time to assisting your fathers while you’ve been recovering. Da’s voice cuts through your thoughts. “We should probably talk.” [[No matter your thoughts on Oswin, he’s part of the conversation now.]]

<<set $Ostat to 'neutral'>><<set $OstatCurrent to "Neutral">> You give him a respectful nod back, before rolling your eyes with a gesture towards your da, who is still laughing as Papa quietly takes his tankard of wine away. As Da settles, Papa clears the table with help from Oswin. You can feel the shift as their mood changes. They escaped the looming thoughts about your curse for a while, but it has inevitably returned. Oswin picks up on the shift and makes to stand, glancing at you for a cue to leave. He looks resistant, but seems to be weighing what is proper for him to do. You know that he is eager to hear what you learned about your mark, but in the way he looks at you, it seems he’s looking for permission. There’s a fleeting thought that maybe Oswin could help you on the next step of your journey. He is, technically, a mercenary. Though he prefers ‘hired hand.’ When he isn’t working with the Stonebrook guard, he provides protection for travelers – usually merchants – along the road to Lale. Could you hire him to help you as well? Would he even be agreeable to working with you? He has his own responsibilities, and he’s already dedicated a lot of time to assisting your fathers while you’ve been recovering. Da’s voice cuts through your thoughts. “We should probably talk.” [[No matter your thoughts on Oswin, he’s part of the conversation now.]]

<<set $Ostat to 'crush'>><<set $OstatCurrent to "Crush">> You smile back, and your face fills with heat. You’re probably grinning more than you should, so after holding his gaze for a moment, you gesture towards your da, who is still laughing as Papa quietly takes his tankard of wine away. Oswin and you both chuckle, and then his eyes fall back to yours. He looks like he wants to say something. As Da settles, Papa clears the table with help from Oswin. You can feel the shift as their mood changes. They escaped the looming thoughts about your curse for a while, but it has inevitably returned. Oswin picks up on the shift and seems to straighten in his seat, glancing at you. He looks resistant to leave, but seems to be weighing what is proper for him to do. You know that he is eager to hear what you learned about your mark. There’s a fleeting thought that maybe Oswin could take you on the next step of your journey. He is, technically, a mercenary. Though he prefers ‘hired hand.’ When he isn’t working with the Stonebrook guard, he provides protection for travelers – usually merchants – along the road to Lale. Could you ask him to help you as well? Would he even want to? He has his own responsibilities, and he’s already dedicated a lot of time to assisting your fathers while you’ve been recovering, even if he merely lingers on the porch or in the den just in case you find yourself in distress. Da’s voice cuts through your thoughts. “We should probably talk.” [[No matter your thoughts on Oswin, he’s part of the conversation now.]]

Your fathers, after insisting that Oswin stay, do you the favor of explaining what you learned from Ansar. As soon as the word ‘curse’ pops into the conversation, your stomach sinks, and Oswin’s face flits through a myriad of emotions. He grips the table as if it is trying to get away from him, and becomes especially tense when the mention of Valko’s shrine enters the story. At the conclusion of Da’s summary, Papa places his hand on your shoulder. “The shrine is closest. Soon as Sprout is able, I’ll be takin’ $himher there. I’d like to hire you to look in on Kip.” “No.” The word slips from your lips before you can wrap your mind around it. Oswin shrinks in on himself for a moment before scowling at you. “I’m perfectly capable-” “No, not that,” you say as you turn to your fathers, “Papa, you need to stay with Da. It’s planting season, and we’re already behind because of me.” Papa shakes his head. “Sprout...$mc, we’ll be okay.” Da reaches across the table to pat your hand. “I’ll be fine. Your pa can get some of the seeds sown before you set out, and we’ll find someone to help with the livestock-” You shake your head. “No, I understand why you want to do this, but I’m not a child anymore. I’m not ignorant of what this costs you, what it has already cost you. And I’m well aware, Da, that you will not sit still and let your leg heal.” Da sighs. “We’ll survive; we always have. I have some gold tucked away; it will keep us fed until we can recover next year.” Papa shifts. “Kip...if we can’t break the curse at the shrine, Sprout may need the gold to keep searchin’.” “There’s enough,” Da insists, “we’ll get by. Dov, I //need// you to take our $sondtrchild and see this through. I do not care what it costs.” “''No'',” you reiterate, “listen-” “I’ll take $mc,” Oswin cuts in. You and your parents turn to look at him, seeming to have forgotten that he was also sitting in on the discussion. He continues. “It makes more sense for me to take $mc to the shrine. I can keep $himher safe. If the shrine holds no answers, I’ll get $himher to the next stage until we can find a way to break the curse.” “...Oswin,” you utter in shock. [[You do not like this idea.]] [[This could work.]]

You know that it sounds logical, but you are not keen on the idea. Is it a matter of trust or of comfort? Would you rather try this on your own? Maybe you are tired of needing help, of everyone making accommodations and sacrifices for you. Why would Oswin offer? Doubt creeps in; you are not sure about doing this journey with him. <<nobr>> <<if hasVisited("ch2Ofeelings")>>You can’t deny that the thought of being on the road with Oswin makes your heart flutter a bit. You've held on to these feelings for so long, while the distance has been so great between you. But, because you care for him, you do not want to be his burden either.<</if>><<if hasVisited("You want to rekindle your friendship.")>>Perhaps this could be a way to rekindle the friendship you once had with Oswin, but you’re unsure. Do you really want to place him headfirst into this mess?<</if>><<if hasVisited("Your feelings are changing to more than just the desire for friendship…")>>You can’t deny that the thought of being on the road with Oswin makes your heart flutter a bit, but there is a nagging feeling that you shouldn’t be dragging him down with you. Maybe it would make your relationship worse. You cast him an unsure smile, and after a brief look of surprise, he returns it with great gentleness.<</if>> <</nobr>> Papa is nodding, though. “This could work, Kip.” Your da watches you for a moment, and you see his cheeks go a bit red as he turns to look at Papa. “Of the people I know, I’d trust Oswin the most with our Sprout...but the journey, optimistically, is maybe nine days, probably closer to twelve. I’m embarrassed to say that we’d not be able to afford Oswin’s fee without incurring a large debt. It’s a debt I’m willing to take on, but we’ll need to agree on a collateral-” “I don’t want payment,” Oswin says, folding his arms and leaning back in his chair. He almost looks offended. “Oswin,” your da starts, “that’s too-” “I will //not// accept payment from you, Northbreakers. Kip, you know damn well this is the least I could do for you after all you...you’ve always been there for me.” Surprise twists your face. You knew Oswin trained with your father a great deal, but what does he mean? Oswin looks at you. “$mc, I know that I’m not the same. I know we may not be friends anymore, but let me do this for you. It’s the best way to help you and to keep your household running at the same time. I know I can keep you safe.” You shake your head. “I don’t know; I still think it’s better if I go on my own.” “You are not goin’ on yer own,” Papa declares, “I know yer grown, but it’s either me or Oswin. Someone has to see that you make it.” You meet the eyes of both your parents and then turn to Oswin, who looks rather determined. [[Reluctantly, you agree.|Oswin will keep you safe]]

This may be the best of both worlds. You know that your parents will still be anxious, but it would provide relief to you knowing they’ll be able to keep the homestead running. You are all too aware of what the financial burden of your condition has been like. Even with steep discounts from Kavi, the time and money it has taken to care for you have taken a toll. Your family is even one of the more well-off in Stonebrook. You’ve had lean years before, but if Papa isn’t here to make sure Da heals and the gardens get planted, the coming cycle will be dangerous to you all. <<nobr>> <<if hasVisited("ch2Ofeelings")>>You can’t deny that the thought of being on the road with Oswin makes your heart flutter a bit. You've held on to these feelings for so long, while the distance has been so great between you. Being near him for this is the balm your heart needs.<</if>><<if hasVisited("You want to rekindle your friendship.")>>Maybe this can be the pathway to rekindle the friendship you once had with Oswin. You cast him a slight smile, and after a brief look of surprise, he returns it.<</if>><<if hasVisited("Your feelings are changing to more than just the desire for friendship…")>>You can’t deny that the thought of being on the road with Oswin makes your heart flutter a bit. Maybe this would be a chance to rekindle a relationship with him. You cast him a slight smile, and after a brief look of surprise, he returns it with great warmth.<</if>> <</nobr>> Papa is nodding, though. “This could work, Kip.” Your da watches you for a moment, and you see his cheeks go a bit red as he turns to look at Papa. “Of the people I know, I’d trust Oswin the most with our Sprout...but the journey, optimistically, is maybe nine days, probably closer to twelve. I’m embarrassed to say that we’d not be able to afford Oswin’s fee without incurring a large debt. It’s a debt I’m willing to take on, but we’ll need to collect a collateral-” “I don’t want payment,” Oswin says, folding his arms and leaning back in his chair. He almost looks offended. “Oswin,” your da starts, “that’s too-” “I will //not// accept payment from you, Northbreakers. Kip, you know damn well this is the least I could do for you after all you...you’ve always been there for me.” Surprise twists your face. You knew Oswin trained with your father a great deal, but what does he mean? Oswin looks at you. “$mc, I know that I’m not the same. I know we may not be friends anymore, but let me do this for you. It’s the best way to help you and to keep your household running at the same time. I know I can keep you safe.” Hope swells within you. “You’d really do this just for me? For no pay?” “Of course. If you...if nothing else, consider it an apology for all the times I’ve…” He appears to deflate, not wanting to say the words. “I’ve not been easy to get along with; you deserve better from me.<<if $interestwound is 'oswinscar'>> If nothing else, take it as compensation for that scar I gave you.<</if>>” “This may be the best way,” Papa agrees, “I’ll be anxious not knowin’ how ya are, but I trust Twinflower and someone has to see that you make it.” You meet the eyes of both your parents and then turn to Oswin, who looks rather determined. You smile. [[Readily, you agree.|Oswin will keep you safe]]

The coming days are fraught with preparation – at least by everyone but you. Your fathers have all but confined you to your bedroom, insisting that you rest and only rest until the day you are ready to leave. At most, you are allowed strolls each day to improve your strength, which has quickly recovered. Oswin and Papa have been charged with collecting provisions for the journey, including selling off a collection of hides that Da had and some furniture that your papa made, for extra gold should you need it. The most eventful excursion you get is when Papa takes you to the opposite side of town to purchase a sturdy horse. The horses you have on the farm are good for shorter trips and light work, but this journey may require a steed that is accustomed to hard travel over a long period of time. The farm on the opposite end of Stonebrook from your family’s is the only one that breeds and sells such horses in the area. The family, the Stonebrooks, were said to be the first to settle the area – though the surname is - oddly - unrelated, as they did not name the town nor did they take their name from it. You arrived a while ago, the head of the family, a young woman, a fair bit older than you, named Faris, heard your papa’s explanation of your needs and left you to find suitable selections to choose from. As you wait in a large stable that is easily twice the length of the barn you have at home. You and Papa are entertained by a large litter of kittens – colored either in orange stripes or pure black – who seem to be just at the age for mischief. They carry on pouncing on anything and everything, including your papa’s boots. It doesn’t take long before he has five of the kittens crawling up his trousers and tunic as if he is a mountain to be conquered. Papa chuckles and allows them to do as they please, cooing at them. Eventually, two make it to his shoulders, and you end up prying the other three off his back as they mew for help. Faris jogs in, long blond hair gathered in a braid that wraps around the top of her head, tall boots tapping on the wood floor. “Sorry that took s’long!” Her breathing is a bit winded as she slows her approach. “I turned the horses out to pasture a while ago, and one of the ones I had in mind for you was all the way on the other side.” “That’s okay,” you say, “Your kittens have been great hosts.” Faris chuckles, her brown eyes shining with warmth. “Feel free to take one with your purchase. They’ll be great mousers. The momma brings home rabbits sometimes, even.” You glance at the fierce hunters perched on your papa’s shoulders, one black, the other orange, both trying to groom his hair. [[Maybe a kitten is just what your fathers need while you’re gone.]]

Faris leads you out from the stable and into the surrounding fenced pasture where there are a few posts set up and four equines tethered, saddled, and ready for your inspection. The horse master stands in front of them. “For your purposes, I think these four will be the best I have to offer you. They all have great drive to please their rider and the legs to back it up.” She walks to the first and untethers the beast, who complies readily, walking around to prance in front of you. The tall and elegant creature before you knows that she’s beautiful. She is flaxen chestnut in color, mane and tail in a lighter shade, with white tickling that runs all across her belly and up to her back. She has white stockings on both back legs and a matching white blaze down her face. The horse carries her tail high and proud as her elegant muscles flex with every motion. While she shows off, Faris continues the introduction. “This mare has been with us for about a year. She was in sorry shape when we took her in; her previous owner wore her quite thin. But she’s a loving little lady and very patient. Gets a little nervous around rowdy critters, so you may want to get her used to any rambunctious dogs you got. Kinda mouthy too, so I hope you don’t mind some horse-kisses.” Faris giggles as the mare tries to mouth at her braid. “We’ve been calling her Chessy because of her color, which is usually how we refer to them since most people like to rename them.” Chessy returns to her post, and the second contender is brought out. This one is shorter and a bit stockier than the first, but is entirely black aside from a white star on his forehead. He trots out before you with power in his gait and confidence in his posture. As you size him up, he does the same to you. As you study him, he faces you and paws in your direction with a hoof. “This is Eb, now he’s young and still intact if you’d like to breed him. We’ve used him to stud a few times.” Faris pats the stallion’s thick neck and chuckles, “Much to his delight. He was born and raised here, and we didn’t intend to breed him, but he’s had such a good temperament for a stallion that we decided to leave him be. He’s tough and will make a strong, fearless companion for you. We haven’t found much that unnerves him either. He won’t be as fast as Chessy, but he’ll make up for it with grit.” Once Eb has returned to his station, Chessy leans over to mouth at him, and the third contender is brought out. He’s big, much bigger than the others, with an unhurried pace that shows off pure power. He’s mahogany bay in color along the body, with black mane and tail. His legs transition from bay to black at the knees and then white just above the hooves, which are covered with white feathering. A white stripe sits proudly down the length of his face. Faris flashes you a wide smile. “This big guy is a gelding we’ve been calling Bay-Bay. He’s a recent addition to our herd, but we’ve had him long enough to know he’d be a good pick. Now, a big cart-horse may not be what you think you need, but I promise you what he lacks in speed and agility, he makes up for in endurance and temperament. We’ve taken him on treks to Codrin already, and nothing phases him. On our last trip, we encountered a damn bear, and Bay-Bay didn’t flinch. He can pull a cart on his own, and he loves taking a rider. He has the sweetest nature of all my picks. I may be just a touch biased; we’ve bonded a lot, and I’d only sell him to someone I know I could trust.” As if to prove the point, the massive animal approaches Papa and noses one of the kittens, which are still perched on his shoulders, before he’s guided back to his post. The last of the selection trots out before you. To your surprise – it’s a mule. A big one, but a mule nonetheless. She comes out before you with a surprising amount of grace, showing off her gray coat, black mane and tail, and white feet. She comes right up to you, her giant ears are almost comical as they perk right up when she studies you. Faris tugs her away and walks her in front of you. “This girl is a real treat – we call her Mule since we already have a horse named Gray. As you can tell, she is not shy at all. She is only stubborn if you use force with her, but if you ask nicely, she will take you anywhere. She’s quick, and of the four, she’s best suited for rocks and hills. The area around Codrin can get a bit tricky, but with the way she handles herself, you’d think she was part goat rather than half horse. She’ll keep you out of trouble, too. She’s smart. When you get home, put her out with your sheep and she’ll guard them just as well as any dog.” Mule seems to agree as she lets out a shrill whinny that ends in a bray. As she’s returned to her post, she makes another move to check you out with her nose. [[In the next step, you take each one for a ride.]]

Each equine happily accepts you on their back with ease. Chessy kisses you first, of course. Riding with her is easy and smooth. She goes at a moderate pace and is responsive to commands. When one of Faris’s dogs passes by, she does get a touch nervous, but as soon as you encourage her, she settles. Her focus is quite good and she can exert a great deal of effort without even needing to catch her breath. Eb is very confident in his stride, but the ride is not as smooth as it is with Chessy. His focus is not as good, but he never veers off course – he merely likes to have a look around. Though the dogs are out in the pasture, they do not deter him. He’s immediately responsive when you stir him on, enjoying when he gets to pick up speed and show off for you. You have more difficulty mounting Bay-Bay due to his size, but the view is that much more remarkable. He’s slower to respond than the others, but easy-going and gentle. The ride is smooth, he stays completely focused and isn’t deterred even when a dog runs to greet Faris with excitement. When you dismount, he nuzzles you with his whole head. Papa takes a shine to him, probably since it’s actually a horse that would be sized for him. Mule proves to be a fun ride. She is very smart and seems to predict your commands before they happen. She has a quick and peppy step that is as smooth as it is proud. When the dogs take notice of her, they hustle from the pasture altogether – you guess they’ve had some experience that has taught them that she won’t suffer fools. She stays alert and when on a path, she will not veer even when you release the reins. She the type of mount you could probably trust to take a nap on, but still arrive at your destination. All that is left is to choose your mount and new animal companion. [[Chessy]] [[Eb]] [[Bay-Bay]] [[Mule]]

<<set $mount to 'chessy'>> Faris beams at you as she hands over Chessy’s lead into your hands. The horse seems pleased, too, and immediately thinks you need a kiss right away. She dutifully follows you through the stables as Papa settles the payment with saddle and reins included. You ride her home to test her among the throngs of residents in the center of town. She performs very well and attracts a lot of attention from your neighbors. They gawk and wave as you pass by. You also notice that Papa has taken not one but both kittens with him. They remain on his shoulders, occasionally trying to bite his ears or each other. When you arrive home, Da and Oswin are on the porch with a couple of crates in front of them. You bring Chessy towards them so Da can have a look without needing to leave his perch. He is giddy at how beautiful she is, and Oswin gives her an approving nod after looking her up and down and running his hands along her strong muscles. As she mouths at your da, he asks while dodging the long lips of the mare, “What will you call her?” You think for a moment. “I’ll call her...<<textbox "$mountname" "Type mount name here">>” [[It’s almost time to set out.]]

<<set $mount to 'eb'>> Faris beams at you as she hands over Eb’s lead into your hands. The horse seems excited and immediately prances around you, letting out a couple of happy snorts. He readily follows you through the stables as Papa settles the payment with saddle and reins included. You ride Eb home to test him among the throngs of residents in the center of town. He performs very well and attracts a lot of attention from your neighbors. They gawk and wave as you pass by. You also notice that Papa has taken not one but both kittens with him. They remain on his shoulders, occasionally trying to bite his ears or each other. When you arrive home, Da and Oswin are on the porch with a couple of crates in front of them. You bring Eb towards them so Da can have a look without needing to leave his perch. He is giddy at how beautiful the horse is, and Oswin gives an approving nod after looking Eb up and down and running his hands along his strong muscles. As he brings his head to Da to allow for some petting, he asks, “What will you call him?” You think for a moment. “I’ll call him...<<textbox "$mountname" "Type mount name here">>” [[It’s almost time to set out.]]

<<set $mount to 'bay'>> Faris beams at you as she hands over Bay-Bay’s lead into your hands. The horse seems pleased, too, and immediately thinks you need to be nuzzled. He dutifully follows you through the stables as Papa settles the payment with saddle and reins included. You ride Bay-Bay home to test him among the throngs of residents in the center of town. He performs very well and attracts a lot of attention from your neighbors, some backing away in fright of his size. They gawk and wave as you pass by. You also notice that Papa has taken not one but both kittens with him. They remain on his shoulders, occasionally trying to bite his ears or each other. When you arrive home, Da and Oswin are on the porch with a couple of crates in front of them. You bring Bay-Bay towards them so Da can have a look without needing to leave his perch. He is giddy at how beautiful and huge the horse is, and Oswin gives an approving nod after looking the horse up and down and running his hands along its strong muscles. Da craddles Bay-Bay’s massive head as the affectionate giant nuzzles him, “What will you call him?” You think for a moment. “I’ll call him...<<textbox "$mountname" "Type mount name here">>” [[It’s almost time to set out.]]

<<set $mount to 'mule'>> Faris beams at you as she hands over Mule’s lead into your hands. The equine seems pleased and immediately begins to examine you again. She dutifully follows you through the stables, while sniffing you over, as Papa settles the payment with saddle and reins included. You ride her home to test her among the throngs of residents in the center of town. She performs very well and attracts a lot of attention from your neighbors. They gawk and wave as you pass by, a few snickering at her giant ears. You also notice that Papa has taken not one but both kittens with him. They remain on his shoulders, occasionally trying to bite his ears or each other. When you arrive home, Da and Oswin are on the porch with a couple of crates in front of them. You bring Mule towards them so Da can have a look without needing to leave his perch. He is giddy and giggly at how beautiful she is, and Oswin gives you an irritated look before looking her up and down and running his hands along her strong muscles. When Mule decides he’s looked long enough, she pushes him away and brays. Oswin smiles and gives her an approving nod. As Mule sniffs and studies everyone, Da asks, “What will you call her?” You think for a moment. “I’ll call her...<<textbox "$mountname" "Type mount name here">>” [[It’s almost time to set out.]]

<<nobr>> <<if $mountname is "Epona">>The name just feels right to you. It's almost...musical<</if>> <<if $mountname is "Oswin">>Your parents and Oswin all give you a strange look at your choice. Oswin seems pleased for a moment, and then you see the realization of you riding around on a horse with his namesake come over him. It's entertaining.<</if>> <<if $mountname is "Oz">>Oswin peers at you. His eyes shift around and then his brow furrows. Whether you intended the likeness or not, Oswin seems to have made a connection to your name choice and realized you'll be riding on the back of a mount that shares his namesake.<</if>> <<if $mountname is "Yarrow">>Your parents and Oswin all give you a strange look at your choice. Oswin seems pleased for a moment but then confused the next.<</if>> <<if $mountname is "Dov">>Papa gives you a wide grin at your choice.<</if>> <<if $mountname is "Kip">>Da gives you a big smile at your choice.<</if>> <<if $mountname is "Noodles">>Da asks you if you're hungry and shakes his head, eyeing the poor beast with sympathy.<</if>> <<if $mountname is "Horse">>Oswin calls you a lazy asshole and rolls his eyes.<</if>> <<if $mountname is "Old Gregg">>Your parents and Oswin silently stare at you for a long time.<</if>> <<if $mountname is "Gambit">>Your parents and Oswin all nod approvingly at you. Da insists that it's the best name he's heard for a mount.<</if>> <</nobr>> Now that you are healed up enough to convince your fathers that you are suitable to travel, your mount has been secured, and provisions have been purchased and packed, you find yourself with a little bit of free time before you set out. You think of a list of everything that you could do if you wanted or at least should do while you still can... [[You spend some time with Da.]] [[You spend some time with Papa.]] [[You find Emre, needing to explain your situation and spend some time with him.]] $flirt_label $flirt_label <<if hasVisited("You'd never found a steady partner, but found a variety in town with the occasional traveler to join you.")>>[[You can seek out a romantic encounter at the tavern.]] <<elseif hasVisited("A brunette woman with soft gray eyes was a regular companion for you.")>>[[You can go find Kanta, she’ll happily send you off in the best way.]] <<elseif hasVisited("A brunette man with soft gray eyes was a regular companion for you.")>>[[You can go find Kanta, he’ll happily send you off in the best way.]] <<else>>[[This may be your last chance for a while to have some romantic company; you’ll seek a partner out.]]<</if>>

<<set $datime to true>> In an effort to keep your da occupied and distract him from the anxieties your predicament has brought, you spend a few hours playing games with him. It does seem to lighten his load for a while, and you enjoy seeing him getting worked up and competitive. Ever since you were small, Da has had a strictly “no mercy” rule when it came to games. Other parents, including Papa, throw the odd game to let a child have the satisfaction and pride of winning. Not Da. He was never abashed upon defeating you in anything and then bragging about it – good-naturedly, of course. You did manage to catch a win here and there, even when you were a kid. It made the victory all the sweeter. [[You tend to be competitive like Da.]] [[You don’t care for competition, like Papa.]]

<<set $papatime to true>> Since Da has been laid up, all of the chores fall to you and Papa. Your papa usually takes care of most of the animals and such, but it being the planting season means he’s spread thin. Putting your own routine off, you’ve been hard at work assisting with sewing seeds and tending livestock. Though Da has no talent for dealing with animals, he’s rather good at gardening, which is his usual task each cycle before he begins the spring hunt. Every season, you are expected to help with a little bit of everything to help keep the household running and stocked up. Given how busy Papa will be once you set out on your quest, you’ve gone a long way in helping get the garden going. As long as the seeds get in the ground, it will be a boon even if Papa doesn’t have much time to tend it. Though the group of widows and widowers has offered to help pull weeds. You suspect that they have ulterior motives as they also like watching your papa work, a thought that sends an ill shudder through your bones. With assistance from Emre and - a very quiet - Oswin, you managed to get the seeds planted in great timing. Good enough that you even end up with more free time than expected. Naturally, your fathers will not let you do much more than that, insisting you rest and utilize your time how you wish before you leave. You've noticed that your papa has been extra quiet lately. You're not ignorant of how all this has weighed on him, but part of you anticipated that he'd relax after a couple of days. He's done anything but. You hear him pace at night, sometimes being awoken by his failed attempts at muffling his steps. Sneaking around to watch him, you only see that he walks circles around the den - sometimes running a hand along his beard or mumbling. You've decided that it's best to spend a bit of time with him. Even if things are too hard to talk about, just being with him will be enough. [[You find him in the barn.]]

<<set $latime to true>> You find Emre as you often do in the first days of the spring season, tending his herb garden. It’s a sprawling area of land that will be full of all manner of healing herbs in just a matter of days. Already, you see the sprouts of green breaching the soil. Your friend always did have a great deal of talent for growing and tending things. While you recovered, Emre did not visit as often as usual, and the time or two that he did, he didn’t linger long. You assume that with how busy spring is for his family and with how often Oswin was helping your fathers that it kept him away. It also may have just been easier for him. Whenever you became ill in the past, you could see how he would fret. With his wife so heavily pregnant and two other children to care for, he can’t afford another weight on his shoulders. Emre struggles with a weed as you come up behind him, finally pulling it free by the root as you wait. “Now, don’t come back,” he chides the plant, tossing it to a pile at the edge of the garden. <<if $ReservedOutgoing > 50>>You gently clear your throat to get Emre's attention without spooking him, preserving some of his dignity by not acknowledging that he just lectured a plant.<<elseif $ReservedOutgoing < 50>>You can't help but laugh. After all these years, he still talks to all manner of things as if they will listen.<<else>>You can't keep the smile off your face as you clear your throat to draw his attention.<</if>> Emre whips around, his frizzy curls scattering with the wind as he faces you. Pink colors his cheeks as he looks over at the pile of weeds. You don't doubt that he had a speech for each one. "$mc!" He smiles. "It's so good to see you up and about again. I was getting a little worried." <<if $GentleAssertive > 50>>You shake your head. "I'm much better now...I know you must be quite busy, but you're always welcome to my home, even if only to ease your worries."<<elseif $GentleAssertive < 50>>You shake your head. "I am much better now, but I was surprised when you didn't visit like you usually do. If you were worried, you could have checked in."<<else>>You shrug. "If it burdened you, you should have visited to ease your worries.<</if>> Emre looks at you, his brows crooked and furrowed. "I...I didn't come much because I didn't want to bother you." "When have I ever thought you were a bother?" He wipes his hands on his apron as he comes out of the garden to stand next to you. "Oswin said you desired privacy, and so my father wouldn't tell me much either." He goes quiet. "I never said such a thing. Most of the time, I was unable to speak." You ponder for a moment, unsure of why Oswin would try to keep Emre away or if it was some kind of miscommunication. Maybe Oswin thought, since he was helping your family, that Emre needed to be home to take care of theirs. "$mc, I've had the feeling...you know how Oswin can be. With this episode, he's been odd - more than usual. Every time I would ask about you or mention that it seemed you were taking longer to recover, he became evasive and kept asking me to stay out of it. He canceled all his jobs and always seemed to be at your home." "He what?" Emre nods. "He was supposed to meet a caravan in Lale to take them to the Auster Province. It was a big job, he was specifically requested...I thought he'd...he was supposed to tell you. He thought it might lead to a permanent employ with one of the monarchy." You freeze and cannot hide your shock from your face. Oswin denied a job that would change his entire life to help you and your family, and for almost no coin except for what Da forced him to take? Why would he do that? You've been at odds for years – at times hostile, at others awkward – a job such as that would set him up for a life of comfort and adventure, so why would he abandon that? "Perhaps we should sit." Emre motions to a bench a short way away, and you both make your way to it to sit. "Now, I think I need to hear from you what happened. I have the feeling that whatever it was, wasn't...normal for you. The times I visited didn't help me understand." Shaking your head, a bitter laugh escapes your throat. "You could say that." "Please, tell me." "Emre, this was different and I think...I think it very nearly killed me this time." Your friend's eyes go wide, and his face falls. "A lot of it is a blur to me, like usual, but there are parts I can't forget. It was painful...so much that I thought that alone would end me. I stopped breathing...my fathers said that I...my body seized for a long time, and then I couldn't wake up. And the..." You stop, considering how the rest may impact your old friend. "Please, it's okay, you can tell me anything. I just want to be here for you," he encourages. Everything that happened and everything you've learned flies through your mind. Placing a hand over the mark, you sigh. "A mark appeared on my abdomen..." "A mark? Like a scar?" "It's more akin to a tattoo; it was obviously magic in nature. My da had an old acquaintance that was a mage, and he determined that...I uh...I'm cursed." It was strange to say it out loud. "Cursed? What do you mean cursed? That's not possible, $mc, I think that mage was scamming you. Demons haven't had that sort of power for centuries." He tries to smile at you, and the denial on his face is clear. "He didn't take any money or anything. He was certain that it was placed by a god, not a demon. He is sure that...that it will kill me if I can't break it." Emre swallows hard. His sweet brown eyes are wide and lost, welling with tears. He shakes his head. "No, no, no; that's not...that can't be! Why would a god curse you? They aren't even..." "The mage thinks my birth family has a curse, something that is passed down to each generation or some variation of that." The tears spill from his eyes. "Then how do we break it? We can do something; every story about curses says you can do something to get out of it." You nod. "I have a few options, and that's why I'm here. Oswin is going to take me to an old shrine to Valko around Codrin." "//Valko//? Did he place the curse?" "I don't think so, but he's the closest connection to the gods I have. We were told that he never left Iroda, and he may be able to just break through the curse for me." Emre wipes his eyes and sniffles, trying to hold himself together. "The mage couldn't do that?" "No, but he said there could be a witch or another mage who may be able to. I could also try to find out the conditions of the curse. If I can appease it, I'll be okay. The only way to find it, though, is to seek out answers elsewhere." "Do you know...um, how much time..." "The mage estimated a year." At that, Emre breaks into a sob, placing his head into his hands. <<nobr>> <<if $SeriousPlayful > 50>>"I'll find a way to beat this, Emre, I promise." <<elseif $SeriousPlayful < 50>>"Don't get your hopes up, you won't be rid of me so easily, my friend." <<else>>"We'll get it figured out, we always do."<</if>> <</nobr>> [[You give your friend some time to compose himself.]]

There wasn’t much time to waste if you wanted to find someone to connect with before you headed out. The tavern had not failed you yet as a place to meet with both townspeople and travelers. There were a few regulars who visited for the purpose of finding company for a night or two, and others came just to flirt or talk. You order your favorite drink and settle in at a table with a good view of the lounge. There are a couple of groups milling about, and several people are drinking or eating alone. It isn’t long before someone catches your eye just as you catch theirs. [[It’s a beautiful woman.|female Kanta encounter]] [[It’s a beautiful man.|male Kanta encounter]]

<<set $kanta to 'female'>> Kanta is a familiar partner to you, and you know you can trust her – and she trusts you. You met by chance in the very tavern you are headed to find her. She is someone who you know will not cross lines, but you can still maintain a friendly relationship with. Kanta is well-spoken and educated, with aspirations to improve life for citizens in small villages. Though you’ve had serious conversations before, Kanta usually prefers a pattern of light banter prior to your excursions. A dance you know well. Once you cross the threshold into the tavern, it does not take long for your $eyecolor eyes to meet a pair of soft gray ones as Kanta sends you a sly smile. You return the gesture and waste no time in joining her table. A passing barkeep nods at you, already knowing your usual order. Kanta is a vision, dressed in a fine silver and gold dress, long brown hair cascading down her back and shoulders. She sets her drink down on the table, and her grin doesn’t falter. Though her expression is playful and knowing, her features are sweet and soft. “Are you searching for company tonight, $mc?” She asks, playing with the ends of her hair. “Why else would I be here, Kanta?” you jest, “Stonebrook Tavern serves little more than swill.” She laughs, “Perhaps one day you’ll seek me out for my wit instead. I can only hope.” “Hmm.” You pretend to consider something for a moment. “Perhaps you should dream of it, but don’t get your hopes up.” Kanta slaps the table as she laughs. “I suppose you’re what we get for allowing Kip Northbreaker to raise a child.” She playfully rolls her eyes. The barkeep quickly passes by and sets your drink down without another word, quickly setting off to take care of another table. Kanta takes a drink. “I have to admit, I was hoping to run into you soon.” “Things are that bad for you then?” She scoffs. “I’ve always appreciated how willing you are to insult yourself and act as if it should wound me.” You suppose she has a point, but it’s good for a laugh. “Lucky for you, I was thinking of spending a bit of time with you. I’m leaving town for a bit.” “Ah, I see,” she says, “taking <<if $interest is 'choppin'>>your axe on the road?<<elseif $interest is 'woodin'>>your chisels on the road?<<elseif $interest is 'swordin'>>your sword on the road?<<elseif $interest is 'archin'>>your bow on the road?<<elseif $interest is 'healin'>>your herbs on the road?<<elseif $interest is 'tradin'>>taking your business on the road?<<elseif $interest is 'cookin'>>taking your delicious food on the road?<</if>>” You shake your head. “More of a personal journey, should only take a fortnight or so.” “So, perhaps, since you’ll be gone and – no doubt – lonely for a bit, I can send you off with a reason to come back?” A feeling of delight settles over you as you grin at Kanta. With delicate fingers, she traces patterns in the wood of the table, dragging her teeth over her lower lip when you meet her gaze, awaiting your response. $flirt_label $flirt_label [[You accept the invitation. (Explicit Scene)]] $flirt_label $flirt_label [[You accept the invitation. (Fade to Black)]] [[You change your mind on having a romantic encounter.]]

<<set $kanta to 'male'>> Kanta is a familiar partner to you, and you know you can trust him – and he trusts you. You met by chance in the very tavern you are headed to find him. He is someone that you know will not cross lines, but you can still maintain a friendly relationship with. Kanta is well-spoken and educated, with aspirations to improve life for citizens in small villages. Though you’ve had serious conversations before, Kanta usually prefers a pattern of light banter prior to your excursions. A dance you know well. Once you cross the threshold into the tavern, it does not take long for your $eyecolor eyes to meet a pair of soft gray ones as Kanta sends you a sly smile. You return the gesture and waste no time in joining his table. A passing barkeep nods at you, already knowing your usual order. Kanta is a vision, dressed in a fine silver and gold robe over a plain tunic, long brown hair cascading down his back and shoulders. He sets his drink down on the table, and his grin doesn’t falter. Though his expression is playful and knowing, his features are sweet and soft. “Are you searching for company tonight, $mc?” He asks, playing with the ends of his hair. “Why else would I be here, Kanta?” you jest, “Stonebrook Tavern serves little more than swill.” He laughs, “Perhaps one day you’ll seek me out for my wit instead. I can only hope.” “Hmm.” You pretend to consider it for a moment. “Perhaps you should dream of it, but don’t get your hopes up.” Kanta slaps the table as he laughs. “I suppose you’re what we get for allowing Kip Northbreaker to raise a child.” He playfully rolls his eyes. The barkeep quickly passes by and sets your drink down without another word, quickly setting off to take care of another table. Kanta takes a drink. “I have to admit, I was hoping to run into you soon.” “Things are that bad for you then?” He scoffs. “I’ve always appreciated how willing you are to insult yourself and act as if it should wound me.” You suppose he has a point, but it’s good for a laugh. “Lucky for you, I was thinking of spending a bit of time with you. I’m leaving town for a bit.” “Ah, I see,” he says, “taking <<if $interest is 'choppin'>>your axe on the road?<<elseif $interest is 'woodin'>>your chisels on the road?<<elseif $interest is 'swordin'>>your sword on the road?<<elseif $interest is 'archin'>>your bow on the road?<<elseif $interest is 'healin'>>your herbs on the road?<<elseif $interest is 'tradin'>>taking your business on the road?<<elseif $interest is 'cookin'>>taking your delicious food on the road?<</if>>” You shake your head. “More of a personal journey, should only take a fortnight or so.” “So, perhaps, since you’ll be gone and – no doubt – lonely for a bit, I can send you off with a reason to come back?” A feeling of delight settles over you as you grin at Kanta. With delicate fingers, he traces patterns in the wood of the table, dragging his teeth over her lower lip when you meet his gaze, awaiting your response. $flirt_label $flirt_label [[You accept the invitation. (Explicit Scene)|Kanta male explicit scene]] $flirt_label $flirt_label [[You accept the invitation. (Fade to Black)|Kanta male fade to black]] [[You change your mind on having a romantic encounter.]]

There wasn’t much time to waste if you wanted to find someone to connect with before you headed out. The tavern seems like a good place to seek out some company. <<if $romance is 'nointerest'>>In the past, you’ve not had much interest in this sort of thing. Perhaps the pressure of being under a curse has adjusted your thinking on things. <<elseif $romance is 'experienced'>>You’ve had experience with relationships in the past. Perhaps you won’t be spurring anyone into a committed courtship with you right this moment, but you’re certain you can find a partner for an evening.<<elseif $romance is 'onlyphysical'>>You’re no stranger to seeking partnership with another, and you’re confident you can find someone to join you for a while.<<elseif $romance is 'feelingsnophys'>>Feelings for others have happened for you before. You’d like to spend some time with another and seek some romantic comfort, whether it is physical or not.<<elseif $romance is 'interestednoxp'>>You’ve had interests in relations before, but you’ve just not experienced it yet. You’d like to before you set out.<</if>> You order your favorite drink and settle in at a table with a good view of the lounge. There are a couple of groups milling about, and several people are drinking or eating alone. It isn’t long before someone catches your eye just as you catch theirs. [[It’s a beautiful woman.|female Kanta encounter]] [[It’s a beautiful man.|male Kanta encounter]]

After as much rest and preparation as you can muster, the day finally arrives. There is no avoiding this or delaying. Your fathers have prepared several provisions for you and Oswin – dried foods that will keep for the duration of your journey, a few water skins – though with the snowmelt running through the waters of the province, you will have no shortage of it – and as much gold as they can spare. $mountname is saddled and packed to carry your things. Likewise, Oswin’s mount, a strong mare he calls Flit, is packed and ready to go. She’s lovely, if a bit unusual looking compared to other horses you’ve seen, and this may be the first time you’ve gotten a good look at her. Mostly white with splashes and spots of reddish brown, her coat pattern stands out. Her whole face is white, but both ears are brown; her mane is a mix of both colors, but her tail is all in the brown hue. Her most striking feature, though, is her blue eyes – a color that is not common in horses, as far as you know. As you stand and stare at Flit while you gently pet $mountname on the nose, looking at the saddlebags and your Papa checking the fit of the saddle for the forth time, you begin to realize that this is really happening. [[You’re ready. Curse or no curse, this is an adventure.]] $flirt_label [[You’re mostly excited to spend time with Oswin or maybe even meet some new people.]] [[You dread this. Nerves are eating away at you.]] [[You know it must be done, that is all.]]

<<set $kanta to 'female'>><<set $knowkanta to true>> When your eyes meet for a moment but do not glance away, she sends you a sly smile. You return the gesture, and before you can get up to approach her, she is already walking towards you with drink in hand. She’s a vision, dressed in a fine white blouse, decorated with gold embroidery and a few pieces of jewelry, though she also wears plain pants. She sets her drink down on your table, and her grin doesn’t falter. Her eyes are a soft gray, and her brown hair falls in long, loose waves to the middle of her back. Though her expression is playful and knowing, her features are sweet and soft. “Are you searching for company, friend?” She asks, playing with the ends of her hair in her free hand. “I am, actually,” you say. She sits down across the table from you. “Perhaps we are of the same mind then?” “I think we just might be.” You smile at her. “My name is Kanta.” “$mc.” She chuckles. “I have to admit that I already know of you.<<if $mc is 'Noodles'>> With a name like yours, it would be impossible not to hear of you. Though I think you look as delicious as your name sounds.<</if>>” “You do?” Kanta nods, and a slight blush appears on her face. “I’ve seen you in here a couple of times and around town. You caught my eye, and I asked around about you.” “Did you learn anything interesting?” You can’t help but chuckle a little, a little pleased by Kanta’s admission. “Only your name, that you have a few admirers around town, and that you’re amazing <<if $interest is 'choppin'>>with an axe<<elseif $interest is 'woodin'>>with a chisel<<elseif $interest is 'swordin'>>with a sword<<elseif $interest is 'archin'>>with a bow<<elseif $interest is 'healin'>>with medicine<<elseif $interest is 'tradin'>>with gold<<elseif $interest is 'cookin'>>in the kitchen<</if>>.” A feeling of delight settles over you as you grin at Kanta. Her mannerisms exude interest. Her eyes flutter at you, and she never loses the coy grin on her lips. With delicate fingers, she traces patterns in the wood of the table, dragging her teeth over her lower lip when you meet her gaze. [[You encourage the moment and stay with the enchanting Kanta.]] [[You steer the encounter to just chat and get to know a new friend.]] [[You change your mind on having a romantic encounter.]]

<<set $kanta to 'male'>><<set $knowkanta to true>> When your eyes meet for a moment but do not glance away, he sends you a sly smile. You return the gesture, and before you can get up to approach him, he is already walking towards you with drink in hand. He’s a vision, dressed in a fine tunic, set off by a flowing cloak, though he wears plain pants. He sets his drink down on your table, and his grin doesn’t falter. His eyes are a soft gray, and his brown hair falls in long, loose waves to the middle of his back. Though his expression is playful and knowing, his features are sweet and soft. “Are you searching for company, friend?” He asks, playing with the ends of his hair in his free hand. “I am, actually,” you say. He sits down across the table from you. “Perhaps we are of the same mind then?” “I think we just might be.” You smile at him. “My name is Kanta.” “$mc.” He chuckles. “I have to admit that I already know of you.<<if $mc is 'Noodles'>> With a name like yours, it would be impossible not to hear of you. Though I think you look as delicious as your name sounds.<</if>>” “You do?” Kanta nods, and a slight blush appears on his face. “I’ve seen you in here a couple of times and around town. You caught my eye, and I asked around about you.” “Did you learn anything interesting?” You can’t help but chuckle, a little pleased by Kanta’s admission. “Only your name, that you have a few admirers around town, and that you’re amazing <<if $interest is 'choppin'>>with an axe<<elseif $interest is 'woodin'>>with a chisel<<elseif $interest is 'swordin'>>with a sword<<elseif $interest is 'archin'>>with a bow<<elseif $interest is 'healin'>>with medicine<<elseif $interest is 'tradin'>>with gold<<elseif $interest is 'cookin'>>in the kitchen<</if>>.” A feeling of delight settles over you as you grin at Kanta. His mannerisms exude interest. His eyes flutter at you, and he never loses the coy grin on his lips. With delicate fingers, he traces patterns in the wood of the table, dragging his teeth over his lower lip when you meet his gaze. [[You encourage the moment and stay with the enchanting Kanta.|male Kanta fun]] [[You steer the encounter to just chat and get to know a new friend.]] [[You change your mind on having a romantic encounter.]]

Kanta spends a while in your company, simply chatting and getting to know you a little better. She tells you about her aspirations to join the Common Council of Mahdeh with hopes of bettering the representation for small communities such as Stonebrook. She recently returned from a series of meetings in the Capitol. She is well-spoken and open with you, eventually stating her intention is merely to bed you, if you are agreeable. Her company is pleasant, and her earnest decorum refreshing. After some time, she invites you to her private dwelling. $flirt_label $flirt_label [[You accept the invitation. (Explicit Scene)]] $flirt_label $flirt_label [[You accept the invitation. (Fade to Black)]] [[You decline the invitation.]]

<<set $katime to true>> You've decided against romance for the time being, so you think of what else you have time to do... <<if not hasVisited("You spend some time with Da.")>>[[You spend some time with Da.]]<<else>>You spend some time with Da.<</if>> <<if not hasVisited("You spend some time with Papa.")>>[[You spend some time with Papa.]]<<else>>You spend some time with Papa.<</if>> <<if not hasVisited("You find Emre, needing to explain you situation and spend some time with him.")>>[[You find Emre, needing to explain your situation and spend some time with him.]]<<else>>You find Emre, needing to explain you situation and spend some time with him.<</if>> <<if $papatime is true and $datime is true and $latime is true>>[[You’ll rest and wait for the time to journey forth.]]<</if>>

After some consideration, you decide that you'd rather spend your time doing something else... <<if not hasVisited("You spend some time with Da.")>>[[You spend some time with Da.]]<<else>>You spent some time with Da.<</if>> <<if not hasVisited("You spend some time with Papa.")>>[[You spend some time with Papa.]]<<else>>You spent some time with Papa.<</if>> <<if not hasVisited("You find Emre, needing to explain you situation and spend some time with him.")>>[[You find Emre, needing to explain your situation and spend some time with him.]]<<else>>You spent time with Emre.<</if>> <<if $papatime is true and $datime is true and $latime is true>>[[You’ll rest and wait for the time to journey forth.]]<</if

Enter some information to guide your experience with Kanta. Note that Kanta will desire penetration if your MC has a penis. You have: <<listbox "$chest" autoselect>> <<option "breasts">> <<option "pecs">> <</listbox>> You have a: <<listbox "$vp" autoselect>> <<option "vagina">> <<option "penis">> <</listbox>> Is kissing on the lips/mouth between Kanta and $mc okay? (If no, there will still be other types of kisses to be had.) <<listbox "$kiss" autoselect>> <<option "No">> <<option "Yes">> <</listbox>> Is $mc comfortable with anal play in this situation (fingering)? <<listbox "$anal" autoselect>> <<option "No">> <<option "Yes">> <</listbox>> [[Continue to Kanta’s bed…]] [[Change your mind and go home.|You decline the invitation.]]

You spend several hours at Kanta’s home, filling it with the sweet sounds of pleasure as you play with one another. She makes for an enthusiastic partner and enjoys pleading for your attention and your ministrations. After you are both sated, you simply relax together as you come down from your respective highs. [[She leaves you with an open-ended offer for company should you want her in the future.|post Kanta fun]]

<<set $bits to true>> Kanta does not mince words when you arrive at her cabin. You barely take in the quaint and simple décor and furnishings before she is coaxing you to her bed. Gentle hands take yours and guide you to the bedroom. Kanta eagerly runs her slim fingers over your chest, slowly caressing your $chest over your clothing before continuing up to your neck. You feel the gentle scrape of her nails along the back of your neck before she makes her way into your hair, massaging as she looks into your eyes and smiles. <<if $kiss is 'yes'>>At her signal, your mouth meets hers with soft experimental kisses, gradually testing each other's fervency. Kanta's lips are soft and pliant against yours. You can feel a slight smile between your lips as she hums her approval at your technique. It doesn't take long before your tongues meet. You press into her, holding the side of her face as you each taste each other's hunger.<<else>>You wrap your arms around her and bring her close. She presses her lips to your jaw and hums in satisfaction. Bringing your lips to her neck, she leans her head to give you access, so you kiss and nibble at the tender flesh until she is breathing heavy and rubbing against you.<</if>> You undress each other in a deft dance, undoing laces and buttons and untangling cloth before you make it to the bed, facing each other as you lie side by side. Once you are skin to skin, Kanta takes her time to look you over as she glides delicate fingers along every inch of you. Her eyes light up with want, and she chews her lower lip while she tries to hide a perverse smile. As she admires you, you return the favor. A pink flush has appeared on her cheeks, and even her neck and shoulders have a tinge of extra color. Her breasts are perfect, perky handfuls with rosy-colored nipples that harden at your touch. She returns your touch in kind, running the tips of her fingers along the nipples of your $chest before she lightly pinches and pulls them. A shiver flutters down your spine right to your loins. <<if $vp is 'penis'>>Your member is quickly swelling, encouraged each time Kanta's hips press against your own.<<else>>Your sex is quickly becoming wet, encouraged each time Kanta's hips press against your own.<</if>> She trails her hands down to your hips before sliding them to gently tease your loins, barely applying any pressure before she grazes your thighs. Kanta sends you a mischievous look before sitting up and encouraging you to lie on your back as she moves between your legs. "I think you could do with some...focused attention," she says, running her hands along your abdomen, up to your chest, and back down, tracing the mark on your stomach as she moves to your pelvis. "What did you have in mind?" You ask, with a smirk of your own, for her. Kanta leans back, bringing her hand to her own sex and begins to rub along herself. You watch with wrapped attention. She parts the lips of her vulva, lifting up on her knees so you can see. She moans as she rubs along the slick folds before bringing her fingers to her entrance and slipping them inside. <<if $vp is 'penis'>>Your cock throbs to full attention, and you cannot look away from the ministrations of her hand. Your loins are tingling, and your testes ache for a release. <<else>>Your tunnel throbs with desire, your muscles involuntarily clenching. You cannot look away from the ministrations of her hand, as you feel torn between envy and pleasure.<</if>> Once Kanta is ready, she pitches forward, encouraging your knees to part further as she kneels over your lower body. <<if $anal is 'Yes'>>With wetted fingers, she parts the cleft of your haunches and slips inside your ass gently with a small finger. You jerk in response, but quickly lose yourself to the gentle prodding.<</if>> She brings her mouth to your sex and runs her tongue <<if $vp is 'penis'>>along your balls to the tip of your dick and then all the way back down before gently sucking your sac and kissing her way to your tip.<<else>>along your entrance, through your folds and up and around your clit and then back down again. She repeats the motion, this time taking your clit with her lips and tugging gently.<</if>> [[A long groan escapes your lips.]]

<<nobr>> Kanta continues the work of her lips and tongue as you writhe under her<<if $anal is 'Yes'>> all while she delves her finger into your backside, swirling around and tapping the sensitive zone to add to your pleasure<</if>>. She moans against your skin, occasionally breaking from your loins to pepper kisses along your inner thighs. <<if $vp is 'penis'>>You watch as your entire length slips in and out of Kanta's warm mouth. She drags her tongue along the underside before swirling it at the head. Every few passes, she locks on to your gaze; the contrast of her innocent gray eyes and her mouth full of your cock draws long moans from your throat. Your tip trickles with delight, eager to enter another part of your partner's beautiful body.<<else>>You watch as Kanta holds nothing back, delving into your opening with her tongue, swirling and tasting your nectar before her mouth moves to suckle your sensitive bud. Every few passes, she locks on to your gaze; the contrast of her innocent gray eyes and her tongue buried inside your pussy draws long moans from your throat. You ache for more.<</if>> <br> <br> Kanta is panting, and her face is completely flushed. She looks up from her station and meets your eyes. "I want you so bad..." <br> <br> "I want you too...lay back and I can return-" <br> <br> Kanta shakes her head. "Maybe later, I need <<if $vp is 'penis'>>you inside me.<<else>>to feel you against me.<</if>>" <br> <br> At her words, there is a carnal stirring inside of you. You move to accommodate Kanta's desire. <br> <br> <<if $vp is 'penis'>>Rising up from the bed, you descend upon Kanta, bringing your lips to her neck to kiss and suck at the tender flesh as you position yourself atop her and she lowers her back to the bed. You kiss down to her breasts and take her nipples between your lips, and then run your tongue along them. She arches her back and lets out a long moan, spreading her legs wider. <br> <br> "Please..." She whimpers, "I //need// it." <br> <br> Your breathing is already ragged when you glide your member along her slit, but once you feel how wet she is, you are panting. You watch as the light pink of her womanhood blooms as you spread her, coating your length with her essence. You feel the tease of her entrance with each pass, enticing you inside. You are so ready, it is pleasantly painful. Lining up the head of your cock with her entrance, you tease her and yourself. Dipping the tip of your member inside and then dragging it up to circle her clit. Kanta is clearly torn between the pleasure and the need to be filled. She moves her hips to guide you back to her opening. Finally succumbing to desire, you line your cock up and slowly push in, watching as your tip is slowly engulfed and then each inch of your shaft is swallowed. <br> <br> Both of you groan in ecstasy as you enter. The tender flesh parts for you, but squeezes as you bury your entire member within until you hilt inside of her. Kanta moans, her hands gripping the bedding as her legs instinctively lift and spread. She's wet, she is so wet for you that when you withdraw and re-enter, the sound resonates through the entire room, and your cock glistens. You pick up speed until your flesh meets with harsh slaps. Kanta whimpers and moans, and you note that the harder you thrust, the greater her reactions, and the more she pushes against you. If she likes to be //fucked// then you will fuck her. Grabbing her ankles, you push her legs back, presenting better access to her nether regions, and then, you drive into her hard and fast. <br> <br> Her moans turn to loud cries of passion, and you join the chorus with your own grunts and growls. You are close, and it appears your partner is as well. Kanta moves her hand to her clit and gives it a few strokes before her mouth opens and her eyes squeeze shut. Her back arches, and you feel all her muscles clench around your dick as she climaxes. She cries out your name as you continue to hammer into her, your sac slapping into her backside. You're nearly there. <br> <br> "Kanta...I'm...close," you warn. <br> <br> Her eyes are focused on yours, and she's clearly still rolling from her orgasm. "Withdraw, I want to feel your heat cover me," she pleads. <br> <br> You thrust again and again, watching her breasts bounce from each impact. You bite your lip as she suddenly grips you with her cunt, the building sensation of orgasm ignites from a spark to an inferno. Your cock pulses, and you withdraw, barely in time as you ejaculate in several thick bursts. Your seed coats Kanta's thighs, with a large spurt, hitting her navel. Using your hand, you continue to lightly pump and milk your cock, sure to paint Kanta with it as she wanted, until it begins to soften. You are both left panting and satisfied. All you do is breathe together as the high settles. Your hands absently rub along Kanta's legs as she watches you with a sleepy smile. <br> <br> <<else>> A wicked grin spreads along your lips. You'll give her what she wants in the end, but you want to drag this out a bit longer. Kanta lies on her back as you encroach on her and nestle between her legs, as you lie atop her. You enjoy the sensation of her heat and the feel of the mounds of her chest against your $chest. You nuzzle against her neck, peppering kisses before you drag your tongue up to her jaw, before running it along her ear. She whimpers and squirms under you, pushing up with her hips to grind your sexes together. <br> <br> Kanta pinches at your nipples and bucks into your pelvis<<if $kiss is 'Yes'>> as your mouths meet in a ferocious kiss<</if>>. As you continue the ministrations of your mouth, you glide a hand down her torso, slowly tickling all the sensitive muscles until you reach the cleft of her womanhood. Kanta grunts and moans, wriggling to encourage your hand to dip lower. You tease her for a moment before dipping your hand down and parting her lips with your fingers. Her hands clutch the bedding, and a long moan escapes her lips. You play along her slick folds, taking her clit between two fingers and massaging. You find a rhythm that makes her muscles quake before you dip your fingers down to her opening and thrust inside. She cries out and begs for more. <br> <br> She is soaked and easily accommodates three fingers as you use your thumb to rub against her bud. The region between your legs pulses with desire, though the longer you watch and hear Kanta in the throes of pleasure, you begin to wonder if you'll climax just from the view. <br> <br> Kanta whimpers your name. "Please, I want to feel yours against mine...I'm so close, please." <br> <br> You gladly oblige, flipping your body back to lock your legs with her own. She meets you with gusto, grabbing one of your legs to give her leverage to press into you. You slide together in a divine dance, the soft and tender flesh meets and stimulates, reveling in your combined slickness. The room fills with the sounds of your moans and whines as you grind together. <br> <br> Kanta's back suddenly arches, and she cries out. "I'm cumming, $mc!" <br> <br> You grind harder in response and watch as Kanta tumbles over the edge of pleasure, her entire body shaking with euphoria as she calls out over and over. You follow swiftly after, the sensation of Kanta's quivering muscles sending you over. Tingles rock your body, emanating from your pelvis and up your back, the muscles within your sex contracting with pleasure. All you do is breathe together as the high settles. Your hands absently rub along Kanta's legs as she watches you with a sleepy smile. <br> <br> <</if>> Once you have both caught your breath and your bearings, you help each other clean up before reclining on the bed to rest for a while. Kanta asks that you hold her against your chest as she continues to settle from the event. She mumbles sweet words against your skin, offset by small pecks from her lips. After a while, she lets you decide if you'd like to play again or simply relax. <</nobr>> You spend a good while with Kanta before returning home. [[She leaves you with an open-ended offer for company should you want her in the future.|post Kanta fun]]

When you depart after you've been thoroughly sated with Kanta, you consider if you have time or want to do anything more with your time before you must depart. <<if not hasVisited("You spend some time with Da.")>>[[You spend some time with Da.]]<<else>>You spent some time with Da.<</if>> <<if not hasVisited("You spend some time with Papa.")>>[[You spend some time with Papa.]]<<else>>You spent some time with Papa.<</if>> <<if not hasVisited("You find Emre, needing to explain your situation and spend some time with him.")>>[[You find Emre, needing to explain your situation and spend some time with him.]]<<else>>You spent some time with Emre.<</if>> <<if $papatime is true and $datime is true and $latime is true>>[[You’ll rest and wait for the time to journey forth.]]<</if>> <<set $virgin to false>>

Kanta spends a while in your company, simply chatting and getting to know you a little better. He tells you about his aspirations to join the Common Council of Mahdeh with hopes of bettering the representation for small communities such as Stonebrook. He recently returned from a series of meetings in the Capitol. He is well-spoken and open with you, eventually stating his intention is merely to bed you, if you are agreeable. His company is pleasant, and his earnest decorum refreshing. After some time, he invites you to his private dwelling. $flirt_label $flirt_label [[You accept the invitation. (Explicit Scene)|Kanta male explicit scene]] $flirt_label $flirt_label [[You accept the invitation. (Fade to Black)|Kanta male fade to black]] [[You decline the invitation.]]

Enter some information to guide your experience with Kanta. Note, if Kanta leads the moment, he will penetrate the MC in some fashion, depending on your choices. If the MC leads the moment, Kanta will expect penetration depending on your choices. You have: <<listbox "$chest" autoselect>> <<option "breasts">> <<option "pecs">> <</listbox>> You have a: <<listbox "$vp" autoselect>> <<option "vagina">> <<option "penis">> <</listbox>> Is kissing on the lips/mouth between Kanta and $mc okay? (If no, there will still be other types of kisses to be had.) <<listbox "$kiss" autoselect>> <<option "No">> <<option "Yes">> <</listbox>> [[You head to Kanta's bed, intending to lead the moment]] [[You head to Kanta's bed, expecting him to lead the moment]] [[Change your mind and go home.|You decline the invitation.]]

You spend several hours at Kanta’s home, filling it with the sweet sounds of pleasure as you play with one another. He makes for an enthusiastic partner and enjoys pleading for your attention and your ministrations. After you are both sated, you simply relax together as you come down from your respective highs. [[He leaves you with an open-ended offer for company should you want him in the future.|post Kanta fun]]

<<set $bits to true>> Kanta does not mince words when you arrive at his cabin. You barely take in the quaint and simple décor and furnishings before he is coaxing you to his bed, quickly gathering a phial of oil should you need it. Gentle hands take yours and guide you to the bedroom. Kanta eagerly runs his slim fingers over your chest, slowly caressing your $chest over your clothing before continuing up to your neck. You feel the gentle tickle of the tips of his fingers along the back of your neck before he makes his way into your hair, massaging while he looks into your eyes and smiles. <<if $kiss is 'yes'>>At his signal, your mouth meets Kanta's with soft experimental kisses, gradual as you test each other's fervency. His lips are soft and pliant against yours. You can feel a slight smile between you as he hums his approval at your technique. It doesn't take long before your tongues meet. You press into him, holding the side of his face as you each taste the other's hunger.<<else>>You wrap your arms around him and bring him close. He presses his lips to your jaw and hums in satisfaction. Bringing your lips to his neck, he leans his head to give you access, so you kiss and nibble at the tender flesh until he is breathing heavy and rubbing against you.<</if>> You undress each other in a deft dance, undoing laces and buttons and untangling cloth before you make it to the bed, facing each other as you lie side by side. Once you are skin to skin, Kanta takes his time to look you over as he glides delicate fingers along every inch of your skin. His eyes light up with want, and he chews his lower lip while he tries to hide a perverse smile. As he admires you, you return the favor. A pink flush has appeared on his cheeks, and even his neck and shoulders have a tinge of extra color. His pecs are perfect, firm mounds with rosy-colored nipples that harden at your touch. He returns your touch in kind, running the tips of his fingers along the nipples of your $chest before he lightly pinches and pulls them. A shiver flutters down your spine right to your loins. <<if $vp is 'penis'>>Your member is quickly swelling, encouraged each time Kanta's hips press against your own.<<else>>Your sex is quickly becoming wet, encouraged each time Kanta's hips press against your own.<</if>> He trails his hands down to your hips before sliding them to gently tease your loins, barely applying any pressure before he grazes your thighs. Kanta sends you a mischievous look. "It appears as though I could do with some attention." "Perhaps," you say, a shiver running down your back as your partner lightly traces the outline of the mark against your stomach. You can't keep the wicked grin from your face as you think of what to do to him. With a teasing touch to his loins, you sit up and throw yourself over him. Kanta smirks up at you, turning on his back as he submits to your endeavor. Your first attack goes to his neck, where you kiss and suck your way down to his chest, taking a nipple between your lips. He groans and wriggles beneath you, holding on to your biceps as you work him. Kanta's dick becomes engorged, poking against your thigh, as you continue your way down with kisses and laps from your tongue. He whimpers with anticipation the closer you get. Once you reach his pelvic mound, you barely graze your lips along it and the top of his member. He grunts his frustration, staring at you with a challenge in his gray eyes. To add to his frustration, you work your lips around his sex, tasting his thighs, briefly running your tongue along his sac, before going back up to his pelvis. His cock twitches, and he mumbles your name with a quiet plea for stimulation. You finally oblige, opening your mouth and sinking it right onto his throbbing dick until you can go no further. Kanta gasps and his hips buck from reflex. You suck him and wiggle your tongue along the throbbing member for a few moments, before slipping your mouth up and releasing him with a light pop as the suction breaks. He quakes. <<nobr>> <<if $vp is 'penis'>> Remembering the phial he gave you, you pause a moment to uncork it, soaking your fingers with the slippery contents. You gently prod his legs to spread further as you gingerly touch a digit to his hole. He groans as you continue to prod until you slip inside of him. His muscles clench around your finger briefly before they relax. You wiggle into him gently until your entire finger is cradled within him. <br> <br> Only then do you return to pleasing him with your mouth. While your tongue works his cock into a frenzy, your finger spurs him to stretch and open for you. Kanta runs his fingers through your hair, following every motion of your head as you go down on him. Once your finger rubs his sweet spot, he cries out, trying to grind further on your hand. You give him another finger slicked with more oil as his opening stretches for you. <br> <br> You begin to taste that Kanta is ready; his cock is now so engorged that it is nearly blushed red, and he's so hard that it may even be painful to endure. His ass is nearly ready; three of your fingers can nestle inside and thrust into the tight hole. His wimpering for you increases, your name dribbling from his lips on repeat. <br> <br> <<else>> You kneel in a position to give yourself full rein over Kanta's body. He dutifully submits to your every touch. You focus on his cock, thick and wanting, swirling your tongue at his tip as if there were something sweet inside you desired to lap up. You cradle his balls in one hand, massaging and tugging as your mouth and tongue work him, while your other hand pinches and rubs at his nipples. <br> <br> Kanta's hips buck, and you allow him to thrust into your mouth for a moment before pinning his hips down and letting him stew with frustration once again. You barely caress his cock with your lips, sliding it between them back and forth until he begs you to continue. You reward him by dragging your tongue from his testicles to his tip before taking him fully in your mouth once more, bobbing your head quickly. His cock reaches into your throat, and he writhes under you. Your sex drips with anticipation, aching to be as filled as your mouth. <br> <br> You begin to taste that Kanta is ready, and you wonder if you've taken him too far; his cock is now so engorged that it is nearly blushed red, and he's so hard that it may even be painful to endure. You sit up and watch him for a moment, running your fingers along your vulva, feeling that you are slick and ready to receive him. You allow him to calm a moment, watching him pant and struggle not to touch his own sex. His wimpering for you increases, your name dribbling from his lips on repeat. <</if>> <</nobr>> [[You prepare yourself.]]

<<set $bits to true>> Kanta does not mince words when you arrive at his cabin. You barely take in the quaint and simple décor and furnishings before he is coaxing you to the bed. Gentle hands take yours and guide you to the bedroom. Kanta eagerly runs his slim fingers over your chest, slowly caressing your $chest over your clothing before continuing up to your neck. You feel the soft caress of the tips of his fingers along the back of your neck before he makes his way into your hair, massaging as he looks into your eyes and smiles. <<if $kiss is 'yes'>>At his signal, your mouth meets Kanta's with soft experimental kisses, gradually testing each other's fervency. His lips are soft and pliant against yours. You can feel a slight smile between you as he hums his approval at your technique. It doesn't take long before your tongues meet. You press into him, holding the side of his face as you each taste each other's hunger.<<else>>You wrap your arms around him and bring him close. He presses his lips to your jaw and hums in satisfaction. Bringing your lips to his neck, he leans his head to give you access, so you kiss and nibble at the tender flesh until he is breathing heavy and rubbing against you.<</if>> You undress each other in a deft dance, undoing laces and buttons and untangling cloth before you make it to the bed, facing each other as you lie side by side. Once you are skin to skin, Kanta takes his time to look you over as he glides delicate fingers along every inch of you. His eyes light up with want, and he chews his lower lip while he tries to hide a perverse smile. As he admires you, you return the favor. A pink flush has appeared on his cheeks, and even his neck and shoulders have a tinge of extra color. His pecs are perfect, firm mounds with rosy-colored nipples that harden at your touch. He returns your touch in kind, running the tips of his fingers along the nipples of your $chest before he lightly pinches and pulls them. A shiver flutters down your spine right to your loins. <<if $vp is 'penis'>>Your member is quickly swelling, encouraged each time Kanta's hips press against your own.<<else>>Your sex is quickly becoming wet, encouraged each time Kanta's hips press against your own.<</if>> He trails his hands down to your hips before sliding them to gently tease your loins, barely applying any pressure before he grazes your thighs. Kanta sends you a mischievous look. "It appears as though you could do with some attention." "Perhaps," you say, a shiver running down your back as your partner lightly traces the outline of the mark against your stomach. Kanta raises to lean over you, pinning you with his hands at either side of your head before he lowers himself to begin kissing and sucking at the flesh of your neck and shoulders. <<if $kiss is 'yes'>>He kisses his way to your lips, lifting a hand to gently pull your chin so you open your mouth, and his tongue delves inside. A moan escapes you, and you can feel him smile against your lips.<<else>>His teeth lightly nibble against you as he makes his way to your jaw and then up to your ears, dragging his tongue along the edge to make you moan.<</if>> <<nobr>> <<if $vp is 'penis'>> Kanta sends you a smile and then begins to kiss you downward, peppering your $chest with light kisses, swirling his tongue about your nipples, dragging his lips along your abs, until he is met with your hard dick. He teases it, barely touching it against his lips before he redirects to kiss your inner thighs. Kanta shuffles around, sitting up more, and you hear the small squeak of a cork. A moment later, you feel the sensation of oil against your ass as long fingers rub and push against you. Your cock hangs in the air, twitching for attention. <br> <br> Another moment passes, and Kanta meets your eye as he gently dips his finger inside your hole. Your muscles jerk in response, but quickly settle down. Kanta is gentle and persistent, and once his entire finger is inside you, he lowers himself to get comfortable on the bed and brings his mouth to your dick. He teases with his wet tongue, gliding it up and down your shaft as he prods into your ass with smooth, slick motions. A long moan bursts from you as he takes your entire shaft into his mouth, and you feel the back of his throat. <br> <br> Kanta continues to work you up, pushing into your hole to relax the muscle as he pleasures you with his mouth. He swirls his tongue around your tip and then runs his lips up and down the shaft before taking your balls in to suck them. He adds a second finger once your entrance will accommodate it, and the need to be filled makes you groan. <br> <br> Your dick pulses and leaks, and the haze of desire and pleasure washes over you. Kanta inserts a third finger, and you gasp. You're aching for more than just his fingers, and as he curls them to hit the sweet spot within you, you let out a long whine, making him chuckle in a low voice. <br> <br> He sits up and abandons his ministrations to your cock. You see his own member dangling and ready for you as it rubs against your thigh; Kanta plunges his fingers inside you a few more times before he withdraws. <br> <br> "I need you, $mc," he says, uncorking his phial and pouring the contents on his dick, smoothing it over with his other hand. He strokes it slowly as he locks eyes with you. <br> <<else>> <br> Kanta sends you a smile and then begins to kiss you downward, peppering your $chest with light kisses, swirling his tongue about your nipples, dragging his lips along your abs, until he is met with your wet cunt. He teases it, barely touching it against his lips before he redirects to kiss your inner thighs. He continues like this, kissing all around your sex, nibbling the area, dragging his tongue everywhere but where you need him to. You wriggle and whimper with anticipation, and when he finally puts his whole mouth on you, you nearly come undone. <br> <br> He drinks of you deeply, jutting his tongue inside your entrance and swirling it before tracing along your divide up to your clit. He sucks it and then flips the tip of his tongue against it like a snake tasting the air. He repeats the pattern, changing the way his tongue works with each pass. <br> <br> All you can do is let him have his way as you are lost to the pleasure, moans dribbling from your lips and fingers in his hair as he works. The muscles in your insides clench and pull, demanding to be filled, longing for company. You are so wet that you briefly wonder if Kanta will drown in you. He revels in it, moaning against your pliant flesh, one hand reaching up to play with your $chest. <br> <br> Suddenly, you feel the fingers of his other hand playing at your entrance. They swirl your wetness about and tease penetration. Kanta does not play with you long before he pushes the digits inside of you, stretching you and pleasing you while he continues to lap at your clit. Kanta curls his fingers inside you a surge of delight ripples up your spine. <br> <br> He sits up and abandons his ministrations to your clit. You see his member dangling and ready for you as it rubs against your thigh; Kanta plunges his fingers inside you a few more times before he withdraws, dragging his wet fingers to coat his shaft. <br> <br> "I need you, $mc," he says, continuing to pump his cock as he meets your eyes. <</if>> <</nobr>> [[You spread your legs.]]

<<nobr>> <<if $vp is 'penis'>> Hunger takes over Kanta's expression as he watches you open up for him, placing your hands behind your knees so you can pull them up. His breathing stutters a moment, and he begins to rub his cock against yours, sharing the oil to make you both slick. One of your hands moves to join his as you both rub against each other. His cock pulses when you touch it. <br> <br> He moves, angling so that his member presses against your entrance. His eyes meet yours, and he presses slowly. You watch as his chest rises and falls, panting with need. You feel Kanta breach your ass, the sensation of your body opening to him finally hitting you. He presses in slowly, careful as he stretches you. He adds the last of the oil partway through, and then slides the rest of the way inside with an easy thrust. You moan at the sensation of being filled, of Kanta's raw physical desire. <br> <br> He takes a moment to breathe once he's hilted inside, gingerly rubbing your legs with his hands. "You feel magnificent...Are you okay?" <br> <br> You nod and your dick twitches, the tip beginning to drip with the need to ejaculate. You //need// him, and buck your hips to encourage him to move. <br> <br> Kanta gives you a sly smile, challenging you with his eyes. He withdraws from you almost entirely, places his hands behind your knees, and then thrusts //hard//. Your body involuntarily quivers, and a groan gets caught in your throat. He hilts into you again and stays there a moment before withdrawing again slowly and repeating the hard thrust. His dick grazes the sensitive part of your ass, and you gasp. <br> <br> He continues at a painfully slow pace, seeming to goad you for your impatience, each time smacking the same spot to make you moan and twitch. Kanta moves his hands to your hips, pulling you up to meet with his thrusts as he quickens his pace. You're both sweating and breathing hard as he drives hard and harder into you. Ripples of pleasure tear up and down your spine, and your cock is painfully hard, so you grab it with a hand and begin to pump. <br> <br> Kanta's breath shudders as he watches you stimulate yourself. He lurches forward, bringing his lips to your neck to gently bite and kiss at the tender flesh as he pounds into your backside faster and faster. His new position focuses his cock right against the good spot inside you, the pleasure rocks you in building waves, and your head feels dizzy with arousal. <br> <br> He brings his lips to your ear, and against your own moaning, you hear him whisper. "Come for me, $mc..." <br> <br> You shiver and grip your member tighter; the feeling of climax spurs from your testicles and shoots up to the tip of your cock. You give in and come fast and hard as Kanta continues to thrust hard into you. You coat both of you with your seed in several shivering bursts. You cry out, gripping onto Kanta with your free hand. <br> <<else>> <br> Hunger takes over Kanta's expression as he watches you open up for him, placing your hands behind your knees so you can pull them up. His breathing stutters a moment, and he begins to rub his cock against your wet folds, continuing to coat himself and press against your clit. One of your hands moves to press the tip against your divide as you rub him. His cock pulses as you touch it. <br> <br> He moves, angling so that his member presses against your entrance. His eyes meet yours, and he pushes slowly. You watch as his chest rises and falls, panting with need. You feel Kanta breach your cunt, the sensation of your body opening to him finally hitting you. He presses in slowly, careful as he stretches you. He thumbs your clit as he slides the rest of the way inside with an easy thrust. You moan at the sensation of being filled, of Kanta's raw physical desire. <br> <br> He takes a moment to breathe once he's hilted inside, gingerly rubbing your legs with his hands. "You feel magnificent...Are you okay?" <br> <br> You nod, and your pussy twitches; the urge to climax has surged into an ache within you. You //need// him, and buck your hips to encourage him to move. <br> <br> Kanta gives you a sly smile, challenging you with his eyes. He withdraws from you almost entirely, places his hands behind your knees, and then thrusts //hard//. Your body involuntarily quivers, and a groan gets caught in your throat. He hilts into you again and stays there a moment before withdrawing again slowly and repeating the hard thrust. His dick grazes the sensitive part of your tunnel, and you gasp. <br> <br> He continues at a painfully slow pace, seeming to goad you for your impatience, each time smacking the same spot to make you moan and twitch. Kanta moves his hands to your hips, pulling you up to meet with his thrusts as he quickens his pace. You're both sweating and breathing hard as he drives hard and harder into you. Ripples of pleasure tear up and down your spine, and your clit is swollen and wanting, so you bring your fingers to it and begin to rub. <br> <br> Kanta's breath shudders as he watches you stimulate yourself. He lurches forward, bringing his lips to your neck to gently bite and kiss at the tender flesh as he pounds into you faster and faster. His new position focuses his cock right against the good spot inside you, the pleasure rocks you in building waves, and your head feels dizzy with arousal. <br> <br> He brings his lips to your ear, and against your own moaning, you hear him whisper. "Come for me, $mc..." <br> <br> You shiver and clutch your legs around Kanta, the feeling of climax spiraling from your pelvis. You give in and come fast and hard as Kanta continues to thrust into you. Your muscles convulse and clench as shivers erupt through your whole body until your legs are left shaking and you are crying Kanta's name. <</if>> <br> He groans. "$mc...I'm coming; what should I do?" <br> <br> <</nobr>> [[You want him to finish inside of you.]] [[You want him to pull out.]]

"//Inside//," you whine. Kanta gasps, sitting up as he holds your legs and pounds his cock into you. He throws his head back and calls your name, stilling for a moment while he is fully engulfed before pulling out and pushing back in. His muscles twitch, and you feel his dick jerk within as his cum fills you. When he winds down, his motions become more gentle, but he continues to moan, pulling in and out of you until his member softens enough that it slips from your hole on its own. He pants and releases your legs, sitting back to catch his breath. You also breathe deep and regain your bearings. You gasp lightly as you feel a rush of warm cum gush out of your body. You feel your face heat. Once you have both caught your air and your bearings, you help each other clean up before reclining on the bed to rest for a while. Kanta asks that you hold him against your chest as he comes down from his high. He mumbles sweet words against your skin, offset by small pecks from his lips. After a while, he lets you decide if you'd like to play again or simply relax. [[You spend a good while with Kanta for before returning home.|post Kanta fun]]

"Pull out, I want to //feel// it on me," you whine. Kanta gasps, sitting up as he holds your legs and pounds his cock into you. He throws his head back and calls your name, withdrawing at the last moment, shooting his seed along your thighs and pelvis. Hot spurts hit and drip across your skin over and over. He coats you thoroughly, pumping his member with his hands until he is spent and soft. He pants and releases you, sitting back to catch his breath. You also heave to catch your breath as you regain your bearings. You gasp lightly as you feel a rush of warm cum drip down your thighs, following the line of your pelvis close to your sex. You feel your face heat as it pools beneath you. Once you have both caught your breath and your bearings, you help each other clean up before reclining on the bed to rest for a while. Kanta asks that you hold him against your chest as he comes down from his high. He mumbles sweet words against your skin, offset by small pecks from his lips. After a while, he lets you decide if you'd like to play again or simply relax. [[You spend a good while with Kanta for before returning home.|post Kanta fun]]

<<nobr>> <<if $vp is 'penis'>> You rub your cock with oil, thoroughly coating it before you push back Kanta's legs to expose everything to you. His hands meet yours and assist by holding his limbs back. Supporting your dick, you get closer and press your tip to Kanta's entrance, rubbing it around the area with slight pressure, causing him to moan. <br> <br> Your loins twitch and urge you forward, desiring to be lost in the flesh of another. So, you press in, breaching the rim of his ass and sliding in with just enough resistance to feel bliss. Both of you moan in pleasure and relief. He swallows you inch by inch, tight and wet with oil, it feels as though he is sucking you. <br> <br> Once your member is engulfed, you pause a moment to be sure Kanta is doing okay, he signals you that he is by grinding into your cock and biting his lower lip. Stepping up to his challenge, you seize him by the ankles, lifting and spreading his legs as you begin your attack. You pull all the way out and then thrust back in, an audible smack sounding between you. Kanta gasps, his ass tightening nicely for you as you withdraw to repeat the motion. <br> <br> After slamming your cock into Kanta, you notice his panting and writhing have increased. He clenches at the bedding with one hand as the other smooths over his own dick, which is leaking, preparing to come. The sight sends a delightful shiver through your back and out to your loins, right to the tip of your dick. <br> <br> You decide to stop playing slow and hard, and begin to thrust in earnest, the slaps of your flesh echoing through the room. Kanta's ass grips you, coaxing you to plunge deeper and faster each time your flesh meets. His cries are constant, and he's now jerking his cock hard, timing it with your thrusting. With a shudder, he comes, calling your name and coating his stomach and chest with seed. <br> <br> The sensation builds, starting in your balls. You're nearly there as well. <br> <br> "I'm coming," you breathe, trying to give a warning before you erupt. <br> <br> "Withdraw," Kanta pants, still pumping his cock, "I want to feel your heat cover me." <br> <br> [[You pull out]] <<else>> You sit up and allow Kanta to watch, his breathing hitching, as you run your fingers through your wet folds, coating your fingers in your essence before sliding them inside your entrance. He watches the motions with hunger in his eyes. His cock jerks from where it stands at attention, the muscles calling out for release. <br> <br> Smirking, you move to straddle him, letting his cock rest against the front of your pelvis, barely touching your divide. You lean back and raise your hips to rub along Kanta's dick as he tries to lower his own in order to enter you, but you do not allow him. He groans in frustration. <br> <br> Once you've decided that you have teased him enough, you lean up and allow him to steady his cock under your hole before slowly lowering yourself onto it. The initial penetration makes you both moan in delight. He slides in easily, your channel stretching to accommodate him. <br> <br> Kanta pants, looking at your connection before tossing his head back to the bed. "You're so //wet//, $mc." <br> <br> You chuckle. His girth is also not doing you any favors as far as stretching your playtime out. He hits in all the right places. You begin your jaunt, pushing your hips down to fully seat him inside. He grabs your hips and grunts each time you thrust. Grabbing Kanta's hands from your hips to help you balance, you begin to ride him furiously, grinding him down into the bed, getting him as deep as possible. It doesn't take long for you to come undone, and you sense that your pleasure will erupt soon. Kanta takes a hand back and uses it to rub against your clit. You lean back to allow him better access. <br> <br> You lose yourself. The dick inside you fills while the hand at your sex sends electric ripples through your entire body. Within moments, your muscles tense and your climax descends. You cry out over and over, shaking as you come. Kanta takes over, thrusting, letting you stay lost in bliss. He whispers curses as he watches you. <br> <br> Once you are no longer shaking and in the haze of pleasure, you limply try to continue your onslaught on Kanta's cock. You can tell by his moaning that he's close. <br> <br> "$mc..." he says, "I'm so close...where...where..." Kanta's head tips back, and you need to react now. <br> <br> [[You allow him to cum inside of you.]] <br> <br> [[You pull yourself off to have him finish outside of you.]] <</if>> <</nobr>>

You lean into Kanta as he begins to rut. He grips your hips as he pushes inside rapidly several times before stilling, holding you on his dick as deep as he can get. A long, strained groan leaves his throat, and he loosens his grip enough for you to continue thrusting down onto him. You feel his dick twitching as it releases its load inside. After a few moments, Kanta falls back to the bed and begins to relax, still pushing up into you gently as the orgasm ebbs and he comes down. He strokes your hips with gentle swipes of his fingertips. You are still coming down from your own, but find extra pleasure in watching the man writhe under you. His chest rises and falls deeply as he tries to catch his wind again. He's puddy beneath you, spent. His member softens and slips out from your entrance, followed by a rush of warm cum that spills out from your loins and onto Kanta's. Your legs wobble as you dismount from him and recline on the mattress. Once you have both caught your breath and your bearings, you help each other clean up before reclining on the bed to rest for a while. Kanta asks that you hold him against your chest as he comes down from his high. He mumbles sweet words against your skin, offset by small pecks from his lips. After a while, he lets you decide if you'd like to play again or simply relax. [[You spend a good while with Kanta for before returning home.|post Kanta fun]]

You thrust a few more times, watching Kanta milk his softened member, covered with his own seed. You bite your lip as he suddenly grips you with his ass, the building sensation of orgasm ignites from a spark to an inferno. Your cock pulses, and you withdraw, barely in time as you ejaculate in several thick bursts. Your cum coats Kanta's thighs, with a large spurt hitting his navel, mixing with his own seed. Using your hand, you continue to lightly pump and milk your cock, sure to paint Kanta with it as he wanted, until it begins to soften. You are both left panting and satisfied. Once you have both caught your breath and your bearings, you help each other clean up before reclining on the bed to rest for a while. Kanta asks that you hold him against your chest as he comes down from his high. He mumbles sweet words against your skin, offset by small pecks from his lips. After a while, he lets you decide if you'd like to play again or simply relax. [[You spend a good while with Kanta for before returning home.|post Kanta fun]]

You pull your hips away so Kanta slips out from your sex, grabbing his wet member as he begins to rut. He grips the bedding as he pushes inside your fists rapidly several times before stilling as an eruption of thick cum springs from his tip. A long, strained groan leaves his throat as he continues thrusting into your grip, spurting more each time until your hands are covered. You feel his dick twitching as it finishes releasing its load. After a few moments, Kanta falls back to the bed and begins to relax, still pushing up into you gently as the orgasm ebbs and he comes down. His dick continues to weep as you pump the slick flesh. You are still coming down from your own climax, but find extra pleasure in watching the man writhe under you. His chest rises and falls deeply as he tries to catch his wind again. He's puddy beneath you, spent. His member softens and slips from your fingers. Your legs wobble as you carefully dismount from him to recline on the mattress, and Kanta hands you a cloth to wipe your hands. Once you have both caught your breath and your bearings, you help each other clean up before reclining on the bed to rest for a while. Kanta asks that you hold him against your chest as he comes down from his high. He mumbles sweet words against your skin, offset by small pecks from his lips. After a while, he lets you decide if you'd like to play again or simply relax. [[You spend a good while with Kanta for before returning home.|post Kanta fun]]

<<nobr>> <<if $kanta is 'male'>> Kanta spends a while in your company, simply chatting and getting to know you a little better. He tells you about his aspirations to join the Common Council of Mahdeh with hopes of bettering the representation for small communities such as Stonebrook. He recently returned from a series of meetings in the Capitol. He is well-spoken and open, and the longer you speak with him, the more you feel like he really is a good fit for the Council. <br> <br> You entertain a game of cards and a few drinks in his company, but after a while, Kanta retires. Before he leaves, he gives you an open-ended invitation to his bed. <br> <br> <</if>> <<if $kanta is 'female'>> Kanta spends a while in your company, simply chatting and getting to know you a little better. She tells you about her aspirations to join the Common Council of Mahdeh with hopes of bettering the representation for small communities such as Stonebrook. She recently returned from a series of meetings in the Capitol. She is well-spoken and open, and the longer you speak with her, the more you feel like she really is a good fit for the Council. <br> <br> You entertain a game of cards and a few drinks in her company, but after a while, Kanta retires. Before she leaves, she gives you an open-ended invitation to her bed. No matter what you think about that, you still consider what you should do with the remainder of your time. <br> <</if>> <</nobr>> <<if not hasVisited("You spend some time with Da.")>>[[You spend some time with Da.]]<<else>>You spend some time with Da.<</if>> <<if not hasVisited("You spend some time with Papa.")>>[[You spend some time with Papa.]]<<else>>You spend some time with Papa.<</if>> <<if not hasVisited("You find Emre, needing to explain you situation and spend some time with him.")>>[[You find Emre, needing to explain your situation and spend some time with him.]]<<else>>You find Emre, needing to explain you situation and spend some time with him.<</if>> <<if $papatime is true and $datime is true and $latime is true>>[[You’ll rest and wait for the time to journey forth.]]<</if>>

"Sorry, $mc. I shouldn't be blubbering when you're the one..." Emre growls in frustration. "All these years! I thought- I was stupid enough to believe that I had actually helped you. Maybe it was wishful thinking that I could ease your burdens with a tea made from a weed. I was so foolish to have-" "No one could have predicted this. Even da's friend said as much. There's magic in it that may not have surfaced until now. How many doctors and churches did I visit as a kid? No one could tell." Emre sighs. "I know, I guess. I just hate it. I hate feeling helpless; I've felt that way most of my life. I just want you to be okay. You're the one person that I...I have always looked up to you <<if $SeriousPlayful < 50>>- don't you dare make fun -<</if>> and I think a silly part of me just desperately wants to do for you what you've done for me." "Which is?" "To just be there. To support you. To help you. Give you someone to count on - someone who has answers, solutions. You were my friend when we were kids, even when I was sick. No one else except Oswin had the patience for that, and he was stuck being my brother." He gives you a rueful smile. "We were //both// sick." "You still stuck around with me. Gave me someone to irritate Oswin with." His smile turns a bit more nostalgic. "Remember all the bee stings he got?" You laugh. "Can't forget; he whined about it for days afterwards." "He really...I know things are odd. //He's// odd." Emre goes quiet for a while. "I think...I think you two need to talk, but I'll just say that I know he's always cared. Even when he acts like an ass..." You roll your eyes. You'll have plenty of time to mull that one over soon. As a lull falls over you and your friend, you see two figures wearing flowing green dresses in the distance, walking along the tree line that borders the Twinflower land. It's Sage and Poppy. They wave at you and whisper to each other, even though you are far enough away that you could not hear them. They laugh and send you a sinister smile. You sigh and look at Emre. "I'm not sure how I never realized they were witches before..." Emre laughs. "Me either. Half the town knows, even though they don't announce it. They just look and act the part, and everyone is afraid to speak of it." "//Hey//, are you calling me stupid?" "...Unobservant, maybe, never stupid." Emre ducks as you take a swipe at him. You stay a while, explaining a few more details about your situation to your friend. He tries to feign courage, but you know him too well and see through it. Before you depart, he turns over a pack of supplies to help you on the journey. <<if not hasVisited("You spend some time with Da.")>>[[You spend some time with Da.]]<<else>>You spent some time with Da.<</if>> <<if not hasVisited("You spend some time with Papa.")>>[[You spend some time with Papa.]]<<else>>You spent some time with Papa.<</if>> <<if not hasVisited("You'll seek out some romance while you can.")>>[[You'll seek out some romance while you can.]]<<else>>You had a romantic encounter.<</if>> <<if $papatime is true and $datime is true and $latime is true>>[[You’ll rest and wait for the time to journey forth.]]<</if>>

<<set $comp to "competitive">> It may or may not have been Da that shaped you this way, but you play to win regardless. A few evenings have ended with you two exchanging heated jibes – some playful, some definitely less so. At times, it has gotten too much for Papa, and he either will leave the room or get involved to end the banter. He’s been known to pull a game out from under both you and Da just to prove a point. Unfortunately, Da has cleaned house. Out of your last five rounds of darts, he’s clinched three victories over you. He’s still gloating about it, but not as much as he normally would – especially since being bound to a chair should put him at a disadvantage. At least with all that’s happened, he’s still not about to show you any pity. Da takes his darts back after you’ve dug them all from the target. He gingerly adjusts the small fletchings and examines the tips. “I’d ask for another few rounds, but I’d like to leave //some// of your pride intact.” He winks. You roll your eyes. “I nearly had you, don’t gloat. Besides, I’m taking pity on you because you broke your leg //twice//.” He snorts. “Perhaps we should break out the old naughts and crosses, then? Something a bit easier for you…” <<if $RecklessCautious > 50>>Rising to his challenge, and confident in your aim, you fling one of your darts, lodging it in the wall behind and to the side of your da – far enough that it’s clear you mean no ill towards your poor father. “Perhaps you need to be taught a lesson, old man.” You laugh. Da turns to look at the dart and smiles. “You are so much like me that I do not know whether to be proud or frightened.” “Both?” “Both,” he agrees. <<else>>You smirk at Da and then raise one of your darts to act as if you are aiming it towards him. He looks surprised for a moment before you set it down. “You’re lucky I care about you so much, old man; one of these days I might just teach you a lesson.” You chuckle. Da laughs. “I am lucky, indeed. Lucky that you are taking more after your papa than me – maybe just lucky that you’re my $sondtrchild…” “Both?” “Both,” he agrees. <</if>> You settle into an easy conversation after that as you fix your darts and put them away. Da shares some of his tips for aiming while sitting. It is still clear that heaviness weighs on his mind. Your da always has a talent for making any room he’s in feel lighter than it is. He brings smiles and laughter everywhere he goes, so the heaviness is telling. Though the mood is a bit sullen, it may also be because of the question that’s been circling your head since Ansar visited. [[You decided that you need to ask while you have the chance.]]

<<set $comp to "not competitive">> Try as Da might, you have taken after Papa in this regard. It may or may not have been his direct influence, but you generally don’t become too worked up over most competitions. You simply enjoy the game at hand and let that be enough. Not that you haven’t been spurred for a victory a time or two, especially as a child. Papa enjoys watching Da try and fail to rile you up. It makes both your victories and losses taste sweeter since you take both with equal amounts of grace, which drives Da crazy. Da takes his darts back after you’ve dug them all from the target. He gingerly adjusts the small fletchings and examines the tips. “I’d ask for another few rounds, but I’d like to leave //some// of your pride intact.” He winks. You roll your eyes and smile. “I’m just glad that your //twice// broken leg hasn’t extinguished that competitive spirit of yours, Da.” He guffaws. “Oh, you are impossible! How is it that you are my child!?” <<if $RecklessCautious > 50>>In order to humor him, with confidence in your aim, you fling one of your darts, lodging it in the wall behind and to the side of your da – far enough that it’s clear you mean no ill towards your poor father. “Perhaps it’s to teach you a lesson, old man.” You laugh. Da turns to look at the dart and smiles. “At least in some ways, you are so much like me that I do not know whether to be proud or frightened.” “Both?” “Both,” he agrees. <<else>>In order to humor him, you smirk at Da and then raise one of your darts to act as if you are aiming it towards him. He looks surprised for a moment before you set it down. “Perhaps it’s to teach you a lesson, old man. You might be luckier than you think.” You chuckle. Da laughs. “I am lucky, indeed. Lucky that you are taking more after your papa than me – maybe just lucky that you’re my $sondtrchild…” “Both?” “Both,” he agrees. <</if>> You settle into an easy conversation after that as you fix your darts and put them away. Da shares some of his tips for aiming while sitting. It is still clear that heaviness weighs on his mind. Your da always has a talent for making any room he’s in feel lighter than it is. He brings smiles and laughter everywhere he goes, so the heaviness is telling. Though the mood is a bit sullen, it may also be because of the question that’s been circling your head since Ansar visited. [[You decided that you need to ask while you have the chance.]]

<<if $SeriousPlayful > 50>>You allow the quiet to settle over both of you, getting a strange sense that Da knows what’s coming. You clear your throat after a while, catching your father’s hazel gaze in your $eyecolor. He has more crows-feet these days, but then he’s always been one to laugh – always. “Da…” You take a deep breath.<<else>>“So,” you begin, catching your father’s hazel gaze in your $eyecolor. He has more crows-feet these days, but then he’s always been one to laugh – always, maybe that’s where you get it from. “Maybe it’s time to break out some family secrets, eh?” You try to chuckle for some levity.<</if>> Your father gives you a weak smile and nods. “Go on, I know you have some questions. I want you to ask, but...but just know I can’t give you all the answers.” “Can’t or won’t?” You ask, sincerely. “Won’t.” The honesty stings. The secrets already sting, but your da telling you that there are things he refuses to reveal stings more. You swallow hard.<<if $GentleAssertive > 50>> “I understand.”<<else>> “That isn’t fair.”<</if>> “I know. I’m sorry, but it’s the way it needs to be – for now. It’s a matter of your safety as well, Sprout. Not knowing keeps you safe.” You steel yourself. “What name did Ansar keep trying to call you. It was second nature to him to call you something else. You’ve never told me what your birth name was.” Da nods. “I...still can’t tell you.” You sigh. “I’m sorry. I did have another name. On my name day, I declared that my birth name was my true name. It was a lie; I never wanted it that way. It’s a unique name around here; it would be recognized should you ever repeat it.” “What of your birth family, then?” “They are out there. Still alive.” “We have more family and...why can’t we see them? Why can’t I know them?” He shakes his head. “Most of them aren’t good people, $mc. Mostly, my father...your grandfather...is a very horrible person. Your grandmother lost herself a long time ago; I believe she is more...spiritually dead, though she lives.” “Why are they bad people?” “Why else?” He scoffs. “Greed.” “Who was Ansar to you, then?” The picture they painted was a strange one. They seemed to be friends, but at the same time, the mage was treated as a threat by both your parents. “He was once a true friend. For me, I could still call him that, but I don’t know…” “If he can be fully trusted?” You finish for him. Da nods. “He owes my father a deep debt, a life debt – one that he is bound with old magic to abide. We became friends, almost brothers – grew up together. We both wanted out for a time, but I think he grew to- No, he was manipulated into my father’s right hand. Our relationship became tense. I had a lover, in my 17th cycle, another man who worked for my father. Ansar told him.” Da’s face flits through various emotions, sadness chief among them. “What happened? Why was that so bad?” “He wanted grandchildren out of me – from my loins. He was not aware of my preferences until then. My lover disappeared – I never found out what became of him.” Tears prick his eyes, and he struggles to keep them in check. You know your da would hold out hope that his old lover is still out there, so again you feel as though you are not being told the whole story. “Da…” “I had an older brother.” He nods, his eyes raising to yours, and tears fall. “//Had.//” Da’s voice cracks and his lower lip quivers. You watch as Da struggles to compose himself. He doesn’t need to for your sake, but it has always been difficult for him to cry like this. It comes easily to Papa, and sometimes you think he may cry for both of them. Da is still learning. When Da is able to take a deep breath, he continues. “Your papa rescued me. I had taken a fancy to him.” He smirks. “It was hard not to. He was so shy, I could not resist flirting with him. He turned so red! I was scared of what would happen, and he could see I was unhappy, so he whisked me away. Grandmother Ravinder caused a distraction, your papa hid me in a logging cart and saved my life...my future.” “You told me you met in a tavern!” “//Technically//, we did – there was just more to it.” You sit and think for a while. Curiosity and perhaps a bit of anger want you to beg for the identity of your sordid grandfather, but Da has been through enough. “Sprout, when you come back to me - once you break that damned curse and are safe at home - I will tell you everything. If I told you now while you were out there...if anything so much as slipped from your lips, even what I have said may be too much, you must never repeat it to anyone.” “I understand, Da.” Da stills for a while, staring at the table. He tries to speak a few times, but never finishes. Finally, he reaches into his pocket and takes something, setting it on the table, still clutched and hidden within his hand. “I shouldn’t...but this...this is something that could keep you safe. Make no mistake, it could put you in danger as well, but should you be in dire trouble – I mean life or death, $mc – you may be able to use this.” Reluctantly, Da drops what he’s holding. It’s a ring. A big one – a large black gem set within an ornate gold band. You pick it up – it’s quite heavy for a ring – and study it further. The gem is clutched within the gold talons of an eagle. Your father continues, “Only if it is dire, do you show this to anyone. It will buy you time; it may even buy you a way to break the curse. Should someone discover it by accident, tell them you found it in the Udo River.” “It looks valuable, but how does it help me, and also put me in danger?” “It’s a family ring, like a crest. My brother’s – a great many people around Mahdeh Province will recognize it. It may grant you mercy or favor, but if someone in my family sees it or hears of it surfacing, it will cause trouble. Do not use it flippantly or show it off. Life or death. Promise me.” “I promise.” Da is very quiet after your exchange, though as time passes, he begins to thaw and return to his normal self. When you return to your games, he has lost his edge – or perhaps, just this once, he lets you win. <<if not hasVisited("You spend some time with Papa.")>>[[You spend some time with Papa.]]<<else>>You spent some time with Papa.<</if>> <<if not hasVisited("You find Emre, needing to explain you situation and spend some time with him.")>>[[You find Emre, needing to explain your situation and spend some time with him.]]<<else>>You spent time with Emre.<</if>> <<if not hasVisited("You'll seek out some romance while you can.")>>[[You'll seek out some romance while you can.]]<<else>>You had a romantic encounter.<</if>> <<if $papatime is true and $datime is true and $latime is true>>[[You’ll rest and wait for the time to journey forth.]]<</if>>

<<set $katime to true>> Your time is a bit short, but you won't need much for what you have in mind... $flirt_label <<if hasVisited("You'd never found a steady partner, but found a variety in town with the occasional traveler to join you.")>>[[You can seek out a romantic encounter at the tavern.]] <<elseif hasVisited("A brunette woman with soft gray eyes was a regular companion for you.")>>[[You can go find Kanta, she’ll happily send you off in the best way.]] <<elseif hasVisited("A brunette man with soft gray eyes was a regular companion for you.")>>[[You can go find Kanta, he’ll happily send you off in the best way.]] <<else>>[[This may be your last chance for a while to have some romantic company; you’ll seek a partner out.]]<</if>>

His back is to you as you approach, sitting on an overturned water trough. You see his shoulders move, but you cannot see what he is doing. Taking a look around, you can't help but recall memories from this barn - not all of them good - but many of them are of Papa. He taught you how to handle animals, befriend and nurture them, and care for them. This is the place where he showed you calves, puppies, kids, and lambs. This is where you bottle-fed Bo and played in the hay while Papa worked. You snap from your reverie when you hear Papa hiss sharply. He shakes his hand and puts a finger to his lips for a moment before reaching to pick up one of the kittens in his huge hand. It's the black one who reaches to paw at Papa's face, not looking the least bit sorry. You step forward, and your father finally hears you. "$mc? What brings you here? Yer chores are done." <<if $SeriousPlayful > 50>>"I've come to sit with you a while."<<else>>"To be a thorn in your side, of course."<</if>> Papa pats the spot next to him where there is just enough room for you to squeeze in, though you will likely bump shoulders with your father. He sets the kitten down, who immediately pounces on his brother, the orange tabby. Papa chuckles, and you both watch the small creatures for a while in silence. "You've been a bit quiet, Papa," you finally say. He takes a deep breath. "Been thinkin' a lot." <<if $GentleAssertive > 50>>You place a hand on Papa's shoulder. "I know this has been very hard on you. We can talk about it, if you'd like."<<else>>You look at your father meaningfully. "I know it's difficult, but we need to talk about it if it's troubling you."<</if>> Nodding, Papa strokes his beard. He thinks for a long time, but you've known him long enough to understand that he just needs some time to organize his thoughts. "I've never felt so useless and stupid." <<if $GentleAssertive > 50>>"You are anything but that, Papa. We couldn't have been prepared for all of this. I don't want you to feel any less over it."<<else>>"That's absurd. You've done nothing to warrant such feelings."<</if>> "I know yer right. Yer da says the same. But, I want to do more for ya. I can't even take you to a damn shrine." He grumbles, but softens when the kittens begin an attack on one of his boots. "I know you would if it were possible. I'm grown now, though, and you've done all you can to prepare me." [[Papa nods.]]

And then you hear his breath stutter. Try as he might, Papa can't keep tears at bay for long. The kittens are a helpful distraction at least. "I'm not good with words," he says. "That's okay." "Never thought I would be a father...wanted to." "Yeah?" you ask as the kittens turn their attack on your boots. "It's the best thing I've ever been." "Truly?" "Truly. All I want is for ya to be well and happy. Live yer own way. When //it// was illness, I could care for you. No matter how bad, I would see you well again. This curse business makes me feel powerless." He stares at his hands, big and calloused from years of hard work. "I never found somethin' we couldn't fix in some way... We hadn't a home - we built one. When the fence broke - I mended it. When that bear tore into the chicken house, I drove it off. When you were a babe - I held, fed, clothed ya. We doctored you when sick...but I can't...all these years talkin' to gods that wouldn't listen..." The kittens mew at you as you try to think about how to respond. You're aware that you may not be able to make your father feel much better, but you want to try. [[Some affection and encouraging words will help.][$GentleAssertive to Math.clamp($GentleAssertive + 7, 0, 100)]] [[You can do this, and you need to affirm that with him.][$GentleAssertive to Math.clamp($GentleAssertive - 7, 0, 100)]] [[You think it's best to be serious about this.][$SeriousPlayful to Math.clamp($SeriousPlayful + 7, 0, 100)]] [[Levity will lift your father's spirit.][$SeriousPlayful to Math.clamp($SeriousPlayful - 7, 0, 100)]]

You gently place a hand on your papa’s back. You feel the solid muscle underneath. Papa has always been rock-solid – not just in his body, but in his spirit. He lifts everything and everyone up on his shoulders, you chief among them (and sometimes literally). But, he’s soft inside – full of love and caring. “Papa...I know I can’t convince you not to worry, but don’t be so hard on yourself. You’ve done a lot for me. I am only here now because of you and Da. Because of you, I have what I need to do this myself. You’ve always dropped everything for me, and I can’t have you do that right now. Not when Da is injured and needs you too. Not when…” You pick up the kittens. “There are other little ones that need you, too.” Papa rolls his eyes affectionately. The kittens struggle from your hands to reach his shoulders and climb on. They immediately begin playing with his shaggy hair. “Yer more important than that, but I understand.” “It will be okay. I’ll make sure it is. I’ll be back in a fortnight, and we can celebrate my success.” You’re not sure of success yet, but it doesn’t hurt to keep that to yourself for now. He nods, the orange kitten nearly losing purchase when he does. “I need to have more faith in my $sondtrchild is what yer sayin’.” “Yup.” You consider your father and the kittens for a moment. “Did you name them yet?” “Mmhmm.” He plucks the black one and hands her to you. “Pep.” Plucking the orange one from his tangled hair, he says, “Peeks.” You spend the next while watching Pep and Peeks wrestle, and you finally see your papa smiling again like always. You regard what else you have time for before you set out. <<if not hasVisited("You spend some time with Da.")>>[[You spend some time with Da.]]<<else>>You spent some time with Da.<</if>> <<if not hasVisited("You find Emre, needing to explain your situation and spend some time with him.")>>[[You find Emre, needing to explain your situation and spend some time with him.]]<<else>>You spent some time with Emre.<</if>> <<if not hasVisited("You'll seek out some romance while you can.")>>[[You'll seek out some romance while you can.]]<<else>>You had a romantic encounter.<</if>> <<if $papatime is true and $datime is true and $latime is true>>[[You’ll rest and wait for the time to journey forth.]]<</if>>

You gently place a hand on your papa’s back. You feel the solid muscle underneath. Papa has always been rock-solid – not just in his body, but in his spirit. He lifts everything and everyone up on his shoulders, you chief among them (and sometimes literally). But, he’s soft inside – full of love and caring. “Papa, I can do this. I need you to believe that I can. You didn’t raise a fool, after all, and it’s only because of you and Da that I have made it this far. It’s time for me to walk on my own. Under other circumstances, I would love to have you with me, but you’re needed here more. Da needs you, your animals need you. I’m capable.” Papa turns his big brown eyes to you, and they shine with pride. “I know you are. Yer the most capable person I know.” You wrangle the kittens into your arms, setting them on your father’s big shoulders, but they immediately make to play in his shaggy hair. “It will be okay, Papa. I’ll make sure it is. I’ll be back in a fortnight, and we can celebrate my success.” You’re not sure of success yet, but it doesn’t hurt to keep that to yourself for now. He nods, the orange kitten nearly losing purchase when he does. “Yer right, I need to have more faith in my $sondtrchild.” “Yes, that’s all I ask.” You consider your father and the kittens for a moment. “Did you name them yet?” “Mmhmm.” He plucks the black one and hands her to you. “Pep.” Plucking the orange one from his tangled hair, he says, “Peeks.” You spend the next while watching Pep and Peeks wrestle, and you finally see your papa smiling again like always. You regard what else you have time for before you set out. <<if not hasVisited("You spend some time with Da.")>>[[You spend some time with Da.]]<<else>>You spent some time with Da.<</if>> <<if not hasVisited("You find Emre, needing to explain your situation and spend some time with him.")>>[[You find Emre, needing to explain your situation and spend some time with him.]]<<else>>You spent some time with Emre.<</if>> <<if not hasVisited("You'll seek out some romance while you can.")>>[[You'll seek out some romance while you can.]]<<else>>You had a romantic encounter.<</if>> <<if $papatime is true and $datime is true and $latime is true>>[[You’ll rest and wait for the time to journey forth.]]<</if>>

You gently place a hand on your papa’s back. You feel the solid muscle underneath. Papa has always been rock-solid – not just in his body, but in his spirit. He lifts everything and everyone up on his shoulders, you chief among them (and sometimes literally). But, he’s soft inside – full of love and caring. “Papa, I know I can do this. I’m also not ignorant of the risks, but the risk is greater if I wait, and I refuse to allow you and Da’s needs to fall by the wayside. You have always dropped everything for me, and I am only here now because of you, as it is. Given all of this...Maybe I just need to do this without you, too. I understand what I’m getting into.” Papa turns his big brown eyes to you, and they shine with pride. “I know you are. Yer the most capable person I know.” You wrangle the kittens into your arms, setting them on your father’s big shoulders, but they immediately make to play in his shaggy hair. “I’ll make sure I get through this and come back to you one way or another, and then we can celebrate my success.” You’re not sure of success yet, but it doesn’t hurt to keep that to yourself for now. He nods, the orange kitten nearly losing purchase when he does. “Yer right, I need to have more faith in my $sondtrchild.” “Yes, that’s all I ask.” You consider your father and the kittens for a moment. “Did you name them yet?” “Mmhmm.” He plucks the black one and hands her to you. “Pep.” Plucking the orange one from his tangled hair, he says, “Peeks.” You spend the next while watching Pep and Peeks wrestle, and you finally see your papa smiling again like always. You regard what else you have time for before you set out. <<if not hasVisited("You spend some time with Da.")>>[[You spend some time with Da.]]<<else>>You spent some time with Da.<</if>> <<if not hasVisited("You find Emre, needing to explain your situation and spend some time with him.")>>[[You find Emre, needing to explain your situation and spend some time with him.]]<<else>>You spent some time with Emre.<</if>> <<if not hasVisited("You'll seek out some romance while you can.")>>[[You'll seek out some romance while you can.]]<<else>>You had a romantic encounter.<</if>> <<if $papatime is true and $datime is true and $latime is true>>[[You’ll rest and wait for the time to journey forth.]]<</if>>

You gently place a hand on your papa’s back. You feel the solid muscle underneath. Papa has always been rock-solid – not just in his body, but in his spirit. He lifts everything and everyone up on his shoulders, you chief among them (and sometimes literally). But, he’s soft inside – full of love and caring. “You know, Papa, there’s all sorts of things I can get up to by going without you.” You begin holding up fingers as you list things. “I’ve never seen a brothel before, maybe I could find one, I could sneak into a grand ball, try out an opium den, commit a murder or two – the possibilities are endless!” You laugh. “But, it just wouldn’t be the same if I were dragging my father around for it all, you know? And especially not when…” You pick up the kittens. “...there are other little ones that need you too.” Papa rolls his eyes affectionately, and he is struggling not to laugh. The kittens wiggle from your hands to reach his shoulders and climb on. They immediately begin playing with his shaggy hair. “You’ve been hangin’ around yer da too much...” You give him a winning smile. “It will be okay, Papa. I’ll make sure it is. I’ll be back in a fortnight, and we can celebrate my success.” You’re not sure of success yet, but it doesn’t hurt to keep that to yourself for now. He nods, the orange kitten nearly losing purchase when he does. “I need to have more faith in my $sondtrchild is what yer sayin’.” “Even if it’s risky.” You consider your father and the kittens for a moment. “Did you name them yet?” “Mmhmm.” He plucks the black one and hands her to you. “Pep.” Plucking the orange one from his tangled hair, he says, “Peeks.” You spend the next while watching Pep and Peeks wrestle, and you finally see your papa smiling again like always. You regard what else you have time for before you set out. <<if not hasVisited("You spend some time with Da.")>>[[You spend some time with Da.]]<<else>>You spent some time with Da.<</if>> <<if not hasVisited("You find Emre, needing to explain your situation and spend some time with him.")>>[[You find Emre, needing to explain your situation and spend some time with him.]]<<else>>You spent some time with Emre.<</if>> <<if not hasVisited("You'll seek out some romance while you can.")>>[[You'll seek out some romance while you can.]]<<else>>You had a romantic encounter.<</if>> <<if $papatime is true and $datime is true and $latime is true>>[[You’ll rest and wait for the time to journey forth.]]<</if>>

<<set $journey to 'adventure'>> You can’t help but be excited. The gravity of your mission, the reason for this journey, seems to almost pale in comparison. Your first real adventure awaits. There is so much you’ve never seen or done. Once you’ve removed the curse, more opportunities for adventure will open to you. How far could you travel from home? All the way through the north or south? Perhaps you can go see the coast after this. Papa and your grandmother lived as nomads, who’s to say you couldn’t try that as well? Endless possibilities run through your mind, and a little smile creeps up on your lips with each one. This is where your journey starts – packing up your mounts and watching your parents trying to keep their emotions together. It’s a surreal feeling. The farthest you’ve ever been from home was Lale and the surrounding smaller towns, usually no more than three to four days' ride from Stonebrook. You’ve met every healer in the area at least once in your 24 years. Even if your end goal is the shrine to Valko, you will likely need to stay in Codrin or at least visit for supplies, especially if the shrine doesn’t yield results. It almost doesn’t feel real to you, if not for the subtle warmth that emanates from your core. You turn to see Emre approach with a burlap sack clutched in his hands. Tears streak his face, and his brown eyes are marred with red. You walk to meet him, and he just looks at you, lower lip quivering. [[You make a joke to get him to relax.][$SeriousPlayful to Math.clamp($SeriousPlayful - 3, 0, 100)]] [[You comfort him.][$GentleAssertive to Math.clamp($GentleAssertive + 3, 0, 100)]] [[You accept the gravity of how he feels.][$SeriousPlayful to Math.clamp($SeriousPlayful + 3, 0, 100)]] [[You affirm that it will be okay.][$GentleAssertive to Math.clamp($GentleAssertive - 3, 0, 100)]]

<<nobr>> <<set $Oflirt +=3>> <<set $journey to 'relationships'>> <</nobr>> Your eyes inadvertently move to the man in question as he approaches Flit. He cradles the horse’s head in his hands as she nuzzles him. You can’t stop the small smile that twitches upon your lips as you hear him whisper something to the horse. The sweet boy you knew as a child is still in there somewhere, you think. And, he’s now grown into a rather handsome man. Perhaps you’ll come to understand Oswin a bit more on this journey. Your trance is broken the moment Oswin’s eyes match your gaze. He startles a moment before quickly turning and heading towards your da. This is where your journey starts – packing up your mounts and watching your parents trying to keep their emotions together. It’s a surreal feeling. The farthest you’ve ever been from home was Lale and the surrounding smaller towns, usually no more than three to four days' ride from Stonebrook. You’ve met every healer in the area at least once in your 24 years. Even if your end goal is the shrine to Valko, you will likely need to stay in Codrin or at least visit for supplies, especially if the shrine doesn’t yield results. It almost doesn’t feel real to you, if not for the subtle warmth that emanates from your core. You turn to see Emre approach with a burlap sack clutched in his hands. Tears streak his face, and his brown eyes are marred with red. You walk to meet him, and he just looks at you, lower lip quivering. [[You make a joke to get him to relax.][$SeriousPlayful to Math.clamp($SeriousPlayful - 3, 0, 100)]] [[You comfort him.][$GentleAssertive to Math.clamp($GentleAssertive + 3, 0, 100)]] [[You accept the gravity of how he feels.][$SeriousPlayful to Math.clamp($SeriousPlayful + 3, 0, 100)]] [[You affirm that it will be okay.][$GentleAssertive to Math.clamp($GentleAssertive - 3, 0, 100)]]

<<set $journey to 'nervous'>> It is almost too much. You’ve never been far from home before and never without your fathers close by. The curse rests heavily in your gut, and now the weight of this journey sits painfully on your shoulders. Can you carry all this? Sure, you are not going alone, but this is all so new. You’ve never traveled so long and far before. And what if Valko is a cruel god? What if you don’t find answers or solutions? What if you don’t even make it to the shrine? Your heart races, and you feel like a hunted rabbit. The wolves will eat you... This is where your journey starts – packing up your mounts and watching your parents trying to keep their emotions together. It’s a surreal feeling. The farthest you’ve ever been from home was Lale and the surrounding smaller towns, usually no more than three to four days' ride from Stonebrook. You’ve met every healer in the area at least once in your 24 years. Even if your end goal is the shrine to Valko, you will likely need to stay in Codrin or at least visit for supplies, especially if the shrine doesn’t yield results. It almost doesn’t feel real to you, if not for the subtle warmth that emanates from your core. You turn to see Emre approach with a burlap sack clutched in his hands. Tears streak his face, and his brown eyes are marred with red. You walk to meet him, and he just looks at you, lower lip quivering. [[You make a joke to get him to relax.][$SeriousPlayful to Math.clamp($SeriousPlayful - 3, 0, 100)]] [[You comfort him.][$GentleAssertive to Math.clamp($GentleAssertive + 3, 0, 100)]] [[You accept the gravity of how he feels.][$SeriousPlayful to Math.clamp($SeriousPlayful + 3, 0, 100)]] [[You affirm that it will be okay.][$GentleAssertive to Math.clamp($GentleAssertive - 3, 0, 100)]]

<<set $journey to 'duty'>> To have a shot at a life beyond 25 years, you’ve got to do this. If the result of inaction is death, then you have literally nothing else to lose. This is just like seeking a cure for any other ailment, just with a few more steps – an errand. There is no sense in getting worked up with nerves or excitement; you just need to ensure you do this and succeed, that way you will have the remainder of your life to get worked up over better things. This is where your journey starts – packing up your mounts and watching your parents trying to keep their emotions together. It’s a surreal feeling. The farthest you’ve ever been from home was Lale and the surrounding smaller towns, usually no more than three to four days' ride from Stonebrook. You’ve met every healer in the area at least once in your 24 years. Even if your end goal is the shrine to Valko, you will likely need to stay in Codrin or at least visit for supplies, especially if the shrine doesn’t yield results. It almost doesn’t feel real to you, if not for the subtle warmth that emanates from your core. You turn to see Emre approach with a burlap sack clutched in his hands. Tears streak his face, and his brown eyes are marred with red. You walk to meet him, and he just looks at you, lower lip quivering. [[You make a joke to get him to relax.][$SeriousPlayful to Math.clamp($SeriousPlayful - 3, 0, 100)]] [[You comfort him.][$GentleAssertive to Math.clamp($GentleAssertive + 3, 0, 100)]] [[You accept the gravity of how he feels.][$SeriousPlayful to Math.clamp($SeriousPlayful + 3, 0, 100)]] [[You affirm that it will be okay.][$GentleAssertive to Math.clamp($GentleAssertive - 3, 0, 100)]]

*Summary of skipped passage: Ravinder discovers the source of the commotion is one of their family's cows struggling to give birth to twin calves. One calf had already passed, but the other was alive, and Ravinder's fathers were struggling to save the life of the second calf with the knowledge that there was no saving the mother cow. It was gross and traumatizing for the young mind of Ravinder, and as young minds tend to do, they incorrectly make the connection between their own mother's death and this one. They mistakenly think that they caused the same problem for their mother, making her suffer. Kip discovers that his child is witnessing all of this and... [[He sweeps you up and runs from the barn.]]

You put on a big smile to try and sway his tears. “Look on the bright side; you’ve finally gotten rid of me!<<if hasVisited("You give your own shriek and run towards the little girl")>> And now I won’t be able to stir up your children, so you’ll have some peace for once!”<</if>> Emre stands in front of you and heaves a sigh before casting an annoyed look at you. <<if $SeriousPlayful > 50>>“Not that I don’t appreciate the attempt at levity, but your execution needs work.”<<elseif $SeriousPlayful < 50>>“Is this your way of coping or trying to make me think it’s really okay?”<<else>>“A fair attempt, but are you trying to make yourself feel better or me?”<</if>> “Well, your eyes just looked so sad; I had to try.” Those sad brown eyes look back into your gaze. “I know you have to do this, I just wish you didn’t. Oswin will keep you safe, and if he fails to, I’ll kill him myself.” Emre sets his sights on Oswin, who is pretending that neither of you is within hearing range. Emre lowers his voice to a whisper. “There was so much he never told me. I love my brother, but he’s an idiot. If he gives you grief, you have my permission to deck him.” <<if $GentleAssertive > 50>>“Now, I’m sure it probably won’t come to that. He’s been better lately.”<<else>>“With pleasure.”<</if>> “Here,” he says, handing you the burlap sack. “I put together all I could spare for you and my brother. Everything is labeled with instructions.” <<if $SeriousPlayful > 50>>”This will go a long way towards helping us.”<<else>>”Kind of you to label them, but you know as well as I do that neither of us can read.” You notice Oswin shift a stern gaze towards you, which only makes you smile more.<</if>> A long-suffering sigh escapes Emre. “It’s the least I could do for you. I wish I could help more...go with you.” You nod. “You are needed here. Willow needs you, and so do your parents.” He nods, and a small smile graces his lips. “My mother is certain that Willow is carrying twins. Can you imagine? She’s...having a hard time lately, but she’s being so strong. When you get back...you’ll get to meet them.” The mental image of both Emre and Willow’s arms full of children crosses your mind. The potential noise makes you shudder, but you know they will be very happy. Emre sneaks a look over to Oswin. “Maybe...since you’re getting out of Stonebrook, you’ll meet someone special. A new friend or...something more? If you do, you should bring them by to visit. Sorry, my thoughts are rambling. Just...no matter what, come back. Be careful.” Tears begin to trickle from your friend’s eyes. [[You hug him.|Emre send off]] [[You clap your hand to his shoulder in support.|Emre send off]] [[You give him a comforting smile.|Emre send off]]

You put on a kind smile to try and sway his tears. “My friend, it will be okay, I promise.” Emre stands in front of you and heaves a sigh before casting an annoyed look at you. <<if $GentleAssertive > 50>>“I know you’re just trying to make me feel better, you always do, but I don’t know if I can right now.”<<else>>“I appreciate you being gentle for my sake, but you don’t have to.”<</if>> “Well, your eyes just looked so sad; I had to try.” Those sad brown eyes look back into your gaze. “I know you have to do this, I just wish you didn’t. Oswin will keep you safe, and if he fails to, I’ll kill him myself.” Emre sets his sights on Oswin, who is pretending that neither of you is within hearing range. Emre lowers his voice to a whisper. “There was so much he never told me. I love my brother, but he’s an idiot. If he gives you grief, you have my permission to deck him.” <<if $GentleAssertive > 50>>“Now, I’m sure it probably won’t come to that. He’s been better lately.”<<else>>“With pleasure.”<</if>> “Here,” he says, handing you the burlap sack. “I put together all I could spare for you and my brother. Everything is labeled with instructions.” <<if $SeriousPlayful > 50>>"This will go a long way towards helping us.”<<else>>”Kind of you to label them, but you know as well as I do that neither of us can read.” You notice Oswin shift a stern gaze towards you, which only makes you smile more.<</if>> A long-suffering sigh escapes Emre. “It’s the least I could do for you. I wish I could help more...go with you.” You nod. “You are needed here. Willow needs you, and so do your parents.” He nods, and a small smile graces his lips. “My mother is certain that Willow is carrying twins. Can you imagine? She’s...having a hard time lately, but she’s being so strong. When you get back...you’ll get to meet them.” The mental image of both Emre and Willow’s arms full of children crosses your mind. The potential noise makes you shudder, but you know they will be very happy. Emre sneaks a look over to Oswin. “Maybe...since you’re getting out of Stonebrook, you’ll meet someone special. A new friend or...something more? If you do, you should bring them by to visit. Sorry, my thoughts are rambling. Just...no matter what, come back. Be careful.” Tears begin to trickle from your friend’s eyes. [[You hug him.|Emre send off]] [[You clap your hand to his shoulder in support.|Emre send off]] [[You give him a comforting smile.|Emre send off]]

Your brow furrows involuntarily as you give Emre a solemn look and a nod. He stands in front of you and heaves a sigh before casting an annoyed look at you. <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>“Oh, I’ve seen that expression before. I must look terrible...”<<else>>“I told myself that I’d prefer it if you didn’t crack jokes, but now I’m second-guessing that...”<</if>> “Well, your eyes just looked so sad; I had to try.” Those sad brown eyes look back into your gaze. “I know you have to do this, I just wish you didn’t. Oswin will keep you safe, and if he fails to, I’ll kill him myself.” Emre sets his sights on Oswin, who is pretending that neither of you is within hearing range. Emre lowers his voice to a whisper. “There was so much he never told me. I love my brother, but he’s an idiot. If he gives you grief, you have my permission to deck him.” <<if $GentleAssertive > 50>>“Now, I’m sure it probably won’t come to that. He’s been better lately.”<<else>>“With pleasure.”<</if>> “Here,” he says, handing you the burlap sack. “I put together all I could spare for you and my brother. Everything is labeled with instructions.” <<if $SeriousPlayful > 50>>”This will go a long way towards helping us.”<<else>>”Kind of you to label them, but you know as well as I do that neither of us can read.” You notice Oswin shift a stern gaze towards you, which only makes you smile more.<</if>> A long-suffering sigh escapes Emre. “It’s the least I could do for you. I wish I could help more...go with you.” You nod. “You are needed here. Willow needs you, and so do your parents.” He nods, and a small smile graces his lips. “My mother is certain that Willow is carrying twins. Can you imagine? She’s...having a hard time lately, but she’s being so strong. When you get back...you’ll get to meet them.” The mental image of both Emre and Willow’s arms full of children crosses your mind. The potential noise makes you shudder, but you know they will be very happy. Emre sneaks a look over to Oswin. “Maybe...since you’re getting out of Stonebrook, you’ll meet someone special. A new friend or...something more? If you do, you should bring them by to visit. Sorry, my thoughts are rambling. Just...no matter what, come back. Be careful.” Tears begin to trickle from your friend’s eyes. [[You hug him.|Emre send off]] [[You clap your hand to his shoulder in support.|Emre send off]] [[You give him a comforting smile.|Emre send off]]

You put on a firm smile. “I know that right now it doesn’t feel like it, but everything will be okay. You’ve got enough to worry about, so just leave it to me.” Emre stands in front of you and heaves a sigh before casting an annoyed look at you. <<if $GentleAssertive > 50>>“You being firm is a new one on me, though...I can’t deny I’m a little grateful.”<<else>>“I appreciate you being strong for my sake, but you don’t have to.”<</if>> “Well, your eyes just looked so sad; I had to try.” Those sad brown eyes look back into your gaze. “I know you have to do this, I just wish you didn’t. Oswin will keep you safe, and if he fails to, I’ll kill him myself.” Emre sets his sights on Oswin, who is pretending that neither of you is within hearing range. Emre lowers his voice to a whisper. “There was so much he never told me. I love my brother, but he’s an idiot. If he gives you grief, you have my permission to deck him.” <<if $GentleAssertive > 50>>“Now, I’m sure it probably won’t come to that. He’s been better lately.”<<else>>“With pleasure.”<</if>> “Here,” he says, handing you the burlap sack. “I put together all I could spare for you and my brother. Everything is labeled with instructions.” <<if $SeriousPlayful > 50>>”This will go a long way towards helping us.”<<else>>”Kind of you to label them, but you know as well as I do that neither of us can read.” You notice Oswin shift a stern gaze towards you, which only makes you smile more.<</if>> A long-suffering sigh escapes Emre. “It’s the least I could do for you. I wish I could help more...go with you.” You nod. “You are needed here. Willow needs you, and so do your parents.” He nods, and a small smile graces his lips. “My mother is certain that Willow is carrying twins. Can you imagine? She’s...having a hard time lately, but she’s being so strong. When you get back...you’ll get to meet them.” The mental image of both Emre and Willow’s arms full of children crosses your mind. The potential noise makes you shudder, but you know they will be very happy. Emre sneaks a look over to Oswin. “Maybe...since you’re getting out of Stonebrook, you’ll meet someone special. A new friend or...something more? If you do, you should bring them by to visit. Sorry, my thoughts are rambling. Just...no matter what, come back. Be careful.” Tears begin to trickle from your friend’s eyes. [[You hug him.|Emre send off]] [[You clap your hand to his shoulder in support.|Emre send off]] [[You give him a comforting smile.|Emre send off]]

Though Emre cannot stop his tears, he bids you farewell before also embracing his older brother in a long hug. You watch as Oswin, much taller and broader, gently holds him as he has done countless times before. Memories of Oswin comforting his frail brother when ill or after scraped knees and sudden falls. As far back as you can remember, Oswin doted on him. You suppose, as you think back, that at times he also doted on you. He saved you from angry bees once. Every time he found something tasty to eat, he would rush to share it with you. He carried you when you first fell ill. Fear stayed in his eyes for a long time after that whenever he looked at you. Oswin’s eyes catch your stare. You startle a moment as the vivid green pierces your $eyecolor eyes. He flinches and looks away quickly, but then slowly brings his eyes back to yours. [[You give him a gentle grin.][$GentleAssertive to Math.clamp($GentleAssertive + 5, 0, 100)]] [[You give him a determined nod.][$GentleAssertive to Math.clamp($GentleAssertive - 5, 0, 100)]] [[You stick your tongue out at him.][$SeriousPlayful to Math.clamp($SeriousPlayful - 5, 0, 100)]] [[You nod your head subtly and then look away.][$SeriousPlayful to Math.clamp($SeriousPlayful + 5, 0, 100)]] $flirt_label [[Your face heats, and you look to the ground...and then back up again, and then down...and then back up.|bashful bee boy][$BoldflirtShyflirt to Math.clamp($BoldflirtShyflirt - 5, 0, 100)]] $flirt_label [[You tilt your head to the side, and give him a wide smile.|bashful bee boy][$BoldflirtShyflirt to Math.clamp($BoldflirtShyflirt + 5, 0, 100)]]

<<set $Oflirt +=3>> Oswin’s mouth drops as he watches you. His eyes are wide and shifty, and you think you see a tinge of extra color along the tops of his cheeks. His attention shifts back to Emre as he starts to usher his brother away, but you note that his eyes keep drifting back to you, and the furrow of his brow deepens. Once the moment is broken, you finish up your preparations and approach your fathers, interrupting their seventh or eighth inventory of all your provisions. Normally, you’d expect a shine in your papa’s eyes, but rather, you see a firm determination in them. Da does not seem to be faring as well as usual, and you imagine they may have swapped roles for the day. Your da has been fidgeting from the confines of a chair, babbling and joking as he tries to stay busy. The frustration of being bound to a seat is obvious. Papa has repeatedly brought him the saddlebags so that Da can count and recount the supplies. You know that it’s time to leave. There are only so many times you can say goodbye and check the supplies. [[It’s time to say goodbye.]]

Oswin’s eyes shift around a bit, but he meagerly tries to return your smile before distracting himself by sending Emre off. Once the moment is broken, you finish up your preparations and approach your fathers, interrupting their seventh or eighth inventory of all your provisions. Normally, you’d expect a shine in your papa’s eyes, but rather, you see a firm determination in them. Da does not seem to be faring as well as usual, and you imagine they may have swapped roles for the day. Your da has been fidgeting from the confines of a chair, babbling and joking as he tries to stay busy. The frustration of being bound to a seat is obvious. Papa has repeatedly brought him the saddlebags so that Da can count and recount the supplies. You know that it’s time to leave. There is only so many times you can say goodbye and check the supplies. [[It’s time to say goodbye.]]

Oswin’s eyes firmly meet yours as he returns the gesture, before distracting himself by sending Emre off. Once the moment is broken, you finish up your preparations and approach your fathers, interrupting their seventh or eighth inventory of all your provisions. Normally, you’d expect a shine in your papa’s eyes, but rather, you see a firm determination in them. Da does not seem to be faring as well as usual, and you imagine they may have swapped roles for the day. Your da has been fidgeting from the confines of a chair, babbling and joking as he tries to stay busy. The frustration of being bound to a seat is obvious. Papa has repeatedly brought him the saddlebags so that Da can count and recount the supplies. You know that it’s time to leave. There are only so many times you can say goodbye and check the supplies. [[It’s time to say goodbye.]]

Oswin’s eyes go wide for a moment before he furrows his brow at you and huffs, before distracting himself by sending Emre off. The response sends a slightly wicked smile to your lips. Once the moment is broken, you finish up your preparations and approach your fathers, interrupting their seventh or eighth inventory of all your provisions. Normally, you’d expect a shine in your papa’s eyes, but rather, you see a firm determination in them. Da does not seem to be faring as well as usual, and you imagine they may have swapped roles for the day. Your da has been fidgeting from the confines of a chair, babbling and joking as he tries to stay busy. The frustration of being bound to a seat is obvious. Papa has repeatedly brought him the saddlebags so that Da can count and recount the supplies. You know that it’s time to leave. There are only so many times you can say goodbye and check the supplies. [[It’s time to say goodbye.]]

You notice Oswin mimic your response, almost in unison with you, before distracting himself by sending Emre off. Once the moment is broken, you finish up your preparations and approach your fathers, interrupting their seventh or eighth inventory of all your provisions. Normally, you’d expect a shine in your papa’s eyes, but rather, you see a firm determination in them. Da does not seem to be faring as well as usual, and you imagine they may have swapped roles for the day. Your da has been fidgeting from the confines of a chair, babbling and joking as he tries to stay busy. The frustration of being bound to a seat is obvious. Papa has repeatedly brought him the saddlebags so that Da can count and recount the supplies. You know that it’s time to leave. There are only so many times you can say goodbye and check the supplies. [[It’s time to say goodbye.]]

You and Oswin approach your fathers, who grow suddenly quiet as they look at you. <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>“I know you are still distressed,” you start, “but it’s going to be okay. I have help, and the shrine isn’t that far. I will return before you know it.”<<else>>“Come now,” you start, “I just got this from Emre, and you’ve been distraught all week. It will be fine; //I// will be fine – I can take care of myself – and you need to let me.”<</if>> Da sighs. “You’re right. We know that...we raised you after all. Let’s not draw this out. We’ve cried our tears and given our speeches; it’s time to let you venture out.” Papa agrees with a strong nod. “We trust you – both of you.” <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>“I swear that I’ll take this seriously; I’ll come back successful. Count on me, don’t wallow in my absence.” Da smiles, and the tears he’s been holding back breech. “I’m so proud of you, $mc. I know you will. I’ll miss you, but I have faith in you.” He clasps your hands in his own in a firm hold. Papa places a hand on your shoulder. “Enjoy this as much as you can when yer able. After you come back, we’ll celebrate, and you can tell us everything.” His beard curls up as a smile lights up his face. <<else>> “Just think of all the things you can get up to now that I’ll be out of the house for a while – once Da’s leg heals, especially.” Surprisingly, Da is the one who blushes, and Papa laughs, slapping a hand to your shoulder. “With a crass tongue like that, I know you’ll be okay. Just like yer da.” Da gingerly grips your hands in his. A stray tear escapes his eye as he looks at you. “I’m proud of you, $mc. You’re stronger than me. Know that I will miss you, but I have faith in you.” <</if>> Once your goodbyes are exchanged, you and Oswin mount your steeds. Your ever-stoic guide urges Flit onto the road as you trail behind, waving at your parents. <<nobr>> <<if $RecklessCautious > 55>>As you face the road ahead of you, an inkling trickles into your mind. This is your road now, and you can take it however you wish. A smile hits your lips as you think no more of it and stir up $mountname into a gallop. Your friend eagerly responds with a grunt, kicking up the dust of the road as you both overtake Oswin and Flit. You hear your guide curse and yell your name as you pass, but you don’t look back. <br> <br> This road is ''yours'', at least in this moment, and you will take it however you wish. <<else>> As you face the road ahead of you, a feeling of trepidation washes over you. The weight of what you must do presses on your shoulders. This is your road now, and you can take it however you wish. The sense of cautious hope stirs your heart, and you gently rouse $mountname to catch up to your guide. As you take a stride next to Oswin and Flit, you look out over the long path ahead. There’s no going back for now. <br> <br> ...But this road is ''yours'', at least in this moment, and you can take it //however// ''you'' //wish//.<</if>> <</nobr>> [[Chapter 3]]

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<<set $journeyfeelings to "smitten">> Perhaps you weren’t sure of what to expect during your first real expedition away from home without your fathers, but riding in near complete silence for the first three days wasn’t it. Oswin has been exceptionally quiet, only speaking to ask you questions on how you feel and what you need, and to answer your questions on occasion. He rides Flit just a few paces in front of you, sometimes turning to make sure you are close by. If you and $mountname lose pace, he’s quick to chide you before reverting back to silence. It’s clear that he feels uneasy, but it is difficult to tell why. You’ve never traveled with him before to know if this is just how he is or not. When you camp at night, Oswin diligently tends your mounts while you prepare a fire and get out the essentials for camp. He never seems to know what to say or where to look, but keeps busy until it is time to sleep. He’s always awake at first light and wakes you gently when it’s time to go. The pace is constant, not enough to exhaust you or the mounts, but no moment is spared to relax. After the fourth night, you are well on your way down the road that seems to be getting more and more narrow as the surrounding forest gets even thicker. The path is getting rockier with the occasional steep hill. <<if $mount is 'chessy'>>$mountname handles the terrain with steady determination, slowing down and picking through the roughest parts with caution, listening closely to your guidance.<<elseif $mount is 'eb'>>$mountname handles the changing terrain with grit, picking up pace as the hills get steeper to power over them. He huffs a bit when you guide him over rough patches, mostly listening to commands, but occasionally going his own way.<<elseif $mount is 'bay'>>$mountname is undeterred by the changes in the path. He plods along steadily, but a bit slower, when challenges appear. He has good instincts on how to handle rough patches, and you barely have to guide him.<<elseif $mount is 'mule'>>$mountname takes little instruction from you over rough patches, but handles the hills and rough terrain with gusto. She doesn’t lose pace at all, frequently trying to slip ahead of Flit and Oswin. Every incline seems to excite her.<</if>> As you travel down the dark road – though the sun is high, the trees blot out much of the light – it dawns on you that this must be the farthest you’ve been from home. You’ve been to Lale and all the surrounding villages within a four-day ride. Your fathers were always leery of taking you any further lest you become too ill. Four days of near silence. Four days without your parents. Four days without your closest friend. Four days away from the familiarity of home… [[You are excited and prodding Oswin with every question you think of.|3.1a]] [[You are leery and staying quiet.|3.1b]] $flirt_label [[You’ve been staring at Oswin so much, you’ve barely noticed much else.|3.1c]] [[You are not doing okay and have been struggling to control your panic since you broke camp this morning.|3.1d]] [[You are taking it in stride, mostly unbothered.|3.1e]]

<<set $journeyfeelings to "excited">> “Oswin, why does the road keep narrowing?” You see Oswin’s shoulders lift as he takes a deep breath and sighs. You try again. “The forest is so thick through here, does no one maintain the road?” Silence. “How long-” “$mc…” Oswin glares at you. He has stopped his mount and your own to get your full attention. “What?” you ask. “You have pestered me with questions for days.” <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>“I realize that, but all for good reason. I’ve never done this before or gone this route, it’s only prudent that I try to learn as I go. You’ve been so quiet, how else will I learn?”<<else>>“You can’t blame me for that, I’m naturally curious – it adds to my charm. And someone needs to make some noise, you’ve been so quiet that I keep wondering if I’ve suddenly lost my hearing.”<</if>> “I am here to guide you and see you to the shrine safely, not teach you how roads work.” <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>You nod and tilt your head as you meet his gaze. “I understand that, but I can’t help but be curious. I don’t mean to be a bother and I guess it would just be nice to talk.”<<else>>Your brows furrow and you straighten your posture as you stare back at him. “I would argue that you being a guide would at least endear me to having a few harmless questions answered. There’s no reason for us to travel in complete silence for the next fortnight.”<</if>> “I am trying to protect you as well, and your incessant chatter is only serving to be a distraction. There are animals, predators, still recovering from winter, that I need to watch for. $mc, there are people that could…” He stops himself and simply stares at you for a moment, his lips quiver ever so slightly before his volume lowers. “There are bad people in this world who could hurt you, and I need to ensure that you are safe from them.” You give him a nod to acknowledge his argument while you take a moment to think. [[You tend to not socialize, but you’d still like to talk a bit.|3.2a][$ReservedOutgoing to Math.clamp($ReservedOutgoing + 5, 0, 100)]] [[You will simply wither away if you can’t socialize at least a little.|3.2b][$ReservedOutgoing to Math.clamp($ReservedOutgoing - 5, 0, 100)]] [[You understand his worry and reassure him.|3.2c][$GentleAssertive to Math.clamp($GentleAssertive + 5, 0, 100)]] [[Reasonable or not, he’s being an ass.|3.2d][$GentleAssertive to Math.clamp($GentleAssertive - 5, 0, 100)]] [[He’s made a good point, and you’ll concede to that.|3.2e][$SeriousPlayful to Math.clamp($SeriousPlayful + 5, 0, 100)]] [[He’s making it too tempting and too easy to get under his skin. Resisting teasing him might be impossible for you.|3.2f][$SeriousPlayful to Math.clamp($SeriousPlayful - 5, 0, 100)]] $flirt_label [[He’s extra handsome when he’s protecting you…You should point that out.|3.2g][$BoldflirtShyflirt to Math.clamp($BoldflirtShyflirt + 5, 0, 100)]] $flirt_label [[His consideration is making your heart race.|3.2h][$BoldflirtShyflirt to Math.clamp($BoldflirtShyflirt - 5, 0, 100)]]

<<set $anx += 3>><<set $journeyfeelings to "anxious">> Trepidation simmers within you. Though you are silent, there is a great deal going on in your mind. The days are mostly uneventful, but you can’t seem to get them out of your head. The strange new pattern for your days is already becoming routine, with many more similar days ahead. You wake, break camp, pack, and ride. The two of you travel until sunset again, taking only a couple breaks to water the mounts and eat a little. Oswin’s silence adds to the tension you keep sensing. Sometimes you think you should speak or ask a question, but each time you end up thinking it’s better to remain quiet. “$mc?” You snap to attention as Oswin softly calls your name. He has slowed Flit to match pace with $mountname. “Yes?” You answer in a rush. “Are you well?” Oswin looks over you, his brow furrowed and his eyes gentle. “I am.” “If you’re not, it is okay to tell me. We can take a break; <<if $ReservedOutgoing > 49>>I know you’re not always talkative, but you’ve very silent, and you’ve looked very worried about something. <<else>>it’s unlike you to be so quiet for so long...you look worried.<</if>>” You nod. “I might be a little anxious lately.” “That’s okay. I’ll keep you safe.” Oswin looks to the road ahead for a moment before turning back to you. “Let’s speak of it more once we make camp this evening. I know I’ve kept quiet as well, but I think a chat would do you some good.” A smile finds it’s way to your lips. “I agree. <<if $Ostat is 'friend'>>We were friends once, you know. It will be nice to connect again, even just a little.<<elseif $Ostat is 'crush'>>I would really like for us to connect, so that would be wonderful.<<elseif $Ostat is 'distant'>>That’s not a bad idea.<<elseif $Ostat is 'neutral'>>It can’t hurt, if nothing else.<</if>>” “It won’t be long now. I-” Oswin suddenly stops and scans the path behind you. “Oswin?” He holds his hand up without so much as a glance back to you as he peers through the surrounding trees. His eyes are wide and his brow is furrowed as he focuses. You briefly consider if he’s putting on a show to prove his point from earlier, but the way his face twists makes your gut sink. You look around but see nothing and hear nothing. Hearing nothing in a forest is very suspicious. After a few moments, Oswin relaxes, and you notice birdsong return as if the forest is alive once more. Your guide ushers you forward, keeping your mounts as close as possible. [[You stay silent and vigilant until you make camp.]]

<<set $Oflirt +=3>> Perhaps it has been quiet or even a bit boring and a mite unnerving, but you can’t complain about the view. This is the longest consecutive amount of time in years that you have been with Oswin. You think back to the last days in which you frequented each other’s company; it must have been when you were around 15 seasons, a budding adult. Oswin of course, being older, already had a heap of responsibilities at that point. He was always working or training for something. That’s about the time that his awkwardness around you morphed into irritation. Back then, he looked as awkward as he acted. He hadn’t filled out yet, his face was still a bit round from youth, and he was all limbs and no trunk. His black hair was often disheveled too, and the scruff of his budding beard was patchy and struggling. His attitude barely fit into his body. Now, looking at him, at the dawn of his 28th season, he's changed a great deal. Oswin looks every bit the way he did when he was a child, but at the same time, not. His trunk filled in and it filled in quite well. He’s solid and broad-shouldered with arms and legs that match in muscle. The way sunlight shines against his skin makes you think of the deep amber glow from thick honey, and you briefly catch yourself wondering if it would taste similar. He keeps himself well-ordered now – his hair is kept no longer than the tips of his ears, thick and shiny – the black strands demand to have your hands in them. Oswin’s face has become as sculpted as the rest of him too. His face developed strong angles, especially his jaw, where his scruff is no longer patchy even if he keeps it trimmed. The serious expression he always has just makes him more attractive. And those eyes.... Gems of the brightest green peering at you from heavy lids framed in dark lashes – sensual and mysterious and staring at you...right now. “$mc?” Oswin has stopped both of the mounts and is looking at you with worry and perplexity evident on his face. “Yes? Sorry, I must have been lost in thought.” Getting lost in those eyes more so, but you don’t have to tell him that. “Apparently so; I was worried that you were ill.” $flirt_label [[You make an idiotic joke to flirt.|3.3a][$SeriousPlayful to Math.clamp($SeriousPlayful - 5, 0, 100)]] $flirt_label [[Your face feels like fire.|3.3b][$BoldflirtShyflirt to Math.clamp($BoldflirtShyflirt - 5, 0, 100)]] [[You play off the situation and divert attention away from your ogling.|3.3c][$SeriousPlayful to Math.clamp($SeriousPlayful + 5, 0, 100)]] [[You pay him a genuine compliment on how handsome he’s become.|3.3d][$GentleAssertive to Math.clamp($GentleAssertive + 5, 0, 100)]]

<<set $anx += 10>><<set $journeyfeelings to "anxious">> You’re not sure if you could speak if you tried at this point. All the realizations you’ve had since your first steps on the road are crashing down on you. Looking around in any direction, all you see is an unfamiliar forest. Trees crowd the road, choking it out until it barely accommodates the mounts. You’re farther from home than you’ve ever been. You are farther from your parents than you have ever been in your entire life. You can’t just turn back and quickly return to them, to home, and be comforted. <<if $mount is 'chessy'>>$mountname seems to sense your unease. She is sticking close to Flit and Oswin, searching for the guidance and reassurance that you are unable to give at the moment. Her ears keep twitching towards you as if she is trying to see if you’re okay. Occasionally, she snorts nervously and bucks her head.<<elseif $mount is 'eb'>>$mountname is clearly becoming restless. As your anxiety builds, so does his. He’s been looking all over, searching for whatever danger is causing fear to radiate from you. He pulls at the reins and swats his tail in irritation.<<elseif $mount is 'bay'>>$mountname remains steady, his head trying to turn so he can look at you. He grunts softly as you shake with anxiety and easily follows Flit without needing any input from you. He seems to know that you’re not well enough to give instruction. He is trying to model calmness to you.<<elseif $mount is 'mule'>>$mountname is clearly irritated or frustrated. Her tall ears are turned back towards you constantly. She snorts loudly each time you shift or shiver with anxiety. You’ve had to mumble apologies to Oswin a dozen times as she tries to butt-up right against him and Flit, having even nabbed Oswin’s cloak with her teeth and tugged. You think for a moment that she is trying to speak up for you since you won’t do it yourself.<</if>> How many more days can you do this? Will you even survive the trip? Is it worth it? Is this silence a balm or a poison? Breathing is becoming difficult. The beams of sunlight coming through the canopy of trees is hypnotic. You try to focus on it, hear the birds singing around you, and the crunch of debris under the hooves of your mount. But the fear is clearer, louder. It’s consuming you. Eating you alive. A burst of cold settles over your shoulders and into your chest, robbing you of breath. $mountname neighs sharp and brisk, with the same anxiety. Oswin turns suddenly, eyes searching for danger. You grab your chest as the air seems to thin and slump over in your saddle. You pant and pant, fingers digging into your clothing, trying to claw a path into your flesh for air to get in. You’re vaguely aware of your name being called, but you can’t respond. The light has been blotted out from your vision and you’re suddenly falling. You hear $mountname give a shrill cry, echoing the torrent of panic that has grabbed your heart with unforgiving claws. Though you fall, you are not met with the harsh ground. Oswin has caught you. He’s holding you close, tight to his chest, whispering words of comfort that you can’t decipher in a warm voice. Everything happened in such a blur it takes you several moments to even realize he had dismounted in order to catch you. He rocks you and runs a hand through your $haircolor hair. He came for you when you panicked after the first time you found the mark on your body, and he came for you again. And again he tells you, “Focus on me and let yourself slow down...you’ve made it through this before, you can do it. I’ll help you, I’m here. You are not alone in this.” Clarity returns to you as your breathing stabilizes. [[You give a Oswin a gentle pat and pull away, truly touched by his gesture.|3.4a][$GentleAssertive to Math.clamp($GentleAssertive + 5, 0, 100)]] [[You quietly pull away from his grasp.|3.4b][$GentleAssertive to Math.clamp($GentleAssertive - 5, 0, 100)]] [[You feel the need to both thank him and apologize.|3.4c][$SeriousPlayful to Math.clamp($SeriousPlayful + 5, 0, 100)]] [[You try to play it off with a joke.|3.4d][$SeriousPlayful to Math.clamp($SeriousPlayful - 5, 0, 100)]] $flirt_label [[You embrace Oswin with affection and thanks, tucking your face into the crook of his neck.|3.4e]] $flirt_label [[You sit up, taking Oswin’s face into your hands to look meaningfully into his eyes.|3.4f]]

<<set $journeyfeelings to "unbothered">> You’re not sure if you should be surprised or not with how well you’ve felt so far. It may be the weight of the journey hasn’t yet fully set in, or maybe you were meant for such travels. It’s a little adventure, it may be the first of many. There's probably no set way to feel about how your days on the road have gone. Maybe reality hasn't hit you yet or you just need more time to make up your mind. <<if $Ostat is 'friend'>>This trip may be easier since Oswin is at your side. Even if he has been quiet, he’s at least a steady presence. It’s easy to feel safe and prepared with him leading you. You want to at least be friends again by the end of this journey, maybe sooner. If nothing else, it’s a chance to understand him as the man he’s become.<<elseif $Ostat is 'crush'>>This trip may be easier since Oswin is at your side. Even if he has been quiet, he’s at least a steady presence. It’s easy to feel safe and prepared with him leading you. And, if you’re honest with the feelings that have begun to bloom, you’re feeling more than just safe with him. You need to know the man he’s become and perhaps you can figure out if you want your feelings to bloom further or not.<<elseif $Ostat is 'distant'>>Even despite the distance between you two, Oswin has been a steady and reassuring presence. You can’t know yet how this trip will influence your feelings towards the man, if at all.<<elseif $Ostat is 'neutral'>>Even despite the inert feelings you have about him, Oswin has been a steady and reassuring presence. You can’t know yet how this trip will influence your feelings towards the man, if at all.<</if>> As your mind continues to wonder, a thought trickles through the back of your head. [[You truly are okay right now, content with how things are.|3.5a]] [[You are hiding your fear behind a stoic mask.|3.5b]] [[Even though you are facing death if you fail, this journey is beginning to excite you.|3.5c]] [[Your feelings are too obscured to actually define right now.|3.5d]]

You give Oswin a sincere nod and he seems to relax a little more. “I understand what you’re trying to do, and I apologize if I’ve not been accommodating towards your goal, but I really would appreciate just a little conversation. Even just at camp.” Oswin’s eyes shy away from yours, the gem-like orbs seem lost suddenly. “I suppose…” “We can’t possibly need total silence at all times. <<if $Ostat is 'friend'>>We were friends once, you know. I’d like to...get there again, but you need to at least talk to me.<<elseif $Ostat is 'crush'>>I really would like for us to connect, and this is the perfect chance. Even if we can’t be like we once were, please at least talk to me.<<elseif $Ostat is 'distant'>>I’ll keep it easy and simple, I promise.<<elseif $Ostat is 'neutral'>>I think it will help us both relax a little bit. And if you’re a bit more relaxed, I think that will serve you better as we travel.<</if>>” He nods. “Yes...that sounds like a fine compromise. I will try, I promise.” “Thank you.” You manage to give him a small grin, and much to your surprise, Oswin’s own lips twitch into what could pass for smirk. He takes a deep breath. “I am sorry.” “Huh?” “To answer your question, the path is this way because this road wasn’t made for commerce. It is more or less a glorified shortcut to Codrin made by locals. The land becomes rocky and with how thick the trees are, the roots prevent the road from being very accommodating.” “Oh...thanks for answering.” “Now, save the rest of your questions until camp. I-” Oswin suddenly stops and scans the path behind you. “Oswin?” He holds his hand up without so much as a glance back to you as he peers through the surrounding trees. His eyes are wide and his brow is furrowed as he focuses. You briefly consider if he’s putting on a show to prove his point from earlier, but the way his face twists makes your gut sink. You look around but see nothing and hear nothing. Hearing nothing in a forest is very suspicious. After a few moments, Oswin relaxes, and you notice birdsong return as if the forest is alive once more. Your guide ushers you forward, keeping your mounts as close as possible. [[You stay silent and vigilant until you make camp.]]

You cast a pleading look at him. “Please, Oswin, you know how I am. If the curse doesn’t kill me, the silence will. You’ve got to talk to me. I’ll keep my mouth shut as much as I can, at least entertain a conversation with me when we camp at night. $mountname isn’t the most chatty either…” Oswin’s eyes shy away from yours, the gem-like orbs seem lost suddenly. “I suppose…” “We can’t possibly need total silence at all times. <<if $Ostat is 'friend'>>We were friends once, you know. I’d like to...get there again, but you need to at least talk to me.<<elseif $Ostat is 'crush'>>I really would like for us to connect, and this is the perfect chance. Even if we can’t be like we once were, please at least talk to me.<<elseif $Ostat is 'distant'>>I’ll keep it easy and simple, I promise.<<elseif $Ostat is 'neutral'>>I think it will help us both relax a little bit. And if you’re a bit more relaxed, I think that will serve you better as we travel.<</if>>” He nods. “Yes...that sounds like a fine compromise. I will try, I promise.” “Thank you.” You manage to give him a small grin, and much to your surprise, Oswin’s own lips twitch into what could pass for smirk. He takes a deep breath. “I am sorry.” “Huh?” “To answer your question, the path is this way because this road wasn’t made for commerce. It is more or less a glorified shortcut to Codrin made by locals. The land becomes rocky and with how thick the trees are, the roots prevent the road from being very accommodating.” “Oh...thanks for answering.” “Now, save the rest of your questions until camp. I-” Oswin suddenly stops and scans the path behind you. “Oswin?” He holds his hand up without so much as a glance back to you as he peers through the surrounding trees. His eyes are wide and his brow is furrowed as he focuses. You briefly consider if he’s putting on a show to prove his point from earlier, but the way his face twists makes your gut sink. You look around but see nothing and hear nothing. Hearing nothing in a forest is very suspicious. After a few moments, Oswin relaxes, and you notice birdsong return as if the forest is alive once more. Your guide ushers you forward, keeping your mounts as close as possible. [[You stay silent and vigilant until you make camp.]]

You cast a gentle look at him. “Oswin, I understand why you’re concerned. I appreciate that you are taking my safety so seriously. Neither of us know what might come from our trip, but I don’t want fear to be the only thing we share on this road. Even if it’s just when we bed down at night, I’d really like to talk a bit.” Oswin’s eyes shy away from yours, the gem-like orbs seem lost suddenly. “I suppose…” “We can’t possibly need total silence at all times. <<if $Ostat is 'friend'>>We were friends once, you know. I’d like to...get there again, but you need to at least talk to me.<<elseif $Ostat is 'crush'>>I really would like for us to connect, and this is the perfect chance. Even if we can’t be like we once were, please at least talk to me.<<elseif $Ostat is 'distant'>>I’ll keep it easy and simple, I promise.<<elseif $Ostat is 'neutral'>>I think it will help us both relax a little bit. And if you’re a bit more relaxed, I think that will serve you better as we travel.<</if>>” He nods. “Yes...that sounds like a fine compromise. I will try, I promise.” “Thank you.” You manage to give him a small grin, and much to your surprise, Oswin’s own lips twitch into what could pass for smirk. He takes a deep breath. “I am sorry.” “Huh?” “To answer your question, the path is this way because this road wasn’t made for commerce. It is more or less a glorified shortcut to Codrin made by locals. The land becomes rocky and with how thick the trees are, the roots prevent the road from being very accommodating.” “Oh...thanks for answering.” “Now, save the rest of your questions until camp. I-” Oswin suddenly stops and scans the path behind you. “Oswin?” He holds his hand up without so much as a glance back to you as he peers through the surrounding trees. His eyes are wide and his brow is furrowed as he focuses. You briefly consider if he’s putting on a show to prove his point from earlier, but the way his face twists makes your gut sink. You look around but see nothing and hear nothing. Hearing nothing in a forest is very suspicious. After a few moments, Oswin relaxes, and you notice birdsong return as if the forest is alive once more. Your guide ushers you forward, keeping your mounts as close as possible. [[You stay silent and vigilant until you make camp.]]

“You’re being an ass about it.” <<if $mount is 'mule'>>Your mount suddenly raises her head and gives a sharp bray. You reach down and pat her neck. “No offense, $mountname.” She grunts back at you.<</if>> “If me being an ass gets us to our destination and back in one piece, then by all means, I’ll remain an ass.<<if $mount is 'mule'>> I mean nothing by that, $mountname.<</if>>” “I understand your point. There’s no need for you to be this way. Just...let’s at least have a chat when we camp. It’s awkward enough without sitting in silence all night.” Oswin’s eyes shy away from yours, the gem-like orbs seem lost suddenly. “I suppose…” “We can’t possibly need total silence at all times. <<if $Ostat is 'friend'>>We were friends once, you know. I’d like to...get there again, but you need to at least talk to me.<<elseif $Ostat is 'crush'>>I really would like for us to connect, and this is the perfect chance. Even if we can’t be like we once were, please at least talk to me.<<elseif $Ostat is 'distant'>>I’ll keep it easy and simple, I promise.<<elseif $Ostat is 'neutral'>>I think it will help us both relax a little bit. And if you’re a bit more relaxed, I think that will serve you better as we travel.<</if>>” He nods. “Yes...that sounds like a fine compromise. I will try, I promise.” “Thank you.” You manage to give him a small grin, and much to your surprise, Oswin’s own lips twitch into what could pass for smirk. He takes a deep breath. “I am sorry.” “Huh?” “To answer your question, the path is this way because this road wasn’t made for commerce. It is more or less a glorified shortcut to Codrin made by locals. The land becomes rocky and with how thick the trees are, the roots prevent the road from being very accommodating.” “Oh...thanks for answering.” “Now, save the rest of your questions until camp. I-” Oswin suddenly stops and scans the path behind you. “Oswin?” He holds his hand up without so much as a glance back to you as he peers through the surrounding trees. His eyes are wide and his brow is furrowed as he focuses. You briefly consider if he’s putting on a show to prove his point from earlier, but the way his face twists makes your gut sink. You look around but see nothing and hear nothing. Hearing nothing in a forest is very suspicious. After a few moments, Oswin relaxes, and you notice birdsong return as if the forest is alive once more. Your guide ushers you forward, keeping your mounts as close as possible. [[You stay silent and vigilant until you make camp.]]

You sigh. “You have a point, I did not take that into enough consideration.” Oswin’s eyes shy away from yours, the gem-like orbs seem lost suddenly. “I suppose…if you’d like to ask your questions when we settle for the night, that would be okay.” You think for a moment and nod in agreement. “That sounds fair as well as safe. <<if $Ostat is 'friend'>>We were friends once, you know. It will be nice to connect again, even just a little.<<elseif $Ostat is 'crush'>>I would really like for us to connect, so that would be wonderful.<<elseif $Ostat is 'distant'>>I’ll keep it easy and simple, I promise.<<elseif $Ostat is 'neutral'>>I think it will help us both relax a little bit. And if you’re a bit more relaxed, I think that will serve you better as we travel.<</if>>” He nods. “Yes...this sounds like a fine compromise.” “Thank you.” You manage to give him a small grin, and much to your surprise, Oswin’s own lips twitch into what could pass for smirk. He takes a deep breath. “I am sorry.” “Huh?” “To answer your question, the path is this way because this road wasn’t made for commerce. It is more or less a glorified shortcut to Codrin made by locals. The land becomes rocky and with how thick the trees are, the roots prevent the road from being very accommodating.” “Oh...thanks for answering.” “Now, we’ll keep quiet until camp. I-” Oswin suddenly stops and scans the path behind you. “Oswin?” He holds his hand up without so much as a glance back to you as he peers through the surrounding trees. His eyes are wide and his brow is furrowed as he focuses. You briefly consider if he’s putting on a show to prove his point from earlier, but the way his face twists makes your gut sink. You look around but see nothing and hear nothing. Hearing nothing in a forest is very suspicious. After a few moments, Oswin relaxes, and you notice birdsong return as if the forest is alive once more. Your guide ushers you forward, keeping your mounts as close as possible. [[You stay silent and vigilant until you make camp.]]

You smirk at him. “Oh yes, since we have encountered just so many dangers these past few days. The squirrels are looking particularly crazed this spring, they may just carry me away into the trees.” You are met with a glower from Oswin. “I’m sure they have quite enough //nuts// left over from their winter stores, I do not think they’d bother with the clutter.” You’re a little taken aback. A rebuttal was expected, but you did not think he would jest in return. “I disagree, I believe the squirrels would welcome me, and I bet they’d even answer my questions.” “Perhaps you can become their monarch.” He smirks. You both chuckle, and while Oswin seems to be in a good humor you bring the issue up again. “Do you think we could at least chat when we camp? Getting on your nerves is fun, but most of the time just for me.” Oswin’s eyes shy away from yours, the gem-like orbs seem lost suddenly. “I suppose…” “We can’t possibly need total silence at all times. <<if $Ostat is 'friend'>>We were friends once, you know. I’d like to...get there again, but you need to at least talk to me.<<elseif $Ostat is 'crush'>>I really would like for us to connect, and this is the perfect chance. Even if we can’t be like we once were, please at least talk to me.<<elseif $Ostat is 'distant'>>I’ll keep it easy and simple, I promise.<<elseif $Ostat is 'neutral'>>I think it will help us both relax a little bit. And if you’re a bit more relaxed, I think that will serve you better as we travel.<</if>>” He nods. “Yes...that sounds like a fine compromise. I will try, I promise.” “Thank you.” You manage to give him a small grin, and much to your surprise, Oswin’s own lips twitch into what could pass for smirk. He takes a deep breath. “I am sorry.” “Huh?” “To answer your question, the path is this way because this road wasn’t made for commerce. It is more or less a glorified shortcut to Codrin made by locals. The land becomes rocky and with how thick the trees are, the roots prevent the road from being very accommodating.” “Oh...thanks for answering.” “Now, save the rest of your questions until camp. I-” Oswin suddenly stops and scans the path behind you. “Oswin?” He holds his hand up without so much as a glance back to you as he peers through the surrounding trees. His eyes are wide and his brow is furrowed as he focuses. You briefly consider if he’s putting on a show to prove his point from earlier, but the way his face twists makes your gut sink. You look around but see nothing and hear nothing. Hearing nothing in a forest is very suspicious. After a few moments, Oswin relaxes, and you notice birdsong return as if the forest is alive once more. Your guide ushers you forward, keeping your mounts as close as possible. [[You stay silent and vigilant until you make camp.]]

<<set $Oflirt +=3>> A wide smile slowly spreads along your lips, almost involuntarily. “I have to say, Oswin, you are exceedingly handsome when you’re concerned for my safety.” His eyes bug. Rarely have you ever seen them so wide as they often hide under his furrowed brow. “You...why...are...Don’t mess around, $mc, be serious about this.” “I am quite serious. I don’t get to see you work usually; I feel like I’ve missed out.” You believe the color around Oswin’s face is becoming tinged with red. Hopefully it isn’t anger, but it appears that you’ve stunned him to silence and may have even flattered him. While Oswin seems to be in a stupor you bring the issue up again. “Do you think we could at least chat when we camp? Getting you flustered was fun, but talking a bit would be nice.” Oswin’s eyes shy away from yours, the gem-like orbs seem lost suddenly. “I suppose…” “We can’t possibly need total silence at all times. <<if $Ostat is 'friend'>>We were friends once, you know. I’d like to...get there again, but you need to at least talk to me.<<elseif $Ostat is 'crush'>>I really would like for us to connect, and this is the perfect chance. Even if we can’t be like we once were, please at least talk to me.<<elseif $Ostat is 'distant'>>I’ll keep it easy and simple, I promise.<<elseif $Ostat is 'neutral'>>I think it will help us both relax a little bit. And if you’re a bit more relaxed, I think that will serve you better as we travel.<</if>>” He nods. “Yes...that sounds like a fine compromise. I will try, I promise.” “Thank you.” You manage to give him a small grin, and much to your surprise, Oswin’s own lips twitch into what could pass for smirk. He takes a deep breath. “I am sorry.” “Huh?” “To answer your question, the path is this way because this road wasn’t made for commerce. It is more or less a glorified shortcut to Codrin made by locals. The land becomes rocky and with how thick the trees are, the roots prevent the road from being very accommodating.” “Oh...thanks for answering.” “Now, save the rest of your questions until camp. I-” Oswin suddenly stops and scans the path behind you. “Oswin?” He holds his hand up without so much as a glance back to you as he peers through the surrounding trees. His eyes are wide and his brow is furrowed as he focuses. You briefly consider if he’s putting on a show to prove his point from earlier, but the way his face twists makes your gut sink. You look around but see nothing and hear nothing. Hearing nothing in a forest is very suspicious. After a few moments, Oswin relaxes, and you notice birdsong return as if the forest is alive once more. Your guide ushers you forward, keeping your mounts as close as possible. [[You stay silent and vigilant until you make camp.]]

<<set $Oflirt +=3>> You find yourself gawking at him. The thump of your heart picking up noticeably. Your ears are suddenly feeling hot and words have failed you. “Are you okay?” he asks. “Um, yeah. Yes...sorry," you mumble. “I hope I haven’t upset you badly.” Sincerity is plain on his face. “No, quite the opposite. I appreciate...your consideration to our safety.” He nods. Oswin’s eyes shy away from yours, the gem-like orbs seem lost suddenly. “I suppose…if you’d like to ask your questions when we settle for the night, that would be okay.” You think for a moment and nod in agreement. “That sounds fair as well as safe. <<if $Ostat is 'friend'>>We were friends once, you know. It will be nice to connect again, even just a little.<<elseif $Ostat is 'crush'>>I would really like for us to connect, so that would be wonderful.<<elseif $Ostat is 'distant'>>I’ll keep it easy and simple, I promise.<<elseif $Ostat is 'neutral'>>I think it will help us both relax a little bit. And if you’re a bit more relaxed, I think that will serve you better as we travel.<</if>>” He nods. “Yes...that sounds like a fine compromise. I will try, I promise.” “Thank you.” You manage to give him a small grin, and much to your surprise, Oswin’s own lips twitch into what could pass for smirk. He takes a deep breath. “I am sorry.” “Huh?” “To answer your question, the path is this way because this road wasn’t made for commerce. It is more or less a glorified shortcut to Codrin made by locals. The land becomes rocky and with how thick the trees are, the roots prevent the road from being very accommodating.” “Oh...thanks for answering.” “Now, save the rest of your questions until camp. I-” Oswin suddenly stops and scans the path behind you. “Oswin?” He holds his hand up without so much as a glance back to you as he peers through the surrounding trees. His eyes are wide and his brow is furrowed as he focuses. You briefly consider if he’s putting on a show to prove his point from earlier, but the way his face twists makes your gut sink. You look around but see nothing and hear nothing. Hearing nothing in a forest is very suspicious. After a few moments, Oswin relaxes, and you notice birdsong return as if the forest is alive once more. Your guide ushers you forward, keeping your mounts as close as possible. [[You stay silent and vigilant until you make camp.]]

True to his word, Oswin has a nice long conversation with you when you break for camp. You both agree to check in during camp each night, but talk minimally when on the road. As you rest and eat from your rations, Oswin gives you the opportunity to ask any questions that may be on your mind. You ponder for a moment as to what you’re curious about and what you feel you should know more about going forward. [[“Why do we need to be so careful as we travel?”|3.6a]] [[“Should we keep watch in shifts at night?”|3.6b]] [[“What should I expect the closer we get to the shrine?”|3.6c]] [[“What is Codrin like? Have you been there before?”|3.6d]]

<<set $Oflirt +=3>> "You thought me ill?" you posit. "I could never get sick of looking at you though." Oswin’s expression goes completely flat. You grin. He grimaces. The angrier he looks the more your smile grows. To anyone else his face might be intimidating. Oswin finally sighs and looks away from you, but you note the tips of ears have a tinge more color. There’s still a chill in the air these days, but you’re not quite sure if that would cause him to flush. He finally turns back to you. “I suppose if you can crack horrible jokes, you must be okay. <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>I am a bit shocked to hear such a thing from you, but I suppose being a child of Kip Northbreaker will do that even despite your papa’s influence.<<else>>Typical. Your da is having a terrible influence over your character; perhaps you should spend more time with Dov.<</if>>" You shrug. “I don’t know, I think you enjoy me the way I am. You’re certainly stuck with me for a while – may as well try.” “Perhaps on our trip, we’ll find hope for you… Anyway, what I was trying to suggest when you were staring into the void, was having a talk when we camp. I realize...I’m not the best traveling partner, and I am sure you have questions or worries.” A smile finds it’s way to your lips. “I’d like that. <<if $Ostat is 'friend'>>We were friends once, you know. It will be nice to connect again, even just a little.<<elseif $Ostat is 'crush'>>I would really like for us to connect, so that would be wonderful.<<elseif $Ostat is 'distant'>>That’s not a bad idea.<<elseif $Ostat is 'neutral'>>It can’t hurt, if nothing else.<</if>>” “It won’t be long now. I-” Oswin suddenly stops and scans the path behind you. “Oswin?” He holds his hand up without so much as a glance back to you as he peers through the surrounding trees. His eyes are wide and his brow is furrowed as he focuses. You briefly consider if he’s putting on a show to prove his point from earlier, but the way his face twists makes your gut sink. You look around but see nothing and hear nothing. Hearing nothing in a forest is very suspicious. After a few moments, Oswin relaxes, and you notice birdsong return as if the forest is alive once more. Your guide ushers you forward, keeping your mounts as close as possible. [[You stay silent and vigilant until you make camp.]]

<<set $Oflirt +=3>> The sudden realization that you were just staring so deeply at your childhood friend strikes you like lightning. And, you were caught in the act. Deep embarrassment radiates from your face and you feel the sensation of the blood coloring your cheeks, neck, and ears spreads fast. You are mortified and Oswin is staring back at you with only concern for your well-being with no idea that you were ogling him. “$mc, please, are you really well?” Oswin says removing his right glove before he reaches out to you, gently placing the back of his hand to your forehead. His proximity is doing you no favors. “You feel warm,” he says. “You should rest. We’ll stop.” “No!...Uh, no; I’m fine. I promise, I’m just…. My mind is elsewhere today.” You gingerly move his hand from your face. “Still, if you are getting a fever-” “I don’t think I am; I am just feeling a bit hot. I’d feel a chill if a fever was setting in.” Oswin nods. “Okay, but if it continues, we’ll have to rest. I’ll not take chances with your health.” “I appreciate that.” “I realized...perhaps I was also lost in thought since we started the journey. I wanted to ask if you’d like to have a chat when we camp tonight. If you have questions, I’d like you to feel free to ask. <<if $ReservedOutgoing > 49>>You’re usually more meek in nature, and I haven’t really given you the opportunity to feel comfortable. Of course if you prefer to not speak, I’ll accept that, but I owe it to you to be approachable.<<else>>I know you usually prefer to socialize, and I haven’t been accommodating for that. If you would like, I am willing to try for your sake.<</if>> A smile finds it’s way to your lips. “I’d like that. <<if $Ostat is 'friend'>>We were friends once, you know. It will be nice to connect again, even just a little.<<elseif $Ostat is 'crush'>>I would really like for us to connect, so that would be wonderful.<<elseif $Ostat is 'distant'>>That’s not a bad idea.<<elseif $Ostat is 'neutral'>>It can’t hurt, if nothing else.<</if>>” “It won’t be long now. I-” Oswin suddenly stops and scans the path behind you. “Oswin?” He holds his hand up without so much as a glance back to you as he peers through the surrounding trees. His eyes are wide and his brow is furrowed as he focuses. You briefly consider if he’s putting on a show to prove his point from earlier, but the way his face twists makes your gut sink. You look around but see nothing and hear nothing. Hearing nothing in a forest is very suspicious. After a few moments, Oswin relaxes, and you notice birdsong return as if the forest is alive once more. Your guide ushers you forward, keeping your mounts as close as possible. [[You stay silent and vigilant until you make camp.]]

“I assure you, I am fine. How many more days do you think it will take to get to the shrine?” You think it’s best to simply distract Oswin. You try to keep composure and a nonchalant expression. Oswin considers you with a curious look but seems to shake out of out. “We’re making excellent time, the weather has been agreeable, and you’re also adapting well all things considered. At this rate, Codrin would be about ten days out, but the shrine is at the base of the mountain range and closer to this path than the city. I would guess eight days.” “You’ve traveled to Codrin before?” He nods. “I...I can tell you about it. If you like.” “Really?” “Understand, that we should try to stay focused when we travel, but…” Oswin trails off, his eyes searching yours for a moment. “Yes?” “I realized...perhaps I have been lost in thought since we started the journey. I wanted to ask if you’d like to have a chat when we camp tonight. If you have questions, I’d like you to feel free to ask. I’d like to tell you about Codrin too. <<if $ReservedOutgoing > 49>>You’re usually more quiet in nature, and I haven’t really given you the opportunity to feel comfortable. Of course if you prefer to not speak, I’ll accept that, but I owe it to you to be approachable.<<else>>I know you usually prefer to socialize, and I haven’t been accommodating for that. If you would like, I am willing to try for your sake.<</if>> A smile finds it’s way to your lips. “I’d like that. <<if $Ostat is 'friend'>>We were friends once, you know. It will be nice to connect again, even just a little.<<elseif $Ostat is 'crush'>>I would really like for us to connect, so that would be wonderful.<<elseif $Ostat is 'distant'>>That’s not a bad idea.<<elseif $Ostat is 'neutral'>>It can’t hurt, if nothing else.<</if>>” “It won’t be long now. I-” Oswin suddenly stops and scans the path behind you. “Oswin?” He holds his hand up without so much as a glance back to you as he peers through the surrounding trees. His eyes are wide and his brow is furrowed as he focuses. You briefly consider if he’s putting on a show to prove his point from earlier, but the way his face twists makes your gut sink. You look around but see nothing and hear nothing. Hearing nothing in a forest is very suspicious. After a few moments, Oswin relaxes, and you notice birdsong return as if the forest is alive once more. Your guide ushers you forward, keeping your mounts as close as possible. [[You stay silent and vigilant until you make camp.]]

You cast a warm smile at him. “Actually, I was just considering how well you’ve grown since we were kids. I never would have guess that you’d end up so handsome.” Oswin’s expression goes completely flat for a moment. His lips part is silent shock, and then his eyes begin to dart around as if he’s not sure where to look. Blood rushes to his face, making his cheeks and neck noticeably red. You grin. He grimaces and then begins to flounder to respond. After several sputters and false starts, he find his voice. “Are you taking this trip seriously at all? Why would you occupy your thoughts with such things?” “It was just a thought that occurred to me,” you say, as you think that he doesn’t need to know that the thought lasted several minutes. “It’s been so quiet that it’s been easy for my mind to wander. He straightens up, looking a bit more cross than before. “I suppose if you can spout such nonsense, you must be okay. <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>Though...I thank you for the...for the compliment. It’s not something I’ve taken into consideration before, but such kindness seems to flow easily from you.<<else>>I should thank you though...for the...for the compliment. I know you wouldn’t say such things just to pander to me.<</if>>” “You’re welcome.” “Anyway, what I have been thinking on is…. I realize, I’m not the best traveling partner, and I am sure you have questions or worries. Perhaps we should try to talk when we camp at night.” A smile finds it’s way to your lips. “I’d like that. <<if $Ostat is 'friend'>>We were friends once, you know. It will be nice to connect again, even just a little.<<elseif $Ostat is 'crush'>>I would really like for us to connect, so that would be wonderful.<<elseif $Ostat is 'distant'>>That’s not a bad idea.<<elseif $Ostat is 'neutral'>>It can’t hurt, if nothing else.<</if>>” “It won’t be long now. I-” Oswin suddenly stops and scans the path behind you. “Oswin?” He holds his hand up without so much as a glance back to you as he peers through the surrounding trees. His eyes are wide and his brow is furrowed as he focuses. You briefly consider if he’s putting on a show to prove his point from earlier, but the way his face twists makes your gut sink. You look around but see nothing and hear nothing. Hearing nothing in a forest is very suspicious. After a few moments, Oswin relaxes, and you notice birdsong return as if the forest is alive once more. Your guide ushers you forward, keeping your mounts as close as possible. [[You stay silent and vigilant until you make camp.]]

As you relax, you finally notice how hard your heart has been pounding. It’s almost painful in your chest, but you continue to breathe and settle with Oswin’s kind gemstone eyes watching over you. After a few moments, you’re able to smile at him just a little bit. Quietly, you manage to speak. “Thank you, Oswin.” “Think nothing of it.” You consider him for a moment. “I can’t do that. It’s the second time you’ve pulled me from...well, myself.” “If you need it, I will again,” he says. You exchange smiles and he gently helps you to your feet. <<if $mount is 'chessy'>>$mountname turns to nuzzle you as you find your footing, before she attempts to mouth you in one of her trademark kisses.<<elseif $mount is 'eb'>>As you stand, $mountname flicks his tail and swats you before he turns to face you, nudging your shoulder with his nose.<<elseif $mount is 'bay'>>$mountname turns so he can press his entire head into your chest, pressing lightly as he makes little grunts.<<elseif $mount is 'mule'>>$mountname brays, kicking her head up and down as she stamps her back hooves. When you pat her shoulder, she turns her nose to gently kiss against your face.<</if>> Oswin smiles as he watches the exchange. “Perhaps you should find employ with the Stonebrooks once we return home? I’m impressed with how quickly you’ve bonded with $mountname.” “Perhaps I should.” You chuckle. <<if $interest is 'choppin'>>You’re unsure how to incorporate horse mastery with lumber working other than using them to haul.<<elseif $interest is 'woodin'>>You’re unsure how to incorporate horse mastery with carpentry, but maybe there’s a way.<<elseif $interest is 'swordin'>>You’re unsure how to incorporate horse mastery with swordsmanship, other than learning to fight from the saddle, but maybe there’s other ways.<<elseif $interest is 'archin'>>You’re unsure how to incorporate horse mastery with archery, other than shooting from the saddle, but maybe there’s other ways.<<elseif $interest is 'healin'>>You’re unsure how to incorporate horse mastery with medicine, but maybe there’s a way. Animals need physicians as well after all.<<elseif $interest is 'tradin'>>Your skills in commerce could actually lend itself to horse mastery, perhaps it’s an idea to follow.<<elseif $interest is 'cookin'>>You’d rather not think of how to combine your skills in cooking with horses. Unless you’re traveling for a catering job, your equine friends will stay out of your business.<</if>> “Anyway...$mc, I think…. I have been thinking that I’ve been much too cold to you since we headed out. I think it’s clear that my being that way is making this trip harder on you than it should be. I’d like to sit and have a conversation when we camp, at least. I think we should still be cautious on the road, but please, if you need help – if you’re scared especially – please tell me. //Please//.” Oswin looks at you as if he were a kicked puppy. “I will...and, I’d like that. If we could talk, just a bit. <<if $Ostat is 'friend'>>We were friends once, you know. It will be nice to connect again, even just a little.<<elseif $Ostat is 'crush'>>I would really like for us to connect, so that would be wonderful.<<elseif $Ostat is 'distant'>>That’s not a bad idea at the very least.<<elseif $Ostat is 'neutral'>>It can’t hurt, if nothing else.<</if>>” “It won’t be long now. I-” Oswin suddenly stops and scans the path behind you. “Oswin?” He holds his hand up without so much as a glance back to you as he peers through the surrounding trees. His eyes are wide and his brow is furrowed as he focuses. You briefly consider if he’s putting on a show to prove his point from earlier, but the way his face twists makes your gut sink. You look around but see nothing and hear nothing. Hearing nothing in a forest is very suspicious. After a few moments, Oswin relaxes, and you notice birdsong return as if the forest is alive once more. Your guide ushers you forward, keeping your mounts as close as possible. [[You stay silent and vigilant until you make camp.]]

As you relax, you finally notice how hard your heart has been pounding. It’s almost painful in your chest, but you continue to breathe and settle with Oswin’s kind gemstone eyes watching over you. After a few moments, you’re able to smile at him just a little bit. Quietly, you manage to speak. “Thank you, Oswin.” “Think nothing of it.” You consider him for a moment. “I can’t do that. It’s the second time you’ve pulled me from...well, myself.” “If you need it, I will again,” he says. You exchange smiles and he gently helps you to your feet. <<if $mount is 'chessy'>>$mountname turns to nuzzle you as you find your footing, before she attempts to mouth you in one of her trademark kisses.<<elseif $mount is 'eb'>>As you stand, $mountname flicks his tail and swats you before he turns to face you, nudging your shoulder with his nose.<<elseif $mount is 'bay'>>$mountname turns so he can press his entire head into your chest, pressing lightly as he makes little grunts.<<elseif $mount is 'mule'>>$mountname brays, kicking her head up and down as she stamps her back hooves. When you pat her shoulder, she turns her nose to gently kiss against your face.<</if>> Oswin smiles as he watches the exchange. “Perhaps you should find employ with the Stonebrooks once we return home? I’m impressed with how quickly you’ve bonded with $mountname.” “Perhaps I should.” You chuckle. <<if $interest is 'choppin'>>You’re unsure how to incorporate horse mastery with lumber working other than using them to haul.<<elseif $interest is 'woodin'>>You’re unsure how to incorporate horse mastery with carpentry, but maybe there’s a way.<<elseif $interest is 'swordin'>>You’re unsure how to incorporate horse mastery with swordsmanship, other than learning to fight from the saddle, but maybe there’s other ways.<<elseif $interest is 'archin'>>You’re unsure how to incorporate horse mastery with archery, other than shooting from the saddle, but maybe there’s other ways.<<elseif $interest is 'healin'>>You’re unsure how to incorporate horse mastery with medicine, but maybe there’s a way. Animals need physicians as well after all.<<elseif $interest is 'tradin'>>Your skills in commerce could actually lend itself to horse mastery, perhaps it’s an idea to follow.<<elseif $interest is 'cookin'>>You’d rather not think of how to combine your skills in cooking with horses. Unless you’re traveling for a catering job, your equine friends will stay out of your business.<</if>> “Anyway...$mc, I think…. I have been thinking that I’ve been much to cold to you since we headed out. I think it’s clear that my being that way is making this trip harder on you than it should be. I’d like to sit and have a conversation when we camp, at least. I think we should still be cautious on the road, but please, if you need help – if you’re scared especially – please tell me. //Please//.” Oswin looks at you as if he were a kicked puppy. “I will...and, I’d like that. If we could talk, just a bit. <<if $Ostat is 'friend'>>We were friends once, you know. It will be nice to connect again, even just a little.<<elseif $Ostat is 'crush'>>I would really like for us to connect, so that would be wonderful.<<elseif $Ostat is 'distant'>>That’s not a bad idea at the very least.<<elseif $Ostat is 'neutral'>>It can’t hurt, if nothing else.<</if>>” “It won’t be long now. I-” Oswin suddenly stops and scans the path behind you. “Oswin?” He holds his hand up without so much as a glance back to you as he peers through the surrounding trees. His eyes are wide and his brow is furrowed as he focuses. You briefly consider if he’s putting on a show to prove his point from earlier, but the way his face twists makes your gut sink. You look around but see nothing and hear nothing. Hearing nothing in a forest is very suspicious. After a few moments, Oswin relaxes, and you notice birdsong return as if the forest is alive once more. Your guide ushers you forward, keeping your mounts as close as possible. [[You stay silent and vigilant until you make camp.]]

“I apologize...I shouldn’t have let that get the better of me. I should have been more aware; that was so stu-.” “Stop that,” Oswin says firmly, but without harshness. “But-” He shakes his head. “There is nothing to be sorry for. You’re having a difficult time. That’s okay. It’s normal.” “Can I at least thank you?” Oswin’s eyes shift away a moment but he nods at you. “Give yourself some time to relax, $mc, that’s how you can thank me if you insist on doing so.” As you decompress, you finally notice how hard your heart has been pounding. It’s almost painful in your chest, but you continue to breathe and settle with Oswin’s kind gemstone eyes watching over you. After a few moments, you’re able to smile at him just a little bit. Quietly, you manage to speak. “Thank you, Oswin.” “Think nothing of it.” You consider him for a moment. “I can’t do that. It’s the second time you’ve pulled me from...well, myself.” “If you need it, I will again,” he says. You exchange smiles and he gently helps you to your feet. <<if $mount is 'chessy'>>$mountname turns to nuzzle you as you find your footing, before she attempts to mouth you in one of her trademark kisses.<<elseif $mount is 'eb'>>As you stand, $mountname flicks his tail and swats you before he turns to face you, nudging your shoulder with his nose.<<elseif $mount is 'bay'>>$mountname turns so he can press his entire head into your chest, pressing lightly as he makes little grunts.<<elseif $mount is 'mule'>>$mountname brays, kicking her head up and down as she stamps her back hooves. When you pat her shoulder, she turns her nose to gently kiss against your face.<</if>> Oswin smiles as he watches the exchange. “Perhaps you should find employ with the Stonebrooks once we return home? I’m impressed with how quickly you’ve bonded with $mountname.” “Perhaps I should.” You chuckle. <<if $interest is 'choppin'>>You’re unsure how to incorporate horse mastery with lumber working other than using them to haul.<<elseif $interest is 'woodin'>>You’re unsure how to incorporate horse mastery with carpentry, but maybe there’s a way.<<elseif $interest is 'swordin'>>You’re unsure how to incorporate horse mastery with swordsmanship, other than learning to fight from the saddle, but maybe there’s other ways.<<elseif $interest is 'archin'>>You’re unsure how to incorporate horse mastery with archery, other than shooting from the saddle, but maybe there’s other ways.<<elseif $interest is 'healin'>>You’re unsure how to incorporate horse mastery with medicine, but maybe there’s a way. Animals need physicians as well after all.<<elseif $interest is 'tradin'>>Your skills in commerce could actually lend itself to horse mastery, perhaps it’s an idea to follow.<<elseif $interest is 'cookin'>>You’d rather not think of how to combine your skills in cooking with horses. Unless you’re traveling for a catering job, your equine friends will stay out of your business.<</if>> “Anyway...$mc, I think…. I have been thinking that I’ve been much to cold to you since we headed out. I think it’s clear that my being that way is making this trip harder on you than it should be. I’d like to sit and have a conversation when we camp, at least. I think we should still be cautious on the road, but please, if you need help – if you’re scared especially – please tell me. //Please//.” Oswin looks at you as if he were a kicked puppy. “I will...and, I’d like that. If we could talk, just a bit. <<if $Ostat is 'friend'>>We were friends once, you know. It will be nice to connect again, even just a little.<<elseif $Ostat is 'crush'>>I would really like for us to connect, so that would be wonderful.<<elseif $Ostat is 'distant'>>That’s not a bad idea at the very least.<<elseif $Ostat is 'neutral'>>It can’t hurt, if nothing else.<</if>>” “It won’t be long now. I-” Oswin suddenly stops and scans the path behind you. “Oswin?” He holds his hand up without so much as a glance back to you as he peers through the surrounding trees. His eyes are wide and his brow is furrowed as he focuses. You briefly consider if he’s putting on a show to prove his point from earlier, but the way his face twists makes your gut sink. You look around but see nothing and hear nothing. Hearing nothing in a forest is very suspicious. After a few moments, Oswin relaxes, and you notice birdsong return as if the forest is alive once more. Your guide ushers you forward, keeping your mounts as close as possible. [[You stay silent and vigilant until you make camp.]]

“<<if $ReservedOutgoing > 49>>You know, they say to watch out for the quiet ones...you just never know the lengths we’ll go for some attention as long as it doesn’t require actually asking for it.<<else>>I know I’m not one to shy away, but this was obnoxious even for me. Perhaps Da was right, I may have a knack for theater.<</if>>” Oswin pats your shoulder. “It’s okay. You don’t have to try to laugh it away here with me. How you’ve been feeling is normal; I’m not going to judge you for it or hold it against you.” You manage a small smirk. “Yes, but you’ll hold me against you?” Oswin scoffs and tries to look miffed, but he’s clearly fighting a little grin from showing. “I cannot take you anywhere…” You laugh. “No, you can’t, I keep breaking down.” He slaps a hand to his face and drags it down with a defeated groan. “Can I at least thank you?” Oswin snaps his attention back to you, but his eyes shift away a moment before he nods. “Give yourself some time to relax, $mc, that’s how you can thank me if you insist on doing so. Stop with the jokes, and just take in the calm.” As you decompress, you finally notice how hard your heart has been pounding. It’s almost painful in your chest, but you continue to breathe and settle with Oswin’s kind gemstone eyes watching over you. After a few moments, you’re able to smile at him just a little bit. Quietly, you manage to speak. “Thank you, Oswin.” “Think nothing of it.” You consider him for a moment. “I can’t do that. It’s the second time you’ve pulled me from...well, myself.” “If you need it, I will again,” he says. You exchange smiles and he gently helps you to your feet. <<if $mount is 'chessy'>>$mountname turns to nuzzle you as you find your footing, before she attempts to mouth you in one of her trademark kisses.<<elseif $mount is 'eb'>>As you stand, $mountname flicks his tail and swats you before he turns to face you, nudging your shoulder with his nose.<<elseif $mount is 'bay'>>$mountname turns so he can press his entire head into your chest, pressing lightly as he makes little grunts.<<elseif $mount is 'mule'>>$mountname brays, kicking her head up and down as she stamps her back hooves. When you pat her shoulder, she turns her nose to gently kiss against your face.<</if>> Oswin smiles as he watches the exchange. “Perhaps you should find employ with the Stonebrooks once we return home? I’m impressed with how quickly you’ve bonded with $mountname.” “Perhaps I should.” You chuckle. <<if $interest is 'choppin'>>You’re unsure how to incorporate horse mastery with lumber working other than using them to haul.<<elseif $interest is 'woodin'>>You’re unsure how to incorporate horse mastery with carpentry, but maybe there’s a way.<<elseif $interest is 'swordin'>>You’re unsure how to incorporate horse mastery with swordsmanship, other than learning to fight from the saddle, but maybe there’s other ways.<<elseif $interest is 'archin'>>You’re unsure how to incorporate horse mastery with archery, other than shooting from the saddle, but maybe there’s other ways.<<elseif $interest is 'healin'>>You’re unsure how to incorporate horse mastery with medicine, but maybe there’s a way. Animals need physicians as well after all.<<elseif $interest is 'tradin'>>Your skills in commerce could actually lend itself to horse mastery, perhaps it’s an idea to follow.<<elseif $interest is 'cookin'>>You’d rather not think of how to combine your skills in cooking with horses. Unless you’re traveling for a catering job, your equine friends will stay out of your business.<</if>> “Anyway...$mc, I think…. I have been thinking that I’ve been much to cold to you since we headed out. I think it’s clear that my being that way is making this trip harder on you than it should be. I’d like to sit and have a conversation when we camp, at least. I think we should still be cautious on the road, but please, if you need help – if you’re scared especially – please tell me. //Please//.” Oswin looks at you as if he were a kicked puppy. “I will...and, I’d like that. If we could talk, just a bit. <<if $Ostat is 'friend'>>We were friends once, you know. It will be nice to connect again, even just a little.<<elseif $Ostat is 'crush'>>I would really like for us to connect, so that would be wonderful.<<elseif $Ostat is 'distant'>>That’s not a bad idea at the very least.<<elseif $Ostat is 'neutral'>>It can’t hurt, if nothing else.<</if>>” “It won’t be long now. I-” Oswin suddenly stops and scans the path behind you. “Oswin?” He holds his hand up without so much as a glance back to you as he peers through the surrounding trees. His eyes are wide and his brow is furrowed as he focuses. You briefly consider if he’s putting on a show to prove his point from earlier, but the way his face twists makes your gut sink. You look around but see nothing and hear nothing. Hearing nothing in a forest is very suspicious. After a few moments, Oswin relaxes, and you notice birdsong return as if the forest is alive once more. Your guide ushers you forward, keeping your mounts as close as possible. [[You stay silent and vigilant until you make camp.]]

<<set $Oflirt +=3>> The closeness is doing wicked things to your heart. You pull him closer and tighter and he gladly gives into your touch, though as your face presses to the side of his throat you hear his breath hitch. He smells of home. The essence of smoke is caught in his hair, his skin has an earthy pine-like smell to it, and you briefly pick up the scent of his sword oil. Oswin is warmth and comfort, balm for the burn upon your soul. He will keep you steady. No words are needed, you simply hold each other for a long moment. As you relax, you finally notice how hard your heart has been pounding. It’s almost painful in your chest, but you continue to breathe and settle with Oswin’s strong and kind arms around you. After a few moments, you’re able to pull away and smile at him just a little bit. Quietly, you manage to speak. “Thank you, Oswin.” “Think nothing of it.” You consider him for a moment. “I can’t do that. It’s the second time you’ve pulled me from...well, myself.” “If you need it, I will again,” he says. You exchange smiles and he gently helps you to your feet. <<if $mount is 'chessy'>>$mountname turns to nuzzle you as you find your footing, before she attempts to mouth you in one of her trademark kisses.<<elseif $mount is 'eb'>>As you stand, $mountname flicks his tail and swats you before he turns to face you, nudging your shoulder with his nose.<<elseif $mount is 'bay'>>$mountname turns so he can press his entire head into your chest, pressing lightly as he makes little grunts.<<elseif $mount is 'mule'>>$mountname brays, kicking her head up and down as she stamps her back hooves. When you pat her shoulder, she turns her nose to gently kiss against your face.<</if>> Oswin smiles as he watches the exchange. “Perhaps you should find employ with the Stonebrooks once we return home? I’m impressed with how quickly you’ve bonded with $mountname.” “Perhaps I should.” You chuckle. <<if $interest is 'choppin'>>You’re unsure how to incorporate horse mastery with lumber working other than using them to haul.<<elseif $interest is 'woodin'>>You’re unsure how to incorporate horse mastery with carpentry, but maybe there’s a way.<<elseif $interest is 'swordin'>>You’re unsure how to incorporate horse mastery with swordsmanship, other than learning to fight from the saddle, but maybe there’s other ways.<<elseif $interest is 'archin'>>You’re unsure how to incorporate horse mastery with archery, other than shooting from the saddle, but maybe there’s other ways.<<elseif $interest is 'healin'>>You’re unsure how to incorporate horse mastery with medicine, but maybe there’s a way. Animals need physicians as well after all.<<elseif $interest is 'tradin'>>Your skills in commerce could actually lend itself to horse mastery, perhaps it’s an idea to follow.<<elseif $interest is 'cookin'>>You’d rather not think of how to combine your skills in cooking with horses. Unless you’re traveling for a catering job, your equine friends will stay out of your business.<</if>> “Anyway...$mc, I think…. I have been thinking that I’ve been much to cold to you since we headed out. I think it’s clear that my being that way is making this trip harder on you than it should be. I’d like to sit and have a conversation when we camp, at least. I think we should still be cautious on the road, but please, if you need help – if you’re scared especially – please tell me. //Please//.” Oswin looks at you as if he were a kicked puppy. “I will...and, I’d like that. If we could talk, just a bit. <<if $Ostat is 'friend'>>We were friends once, you know. It will be nice to connect again, even just a little.<<elseif $Ostat is 'crush'>>I would really like for us to connect, so that would be wonderful.<<elseif $Ostat is 'distant'>>That’s not a bad idea at the very least.<<elseif $Ostat is 'neutral'>>It can’t hurt, if nothing else.<</if>>” “It won’t be long now. I-” Oswin suddenly stops and scans the path behind you. “Oswin?” He holds his hand up without so much as a glance back to you as he peers through the surrounding trees. His eyes are wide and his brow is furrowed as he focuses. You briefly consider if he’s putting on a show to prove his point from earlier, but the way his face twists makes your gut sink. You look around but see nothing and hear nothing. Hearing nothing in a forest is very suspicious. After a few moments, Oswin relaxes, and you notice birdsong return as if the forest is alive once more. Your guide ushers you forward, keeping your mounts as close as possible. [[You stay silent and vigilant until you make camp.]]

<<set $Oflirt +=3>> The closeness is doing wicked things to your heart. You right yourself as Oswin reluctantly lets you go, but instead of fully pulling away, you cup his face in your hands. His eyes are wide open in shock and they dart away from your stare every which way, only briefly meeting your gaze here and there. When you do not falter, the green orbs finally rest on your $eyecolor ones. You’re so close to his face that you notice he has tiny spots of brown freckling each of his irises, but all the color is becoming obscured with the way his pupils expand the longer you gaze. Perhaps neither of you truly know what you’re looking at, but there is a strange feeling traveling through your stares. There’s a radiance there that you hadn’t felt before. As you finally relax, you finally notice how hard your heart has been pounding. It’s almost painful in your chest, but you continue to breathe and settle with Oswin’s comforting eyes on you. After a few moments, you’re able to pull away and smile at him just a little bit. Quietly, you manage to speak. “Thank you, Oswin.” “Think nothing of it.” You consider him for a moment. “I can’t do that. It’s the second time you’ve pulled me from...well, myself.” “If you need it, I will again,” he says. You exchange smiles and he gently helps you to your feet. <<if $mount is 'chessy'>>$mountname turns to nuzzle you as you find your footing, before she attempts to mouth you in one of her trademark kisses.<<elseif $mount is 'eb'>>As you stand, $mountname flicks his tail and swats you before he turns to face you, nudging your shoulder with his nose.<<elseif $mount is 'bay'>>$mountname turns so he can press his entire head into your chest, pressing lightly as he makes little grunts.<<elseif $mount is 'mule'>>$mountname brays, kicking her head up and down as she stamps her back hooves. When you pat her shoulder, she turns her nose to gently kiss against your face.<</if>> Oswin smiles as he watches the exchange. “Perhaps you should find employ with the Stonebrooks once we return home? I’m impressed with how quickly you’ve bonded with $mountname.” “Perhaps I should.” You chuckle. <<if $interest is 'choppin'>>You’re unsure how to incorporate horse mastery with lumber working other than using them to haul.<<elseif $interest is 'woodin'>>You’re unsure how to incorporate horse mastery with carpentry, but maybe there’s a way.<<elseif $interest is 'swordin'>>You’re unsure how to incorporate horse mastery with swordsmanship, other than learning to fight from the saddle, but maybe there’s other ways.<<elseif $interest is 'archin'>>You’re unsure how to incorporate horse mastery with archery, other than shooting from the saddle, but maybe there’s other ways.<<elseif $interest is 'healin'>>You’re unsure how to incorporate horse mastery with medicine, but maybe there’s a way. Animals need physicians as well after all.<<elseif $interest is 'tradin'>>Your skills in commerce could actually lend itself to horse mastery, perhaps it’s an idea to follow.<<elseif $interest is 'cookin'>>You’d rather not think of how to combine your skills in cooking with horses. Unless you’re traveling for a catering job, your equine friends will stay out of your business.<</if>> “Anyway...$mc, I think…. I have been thinking that I’ve been much to cold to you since we headed out. I think it’s clear that my being that way is making this trip harder on you than it should be. I’d like to sit and have a conversation when we camp, at least. I think we should still be cautious on the road, but please, if you need help – if you’re scared especially – please tell me. //Please//.” Oswin looks at you as if he were a kicked puppy. “I will...and, I’d like that. If we could talk, just a bit. <<if $Ostat is 'friend'>>We were friends once, you know. It will be nice to connect again, even just a little.<<elseif $Ostat is 'crush'>>I would really like for us to connect, so that would be wonderful.<<elseif $Ostat is 'distant'>>That’s not a bad idea at the very least.<<elseif $Ostat is 'neutral'>>It can’t hurt, if nothing else.<</if>>” “It won’t be long now. I-” Oswin suddenly stops and scans the path behind you. “Oswin?” He holds his hand up without so much as a glance back to you as he peers through the surrounding trees. His eyes are wide and his brow is furrowed as he focuses. You briefly consider if he’s putting on a show to prove his point from earlier, but the way his face twists makes your gut sink. You look around but see nothing and hear nothing. Hearing nothing in a forest is very suspicious. After a few moments, Oswin relaxes, and you notice birdsong return as if the forest is alive once more. Your guide ushers you forward, keeping your mounts as close as possible. [[You stay silent and vigilant until you make camp.]]

You have no complaints right now. You may as well enjoy the road ahead. A faithful guide is keeping you safe, a sturdy mount who’s already grown quite attached to you is dutifully carrying you, there’s a crisp coolness to the air, and the smell of trees all around you. There are many things around that are a boon to your contentment. You suddenly realize that Oswin has slowed Flit to a stop and $mountname has followed suit. “Are you doing okay?” Oswin asks. “Oh yes, I’m fine.” “You’ve had a thoughtful look on your face for a while, I was worried if you were having a hard time coping.” “For now, I am doing well, I assure you.” Oswin grants you a tiny smile. “I am glad to hear it. You’ve done well so far, but if you are ever unsure, please let me know. We have a ways to go yet and traveling like this can wear one very thin.” “Of course,” you say. “Speaking of, how many more days do you think it will take to get to the shrine?” Oswin thinks for a moment before answering. “We’re making excellent time, the weather has been agreeable, and you’re doing well. At this rate, Codrin would be about ten days out, but the shrine is at the base of the mountain range and closer to this path than the city. I would guess eight days, but I haven’t been there personally.” “You’ve traveled to Codrin before though?” He nods. “I...I can tell you about it. If you like.” “Really?” “Understand, that we should try to stay focused when we travel, but…” Oswin trails off, his eyes searching yours for a moment. “Yes?” “I realized...perhaps I have been lost in thought since we started the journey. I wanted to ask if you’d like to have a chat when we camp tonight. If you have questions, I’d like you to feel free to ask. I’d like to tell you about Codrin too. <<if $ReservedOutgoing > 49>>You’re usually more quiet in nature, and I haven’t really given you the opportunity to feel comfortable. Of course if you prefer to not speak, I’ll accept that, but I owe it to you to be approachable.<<else>>I know you usually prefer to socialize, and I haven’t been accommodating for that. If you would like, I am willing to try for your sake.<</if>> A smile finds it’s way to your lips. “I’d like that. <<if $Ostat is 'friend'>>We were friends once, you know. It will be nice to connect again, even just a little.<<elseif $Ostat is 'crush'>>I would really like for us to connect, so that would be wonderful.<<elseif $Ostat is 'distant'>>That’s not a bad idea.<<elseif $Ostat is 'neutral'>>It can’t hurt, if nothing else.<</if>>” “It won’t be long now. I-” Oswin suddenly stops and scans the path behind you. “Oswin?” He holds his hand up without so much as a glance back to you as he peers through the surrounding trees. His eyes are wide and his brow is furrowed as he focuses. You briefly consider if he’s putting on a show to prove his point from earlier, but the way his face twists makes your gut sink. You look around but see nothing and hear nothing. Hearing nothing in a forest is very suspicious. After a few moments, Oswin relaxes, and you notice birdsong return as if the forest is alive once more. Your guide ushers you forward, keeping your mounts as close as possible. [[You stay silent and vigilant until you make camp.]]

<<set $anx += 5>> You should have no complaints right now. You ought to enjoy the road ahead. A faithful guide is keeping you safe, a sturdy mount who’s already grown quite attached to you is dutifully carrying you, there’s a crisp coolness to the air, and the smell of trees all around you. There are many things around that should be a boon to your contentment. But still, you are shoving fear down with these things, keeping it bottled tightly lest it get loose and hurt you. How long can you continue this? How long can you hide it from yourself? You suddenly realize that Oswin has slowed Flit to a stop and $mountname has followed suit. “Are you doing okay?” Oswin asks. “Oh yes, I’m fine.” You //are// fine. You are. “You’ve had an odd look on your face for a while, I was worried if you were having a hard time coping.” “For now, I am doing well, I assure you.” You are fine. //You are fine//. Oswin grants you a tiny smile. “I am glad to hear it. You’ve done well so far, but if you are ever unsure, please let me know. We have a ways to go yet and traveling like this can wear one very thin.” “Of course,” you say, though you are fine. “Speaking of, how many more days do you think it will take to get to the shrine?” Oswin thinks for a moment before answering. “We’re making excellent time, the weather has been agreeable, and you’re doing well. At this rate, Codrin would be about ten days out, but the shrine is at the base of the mountain range and closer to this path than the city. I would guess eight days, but I haven’t been there personally.” “You’ve traveled to Codrin before though?” He nods. “I...I can tell you about it. If you like.” “Really?” “Understand, that we should try to stay focused when we travel, but…” Oswin trails off, his eyes searching yours for a moment. “Yes?” “I realized...perhaps I have been lost in thought since we started the journey. I wanted to ask if you’d like to have a chat when we camp tonight. If you have questions, I’d like you to feel free to ask. I’d like to tell you about Codrin too. <<if $ReservedOutgoing > 49>>You’re usually more quiet in nature, and I haven’t really given you the opportunity to feel comfortable. Of course if you prefer to not speak, I’ll accept that, but I owe it to you to be approachable.<<else>>I know you usually prefer to socialize, and I haven’t been accommodating for that. If you would like, I am willing to try for your sake.<</if>> A smile finds it’s way to your lips. “I’d like that. <<if $Ostat is 'friend'>>We were friends once, you know. It will be nice to connect again, even just a little.<<elseif $Ostat is 'crush'>>I would really like for us to connect, so that would be wonderful.<<elseif $Ostat is 'distant'>>That’s not a bad idea.<<elseif $Ostat is 'neutral'>>It can’t hurt, if nothing else.<</if>>” “It won’t be long now. I-” Oswin suddenly stops and scans the path behind you. “Oswin?” He holds his hand up without so much as a glance back to you as he peers through the surrounding trees. His eyes are wide and his brow is furrowed as he focuses. You briefly consider if he’s putting on a show to prove his point from earlier, but the way his face twists makes your gut sink. You look around but see nothing and hear nothing. Hearing nothing in a forest is very suspicious. After a few moments, Oswin relaxes, and you notice birdsong return as if the forest is alive once more. Your guide ushers you forward, keeping your mounts as close as possible. At least you’re doing fine. [[You stay silent and vigilant until you make camp.]]

The whole world has really opened up to you. You spent the first 24 years of your life in the same small area, and now you can finally stretch your legs and see more of the world. Despite the looming threat to your life, this still feels like an adventure. You are going to enjoy the road ahead. A faithful guide is keeping you safe, a sturdy mount who’s already grown quite attached to you is dutifully carrying you, there’s a crisp coolness to the air, and the smell of trees all around you. There are many things around that are soothing and wondrous, and all of them are leading you to new experiences. You suddenly realize that Oswin has slowed Flit to a stop and $mountname has followed suit. “Are you doing okay?” Oswin asks. “Oh yes, I’m fine.” You smile. “You’ve had a strange grin on your face for a while, I wasn’t sure if I should be worried about that or not...sometimes travel can do odd things to the mind.” “I assure you, I’m doing well. I’m actually a bit excited to be out of Stonebrook.” Oswin grants you a tiny smile. “I am glad to hear it. You’ve done well so far, but if you are ever unsure, please let me know. We have a ways to go yet and traveling like this can wear one very thin even if you enjoy it.” “Of course,” you say. “Speaking of, how many more days do you think it will take to get to the shrine?” Oswin thinks for a moment before answering. “We’re making excellent time, the weather has been agreeable, and you’re doing well. At this rate, Codrin would be about ten days out, but the shrine is at the base of the mountain range and closer to this path than the city. I would guess eight days, but I haven’t been there personally.” “You’ve traveled to Codrin before though?” He nods. “I...I can tell you about it. If you like.” “Really?” “Understand, that we should try to stay focused when we travel, but…” Oswin trails off, his eyes searching yours for a moment. “Yes?” “I realized...perhaps I have been lost in thought since we started the journey. I wanted to ask if you’d like to have a chat when we camp tonight. If you have questions, I’d like you to feel free to ask. I’d like to tell you about Codrin too. <<if $ReservedOutgoing > 49>>You’re usually more quiet in nature, and I haven’t really given you the opportunity to feel comfortable. Of course if you prefer to not speak, I’ll accept that, but I owe it to you to be approachable.<<else>>I know you usually prefer to socialize, and I haven’t been accommodating for that. If you would like, I am willing to try for your sake.<</if>> A smile finds it’s way to your lips. “I’d like that. <<if $Ostat is 'friend'>>We were friends once, you know. It will be nice to connect again, even just a little.<<elseif $Ostat is 'crush'>>I would really like for us to connect, so that would be wonderful.<<elseif $Ostat is 'distant'>>That’s not a bad idea.<<elseif $Ostat is 'neutral'>>It can’t hurt, if nothing else.<</if>>” “It won’t be long now. I-” Oswin suddenly stops and scans the path behind you. “Oswin?” He holds his hand up without so much as a glance back to you as he peers through the surrounding trees. His eyes are wide and his brow is furrowed as he focuses. You briefly consider if he’s putting on a show to prove his point from earlier, but the way his face twists makes your gut sink. You look around but see nothing and hear nothing. Hearing nothing in a forest is very suspicious. After a few moments, Oswin relaxes, and you notice birdsong return as if the forest is alive once more. Your guide ushers you forward, keeping your mounts as close as possible. [[You stay silent and vigilant until you make camp.]]

You have no complaints right now. But maybe you do. Though, you’re perhaps a bit excited too. And scared. You’re not sure. It’s all a lot at once. So much of your life changed in just one day and more seems to be changing and new to you with each sunrise. It will take some time for you to sort out how it all impacts you. In the meantime, you decide to try and enjoy the road ahead. A faithful guide is keeping you safe, a sturdy mount who’s already grown quite attached to you is dutifully carrying you, there’s a crisp coolness to the air, and the smell of trees all around you. There are many things around that are a boon, and at the very least feel more tangible to you right now. You suddenly realize that Oswin has slowed Flit to a stop and $mountname has followed suit. “Are you doing okay?” Oswin asks. “Oh yes, I’m fine. I think...” “You think? You’ve had a strange look on your face for a while, I was worried if you were having a hard time coping.” “I’m not totally sure how I feel, really, but I think I’m okay.” Oswin grants you a tiny smile. “I am glad to hear it. You’ve done well so far, but if you are ever unsure, please let me know. We have a ways to go yet and traveling like this can wear one very thin.” “Of course,” you say. “Speaking of, how many more days do you think it will take to get to the shrine?” Oswin thinks for a moment before answering. “We’re making excellent time, the weather has been agreeable, and you’re doing well. At this rate, Codrin would be about ten days out, but the shrine is at the base of the mountain range and closer to this path than the city. I would guess eight days, but I haven’t been there personally.” “You’ve traveled to Codrin before though?” He nods. “I...I can tell you about it. If you like.” “Really?” “Understand, that we should try to stay focused when we travel, but…” Oswin trails off, his eyes searching yours for a moment. “Yes?” “I realized...perhaps I have been lost in thought since we started the journey. I wanted to ask if you’d like to have a chat when we camp tonight. If you have questions, I’d like you to feel free to ask. I’d like to tell you about Codrin too. <<if $ReservedOutgoing > 49>>You’re usually more quiet in nature, and I haven’t really given you the opportunity to feel comfortable. Of course if you prefer to not speak, I’ll accept that, but I owe it to you to be approachable.<<else>>I know you usually prefer to socialize, and I haven’t been accommodating for that. If you would like, I am willing to try for your sake.<</if>> A smile finds it’s way to your lips. “I’d like that. <<if $Ostat is 'friend'>>We were friends once, you know. It will be nice to connect again, even just a little.<<elseif $Ostat is 'crush'>>I would really like for us to connect, so that would be wonderful.<<elseif $Ostat is 'distant'>>That’s not a bad idea.<<elseif $Ostat is 'neutral'>>It can’t hurt, if nothing else.<</if>>” “It won’t be long now. I-” Oswin suddenly stops and scans the path behind you. “Oswin?” He holds his hand up without so much as a glance back to you as he peers through the surrounding trees. His eyes are wide and his brow is furrowed as he focuses. You briefly consider if he’s putting on a show to prove his point from earlier, but the way his face twists makes your gut sink. You look around but see nothing and hear nothing. Hearing nothing in a forest is very suspicious. After a few moments, Oswin relaxes, and you notice birdsong return as if the forest is alive once more. Your guide ushers you forward, keeping your mounts as close as possible. [[You stay silent and vigilant until you make camp.]]

<<set $campcareful to true>> Oswin thinks for a moment before nodding his head, almost seeming to agree with his own thoughts on something. “My main concern is bandits.” “Would they really be that much of a problem on a road like this?” You gesture to the surrounding wilderness. It is hard to believe there is even a road from where you have camped, a short trek away. “I know it may look unlikely, but since this road is less traveled, it is also un-patrolled by any guard. Desperate bandits may see an opportunity in snagging someone on a path like this.” You pat your clothes and nearby saddle bags. “What would they stand to gain from //us//?” He smirks, but not with mirth. “You do not want to know the things desperate and evil people will seek to steal from you, $mc. I’ve met some that would want nothing monetary, they’d seek to hurt you for the fun of it. Most are not like that, but it is better to not take a chance on anyone. Even if we only lost our mounts, we could find ourselves in danger. I thought I might spare you some of the details when we headed out, I don’t wish to instill only fear, but I realize now I shouldn’t hide these things from you.” “You’ve actually met people like that? Evil people?” He nods and his eyes turn to the fire in front of you. “I’ve seen the devastation they can leave. I...crossed swords with a particularly vile person a few years ago.” You go silent as you absorb what Oswin has said. “Now, anything else you wish to ask before we bed down?” <<if not hasVisited("3.6b")>>[[“Should we keep watch in shifts at night?”|3.6b]]<<else>>You asked about night watches.<</if>> <<if not hasVisited("3.6c")>>[[“What should I expect the closer we get to the shrine?”|3.6c]]<<else>>You asked about what to expect as you approach the shrine.<</if>> <<if not hasVisited("3.6d")>>[[“What is Codrin like? Have you been there before?”|3.6d]]<<else>>You asked about Codrin and if Oswin had been there before.<</if>> <<if $campcareful is true and $campwatch is true and $campshrine is true and $campcodrin is true>>[[“I have no more questions.”|3.6e]]<</if>>

<<set $campwatch to true>> Oswin shakes his head. “When we get closer to the region, perhaps. Right now, I feel confident in detecting anything approaching at night. Flit is also quite alert and knows to warn me of disruptions, and I sleep quite...lightly.” “Do you really?” He nods. “Acquired skill, I suppose you could say. I sleep deeper at home at least.” “When we were kids, you slept like the dead.” He scoffs. “I did no such thing. It was you and Emre that could sleep through everything and //I// could never sleep through your incessant snoring.” “I never snored!” He laughs, but quickly stifles the sound. “You did so. Do you remember the time I painted on both of your faces?” The memory pops into your mind. You and Emre had stained faces for days afterward. You cross your arms and give Oswin a stern look. He smirks as he stokes the fire. “I couldn’t sleep that night because both of you were snoring so damn loud. I had to do something to entertain myself.” “That was the week of a wedding too, our fathers made us hide in the back of the gathering. Da laughed at me for days!” <<if $mustache is true>>"I think I was right in assuming the mustache suited you, and it appears that you agree with me." Oswin gestures towards your face. You rolls your eyes.<<elseif $fullbeard is true>>"I think I was on to something giving you facial hair a bit early. Just look at you now." Oswin gestures to your face and you roll your eyes at him.<<else>>"I saw no harm in seeing what you might look like with facial hair. Most thought it was quite charming on you." Oswin smiles at you and you roll your eyes.<</if>> “Do you have more questions?” <<if not hasVisited("3.6a")>>[[“Why do we need to be so careful as we travel?”|3.6a]]<<else>>You asked why you needed to be so careful.<</if>> <<if not hasVisited("3.6c")>>[[“What should I expect the closer we get to the shrine?”|3.6c]]<<else>>You asked about what to expect as you approach the shrine.<</if>> <<if not hasVisited("3.6d")>>[[“What is Codrin like? Have you been there before?”|3.6d]]<<else>>You asked about Codrin and if Oswin had been there before.<</if>> <<if $campcareful is true and $campwatch is true and $campshrine is true and $campcodrin is true>>[[“I have no more questions.”|3.6e]]<</if>>

<<set $campshrine to true>> “It may be hard to believe if you look around you, but the woods will get thicker. We’ll want to pay closer attention to the wildlife. Bears and wolves become much more common around there. Winter was a bit difficult, so we’ll be leery of any animals that may pose a danger. For the most part, they should leave us alone.” You sigh. “There is the occasional wildcat as well; they are more dangerous, but more unusual to see. They prefer the mountains.” “I’ve never seen a wildcat before.” “There are two types around the Mahdeh mountains, mountain panthers and lynx.” “Are they quite big?” “Panthers can be. Lynx are smaller, but they are incredibly spry. Both are quite beautiful. I don’t think we’ll see one, but if there’s a way to find one safely, I’ll try to show you.” “Let’s hope we don’t meet any we don’t intend to.” “Of course. So, anymore questions?” <<if not hasVisited("3.6a")>>[[“Why do we need to be so careful as we travel?”|3.6a]]<<else>>You asked why you needed to be so careful.<</if>> <<if not hasVisited("3.6b")>>[[“Should we keep watch in shifts at night?”|3.6b]]<<else>>You asked about night watches.<</if>> <<if not hasVisited("3.6d")>>[[“What is Codrin like? Have you been there before?”|3.6d]]<<else>>You asked about Codrin and if Oswin had been there before.<</if>> <<if $campcareful is true and $campwatch is true and $campshrine is true and $campcodrin is true>>[[“I have no more questions.”|3.6e]]<</if>>

<<set $campcodrin to true>> “It’s a very large city. I’m not sure how much bigger than Lale...perhaps twice the size, maybe more.” “But Lale is huge!” Oswin chuckles. “You think that because it’s huge compared to Stonebrook. Codrin is massive in comparison. There are many thousands of people. One of the seven in the monarchy lives there, so commerce has naturally been a boon to them.” “So, are there many shops?” “Oh yes, maybe thousands. You could buy about anything you can think of and many things that you’d never need. They have famous inns and taverns and...uh, never mind.” He shakes his head. “What? Tell me. I’ll find out eventually.” He clears his throat. “Brothels,” he says quietly, “They have a couple famous brothels.” “Seriously? Have you been?” Oswin’s eyes go wide. “//No//, of course not. Well, not as a customer.” You tilt your head. “So...as an employee?” “Yes – no! Not like that; I was hired to help guard a caravan for some courtesan. I don’t remember their name, they were kind though. Offered me a permanent job, but it wasn’t for me.” “What was the place called? Maybe we can visit.” You are pretty sure Oswin’s eye twitches. “The Snake and Lily,” he says in a small voice. You raise an eyebrow. He clears his throat. “Anyway, do you have more questions?” <<if not hasVisited("3.6a")>>[[“Why do we need to be so careful as we travel?”|3.6a]]<<else>>You asked why you needed to be so careful.<</if>> <<if not hasVisited("3.6b")>>[[“Should we keep watch in shifts at night?”|3.6b]]<<else>>You asked about night watches.<</if>> <<if not hasVisited("3.6c")>>[[“What should I expect the closer we get to the shrine?”|3.6c]]<<else>>You asked about what to expect as you approach the shrine.<</if>> <<if $campcareful is true and $campwatch is true and $campshrine is true and $campcodrin is true>>[[“I have no more questions.”|3.6e]]<</if>>

Oswin stands from his seat. “Well, how about we split an apple before we sleep?” You chuckle. “One of the ones your sisters gave us? Last time I asked for one, you acted like I wanted to eat your arm or something.” “They’re my favorite. Sage and Poppy enchanted them last autumn, and I’ve been savoring them. The magic makes them taste better too.” Oswin begins digging through one of the sacks strapped to Flit’s saddle. “Are you sure they didn’t poison them?” He chuckles. “They couldn’t know which ones you would eat, so no, they’re not poisoned. Also, they'd never want you to believe it, but they care a great deal for you.” You scoff. Oswin flips the sack around and brings a few apples out with a strange look on his face. “$mc, did you eat one of these?” “No, you wouldn’t let me.” “You didn’t grab one to spite me?” “No, I swear it. Did $mountname somehow get into the bag?” Oswin thinks for a moment. “That may be. The flap on the bag was down, but not buckled. Really, either of them could have gotten into it. Flit is well-behaved, but she quite likes fruit.” He shakes his head. You split the apple, which is sweeter than most apples you’ve tried before. Oswin shares a piece with Flit and you do likewise for $mountname, even if one of them is guilty of thieving, they've still earned a treat. As you bed down on your meager bedroll you think about all you’ve learned… [[You can’t stop thinking about the things that could go wrong.|3.7a]] [[You’re a little more worried now.|3.7b]] [[You feel no different.|3.7c]] [[You feel more confident now.|3.7d]]

<<set $anx += 5>> The next few days on the road do nothing to ease your mind. Oswin, after just finally feeling more at ease and opening up to you, seems to slam shut. He’s clearly becoming more paranoid each day, frequently checking around you several times during your travels, saying that he feels eyes on you both. Neither of you actually see or hear anything amiss, and the mounts do not appear to be alarmed. You are never allowed to stray far from Oswin. At night, he keeps his bedroll close to yours, during the day, you ride side by side whenever the road allows, and when it is narrow, there is barely a gap between Flit and $mountname. <<if $interest is 'choppin'>>Oswin insists that your axe be close by at all times, telling you that if you’re approached, you must defend yourself if he cannot get to you.<<elseif $interest is 'woodin'>>Oswin gives you a knife to keep on you at all times, insisting that your carving knife will not protect you enough if you need it to.<<elseif $interest is 'swordin'>>Oswin insists that your sword be close by at all times, telling you that if you’re approached, to not hesitate to put your training into action.<<elseif $interest is 'archin'>>Oswin insists that your bow close by at all times, telling you that if you’re approached, you must defend yourself if he cannot get to you.<<elseif $interest is 'healin'>>Oswin gives you a knife to keep on you at all times along with your medicine kit, so you can defend yourself and treat any wounds if he is unable to help you.<<elseif $interest is 'tradin'>>Oswin gives you a knife to keep on you at all times, insisting that you try your best to avoid a fight, but if the need arose, to not hesitate to use it.<<elseif $interest is 'cookin'>>Oswin asks that you keep one of your cooking knives in easy reach should you get attacked and to not hesitate to defend yourself.<</if>> Strangely, Oswin becomes more calm at night. He doesn’t feel or hear any disturbances when you camp. Part of you wonders if Oswin really is just paranoid when you’re out on the road. Either way, you’re finding it… [[Very difficult to sleep at night. You are awake nearly the entire time you are supposed to be resting.|3.8a]] [[More difficult to sleep at night. You are awake nearly half of the night.|3.8b]] [[About the same as you were before when you sleep at night.|3.8c]]

<<set $anx += 3>> The next few days on the road do nothing to ease your mind. Oswin, after just finally feeling more at ease and opening up to you, seems to slam shut. He’s clearly becoming more paranoid each day, frequently checking around you several times during your travels, saying that he feels eyes on you both. Neither of you actually see or hear anything amiss, and the mounts do not appear to be alarmed. You are never allowed to stray far from Oswin. At night, he keeps his bedroll close to yours, during the day, you ride side by side whenever the road allows, and when it is narrow, there is barely a gap between Flit and $mountname. <<if $interest is 'choppin'>>Oswin insists that your axe be close by at all times, telling you that if you’re approached, you must defend yourself if he cannot get to you.<<elseif $interest is 'woodin'>>Oswin gives you a knife to keep on you at all times, insisting that your carving knife will not protect you enough if you need it to.<<elseif $interest is 'swordin'>>Oswin insists that your sword be close by at all times, telling you that if you’re approached, to not hesitate to put your training into action.<<elseif $interest is 'archin'>>Oswin insists that your bow close by at all times, telling you that if you’re approached, you must defend yourself if he cannot get to you.<<elseif $interest is 'healin'>>Oswin gives you a knife to keep on you at all times along with your medicine kit, so you can defend yourself and treat any wounds if he is unable to help you.<<elseif $interest is 'tradin'>>Oswin gives you a knife to keep on you at all times, insisting that you try your best to avoid a fight, but if the need arose, to not hesitate to use it.<<elseif $interest is 'cookin'>>Oswin asks that you keep one of your cooking knives in easy reach should you get attacked and to not hesitate to defend yourself.<</if>> Strangely, Oswin becomes more calm at night. He doesn’t feel or hear any disturbances when you camp. Part of you wonders if Oswin really is just paranoid when you’re out on the road. Either way, you’re finding it… [[Very difficult to sleep at night. You are awake nearly the entire time you are supposed to be resting.|3.8a]] [[More difficult to sleep at night. You are awake nearly half of the night.|3.8b]] [[About the same as you were before when you sleep at night.|3.8c]]

<<if $journeyfeelings is "anxious">>You're still anxious, that probably won't change anytime soon. Perhaps after a bit more time, you'll begin to feel more at ease.<<elseif $journeyfeelings is "unbothered">>Though, you feel more or less fine, it is clear that your travel guide does not share your feelings.<<else>>Even if Oswin is…the way he is, that won't shake how you feel.<</if>> Oswin, after just finally feeling more at ease and opening up to you, seems to slam shut. He’s clearly becoming more paranoid each day, frequently checking around you several times during your travels, saying that he feels eyes on you both. Neither of you actually see or hear anything amiss, and the mounts do not appear to be alarmed. You are never allowed to stray far from Oswin. At night, he keeps his bedroll close to yours, during the day, you ride side by side whenever the road allows, and when it is narrow, there is barely a gap between Flit and $mountname. <<if $interest is 'choppin'>>Oswin insists that your axe be close by at all times, telling you that if you’re approached, you must defend yourself if he cannot get to you.<<elseif $interest is 'woodin'>>Oswin gives you a knife to keep on you at all times, insisting that your carving knife will not protect you enough if you need it to.<<elseif $interest is 'swordin'>>Oswin insists that your sword be close by at all times, telling you that if you’re approached, to not hesitate to put your training into action.<<elseif $interest is 'archin'>>Oswin insists that your bow close by at all times, telling you that if you’re approached, you must defend yourself if he cannot get to you.<<elseif $interest is 'healin'>>Oswin gives you a knife to keep on you at all times along with your medicine kit, so you can defend yourself and treat any wounds if he is unable to help you.<<elseif $interest is 'tradin'>>Oswin gives you a knife to keep on you at all times, insisting that you try your best to avoid a fight, but if the need arose, to not hesitate to use it.<<elseif $interest is 'cookin'>>Oswin asks that you keep one of your cooking knives in easy reach should you get attacked and to not hesitate to defend yourself.<</if>> Strangely, Oswin becomes more calm at night. He doesn’t feel or hear any disturbances when you camp. Part of you wonders if Oswin really is just paranoid when you’re out on the road. Either way, you’re finding it… [[Very difficult to sleep at night. You are awake nearly the entire time you are supposed to be resting.|3.8a]] [[More difficult to sleep at night. You are awake nearly half of the night.|3.8b]] [[About the same as you were before when you sleep at night.|3.8c]]

<<set $anx - 3>> Though, you are fine, it is clear that your travel guide does not share your feelings. Oswin, after just finally feeling more at ease and opening up to you, seems to slam shut. He’s clearly becoming more paranoid each day, frequently checking around you several times during your travels, saying that he feels eyes on you both. Neither of you actually see or hear anything amiss, and the mounts do not appear to be alarmed. You are never allowed to stray far from Oswin. At night, he keeps his bedroll close to yours, during the day, you ride side by side whenever the road allows, and when it is narrow, there is barely a gap between Flit and $mountname. <<if $interest is 'choppin'>>Oswin insists that your axe be close by at all times, telling you that if you’re approached, you must defend yourself if he cannot get to you.<<elseif $interest is 'woodin'>>Oswin gives you a knife to keep on you at all times, insisting that your carving knife will not protect you enough if you need it to.<<elseif $interest is 'swordin'>>Oswin insists that your sword be close by at all times, telling you that if you’re approached, to not hesitate to put your training into action.<<elseif $interest is 'archin'>>Oswin insists that your bow close by at all times, telling you that if you’re approached, you must defend yourself if he cannot get to you.<<elseif $interest is 'healin'>>Oswin gives you a knife to keep on you at all times along with your medicine kit, so you can defend yourself and treat any wounds if he is unable to help you.<<elseif $interest is 'tradin'>>Oswin gives you a knife to keep on you at all times, insisting that you try your best to avoid a fight, but if the need arose, to not hesitate to use it.<<elseif $interest is 'cookin'>>Oswin asks that you keep one of your cooking knives in easy reach should you get attacked and to not hesitate to defend yourself.<</if>> Strangely, Oswin becomes more calm at night. He doesn’t feel or hear any disturbances when you camp. Part of you wonders if Oswin really is just paranoid when you’re out on the road. Either way, you’re finding it… [[Very difficult to sleep at night. You are awake nearly the entire time you are supposed to be resting.|3.8a]] [[More difficult to sleep at night. You are awake nearly half of the night.|3.8b]] [[About the same as you were before when you sleep at night.|3.8c]]

<<set $anx += 7>> <<set $insomnia to 'true'>> It doesn’t not take long for a profound tiredness to encompass you. Each night of little sleep adds weight to your shoulders. $mountname tries to soothe you, sensing something amiss, snuggling up to you, nudging you, anything to bring you comfort. Oswin remains paranoid, more so when you both notice little provisions going missing. First it was the apple, then a small heel of bread, and then a bit of dried meat. It fuels your own anxiety and the more tired you become, the less sane you feel. Neither of you have noticed anyone or anything getting remotely close to you. It seems impossible that your rations are being stolen. You begin to consider that it could be either Oswin or yourself at this point. Perhaps it is even a delusion. After the second night of this, Oswin institutes nightly watches. It’s not a problem for you since, you aren’t exactly sleeping anyway. You rotate about every two hours, bedding down a bit earlier than usual and breaking camp later in the morning than you have been. It cuts into your travel time, but helps give you both a little extra rest. After the third night of nearly no sleep, your eyes feel like boulders in their sockets. Your mind is sluggish, and your arms and legs feel foreign. An ache has crept in your skull and is radiating pain, making it hard to bear sunlight or move suddenly. You fall twice while trying to mount $mountname as you get ready to set out. Oswin regards you with a worried look as he offers to help you. [[You confess about not sleeping|3.9a]] [[You keep your troubles quiet, you don’t want to add to his worries.|3.9b]]

<<set $anx += 4>> <<set $insomnia to 'true'>> It doesn’t not take long for a profound tiredness to encompass you. Each night of little sleep adds weight to your shoulders. $mountname tries to soothe you, sensing something amiss, snuggling up to you, nudging you, anything to bring you comfort. Oswin remains paranoid, more so when you both notice little provisions going missing. First it was the apple, then a small heel of bread, and then a bit of dried meat. It fuels your own anxiety and the more tired you become, the less sane you feel. Neither of you have noticed anyone or anything getting remotely close to you. It seems impossible that your rations are being stolen. You begin to consider that it could be either Oswin or yourself at this point. Perhaps it is even a delusion. After the second night of this, Oswin institutes nightly watches. It’s not a problem for you since, you aren’t sleeping the whole night anyway. You rotate about every two hours, bedding down a bit earlier than usual and breaking camp later in the morning than you have been. It cuts into your travel time, but helps give you both a little extra rest. At first, you think it will not make much of a difference, but you keep finding it difficult to sleep even after your two-hour watch. After the third night of poor sleep, your eyes feel heavy in their sockets. Your mind is a little slow, and your arms and legs take some convincing to do you bidding. An ache has crept in your skull and is radiating pain, making light and movement a little harsh. You stumble while trying to mount $mountname as you get ready to set out. Oswin regards you with a worried look as he offers to help you. [[You confess about not sleeping much.|3.9a]] [[You keep your troubles quiet, you don’t want to add to his worries.|3.9b]]

<<set $headache to 'true'>> The journey carries on like normal for you, despite a bit of fatigue and saddle-soreness. Oswin remains paranoid, more so when you both notice little provisions going missing. First it was the apple, then a small heel of bread, and then a bit of dried meat. Neither of you have noticed anyone or anything getting remotely close to you. It seems impossible that your rations are being stolen. You begin to consider that it could be either Oswin or yourself at this point. Perhaps it is even a delusion. After the second night of this, Oswin institutes nightly watches. You rotate about every two hours, bedding down a bit earlier than usual and breaking camp later in the morning than you have been. It cuts into your travel time, but helps give you both a little extra rest. It cuts into your sleep, but you make the most of your time after each shift ends. After a couple nights of the watch, you find that an ache has crept into your skull and is radiating pain, making you a bit dizzy and nauseated. You mount up, only to wobble with vertigo once you are on the saddle, clutching your head. You try to suppress that it feels similar to the pains you get from your illness...well, curse. Oswin regards you with a worried look. [[You tell him about your headache.|3.9c]] [[You keep your troubles quiet, you don’t want to add to his worries.|3.9b2]]

<<set $tellOsleep to 'true'>> He steadies you, fixing you with an expression full of worry. “Your eyes are bloodshot…” You nod, it makes you dizzy. “I’m...Oswin, I haven’t slept well...or much at all I guess in three days.” “You //what//?” “I can’t sleep at night. I’m on edge and nothing helps.” Oswin drags his hand down his face. “You should have told me sooner,” he says sternly. “I didn’t think it would keep happening, and things have been stressful for you already.” He groans. “I’m sor-” “Don’t.” Oswin stomps off, mumbling to himself. You’re taken aback. <<if $Ostat is 'friend'>>A sting of pain radiates in your chest. You just confided in him. There was no ideal time to say something, and you couldn’t have known this would keep up this long. There’s also a lot of pressure for you to keep going.<<elseif $Ostat is 'crush'>>A sting of pain radiates in your chest. You just confided in him. There was no ideal time to say something, and you couldn’t have known this would keep up this long. There’s also a lot of pressure for you to keep going.<<elseif $Ostat is 'distant'>>Not that you expected him to be full of sunshine at the news, but you assumed he would have a bit of sympathy or concern.<<elseif $Ostat is 'neutral'>>You weren’t sure what to expect out of him at the news, but stomping off without a word about it wasn’t even an option to you.<</if>> Perhaps he is quite mad, either at you or at the situation. “Hey,” Oswin says. Your attention is broken from your inner turmoil. Your guide is holding a cloth bag towards you and urging you to take it. “What’s this?” “Something to get you through the day. It’s a medicine, but sort of like a sweet – a hardened syrup infused with peppermint leaves, willow bark, and a few spices. It will help keep you awake and ease discomfort.” You briefly recall the scent of mint when Oswin took watch at night. “The mint and sugar help cover the bark taste.” He nods at you. “Are you angry?” “Well, I’m not happy, but I am not angry. Do you think you can push through today?” You nod, taking out one of the candies and putting it in your mouth. There’s a definite bitter, medicinal quality, but the mint and sugar really do ease it. “There is a good place that we can rest you for a couple days, but it is still a ways off. If we make decent time today, we can relax until you’ve slept a while. It might be a bit of a push, but I will stay close to you.” [[Before you know it, you are on the road again.|3.10]]

<<set $tellOsleep to 'false'>> You give him a small, apologetic smile and shake your head. “I’m fine, just a bit sleep-drunk this morning." Oswin’s brow wrinkles with obvious doubt. “Okay, but if you need something, speak up.” “Sure,” you say, though it feels like a lie. You need to keep pressing onward. Oswin probably doesn’t need another reason to be more anxious anyway. [[Before you know it, you are on the road again.|3.10]]

<<set $tellOhead to 'true'>> He fixes you with an expression full of worry. “Your eyes are a bit red…” You nod, and your forehead throbs. “I’ve developed a bit of a headache is all. It’s made me a bit dizzy.” Oswin stares at you a moment. “You don’t...you don’t feel that burning from the mark again do you?” “No, nothing like that; I think I am just feeling a bit road-weary. The pain is a bit similar, but there is no burn.” “We can’t have you falling ill on the road like this…. I’ll grab you some medicine.” “I’m sorry, I know this may just serve to stress you.” He shakes his head. “Don’t concern yourself with that. You’re not accustomed to traveling like this, it’s normal.” His face twists and you’re not quite sure if he’s grumpy or just thinking. “Are you angry?” “Of course not. Do you think you can push through today?” You nod, and then cease the movement as your head throbs. “There is a good place that we can rest you for a couple days, but it is still a ways off. If we make decent time today, we can relax until we’re sure you are okay. It might be a bit of a push, but I will stay close to you.” [[Before you know it, you are on the road again.|3.10]]

<<nobr>> The journey is not easy. <<if $headache is 'true'>>The pain in your head grows. It spreads down your spine, along your shoulders, and down your face. Dread begins to settle into your mind as you realize that this may be a sign your mark, your curse, is about to flair. In years past, your milder outbreaks would begin like any other illness, often leading to migraines, the intensity of which varied a great deal. Always before, the burning sensation in your abdomen was the true herald, but now that the mark has surfaced, you suppose that will no longer be the case.<<elseif $insomnia is 'true'>>You are exhausted. Every minute leaves you more weary. The ache in your eyes spreads into your skull, and before long you realize that a migraine is settling in. Dread begins to creep into your mind as you realize that this may be a sign your mark, your curse, is about to flair. In years past, your milder outbreaks would begin like any other illness, often leading to migraines, the intensity of which varied a great deal. Always before, the burning sensation in your abdomen was the true herald, but now that the mark has surfaced, you suppose that will no longer be the case. The compounding of exhaustion will do you no favors and you ride on in a haze of pain and disorientation.<</if>> <br> <<if $tellOsleep is 'true'>>The medicine-candies Oswin gave you are helping. They give just enough relief to keep you upright and mostly aware of your surroundings. True to his word, Oswin stays as close as the road allows. Flit and $mountname are practically touching as they move along the road. They don't seem to mind, the two are getting along famously.<</if>> <br> <br> <<if $tellOhead is 'true'>>The pain medicine Oswin gave you is staving off the worst of the migraine. At the very least, it's pushing off most of the dizziness, helping you stay seated on $mountname. Oswin stays as close as the road allows. Flit and $mountname are practically touching as they move along the road. They don't seem to mind, the two are getting along famously.<</if>> <br> <br> <<if $tellOhead is 'false'>>You become more road-weary as the hours pass. You are thankful that the trees provide shade as sunlight burns your eyes, creating halos in your vision. Dizzy spells increase in frequency, and you try your best to keep up appearances and not alert Oswin to your state. Nausea sets in and every sway of your mount makes your stomach roll.<</if>> <br> <br> <<if $tellOsleep is 'false'>>It gets too difficult to stay upright in your saddle as the hours pass. Your eyes shut and are difficult to open again, and even when they are open, your vision is blurred. The building head pain shows no mercy. You feel weak and feverish.<</if>> <</nobr>> You spend hours in a haze, at least it feels that way. It is impossible to tell how much time is slipping by. The air around you has heated considerably despite the shade of of the forest. You're sweating, so you try to unfasten your cloak to at least get it off your back and shoulders. You think you hear your name for a moment, and as you turn your head to respond, everything around you spins. The trees twist and obscure in your vision, your sense of up and down skews, and the din of the forest transforms into a shrill ring in your ears. [[You fall|3.11]]

You’re vaguely aware of the shrill cry from your surprised mount as you slump and slide out from the saddle, the stirrup of which catches you, slowing your fall for only a brief moment. <<if $tellOsleep is 'false'>>You begin crashing to the road, unable to even put your arms out to help break the fall. Your head dashes hard against something on the path, perhaps a root or stone. $mountname continues to whinnie in panic, and you are finally certain you hear Oswin yelling for you.<</if>><<if $tellOhead is 'false'>>You begin crashing to the road, unable to even put your arms out to help break the fall. Your head dashes hard against something in the road, perhaps a root or stone, and it compounds your already splitting headache. $mountname continues to whinnie in panic, and you are finally certain you hear Oswin yelling for you.<</if>> <<if $tellOsleep is 'true'>>You begin crashing to the road, unable to even put your arms out to help break the fall. Your body jerks suddenly, and you feel yourself being wrenched up by your clothes. Oswin is yelling. You have no strength and little awareness. You are a doll, boneless and lifeless. You feel your face press into $mountname's mane, feeling the warmth of the animal under your face. Moments later, you're being pulled from your perch. You can't see anything or do anthing, as you feel yourself being carried.<</if>><<if $tellOhead is 'true'>>You begin crashing to the road, unable to even put your arms out to help break the fall. Your body jerks suddenly, and you feel yourself being wrenched up by your clothes. Oswin is yelling. You have no strength and little awareness. You are a doll, boneless and lifeless. You feel your face press into $mountname's mane, feeling the warmth of the animal under your face. Moments later, you're being pulled from your perch. You can't see anything or do anthing, as you feel yourself being carried.<</if>> [[Everything goes dark.|3.12]]

Consciousness nods in and out for you. Every so often you recognize the sensation of being pulled or carried. Sometimes you sense drops of cold water on your lips and tongue, and through the haze of your being, pick up the sound of Oswin’s voice. You startle every so often, alertness suddenly coming to you and then promptly fading away, as you hear Oswin tell you to go back to sleep. You hadn’t realized you were sleeping to start with. You awaken after untold hours or days of this fade. It’s dark. You hear the occasional tweet from a bird in the trees. There’s the remnants of a dying fire nearby, the orange glow pulsing as bits of wood pop and crack. Groggily, you look around and take stock of your situation. You’re nestled on your right side on your bedroll, no two bedrolls, draped in your blanket and what appears to be both your own cloak and Oswin’s. You feel a nudge against your back and realize that $mountname is nuzzling you, snorting happily. You’re also laying at the base of a tree, which a sleeping Oswin is propped up against. Once you make to sit up, you realize how weak you feel. You cannot get up on your own, so you continue to look around. You’re clearly still in the forest, and it must be the middle of the night given how dark it is. In the glow of the embers of the campfire, you see one of Oswin’s tunics strung up in a tree, appearing as though it has been set out to dry. How long have you been here that he’s been doing laundry? You turn your eyes to Oswin. His brow is rumpled even in his sleep, and his sword is in his lap, his hand clutching the grip, ready to use it at a moment’s notice. Slowly, you remember what lead you here. The snippets of awareness flood in all at once. You fell. <<if $tellOsleep is 'true'>>Oswin caught you; he must have.<</if>><<if $tellOhead is 'true'>>Oswin caught you; he must have.<</if>><<if $tellOsleep is 'false'>>You hit your head...you reach up and feel bandages wrapped around the crown of your head. The left half of your skull is tender to the touch.<</if>><<if $tellOhead is 'false'>>You hit your head...you reach up and feel bandages wrapped around the crown of your head. The left half of your skull is tender to the touch.<</if>> Oddly, you feel poorly but better. The headache is still present and you are quite lethargic, but at the moment, it is tolerable. You try to sit up again, only to flinch with pain, gasping as it keeps you pinned to the bedroll. Oswin springs awake, sword ready. Once he gathers his senses and realizes there is no danger, he leans over you at once. “$mc, you’re awake.” <<if $tellOsleep is 'true'>>“I think so,” you say, voice gravelly and weak. “I feel horrible, I can’t sit up.” You suddenly realize how dry your throat is.<</if>><<if $tellOhead is 'true'>>“I think so,” you say, voice gravelly and weak. “I feel horrible, I can’t sit up.” You suddenly realize how dry your throat is.<</if>> <<if $tellOsleep is 'false'>>You try to speak, but are unable to make any sound. Your throat is dry, and there feels to be a disconnect between your thoughts and mouth. It ends up more of a groan.<</if>><<if $tellOhead is 'false'>>You try to speak, but are unable to make any sound. Your throat is dry, and there feels to be a disconnect between your thoughts and mouth. It ends up more of a groan.<</if>> “Here,” he says, “let me help you sit up. You need to drink.” Oswin rummages in a bag and pulls something out, holding it to your lips. “Open, it’s medicine, to keep you from getting nauseated as you sit up.” You obediently take his offering, the sense of peppermint and ginger hitting in a wave. The taste is not great, too powerful, but you know it will help ease your stomach. Oswin gently lifts and drags you to rest your back against the tree you’ve been sleeping under. Sure enough, a wave of nausea sloshes into your gut. The medicine keeps it from boiling over. You grunt your thanks. Oswin gets out a water skin and once the medicine dissolves, slowly trickles the cool sustenance into your mouth. [[He patiently helps you until you have drank your fill.|3.13]]

After a while, it becomes easier to speak. Oswin tells you that after you fell from your mount, he took you off the road to find this camp and has been nursing you ever since. You’ve slept the better part of two days. Apparently, you vomited all over him as well, a fact that he doesn’t seem as phased about as you. When asked why he didn’t completely wash the mess from one of his few items of clothing for journey, he tells you that you don’t have enough fresh water to waste on laundry, and there's no water source close by. A fact which alarms you for a moment. “So, will we need to head out soon?” you ask. “There must be a stream nearby; I’m going to set out soon to find it since you’re awake.” “Wait, you’re going alone?” “Yes, you are not well enough to travel. It won’t take long, there is bound to be a water source around here. The area I was trying to get you to, has a large stream, but we are still hours away. We’ll make due until you are able to travel.” <<if $anx > 16>>Your lungs suddenly constrict within your chest and your heart pulses hard. He’s going to leave you here //alone//. Out here in the middle of the woods in a world hitherto unknown. He can’t do this to you, he wouldn’t. Would he? What if something happens? What if someone tries to take you or kill you? What of the wild animals? Will you be eaten? You gasp, air suddenly thin, as you begin panting for it, tears gathering at the corners of your eyes. “Easy, easy; it’s okay.” Oswin leans over, trying to soothe you. “I’ll be fast, I can ride quicker without the supplies. I don’t like it either, but you need water and we are almost out.” Your worries are not eased, all you can hear is //I’m leaving you. You’ll be alone. Fend for yourself//. A sob escapes you as fear controls your mind. Oswin cups your face in his hands, forcing you to meet his eyes. There’s a spark when you gaze into them. “I wouldn’t do this unless I truly believed it’s in your best interest. I am not leaving you here, I swear on my life, may the gods strike me down if I’m lying. I need you to take up just a bit of courage for me. I know this is new to you, I know it’s asking too much too soon, but for your own sake, I need to leave you just for a bit. No more than an hour or two at the worst. I need you to stay grounded. Focus on $mountname, poor thing has been beside itself waiting for you to come around. Can you do this for me, $mc?” You bite back another sob and nod your head.<</if>> <<if $anx < 16>>Concern bubbles up within you, but you see the reason in what Oswin is saying. You will slow him down. If you have another attack of some kind whether from pain or exhaustion or the curse, you may doom yourself further. The area around you is peaceful and hidden from the road. Madeh has no shortage of streams and other water sources, Oswin probably wouldn’t be gone long. You nod. “I am sorry, but know that I wouldn’t even consider it unless your well-being was at stake. I don’t imagine it will take but an hour or two. We’ll be able to travel quickly, just Flit and I. I’ll make sure she gets a good long drink and I will bring back a pail for $mountname too.” “I understand, I’ll try my best to remain calm.”<</if>> “I do ask that you try to stay awake. This area is pretty placid, and we are far enough from the road, no travelers would easily spot you without a fire going. It’s nearly first light, so I’ll head out soon. Stay bundled up, try not to move from this spot unless you absolutely have to. <<if $interest is 'choppin'>>Keep your axe by your side,<<elseif $interest is 'woodin'>>Keep your knife at hand,<<elseif $interest is 'swordin'>>Keep your sword by your side,<<elseif $interest is 'archin'>>Keep your bow at hand,<<elseif $interest is 'healin'>>Keep your knife at hand,<<elseif $interest is 'tradin'>>Keep your knife at hand,<<elseif $interest is 'cookin'>>Keep your knives at hand,<</if>> but if you hear anything, mount up and get out. You won’t last in a fight, use all your strength to escape instead.” It’s clearly difficult for Oswin to leave you. Before he does, he gives you the little water that is left, food, and your weapon. He saddles $mountname as well. Once he readies Flit, he sets off, just as the sun begins to peek through the trees. You feel the cold of the morning seep in as the quiet of being alone does as well. Your mount is a reassuring presence, towering over you, occasionally nosing you sweetly. Leaning back against the tree, you get comfortable. You are at least feeling better, but the headache is still nagging at you<<if $anx > 16>>, and fear still shakes your heart, though you are trying your damnedest to keep it at bay<</if>>. [[You hope that Oswin’s return is swift.|3.14]]

It is hard for you to tell how much time passes. Once the sun is up, the trees still cover its position in the sky. It’s getting quite warm at least, and you are able to shrug off a couple layers, which is when you realize, Oswin left his cloak on you. You wonder if he was cold on his ride out. You wonder how soon he will return. Despite the bit of sunlight that reaches through the trees and the chimes of birdsong all around you, you are beginning to get sleepy, head snapping up as you keep catching yourself nearly dozing. Your mount is content resting next to you, seeming to be at complete peace. You suppose that is a good sign, but you know you shouldn’t shut your eyes. You drink a little and eat what you can, glad that your appetite seems okay. Oswin left you one of his special apples, which makes you smile. $mountname takes a piece as well as you savor the extra sweet fruit. It tastes just as it would right from the tree at peak ripeness, a marvel for this province at the beginning of spring. You imagine the southern region has apples all year round, and you wonder if they taste this good. A twig snaps in the distance. You go completely silent and stop all your movement, holding your last bit of apple in your hand as you listen. $mountname’s ears are perked in attention, and they’re clearly a bit startled. You wait for a few minutes, but hear nothing else. You still hear birds, which you take for a good sign, and relax again. As you heave a sigh and rest your head against the tree, you try to relax and settle again. You hear something thump. The apple falls from your hand. The birds go quiet. You clutch your weapon. The crunch of a footstep echoes around you. <<if $anx >= 12>>[[Terror takes over your mind, and you bolt into the woods.|3.15a]]<</if>> <<if $anx <= 11>>[[You decide to flee and find Oswin.|3.15b]]<</if>> <<if $anx <= 11>>[[You ready your weapon and rise to the challenge.|3.15c]]<</if>>

You just run. You are not even sure where the strength came from, but you are up and running through the trees in a blink. Panic has made you dumb as you leave $mountname behind - the one creature that could actually help you right now; there is no thought left in your mind, rationality is gone. Like a spooked deer, you bolt into the unknown, stumbling over your own feet, catching your shoulder on trees and brush as you escape from your unknown assailant. You think you hear it giving chase, but it is hard to tell over the sound of your own breathing. Racing over hills and struggling over rough terrain, you run until your heart and lungs feel like they will burst. The adrenaline that brought you here is beginning to dwindle, and your muscles are screaming for you to stop. You frantically look for a place to hide. You trip. That figures. You are running for your life, after all; that’s how every scary story Da ever told you goes. The protagonist trips and falls into certain doom. Papa always made sure that Da ended those stories with a hero coming to save them. Will there be one for you too? Will Oswin come and save you? Will Papa make sure you have a happy ending this time as well? But you fall to the ground and crash against a tree – head first – naturally. The pain racks down your spine and you struggle to turn and put your back to the tree and await your pursuer. You stay stock-still and watch for the enemy, your vision briefly doubles and fades in and out, but you force yourself to focus, realizing your weapon is still in your hand. Despite your expectations, you are still a bit stunned when something...someone appears from beyond the trees. You hold your weapon up and press your back against the tree. The person steps into view, golden hair, wearing a torn blue cloak, but you can’t see their face well. [[It appears to be a man.|3.16a]] [[It appears to be a woman.|3.16b]]

You have only a split second to decide, and you know that you need Oswin. No matter what is lingering in the woods, you may not be a match for it in the state you’re in. In your haste, you spook $mountname. <<if $mount is 'chessy'>>She rears away from you and then backs away at your sudden move towards her.<<elseif $mount is 'eb'>>He bellows as he rears and then bolts just out of reach.<<elseif $mount is 'bay'>>He whinnies with discomfort and begins turning every which way to find the danger that has you on edge.<<elseif $mount is 'mule'>>She brays and begins to kick furiously, bearing her teeth, ready to fight.<</if>> So, you just turn and run, time may be a precious resource that you do not have. You are not even sure where the strength came from, but you are bolting through the trees in a blink. Your heart still clenches with worry for your mount, but you’re in no shape to handle this, and $mountname is in much better fighting condition than you. Like a spooked deer, you run into the unknown, stumbling over your own feet, catching your shoulder on trees and brush as you escape from your mysterious assailant. You think you hear it giving chase, but it is hard to tell over the sound of your own breathing. Racing over hills and struggling over rough terrain, you run until your heart and lungs feel like they will burst. The adrenaline that brought you here is beginning to dwindle, and your muscles are screaming for you to stop. The pulse in your skull makes you feel as though it will erupt. You frantically look for a place to hide. You trip. That figures. You are running for your life, after all; that’s how every scary story Da ever told you goes. The protagonist trips and falls into certain doom. Papa always made sure that Da ended those stories with a hero coming to save them. Will there be one for you too? Will Oswin come and save you? Will Papa make sure you have a happy ending this time as well? But you fall to the ground and crash against a tree – head first – naturally. The pain racks down your spine and you struggle to turn and put your back to the tree to await your pursuer. You stay stock-still and watch for the enemy, your vision briefly doubles and fades in and out, but you force yourself to focus, realizing your weapon is still in your hand. Despite your expectations, you are still a bit stunned when something...someone appears from beyond the trees. You hold your weapon up and press your back against the tree. The person steps into view, golden hair, wearing a torn blue cloak, but you can’t see their face well. [[It appears to be a man.|3.16a]] [[It appears to be a woman.|3.16b]]

You stand, a bit shaky but resolute, <<if $interest is 'choppin'>>gripping your axe firmly<<elseif $interest is 'woodin'>>gripping your knife<<elseif $interest is 'swordin'>>readying your sword<<elseif $interest is 'archin'>>readying your bow and snatching your quiver<<elseif $interest is 'healin'>>readying your knife<<elseif $interest is 'tradin'>>gripping your knife<<elseif $interest is 'cookin'>>readying your knives<</if>> and taking a stance. $mountname senses the shift in you, and nervously trots away, only then do you realize they’ve not been tethered this whole time. You brace as you face the direction you heard the noises come from, adrenaline surging as your nerves prickle. Hot pain blooms behind your eyes and travels to the base of your skull and down your back. You can’t let that phase you. A few birds cry out in alarm as they rapidly flutter away. You wait. The grip on your weapon makes your hand ache. You wait… And wait… Nothing comes. You stand quietly and listen. Nothing. Nothing but the wind fluttering things about, and $mountname pawing the ground at the edge of camp across from you. You release a heavy breath, relaxing your arms, and easing the tension that has ripped through you. It was nothing. You’re hearing noises and getting spooked needlessly. You’re almost thankful that Oswin wasn’t around to see your performance. You need rest. After another long look into the treeline, you decide it’s best if you grab your mount and settle down again. Just as you’re about to move, you hear the tell-tale sound of a bowstring being drawn, and you freeze. “Don’t move.” A voice instructs from behind you, soft like the spring breeze, but absolutely firm. [[You think it sounds more like a man.|3.21a]] [[You think it sounds more like a woman.|3.21b]]

<<set $Zgen to 'male'>> At least, you are pretty certain, despite your vision which still is doubling here and there. He approaches slowly, but you take note that there is a bow in his hand. Though, you suppose, if his intent was to kill you, he’d have drawn it by now. You clutch your own weapon to the point your knuckles have turned white. Your hands are clearly shaking as you stare the man down. The man stops and draws back a step. “Don’t move.” His voice has a soft quality, but the command is firm. He takes and arrow from the quiver at his hip and nocks it. You freeze. This is it, you think; Oswin was right. You’re in no position and no condition to fight back, and this man could easily kill or at least incapacitate you from a distance. You’ll never be able to bolt away in time or charge them. [[You try to plead.|3.17a]] [[You try to reason.|3.17b]] [[Against your better judgment, you attempt a joke.|3.17c]]

<<set $Zgen to 'female'>> At least, you are pretty certain, despite your vision which still is doubling here and there. She approaches slowly, but you take note that there is a bow in her hand. Though, you suppose, if her intent was to kill you, she’d have drawn it by now. You clutch your own weapon to the point your knuckles have turned white. Your hands are clearly shaking as you stare the woman down. The woman stops and draws back a step. “Don’t move.” Her voice has a soft quality, but the command is firm. She takes and arrow from the quiver at her hip and nocks it. You freeze. This is it, you think; Oswin was right. You’re in no position and no condition to fight back, and this woman could easily kill or at least incapacitate you from a distance. You’ll never be able to bolt away in time or charge them. [[You try to plead.|3.17a]] [[You try to reason.|3.17b]] [[Against your better judgment, you attempt a joke.|3.17c]]

<<nobr>> <<if $Zgen is 'female'>> <<set $Zheshe to 'she'>> <<set $Zcapitalheshe to 'She'>> <<set $Zhisher to 'her'>> <<set $Zcapitalhisher to 'Her'>> <<set $Zhimher to 'her'>> <<set $Zcapitalhimher to 'Her'>> <<set $Zhishers to 'hers'>> <<set $Zcapitalhishers to 'Hers'>> <<set $Zhimselfherself to 'herself'>> <<set $Zcapitalhimselfherself to 'Herself'>> <<set $Zmanwoperson to 'woman'>> <<set $Zsondtrchild to 'daughter'>> <<elseif $Zgen is 'male'>> <<set $Zheshe to 'he'>> <<set $Zcapitalheshe to 'He'>> <<set $Zhisher to 'his'>> <<set $Zcapitalhisher to 'His'>> <<set $Zhimher to 'him'>> <<set $Zcapitalhimher to 'Him'>> <<set $Zhishers to 'his'>> <<set $Zcapitalhishers to 'His'>> <<set $Zhimselfherself to 'himself'>> <<set $Zcapitalhimselfherself to 'Himself'>> <<set $Zmanwoperson to 'man'>> <<set $Zsondtrchild to 'son'>> <</if>> <</nobr>> Your mind goes through a hundred things to say, anything that may get you out of this. You see the sunlight glint off the tip of your captor’s arrow. “I’m...I’m not really worth the trouble. I’m just trying to survive.” That’s it. That’s all you’ve got. You feel a glimmer of hope as the $Zmanwoperson’s eyes widen. They’re blue – big and round, kind-looking even from the distance between you. But, then $Zheshe draws the bow. Now the arrow is pointed right towards you. Perhaps $Zheshe took you a bit too literally when you said you weren’t worth it. The $Zmanwoperson smiles. [[You brace, squeezing your eyes shut.|3.18]]

<<nobr>> <<if $Zgen is 'female'>> <<set $Zheshe to 'she'>> <<set $Zcapitalheshe to 'She'>> <<set $Zhisher to 'her'>> <<set $Zcapitalhisher to 'Her'>> <<set $Zhimher to 'her'>> <<set $Zcapitalhimher to 'Her'>> <<set $Zhishers to 'hers'>> <<set $Zcapitalhishers to 'Hers'>> <<set $Zhimselfherself to 'herself'>> <<set $Zcapitalhimselfherself to 'Herself'>> <<set $Zmanwoperson to 'woman'>> <<set $Zsondtrchild to 'daughter'>> <<elseif $Zgen is 'male'>> <<set $Zheshe to 'he'>> <<set $Zcapitalheshe to 'He'>> <<set $Zhisher to 'his'>> <<set $Zcapitalhisher to 'His'>> <<set $Zhimher to 'him'>> <<set $Zcapitalhimher to 'Him'>> <<set $Zhishers to 'his'>> <<set $Zcapitalhishers to 'His'>> <<set $Zhimselfherself to 'himself'>> <<set $Zcapitalhimselfherself to 'Himself'>> <<set $Zmanwoperson to 'man'>> <<set $Zsondtrchild to 'son'>> <</if>> <</nobr>> Your mind goes through a hundred things to say, anything that may get you out of this. You see the sunlight glint off the tip of your captor’s arrow. “Please...I’m far too gorgeous to meet such a fate.” That’s it. That’s all you’ve got. You feel a glimmer of hope as the $Zmanwoperson’s eyes widen. They’re blue – big and round, kind-looking even from the distance between you. But, then $Zheshe draws the bow. Now the arrow is pointed right towards you. Perhaps $Zheshe doesn’t find you very funny. The $Zmanwoperson smiles. [[You brace, squeezing your eyes shut.|3.18]]

<<nobr>> <<if $Zgen is 'female'>> <<set $Zheshe to 'she'>> <<set $Zcapitalheshe to 'She'>> <<set $Zhisher to 'her'>> <<set $Zcapitalhisher to 'Her'>> <<set $Zhimher to 'her'>> <<set $Zcapitalhimher to 'Her'>> <<set $Zhishers to 'hers'>> <<set $Zcapitalhishers to 'Hers'>> <<set $Zhimselfherself to 'herself'>> <<set $Zcapitalhimselfherself to 'Herself'>> <<set $Zmanwoperson to 'woman'>> <<set $Zsondtrchild to 'daughter'>> <<elseif $Zgen is 'male'>> <<set $Zheshe to 'he'>> <<set $Zcapitalheshe to 'He'>> <<set $Zhisher to 'his'>> <<set $Zcapitalhisher to 'His'>> <<set $Zhimher to 'him'>> <<set $Zcapitalhimher to 'Him'>> <<set $Zhishers to 'his'>> <<set $Zcapitalhishers to 'His'>> <<set $Zhimselfherself to 'himself'>> <<set $Zcapitalhimselfherself to 'Himself'>> <<set $Zmanwoperson to 'man'>> <<set $Zsondtrchild to 'son'>> <</if>> <</nobr>> Your mind goes through a hundred things to say, anything that may spare you. You see the sunlight glint off the tip of your captor’s arrow. “Please.” It’s the only word that leaves your lips. You feel a glimmer of hope as the $Zmanwoperson’s eyes widen. They’re blue – big and round, kind-looking even from the distance between you. But, then $Zheshe draws the bow. Now the arrow is pointed right towards you. Perhaps $Zhisher version of mercy is a bit different from what you were expecting. The $Zmanwoperson smiles. [[You brace, squeezing your eyes shut.|3.18]]

The last thing you hear is the subtle twang of the bowstring. …. But, the pain never comes. //Did $Zheshe miss//? Or did you just die instantly? You slowly open your eyes. Your assailant is still in the same spot, bow in hand, but down at their side. They’re still smiling – brightly. The wind tussles their gentle blond waves. “That was a close call!” $Zheshe calls out in a chipper tone. You look around to either side of you. Nothing to your right, and on your left...an arrow, an arrow through the head of a snake. It’s a viper, likely venomous. You turn your gaze to your...savior? “Hi!” $Zcapitalheshe waves. “Sorry, I think I scared you. But, to be fair, you scared me shitless when you ran by in a panic!” Shifting away from the dead snake, you struggle to get to your feet, unsure if words will actually come to your mouth. The stranger seems unperturbed as $Zheshe approaches. You finally get a good look at $Zhimher. A bit on the small side, ordinary height, fawn skin with what appears to be a bit of sun or wind burn along $Zhisher cheeks hiding a dappling of freckles. There are dark shadows under $Zhisher eyes, and you wonder if the two of you match in that regard. You realize that $Zheshe is wearing at least three cloaks, the outer one being a faded blue in color, frayed at the ends. $Zcapitalhisher tunic is a plain grey and you spot patches of different colors. The same goes for $Zhisher pants, they’re a dull brown and appear to be barely stitched together. Suddenly, those big blue eyes are close to your face. “Hey, you okay, friend? There’s blood on your forehead. You really biffed hard into that tree. Did you not see it? Are you hard of sight? Why were you running?” $Zcapitalheshe gets closer as questions rattle forward, and then $Zheshe gently places a cloth to the wound on your head. “Hey, it’s okay – you’re okay now – you can talk to me.” That warm smile appears again, and your realize how close $Zheshe is to you. The gentle hand nursing your wound, a soft smile on pink lips, big concerned eyes framed with light lashes, hair like sunlight and honey… [[you can’t help but pull away and clear your throat.|3.19a]] <<link `"you can't help but lean in, comforted by the presence of " + $Zhimher` "3.19b">><</link>> $flirt_label [[you can’t help but fluster.|3.19c][$BoldflirtShyflirt to Math.clamp($BoldflirtShyflirt - 3, 0, 100)]] $flirt_label <<link `"you are compelled to compliment " + $Zhimher` "3.19d">><</link>>

You politely extricate yourself from $Zhisher proximity. $Zcapitalheshe seems unfazed, and $Zhisher smile remains unmoved. In a flourish, $Zheshe bows, flipping $Zhisher cloaks to the side like some performer. “I am Zahn, a pilgrim of the True Church of Din. I’m so glad to meet you! Though, I am sorry you hit your head.” Zahn pouts as $Zheshe stares at your head wound. You wave it away. <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>“It will heal, think nothing of it,”<<else>>“I have a habit of making dramatic entrances,”<</if>> you say. Zahn grins. “Of course. Can I have your name?” “$mc, $mc Northbreaker.” “Ooh, are you one of those noble rich people from Codrin? <<if $mc is 'Noodles'>>Your name is as delicious as you appear!<</if>>” “Um, no, I’m not a noble at all. Why would you think that?” “You have a last name, and it sounds like something a big noble family would have.” $Zcapitalheshe shrugs. “I’m just from Stonebrook. I don’t think there’s anyone there that could be considered nobility. The name came from my grandfather, but I never met him, and Papa never said if he was rich.” “So, what are you doing all the way out here? Why were you running?” Your face heats. Should you really tell this stranger that you were scared out of your mind, thinking you were being chased? Was anything even really perusing you this whole time, or was your mind playing tricks? [[Tell Zahn the truth.|3.20a]] [[Play it down.|3.20b]]

A weary sigh finds it’s way through your lips before you can even think to stop it. After the terror that you just went through, a friendly person is soothing. $Zcapitalheshe continues to gently tend the bleeding knot on your head, growing quiet as you lean closer. “It’s not too bad,” the stranger says quietly. “Guess you’re just a bleeder.” $Zcapitalheshe snickers. You murmur an agreement, not really paying much attention to $Zhisher words as you soak up the warmth of $Zhisher kindness. “I’m Zahn, by the way.” $Zcapitalheshe steps back from you, flipping $Zhisher cloaks to the side like some performer. “I’m a pilgrim of the True Church of Din, and I’m so glad to meet you! Though, I am sorry you hit your head.” Zahn pouts as $Zheshe stares at your head wound. You wave it away. <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>“It will heal, think nothing of it,”<<else>>“I have a habit of making dramatic entrances,”<</if>> you say. Zahn grins. “Of course. Can I have your name?” “$mc, $mc Northbreaker.” “Ooh, are you one of those noble rich people from Codrin?<<if $mc is 'Noodles'>> Your name is as delicious as you appear!<</if>>” “Um, no, I’m not a noble at all. Why would you think that?” “You have a last name, and it sounds like something a big noble family would have.” $Zcapitalheshe shrugs. “I’m just from Stonebrook. I don’t think there’s anyone there that could be considered nobility. The name came from my grandfather, but I never met him, and Papa never said if he was rich.” “So, what are you doing all the way out here? Why were you running?” Your face heats. Should you really tell this stranger that you were scared out of your mind, thinking you were being chased? Was anything even really perusing you this whole time, or was your mind playing tricks? [[Tell Zahn the truth.|3.20a]] [[Play it down.|3.20b]]

Something in the back of your brain buzzes as the stranger gently dabs the blood from your wound. Perhaps it’s just a symptom of one of the three possible concussions you might have, or perhaps $Zhisher proximity has left you a bit nervous. There’s a fluttery sensation in your gut as you eye the way $Zhisher lips subtly part as $Zheshe focuses, being so careful as to not hurt you. Comfort washes over you, and despite the warmth of your face, you begin to feel better. “It’s not too bad,” the stranger says quietly. “Guess you’re just a bleeder.” $Zcapitalheshe giggles. You murmur an agreement, not really paying much attention to $Zhisher words as you soak up the warmth of $Zhisher kindness. “I’m Zahn, by the way.” $Zcapitalheshe steps back from you, flipping $Zhisher cloaks to the side like some performer. “I’m a pilgrim of the True Church of Din, and I’m so glad to meet you! Though, I am sorry you hit your head.” Zahn pouts as $Zheshe stares at your head wound. You wave it away. <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>“It will heal, think nothing of it,”<<else>>“I have a habit of making dramatic entrances,”<</if>> you say. Zahn grins. “Of course. Can I have your name?” “$mc, $mc Northbreaker.” “Ooh, are you one of those noble rich people from Codrin?” “Um, no, I’m not a noble at all. Why would you think that?” “You have a last name, and it sounds like something a big noble family would have.” $Zheshe shrugs. “I’m just from Stonebrook. I don’t think there’s anyone there that could be considered nobility. The name came from my grandfather, but I never met him, and Papa never said if he was rich.” “So, what are you doing all the way out here? Why were you running?” Your face heats. Should you really tell this stranger that you were scared out of your mind, thinking you were being chased? Was anything even really perusing you this whole time, or was your mind playing tricks? [[Tell Zahn the truth.|3.20a]] [[Play it down.|3.20b]]

“I, uh, thought I was being chased…” Zahn nods, and looks around. “Well, I think you’re safe now. I can help you, if you’re in trouble. Were you on the road before or camping?” “Camping.” You’re struck with the realization that Zahn will likely find your camp now, and you’re not sure if you should be worried or not. <<if $anx > 22>>Your heart begins to thump as all the risks flood to your mind.<</if>> “I just broke camp a while ago to forage, and I got lost trying to find the road again. Do you want to travel together? Are you going to Codrin?” “I’m traveling with...a frien-guide...a friend-guide.” You shift, unsure of how honest you should be. “He’s sort of a mercenary...I should get back to him, he’ll be waiting for me.” Maybe the word //mercenary// will help stave off any untoward intentions of your new acquaintance, if there are any. Zahn’s brow scrunches, making $Zhimher look concerned and a bit sad. “Hey, it’s okay. I’m sorry for making you uncomfortable. I’ve been told that I’m a little much, but you don’t look like you’re doing okay, so I want to help. But, it’s okay to tell me no, I’ll leave you alone.” Sincerity drips from $Zhisher words. If you’re honest with yourself, it is a comfort having another person there, a friendly person at that. One that had the chance to kill you or capture you, and then raid your camp uninterrupted, but chose to save you from a nasty and potentially fatal encounter with a snake. You’re also not completely certain if you could find your way back to camp easily, and you don’t want to get lost. There’s a purity about $Zhimher, and you find that you feel safe. “It’s okay,” you say, “I’ve honestly been a bit ill lately, and am a bit...out of sorts.” “Well, I can help you find your friend. They’re probably worried about you.” You nod. “I’d appreciate that.” “Oh, one more thing.” Zahn points towards to the tree. “Can I eat that?” You realize that $Zheshe means the snake. “Um, go ahead.” $Zcapitalheshe smiles big at you, and you notice a slight gap in $Zhisher front teeth. [[It’s rather cute.|3.20c]]

“Well...I was...it’s part of a training regiment. I merely lost my footing.” Zahn nods, and looks around. “It looked intense. Judging by how hard you fell into the tree, it seems like you need some training.” $Zcapitalheshe smirks. “Well, that’s obvious.” “What are you training for?” Zahn asks. “I’m considering mercenary work. My friend recommended it.” The grin on Zahn’s face is growing and you get the distinct feeling that $Zheshe knows you’re covering something up. “So, what sort of mercenary work requires frantic running through dense forest? I may be interested as well…” $Zcapitalhisher bright blue eyes match your gaze, a playful challenge dancing along $Zhisher words. <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>“Fine, I was running because I thought I heard something chasing me.” You try not to pout, but it is proving difficult.<<else>>“Okay, perhaps my display of profound elegance wasn’t exercise. I got spooked and thought something was after me.”<</if>> Zahn nods, and looks around. “Well, I think you’re safe now. I can help you, if you’re in trouble. Were you on the road before or camping?” “Camping.” You’re struck with the realization that Zahn will likely find your camp now, and you’re not sure if you should be worried or not. <<if $anx > 22>>Your heart begins to thump as all the risks flood to your mind.<</if>> “I just broke camp a while ago and got lost trying to find the road again. Do you want to travel together? Are you going to Codrin?” “I’m traveling with...a frien-guide...a friend-guide.” You shift, unsure of how honest you should be. “He’s sort of a mercenary...I should get back to him, he’ll be waiting for me.” Maybe the word //mercenary// will help stave off any untoward intentions of your new acquaintance, if there are any. Zahn’s brow scrunches, making $Zhimher look concerned and a bit sad. “Hey, it’s okay. I’m sorry for making you uncomfortable. I’ve been told that I’m a little much, but you don’t look like you’re doing okay, so I want to help. But, it’s okay to tell me no, I’ll leave you alone.” Sincerity drips from $Zhisher words. If you’re honest with yourself, it is a comfort having another person there, a friendly person at that. One that had the chance to kill you or capture you, and then raid your camp uninterrupted, but chose to save you from a nasty and potentially fatal encounter with a snake. You’re also not completely certain if you could find your way back to camp easily, and you don’t want to get lost. There’s a purity about $Zhimher, and you find that you feel safe. “It’s okay,” you say, “I’ve honestly been a bit ill lately, and am a bit...out of sorts.” “Well, I can help you find your friend. They’re probably worried about you.” You nod. “I’d appreciate that.” “Oh, one more thing.” Zahn points towards to the tree. “Can I eat that?” You realize that $Zheshe means the snake. “Um, go ahead.” $Zcapitalheshe smiles big at you, and you notice a slight gap in $Zhisher front teeth. [[It’s rather cute.|3.20c]]

“Wow,” you say as you meet the eyes of the stranger. They are so bright, and the same color as the afternoon sky after a storm has passed. “Wow?” The stranger parrots as $Zheshe focuses on your wound. “You are quite striking.” $Zcapitalheshe stops and looks at you with one eyebrow cocked. “Was that an archery pun?” “Wha- no, it was a compliment,” you say. “No one’s ever told me something like that before. Thank you. I was actually thinking the same about you.” $Zcapitalheshe smiles as $Zheshe continues to clean your wound. “It doesn’t look too bad,” the stranger continues quietly. “Guess you’re just a bleeder.” You murmur a thanks, not really paying much attention to $Zhisher words as you soak up the warmth of $Zhisher kindness. “I’m Zahn, by the way.” $Zcapitalheshe steps back from you, flipping $Zhisher cloaks to the side like some performer. “I’m a pilgrim of the True Church of Din, and I’m so glad to meet you! Though, I am sorry you hit your head.” Zahn pouts as $Zheshe stares at your head wound. You wave it away. <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>“It will heal, think nothing of it,”<<else>>“I have a habit of making dramatic entrances,”<</if>> you say. Zahn grins. “Of course. Can I have your name?” “$mc, $mc Northbreaker.” “Ooh, are you one of those noble rich people from Codrin?<<if $mc is 'Noodles'>> Your name is as delicious as you appear!<</if>>” “Um, no, I’m not a noble at all. Why would you think that?” “You have a last name, and it sounds like something a big noble family would have.” $Zcapitalheshe shrugs. “I’m just from Stonebrook. I don’t think there’s anyone there that could be considered nobility. The name came from my grandfather, but I never met him, and Papa never said if he was rich.” “So, what are you doing all the way out here? Why were you running?” Your face heats. Should you really tell this stranger that you were scared out of your mind, thinking you were being chased? Was anything even really perusing you this whole time, or was your mind playing tricks? [[Tell Zahn the truth.|3.20a]] [[Play it down.|3.20b]]

<<set $Zgen to 'male'>> You clutch your own weapon to the point your knuckles have turned white, but you are stuck, if this person has their bow trained on you already, your only hope is to be obedient. You don’t move, but you can at least try to talk them down. Your first response is to… [[Plead.|3.22a]] [[Reason.|3.22b]] [[Joke.|3.22c]]

<<set $Zgen to 'female'>> You clutch your own weapon to the point your knuckles have turned white, but you are stuck, if this person has their bow trained on you already, your only hope is to be obedient. You don’t move, but you can at least try to talk them down. Your first response is to… [[Plead.|3.22a]] [[Reason.|3.22b]] [[Joke.|3.22c]]

<<nobr>> <<if $Zgen is 'female'>> <<set $Zheshe to 'she'>> <<set $Zcapitalheshe to 'She'>> <<set $Zhisher to 'her'>> <<set $Zcapitalhisher to 'Her'>> <<set $Zhimher to 'her'>> <<set $Zcapitalhimher to 'Her'>> <<set $Zhishers to 'hers'>> <<set $Zcapitalhishers to 'Hers'>> <<set $Zhimselfherself to 'herself'>> <<set $Zcapitalhimselfherself to 'Herself'>> <<set $Zmanwoperson to 'woman'>> <<set $Zsondtrchild to 'daughter'>> <<elseif $Zgen is 'male'>> <<set $Zheshe to 'he'>> <<set $Zcapitalheshe to 'He'>> <<set $Zhisher to 'his'>> <<set $Zcapitalhisher to 'His'>> <<set $Zhimher to 'him'>> <<set $Zcapitalhimher to 'Him'>> <<set $Zhishers to 'his'>> <<set $Zcapitalhishers to 'His'>> <<set $Zhimselfherself to 'himself'>> <<set $Zcapitalhimselfherself to 'Himself'>> <<set $Zmanwoperson to 'man'>> <<set $Zsondtrchild to 'son'>> <</if>> <</nobr>> Your mind goes through a hundred things to say, anything that may spare you, but you come up empty. “Please.” It’s the only word that can leave your lips. They only chuckle. [[The last thing you hear is the subtle twang of the bowstring.|3.23]]

<<nobr>> <<if $Zgen is 'female'>> <<set $Zheshe to 'she'>> <<set $Zcapitalheshe to 'She'>> <<set $Zhisher to 'her'>> <<set $Zcapitalhisher to 'Her'>> <<set $Zhimher to 'her'>> <<set $Zcapitalhimher to 'Her'>> <<set $Zhishers to 'hers'>> <<set $Zcapitalhishers to 'Hers'>> <<set $Zhimselfherself to 'herself'>> <<set $Zcapitalhimselfherself to 'Herself'>> <<set $Zmanwoperson to 'woman'>> <<set $Zsondtrchild to 'daughter'>> <<elseif $Zgen is 'male'>> <<set $Zheshe to 'he'>> <<set $Zcapitalheshe to 'He'>> <<set $Zhisher to 'his'>> <<set $Zcapitalhisher to 'His'>> <<set $Zhimher to 'him'>> <<set $Zcapitalhimher to 'Him'>> <<set $Zhishers to 'his'>> <<set $Zcapitalhishers to 'His'>> <<set $Zhimselfherself to 'himself'>> <<set $Zcapitalhimselfherself to 'Himself'>> <<set $Zmanwoperson to 'man'>> <<set $Zsondtrchild to 'son'>> <</if>> <</nobr>> Your mind goes through a hundred things to say, anything that may spare you, but you come up empty. “I’m...I’m not really worth the trouble. I’m just trying to survive.” That’s it. That’s all you’ve got. They only chuckle. [[The last thing you hear is the subtle twang of the bowstring.|3.23]]

<<nobr>> <<if $Zgen is 'female'>> <<set $Zheshe to 'she'>> <<set $Zcapitalheshe to 'She'>> <<set $Zhisher to 'her'>> <<set $Zcapitalhisher to 'Her'>> <<set $Zhimher to 'her'>> <<set $Zcapitalhimher to 'Her'>> <<set $Zhishers to 'hers'>> <<set $Zcapitalhishers to 'Hers'>> <<set $Zhimselfherself to 'herself'>> <<set $Zcapitalhimselfherself to 'Herself'>> <<set $Zmanwoperson to 'woman'>> <<set $Zsondtrchild to 'daughter'>> <<elseif $Zgen is 'male'>> <<set $Zheshe to 'he'>> <<set $Zcapitalheshe to 'He'>> <<set $Zhisher to 'his'>> <<set $Zcapitalhisher to 'His'>> <<set $Zhimher to 'him'>> <<set $Zcapitalhimher to 'Him'>> <<set $Zhishers to 'his'>> <<set $Zcapitalhishers to 'His'>> <<set $Zhimselfherself to 'himself'>> <<set $Zcapitalhimselfherself to 'Himself'>> <<set $Zmanwoperson to 'man'>> <<set $Zsondtrchild to 'son'>> <</if>> <</nobr>> Your mind goes through a hundred things to say, anything that may spare you, but you come up empty. “Please...I’m far too gorgeous to meet such a fate.” That’s it. That’s all you’ve got. They only chuckle. [[The last thing you hear is the subtle twang of the bowstring.|3.23]]

…. But, pain never comes. //Did $Zheshe miss//? Or did you just die instantly? You’re uncertain if you should move or not. “That was a close call!” $Zheshe calls out in a chipper tone. It startles you. Slowly, you turn to face your potential-assailant. Not far behind you stands a $Zmanwoperson, a bow held loosely at $Zhisher side. The stranger seems unperturbed as $Zheshe approaches. You finally get a good look at $Zhimher. A bit on the small side, ordinary height, fawn skin with what appears to be a bit of sun or wind burn along $Zhisher cheeks hiding a dappling of freckles. There are dark shadows under $Zhisher eyes, and you wonder if the two of you match in that regard. You realize that $Zheshe is wearing at least three cloaks, the outer one being a faded blue in color, frayed at the ends. $Zcapitalhishers tunic is a plain grey and you spot patches of different colors. The same goes for $Zhisher pants, they’re a dull brown and appear to be barely stitched together. $Zcapitalheshe seems to be waiting for you to speak, looking at you expectantly. “Close one?” you ask. “Yeah.” $Zcapitalheshe points down at your feet, a big grin on pale pink lips. You glance down and see an arrow, an arrow through the head of a snake, just an arm’s length away from your feet. It’s a viper, likely venomous, and a large one at that. You turn your gaze to your...savior? “Um, sorry I didn’t say hello or anything; I was scared you’d get bitten if you moved before I could shoot it. Vipers are always extra cranky in early spring. Too chilly. I’m Zahn, by the way.” While you’re floundering to say anything in response, Zahn makes a show of flourishing out $Zhisher cloak like a performer. Belatedly, you realize that you are still holding your weapon. Zahn seems completely unphased, though you had definitely been preparing yourself to use it on someone or something just moments ago. You eye the dead viper again. It has the tell-tale pattern of the venomous ones your fathers taught you to avoid, a brown-grey body with black points along it’s back. You should probably thank this person. “I'm...$mc, $mc Northbreaker. Thank you...for getting the snake before it got me.” A big smile lights up Zahn’s face, and you briefly spot a slight gap in $Zhisher front teeth. “You’re welcome. You might have been okay, but I didn’t want to take that chance.<<if $mc is 'Noodles'>> Your name is as delicious as you appear!<</if>>” [[Just as you’re about to speak again, you hear a sharp whoosh.|3.24]]

Zahn cries out as $Zheshe drops $Zhisher bow, stumbling away from you in surprise. $Zcapitalhisher hand oozes blood, and you realize another arrow has lodged close to your feet. Panic nearly takes you before you hear a familiar voice. “Step away, stranger, the next is aimed at your heart!” Oswin commands from the tree line. You hadn’t even heard him approach. Zahn whirls around, clutching $Zhisher hand close to $Zhisher chest, as the other reaches for a small dagger. Oswin makes no effort to remain quiet any longer as he charges towards you in an instant, grabbing Zahn in a swift move you didn’t even know he was capable of. Zahn is rendered helpless in an instant, the dagger tossed away, as Oswin restrains $Zhimher. But Zahn is slippery and wriggles away. You jump back as a scuffle ensues, Zahn evading capture only for Oswin to get at $Zhimher again and again. It happens so fast that you don’t get much time to react. [[Beg them to stop, before they get hurt.|3.25a][$GentleAssertive to Math.clamp($GentleAssertive + 5, 0, 100)]] [[Laugh. This is hilarious.|3.25b][$SeriousPlayful to Math.clamp($SeriousPlayful - 5, 0, 100)]] [[Command them to stop being ridiculous.|3.25c][$SeriousPlayful to Math.clamp($SeriousPlayful + 5, 0, 100)]] [[Get in the middle of it to put a stop to it.|3.25d][$RecklessCautious to Math.clamp($RecklessCautious + 6, 0, 100)]] [[Let Oswin handle it.|3.25e][$RecklessCautious to Math.clamp($RecklessCautious - 6, 0, 100)]]

Despite the disparity in their sizes, and that Zahn seems to be some sort of religious pilgrim, they seem to be a decent match with each other. You take note that Oswin seems determined to capture and not necessarily harm the newcomer, at least you think. Still, they’ve taken to scuffling on the ground, knocking their way through the remnants of the campfire, agitating $mountname, and scattering supplies they run into. “Stop!” you cry out, keeping slightly away so you don’t get caught up in their commotion. “Please! This will only serve to get you both hurt!” Zahn chimes in, voice going high, “I also agree we should stop!” You get the sense that Oswin doesn’t agree with the assessment as he launches himself at Zahn, more aggressively than before. Zahn yipes as $Zheshe is taken to the ground again on their stomach, Oswin pinning $Zhimher definitively, yanking Zahn’s arms behind $Zhisher back. The pilgrim is caught completely with Oswin on $Zhisher back and arms out of commission. “Cut it out, Oswin!” you scold. “You’re going to hurt $Zhimher!” “Have you gone mad?” Oswin replies, “Do you not remember what I told you? They were armed, you were in danger!” “$Zcapitalheshe just saved my life! Zahn shot a venomous snake that could have bitten me. We were just getting introduced, $Zcapitalheshe didn’t mean me any harm!” You try to gently pull Oswin from Zahn’s back, but he doesn’t budge. “It’s true,” Zahn squeaks. “I just stumbled on your camp while foraging. I was trying to make sure //you// weren’t dangerous, and then I saw $mc with a viper at their feet! Please, believe me, I swear on Faith, I mean no harm!” Zahn seems to run out of air, Oswin’s greater size putting too much pressure for $Zhimher to continue. [[You tug at Oswin again.|3.26]]

Despite the disparity in their sizes, and that Zahn seems to be some sort of religious pilgrim, they seem to be a decent match with each other. You take note that Oswin seems determined to capture and not necessarily harm the newcomer, at least you think. Still, they’ve taken to scuffling on the ground, knocking their way through the remnants of the campfire, agitating $mountname, and scattering supplies they run into. You watch in amusement as, after each grab or tackle from Oswin, Zahn manages to squirrel away and dance out of reach. $Zcapitalheshe seems to know as well as you do, that if Oswin manages to get a good hold, there will be no escaping. Zahn tosses a small handful of dirt at Oswin, who narrowly avoids getting it in his eyes. In return, Oswin catches the end of Zahn’s cloak and yanks $Zhimher back, dropping $Zhimher to the ground with a yelp. A chuckle bubbles up from within you. It boils over until you are trying to stifle hysterical laughter as Oswin attempts to untangle his bracers from Zahn’s ratty cloak and get to the wily newcomer. Eventually Zahn abandons the cloak completely, only to reveal more cloaks underneath. Your laughter is no longer contained, and you clutch your side as Zahn runs away again. “I don’t find this very funny, $mc!” Zahn cries as Oswin catches up. “Your friend is very strong and very cranky! A little help would be appreciated.” This makes you laugh more. “Have you gone mad?” Oswin shouts in question, “They were armed, you were in danger! Why in blazes are you //laughing//!?” Suddenly, you find yourself between them, Zahn using you as a shield as the two circle each other. “I swear,” Zahn pleads, “I meant no harm. I just stumbled on your camp while foraging.” Zahn dodges a grab from Oswin. “I was trying to make sure //you// weren’t dangerous, and then I saw $mc with a viper at $hisher feet! Please, believe me, I swear to it on Faith!” Despite Zahn’s speech, Oswin feints to one side and then catches Zahn who has fallen for the trick. The two are on the ground with Oswin completely pinning and roughly restraining $Zhisher arms. Your chuckling subsides. “Oswin, that’s enough, it’s true. Zahn got the snake before it could get me. I hadn’t even seen it. Just leave $Zhimher be. As fun as it is to see you two stumble about one another, you should both just settle down.” [[You tug on Oswin’s shoulder.|3.26]]

Despite the disparity in their sizes and that Zahn seems to be some sort of religious pilgrim, they seem to be a decent match with each other. You take note that Oswin seems determined to capture and not necessarily harm the newcomer, at least you think. Still, they’ve taken to scuffling on the ground, knocking their way through the remnants of the campfire, agitating $mountname, and scattering supplies they run into. “Stop!” you demand, staying just out of the commotion, but providing a presence to help deter them. “You are being ridiculous, let’s just speak on this!” Zahn chimes in, “I also agree we should stop!” You get the sense that Oswin doesn’t agree with the assessment as he launches himself at Zahn, more aggressively than before. Zahn yipes as $Zheshe is taken to the ground again on their stomach, Oswin pinning $Zhimher definitively, yanking Zahn’s arms behind $Zhisher back. The pilgrim is caught completely with Oswin on $Zhisher back and arms out of commission. “Cut it out, Oswin!” you scold. “You are acting like a child!” “Have you gone mad?” Oswin replies, “Do you not remember what I told you? They were armed, you were in danger!” “$Zcapitalheshe just saved my life! Zahn just shot a venomous snake that could have bitten me. We were just getting introduced, $Zheshe didn’t mean me any harm!” You try to pull Oswin from Zahn’s back, but he doesn’t budge, even when you give him a hearty yank. “It’s true,” Zahn squeaks. “I just stumbled on your camp while foraging. I was trying to make sure //you// weren’t dangerous, and then I saw $mc with a viper at their feet! Please, believe me, I swear on Faith, I mean no harm!” Zahn seems to run out of air, Oswin’s greater size putting too much pressure for $Zhimher to continue. [[You tug at Oswin again.|3.26]]

Despite the disparity in their sizes and that Zahn seems to be some sort of religious pilgrim, they seem to be a decent match with each other. You take note that Oswin seems determined to capture and not necessarily harm the newcomer, at least you think. Still, they’ve taken to scuffling on the ground, knocking their way through the remnants of the campfire, agitating $mountname, and scattering supplies they run into. On impulse, you try to get in the middle of the two. They dodge around you, Zahn running in a circle to use you as a shield as Oswin tries to avoid getting to close. You grab Oswin by the shoulders, but he pulls free and takes after Zahn. “Help me, $mc!” Zahn cries as Oswin pulls $Zhimher back by the cloak. You storm over to them and yank the cloak from Oswin’s grasp, and then push him back. He looks exceedingly grumpy about it. Zahn sticks $Zhisher tongue out to mock your guide, so you wrap your knuckles against $Zhisher forehead. “Both of you will stop this instant. You are tearing up the camp, spooking my poor <<if $mount is 'mule'>>mule<<else>>horse<</if>>, and giving me a worse headache than I already have.” Zahn crosses $Zhisher arms. “I will gladly if this brute will settle down, though, if he’s as dumb as he looks, I like my chances.” $Zheshe smirks, becoming over-confident that you appear to be on $Zhisher side. Oswin breaks free in a flash, bypassing you with ease and tackling Zahn to the ground. The pilgrim squeals in alarm and tries to scurry away, but $Zheshe is pinned with arms behind $Zhisher back and a triumphant Oswin sitting atop $Zhimher. “Have you gone mad? Why in blazes would you try to defend this person?” Oswin barks at you. “Do you not remember what I told you? They were armed, you were in danger!” “$Zcapitalheshe just saved my life! Zahn just shot a venomous snake that could have bitten me. We were just getting introduced, $Zheshe didn’t mean me any harm!” You try to pull Oswin from Zahn’s back, but he doesn’t budge, even when you give him a hearty yank. “It’s true,” Zahn squeaks. “I just stumbled on your camp while foraging. I was trying to make sure //you// weren’t dangerous, and then I saw $mc with a viper at their feet! Please, believe me, I swear on Faith, I mean no harm!” Zahn seems to run out of air, Oswin’s greater size putting too much pressure for $Zhimher to continue. [[You tug at Oswin’s shoulder.|3.26]]

Oswin finally sighs and slowly gets up, watching Zahn’s movements like a hawk eyeing a mouse. Zahn remains frozen, not even moving $Zhisher hands from $Zhisher back. Once Oswin is a few paces back, next to you, Zahn relaxes, but remains laying on the ground. Before you can move or say anything else, Oswin is checking you over, keeping Zahn within his line of sight. He fusses over your face, your hands, and even your clothes before he’s satisfied that you’re mostly in one piece . “What in blazes are you doing out of bed?” he asks, not noting the fact that your bedroll and supplies were caught up in the tussle. Had you still been in bed, they’d have crushed you. As pain blooms in your head again, you are harshly reminded why you were in bed to begin with. In all the chaos, your adrenaline had made you forget about the ache and fog on your mind. At least the distractions were a reprieve from your current condition. <<if $tellOsleep is 'false'>>A wave of dizziness crashes over you, and Oswin steadies you with strong hands on your shoulders. Nausea ripples in your gut and exhaustion threatens to drag you down.<</if>><<if $tellOhead is 'false'>>A wave of dizziness crashes over you, and Oswin steadies you with strong hands on your shoulders. Nausea ripples in your gut.<</if>><<if $tellOsleep is 'true'>>Your head spins a bit, making you close your eyes for a moment, making you realize how tired you still are.<</if>><<if $tellOhead is 'true'>>A small wave of nausea stirs your gut a moment before you shake it off.<</if>> Oswin removes a glove and presses the back of his hand to your forehead and then your cheek. “You don’t feel quite feverish, but you should lay down, just in case. Me and your new //friend// will clean this up while you relax, and then we’ll have a talk.” Oswin’s expression morphs from concern to disdain as he watches Zahn. Feeling a little more comfortable, Zahn shuffles away and picks up the dead viper by the arrow protruding through it, holding it up. “Do either of you mind if I eat this?” [[Oswin sighs again.|3.27]]

Oswin and Zahn make short work of putting the camp back together. You sit up on your bedroll, leaning against the tree for support as $mountname noses over you, seeming to check your well-being. After Oswin barks at Zahn a few times to stop touching things, $Zheshe sticks to rebuilding the campfire and prepping the viper. You suppose $Zheshe really plans to eat it. “Is a venomous snake even safe to eat?” you ask. Zahn nods. “Yeah, the venom is only around the head. The meat is still good. Actually tastes pretty great, I think. Not that I’m glad you were in danger, but I am really happy for the meal – I’m so hungry!” Zahn’s eyes light up as $Zheshe eyes the poor dead creature. “I’ll share with you, of course!” You shake your head. “I’m good, thanks.” Zahn shrugs and then sets about dressing the snake to cook. Once $Zhisher knife comes out, Oswin is quick to stay near you and watch $Zhimher closely. Once he’s satisfied that Zahn won’t try anything untoward, he fusses over you – giving you herbs and water and checking you again for any sign of fever. You’re feeling quite run-down, but admittedly better than you did a couple days ago. You get the sense that you’ll want to retire soon and sleep as long as possible. Once all of you are settled, fed and medicated, you all decide to talk. You rehash the story of what happened. Oswin doesn’t discount that you heard something in the woods, and Zahn tries to support your claim. “I’ve been hearing strange things here and there,” Zahn says. “Though I didn’t hear what $mc did, I’ve heard odd things the last couple days at least. It seems almost like normal sounds you’d hear in the wood, but something about it...feels wrong. And, then my food went missing last night while I slept.” You and Oswin share a look. An uncomfortable feeling settles in your gut. Oswin’s paranoia about being watched coupled with your own missing supplies seems too clear a sign to ignore. Zahn’s brow pinches. “I’m sorry if I’ve only alarmed you further. It may be something completely harmless still. If not harmless, at least not...as menacing?” $Zcapitalheshe rubs their hands together, looking apologetic. “It’s a bit far from their territory, but I suppose it could have been a boar. They can be smart, even sneaky. $mc, if you were anxious, it may have just been a deer.” Oswin says. “You’ve been through a lot; I don’t doubt you heard things and I don’t doubt Zahn’s account either, but perhaps our minds are playing into paranoia. I speak from experience.” Zahn nods vigorously. “I’ve been there too. It was like that for me when I started this pilgrimage. I’ve traveled on my own a lot, but I’ve never been this far from a city before.” “What church do you hale from?” Oswin asks. “The True Church of Din, my sect resides within Lale for the time being.” “I’ve heard of the ‘//True Church//’ before, seemed like zealots to me. You don’t seem quite as mad, I’ll give you that.” Zahn chuckles, and you think it sounds a bit nervous. “It’s true, some of our members are a bit too...passionate, but there’s lots of other fine people.” You chime in, “So, who was Din?” “Oh, this is perfect! That’s why I’m on this journey; I’m supposed to find people and answer that question.” Zahn sits up, straightening $Zhisher posture, eyes drifting over in thought. “So, Din //is// the god of Faith, and is even called...well, he even //is// the God of gods in our beliefs.” Oswin grumbles. “Memorized like a true $Zmanwoperson of conviction.” You nudge Oswin with a fist and give him a withering look. Zahn seems unphased. “Without Din, the connection between all other gods and humans as it was, would not have been possible. He was the reason that prayers could be heard from any distance, through him, all churches for all gods were able to get a foothold. It’s our hope that our faith will help quell Hayat and Casimir’s ire, and they’ll return the gods to their full power.” Oswin grimaces. “Why would that matter now? The gods have been silent for, what, 900 years? Humanity has done fine.” “Doesn’t mean we shouldn’t be thankful still.” Zahn says. “What does Din possibly do for you today that you’re so thankful for.” “//Oswin//,” you chide. Zahn shifts uncomfortably. “Well...I have a home because of him. It’s not perfect, but I’m fed and have shelter. Well, when I’m not pilgrimming!” Zahn chuckles. [[Oswin’s shouders sag.|3.28]]

Despite the disparity in their sizes and that Zahn seems to be some sort of religious pilgrim, they seem to be a decent match with each other. You take note that Oswin seems determined to capture and not necessarily harm the newcomer, at least you think. Still, they’ve taken to scuffling on the ground, knocking their way through the remnants of the campfire, agitating $mountname, and scattering supplies they run into. A multitude of thoughts get caught in your head. Should you intervene? Oswin is much more experienced than you, though. Surely, he’s doing the right thing, right? What would you even do or say? Is it your place? You also don’t want to get hurt nor do you want either of them injured. You back away a bit and watch on, unsure. Thankfully, neither of them seem keen to escalate into a bigger fight, but Oswin is very clearly determined to see Zahn restrained. What if he hurts $Zhimher once Zahn is captured? Oswin wouldn’t do that, right? While your turmoil flares, Zahn begs Oswin to be reasonable. “Really, I meant no harm. I just stumbled on your camp while foraging.” Zahn dodges a grab from Oswin. “I was trying to make sure whoever was here wasn’t dangerous, and then I saw $mc with a viper at $hisher feet! Please, believe me, I swear to it on Faith!” Oswin sneers. “I’ve heard all that before, stranger. It’s exactly the bullshit thieves and traffickers would say to gain trust.” “I’m not those things!” Zahn cries, narrowly missing a lunge from Oswin. “I’m on a pilgrimage for my church!” “And you think a church means you’re incapable of doing horrendous things!?” You hear real venom in Oswin’s tone, it makes you shift uncomfortably. “Then I suppose we’re on the same playing field, you thug!” Zahn clips back. The tension is easily tenfold what it was before. In a flash, Oswin feints and tricks Zahn to misdirect $Zhimher. The two are on the ground with Oswin completely pinning and roughly restraining $Zhisher arms. You can’t hang back anymore. Cautiously, you approach, not knowing what to do, so you just say Oswin’s name. “Oswin…” He stills, his ear turning towards you. “Oswin….” [[You gently pull Oswin’s shoulder.|3.26]]

<<set $Zcodex to true>><<set $ZstatCurrent to "Currently Undefined">> After a brief apology, Oswin continues to ask Zahn questions. You learn that $Zheshe is also planning on going to Codrin, and has no mount as part of the rules for the pilgrimage. As a follower of Din, Zahn is required to travel on $Zhisher own ability and faith, relying on the kindness of others if possible. You also quickly figure out that Zahn doesn’t have the greatest sense of direction, at least across large expanses. $Zcapitalheshe split off from a road a long time ago, traveled through wilderness, missed Stonebrook completely, and only recently rediscovered the road. $Zcapitalheshe has only met a couple hunters along the way and hasn’t seen anyone else. As you listen, your eyes start to get heavy and their voices being to muddle in your ears. Your headache returns with a fiery anger, and soon Oswin is helping ease you down to lay on your back. After that, your awareness drifts in an out. Oswin occasionally helps you sip fresh water and you hear Zahn fuss over how warm you are. In the last sliver of consciousness you have, blue eyes are gazing into yours and a cool hand gently touches your forehead. [[You hear soft humming.|3.29]]

You sleep for most of that day and into the evening. Oswin rouses you long enough to eat something and drink. You’re barely awake even then, and you note Zahn trying to keep you conscious long enough to get the sustenance down. At least they haven’t tried to kill each other while you slept. When you awake the next day, it is already nearly noon. Zahn brings you a water skin and insists that you drink as much as possible, while Oswin presents small slices of fruit and bread for you to eat. Though groggy, you manage to eat and drink your fill. Thankfully, your headache has greatly lessened. You notice that your camp appears to have been packed and tidied and Oswin has gathered the mounts. Both Oswin and Zahn sit next to you, and $mountname leers as close as their tether will allow. Oswin clears his throat. “So, $mc, now that you have rested a bit – I think we should press on to the camp I told you about before. If we leave soon, we can make it there before evening and settle in. I’d like to gauge how well you can travel as-is so we can determine how many days you should relax once we’re there.” Zahn is smiling from ear to ear, rocking side to side. “I’m coming too!” $Zheshe excitedly blurts. Oswin rolls his eyes. Your brow quirks. “Really? You actually got Oswin to agree to this?” Perhaps Zahn’s sweet nature has rubbed off on the mercenary while you were sleeping. “It took a long time, but he agreed to let me tag along. He also threatened me a lot, but I suppose that’s fair.” “Don’t think you’re the one that convinced me; I’m trying to do what’s best for $himher. Having another set of hands and eyes will help ensure $mc stays safe and well. I will have my eyes on you the entire time - if you even think about crossing us-” Zahn chuckles. “I beat him at a little shooting competition we had while you were passed out.” “You did not //beat// me, we tied.” Oswin barks, which only makes Zahn laugh more. “I split your arrow,” $Zheshe goads. Oswin grits his teeth. “You merely nicked the fletching!” The pilgrim leans back on $Zhisher hands, smirking at you. “Looked split from where I was standing.” Oswin gets up abruptly. “Yes, well, that would only lend you credence if your eyes weren’t so crooked,” he snaps before hustling off to tend to Flit. You take a good look at Zahn’s very much not-crooked eyes. They shine with pure mirth. “I think we’ll have fun, $mc, especially if he’s //that// easy to rile. I hope you don’t mind, but I used some magic to try to help you feel a little better. I’m not good at recovery or healing, at least on others, but I tried. Oh, and I didn’t touch you or anything while you were sleeping. I’m not...I wouldn’t do that.” [[“Thanks, all the same; I appreciate it.”|3.30a][$GentleAssertive to Math.clamp($GentleAssertive + 3, 0, 100)]] [[“You didn’t have to do that.”|3.30b][$SeriousPlayful to Math.clamp($SeriousPlayful + 3, 0, 100)]] $flirt_label [[“I probably wouldn’t mind you touching me.”|3.30c][$BoldflirtShyflirt to Math.clamp($BoldflirtShyflirt + 3, 0, 100)]] $flirt_label [[You flush at the thought of Zahn’s touch.|3.30d][$BoldflirtShyflirt to Math.clamp($BoldflirtShyflirt - 3, 0, 100)]]

You and your new acquaintance trek back through the forest to your camp. Zahn has to point you back to the direction you ran from, proving $Zhisher helpfulness right away as you were set on the complete opposite path. The area doesn’t look completely familiar, but you do spot some specific trees and large rotted logs that you remember dodging in your panic. “So, you said you’ve been ill?” Zahn asks. “Yes, <<if $tellOsleep is 'true'>>I’ve had a great deal of trouble sleeping. I came down with a horrible headache as well, and I’m not sure if it’s from sleeplessness or if...if I’ve fallen ill.<</if>><<if $tellOhead is 'true'>>I suddenly came down with a severe headache a couple days ago. I ended up blacking out.<</if>><<if $tellOsleep is 'false'>>I’ve had a great deal of trouble sleeping. I blacked out while we were traveling and hit my head.” You touch the still-tender spot. “I still have a pretty bad headache from it all.<</if>><<if $tellOhead is 'false'>>I came down with a pretty severe headache. I blacked out, fell off my mount and dashed my head on something. Needless to say, it did not help my condition.<</if>> “That’s dreadful. I may be able to help, just a little.” “Are you gifted in medicine?” $Zcapitalheshe shakes $Zhisher head. “No, but I can manipulate magic a bit. Healing is not something I’m gifted in, but I could alleviate a bit of pain and help you recover a bit faster.” Zahn waves the arrow with the dead snake attached as $Zheshe gestures while talking. “I’ve used it on myself plenty; I might be able to help you sleep too if you need. Oh, and I have tried to use it on a couple sect members too. One had a cold, the other...was having some other troubles. I wasn’t able to help him.” “What other troubles?” You’re not sure if you should ask, but your curiosity is piqued. “Like...you know…” Zahn points down. “No, I don’t know...what does that-” you gesture down, “mean?” Zahn lowers $Zhisher voice to a whisper, though there is nothing but forest around you. “My church doesn’t like it when I say these things, so I don’t know if I should.” <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>You sigh. “If you are not comfortable, that is fine, but I cannot understand what you are hinting at. Speak freely.”<<else>>You chuckle. “I might know what you’re getting at, feel free to say it.”<</if>> Zahn straightens and gives you a crooked smile. “His cock wouldn’t get up.” $Zcapitalheshe says with a layer of pride and mischief to $Zhisher face before breaking out into a giggle. You shake your head and grin, just a bit. Zahn’s presence does make you feel a bit better. Even if $Zheshe seems a bit silly. [[Before you know it, you’re back at camp.|3.20c1]]

Aside from $mountname looking a bit cranky, the camp looks fine. There’s no sign of Oswin, though. Zahn pokes around a bit after tossing the dead snake close to the remnants of the campfire, unshouldering $Zhisher bow as you make to return to your bedroll. The peace is immediately shattered as a figure suddenly rushes Zahn, knocking the bow from $Zhisher hand and sending $Zhimher crashing to the ground with a cry. You yelp in alarm before you even realize that it is Oswin. Zahn manages to slip away and stand up to face $Zhisher attacker, reaching for a dagger. Oswin quickly disarms $Zhimher by flicking his own knife, striking Zahn right in the hand so the dagger falls to the wayside. “Wait!” you cry out. But they don’t, and a chase ensues. Despite the disparity in their sizes, and that Zahn seems to be some sort of religious pilgrim, they seem to be a decent match with each other. You take note that Oswin seems determined to capture and not necessarily harm the newcomer, at least you think. Still, they’ve taken to scuffling on the ground, knocking their way through the remnants of the campfire, agitating $mountname, and scattering supplies they run into. A multitude of thoughts get caught in your head. Should you intervene? Oswin is much more experienced than you, though. Surely, he’s doing the right thing, right? What would you even do or say? Is it your place? You also don’t want to get hurt nor do you want either of them injured. You back away a bit and watch on, unsure. Thankfully, neither of them seem keen to escalate into a bigger fight, but Oswin is very clearly determined to see Zahn restrained. What if he hurts $Zhimher once Zahn is captured? Oswin wouldn’t do that, right? The stranger has been so nice to you, should you help $Zhimher? While your turmoil flares, Zahn begs Oswin to be reasonable. “Really, I mean no harm. We stumbled across one another in the woods.” Zahn dodges a grab from Oswin. “I was trying to make sure $mc was okay, and then I saw a viper at $hisher feet! I was only helping, so I could be sure $heshe got back safely. Please, believe me, I swear to it on Faith!” Oswin sneers. “I’ve heard all that before, stranger. It’s exactly the bullshit thieves and traffickers would say to gain trust.” “I’m not those things!” Zahn cries, narrowly missing a lunge from Oswin. “I’m on a pilgrimage for my church!” “And you think a church means you’re incapable of doing horrendous things!?” You hear real venom in Oswin’s tone, it makes you shift uncomfortably. “Then I suppose we’re on the same playing field, you thug!” Zahn clips back. The tension is easily tenfold what it was before. In a flash, Oswin feints and tricks Zahn to misdirect $Zhimher. The two are on the ground with Oswin completely pinning and roughly restraining $Zhisher arms. You can’t hang back anymore. Cautiously, you approach, not knowing what to do, so you just say Oswin’s name. “Oswin…” He stills, his ear turning towards you. “Oswin….” [[You gently pull Oswin’s shoulder.|3.26]]

“You’re welcome, my new friend. Oh, we can be friends right? Or, become friends. We don’t have to be friends right now – today – or even tomorrow, but later. We’ll work on that, yeah?” You snort. “Yeah, we’ll see where things go.” “It’ll be so nice not to travel alone for a change.” Zahn sighs, looking upward. “The pilgrimage stuff has been lonely work. I’m supposed to help people when I can, but I’ve hardly seen anyone and the ones I have seen don’t want my help.” “How long are you supposed to travel?” you ask. “Until the cold starts to set in before winter. If I return, the Acceptor that leads our sect will elevate me from Acolyte to Upholder. If I’ve managed to do something, um...noteworthy – I guess, he’ll elevate me further.” “So you have ranks in your order?” “Sort of. There’s some perks that come with being elevated, but...well, I don’t really care about that. To stay in the church, I have to at least do this journey, and a few other things the Acceptor orders – oh, and pay penance when I mess up – but as long as I have a home to go back to, I don’t really care what my rank is.” Zahn looks down and begins poking through the dirt. “Penance?” “Yeah, when you do something bad or against Din, you have to be set right again. The Acceptor has helped me a lot with that.” Zahn smiles, but it doesn’t look genuine or even amused. Suspicion tugs at the back of your mind. “Is that okay? Do you really believe in this god to that extent?” “Well, I do, of course. I think I’d like to meet him in person one day. They say that if you’re a dedicated member for a long time, he will actually talk to you. I owe him a lot too, probably my life.” [[It’s not really your business, maybe you should change the subject.|3.31a]] [[You put a supportive hand on Zahn’s shoulder|3.31b]] [[This church doesn’t seem good for Zahn, and you say as much.|3.31c]] $flirt_label [[You shyly reach out and touch the back of Zahn’s hand to show your concern.|3.31d]] $flirt_label [[Suggest Zahn could come stay with you.|3.31e]]

Zahn chuckles. “I //wanted// to. I only wish I could have gotten your permission directly, but Oswin watched me like a warden with a vendetta. He was resistant at first, but I think his concern for you won out. He really frets over you, you know.” “I’ve noticed. He takes his job seriously, I suppose I can respect that.” “We should be friends like that, yeah? I’m happy to worry over you.” Zahn leans forward with a big grin. “If you want, I want that, but you can take some time and see how you feel about it, yeah?” You snort. “Yeah, we’ll see where things go.” “It’ll be so nice not to travel alone for a change.” Zahn sighs, looking upward. “The pilgrimage stuff has been lonely work. I’m supposed to help people when I can, but I’ve hardly seen anyone and the ones I have seen don’t want my help.” “How long are you supposed to travel?” you ask. “Until the cold starts to set in before winter. If I return, the Acceptor that leads our sect will elevate me from Acolyte to Upholder. If I’ve managed to do something, um...noteworthy – I guess, he’ll elevate me further.” “So you have ranks in your order?” “Sort of. There’s some perks that come with being elevated, but...well, I don’t really care about that. To stay in the church, I have to at least do this journey, and a few other things the Acceptor orders – oh, and pay penance when I mess up – but as long as I have a home to go back to, I don’t really care what my rank is.” Zahn looks down and begins poking through the dirt. “Penance?” “Yeah, when you do something bad or against Din, you have to be set right again. The Acceptor has helped me a lot with that.” Zahn smiles, but it doesn’t look genuine or even amused. Suspicion tugs at the back of your mind. “Is that okay? Do you really believe in this god to that extent?” “Well, I do, of course. I think I’d like to meet him in person one day. They say that if you’re a dedicated member for a long time, he will actually talk to you. I owe him a lot too, probably my life.” [[It’s not really your business, maybe you should change the subject.|3.31a]] [[You put a supportive hand on Zahn’s shoulder|3.31b]] [[This church doesn’t seem good for Zahn, and you say as much.|3.31c]] $flirt_label [[You shyly reach out and touch the back of Zahn’s hand to show your concern.|3.31d]] $flirt_label [[Suggest Zahn could come stay with you.|3.31e]]

<<set $Zflirt +=3>> Zahn immediately sits up straight and gawks at you. You notice $Zhisher already-colored cheeks flushing deeper as $Zheshe smiles. “You should be careful with an invitation like that, $mc; you’ll give me all sorts of hopes and ideas.” Smirking, you say, “Maybe that’s my intention,” as you give $Zhimher your best suggestive look. An excited laugh bursts from Zahn as $Zheshe clasps $Zhisher hands together with a resounding smack. “Ooh, that gave me a shiver! No one as gorgeous as you has ever looked at me like //that//. Please say we can become friends!” You snort. “Yeah, we’ll see where things go.” “It’ll be so nice not to travel alone for a change.” Zahn sighs, looking upward. “The pilgrimage stuff has been lonely work. I’m supposed to help people when I can, but I’ve hardly seen anyone and the ones I have seen don’t want my help.” “How long are you supposed to travel?” you ask. “Until the cold starts to set in before winter. If I return, the Acceptor that leads our sect will elevate me from Acolyte to Upholder. If I’ve managed to do something, um...noteworthy – I guess, he’ll elevate me further.” “So you have ranks in your order?” “Sort of. There’s some perks that come with being elevated, but...well, I don’t really care about that. To stay in the church, I have to at least do this journey, and a few other things the Acceptor orders – oh, and pay penance when I mess up – but as long as I have a home to go back to, I don’t really care what my rank is.” Zahn looks down and begins poking through the dirt. “Penance?” “Yeah, when you do something bad or against Din, you have to be set right again. The Acceptor has helped me a lot with that.” Zahn smiles, but it doesn’t look genuine or even amused. Suspicion tugs at the back of your mind. “Is that okay? Do you really believe in this god to that extent?” “Well, I do, of course. I think I’d like to meet him in person one day. They say that if you’re a dedicated member for a long time, he will actually talk to you. I owe him a lot too, probably my life.” [[It’s not really your business, maybe you should change the subject.|3.31a]] [[You put a supportive hand on Zahn’s shoulder|3.31b]] [[This church doesn’t seem good for Zahn, and you say as much.|3.31c]] $flirt_label [[You shyly reach out and touch the back of Zahn’s hand to show your concern.|3.31d]] $flirt_label [[Suggest Zahn could come stay with you.|3.31e]]

<<set $Zflirt +=3>> Zahn immediately leans closer towards you, an almost-wicked grin spreading across $Zhisher lips. “What’s this about, $mc? Do you like that? The idea that I might touch you?” “//No//!” you insist, with a little too much passion. “That beautiful shade of red in your cheeks says otherwise,” $Zheshe taunts. “I’m happy to touch you in any way you like, of course.” You try to stammer a response, but your mind scrambles over everything you think of. Zahn presses closer, lips close to your ear as $Zheshe whispers, “I think I’d really like it if you’d touch me too. We should be friends…” Zahn pulls away, batting $Zhisher eyes at you. You clear your throat. “Yeah, we’ll see where things go.” “It’ll be so nice not to travel alone for a change.” Zahn sighs, looking upward. “The pilgrimage stuff has been lonely work. I’m supposed to help people when I can, but I’ve hardly seen anyone and the ones I have seen don’t want my help.” “How long are you supposed to travel?” you ask. “Until the cold starts to set in before winter. If I return, the Acceptor that leads our sect will elevate me from Acolyte to Upholder. If I’ve managed to do something, um...noteworthy – I guess, he’ll elevate me further.” “So you have ranks in your order?” “Sort of. There’s some perks that come with being elevated, but...well, I don’t really care about that. To stay in the church, I have to at least do this journey, and a few other things the Acceptor orders – oh, and pay penance when I mess up – but as long as I have a home to go back to, I don’t really care what my rank is.” Zahn looks down and begins poking through the dirt. “Penance?” “Yeah, when you do something bad or against Din, you have to be set right again. The Acceptor has helped me a lot with that.” Zahn smiles, but it doesn’t look genuine or even amused. Suspicion tugs at the back of your mind. “Is that okay? Do you really believe in this god to that extent?” “Well, I do, of course. I think I’d like to meet him in person one day. They say that if you’re a dedicated member for a long time, he will actually talk to you. I owe him a lot too, probably my life.” [[It’s not really your business, maybe you should change the subject.|3.31a]] [[You put a supportive hand on Zahn’s shoulder|3.31b]] [[This church doesn’t seem good for Zahn, and you say as much.|3.31c]] $flirt_label [[You shyly reach out and touch the back of Zahn’s hand to show your concern.|3.31d]] $flirt_label [[Suggest Zahn could come stay with you.|3.31e]]

You nod. Perhaps you’ll learn more later, but for right now you don’t need to air your opinions at Zahn or dig deeper than you should. Though you didn’t grow up around any religious people, you know it’s still important to some even if the gods abandoned power long ago. Oswin rouses you to get yourself up and moving for a bit before you ride out. He and Zahn pack up what’s left of your things and prepare the mounts. You stretch your legs and find that it feels nice to walk. Your head is more clear and you finally feel rested. $mountname snorts as you approach, <<if $mount is 'chessy'>>floppy muzzle immediately reaching to mouth at you in a sloppy kiss. She mouths at your hands, attempts a kiss on your cheek, and then nibbles your hair. You stroke her forehead and under her jaw as she grunts happily.<<elseif $mount is 'eb'>>bobbing his head as if to nod at you. He snuggles right up to you, wanting his chest and neck rubbed and scratched. He sniffs you up and down as if checking that you’re okay.<<elseif $mount is 'bay'>>and he grunts happily when you are near enough to touch. His huge head nestles into your chest, pushing gently to snuggle. You wool him over, scratching his neck and behind his ears. He noses your forehead, huffing a relieved breath.<<elseif $mount is 'mule'>>and then works up into a high pitched bray, lips curling back to reveal her large crooked teeth. She settles once you get close enough to touch, her little grunts softening as she checks you from head to toe. You pat her nose and stroke her big cheeks and jaw as she closes her eyes and basks in your attention. As you turn to leave, she lightly bumps your rear with her nose.<</if>> “Alright, you two!” Oswin calls. “We’re ready to head out.” You and Zahn gather around Oswin, close to Flit and $mountname. Zahn is eyeing the creatures with a bit of wonder and an edge of trepidation. You expect if $Zheshe is going with you, $Zheshe probably won’t be walking. Oswin faces you. “I’d like you to decide how we ride. It will be a few hours before we get to the clearing. I must ride Flit; you can either sit behind me, or with Zahn. You're clearly still recovering, so I can't have you ride alone. If you fall...” A sour look comes over Oswin's face. “Um,” Zahn chimes. “I think my preference is $mc. No offense, of course, but $heshe seems more fun and certainly more pleasant to look at.” Oswin’s eyes suddenly narrow in a way you haven’t really seen before. <<if $Zflirt gte 3>>“Plus, I think $mc would like to spend some quality time with me.” Zahn winks at you.<<else>>“Plus, I really think $mc could use the proximity to see how charming I am.” Zahn winks at you.<</if>> An exhausted sigh is all you hear from Oswin, you suppose the choice is yours now. [[You will ride behind Oswin atop Flit.|3.32a]] [[You will let Zahn ride with you, seated in front of you.|3.32c]] [[You will let Zahn ride with you, seated behind you.|3.32d]] [[You, mostly playfully, suggest dragging Zahn behind the mounts with a bit of rope.|3.32e][$SeriousPlayful to Math.clamp($SeriousPlayful - 2, 0, 100)]]

You may not be sure how to feel about Zahn’s origins. $Zcapitalheshe is clearly leaving something out, likely some of their true feelings about this organization. Zahn seems loyal and dedicated to them at least, and your understanding of those who still observe religion is limited, so maybe it’s not necessarily a bad thing. Either way, you want the newcomer to feel that you’re there for $Zhimher. You give Zahn’s shoulder a gentle squeeze, feeling a surprisingly firm muscle under the layers of cloaks. $Zcapitalheshe smiles at you, a bit of shine to $Zhisher eyes. Oswin rouses you to get yourself up and moving for a bit before you ride out. He and Zahn pack up what’s left of your things and prepare the mounts. You stretch your legs and find that it feels nice to walk. Your head is more clear and you finally feel rested. $mountname snorts as you approach, <<if $mount is 'chessy'>>floppy muzzle immediately reaching to mouth at you in a sloppy kiss. She mouths at your hands, attempts a kiss on your cheek, and then nibbles your hair. You stroke her forehead and under her jaw as she grunts happily.<<elseif $mount is 'eb'>>bobbing his head as if to nod at you. He snuggles right up to you, wanting his chest and neck rubbed and scratched. He sniffs you up and down as if checking that you’re okay.<<elseif $mount is 'bay'>>and he grunts happily when you are near enough to touch. His huge head nestles into your chest, pushing gently to snuggle. You wool him over, scratching his neck and behind his ears. He noses your forehead, huffing a relieved breath.<<elseif $mount is 'mule'>>and then works up into a high pitched bray, lips curling back to reveal her large crooked teeth. She settles once you get close enough to touch, her little grunts softening as she checks you from head to toe. You pat her nose and stroke her big cheeks and jaw as she closes her eyes and basks in your attention. As you turn to leave, she lightly bumps your rear with her nose.<</if>> “Alright, you two!” Oswin calls. “We’re ready to head out.” You and Zahn gather around Oswin, close to Flit and $mountname. Zahn is eyeing the creatures with a bit of wonder and an edge of trepidation. You expect if $Zheshe is going with you, $Zheshe probably won’t be walking. Oswin faces you. “I’d like you to decide how we ride. It will be a few hours before we get to the clearing. I must ride Flit; you can either sit behind me, or with Zahn. You're clearly still recovering, so I can't have you ride alone. If you fall...” A sour look comes over Oswin's face. “Um,” Zahn chimes. “I think my preference is $mc. No offense, of course, but $heshe seems more fun and certainly more pleasant to look at.” Oswin’s eyes suddenly narrow in a way you haven’t really seen before. <<if $Zflirt gte 3>>“Plus, I think $mc would like to spend some quality time with me.” Zahn winks at you.<<else>>“Plus, I really think $mc could use the proximity to see how charming I am.” Zahn winks at you.<</if>> An exhausted sigh is all you hear from Oswin, you suppose the choice is yours now. [[You will ride behind Oswin atop Flit.|3.32a]] [[You will let Zahn ride with you, seated in front of you.|3.32c]] [[You will let Zahn ride with you, seated behind you.|3.32d]] [[You, mostly playfully, suggest dragging Zahn behind the mounts with a bit of rope.|3.32e][$SeriousPlayful to Math.clamp($SeriousPlayful - 2, 0, 100)]]

“Zahn, I fully realize that I don’t know you very well or understand your sect, but that doesn’t sound very good for you.” Zahn nods. “It’s not for everyone. I understand the feeling.” “//Penance//? Doesn’t that seem a bit...archaic? Unfair even? And these ranks and assignments seem like their taking advantage.” “It’s easy to feel that way when you haven’t been in my shoes. In fact, I didn’t even have shoes before I found Din’s church. I think you’re speaking out of kindness, and I hope that’s right, but I can’t accept your feelings as to if it’s good for me or not.” “Would you have joined if you had...found shoes elsewhere?” You give Zahn a look that you hope conveys gentleness and not accusation. Zahn takes your question in stride and thinks for a moment. “I...I don’t know. Honestly, I hadn’t thought on that before.” “If you want to talk, I’ll listen – you can help me understand what I don’t see.” A smile peeks upon Zahn’s lips. You’re a bit surprised that such a carefree soul could have such a conversation with such ease. Perhaps $Zheshe is more mature than it would appear. Oswin rouses you to get yourself up and moving for a bit before you ride out. He and Zahn pack up what’s left of your things and prepare the mounts. You stretch your legs and find that it feels nice to walk. Your head is more clear and you finally feel rested. $mountname snorts as you approach, <<if $mount is 'chessy'>>floppy muzzle immediately reaching to mouth at you in a sloppy kiss. She mouths at your hands, attempts a kiss on your cheek, and then nibbles your hair. You stroke her forehead and under her jaw as she grunts happily.<<elseif $mount is 'eb'>>bobbing his head as if to nod at you. He snuggles right up to you, wanting his chest and neck rubbed and scratched. He sniffs you up and down as if checking that you’re okay.<<elseif $mount is 'bay'>>and he grunts happily when you are near enough to touch. His huge head nestles into your chest, pushing gently to snuggle. You wool him over, scratching his neck and behind his ears. He noses your forehead, huffing a relieved breath.<<elseif $mount is 'mule'>>and then works up into a high pitched bray, lips curling back to reveal her large crooked teeth. She settles once you get close enough to touch, her little grunts softening as she checks you from head to toe. You pat her nose and stroke her big cheeks and jaw as she closes her eyes and basks in your attention. As you turn to leave, she lightly bumps your rear with her nose.<</if>> “Alright, you two!” Oswin calls. “We’re ready to head out.” You and Zahn gather around Oswin, close to Flit and $mountname. Zahn is eyeing the creatures with a bit of wonder and an edge of trepidation. You expect if $Zheshe is going with you, $Zheshe probably won’t be walking. Oswin faces you. “I’d like you to decide how we ride. It will be a few hours before we get to the clearing. I must ride Flit; you can either sit behind me, or with Zahn. You're clearly still recovering, so I can't have you ride alone. If you fall...” A sour look comes over Oswin's face. “Um,” Zahn chimes. “I think my preference is $mc. No offense, of course, but $heshe seems more fun and certainly more pleasant to look at.” Oswin’s eyes suddenly narrow in a way you haven’t really seen before. <<if $Zflirt gte 3>>“Plus, I think $mc would like to spend some quality time with me.” Zahn winks at you.<<else>>“Plus, I really think $mc could use the proximity to see how charming I am.” Zahn winks at you.<</if>> An exhausted sigh is all you hear from Oswin, you suppose the choice is yours now. [[You will ride behind Oswin atop Flit.|3.32a]] [[You will let Zahn ride with you, seated in front of you.|3.32c]] [[You will let Zahn ride with you, seated behind you.|3.32d]] [[You, mostly playfully, suggest dragging Zahn behind the mounts with a bit of rope.|3.32e][$SeriousPlayful to Math.clamp($SeriousPlayful - 2, 0, 100)]]

<<set $Zflirt +=3>> Zahn’s hand fiddles with the frays around a patch on the knees of $Zhisher trousers. You gently place your hand atop $Zhishers, noticing that it’s just a bit chilled, so you gently caress to warm it. It appears as though Zahn is struggling to not show how giddy $Zheshe is by the affection. The corners of $Zhisher lips pull taught, but the corners of $Zhisher eyes pull up. “Is the rest of you so warm?” Zahn asks. You chuckle. “Maybe.” “I like the way you show kindness, $mc. You’re quite sweet, I think.” Your face heats a bit. Zahn gives your hand a soft squeeze. Oswin rouses you to get yourself up and moving for a bit before you ride out. He and Zahn pack up what’s left of your things and prepare the mounts. You stretch your legs and find that it feels nice to walk. Your head is more clear and you finally feel rested. $mountname snorts as you approach, <<if $mount is 'chessy'>>floppy muzzle immediately reaching to mouth at you in a sloppy kiss. She mouths at your hands, attempts a kiss on your cheek, and then nibbles your hair. You stroke her forehead and under her jaw as she grunts happily.<<elseif $mount is 'eb'>>bobbing his head as if to nod at you. He snuggles right up to you, wanting his chest and neck rubbed and scratched. He sniffs you up and down as if checking that you’re okay.<<elseif $mount is 'bay'>>and he grunts happily when you are near enough to touch. His huge head nestles into your chest, pushing gently to snuggle. You wool him over, scratching his neck and behind his ears. He noses your forehead, huffing a relieved breath.<<elseif $mount is 'mule'>>and then works up into a high pitched bray, lips curling back to reveal her large crooked teeth. She settles once you get close enough to touch, her little grunts softening as she checks you from head to toe. You pat her nose and stroke her big cheeks and jaw as she closes her eyes and basks in your attention. As you turn to leave, she lightly bumps your rear with her nose.<</if>> “Alright, you two!” Oswin calls. “We’re ready to head out.” You and Zahn gather around Oswin, close to Flit and $mountname. Zahn is eyeing the creatures with a bit of wonder and an edge of trepidation. You expect if $Zheshe is going with you, $Zheshe probably won’t be walking. Oswin faces you. “I’d like you to decide how we ride. It will be a few hours before we get to the clearing. I must ride Flit; you can either sit behind me, or with Zahn. You're clearly still recovering, so I can't have you ride alone. If you fall...” A sour look comes over Oswin's face. “Um,” Zahn chimes. “I think my preference is $mc. No offense, of course, but $heshe seems more fun and certainly more pleasant to look at.” Oswin’s eyes suddenly narrow in a way you haven’t really seen before. <<if $Zflirt gte 3>>“Plus, I think $mc would like to spend some quality time with me.” Zahn winks at you.<<else>>“Plus, I really think $mc could use the proximity to see how charming I am.” Zahn winks at you.<</if>> An exhausted sigh is all you hear from Oswin, you suppose the choice is yours now. [[You will ride behind Oswin atop Flit.|3.32a]] [[You will let Zahn ride with you, seated in front of you.|3.32c]] [[You will let Zahn ride with you, seated behind you.|3.32d]] [[You, mostly playfully, suggest dragging Zahn behind the mounts with a bit of rope.|3.32e][$SeriousPlayful to Math.clamp($SeriousPlayful - 2, 0, 100)]]

<<set $Zflirt +=3>> “You know…” Zahn lifts $Zhisher head to meet your eye. “My family has a pretty big house.” “Yeah?” Zahn’s big blue eyes peer curiously at you to try to figure out why you’re telling $Zhimher this. “If a home is all you need to give your devotion, I’m quite tempted to give you mine.” You smile suggestively. Zahn laughs in a loud burst, quickly cupping a hand to $Zhisher mouth to stifle the sound. “Shall I pray to you nightly, $mc?” $Zheshe asks, giggling. “I’d certainly let you worship at my altar.” You nudge Zahn’s shoulder, noticing $Zhisher face has gone a bit pink. “I’ll keep that in mind.” Oswin rouses you to get yourself up and moving for a bit before you ride out. He and Zahn pack up what’s left of your things and prepare the mounts. You stretch your legs and find that it feels nice to walk. Your head is more clear and you finally feel rested. $mountname snorts as you approach, <<if $mount is 'chessy'>>floppy muzzle immediately reaching to mouth at you in a sloppy kiss. She mouths at your hands, attempts a kiss on your cheek, and then nibbles your hair. You stroke her forehead and under her jaw as she grunts happily.<<elseif $mount is 'eb'>>bobbing his head as if to nod at you. He snuggles right up to you, wanting his chest and neck rubbed and scratched. He sniffs you up and down as if checking that you’re okay.<<elseif $mount is 'bay'>>and he grunts happily when you are near enough to touch. His huge head nestles into your chest, pushing gently to snuggle. You wool him over, scratching his neck and behind his ears. He noses your forehead, huffing a relieved breath.<<elseif $mount is 'mule'>>and then works up into a high pitched bray, lips curling back to reveal her large crooked teeth. She settles once you get close enough to touch, her little grunts softening as she checks you from head to toe. You pat her nose and stroke her big cheeks and jaw as she closes her eyes and basks in your attention. As you turn to leave, she lightly bumps your rear with her nose.<</if>> “Alright, you two!” Oswin calls. “We’re ready to head out.” You and Zahn gather around Oswin, close to Flit and $mountname. Zahn is eyeing the creatures with a bit of wonder and an edge of trepidation. You expect if $Zheshe is going with you, $Zheshe probably won’t be walking. Oswin faces you. “I’d like you to decide how we ride. It will be a few hours before we get to the clearing. I must ride Flit; you can either sit behind me, or with Zahn. You're clearly still recovering, so I can't have you ride alone. If you fall...” A sour look comes over Oswin's face. “Um,” Zahn chimes. “I think my preference is $mc. No offense, of course, but $heshe seems more fun and certainly more pleasant to look at.” Oswin’s eyes suddenly narrow in a way you haven’t really seen before. <<if $Zflirt gte 3>>“Plus, I think $mc would like to spend some quality time with me.” Zahn winks at you.<<else>>“Plus, I really think $mc could use the proximity to see how charming I am.” Zahn winks at you.<</if>> An exhausted sigh is all you hear from Oswin, you suppose the choice is yours now. [[You will ride behind Oswin atop Flit.|3.32a]] [[You will let Zahn ride with you, seated in front of you.|3.32c]] [[You will let Zahn ride with you, seated behind you.|3.32d]] [[You, mostly playfully, suggest dragging Zahn behind the mounts with a bit of rope.|3.32e][$SeriousPlayful to Math.clamp($SeriousPlayful - 2, 0, 100)]]

“I’ll ride with you, Oswin,” you say. “Very well.” He nods back at you, and you can’t help but think his expression looks a little extra pleased. Zahn pats you on the shoulder. “I promise to take good care of $mountname. At least this way, it’s easier for you to see my lovely face.” $Zcapitalheshe smiles big at you, wrinkling $Zhisher nose at the jest. You quickly settle on your respective mounts, Oswin assisting you in taking a seat behind him. Zahn has some trouble getting into your saddle, and thankfully $mountname expresses some extra patience for the multiple failed attempts. Oswin merely watches on, amused, until the acolyte is finally seated. Once you start moving, the reality of how close you are to Oswin floods your attention. He’s a fairly tall man, around your da’s height now, you realize. He’s grown so much over the years. [[You’re looming over him a bit.|3.33a]] [[You reach about shoulder to shoulder with him.|3.33b]] [[You can barely peek your eyes over his shoulders.|3.33c]] [[Hopefully, you enjoy your view of the middle of Oswin’s back for the next few hours.|3.33d]]

You turn to face Zahn, who tilts $Zhisher head awaiting your preference. “You can ride with me, I’ll put you in front. Is that okay?” “Yes!” Zahn yips. “That sounds great. You can make sure I don’t fall – I haven’t ridden horses or anything much before. Maybe only twice. I’ll probably be fine, I have amazing balance.” $mountname snorts, making Zahn startle. As Oswin tries to stifle his laughter, you mount up. Zahn sizes up the steed and flails a couple times as $Zheshe tries to get in the saddle with you. You end up assisting and half-dragging Zahn into position. <<if $Zflirt gte 3>>You grin as you see how excited Zahn appears to be. “I suppose we’ll see if you were right about spending //quality// time together.”<<else>>“So, when do you start showing me how charming you are?”<</if>> Zahn turns to face you, wind-burnt cheeks turning darker. “I guess we’ll have to wait and see.” You chuckle as both of you settle in and get as comfortable as possible, you take stock of how Zahn slots in in front of you. [[You’re looming over Zahn a good deal.|3.36a]] [[You peek above Zahn a bit.|3.36b]] [[You reach about shoulder to shoulder with Zahn.|3.36c]] [[You can barely peek your eyes over Zahn’s shoulders.|3.36d]]

You turn to face Zahn, who tilts $Zhisher head awaiting your preference. “You can ride with me, I’ll put you in back. Is that okay?” “Yes!” Zahn yips. “That sounds great. You can make sure I don’t fall – I haven’t ridden horses or anything much before. Maybe only twice. I’ll probably be fine, I have amazing balance.” $mountname snorts, making Zahn startle. As Oswin tries to stifle his laughter, you mount up. Zahn sizes up the steed and flails a couple times as $Zheshe tries to get in the saddle with you. You end up assisting and half-dragging Zahn into position. <<if $Zflirt gte 3>>You grin as you see how excited Zahn appears to be. “I suppose we’ll see if you were right about spending //quality// time together.”<<else>>“So, when do you start showing me how charming you are?”<</if>> Zahn turns to face you, wind-burnt cheeks turning darker. “I guess we’ll have to wait and see.” You chuckle as both of you settle in and get as comfortable as possible, you take stock of how Zahn slots in behind you. [[You’re looming above Zahn a good deal.|3.39a]] [[You peek above Zahn a bit.|3.39b]] [[You reach about shoulder to shoulder with Zahn.|3.39c]] [[You have to look up over your shoulder to see Zahn.|3.39d]]

Oswin's eyes bulge briefly from the canopy of his brow as he covers his mouth to stifle a laugh, struggling to school his face into his usual firm professionalism. Zahn sighs. "Well, honestly, it's not the worst way I've traveled before." With a hand on $Zhisher hip, Zahn smirks at you with a mock glare. Though you can’t help but wonder if Zahn is joking or not (and you suppose $Zheshe may be wondering the same of you), the decision still needs to be made on the matter. [[You will ride behind Oswin atop Flit.|3.32a]] [[You will let Zahn ride with you, seated in front of you.|3.32c]] [[You will let Zahn ride with you, seated behind you.|3.32d]]

<<set $height to 'verytall'>> You have managed to outgrow Oswin somehow. Da’s cooking and Papa’s nursing skills must have aided in your success, though Oswin’s attitude may still be able to cast a shadow over you. The journey starts off quiet, everyone seems to be relaxed and enjoying the warmth of spring day and smell of sweet air. Oswin still seems on-guard, but you notice him lifting his head into the breeze when it billows by. It’s almost odd how much he looks like the little boy, Yarrow, that you grew up with. His face has become more angular, his jaw set firmly and cheekbones that you could cut a finger on. His eyes look how you remember, but they don’t curl up at the corners as much anymore, same as his lips. Oswin is just a sharper version of Yarrow, you suppose. You’ve been seeing glimpses of a different man since you started traveling. He’s been a bit prickly still, but you’ve actually heard him laugh a few times. He’s even sassed you, mostly good-naturedly. You consider why you chose to ride with him… [[He’s simply more familiar to you than Zahn.|3.34a]] [[You find his presence comforting and safe.|3.34b]] $flirt_label [[It gave you a chance to be close in a way you normally wouldn’t be able.|3.34c]] ? $flirt_label ? [[From this proximity, it will be even easier to find ways to irritate him.|3.34d]] [[No particular reason, really.|3.34e]]

<<set $height to 'tall'>> You have managed to match Oswin somehow. Da’s cooking and Papa’s nursing skills must have aided in your success, though Oswin’s attitude may still be able to cast a shadow over you. The journey is quiet so far, everyone seems to be relaxed and enjoying the warmth of spring day and smell of sweet air. Oswin still seems on-guard, but you notice him lifting his head into the breeze when it billows by. It’s almost odd how much he looks like the little boy, Yarrow, that you grew up with. His face has become more angular, his jaw set firmly and cheekbones that you could cut a finger on. His eyes look how you remember, but they don’t curl up at the corners as much anymore, same as his lips. Oswin is just a sharper version of Yarrow, you suppose. You’ve been seeing glimpses of a different man since you started traveling. He’s been a bit prickly still, but you’ve actually heard him laugh a few times. He’s even sassed you, mostly good-naturedly. You consider why you chose to ride with him… [[He’s simply more familiar to you than Zahn.|3.34a]] [[You find his presence comforting and safe.|3.34b]] $flirt_label [[It gave you a chance to be close in a way you normally wouldn’t be able.|3.34c]] ? $flirt_label ? [[From this proximity, it will be even easier to find ways to irritate him.|3.34d]] [[No particular reason, really.|3.34e]]

<<set $height to 'average'>> As always, Oswin looms over you. He is older than you, maybe you’ll eek up a bit more, but you’re likely always going to be shorter than him. Perhaps it’s not so bad, he makes a good wind-block. The journey is quiet so far, everyone seems to be relaxed and enjoying the warmth of spring day and smell of sweet air. Oswin still seems on-guard, but you notice him lifting his head into the breeze when it billows by. It’s almost odd how much he looks like the little boy, Yarrow, that you grew up with. His face has become more angular, his jaw set firmly and cheekbones that you could cut a finger on. His eyes look how you remember, but they don’t curl up at the corners as much anymore, same as his lips. Oswin is just a sharper version of Yarrow, you suppose. You’ve been seeing glimpses of a different man since you started traveling. He’s been a bit prickly still, but you’ve actually heard him laugh a few times. He’s even sassed you, mostly good-naturedly. You consider why you chose to ride with him… [[He’s simply more familiar to you than Zahn.|3.34a]] [[You find his presence comforting and safe.|3.34b]] $flirt_label [[It gave you a chance to be close in a way you normally wouldn’t be able.|3.34c]] ? $flirt_label ? [[From this proximity, it will be even easier to find ways to irritate him.|3.34d]] [[No particular reason, really.|3.34e]]

<<set $height to 'short'>> As always, Oswin looms over you, many people do. He is older than you, maybe you’ll eek up a bit more, but you’re always going to be shorter than him. Perhaps it’s not so bad, he makes a good wind-block. The journey is quiet so far, everyone seems to be relaxed and enjoying the warmth of spring day and smell of sweet air. Oswin still seems on-guard, but you notice him lifting his head into the breeze when it billows by. It’s almost odd how much he looks like the little boy, Yarrow, that you grew up with. His face has become more angular, his jaw set firmly and cheekbones that you could cut a finger on. His eyes look how you remember, but they don’t curl up at the corners as much anymore, same as his lips. Oswin is just a sharper version of Yarrow, you suppose. You’ve been seeing glimpses of a different man since you started traveling. He’s been a bit prickly still, but you’ve actually heard him laugh a few times. He’s even sassed you, mostly good-naturedly. You consider why you chose to ride with him… [[He’s simply more familiar to you than Zahn.|3.34a]] [[You find his presence comforting and safe.|3.34b]] $flirt_label [[It gave you a chance to be close in a way you normally wouldn’t be able.|3.34c]] ? $flirt_label ? [[From this proximity, it will be even easier to find ways to irritate him.|3.34d]] [[No particular reason, really.|3.34e]]

It’s simply easier to stick to the familiar, and Zahn doesn’t seem bothered by it. Perhaps you’ll get to know $Zhimher a little better later though, and you’ll be more comfortable. The weather is beautiful, and everyone seems at ease. A wave of tiredness falls over you with just a tinge of a headache. You hope that whatever has been keeping you down isn’t making a resurgence as you begin to nod off. [[Before you know it, you’re falling asleep against Oswin’s warm back.|3.35a]] [[You want to sleep, but not against Oswin.|3.35b]] $flirt_label +O [[Your heart flutters against the warmth of Oswin’s back as you drift off to sleep.|3.35c]] $flirt_label +Z [[Your gaze travels to watch Zahn as you begin to fall asleep.|3.35d]]

You’ve known Oswin all your life. Regardless of distance that formed over your friendship, you still find him more trustworthy and comforting. He is a constant, reassuring force, and you want to stick with him. The weather is beautiful, and everyone seems at ease. A wave of tiredness falls over you with just a tinge of a headache. You hope that whatever has been keeping you down isn’t making a resurgence as you begin to nod off. [[Before you know it, you’re falling asleep against Oswin’s warm back.|3.35a]] [[You want to sleep, but not against Oswin.|3.35b]] $flirt_label +O [[Your heart flutters against the warmth of Oswin’s back as you drift off to sleep.|3.35c]] $flirt_label +Z [[Your gaze travels to watch Zahn as you begin to fall asleep.|3.35d]]

<<set $Oflirt +=3>> You’ve known Oswin all your life. Regardless of distance that formed over your friendship, you still want to be close at least for now. You haven’t engaged in touch with him since you were children. Even if you are only sharing a saddle for a few hours, you desire the contact, and you hope that it’s okay for you to feel this way. The weather is beautiful, and everyone seems at ease. A wave of tiredness falls over you with just a tinge of a headache. You hope that whatever has been keeping you down isn’t making a resurgence as you begin to nod off. [[Before you know it, you’re falling asleep against Oswin’s warm back.|3.35a]] [[You want to sleep, but not against Oswin.|3.35b]] $flirt_label +O [[Your heart flutters against the warmth of Oswin’s back as you drift off to sleep.|3.35c]] $flirt_label +Z [[Your gaze travels to watch Zahn as you begin to fall asleep.|3.35d]]

<<set $Oflirt +=3>> You can barely keep a wicked grin from your face when you think of all the ways you could tease Oswin. From your position, you could tickle his ears with stray leaves and sticks, ‘accidentally’ tug his cloak back, or gradually wiggle your way up to take more room on the cramped saddle until he snaps at you. You yawn as you scheme. The weather is beautiful, and everyone seems at ease. A wave of tiredness falls over you with just a tinge of a headache. You hope that whatever has been keeping you down isn’t making a resurgence as you begin to nod off. [[Before you know it, you’re falling asleep against Oswin’s warm back.|3.35a]] [[You want to sleep, but not against Oswin.|3.35b]] $flirt_label +O [[Your heart flutters against the warmth of Oswin’s back as you drift off to sleep.|3.35c]] $flirt_label +Z [[Your gaze travels to watch Zahn as you begin to fall asleep.|3.35d]]

It’s simply easier, and Zahn doesn’t seem bothered by it. The weather is beautiful, and everyone seems at ease. A wave of tiredness falls over you with just a tinge of a headache. You hope that whatever has been keeping you down isn’t making a resurgence as you begin to nod off. [[Before you know it, you’re falling asleep against Oswin’s warm back.|3.35a]] [[You want to sleep, but not against Oswin.|3.35b]] $flirt_label +O [[Your heart flutters against the warmth of Oswin’s back as you drift off to sleep.|3.35c]] $flirt_label +Z [[Your gaze travels to watch Zahn as you begin to fall asleep.|3.35d]]

Your chest presses into him more firmly and you can barely resist the oncoming sleep. <<if $height is 'verytall'>>As your head touches Oswin’s shoulder, <<elseif $height is 'tall'>>As your head presses into Oswin’s upper back, <<elseif $height is 'average'>>As your head touches Oswin’s back, <<else>>As your head touches Oswin’s middle back, <</if>> you feel him tense in surprise for a moment before relaxing. You hear an affectionate sigh and a light chuckle. “Sleep well, $mc,” says a gentle voice. [[You’re asleep for the entire journey.|3.40]]

As you begin to fall asleep you’re beginning to drift and lean every which way. “$mc?” Oswin asks. You grunt. You hear an affectionate sigh and a light chuckle as you sense Oswin moving around. After you feel a tug at your waist, you realize there’s a rope around you, but your mind is too hazy to care. “Sleep well, $mc,” says a gentle voice. [[You’re asleep for the entire journey.|3.40]]

<<set $Oflirt +=3>> Your chest presses into him more firmly and you can barely resist the on coming sleep despite how fast your heart is beating. He’s so warm and comforting to be close to that you briefly wonder what it would be like to wrap your arms around him too. <<if $height is 'verytall'>>As your head touches Oswin’s shoulder, <<elseif $height is 'tall'>>As your head presses into Oswin’s upper back, <<elseif $height is 'average'>>As your head touches Oswin’s back, <<else>>As your head touches Oswin’s middle back, <</if>> you feel him tense in surprise for a moment before relaxing. You hear an affectionate sigh and a light chuckle. “Sleep well, $mc,” says a gentle voice. [[You’re asleep for the entire journey.|3.40]]

As you begin to fall asleep you’re starting to drift and lean, but you keep your focus on Zahn. $Zcapitalheshe has a very elegant profile, set off by the sunlight. It makes a pretty halo around $Zhisher blond hair “$mc?” Oswin asks. You grunt, and notice Zahn’s blue eyes focusing on you, though yours are getting bleary. You sense Oswin moving around. After you feel a tug at your waist, you realize there’s a rope around you, but your mind is too hazy to care. You think Zahn may be grinning at you now. “Sleep well, $mc,” says a gentle voice. [[You’re asleep for the entire journey.|3.40]]

<<set $height to 'verytall'>> Zahn nestles easily in front of you. $Zcapitalheshe tips $Zhisher head back to smile at you once you’re both settled. You suppose you should thank Da’s cooking and Papa’s diligent nursing for the height you’ve obtained that’s even a cut above Oswin’s. The journey starts off quiet, everyone seems to be relaxed and enjoying the warmth of spring day and smell of sweet air. Oswin still seems on-guard, but you notice a subtle smile here and there. Zahn seems at ease, exuding a strange serenity. Perhaps it hails with being from a religious group? $Zcapitalheshe reminds you of water, a quick stream filled with small falls and smooth stones. The perfect source to cool yourself on a hot summer day and rest along the sounds of the babbling flow of water. The air around $Zhimher even feels cool. You know that spring is still in the early stages, but your proximity should feel warm, hot even. But it doesn’t, nor is it too cold. You wonder if it has something to do with Zahn’s magic. It’s a shame you weren’t conscious to experience it. You’re curious to know if it felt the same as Ansar’s magic. So far, Zahn seems friendly and perhaps a bit lonely, given how excited $Zheshe seems to be by your company. You consider why you chose to ride with $Zhimher…. [[It’s a chance to gain some familiarity with Zahn|3.37a]] [[You find Zahn’s presence comforting and safe|3.37b]] $flirt_label [[You just wanted to get a little closer to Zahn.|3.37c]] $flirt_label [[Zahn is clearly open to flirting, and so are you.|3.37d]] [[No particular reason, really.|3.37e]]

<<set $height to 'tall'>> Zahn nestles easily in front of you. $Zcapitalheshe tips $Zhisher head back to smile at you once you’re both settled. You suppose you should thank Da’s cooking and Papa’s diligent nursing for the height you’ve obtained that’s even a match to Oswin’s. The journey starts off quiet, everyone seems to be relaxed and enjoying the warmth of spring day and smell of sweet air. Oswin still seems on-guard, but you notice a subtle smile here and there. Zahn seems at ease, exuding a strange serenity. Perhaps it hails with being from a religious group? $Zcapitalheshe reminds you of water, a quick stream filled with small falls and smooth stones. The perfect source to cool yourself on a hot summer day and rest along the sounds of the babbling flow of water. The air around $Zhimher even feels cool. You know that spring is still in the early stages, but your proximity should feel warm, hot even. But it doesn’t, nor is it too cold. You wonder if it has something to do with Zahn’s magic. It’s a shame you weren’t conscious to experience it. You’re curious to know if it felt the same as Ansar’s magic. So far, Zahn seems friendly and perhaps a bit lonely, given how excited $Zheshe seems to be by your company. You consider why you chose to ride with $Zhimher…. [[It’s a chance to gain some familiarity with Zahn|3.37a]] [[You find Zahn’s presence comforting and safe|3.37b]] $flirt_label [[You just wanted to get a little closer to Zahn.|3.37c]] $flirt_label [[Zahn is clearly open to flirting, and so are you.|3.37d]] [[No particular reason, really.|3.37e]]

<<set $height to 'average'>> Zahn nestles perfectly in front of you. $Zcapitalheshe twists around to smile at you once you’re both settled. It is rather nice to have a companion that about matches your own height, especially since Emre isn’t with you. You suppose Oswin will always loom over you as he does his little brother. The journey starts off quiet, everyone seems to be relaxed and enjoying the warmth of spring day and smell of sweet air. Oswin still seems on-guard, but you notice a subtle smile here and there. Zahn seems at ease, exuding a strange serenity. Perhaps it hails with being from a religious group? $Zcapitalheshe reminds you of water, a quick stream filled with small falls and smooth stones. The perfect source to cool yourself on a hot summer day and rest along the sounds of the babbling flow of water. The air around $Zhimher even feels cool. You know that spring is still in the early stages, but your proximity should feel warm, hot even. But it doesn’t, nor is it too cold. You wonder if it has something to do with Zahn’s magic. It’s a shame you weren’t conscious to experience it. You’re curious to know if it felt the same as Ansar’s magic. So far, Zahn seems friendly and perhaps a bit lonely, given how excited $Zheshe seems to be by your company. You consider why you chose to ride with $Zhimher…. [[It’s a chance to gain some familiarity with Zahn|3.37a]] [[You find Zahn’s presence comforting and safe|3.37b]] $flirt_label [[You just wanted to get a little closer to Zahn.|3.37c]] $flirt_label [[Zahn is clearly open to flirting, and so are you.|3.37d]] [[No particular reason, really.|3.37e]]

<<set $height to 'short'>> You nestle in comfortably at Zahn’s back. $Zcapitalheshe turns to smile down at you once you’re both settled, looking ridiculously pleased. You suppose your lot in this journey will be to look up at everyone around you. At least you’re easy to travel with. Papa sometimes calls you pocket-sized with great affection. He seems to adore that you are the complete opposite of his tremendous size. The journey starts off quiet, everyone seems to be relaxed and enjoying the warmth of spring day and smell of sweet air. Oswin still seems on-guard, but you notice a subtle smile here and there. Zahn seems at ease, exuding a strange serenity. Perhaps it hails with being from a religious group? $Zcapitalheshe reminds you of water, a quick stream filled with small falls and smooth stones. The perfect source to cool yourself on a hot summer day and rest along the sounds of the babbling flow of water. The air around $Zhimher even feels cool. You know that spring is still in the early stages, but your proximity should feel warm, hot even. But it doesn’t, nor is it too cold. You wonder if it has something to do with Zahn’s magic. It’s a shame you weren’t conscious to experience it. You’re curious to know if it felt the same as Ansar’s magic. So far, Zahn seems friendly and perhaps a bit lonely, given how excited $Zheshe seems to be by your company. You consider why you chose to ride with $Zhimher…. [[It’s a chance to gain some familiarity with Zahn|3.37a]] [[You find Zahn’s presence comforting and safe|3.37b]] $flirt_label [[You just wanted to get a little closer to Zahn.|3.37c]] $flirt_label [[Zahn is clearly open to flirting, and so are you.|3.37d]] [[No particular reason, really.|3.37e]]

So far, Zahn is largely an unknown to you. Oswin has demonstrated at least some trust in $Zhimher and seen the value of keeping $Zhimher around. It’s hard not to be curiously drawn to Zahn, in any case. You’ve needed a bit of levity for some time and you’ve never really made friends with anyone outside of Stonebrook before. Other than the Twinflower family, you never got especially close to others – they were all fairly surface-level relationships. Being a sheltered, sickly kid saw to that. This is a chance to get to know someone who appears to be about your age. A person outside of the limited bubble you’ve known for 24 cycles. The thought sparks a bit of joy. The weather is beautiful, and everyone seems at ease. A wave of tiredness falls over you with just a tinge of a headache. You hope that whatever has been keeping you down isn’t making a resurgence as you begin to nod off. [[Before you realize it, you’re pressed against Zahn, falling asleep.|3.38a]] [[You manage to keep yourself upright as you fall asleep.|3.38b]] $flirt_label +Z [[Your heart flutters against the warmth of Zahn’s body as you drift off to sleep.|3.38c]] $flirt_label +O [[Your gaze travels to watch Oswin as you begin to fall asleep.|3.38d]]

So far, Zahn is largely an unknown to you. Oswin has demonstrated at least some trust in $Zhimher and seen the value of keeping $Zhimher around. It’s hard not to be warmed by $Zhisher presence, in any case. Zahn exudes peace. $Zcapitalheshe could have fully taken advantage of you or even killed you, stole your things and got away with it easily. $Zcapitalheshe maybe even feels like the type of person you’ve been hoping to meet. This is a chance to get to know someone who appears to be about your age, that you can put your trust in. A person outside of the limited bubble you’ve known for 24 cycles. The thought sparks a bit of joy. The weather is beautiful, and everyone seems at ease. A wave of tiredness falls over you with just a tinge of a headache. You hope that whatever has been keeping you down isn’t making a resurgence as you begin to nod off. [[Before you realize it, you’re pressed against Zahn, falling asleep.|3.38a]] [[You manage to keep yourself upright as you fall asleep.|3.38b]] $flirt_label +Z [[Your heart flutters against the warmth of Zahn’s body as you drift off to sleep.|3.38c]] $flirt_label +O [[Your gaze travels to watch Oswin as you begin to fall asleep.|3.38d]]

<<set $Zflirt +=4>> So far, Zahn is largely an unknown to you. Oswin has demonstrated at least some trust in $Zhimher and seen the value of keeping $Zhimher around. It’s hard not to be curiously drawn to Zahn. You get a warm feeling from $Zhimher, and $Zheshe seems to like you to some degree as well. There’s a lightness about $Zhimher. It’s in $Zhisher smile, the brightness of $Zhisher eyes and the way they look back at you. You can see that just as much as you desire to get closer, Zahn wants the same with you. <<if $virgin is true>>You’ve never explored the physical aspects of relationships before, but that avenue may be one you could take with Zahn. <</if>><<if $romance is 'nointerest'>>You’ve never even had much interest in romance before. It may be that you hadn’t met anyone that could stir the feelings for you like like this.<<elseif $romance is 'experienced'>>You’ve been through this dance before, experienced the flow of flirtations and delicate looks. Zahn seems to stir you up and you believe you do the same to $Zhimher.<<elseif $romance is 'onlyphysical'>>You’ve only ever explored the physical pleasures of relationships before. Zahn catches your attention, for sure. But how exactly? You think $Zheshe seems to reciprocate your interest.<<elseif $romance is 'feelingsnophys'>>The stirrings of a romance is something a bit familiar, but you may not be sure yet. Even if you can’t say with certainty that you understand your feelings, the flicker of interest is there.<<elseif $romance is 'interestednoxp'>>You’ve been curious about relationships for a while now. Maybe you won’t truly be the most confident in such things, but Zahn seems open to you. But how would you know if $Zheshe likes you one way or another? Should you look for some sort of sign?<</if>> This is a chance to get to know someone who appears to be about your age, that you can put your trust in, however your relationship pans out. A person outside of the limited bubble you’ve known for 24 cycles. The thought sparks a bit of joy. The weather is beautiful, and everyone seems at ease. A wave of tiredness falls over you with just a tinge of a headache. You hope that whatever has been keeping you down isn’t making a resurgence as you begin to nod off. [[Before you realize it, you’re pressed against Zahn, falling asleep.|3.38a]] [[You manage to keep yourself upright as you fall asleep.|3.38b]] $flirt_label +Z [[Your heart flutters against the warmth of Zahn’s body as you drift off to sleep.|3.38c]] $flirt_label +O [[Your gaze travels to watch Oswin as you begin to fall asleep.|3.38d]]

<<set $Zflirt +=4>> So far, Zahn is largely an unknown to you. Oswin has demonstrated at least some trust in $Zhimher and seen the value of keeping $Zhimher around. It’s hard not to be curiously drawn to Zahn, to engage in banter and wanting looks. You feel with some certainty that $Zheshe seems to like you to some degree as well. There’s a lightness about $Zhimher. It’s in $Zhisher smile, the brightness of $Zhisher eyes – the way they look when Zahn speaks to you. This could be just fun, a way to feel each other out without actually touching, or perhaps it could grow into a different type of fun, a unique connection between the two of you. <<if $virgin is true>>You’ve never explored the physical aspects of relationships before, but that avenue may be one you could take with Zahn. <</if>><<if $romance is 'nointerest'>>You’ve never even had much interest in romance before. It may be that you hadn’t met anyone that could stir the feelings for you like like this.<<elseif $romance is 'experienced'>>You’ve been through this dance before, experienced the flow of flirtations and delicate looks. Zahn seems to stir you up and you believe you do the same to $Zhimher.<<elseif $romance is 'onlyphysical'>>You’ve only ever explored the physical pleasures of relationships before. Zahn catches your attention, for sure. But how exactly? You think $Zheshe seems to reciprocate your interest.<<elseif $romance is 'feelingsnophys'>>The stirrings of a romance is something a bit familiar, but you may not be sure yet. Even if you can’t say with certainty that you understand your feelings, the flicker of interest is there.<<elseif $romance is 'interestednoxp'>>You’ve been curious about relationships for a while now. Maybe you won’t truly be the most confident in such things, but Zahn seems open to you. But how would you know if $Zheshe likes you one way or another? Should you look for some sort of sign?<</if>> This is a chance to get to know someone who appears to be about your age, that you can put your trust in, however your relationship pans out. A person outside of the limited bubble you’ve known for 24 cycles. The thought sparks a bit of joy. The weather is beautiful, and everyone seems at ease. A wave of tiredness falls over you with just a tinge of a headache. You hope that whatever has been keeping you down isn’t making a resurgence as you begin to nod off. [[Before you realize it, you’re pressed against Zahn, falling asleep.|3.38a]] [[You manage to keep yourself upright as you fall asleep.|3.38b]] $flirt_label +Z [[Your heart flutters against the warmth of Zahn’s body as you drift off to sleep.|3.38c]] $flirt_label +O [[Your gaze travels to watch Oswin as you begin to fall asleep.|3.38d]]

You can’t really form many opinions on Zahn right now as it is. $Zcapitalheshe isn’t a danger to you and has been friendly. Oswin has demonstrated at least some trust in $Zhimher and seen the value of keeping $Zhimher around, so you suppose that will work for you for the time being. This is a chance, if you want it, to get to know someone who appears to be about your age, that you may even be able to friend some day. A person outside of the limited bubble you’ve known for 24 cycles. It’s an interesting thought, you suppose. The weather is beautiful, and everyone seems at ease. A wave of tiredness falls over you with just a tinge of a headache. You hope that whatever has been keeping you down isn’t making a resurgence as you begin to nod off. [[Before you realize it, you’re pressed against Zahn, falling asleep.|3.38a]] [[You manage to keep yourself upright as you fall asleep.|3.38b]] $flirt_label +Z [[Your heart flutters against the warmth of Zahn’s body as you drift off to sleep.|3.38c]] $flirt_label +O [[Your gaze travels to watch Oswin as you begin to fall asleep.|3.38d]]

Your body melts into $Zhishers, a sense of ease fluttering through all of your muscles, and you can barely resist the oncoming sleep. <<if $height is 'verytall'>>Despite your height difference, Zahn doesn’t flinch and holds fast as $Zheshe supports you.<<elseif $height is 'tall'>>Despite your height difference, Zahn doesn’t flinch and holds fast as $Zheshe supports you.<<elseif $height is 'average'>>You perfectly lean together with Zahn, creating a bridge of effortless support and comfort between you.<<else>>You easily lean into Zahn, perfectly nestled, supported, and protected by $Zhisher body.<</if>> In the last fragments of awareness, you hear an airy chuckle. “Sleep well, $mc,” says a gentle voice. [[You’re asleep for the entire journey.|3.40]]

As you begin to fall asleep you’re beginning to drift and lean every which way. “$mc?” Zahn asks. You grunt. You hear an affectionate sigh and a light chuckle. “Here,” Oswin says, and you sense Zahn moving around. After you feel a tug at your waist, you realize there’s a rope around you, but your mind is too hazy to care. “Sleep well, $mc,” says a gentle voice. [[You’re asleep for the entire journey.|3.40]]

Your body melts into $Zhishers, a sense of ease and a touch of something more fluttering through all of your muscles, and you can barely resist the oncoming sleep. <<if $height is 'verytall'>>Despite your height difference, Zahn doesn’t flinch and holds fast as $Zheshe supports you.<<elseif $height is 'tall'>>Despite your height difference, Zahn doesn’t flinch and holds fast as $Zheshe supports you.<<elseif $height is 'average'>>You perfectly lean together with Zahn, creating a bridge of effortless support and comfort between you.<<else>>You easily lean into Zahn, perfectly nestled, supported, and protected by $Zhisher body.<</if>> In the last fragments of awareness, you hear an airy chuckle. “Sleep well, $mc,” says a gentle voice. [[You’re asleep for the entire journey.|3.40]]

As you begin to fall asleep you’re starting to drift and lean, but you keep your focus on Oswin. He looks almost regal, set off by the sunlight, his back straight in perfect posture upon his steed. He’s equal parts fierce and elegant, you think as your vision begins to blur. “$mc?” Zahn asks. You grunt, and notice Oswin’s green eyes focusing on you, though yours are getting heavier with each passing second. You think you see him hand something to Zahn and after you feel a tug at your waist, you realize there’s a rope around you, but your mind is too hazy to care. You think Oswin may be grinning at you now. “Sleep well, $mc,” says a gentle voice. [[You’re asleep for the entire journey.|3.40]]

<<set $height to 'verytall'>> Zahn nestles easily in behind you. $Zcapitalheshe leans to the side to smile at you once you’re both ready to go. You suppose you should thank Da’s cooking and Papa’s diligent nursing for the height you’ve obtained that’s even a cut above Oswin’s. The journey starts off quiet, everyone seems to be relaxed and enjoying the warmth of spring day and smell of sweet air. Oswin still seems on-guard, but you notice a subtle smile here and there. Zahn seems at ease, exuding a strange serenity. Perhaps it hails with being from a religious group? $Zcapitalheshe reminds you of water, a quick stream filled with small falls and smooth stones. The perfect source to cool yourself on a hot summer day and rest along the sounds of the babbling flow of water. The air around $Zhimher even feels cool. You know that spring is still in the early stages, but your proximity should feel warm, hot even. But it doesn’t, nor is it too cold. You wonder if it has something to do with Zahn’s magic. It’s a shame you weren’t conscious to experience it. You’re curious to know if it felt the same as Ansar’s. So far, Zahn seems friendly and perhaps a bit lonely, given how excited $Zheshe seems to be by your company. You consider why you chose to ride with $Zhimher…. [[It’s a chance to gain some familiarity with Zahn|3.37a]] [[You find Zahn’s presence comforting and safe|3.37b]] $flirt_label [[You just wanted to get a little closer to Zahn.|3.37c]] $flirt_label [[Zahn is clearly open to flirting, and so are you.|3.37d]] [[No particular reason, really.|3.37e]]

<<set $height to 'tall'>> Zahn nestles easily in behind you. $Zcapitalheshe leans to the side to smile at you once you’re both ready to go. You suppose you should thank Da’s cooking and Papa’s diligent nursing for the height you’ve obtained that’s even a match to Oswin’s. The journey starts off quiet, everyone seems to be relaxed and enjoying the warmth of spring day and smell of sweet air. Oswin still seems on-guard, but you notice a subtle smile here and there. Zahn seems at ease, exuding a strange serenity. Perhaps it hails with being from a religious group? $Zcapitalheshe reminds you of water, a quick stream filled with small falls and smooth stones. The perfect source to cool yourself on a hot summer day and rest along the sounds of the babbling flow of water. The air around $Zhimher even feels cool. You know that spring is still in the early stages, but your proximity should feel warm, hot even. But it doesn’t, nor is it too cold. You wonder if it has something to do with Zahn’s magic. It’s a shame you weren’t conscious to experience it. You’re curious to know if it felt the same as Ansar’s magic. So far, Zahn seems friendly and perhaps a bit lonely, given how excited $Zheshe seems to be by your company. You consider why you chose to ride with $Zhimher…. [[It’s a chance to gain some familiarity with Zahn|3.37a]] [[You find Zahn’s presence comforting and safe|3.37b]] $flirt_label [[You just wanted to get a little closer to Zahn.|3.37c]] $flirt_label [[Zahn is clearly open to flirting, and so are you.|3.37d]] [[No particular reason, really.|3.37e]]

<<set $height to 'average'>> Zahn nestles perfectly behind you. You twist around to see Zahn smiling you once you’re both settled. It is rather nice to have a companion that about matches your own height, especially since Emre isn’t with you. You suppose Oswin will always loom over you as he does his little brother. The journey starts off quiet, everyone seems to be relaxed and enjoying the warmth of spring day and smell of sweet air. Oswin still seems on-guard, but you notice a subtle smile here and there. Zahn seems at ease, exuding a strange serenity. Perhaps it hails with being from a religious group? $Zcapitalheshe reminds you of water, a quick stream filled with small falls and smooth stones. The perfect source to cool yourself on a hot summer day and rest along the sounds of the babbling flow of water. The air around $Zhimher even feels cool. You know that spring is still in the early stages, but your proximity should feel warm, hot even. But it doesn’t, nor is it too cold. You wonder if it has something to do with Zahn’s magic. It’s a shame you weren’t conscious to experience it. You’re curious to know if it felt the same as Ansar’s magic. So far, Zahn seems friendly and perhaps a bit lonely, given how excited $Zheshe seems to be by your company. You consider why you chose to ride with $Zhimher…. [[It’s a chance to gain some familiarity with Zahn|3.37a]] [[You find Zahn’s presence comforting and safe|3.37b]] $flirt_label [[You just wanted to get a little closer to Zahn.|3.37c]] $flirt_label [[Zahn is clearly open to flirting, and so are you.|3.37d]] [[No particular reason, really.|3.37e]]

<<set $height to 'short'>> Zahn nestles in comfortably at your back. $Zcapitalheshe leans over and smiles down at you once you’re both settled, looking ridiculously pleased. You suppose your lot in this journey will be to look up at everyone around you. At least you’re easy to travel with. Papa sometimes calls you pocket-sized with great affection. He seems to adore that you are the complete opposite of his tremendous size. The journey starts off quiet, everyone seems to be relaxed and enjoying the warmth of spring day and smell of sweet air. Oswin still seems on-guard, but you notice a subtle smile here and there. Zahn seems at ease, exuding a strange serenity. Perhaps it hails with being from a religious group? $Zcapitalheshe reminds you of water, a quick stream filled with small falls and smooth stones. The perfect source to cool yourself on a hot summer day and rest along the sounds of the babbling flow of water. The air around $Zhimher even feels cool. You know that spring is still in the early stages, but your proximity should feel warm, hot even. But it doesn’t, nor is it too cold. You wonder if it has something to do with Zahn’s magic. It’s a shame you weren’t conscious to experience it. You’re curious to know if it felt the same as Ansar’s magic. So far, Zahn seems friendly and perhaps a bit lonely, given how excited $Zheshe seems to be by your company. You consider why you chose to ride with $Zhimher…. [[It’s a chance to gain some familiarity with Zahn|3.37a]] [[You find Zahn’s presence comforting and safe|3.37b]] $flirt_label [[You just wanted to get a little closer to Zahn.|3.37c]] $flirt_label [[Zahn is clearly open to flirting, and so are you.|3.37d]] [[No particular reason, really.|3.37e]]

You only begin stirring as you hear Oswin and Zahn speaking about something. <<if hasVisited("3.32c")>>Zahn sits in front of you, and $Zhisher voice is oddly stern as $Zheshe gestures while speaking to Oswin.<</if>><<if hasVisited("3.32d")>>Zahn sits behind you still, and $Zhisher voice is oddly stern as $Zheshe gestures while speaking to Oswin<</if>><<if hasVisited("3.32a")>>Oswin is in front, and the rumble of his voice is still loud enough to rouse you from sleep.<</if>> <<if hasVisited("3.38a")>>Your body is completely absorbed into Zahn’s as $Zheshe fully supports and balances you.<</if>><<if hasVisited("3.38c")>>Your body is completely absorbed into Zahn’s as $Zheshe fully supports and balances you.<</if>><<if hasVisited("3.38b")>>You realize that there is still a rope around you, holding you up on your mount, wrapped around Zahn as if you were a string puppet.<</if>><<if hasVisited("3.38d")>>You realize that there is still a rope around you, holding you up on your mount, wrapped around Zahn as if you were a string puppet.<</if>><<if hasVisited("3.35d")>>You realize that there is still a rope around you, holding you up on Flit, wrapped around Oswin as if you were a string puppet.<</if>><<if hasVisited("3.35b")>>You realize that there is still a rope around you, holding you up on Flit, wrapped around Oswin as if you were a string puppet.<</if>><<if hasVisited("3.35a")>>Your body is completely absorbed into Oswin’s as he fully supports and balances you.<</if>><<if hasVisited("3.35c")>>Your body is completely absorbed into Oswin’s as he fully supports and balances you.<</if>> It’s hard to tell if the two are arguing or not. Their voices are hushed, but raised in clear aggravation. You straighten up and rub the sleep from your eyes. Zahn snips at Oswin, “Well now you’ve done it, poor $mc woke up.” “You idiot,” Oswin chides, “you started the whole discussion that lead to this.” “Only because you won’t listen to reason!” It’s then you notice that the mounts are no longer moving, and though you’ve clearly awoken, your two guides are still only talking in angry whispers. “What’s going on?” you ask, mimicking their hushed tone. Oswin tries to speak, but Zahn quickly interrupts. “The clearing is just a little ways up, but I keep telling the big bad mercenary that something feels weird about it.” “Feels weird?” Oswin scoffs. Zahn, very maturely, sticks $Zhisher tongue out at Oswin. “It’s not //bad// just odd. It doesn’t feel like the forest or the river; it’s just not normal. My gut is always right about these things, and I think the big guy with the big sword should go check it out before we get ambushed.” You sigh and stare at Oswin, who appears to be burning to gripe to you about his side of things. <<if $Ostat2 is 'friends'>>A smirk nearly breaches your lips as you’re reminded of how he and Emre used to argue as children. Oswin can be oddly patient, even if he puffs his cheeks out and pouts about it.<<elseif $Ostat2 is 'romantic'>>A smirk nearly breaches your lips as you’re reminded of how he and Emre used to argue as children. Oswin can be oddly patient, even if he puffs his cheeks out and pouts about it. It’s kind of cute to see him look like a put-off squirrel.<<elseif $Ostat2 is 'distant'>>An eye roll hits you before you can calm your reaction. Oswin has such a bad habit of letting his pride take over. Even as kids, he tended to act like he was inherently right about things.<<elseif $Ostat2 is 'neutral'>>This is taking you back to your childhood. Watching Emre and Oswin argue was daunting. Oswin can be patient to listen, but still stubborn in his opinions during spats.<</if>> You sense that you’ll be called on to mediate without being given the chance to full awaken. “$mc, I have been in this forest several times. I use this clearing for camp every time I’ve been through. I have not heard a thing or seen a thing that would make me feel that there is any danger here. The //little pilgrim// is beginning to make me think that $Zheshe is up to something.” Zahn groans. “Fine, then this //little pilgrim// will scout ahead!” With a simple fluid motion, Zahn is up and off of $mountname, which is impressive as it is surprising. [[You try to kindly mediate between them.|3.41a][$GentleAssertive to Math.clamp($GentleAssertive + 3, 0, 100)]] [[You put a decisive end to their bickering.|3.41b][$GentleAssertive to Math.clamp($GentleAssertive - 3, 0, 100)]] [[They’re both being stubborn and need to take this seriously, and if they won’t, you will.|3.41c][$SeriousPlayful to Math.clamp($SeriousPlayful + 3, 0, 100)]] [[You subtly reach for a snack as you keep watch on with wicked amusement|3.41d][$SeriousPlayful to Math.clamp($SeriousPlayful - 3, 0, 100)]] [[This is ridiculous, you’ll scout ahead yourself and put a stop to this.|3.41e][$RecklessCautious to Math.clamp($RecklessCautious + 3, 0, 100)]] [[You play it safe and let them figure it out.|3.41f][$RecklessCautious to Math.clamp($RecklessCautious - 3, 0, 100)]]

Before you can say a word or do anything, Oswin is also off his horse, going after Zahn. They immediately begin a hushed argument about which of them will scout the area ahead and the clearing. You groan and dismount, approaching them with hands raised. “You two, settle down – please,” you begin, keeping your voice calm and soothing. You feel a bit like you’re mitigating between two angry goats that are ready to lock horns. Oswin eyes you and relaxes his shoulders a bit. Zahn backs off and smiles at you, placing $Zhisher hands on the back of $Zhisher head in a casual posture. “Oswin, we all realize that you’re leading this excursion, but you agreed to travel together and even wanted Zahn’s help. $Zcapitalheshe is trying to provide that help, and you need to be a bit more open to receiving that.” Zahn smiles wide, aiming mischievous eyes towards Oswin, puffing $Zhisher chest out. “Zahn,” you start, firm but kind. $Zcapitalheshe deflates a bit, eyes turning towards you sheepishly. “...you had ought to show Oswin a bit more respect. He’s a seasoned traveler and knows the area, so if you feel that something is off, bring it up with a bit more humility, yeah?” Zahn lowers $Zhisher hands and nods. Oswin sighs heavily, but also nods in agreement. “I suppose that is fair.” <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>“Now,” you state, “if you are quite through with your fits, we should all go have a look before we let our guard down.”<<else>>“Now,” you state, “as hilarious as it is to watch the two of you puff your cheeks out like petulant brats, we should probably all go have a look before we get comfortable.”<</if>> [[Oswin grumbles what probably passes as an agreement.|3.42]]

Before you can say a word or do anything, Oswin is also off his horse, going after Zahn. They immediately begin a hushed argument about which of them will scout the area ahead and the clearing. You slide off your steed and approach them a scowl that could rival Betony Twinflower’s when her children are up to no good. You just need her wooden spoon to wave at them and then perhaps they’d see reason. “That’s ''enough'', you two,” you say in a firm tone, sure to keep your volume a bit low. Zahn immediately pouts at you, looking like a scolded puppy. Oswin resembles a rather nonplussed owl. With their full attention, you continue. “This is an absurd thing for you to waste time arguing about.” Oswin grumbles. “But $Zheshe-” “Nope,” you cut in. “I do not care. Oswin, you agreed to bring Zahn on the road with us. That means $Zhisher voice matters, $Zhisher opinions and advice should be taken into consideration.” Zahn crosses $Zhisher arms and nods with a shit-eating smirk directed at Oswin. But, you’re not done. “Wipe that smile off your face, Zahn – I haven’t started on you yet.” $Zcapitalhisher shoulders and face immediately drop. “Oswin is an experienced traveler. He’s our guide and our main source of protection, even if he’s being stubborn, you ought to address him with a bit of respect. Both of you need to listen to each other. If I can’t even sleep without waking up to you two being petty, I’ll just take off on my own.” Zahn gives Oswin an apologetic smile and nods. Oswin sighs heavily, but also nods in agreement. “I suppose that is fair. I apologize, to both of you.” “I’m sorry too,” Zahn adds. <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>“Now,” you state, “if you are quite through with your fits, we should all go have a look before we let our guard down.”<<else>>“Now,” you state, “as hilarious as it is to watch the two of you puff your cheeks out like petulant brats, we should probably all go have a look before we get comfortable.”<</if>> [[Oswin grumbles what probably passes as an agreement.|3.42]]

Before you can say a word or do anything, Oswin is also off his horse, going after Zahn. They immediately begin a hushed argument about which of them will scout the area ahead and the clearing. You huff as you dismount, approaching them with arms folded as you look to the path beyond them. “Stop it, both of you!” You barely raise your voice, but keep your tone knife-sharp. Zahn immediately jerks to attention and pouts at you, looking like a scolded puppy. Oswin resembles a rather nonplussed owl. With their full attention, you continue. “What kind of fools are you if you think having a pissing contest at this moment is the best course of action?” Oswin presses his lips into a thin line. Zahn takes a breath to speak. “Nope,” you cut in. “This is not the time. Oswin, you agreed to bring Zahn on the road with us. That means $Zhisher voice matters, $Zhisher opinions and advice should be taken into consideration. If $Zheshe says something doesn’t feel right, we ought to heed that and not take stupid chances for the sake of ego.” Zahn crosses $Zhisher arms and nods with a shit-eating smirk directed at Oswin. But, you’re not done. “Wipe that smile off your face, Zahn – I haven’t started on you yet.” $Zcapitalhisher shoulders and face immediately drop. “Oswin is an experienced traveler. He’s our guide and our first line of protection, even if he’s being stubborn, you ought to address him with respect. Both of you need to listen to each other. If I can’t even sleep without waking up to you two being petty, I’ll just handle this on my own.” Zahn gives Oswin an apologetic smile and nods. Oswin sighs heavily, but also nods in agreement. “I suppose that is fair. I apologize, to both of you.” “I’m sorry too,” Zahn adds. <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>“Now, let’s all take a deep breath, regroup, and handle this with a bit more grace.” Surprisingly, both of them follow your lead, taking some calming breaths. “Alright, let’s get going,” you conclude.<<else>>“It’s time to shape-up you two. Get it together and let’s handle this.” You lead the charge as the others snap to attention.<</if>> [[Oswin grumbles what probably passes as an agreement.|3.42]]

Oswin doesn't miss a beat and is off of Flit in seconds. You also dismount, not taking your eyes off the two bickering in hushed tones, so you don’t miss a thing. You root around in one of your saddlebags until you find a sack of dried fruit that you’ve been saving for a special occasion. With a treat secured, you quietly approach and lean against a small tree that butts up against the road. It’s comical watching them hiss at each other – both trying to remain cautiously quiet, but still raising their hackles. Though Zahn is much shorter than Oswin, $Zheshe holds $Zhisher own, hands on hips and determination etched in $Zhisher brow. Oswin has his arms crossed over his chest, heavy brow looming above his eyes and casting an intimidating shadow over his face. Surprisingly, they at least let each other say their piece. Oswin makes a show of throwing his hands up and rolling his eyes. “You can’t just say you feel weird and expect me to understand what that means.” “I didn’t say that //I// feel weird, 'something' feels weird.” Zahn rebuttals. “How in the heavens does that clarify anything!?” Oswin replies, clearly struggling to keep his voice down. You shove some of your snack into your mouth and chew with glee as you notice the tips of Oswin’s ears going red. Zahn stamps a foot, balling $Zhisher hands into fists. “You //asked// me to help you. This is me helping. Something in the air doesn’t feel right – so I told you. Your ears are so far up your own ass that you can’t hear anything else!” You fail to hide your smile and a snicker almost bubbles out of you. Digging in your bag, you pull out more dried fruit. “Well, perhaps if you should stop speaking out of ''yours'', I could actually understand you,” Oswin says through gritted teeth, ears and neck blooming in red. “You start chiding me and spitting out nonsense randomly after hours of peace and quiet, what else did you expect? Talking in circles as if I should simply just know what you mean and should dance to your tune. I made it abundantly clear that I will not give you my full trust-” You chuck a dried berry and smack Oswin right in the forehead, stopping him immediately. Zahn turns towards you, only to be struck in the cheek with shriveled date. The two silently stare at you as you pop more fruit in your mouth and watch them in turn. “You done?” you ask. Oswin and Zahn look at each other and then turn back at you. “Okay then,” you continue. “Oswin – you asked Zahn to come along, you need to value $Zhisher input. Zahn – Oswin is our guide and is experienced, speak to him with respect. Both of you give the other a moment to understand what the other is saying.” You toss another date and Oswin snatches it out of the air before it can smack either of them. A smile lights up your face. “Good, now let’s go check things out.” [[Oswin grumbles what probably passes as an agreement.|3.42]]

The two go about arguing in hushed tones, each chiding each other for this slight or that. Is this it? Will you trust your safety to a pair of bickering idiots? You roll your eyes at the spectacle. You know damn well that Oswin is just too busy feeling undermined and Zahn is being too immature to come to their senses. You’ll just take this into your own hands, check the path ahead and the clearing and hopefully by the time you get back, they’ll have stopped fighting. Trudging past them, you don’t even spare a glance, and they don’t seem to notice you. After you are down the road a ways, you tuck in close to the tree line to remain as hidden as possible, staying low to the ground. You’re about halfway to the where the road opens up when you feel hands on both your shoulders. Oswin and Zahn drag you back. Figures they manage to work cooperatively for //this// but can’t have a civil conversation. In rebellion, you let your legs go limp so they are forced to half-drag you back to where the mounts patiently wait. Oswin lights into you first. “What in the stars was that about, $mc? Are you trying to get yourself killed!?” “Yeah,” Zahn eagerly agrees. “We don’t know what might be ahead, going alone is too dangerous.” You roll your eyes and straighten your clothing. “Well, it was better than watching you two have some stupid spat over your wounded pride. At the rate you’re going, if there is something amiss, it will find us long before we find it!” Zahn immediately looks ashamed and fight leaves Oswin’s expression. “How am I supposed to trust either of you on this trip if you can’t even make one decision without finding something to argue about?” You fold your arms and the pair shirk back as they listen. “Oswin – it is no longer the two of us. You agreed to have Zahn come along, and $Zheshe is due some consideration. Zahn – you need to keep in mind that Oswin is seasoned at this and to speak to him with a bit of respect.” In unison they respond. “Yes, $mc.” Oswin sighs heavily. “I suppose that is fair. I apologize, to both of you.” “I’m sorry too,” Zahn adds. <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>“Now,” you state, “if you are quite through with your fits, we should all go have a look before we let our guard down.”<<else>>“Now, as long as you two can remain agreeable, I mostly promise to not run off again. So, let’s go have a look.”<</if>> [[Oswin grumbles what probably passes as an agreement.|3.42]]

Oswin effortlessly hops off of flit and the two are locking figurative horns within moments. You realize that this could take a while and also dismount, going to each steed to give them some pats and scratches around their ears. <<if $mount is 'chessy'>>$mountname gently mouths at your shoulders and face as if to thank you for the attention. She looks at you softly and you see her lower lip droop as she relaxes in your company.<<elseif $mount is 'eb'>>$mountname bobs his head up and down to demand more attention once you stop patting him. He grunts happily the moment your hand is on his nose again.<<elseif $mount is 'bay'>>$mountname presses his massive head into your chest ever so gently, so that you can hug him. His eyes close and his ears flop as he rests into you.<<elseif $mount is 'mule'>>After petting $mountname, she raises and flaps her upper lip right in your face to show of large and yellowing teeth. You expect her to bray, but all she does is try to nibble your hair.<</if>> <<if $mount is 'mule'>>Your tall and feisty mule<<else>>Your faithful horse<</if>> has been a welcome reprieve from the hushed argument happening behind you. You dig out a few snacks for both $mountname and Flit that they gobble happily, and you decide to brush and untangle their manes while your traveling companions bicker. Bits of their conversation start to drift towards you as their hushed tones raise inadvertently here and there. “I didn’t say that //I// feel weird, 'something' feels weird.” Zahn gripes. “How in the heavens does that clarify anything!?” Oswin replies, clearly struggling to keep his voice down. You gently untangle $mountname’s mane, starting with your fingers as you consider braiding it when you get the chance. Zahn stamps a foot, and you glance back to see $Zhimher balling $Zhisher hands into fists. “You //asked// me to help you.” A sigh escapes you as you bring the brush to the ends of $mountname’s hair and gently begin working it along. Oswin’s voice is strained. “You start chiding me and spitting out nonsense randomly after hours of peace and quiet, what else did you expect?” <<if $anx > 19>>You feel your heart begin to beat hard with each harshly-toned word they say to each other. $mountname senses your distress and turns to try and nuzzle you. <</if>>You keep working quietly, hoping they will have their differences resolved soon and peacefully. You’re not sure if you should interrupt or even what you would say if you did and you’re soon washed away in thought. You feel a hand to your shoulder and jump, $mountname’s head also jerking in surprise. “$mc?” Oswin asks. “Yeah?” “I’m sorry, are you okay?” Both he and Zahn are looking at you, looking remorseful. You nod, actually a bit unsure. “Yeah, I think so. Did you two work something out?” Zahn smiles. “Well, yeah, we’re both kinda dumb it turns out.” A huff escapes Oswin. “Some of us more than others,” he mumbles. Unphased, Zahn continues. “This isn’t about us right now, and we misunderstood each other I think. Sorry for making you wait.” “So, are we taking a look around the area first?” $Zcapitalheshe grabs $Zhisher bow. “We sure are.” [[Oswin grumbles what probably passes as an agreement.|3.42]]

The three of you collect yourselves and guide the mounts to the side of the road and loosely tether them so they don’t wander off but are accessible for a quick getaway. The clearing is a ways ahead, a fairly easy trek up a slight hill. Oswin preemptively unsheathes his sword, and Zahn strings $Zhisher bow. <<if $interest is 'choppin'>>You take your axe from its holster that’s strapped to your saddlebags. The blade glints in the bits of sunlight that streams through the canopy of trees that hang over the road. You sharpened it before you departed home, and it feels like a shame to use it on anything but it’s intended purpose. At least you have a solid weapon to protect yourself.<<elseif $interest is 'woodin'>>You prepare a large hunting knife from Oswin’s collection. Your carving tools might be good for threatening a tree or two, but not for self-defense. The newly-sharpened blade glints in the sparkles of sunlight filtering through the tree canopy above you, and you can plainly see that it’s well cared for. It barely makes a sound when slashed through the air.<<elseif $interest is 'swordin'>>You retrieve you own sword, which has been kept safe in a holster attached to your saddlebags. After dawning your leather scabbard at your hip, you feel complete. The blade within has served you well even if you’ve only use it in practices and civil duels. You draw the weapon and prepare for whatever lies ahead.<<elseif $interest is 'healin'>>You prepare a large hunting knife from Oswin’s collection. Your potions and balms will be handy for later if a fight does ensue, and if you had time, you could easily fashion a poison; but that won’t serve you as well as a knife right now. You’re a healer, by nature that calls more to you than doing any harm even in the name of self-defense, but you can’t be caught unprepared.<<elseif $interest is 'tradin'>>You prepare a large hunting knife from Oswin’s collection. Your pens might be good for threatening a fellow tradesperson as you write up a bill but not for self-defense. The newly-sharpened blade glints in the sparkles of sunlight filtering through the tree canopy above you, and you can plainly see that it’s well cared for. It barely makes a sound when slashed through the air.<<elseif $interest is 'cookin'>>Though you are loathe to use your good knives in a case of self-defense, you unroll your collection and select your favorites from the bunch. You could opt to borrow a hunting knife from Oswin, but you know your own knives too well. They are perfectly balanced in your hands and sharp enough to frighten the skin right off of a potato or fillet a fish with the flick of your wrist.<<elseif $interest is 'archin'>>You unholster your bow from your saddle, stringing it in a fluid motion. Even if you’ve been tired and unwell, the movement is still so natural to you as if the bow bends to your command. You spot Zahn’s eyes go wide as $Zheshe realizes that you’re also an archer. The spark in $Zhisher eyes tells you that a friendly competition will be requested of you soon. You’re confident, your aim rivals your da’s after all and you can often out-shoot Oswin.<</if>> After you are all fully prepared, you begin to creep up the road. It is still quiet and, to you, nothing seems amiss. Zahn peers around a bit nervously and $Zheshe appears to be searching for any source for the strange feelings $Zheshe has had. Zahn is clearly on edge. Oswin is pure focus. You’re not sure how he could look even sharper than he usually does, but it is as if the man is possessed with pure determination. The poise he exudes is flawless, and you doubt anything will escape his notice. You are near the clearing and can see that the trees are thinning and opening up. The sound of water rushing is becoming more obvious as well, and you can even smell it – fresh cool water spurred on by melting snow from the mountains. Ironically, it makes your mouth water. You all slow for a moment and look at each other. Zahn nods, still looking fraught with worry. It’s clear that whatever it is they sense is definitely ahead. Your heart begins to thrum harder in your chest and it’s hard to tell if it’s excitement or anxiety. [[A deep bellow echos from the clearing.|3.43]]

Your eyes go wide, though you see nothing as the call carries all around you, long and low, until it is punctuated by a piercing cry. Every hair on your body stands. Oswin turns to look at you, jerking his head to signal you, and you sneak closer. He whispers. “Stay here with Zahn. I will sneak up and take a look to see what we’re dealing with. I will signal you to move up, or I will make my way back if we need to leave the area.” [[You huff. You’re ready for this, he’s being too cautious.|3.44a][$RecklessCautious to Math.clamp($RecklessCautious + 5, 0, 100)]] [[You nod. You would rather play this safe.|3.44b][$RecklessCautious to Math.clamp($RecklessCautious - 5, 0, 100)]]

Oswin glowers. “$mc, know that I do this not because I think you incapable, but because your well-being, your life, is the most important thing to me...right now.” You nod. It’s a bit hard to argue that at this moment when silence is necessary and time may be of the essence. $flirt_label [[Your face is definitely feeling hotter all of the sudden.|3.45a]] [[For now, you’ll just have to let Oswin do his thing.|3.45b]]

Oswin brow furrows. “$mc, know that I will do everything within my power to always keep you safe. Your well-being, your life, is the most important thing to me….right now.” You nod. It’s almost difficult to not feel a confidence boost after words like that. $flirt_label [[Your face is definitely feeling hotter all of the sudden.|3.45a]] [[You’ll trust Oswin do his thing.|3.45b]]

<<set $Oflirt +=3>> Something about his tone floods you in warmth. Your eyes only met for a second, but there was such intensity with just a glance. <<if $Ostat is 'friend'>>You can’t help but ask yourself if feeling such things is okay. You’d determined to make Oswin into a friend again. Is this flow of warmth merely friendship? Does he feel it too or is it...is it just you?<<elseif $Ostat is 'crush'>>This flood is carrying your heart away and fast. Your feelings are already well into something beyond friendship, and this isn’t helping matters. His words replay in your head, ‘//your// well-being,’ ‘//your// life.’ The connotation goes without saying, ''you'' are most important to him. At least for right now. //Just// right now?<<elseif $Ostat is 'distant'>>You can’t help but ask yourself if feeling such things is okay. You’d determined to keep Oswin at a distance. How is it that you are flowing with warmth at his words? Are your feelings changing? Is the gap between you actually being bridged?<<elseif $Ostat is 'neutral'>>You can’t help but ask yourself if feeling such things is okay. You’d resolved that your feelings about Oswin would remain neutral. How is it that you are flowing with warmth at his words? Are your feelings changing? Is your middle-ground wavering now?<</if>> Another shrill cry cuts right through your thoughts. The same deep bellow resonates along with it once again. It seems unnatural, unlike anything you’ve ever heard before. Oswin and Zahn tense as the call holds for several seconds. And just at the end of it, at the height of the sharp sound, you all hear another. The distinct outcry of a voice, a human voice that is clearly distressed. Someone is up there. Someone who clearly needs help. Oswin bolts the moment he hears the person, he’s nearly to the opening in the treeline by the time you realize. Zahn looks conflicted in the split second you have to decide what to do, an arrow prepared and legs ready to run. It’s clear that you have to choose. [[You have to help. Help Oswin. Help whoever it is in the clearing.|3.46a][$RecklessCautious to Math.clamp($RecklessCautious + 5, 0, 100)]] [[Adventure calls, and you heed it. You rush to the clearing.|3.46b][$RecklessCautious to Math.clamp($RecklessCautious + 5, 0, 100)]] [[Oswin told you to stay back; you must stay back.|3.46c][$RecklessCautious to Math.clamp($RecklessCautious - 5, 0, 100)]] $flirt_label [[Oswin trusted you to stay back. It wrenches your heart, but you must.|3.46d][$RecklessCautious to Math.clamp($RecklessCautious - 5, 0, 100)]] $flirt_label [[Your heart clenches in fear for Oswin’s safety, before you can think, you are already running to him.|3.46e][$RecklessCautious to Math.clamp($RecklessCautious + 5, 0, 100)]] [[You can’t help it, you’ve got to be there for Oswin|3.46a][$RecklessCautious to Math.clamp($RecklessCautious + 5, 0, 100)]] [[You need to stay back, for Zahn’s sake|3.46f][$RecklessCautious to Math.clamp($RecklessCautious - 5, 0, 100)]] [[You think Zahn wants to help, and you do as well.|3.46g][$RecklessCautious to Math.clamp($RecklessCautious + 5, 0, 100)]]

You have to trust that Oswin knows what he’s doing. And, you listening to his requests are part of that. <<if $Ostat is 'friend'>>He’s your friend, at least that’s what you’re building towards. You need to have faith in him.<<elseif $Ostat is 'crush'>>You care a great deal for him. You worry for his safety as well, but you know that you can trust him too.<<elseif $Ostat is 'distant'>>Despite the distance between you two, you know you need to heed his wishes and play this safe. His genuine care for your safety is evident and you can’t help but have a little respect for his determination.<<elseif $Ostat is 'neutral'>>Despite the neutrality you feel concerning Oswin, you know you need to heed his wishes and play this safe. His genuine care for your safety is evident and you can’t help but have a respect for his determination.<</if>> Another shrill cry cuts right through your thoughts. The same deep bellow resonates along with it once again. It seems unnatural, unlike anything you’ve ever heard before. Oswin and Zahn tense as the call holds for several seconds. And just at the end of it, at the height of the sharp sound, you all hear another. The distinct outcry of a voice, a human voice that is clearly distressed. Someone is up there. Someone who clearly needs help. Oswin bolts the moment he hears the person, he’s nearly to the opening in the treeline by the time you realize. Zahn looks conflicted in the split second you have to decide what to do, an arrow prepared and legs ready to run. It’s clear that you have to choose. [[You have to help. Help Oswin. Help whoever it is in the clearing.|3.46a][$RecklessCautious to Math.clamp($RecklessCautious + 5, 0, 100)]] [[Adventure calls, and you heed it. You rush to the clearing.|3.46b][$RecklessCautious to Math.clamp($RecklessCautious + 5, 0, 100)]] [[Oswin told you to stay back; you must stay back.|3.46c][$RecklessCautious to Math.clamp($RecklessCautious - 5, 0, 100)]] $flirt_label [[Oswin trusted you to stay back. It wrenches your heart, but you must.|3.46d][$RecklessCautious to Math.clamp($RecklessCautious - 5, 0, 100)]] $flirt_label [[Your heart clenches in fear for Oswin’s safety, before you can think, you are already running to him.|3.46e][$RecklessCautious to Math.clamp($RecklessCautious + 5, 0, 100)]] [[You can’t help it, you’ve got to be there for Oswin|3.46a][$RecklessCautious to Math.clamp($RecklessCautious + 5, 0, 100)]]

You’ve got to help, you cannot just stand around. It’s not the type of person you are. You know you will get a lecture later for it, but you’d rather be there to help ensure that there is someone to share those stern words with you after. With a firm grip on your <<if $interest is 'choppin'>>axe<<elseif $interest is 'woodin'>>hunting knife<<elseif $interest is 'swordin'>>sword<<elseif $interest is 'healin'>>hunting knife<<elseif $interest is 'tradin'>>hunting knife<<elseif $interest is 'cookin'>>knives<<elseif $interest is 'archin'>>bow<</if>>, you take off. Zahn follows close at your heels, ready to launch an arrow within a moment’s notice. The bellow sounds again along with the piercing call, you swear that it almost makes the ground below your feet vibrate. The strained yell of the person, just barely audible under the thunderous noise, spurs you to move faster. [[You see Oswin reach the clearing, brandishing his sword.|3.47a]]

You’ve got to be there, you cannot just stand around. You’ve been shut-in practically your entire life within the confines of a small and sleepy town. You //need// to see something, experience //something//. You know you will get a lecture later for it, but you cannot miss this chance. With a firm grip on your <<if $interest is 'choppin'>>axe<<elseif $interest is 'woodin'>>hunting knife<<elseif $interest is 'swordin'>>sword<<elseif $interest is 'healin'>>hunting knife<<elseif $interest is 'tradin'>>hunting knife<<elseif $interest is 'cookin'>>knives<<elseif $interest is 'archin'>>bow<</if>>, you take off. Zahn follows close at your heels, ready to launch an arrow within a moment’s notice. The bellow sounds again along with the piercing call, you swear that it almost makes the ground below your feet vibrate. The strained yell of the person, just barely audible under the thunderous noise, spurs you to move faster. [[You see Oswin reach the clearing, brandishing his sword.|3.47a]]

He practically begged you to stay away from danger, and you must. That doesn’t stop you from gripping your <<if $interest is 'choppin'>>axe<<elseif $interest is 'woodin'>>hunting knife<<elseif $interest is 'swordin'>>sword<<elseif $interest is 'healin'>>hunting knife<<elseif $interest is 'tradin'>>hunting knife<<elseif $interest is 'cookin'>>knives<<elseif $interest is 'archin'>>bow<</if>> like a lifeline though. It doesn’t stop you from fretting either. There’s a conflicting push and pull within you as you watch Oswin’s back disappear. Zahn takes a protective stance next to you with bow at the ready. The bellow sounds again along with the piercing call, you swear that it almost makes the ground below your feet vibrate. The strained yell of the person, just barely audible under the thunderous noise, spurs your heart to race. [[You see Oswin reach the clearing, brandishing his sword.|3.47b]]

<<set $Oflirt +=3>> He practically begged you to stay away from danger, and you must. You cannot betray that trust even if it burns you from within. He //needs// you to stay safe, stay out of the way. He //needs// you to wait for him, to give him a reason to fight hard and return. He must return to you. He must. Your hands grip tightly upon your <<if $interest is 'choppin'>>axe<<elseif $interest is 'woodin'>>hunting knife<<elseif $interest is 'swordin'>>sword<<elseif $interest is 'healin'>>hunting knife<<elseif $interest is 'tradin'>>hunting knife<<elseif $interest is 'cookin'>>knives<<elseif $interest is 'archin'>>bow<</if>> like a lifeline. You fret. There’s a conflicting push and pull within you as you watch Oswin’s back disappear, almost like you could reel him back if you willed hard enough. Zahn takes a protective stance next to you with bow at the ready. The bellow sounds again along with the piercing call, you swear that it almost makes the ground below your feet vibrate. The strained yell of the person, just barely audible under the thunderous noise, spurs your heart to race. [[You see Oswin reach the clearing, brandishing his sword.|3.47b]]

<<set $Oflirt +=3>> You’ve got to help, you cannot just stand around. It’s not the type of person you are. You know you will get a lecture later for it, but you’d rather be there to help ensure that there is someone to share those stern words with you after. With a firm grip on your <<if $interest is 'choppin'>>axe<<elseif $interest is 'woodin'>>hunting knife<<elseif $interest is 'swordin'>>sword<<elseif $interest is 'healin'>>hunting knife<<elseif $interest is 'tradin'>>hunting knife<<elseif $interest is 'cookin'>>knives<<elseif $interest is 'archin'>>bow<</if>>, you take off. Zahn follows close at your heels, ready to launch an arrow within a moment’s notice. The bellow sounds again along with the piercing call, you swear that it almost makes the ground below your feet vibrate. The strained yell of the person, just barely audible under the thunderous noise, spurs you to move faster. [[You see Oswin reach the clearing, brandishing his sword.|3.47a]]

<<set $Zflirt +=3>> You see the conflict in $Zhisher face as well. Oswin firmly insisted that you stay back and that Zahn remain with you. In the short time you’ve known $Zhimher, $Zheshe has grown on you and you feel the prickle of desire to also keep Zahn safe. $Zcapitalheshe was told to stay with you. So, if you put yourself in danger, Zahn likely will too. That makes you just as responsible for what may happen to $Zhimher as it does for yourself. If Oswin can’t handle this himself, you know he will come back to you and all of you can make a retreat to the horses and flee the area. You can’t put Zahn’s life on the line even if you feel conflicted about Oswin’s actions. Your hands grip tightly upon your <<if $interest is 'choppin'>>axe<<elseif $interest is 'woodin'>>hunting knife<<elseif $interest is 'swordin'>>sword<<elseif $interest is 'healin'>>hunting knife<<elseif $interest is 'tradin'>>hunting knife<<elseif $interest is 'cookin'>>knives<<elseif $interest is 'archin'>>bow<</if>> like a lifeline. You fret. There’s a conflicting push and pull within you as you watch Oswin’s back disappear, but Zahn remains steadfast at your side with bow at the ready. The bellow sounds again along with the piercing call, you swear that it almost makes the ground below your feet vibrate. The strained yell of the person, just barely audible under the thunderous noise, spurs your heart to race. [[You see Oswin reach the clearing, brandishing his sword.|3.47b]]

<<set $Zflirt +=3>> You’ve got to help too, you cannot just stand around. Zahn is keen and $Zhisher attitude is contagious. You know you will get a lecture later for it, but you’d rather be there to help ensure that there is someone to share those stern words with you after. With a firm grip on your <<if $interest is 'choppin'>>axe<<elseif $interest is 'woodin'>>hunting knife<<elseif $interest is 'swordin'>>sword<<elseif $interest is 'healin'>>hunting knife<<elseif $interest is 'tradin'>>hunting knife<<elseif $interest is 'cookin'>>knives<<elseif $interest is 'archin'>>bow<</if>>, you take off. You follow close to Zahn’s side as $Zheshe grips their bow, ready to launch an arrow at a moment’s notice. The bellow sounds again along with the piercing call, you swear that it almost makes the ground below your feet vibrate. The strained yell of the person, just barely audible under the thunderous noise, spurs you to move faster. [[You see Oswin reach the clearing, brandishing his sword.|3.47a]]

The rumble of the bellow hits again just as Oswin fully disappears from sight. Your heart gets caught in your throat as your mind flips through what monster could possibly make such a noise. Zahn looks conflicted and tense, but remains on guard by your side. The sound of shouting reaches your ears, a mixture of the stranger's voice and Oswin’s. You see him back up to the road once more, barely visible except for his head and sword raised high as he shouts. What is he doing? Could he luring a beast towards him? Zahn looks at you and then back to Oswin, worrying $Zhisher lip before taking off towards the clearing in a flash. Your legs move to follow of their own volition, your instinct either telling you that remaining alone is too dangerous or that you need to be there for your companions. With weapon tight in your grip, you reach the clearing. [[This is it.|3.48]]

The rumble of the bellow hits again just as Oswin fully disappears from sight. You’ve nearly caught up, and you pick up your pace. The cry from the person reaches your ears easily now; they’re yelling something. It must be a call for help. Zahn is quick and surpasses you just before you reach the tree line. $Zheshe drops to one knee and draws $Zhisher bow. You see Oswin fumble backwards back into your line of sight, sword raised high – he’s yelling something. You burst into the clearing, weapon ready, heart racing. [[This is it.|3.48]]

Your head buzzes with anticipation as you breach into the action, pure adrenaline commands you. Is it a demon? A troll? Are griffins real? …. …. <span id="g1" class="look"><<link "It’s a monst-">><<glance "g1" "It’s a monst-" "It’s a giant elk...">><</link>></span> …. …. [[What is going on here!?|3.49]]

Oswin tosses his sword down as you all take in the spectacle. The elk calls out again, that strange twist between a shrill cry and a roar, as it rears up. The antlers on it’s right side are gone and dangling from the remaining set on the left, is a familiar tall gentleman, dressed down in simple linens. Nathanael. The elk shakes its head and groans. The merchant sways with every motion of it’s giant head, yelping as he struggles to hang on. He’s pleading for assistance, but Oswin seems unmoved. “Please, a hand if you would, mighty warrior!” Nathanael calls, one arm flailing about. You’re too shocked to speak as you continue to gawk. Zahn seems similarly taken. It’s hard to gauge what exactly is happening here or why he of all people would be on this road in the first place. You notice a colorful long robe neatly draped over a low branch to the side. At least it’s not all strange, seeing Nathanael only wearing white linen may be the most shocking thing about this scene. He must have removed the robe before doing...whatever this is. After some choice grumbling, Oswin stomps over to the poor merchant, dodging an accidental kick from the man as he struggles to keep hold. Though the elk is quite tall, much more than your own mount even, you’re not quite sure why Nathanael doesn’t just let go. It would be a tumble, but it isn’t like it would be that detrimental to his health. Surprisingly, Oswin avoids Nathanael all together and goes right up to the elk, reaching up to its giant head. It snorts and lowers its nose, affectionately nuzzling Oswin’s face as he sets about petting it’s forehead. Its head keeps lowering until Nathanael unhooks his tunic from one of the points of the antler and his feet touch the ground once more. Once the extra weight is off, the elk raises it’s head again and stretches, turning towards the surrounding trees and brush to rake the antler against the foliage. Every tree in the area shakes as branches and leaves pop off in droves. With a big thud, the last of the elk’s rack falls to the ground, and it lifts it’s head to bellow once more in celebration. You nearly have to cover your ears, and you get chills at the strange mix of low and high pitches in the call. Without much fanfare, the elk folds its legs and plops down with a contented groan. Nathanael throws his hands in the air. “Well, you could’ve lead with that, you buffoon!” [[This trip just got weirder….|3.50]]

As the rush of danger leaves your body, exhaustion takes its place. At least, in this place, you can be at ease. You jump at the sensation of something touching your legs, and find Nathanael’s cat rubbing against you. His beautiful grey fur looks incredibly soft, and as he gets up on his back legs to reach up to you, patting you on the hip, you are compelled to abandon your weapon and pick him up. He’s already purring. Green eyes look at you with a mixture of softness and superiority. You notice that even his little nose and whiskers are grey. “My dear, how pleased and amazed I am that you should be among those that found me today.” Nathanael says as he saunters up to you. His purple robe is draped over one arm now. He looks a little less put-together than you’ve seen him before. His black-peppered hair is mussed and his beard could use a brush, not to think again of him being in just his underclothes. They show off his lithe figure, and you spot that the exposed skin of his arms is weathered and completely covered in strange small tattoos. He has always worn long sleeves when you’ve seen him and never struck you as the type to have such markings. None of them are recognizable to you at a glance either. <<if hasVisited("He's a handsome man and fun, perhaps he'd share your bed tonight...")>>As you take in his appearance, you’re reminded that you invited him to bed on your birthday. Now probably isn’t the time to be thinking of such things, though.<</if>> Snapping from your reverie, you find Nathanael smirking at you as he awaits a response. “Apologies, the whole ordeal has left me a bit hazy. I was lost in thought,” you say, <<if $height is 'verytall'>>tilting your head down to address him.<<elseif $height is 'tall'>>meeting his hazel eyes.<<elseif $height is 'average'>>turning your gaze up to meet his hazel eyes.<<else>>tilting your head back so you can look at his hazel eyes.<</if>> “Quite alright, my dear, as long as you are well. I see Shadow is taken with you.” Nathanael reaches out and strokes the cat’s back, making his purrs run louder. “He wanted to be held, and I don’t think I could have refused...I didn’t know his name was Shadow. How appropriate.” You feel a cold nose press into your neck as little paws gently knead your shoulder. “My, but he likes you… He is my little shadow, that is for sure. He’s impossible to see at night, and I swear by the stars he can magically warp himself anywhere he wills to. One moment he’s across town charming fishermen, the next he’s under my feet as I walk. And for all the irritation he can bring me, I’d be lost without him.” Shadow seems swayed by the kind words and abruptly catapults himself from your arms onto Nathanael’s shoulders, curling his tail immediately against Nathanael’s mouth. The merchant sputters and furiously wipes his lips. [[You can’t help but laugh.|3.51]]

<<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>“So,” you begin, “do I dare ask why you were dangling from the antlers of your elk-friend? Let alone, why you are here of all places. This is far from a trade route fit for a merchant.” You fold your arms.<<else>>“Never have I seen such a magnificent spectacle,” you begin. “A grown man, in his underthings, dangling from the antlers of an elk. If the gods were still here, they’d be ashamed.” With a hand to your hip, you give him a smirk.<</if>> <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>Nathanael smiles, and you think you see a tinge of pink on the tops of his cheeks. “What can I say, perhaps I just like being a spectacle.” He smiles and winks at you.<<else>>Nathanael looks down his front and then does a little spin. “My dear, if the gods were here, I think they’d be more aroused than ashamed – personally.” He smiles and winks at you.<</if>> You’re about to finish your thought, when Oswin treads up to you both, seeming to have collected himself. Zahn scurries after him, leaving the elk behind to rest. “Please do enlighten us,” Oswin says. “Last I had heard, you were going back to Lale in preparation for a journey to Tallulah. So, I’d love to know what brings you to the middle of the back-roads, many days travel away from your destinations.” Oswin’s tone seems unusually irritated, bordering on suspicious. Nathanael waves his hands to try and placate Oswin. “Now, now, do not fear – I am not up to anything nefarious. First, introductions! You have a brought a new face in my midst, a rather sweet one at that, and I would much like to know their name.” Oswin looks like he’s about to bite, but Zahn chimes in. “Hello! My name is Zahn!” Nathanael bows. “A pleasure and an honor to meet you, Zahn. I am Nathanael of ‘Nathanael’s Whimsy and Want – trades and curiosities,’ but you may call me Nathan. That goes for you as well, $mc.” Zahn smiles, looking rather charmed. “You must be the weird thing I kept feeling.” Nathan coughs. “Excuse me?” “It must be magic – I didn’t feel anything from the deer-thing.” “Oh, you are an astute one. You’re a mage, are you?” Nathan’s brow quirks up. “Not really. I can use magic – do a little bit of healing, but mostly enhance my body, and sense other magic of course. Yours isn’t like anything I’ve felt before.” Nathan nods. “What a rare gift, young $Zmanwoperson, very similar to the Emperor of the North. I do a bit of magic here and there, but I think what you sense must be some of the artifacts in my cart. I’m quite fond of old magical baubles and I have several.” [[Oswin folds his arms and looks just short of strangling Nathan.|3.52]]

Clearing his throat, Nathan suddenly appears sheepish. “Perhaps I should explain now.” “Please do,” Oswin says. “Well, it’s quite simple, really,” Nathan begins. “As you say, my plans were to meet with some contacts in Lale before moving on to Tallulah. Once I arrived and took care of my dealings, I caught a whisper about an old magical trinket that had surfaced around Codrin. Rumors say it holds a good deal of magic and no one is certain how it works.” You nod. <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>“I can see how that might interest you more than your travels,” you state.<<else>>“Can’t imagine why you’d be so interested in that,” you jest.<</if>> Nathan smirks. “I am rather prone to flights of fancy. Anyway, by the time I reached Codrin, I was too late, and the item was gifted to the royal family – which, as you know, wouldn’t stop me from trying to at least see it. But, what’s more, is that it was also rumored to have been recently stolen.” Oswin rolls his eyes. “Figures.” “So...” Nathan holds his hand up to his mouth as if telling a secret – as if you aren’t the only people in a massive forest. “The gossip about the city was that the bauble was stolen from the monarch’s own treasury only to be found later in the royal quarters, tucked in a lock-box that only their majesty has a key to.” Zahn’s eyes squint and $Zhisher brow furrows. “So...//it wasn’t// stolen?” “Oh no, it very much was. I have a reliable source who told me it was stolen //again// right after it was found. As far as I know, it hasn’t surfaced.” You look in time to see Oswin’s right eye actually twitch. <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>It’s easy to sense that he is very close to losing his patience.<<else>>It’s hard not to grin at his irritation. Nathan makes it too easy.<</if>> “Anyway,” Nathan continues, “I had searched the city high and low and spoke to all of my contacts about it before I gave up. Now, I managed to procure a little phial of-” “Nathanael,” Oswin says, his voice grumbles with irritation. “Get to it already.” “I am trying, my dear swordsman; backstory is important – you should know that.” The way Nathan grins at Oswin seems odd to you, like there is some unspoken joke between them. Oswin doesn’t seem to react though. Nathan clears his throat, and begins orchestrating his story with his hands. “I obtained a mysterious phial of powder that had clear magical origins – much to my relief since I feared I’d wasted the trip. My associates could not identify what it was for and were too leery of it to test it on themselves. It...uh, it turns out, it is a rather powerful sedative.” “And, you know that how exactly?” you ask. “While on the road out, I was examining it and may have accidentally spilled some. I was fine for a bit, thought it was a dud...and then, then I was asleep. I didn’t awaken until Dainn,” he motions to the elk, “had pulled me half way through the woods. It seems that when I fell asleep, he diverted course and found a path wide enough through the trees to pull us through. I decided to just keep going until we found the road here. Turning around would have been an ordeal. By then, Dainn’s antlers were shedding. I was trying to help, but he got very fussy with me.” Zahn’s mouth drops. “You mean, they’re supposed to do that!? They just fall off?” Nathan clasps his hands and you see his face light up at Zahn’s curiosity. “Have you never seen a great elk before? They’re similar to deer, just much bigger. The antlers grow back each year on the stags. They show off for the lady elk, and-” [[Oswin clears his throat.|3.53]]

Glaring at Nathan, Oswin cuts in. “If you’d kindly save your lesson on animal courtship, we need to get our mounts and make camp. $mc needs to rest – now.” He nods at you and stomps off, brow creased and casting a shadow over his eyes. Zahn looks at you and then Nathan, and then at you again before hustling to help Oswin. <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>“Well…” you begin, “I should probably do as he says.”<<else>>“Wow, I think you’re really growing on him.”<</if>> Nathan looks a little bewildered. “Quite...so, well, how about you take a seat over at my little camp while you wait. It has a great view of the whole glade.” Taking the merchant up on his offer, you make your way to where his wagon and Dainn the elk rest. The giant beast blinks at you when you approach, but otherwise remains at ease. Nathan has a sackcloth blanket of sorts stretched out next to the cart, so you take a seat on it and fully realize that you are quite tired after all. While Nathan dons his robe and begins to feed and brush Dainn, you take in the entire clearing for the first time. It’s like something out of a painting, and you’d never imagine that such a break in the trees would be here. They form a natural border for the expanse, with only a few stumps here and there from previous travelers clearing them. <div class="centered-image"> <<include "clearing">> </div> A wide stream runs through, fed by a slight waterfall just beyond some trees on the west side of the area. You hear the slight tumble and churning of the water. It is clear that the waterway is fat with the snow melt coming from the northern mountains. A rough wooden bridge stands across it, just barely lifting the path from the flow. Nathan has settled his cart close to the path to the east of the forest. It appears just wide enough for a giant elk with only half of a rack of antlers to pass through. The ground is rough from other travelers, so you imagine it must be a route that is frequented but isn't a proper road. The remnants of a frequently used campfire area are clear as well, though it appears to be long cold. The air coming from the stream is cool and smells fresh and crisp, making your mouth water for a drink – a taste of mountain snowfall. It’s a ways beyond midday, and you can already hear the chorus of frogs coming from their burrows to chirp to one another. You wonder if you’ll hear any crickets; it’s still a bit early yet, but maybe you’ll be so lucky. Dainn rises up on his giant legs as Oswin and Zahn come from the road with the mounts in tow. [[You’re pretty sure they’ll get along, at least you hope.|3.54]]

Flit is unperturbed and ignores the giant animal. Meanwhile, $mountname<<if $mount is 'chessy'>> stares at the elk with wide eyes, clearly not happy. She grunts and yanks the reins, and Zahn is quick to soothe her and lead her a ways off.<<elseif $mount is 'eb'>> snorts and folds his ears back. Zahn chirps at him in a soothing voice and leads him a bit away from the elk.<<elseif $mount is 'bay'>> pays him no mind like flit. Maybe being so large himself, he feels a comfortable kinship.<<elseif $mount is 'mule'>>’s ears perk to their full height. You worry that her attitude will be poor, but instead, she pulls Zahn over to inspect the creature. Dainn politely accepts some nuzzling from the mule. It seems your mount has a crush.<</if>> Oswin spurs Zahn to help him with the mounts, handing $Zhimher Flits reins as he stomps over to you. Motioning for you to come near, you close the distance so he can whisper. "Tell nothing of the reason for our journey to these two. Zahn seems harmless enough, but we do not know $Zhimher. I do not trust Nathanael. I told Zahn you were simply ill and seeking special medicine in the city. Nathanael will likely buy this as an excuse." You nod. He touches your shoulder gently. "I ''beg'' you, keep it secret as best you can." Oswin's eyes shine with sincerity. "I will," you promise, and he quickly parts to take care of the mounts leaving you with more questions. Nathan finally returns holding a crate, outfitted fully in his purple robe and glittering rings. “$mc, would you care to join me at the campfire. It’s prudent that we get one going. I have plenty of fresh food that I will happily share. You nod and make to join him, noticing Oswin giving you a stern look. You call back to him, <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>“Don’t fret, I’m still taking it easy!”<<else>>“Don’t give me that look, I know my own limits!”<</if>> Nathan has a large grin when you settle by the campfire, quickly setting to work by stacking some nearby logs within the circle of stones. “I’m afraid I’ve made him rather cross.” <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>“He’ll come around, he’s just been tense lately. I might have something to do with that more than you.” You sigh.<<else>>“You seem to be a bit of a thorn in his side, but this time it might be more me than you.” You shake your head.<</if>> “I wish he’d like my company. I don’t imagine he cares much for my antics,” Nathan says as he begins to back bits of tinder under the wood. You start looking through the crate of goods he brought with him and begin sorting the various vegetables you find. While you work, you spy one of the small tattoos again, close to his wrist. [[You ask him about the tattoos.|3.55a]] [[You keep the subject on Oswin and ask why they don’t get along|3.55b]] $flirt_label [[You’re alone now, and you might not be later...perhaps you can flirt a little and cheer him up.|3.55c]]

“Nathan?” “Yes, my dear?” “I never realized that you had tattoos before,” you begin. Nathan fumbles the log he’s adjusting and it thuds into the dirt. He snaps his eyes to yours – hazel on $eyecolor – as it takes him a moment to realize what he’s doing. Taking the log back up, he shakes his head. “Oh, those are from when I was a young man. Young and silly – as you can imagine.” He winks at you, the surprise having been cleared from his face. The shift in his mood is evident, even if he’s hid it from his expression. <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>> “Apologies, I should have kept the question to myself,” you rush out.<<else>>“Sorry, I just didn’t take you for the sort that would have them. What with all this grey in your hair, I assumed you’d be more old fashioned.” You smirk.<</if>> His eyes turn back up as he grins. “No harm done, but maybe you should give those vegetables a wash. I’ll incur Oswin’s wrath for making you work so hard, I promise.” “Fine, fine.” You lift the crate and make to head towards the stream. “Before you go…” You turn. Nathan has a mischievous smile. “Want to see something wonderful?” His tone is suggestive. <<if $RecklessCautious > 49>>You nod, curiosity getting the better of you.<<else>>You eye him skeptically, unsure if you should agree or not.<</if>> Holding his hand to the tinder, Nathan snaps his fingers… [[And the campfire goes up immediately into flame.|3.56]]

“Nathan?” “Yes, my dear?” “Why //don’t// you two get along? Did something happen or do you just clash that much?” Nathan chuckles. “Well, I suppose the most logical explanation is that he takes life too seriously, and I do not take it seriously enough.” <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>You nod. “I suppose that could be, but that wouldn’t totally explain it either. He’s good friends with my da who doesn’t take anything seriously either...”<<else>>You chuckle. “I don’t know if I can believe that; if that were the case, I am pretty sure he would have run me through already and left me for dead.”<</if>> <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>The merchant’s smile turns rueful. “Your da only //acts// like he takes nothing seriously.”<<else>>The merchant shakes his head. “But I am not //you//.”<</if>> That doesn’t clear much up for you, so you meet his eyes with an unwavering and curious stare. He challenges them for a moment – hazel on $eyecolor – until he gives. Nathan mumbles something. “What?” you ask. He mumbles again. “Nathanael…” “I said, I thought he was 'drawn' to me. When we first met, I believed he was rather adorable being so...stern, so I picked on him. He became flustered, and I mistook it for...longing. He was actually just angry.” <<if $Ostat is 'friend'>>A laugh bursts from your lips in a poorly-restrained sputter.<<elseif $Ostat is 'crush'>>Your heart sinks for a small moment, wondering if there really could have been something between them.<<elseif $Ostat is 'distant'>>You think you feel your eyebrows touch your hair line.<<elseif $Ostat is 'neutral'>>You shake your head.<</if>> “I pushed and pushed and flirted – I said very unseemly things to him – for weeks! I was so caught up in it...ugh!” Nathan tosses a log into the pile. “When I finally understood, I was so disgusted with myself. I tried apologizing over and over. He said he forgave the slight at least, but I think I had already ruined any sense of friendship. I hadn't any romantic pull to him even, I thought we were just having fun.” “Is that why you still try to irritate him sometimes? That seems...counterproductive.” “I can’t help it, I feel like it’s our thing now.” He shrugs. “To irritate each other?” Nathan laughs. “Yes. I might like it, despite all the things I could kick myself for – even if he disagrees, it still feels a bit like a friendship to me. Anyway, enough of that, maybe you should give those vegetables a wash. I’ll incur Oswin’s wrath for making you work so hard, I promise.” “Fine, fine.” You lift the crate and make to head towards the stream. “Before you go…” You turn. Nathan has a mischievous smile. “Want to see something wonderful?” His tone is suggestive. <<if $RecklessCautious > 49>>You nod, the impulse of curiosity getting the better of you.<<else>>You eye him skeptically, unsure if you should agree or not.<</if>> Holding his hand to the tinder, Nathan snaps his fingers… [[And the campfire goes up immediately into flame.|3.56]]

<<set $merchantopinion +=5>> “Nathan?” “Yes, my dear?” <<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>Your heartbeat suddenly spikes. You clear your throat as you feel heat encroaching up your neck. There’s a flutter in your stomach. “I wanted to say…” You have Nathan’s full attention by now. He’s patiently kneeling by the campfire, but his hazel eyes are fixed firmly on your face. A tiny grin has formed on his lips. “I thought I should say, that I think your robes are quite fetching on you. Flattering.” You nod and muster a little smile, meeting his eye just for a moment before glancing away. <<else>>Excitement beats through your heart. Your mouth naturally slips into a half-smile and your eyes narrow into a come-hither gaze. “Since we find ourselves alone for the moment, I thought I shouldn’t waste the opportunity." You have Nathan’s full attention by now. He’s patiently kneeling by the campfire, but his hazel eyes are fixed firmly on your face. A tiny grin has formed on his lips. “Your robes are quite fine, they suit you – flatter your figure...but I have to say I may like your choice in under-clothing a bit better.” <</if>> Nathan stands and gets close. He smiles, his eyes morphing into something that almost strikes you as predatory. “And //I// quite like the way your mouth moves around my name.” <<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>You blanch.<<else>>Your smile matches his and you bite your lower lip.<</if>> <<if hasVisited("He's a handsome man and fun, perhaps he'd share your bed tonight...")>>He places a finger under your chin, making sure your eyes do not stray from his. “I seem to recall an invitation of sorts from a while ago...It’s a shame we have such decent company around, you might get cold tonight, but I would require the utmost privacy for the ways I would warm you up, $mc.”<<else>>He keeps his eyes locked into your gaze as he stands even closer, keeping just far enough away as to not touch you. “It’s risky to ring such flattery into my ears while we’re in the midst of polite company. I’m sorely tempted to see what other lovely things I could draw out from your tongue.”<</if>> You swallow with great difficulty. This was supposed to be you flirting with him. Somewhere it seems, he took control. Nathan chuckles and steps back. “Another time, perhaps. Anyway, would you be so kind as to give those vegetables a wash. I’ll incur Oswin’s wrath for making you work so hard, I promise.” You blink at him for a moment, the shift in mood hitting like a whirlwind. “Fine, fine.” You lift the crate and make to head towards the stream. “Before you go…” You turn. Nathan has a mischievous smile. “Want to see something wonderful?” His tone is suggestive as he gets to his knees next to the campfire. <<if $RecklessCautious > 49>>You nod, curiosity getting the better of you.<<else>>You eye him skeptically, unsure if you should agree or not.<</if>> Holding his hand to the tinder, Nathan snaps his fingers… [[And the campfire goes up immediately into flame.|3.56]]

Nathan makes no more show of the spectacle as you gawk for a moment. You suppose now that you are away from the prying eyes of the town, he feels more comfortable showing off what he can do. Though, he is normally the type to bask in attention and magic is certainly a way to get lots of that. He’s a peculiar man. You wash the produce, noticing Oswin giving you a rather grumpy look before he comes to help you and carries the crate back to the fire. Everyone helps to prepare a simple stew. <<if $interest is 'choppin'>>You assist in splitting more wood to keep the fire going, but not without a great deal of grumbling from Oswin. Though you are doing much better, you do feel more weakness in your swing, but manage to set enough wood aside for the night and tomorrow morning.<<elseif $interest is 'woodin'>>You help collect wood for the fire and use some of the tools you brought to make shavings that will make excellent kindling. Oswin grumbles at you for working, and you note that you do feel weaker but still have the strength to help a good deal.<<elseif $interest is 'swordin'>>With nothing to fight, you set your sword aside and borrow an axe to cut some wood – not the downward swing you are accustomed to, but you’re not bad at it. Oswin grumbles at you, but you’re able to help prepare enough wood to last a bit.<<elseif $interest is 'archin'>>You set aside your bow in favor of collecting wood and anything dry you can use for kindling. The surrounding forest is generous, though Oswin gripes at you to rest. You do feel like you have less stamina, but are still able to collect a good deal of supplies.<<elseif $interest is 'healin'>>You set aside your medicine bag in favor of collecting wood and anything dry you can use for kindling, while keeping an eye out for precious herbs. The surrounding forest is generous, though Oswin gripes at you to rest. You do feel like you have less stamina, but are still able to collect a good deal of supplies.<<elseif $interest is 'tradin'>>You get to work collecting wood and anything dry you can use for kindling, also managing to strike a deal with Nathanael to offer up some extra food he’d had tucked away. The surrounding forest is generous as well, though Oswin grumbles at you to rest. You do feel like you have less stamina, but are still able to collect a good deal of supplies and make Nathanael part with some meat and bread.<<elseif $interest is 'cookin'>>You end up fending the others off with your knives as you set to work. Food and fire are your domain and you don’t want any of them under foot while you work. In no time you have peeled, chopped, seasoned, and stewed all of the ingredient – tapping into some of the precious spices you managed to bring with you as well.<</if>> You all eat together, everyone so hungry that hardly a word is said. Zahn eats like $Zheshe is starved, licking $Zhisher bowl and then diving in for more. Oswin relaxes – you see the moment it happens as he tastes the food, his shoulders ease and he sighs with contentment. Nathanael picks at his food slowly, but you notice him close his eyes with each bite and you imagine he must not cook for himself that often. After eating trail rations and the odd bits you could forage while on the road, the simple stew feels more like a feast. There’s likely fish in the stream, and Nathan has already offered an overabundance of vegetables he had on hand. <<if $interest is 'cookin'>>Perhaps Nathanael would have other ingredients you could use to make something special tomorrow as well.<</if>> After the heavy meal, everyone simply relaxes. The sun has already dwindled below the trees and though it would normally be hours until you would sleep for the night, your eyes are heavy. Zahn begins to quietly sing a song that you’ve never heard before, $Zhisher voice is sweet and mellow. Frogs sing from the stream as it babbles along, and the fire gently cracks. You sway from your seat. [[You snap yourself awake at the last second and decide to bed down for the night.|3.57a]] [[Oswin catches you before you tumble over.|3.57b]] [[Zahn sits you up before you fall over.|3.57c]] [[Nathanael manages to save you from plunging into the dirt.|3.57d]]

You save yourself just in time and notice all three of the people in your company have risen from their own seats and are reaching out to you, all prepared to keep you from falling. You manage a chuckle and give them a wave as you make to find your bedroll and spot to sleep in. Nathan has already told everyone that he sleeps inside his caravan. Oswin has informed you that his bedroll will be within a ‘reasonable distance’ from yours, and Zahn wants to be close to the fire. It doesn’t feel too cold tonight, but you opt for a soft place in proximity of the campfire area. The others bid you goodnight as you nestle in, covering yourself with your cloak and your trail blanket. Within moments, the night sounds are lulling you again. You look up to see how beautiful the night sky is, the moon is close to full, and spindly clouds slowly flow by, blotting out the light intermittently. <<if $mark is 'night'>>You feel a tingling shiver up and down your spine. The sensation almost makes you smile as you’re lulled further.<</if>> Your eyes slip closed just as the clouds clear and you are bathed in moonlight. [[You have the best night of sleep since your journey began.|3.58]]

He grabs you by the shoulders and sits you back up. Kneeling in front of you and looking into your eyes, he gently touches the back of his hand to your cheek. “Do you feel okay?” he asks. His voice is almost a whisper. You nod. “Yes, just falling asleep.” Guiding you by the arm, he makes sure you’re steady enough to get yourself situated before hesitantly letting you go. He stands by and watches you a moment to ensure you are okay, turning to leave a time or two as if he’s unsure when he should leave you before finally settling himself back down. Nathan has already told everyone that he sleeps inside his caravan. Oswin informed you earlier that his bedroll will be within a ‘reasonable distance’ from yours, and Zahn wants to be close to the fire. It doesn’t feel too cold tonight, but you opt for a soft place in proximity of the campfire area. The others bid you goodnight as you nestle in, covering yourself with your cloak and your trail blanket. Within moments, the night sounds are lulling you again. You look up to see how beautiful the night sky is, the moon is close to full, and spindly clouds slowly flow by, blotting out the light intermittently. <<if $mark is 'night'>>You feel a tingling shiver up and down your spine. The sensation almost makes you smile as you’re lulled further.<</if>> Your eyes slip closed just as the clouds clear and you are bathed in moonlight. [[You have the best night of sleep since your journey began.|3.58]]

You feel a gentle pull on one shoulder as $Zheshe rights you on your perch. Once you’re steady, they sit close to you, arms ready to help you again. “$mc, you must be really tired still,” $Zheshe says in a low and gentle voice. “Can I help you get your bedroll out?” Your heavy eyes meet Zahn’s and you nod. $Zcapitalheshe grins back at you, looking amused, before jogging over to your things and retrieving your bedroll. Nathan has already told everyone that he sleeps inside his caravan. Oswin informed you earlier that his bedroll will be within a ‘reasonable distance’ from yours, and Zahn tells you that $Zheshe wants to be close to the fire. It doesn’t feel too cold tonight, but you also opt for a soft place in proximity of the campfire area. With Zahn’s help, you get your bedding down and snuggle in. The others bid you goodnight as you get comfortable, covering yourself with your cloak and your trail blanket. Within moments, the night sounds are lulling you again. You look up to see how beautiful the night sky is, the moon is close to full, and spindly clouds slowly flow by, blotting out the light intermittently. <<if $mark is 'night'>>You feel a tingling shiver up and down your spine. The sensation almost makes you smile as you’re lulled further.<</if>> Your eyes slip closed just as the clouds clear and you are bathed in moonlight. [[You have the best night of sleep since your journey began.|3.58]]

Just as your eyes involuntarily shut head droops, he gently shocks you awake by catching your forehead as you begin to tumble forward. You gaze up and see his amused smile and gently bat his hand away. He removes it only to pat you lightly on the head. “My dear, you’ve been blinking one eye at a time for quite a while now, perhaps your bed calls to you?” he asks. You’re too tired to argue and make to stand so you can prepare to bed down. You stumble, and Nathan snatches you to his side to keep you from falling. You notice Oswin flinch and grab his sword out of reflex. Odd. Once you are balanced, Nathanael gently <<if $height is 'verytall'>>turns your head with two fingers and meets your eyes.<<elseif $height is 'tall'>>lifts your head with two fingers under your chin and looks into your eyes.<<elseif $height is 'average'>>lifts your head with two fingers under your chin and looks into your eyes.<<else>>lifts your head with two fingers under your chin and bends down to look into your eyes.<</if>> “Now, now – don’t go falling for me just yet.” You roll your eyes and swat him away yet again so you can collect your things. Nathan informs everyone that he will sleep inside his caravan. Oswin informed you earlier that his bedroll will be within a ‘reasonable distance’ from yours, and Zahn wants to be close to the fire. It doesn’t feel too cold tonight, but you opt for a soft place in proximity of the campfire area. The others bid you goodnight as you nestle in, covering yourself with your cloak and your trail blanket. Within moments, the night sounds are lulling you again. You look up to see how beautiful the night sky is, the moon is close to full, and spindly clouds slowly flow by, blotting out the light intermittently. <<if $mark is 'night'>>You feel a tingling shiver up and down your spine. The sensation almost makes you smile as you’re lulled further.<</if>> Your eyes slip closed just as the clouds clear and you are bathed in moonlight. [[You have the best night of sleep since your journey began.|3.58]]

The warmth of the sun greets you as you begin to stir from your slumber. You’re flat on your back as if you didn’t once move from when you first laid down. You hear all manner of birds and smell crisp fresh air rolling in the breeze. <<if $mark is 'sun'>>You feel a tingling shiver up and down your spine. The sensation almost makes you smile as you’re roused further into wakefulness.<</if>> As you become more aware, you realize that there is a pressure on your torso. You blink. The pressure is warm. You tilt your head up and are met with a pair of narrowed green eyes set against a lump of grey fur. Shadow. You sigh and flop back down onto your bedroll as you feel the sensation of rumbling purrs vibrating your gut. [[Pet the cat|3.59a]] [[Shoo the cat|3.59b]] [[Snuggle the cat|3.59c]]

* -''Layla'': “night” -''Chan'': “moon” -''Dorchae'': “dark” -''Katar'': “summit” -''Arwa'': “mountain goat” -''Volkan'': “volcano” -''Rotem'': “desert plant, or ‘to bind’” -''Neta'': “plant” -''Carmi'': “vine” -''Elowen'': “elm tree” -''Mu'': “tree, wood” -''Sylvan'': “wood, forest” -''Boran'': “thunderstorm” -''Raiden'': "thunder/lightning" -''Audra'': “storm” -''Ra'': “sun, day” -''Sole'': “sun” -''Danica'': “morning star” -''Noodles'': “Noodles”

You almost feel compelled by an invisible force. You stroke Shadow’s fur along his head, neck, and back as he begins to knead his paws. He subtly scoots himself until he’s to your chest and brings his nose to poke your chin. He rasps a little meow at you. “You’re cute,” you tell the furball. “I don’t see why Nathanael has any trouble with you. You’d never bite someone who didn’t deserve it, would you.” Shadow meows an agreement and purrs louder. After he’s had enough, he hops down from you and trots along the campground in search of something to pounce. [[You’re now covered in grey fur.|3.60]]

You lean your body over to dislodge the cat, but he rides it out. So, you roll all the way over to your stomach, but the stubborn animal steadily shifts until he sits upon your back instead. You sigh, and notice that he’s still purring. “Away with you, cat,” you say, rocking your body to one side. He meows at you. You contemplate just laying face down until he gets bored and leaves, when he suddenly jolts from your back in a great leap, off to scout the campground for something to pounce. You roll over and sit up with a sigh. [[There’s a dusting of fur on your clothes.|3.60]]

You almost feel compelled by an invisible force. You stroke Shadow’s fur along his head, neck, and back as he begins to knead his paws. He subtly scoots himself until he’s to your chest and brings his nose to poke your chin. He rasps a little meow at you. Taking your opportunity, you wrap your arms around him and sit up, burying your face into his soft fur. He meows at you again, sounding a bit more annoyed than before. “You’re so cute,” you tell the furball. “I don’t see why Nathanael has any trouble with you. You’d never bite someone who didn’t deserve it, would you.” Shadow huffs, but you notice that he purrs louder as well. After he’s had enough, he wiggles from your grasp and hops down to trot along the campground in search of something to pounce. [[You’re now covered in grey fur.|3.60]]

As you continue to blink sleep from your eyes, you take stock of your surroundings. It is well beyond dawn at this point, later into the morning you wager. You’ve been able to sleep for several hours and feel quite refreshed – perhaps you’ll be able to set out again before too long. You’ll have to discuss that with Oswin. The clearing is even more beautiful in the morning light. The whole area simply breathes. You spot Nathan in a striking azure robe decorated with silver embroidery. He’s speaking with Zahn and the two seem to be getting along just fine. You don’t spot Oswin anywhere in sight. <<if $mount is 'chessy'>>$mountname is enjoying her freedom with Flit. Both the horses are untacked save for a very long lead on each to keep them in the clearing. They still stand together, close to the stream nibbling at the tall grass.<<elseif $mount is 'eb'>>$mountname is enjoying his freedom with Flit. Both the horses are untacked save for a very long lead on each to keep them in the clearing. They still stand together, close to the stream. $mountname gently nuzzles Flit’s neck, which she allows, returning his affection here and there.<<elseif $mount is 'bay'>>$mountname is enjoying his freedom. Both the horses are untacked save for a very long lead on each to keep them in the clearing. Flit stands close to the stream nibbling at the tall grass while $mountname rests next to Dainn. The two seem to have struck a kinship, perhaps due to their similar sizes, though Dainn is still a ways larger.<<elseif $mount is 'mule'>>$mountname is enjoying her freedom to the fullest. Both the mounts are untacked save for a very long lead on each to keep them in the clearing. Flit stands close to the stream nibbling at the tall grass while $mountname stands in the shadow of Dainn. She makes sure to lean against the giant elk, which he tolerates, and you imagine he’s given up arguing with her about it. It figures that your mule would fall in love with an elk at least three times her size.<</if>> You get up and stretch before making your way to Nathan and Zahn who greet you with big smiles as you pad over. “Good morning,” you say. Nathan bows his head and Zahn grins at you. “Morning?” Zahn chides, “It’s closer to midday, $mc.” <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>“You know very well that I was in need of a good long rest. Especially considering the volume you and Oswin argue in…And it’s not as if I have more pressing things to do at present.” You fold your arms and give $Zhimher your most challenging stare.<<else>>“All of you are so incredibly boring, what else am I going to do around here? Count the leaves of the trees, the blades of grass? Perhaps make friends with some fish - they’d be infinitely better company.” You smirk.<</if>> Zahn puts $Zhisher hands up in a gesture to make peace. “Point taken, but I’ll have you know there is plenty around here you could be doing.” Nathan shakes his head, fiddling with some loose threads on his robe. “Oswin saved you back something to eat, it’s in the pot by the fire. He’s wandered off through the trees to swing his sword about.” Zahn snickers. “Zahn and I have been getting acquainted, but either of us would be happy to entertain you,” Nathan continues. “It’s a bit cold, but if your trek has been as difficult and weary as you’ve implied, the pool just beyond the falls would make for a nice bath, but you may want to be mindful your traveling companions before you do.” You squint at Nathan, unsure if he’s implying anything untoward. “I should worry about them and //not// you?” “Oh, stars no, $mc – I bathed last night.” He grins at you, leaving you with a slightly uncomfortable sense that he’s implying something. It also strikes you as strange that if the water is cold during the day, that he would bathe in it at night when it’s much colder. Zahn chimes in. “I don’t mind bathing together. We do that all the time in my congregation.” Nathan scoffs, but it resolves into a laugh. “Let me know if you decide to do that, Oswin will have a fit and I’d love to witness it.” You leave them to it and make your way over to the campfire to find your food – some sort of porridge it appears, with bits of apple mixed in. [[As you eat, you consider all you could do during your stay here.|3.61]]

You agree that a bath is probably necessary, and you won’t know how long it will be until you find another place to get a good one. So far, you’ve had to make due with cleaning up at tiny streams, using rags and cloth to scrub your skin and hope for the best. You have a nice soap given to you by your da for just such an occasion. There’s no denying that spending some time with your camp-mates may be interesting, even a bit fun. Oswin is probably relaxed here, especially with having a sense of security with two other people. You and Zahn are still getting a feel for each other as well, and you’ve never spent much personal time with Nathanael either. If nothing else, you may have questions for each of them. <<if $interest is 'choppin'>>It would also be helpful to chop more firewood for everyone. It //is// one of your specialties after all. Oswin will fuss, but you’re feeling well enough. You’d rather not just sit around either.<<elseif $interest is 'woodin'>>Though there isn’t any furniture or gadgets to make, you do have some of your tools with you. It may be nice to pass the time by carving a special something.<<elseif $interest is 'swordin'>>Oswin may have the right idea by going through some drills with his sword. You ought to do the same and be sure to keep up. Maybe he would spar with you? It may take some convincing.<<elseif $interest is 'archin'>>You may take a note from Oswin’s book and practice with your bow. You could make some arrows as well. Zahn may be up for some competition, which could be fun.<<elseif $interest is 'healin'>>It would not hurt to pick some herbs that may be handy in the coming days. Nathan may even have some items you can barter for. You should probably also give yourself a good tending-to.<<elseif $interest is 'tradin'>>You barely have any wares on you, but you wonder if you could see what Nathan has in stock. If you can get a deal, you may be able to make a bit of gold on it in Codrin later.<<elseif $interest is 'cookin'>>Nathan seems to have quite a bit of food in his caravan. You could make something interesting to eat or even make a treat for someone else. If nothing else, it would be wise to make sure your knives stay sharp.<</if>> Or, perhaps it’s better to spend time away from your normal routine. This is supposed to be a rest for you. Not to mention, you’d have plenty of time to spend on $mountname as well, and in a way that doesn’t require the poor animal to carry you. Another option is to take part in a hobby that you’ve picked up in your adult years… [[Singing.|3.62a]] [[Drawing/Painting.|3.62b]] [[Sculpting.|3.62c]] [[Storytelling.|3.62d]] [[Whittling.|3.62e]] [[Needlework.|3.62f]]

<<set $hobby to 'singing'>> It started as you simply humming tunes as you worked or went about your business around town. You hear music all around you and grew up to your fathers belting out old songs from their youth, so it felt natural. Eventually, you came up with your own songs, and those that hear you end up drawn in. You sometimes get requests for your songs, especially from the owner of the tavern in town. It was hard to keep from being overheard eventually and gossip spreads easily through Stonebrook. Songs would often find you while you were working. And sometimes you wouldn't even realize that you were doing it. <<if $interest is 'choppin'>>While felling trees with your papa one day, you attracted a group that had been foraging. The fools were so distracted that they nearly got hit by falling branches.<<elseif $interest is 'woodin'>>While working in your shop making furniture and the like to fill requests, you would sometimes find customers or your own parents sneakily listening to you.<<elseif $interest is 'swordin'>>While patrolling and sparring with the local guard, there were times others were more interested in hearing your voice than they were anything else. Your partners would often challenge you to a duel and request a song if they won.<<elseif $interest is 'archin'>>You inadvertently impressed judges at an archery tournament by singing as you easily trounced all the other competitors. The tune in your heart seemed to carry the arrows to the targets.<<elseif $interest is 'healin'>>Your talent for singing has soothed many of your patients. Children and those who are quite ill find great peace and calm as you sing while you work. You were even well-paid by a resident with a baby stricken with colic to visit several times over an entire season. When the baby was fussy, she would only fall sleep to the sound of your voice.<<elseif $interest is 'tradin'>>Singing has even helped you cut deals with other merchants. Some were simply enchanted while you flitted through a few notes as you perused wares. Others even offered you discounts and bargains on trades as long as you performed a song for them.<<elseif $interest is 'cookin'>>You often have a good deal of time to yourself while you cook and many of the kitchens you have worked in carry your voice eloquently. During a very large banquet for a group of very wealthy patrons, your voice had carried out from the kitchen and into the banquet hall. Your employers were so impressed and enjoyed it so much that they paid you extra and requested that you sing and cook for them again soon.<</if>> It was encouraging that something you enjoyed so much was held in such regard by others. [[It still made you feel pretty shy about it.|3.62aa][$ReservedOutgoing to Math.clamp($ReservedOutgoing + 5, 0, 100)]] [[You embraced the attention pretty well.|3.62ab][$ReservedOutgoing to Math.clamp($ReservedOutgoing - 5, 0, 100)]]

<<set $hobby to 'sculpting'>> You’re not completely sure where your love for sculpting began, but it may have had something to do with the bits of dough your fathers would give you when you were small. If they ever had a bit left over from making bread, they would hand it to you to play with. You enjoyed it so much, that Da came up with a simple recipe to make you a hardy but still pliable dough to work with. You even colored it using flowers and husks from fruits and vegetables. As you grew up, you started making your own clay or trading for it when you could find it. <<if $interest is 'choppin'>>Your skills as a sculptor have gone a bit unappreciated in your daily work but it hasn’t gone unnoticed. You love for it is such that, even when it is just mud at the bank of a stream, you can shape it into something beautiful. Those that have passed by have marveled at your little creations, and for a while, several locals thought some sort of magical presence was the one leaving the beautiful little works of art behind.<<elseif $interest is 'woodin'>>Your sculpting really began being noticed when you had order come in for furniture or tools. It started with a patron noticing a lovely clay cup you were drinking from. Eventually orders came in for tables and chairs with extra paid for a set of dishes, or an vase to display flowers. Your ability to carve has also added some beautiful fine details to your finished pieces.<<elseif $interest is 'swordin'>>As adept as you are with a sword, you are equally skilled at shaping clay. Those that you work and train with would hardly believe it, if they had not seen your work for themselves. You once apprehended a drunk woman from the Stonebrook Tavern that had been causing a scene. You watched over her while she sobered up and provided her a meal and water with dishes you had made yourself. She admired them greatly and was so awed by the design that she had to ask where they came from. The woman ended up being a very wealthy merchant from Lale. To this day she pays a high price for your art.<<elseif $interest is 'archin'>>As adept as you are with a bow, you are equally skilled at shaping clay. Those that you work and train with would hardly believe it, if they had not seen your work for themselves. You once apprehended a drunk woman from the Stonebrook Tavern that had been causing a scene when filling in with the local guard. You watched over her while she sobered up and provided her a meal and water with dishes you had made yourself. She admired them greatly and was so awed by the design that she had to ask where they came from. The woman ended up being a very wealthy merchant from Lale. To this day she pays a high price for your art.<<elseif $interest is 'healin'>>Sculpting has proven to be quite handy in your work as a healer. Instead of paying high prices for philes and containers for your medicines and salves, you can simply make them yourself. You can refine your pots well enough that they do not break as easily as glass, and they are quite lovely to look at too. You receive many compliments from those you help as well, and you’ve given little sculptures to them to cheer them up as they heal.<<elseif $interest is 'tradin'>>Your skill for sculpting has been easily cultivated along with your knack for money and trade. You make money hand over fist for your beautiful and unique designs as well. When selling or trading for other things, you often tease your art as a bonus to convince some of the more shrewd business-people to work with you and give you better deals. It’s almost too easy and gives you much more time to enjoy your hobby.<<elseif $interest is 'cookin'>>Sculpting has giving you the ability to not only cook delicious food, but also present it in a breathtaking and memorable way. Not only have you made bowls and platters to display your food, but grand sculpted centerpieces that your customers gladly show off at their grand dinners. A wealthy benefactor once paid you triple your fee as long as you left all of your dishes and centerpieces for them – you didn’t even have to wash the dishes either.<</if>> It was encouraging that something you enjoyed so much was held in such regard by others. [[It still made you feel pretty shy about it.|3.62ca][$ReservedOutgoing to Math.clamp($ReservedOutgoing + 5, 0, 100)]] [[You embraced the attention pretty well.|3.62cb][$ReservedOutgoing to Math.clamp($ReservedOutgoing - 5, 0, 100)]]

<<set $hobby to 'storytelling'>> Your fathers told you many stories as you grew up, so maybe it was natural for you to gravitate to it. They always made sure you had access to as many books as they could find, and when traveling storytellers were around, they took you to listen to them. As you grew older, your love for this didn’t fade, and you now write and tell your own tales. <<if $interest is 'choppin'>>Your work in logging has given you a great deal of time to run stories through your mind. When you’re alone, you can practice telling them to the trees, and sometimes Papa listens in if you want him to. You’ve even drawn some inspiration as you work as being out in the forest brings many unusual and beautiful things to your eyes. The most memorable being when you spotted a pure white stag watching you carefully while you took a break to drink. You told it part of your story, and it seemed to listen for a while before simply wandering away. You wove the creature into a few of your own tales.<<elseif $interest is 'woodin'>>Your work in carpentry has given you a great deal of time to run stories through your mind. When you’re alone, you can practice telling them to your tools and the pieces you make. Sometimes, Papa listens in if you want him to. Some of the items you have crafted have been carved with subjects from your stories as well, bringing new life to the wood. Your customer deeply admire the extra work and always want to know the tale behind the carvings. It’s made you often think that every item seems to hold a story, and it grows and grows the older it gets and the more its used. The thought has brought you a lot of inspiration.<<elseif $interest is 'swordin'>>For as long as you have trained in the sword, you have spun tales in your mind’s eye. Your own experiences while dueling others have easily fueled your stories and helped you come up with valiant heroes to be admired. Your da has used your love for story to help you train, even. He has you come up with a tale or add to existing ones as you practice with him, to hone your skills while you may be distracted to sharpen your instincts. It has made for quite the spectacle as well since you and Da have been able to tell a story together that coincides with your dual. Papa frets over it, but is always enraptured when you do it.<<elseif $interest is 'archin'>>For as long as you have trained in the bow, you have spun tales in your mind’s eye. Your own experiences while shooting and competing have easily fueled your stories and helped you come up with valiant heroes to be admired. Your da has used your love for story to help you train, even. He has you come up with a tale or add to existing ones as you practice with him, to hone your skills while you may be distracted to sharpen your instincts. It has made your aim incredible even when it appears you aren't looking.<<elseif $interest is 'healin'>>Being both a healer and a storyteller has made the people you’ve help very happy. As you make your medicines and prepare treatments, you come up with tales to tell your patients as you treat them. It helps ease their mind from their ails with the added benefit of stilling them so you can do your job effectively. Children and adults alike fall under your spell as you weave tales of adventure and intrigue for them. They often feel better physically and mentally when you are done.<<elseif $interest is 'tradin'>>As you do your ledgers while you work, you often get ideas for tales and scrawl them into the margins of your books. At times, you get so invested into your ideas that your financial ledgers are full of story instead. Trading has made it easy to find books to read and journals to fill with your tales. There’s also been no shortage of captive audiences if you needed any. Other merchants also appreciate a story they can pass along to customers. It’s not unusual for one of your narratives to get passed along trade routes for a long time before making it back to your ears, often with some twisted and altered parts of the plot.<<elseif $interest is 'cookin'>>During some of the more monotonous parts of your job, such as when you chop vegetables or knead dough for what feels like hours, you can spin tales within your mind. You know so much of your trade by heart that your mind can drift freely even as you expertly wield your knives. Your notes for your recipes contain little scrawls of details for your characters and their adventures. A small wealthy family once noticed these and requested that you tell them a tale over dinner with them. They were so enraptured, that they began hiring you for their special dinners and paying you a good deal extra if you told them a story.<</if>> It was encouraging that something you enjoyed so much was held in such regard by others. [[It still made you feel pretty shy about it.|3.62da][$ReservedOutgoing to Math.clamp($ReservedOutgoing + 5, 0, 100)]] [[You embraced the attention pretty well.|3.62db][$ReservedOutgoing to Math.clamp($ReservedOutgoing - 5, 0, 100)]]

<<set $hobby to 'whittling'>> Much like your papa, you took to whittling wood in your downtime. It began with you picking up cast-off pieces from him and simply fiddling with them with no particular end result in mind. It was something you could set your hands to that relaxed and entertained your mind. Before long, the mindless fiddling turned into actual objects, little works of art. You kept at it when you noticed that you had a knack for making some semblance of what you intended, and before long they were almost masterful. <<if $interest is 'choppin'>>In your work as a logger, you’ve had no shortage of materials to work with, and have a good pile of interesting-shaped wood pieces to work with at home. The shape of the wood often calls to mind a particular image, oftentimes animals, and your hands almost work on their own. You see it as it takes shape, knowing almost by instinct what you need to do to carve the piece you want. Many people who purchase lumber from you, often also request any little items you’ve whittled. They make you a fair bit of extra gold.<<elseif $interest is 'woodin'>>It was especially natural for you with your skills as a carpenter to latch on to whittling. You never tire of how endlessly usable and shape-able wood really is. You even whittle things like animals into the furniture you make to give it more personality. Some of your whittled works sell on their own for a fair bit of coin, and the other items you carve figures into, always fetch more gold compared to the plain ones.<<elseif $interest is 'swordin'>>Since you wield a sword like your da, it may have been natural for you to pick up on something from Papa as well. Perhaps it is you love of blades that encouraged you too. Even after long days of training, or patrolling with the town guard, it was always nice to sit and make something come to life out of a block of wood. Fellow guards and townspeople would often stop and watch you as well, and eventually you received offers of gold for your beautiful pieces.<<elseif $interest is 'archin'>>Since you wield a bow much like your da, it may have been natural for you to pick up on something from Papa as well. Even after long days of training, or filling in with the town guard, or when you had archery competitions, it was always nice to sit and make something come to life out of a block of wood. Townspeople would often stop and watch you as well, and eventually you received offers of gold for your beautiful pieces.<<elseif $interest is 'healin'>>Whittling was something you did for yourself for a long time, but you soon found an application for it in your daily work as a healer. While treating an injured child, they were completely inconsolable. Herbs to treat pain and calm them did not have as great as an effect as normal. You feared their injuries would worsen if they did not settle. As a last resort, you offered them a little wooden dog you had recently whittled. It worked. They were enamored with the happy face of the pooch. You let the child keep it once you were done with the treatment, they named it and to this day can often be seen carrying it with them. You found that adults as well appreciate the beautiful pieces or simply enjoy watching you make them.<<elseif $interest is 'tradin'>>Whether you intended it or not, the market for your whittled pieces can be outrageous at times. They’ve made you a good bit of gold, which just means you can keep making more in your downtime. Despite trade being your expertise, you hadn’t really imagined that you hobby would net you much of an income. The traveling traders that go all over Iroda often request anything you’ve made as they sell quite well. One such trader has sworn to you that the Northern Emperor purchased a simple wooden cat you made, wanting to put it on her mantle.<<elseif $interest is 'cookin'>>When you have no orders for food or special feasts to prepare and cook for, you have found a lot of company in whittling. It’s been quite handy in also carving some small bowls and tools for you to use as well. It wasn’t long until your skills were noticed by those that paid for your services. Not only have you made bowls and tools, but you’ve whittled several small pieces that combined into centerpieces that your customers gladly showed off at their grand dinners. A wealthy benefactor once paid you triple your fee as long as you left all of your dishes and centerpieces for them – you didn’t even have to wash the dishes either.<</if>> It was encouraging that something you enjoyed so much was held in such regard by others. [[It still made you feel pretty shy about it.|3.62ea][$ReservedOutgoing to Math.clamp($ReservedOutgoing + 5, 0, 100)]] [[You embraced the attention pretty well.|3.62eb][$ReservedOutgoing to Math.clamp($ReservedOutgoing - 5, 0, 100)]]

<<set $hobby to 'needlework'>> It started as simply patching clothing for yourself and your fathers. Your stitches were rough at first, but smoothed with practice. Then, you wondered what else you could do with a needle and thread. You’ve tried it all at this point. Your skill has grown from simply patching clothing to making clothes yourself. You embroider, sew, patch, knit, and everything in between. Your fathers have been very helpful – Da happily models for you and Papa has made you mannequins that you can pin your creations on. Papa has been especially encouraging as he no longer struggles to find tunics to fit his huge form since you can make them for him. <<if $interest is 'choppin'>>Your line of work often leaves your clothing in disrepair, and your skills have been a boon at both repairing your clothing and making outfits that are hardy and durable enough to accommodate you. Many ask you about your clothing and are shocked to learn that you wield both an axe and a needle with equal precision.<<elseif $interest is 'woodin'>>Your line of work often leaves your clothing in disrepair. You couldn’t count the number of times you have snagged your clothes on a rough bit of wood, and your skills have been a boon at both repairing your clothing and making outfits that are hardy and durable enough to accommodate you. Many ask you about your clothing and are shocked to learn that you wield a needle as well as you shape planks into furniture.<<elseif $interest is 'swordin'>>Your line of work often leaves your clothing in disrepair, and your skills have been a boon at both repairing your clothing and making outfits that are hardy and durable enough to accommodate you, even some padded and leather armor. Many ask you about your clothing and are shocked to learn that you wield both a sword and a needle with equal precision.<<elseif $interest is 'archin'>>Though not too hard on your clothing, your archery is made easier by having garments that accommodate your flexibility without catching in your arrows or on your bowstring. You’ve made all your own outfits that are as flattering as they are functional. Many ask you about your clothing and are shocked to learn that you wield both a bow and a needle with equal precision.<<elseif $interest is 'healin'>>At first, you just made your own outfits to work in as a healer. You made aprons and all manner of smocks with plentiful pockets to aid you as you worked or picked herbs. Eventually, you also designed several items to assist your patients, such as special slings and braces they could wear when injured. The application has been a boon to you and Kavi has purchased many such items for his own use. Not to mention that you are heavily preferred over anyone else to stitch up wounds. Recipients of such treatment always report that the wound looks and feels better much sooner, and the scars are not as prominent.<<elseif $interest is 'tradin'>>If there is one thing you have learned in your time as a trader, it’s that looking your best draws customers and helps get them to listen to you. You have clothing for every audience. The more your appearance reflects the person you are trading and selling with, the more apt they are to be comfortabale with you. You even have the added benefit of selling some of the items you’ve made.<<elseif $interest is 'cookin'>>Knowing your way around a needle has helped you a great deal with your clientele. Most of the people who purchase your services have some level of wealth. Even if they barely see you, looking your best lends itself to your credibility and professionalism. You have the nicest aprons of any other cook as well, which gets noticed a great deal. The staff that regularly work for your patrons often request that you make and sell them aprons and work uniforms as well. Not to mention that a wealthy noble commissioned robes from you for an important meeting. Afterwards, they gave you a very high quality swath of fabric and requested a grand embroidered cloak from it. You were paid enormously for the finished product, but the noble asked that you keep it a secret. Before you went on your way, one of their hired hands whispered to you that the cloak was requested by the Emperor of Madeh himself. You’ve never been able to validate the claim, but a feeling in your gut says it’s true.<</if>> It was encouraging that something you enjoyed so much was held in such regard by others. [[It still made you feel pretty shy about it.|3.62fa][$ReservedOutgoing to Math.clamp($ReservedOutgoing + 5, 0, 100)]] [[You embraced the attention pretty well.|3.62fb][$ReservedOutgoing to Math.clamp($ReservedOutgoing - 5, 0, 100)]]

The attention your hobby has drawn, hasn’t been your favorite part of it. You still enjoy singing, but try to keep the moments where you let yourself sink into it as private. The clearing is large enough and there are likely private pockets within the surrounding trees you could sing in privately. [[It’s time to start your day|3.63]] <<set $hobbycomfort to 'shy'>>

The attention you got from your hobby was never something that bothered you that much. You may even enjoy it. There are plenty of areas you could sing in, and you imagine your voice may carry well in a couple. There’s a captive audience of three that you could entertain as well. [[It’s time to start your day|3.63]] <<set $hobbycomfort to 'bold'>>

<<set $hobby to 'drawing'>> There weren't many children around you that didn't draw or paint to some extent growing up, but you found that the appeal to you didn't waver as you grew older. It was an artistic medium that called out to you. You practiced a great deal, and over the years you became quite the artist. <<if $interest is 'choppin'>>Perhaps in your everyday profession, your artistry didn't find as much purchase, but it did bring you a never-ending supply of surfaces to work your art upon. You liked the way charcoal looked when applied to the rich yellow of wood. You even painted upon large slices that were cast off from trunks. Papa and Da liked to hang those in your house. Being outdoors also gave you a greater chance of finding things to make your pigments with.<<elseif $interest is 'woodin'>>Your customers adore the way your pieces reflect your artistry. The way you carve your drawn designs into furniture and tools turns them into something special. The splashes of color bring new life to wood and metal to create something people can admire for many years to come.<<elseif $interest is 'swordin'>>People are often surprised when they learn that you are also an artist. You may like subverting their expectations of you made simply because you can wield a sword. The captain of the guard in Stonebrook shares a bit of that with you as she is also the main tattooist in the area. She pays you for designs as well.<<elseif $interest is 'archin'>>People are often surprised when they learn that you are also an artist. You may like subverting their expectations of you made simply because you can wield a bow. Your bow, which displays some of your artwork, with small painted designs.<<elseif $interest is 'healin'>>There are many things that you work with in your profession as a healer that you found you could also use in your art. From the same plants you can make pigment and medicine. You can use charcoal to treat a variety of things and also use it to draw. The people you've helped have loved it when you shared your work with them. It raises their spirits and helps them feel better and more at ease.<<elseif $interest is 'tradin'>>You can't possibly count all the drawings that are in the margins of your ledgers at this point. You've filled entire journals with them. As you've worked with other merchants and traders, your skill hasn't gone unnoticed either. You've been asked to sketch and paint designs for store signs and even entire walls. One such old traveling trader gave you a sack of gold for doing a sketch of his late wife when his only remaining one was deteriorating.<<elseif $interest is 'cookin'>>Naturally, as a cook, you have taken many notes over the years and a log of all your recipes, complete with illustrations. Those you've cooked for that have seen your book rave about both your food and drawings. A rich family that you did a banquet for paid you a great deal extra for making them a family portrait in addition to the feast.<</if>> It was encouraging that something you enjoyed so much was held in such regard by others. [[It still made you feel pretty shy about it.|3.62ba][$ReservedOutgoing to Math.clamp($ReservedOutgoing + 5, 0, 100)]] [[You embraced the attention pretty well.|3.62bb][$ReservedOutgoing to Math.clamp($ReservedOutgoing - 5, 0, 100)]]

The attention your hobby has drawn, hasn’t been your favorite part of it. You still enjoy drawing and painting, but try to keep the moments where you let yourself sink into it as private. The clearing is large enough and there are likely private pockets within the surrounding trees you could find time away from any prying eyes to enjoy it. [[It’s time to start your day|3.63]] <<set $hobbycomfort to 'shy'>>

The attention you got from your hobby was never something that bothered you that much. You may even enjoy it. There are plenty of areas with great lighting that you could plop down and draw. Maybe you’ll show the others what you’re working on as well. [[It’s time to start your day|3.63]] <<set $hobbycomfort to 'bold'>>

The attention your hobby has drawn, hasn’t been your favorite part of it. You still enjoy sculpting but try to keep the moments where you let yourself sink into it as private. The clearing is large enough and there are likely quiet pockets within the surrounding trees you could find time away from any prying eyes to enjoy it. [[It’s time to start your day|3.63]] <<set $hobbycomfort to 'shy'>>

The attention you got from your hobby was never something that bothered you that much. You may even enjoy it. There are plenty of areas that you could plop down and sculpt today. By the stream seems to be the best area since you can easily find material to work with. Maybe you’ll show the others what you’re working on as well. [[It’s time to start your day|3.63]] <<set $hobbycomfort to 'bold'>>

The attention your hobby has drawn, hasn’t been your favorite part of it. You still enjoy storytelling but try to keep the moments where you let yourself sink into it as private, and do most of it through writing. The clearing is large enough and there are likely quiet pockets within the surrounding trees you could find time away from any prying eyes to enjoy it. [[It’s time to start your day|3.63]] <<set $hobbycomfort to 'shy'>>

The attention you got from your hobby was never something that bothered you that much. You may even enjoy it. You could easily work on a story or two today, and you have no shortage of people to bounce your ideas off of or even perform a tale for them. [[It’s time to start your day|3.63]] <<set $hobbycomfort to 'bold'>>

The attention your hobby has drawn, hasn’t been your favorite part of it. You still enjoy whittling but try to keep the moments where you let yourself sink into it as private. The clearing is large enough and there are likely quiet pockets within the surrounding trees you could find time away from any prying eyes to enjoy it. [[It’s time to start your day|3.63]] <<set $hobbycomfort to 'shy'>>

The attention you got from your hobby was never something that bothered you that much. You may even enjoy it. There are plenty of areas that you could plop down and whittle today. The campfire area seems like it may make a good place for it, that way your wood shavings can be tossed in for kindling. Maybe you’ll show the others what you’re working on as well. [[It’s time to start your day|3.63]] <<set $hobbycomfort to 'bold'>>

The attention your hobby has drawn, hasn’t been your favorite part of it. You still enjoy your needlework but try to keep the moments where you let yourself sink into it as private, though your clothing often attracts attention to an extent. The clearing is large enough and there are likely quiet pockets within the surrounding trees you could find time away from any prying eyes to enjoy it. [[It’s time to start your day|3.63]] <<set $hobbycomfort to 'shy'>>

The attention you got from your hobby was never something that bothered you that much. You may even enjoy it. Wearing your own clothing often brought attention to it. There are plenty of areas that you could plop down and work on something today. The campfire area seems like it may make a good place for it or perhaps next to the stream. Maybe you’ll show the others what you’re working on as well. [[It’s time to start your day|3.63]] <<set $hobbycomfort to 'bold'>>

<<if not hasVisited("3.64")>>[[You make your way to the stream for a bath.|3.64]]<<else>>You already had your bath.<</if>> <<if not hasVisited("3.65")>>[[You find a spot to entertain yourself and work on a project.|3.65]]<<else>>You've enjoyed your hobby.<</if>> <<if not hasVisited("3.66")>>[[You go in search of Oswin to spend some time with him.|3.66]]<<else>>You visited Oswin.<</if>> <<if not hasVisited("3.67")>>[[You go to find Zahn to spend some time with them.|3.67]]<<else>>You visited Zahn.<</if>> <<if not hasVisited("3.68")>>[[Nathanael is around somewhere, you may as well check in with him.|3.68]]<<else>>You visited Nathan.<</if>> <<if not hasVisited("3.69")>>[[You spend some time with your mount.|3.69]]<<else>>You visited your mount.<</if>> <<if not hasVisited("3.74")>>[[You go ask Oswin to spar with you.|3.74]]<<else>>You sparred with Oswin.<</if>> <<if not hasVisited("3.77")>>[[You want to do something nice for one of your companions.|3.77]]<<else>>You made a sweet gesture.<</if>> <<if $ch3bath is 'true' and $ch3hobby is 'true' and $ch3oswin is 'true' and $ch3zahn is 'true' and $ch3nathan is 'true' and $ch3mount is 'true'>>[[It’s time to wrap up the day|3.70]]<</if>>

<<set $ch3bath to 'true'>> After fishing through your packs and saddle bags, you manage to find some mostly clean clothes and your soaps, also making a mental note to wash all your linens before you continue the journey. You wrestle all your things into a controlled packaged and remember to grab the sad bolt of sackcloth you’ve been calling a towel. You spot your three companions gathered at Nathan’s cart. Oswin is drinking furiously from a water skin and his hair is clearly damp. Nathanael is holding a bit of fruit well above Zahn’s head as $Zheshe struggles to jump and reach it. <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>You roll your eyes as you watch the display.<<else>>You smile and watch them for a moment.<</if>> A thought comes to mind. It’s not odd for people even in your village to bathe together. Whole groups often go together for company and protection. Your home has the luxury of an indoor bath, so it hasn’t really come up for you before. You could ask someone to join you either as just company or to actually bathe with you. Even if not for fun or company, it may make you feel safer in case you have another seizure... [[Ask Oswin to join you|3.64a]] [[Ask Zahn to join you|3.64b]] [[It may be awkward with the others, but you don’t want to be alone...you’d rather see if Nathanael will keep you company|3.64c]] [[You go bathe alone|3.64d]]

<<set $ch3hobby to 'true'>> <<if $hobby is 'singing'>>Since you don’t really need anything to enjoy yourself, you just need to decide where you’d like to sing. There’s several places around camp. Or, if you prefer to be alone, you could venture out just a bit and find a place on your own.<<elseif $hobby is 'drawing'>>You fish around in your supplies and find your pencils and sketch journal. Now you just need to find a spot you can draw. You can stay in camp or find a secluded spot for yourself.<<elseif $hobby is 'sculpting'>>Thankfully, you have a lump of clay tucked safely away in your saddlebags for just such an occasion. With a bit of water it will be fine for some roadside sculpting. Now you just need to find a spot you can sculpt. You can stay in camp or find a secluded spot for yourself.<<elseif $hobby is 'storytelling'>>You fish around in your supplies and find your pencils and journal. Even if you decide not to recite a story, you can always work on writing one. Now you just need to find a spot you can draw. You can stay in camp or find a secluded spot for yourself.<<elseif $hobby is 'whittling'>>You fish around in your supplies and find your knife and a bit of wood you’ve already started on. Now you just need to find a spot you can work. You can stay in camp or find a secluded spot for yourself.<<elseif $hobby is 'needlework'>>You dig out a piece of embroidery you’ve been working on since before you left home, making sure you have your needles and threads. Now you just need to find a spot you can work. You can stay in camp or find a secluded spot for yourself.<</if>> [[You decide to stick close to camp.|3.65a]] [[You venture out just a little ways to find a private spot.|3.65b]]

<<set $ch3oswin to 'true'>> It takes you a bit of time, but you eventually discover Oswin’s location. He’s made his way through the trees a bit, not far from the waterfall, where there is a gap in the folliage, just big enough that the canopy doesn’t hide the sun. You quietly approach, dodging the new growth from a batch of thistles, and hear the sounds of him straining and the wisp of his blade through the air. When you breach the trees enough to finally spot him, you find that he’s removed his tunic, though you'd think it a bit too chill to do so. But it’s clear that he’s been practicing for a good long while. His hair is dripping wet from, you think sweat, though he may have doused himself with water. <<if $Ostat is 'friend'>>Beads of moisture trickle down the lines of the muscles in his back. The sun shines off his sword, making him look quite picturesquely noble – considering he's half-naked in a glen swinging a sword.<<elseif $Ostat is 'crush'>>Beads of moisture trickle down the lines of the muscles in his back, perfectly outlining how taut and honed they are. The rich brown of his skin is well-highlighted, the sun bringing out the bronze tones. He's panting….<<elseif $Ostat is 'distant'>>Leave it to Oswin to work himself to exhaustion even on a break.<<elseif $Ostat is 'neutral'>>He makes an interesting visage, basked in sunlight. Odd that he would work himself so hard while you are supposed to all be taking a break.<</if>> The way he moves through his drills reminds you of flowing water. He transitions through stances with profound grace, barely rustling the grass at his feet. As he lifts his arms, you spy a tattoo over his ribs on the left side and an old scar on his right shoulder blade. With a sharp grunt, Oswin swings his sword and turns in your direction. He startles, fumbling back but keeping a grip on the sword. “$mc! You scared the piss out of me!” You morph your face into something a bit more apologetic. “Sorry, I just got here and was surprised to see you still training.” His face deepens in color, and you finally notice his chest. [[You look upon him as you would anyone else. You observe, but do not gawk.|3.66a]] [[You gawk.|3.66b]]

<<set $ch3zahn to 'true'>> You find Zahn settled down on a log near the campfire, where only a few warm embers remain. $Zcapitalheshe has no less than three cloaks spread out before $Zhimher. Zahn seems to be patching them, $Zhisher tongue poking out as $Zheshe focuses on getting the weak needle through the thick material. $Zcapitalhisher petite build is more evident without all the layers of cloaks, only a rough sackcloth tunic covers Zahn’s torso. <<if hasVisited("3.64b")>>You saw a good bit of $Zhisher form during your bath together, but you didn’t necessarily get to look for a good long while. It would have been quite rude to gawk.<</if>> You hadn’t realized how elegant $Zhisher features are – slim neck and shoulders, toned arms, and fine long fingers. It surprises you that $Zheshe prefers to wield a bow, even if it is with the aid of magic. “Mind if I join you?” you ask. Zahn bites $Zhisher lip as $Zhisher needle pops through the cloak and patch, but doesn’t divert attention to you. “I’d love your company, $mc.” “Your cloaks are looking a bit rough. <<if $hobby is 'needlework'>>You know, I could do this for you, I know a fair bit of sewing, and I patch clothing for my fathers a great deal.<<else>>Is there anything I could do to help?<</if>>” $Zcapitalheshe raises $Zhisher head finally to smile at you. “Nah, as long as my needle doesn’t break, I’m good. It doesn’t need to look nice as long as it keeps me warm.” Zahn returns to the work at hand. “Do you get cold easily? You wear three cloaks.” Zahn nods. “I do a bit, but it’s easier to wear them all than wear one and pack two. A couple are pretty thin so...it just works. Using magic sometimes gives me a chill too.” “Really?” Zahn nods, and then winces after sticking $Zhisher finger with the needle. Kissing the wounded finger to $Zhisher lips, Zahn pulls the thinnest and most tattered cloak out and hands it to you. “This one is my favorite. It helps me sleep.” You take the cloak. It is so thin that it could barely be called a cloak. The ends are shredded, there are patches of all different colors, similar to the rest of Zahn’s clothing. It appears to have been a sort of red color at one point, but it is faded to a very dusky pink now. “This must be quite old. Does your church have much in way of cloaks for you to use on your pilgrimage?” “They gave me some money and a pack, but part of it is just using my own things. That cloak was my mothers, so I keep it for her memory.” Suddenly the thin cloth in your hands feels much heavier. <<if $mommyissues is 'sad'>>The sting of sadness hits your gut as you are reminded of your own poor birth mother.<<elseif $mommyissues is 'anger'>>The sting of anger hits your chest as you think of your own poor birth mother.<<elseif $mommyissues is 'thankful'>>A swell of gratitude stirs your heart as you think of your own birth mother.<<elseif $mommyissues is 'guilt'>>The sting of guilt hits your gut as you are reminded of your own poor birth mother.<<elseif $mommyissues is 'okay'>>You’re reminded of your birth mother and all she went through.<</if>> You wonder if this is a sore subject for Zahn, but $Zheshe so easily handed this to you, maybe this is a good time to get to know Zahn a little more…. <<if hasVisited("3.21a")>>[[You ask Zahn to tell you about himself.|3.67a]]<</if>> <<if hasVisited("3.16a")>>[[You ask Zahn to tell you about himself.|3.67a]]<</if>> <<if hasVisited("3.16b")>>[[You ask Zahn to tell you about herself.|3.67a]]<</if>> <<if hasVisited("3.21b")>>[[You ask Zahn to tell you about herself.|3.67a]]<</if>>

<<set $ch3nathan to 'true'>> As you wander about camp, you spot Nathanael sitting under the shade of his caravan atop a blanket. Not far off is Dainn, laying off to one side, nibbling from a bucket of feed Nathan has put down for him. It’s odd how such a giant animal can appear so peaceful. You see a shimmer of grey fur from under the caravan watching over the other two – you almost didn’t see the cat at all as he blended into shadows, true to his namesake. Heading over, you wave a greeting to Nathan. He motions you over and pats a spot across from him on the blanket. You sit. “How do you fare, young Northbreaker?<<if hasVisited("3.64c")>> Perhaps much cleaner than when I last saw you – more clothing as well?<</if>>” Nathan says as he reaches for a pouch on his belt that is every bit as embroidered and bespeckled as his robe. “I am doing well<<if hasVisited("3.64c")>> and indeed I am much cleaner<</if>>. I felt quite rested after last night.” Nathan pulls out a pipe from the pouch and begins to pack it the contents of yet another bag. You’re not sure what it is, but most of it resembles tobacco. It has a very sweet but musky smell. “At the volume you were snoring at, I have no doubt you slept peacefully.” You glower at him. <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>“I don’t believe I snore.”<<else>>“I do //not// snore.”<</if>> Nathan chuckles and then puts the pipe to his lips. He has no flint, but you remember his trick from earlier, but rather than putting on a magic show for you, the pipe simply lights and begins to smoke. You gawk. After taking a few quick puffs, Nathan smiles through a cloud of smoke, handing you the device. “One of my favorite magical curios – self-igniting pipe.” You grab it and take a good look. It appears as a normal pipe, very similar to the one your papa sneaks when Da isnt looking – though, you’re not supposed to know about that either. “It doesn’t look terribly special. This is magical?” “Tis,” Nathan says. “Most magical items do look positively ordinary – that’s because they are, or were, when they were created. When someone of immense magical strength handles such things, items simply become imbued with the power. Go on, take a puff if you’d like.” You stare at the pipe… [[You’ve smoked before, you take a couple puffs.|3.68a]] [[You’ve never smoked before, but want to try it.|3.68b]] [[You’ve never smoked and never will, you pass it back.|3.68c]] [[You smoke sometimes, but don’t want to now.|3.68c]] [[You’ve tried it and never cared for it, you pass it back.|3.68c]] [[You’re not sure you trust a pipe from Nathan, you don’t even know what he’s smoking.|3.68c]]

<<set $ch3mount to 'true'>> You make the trek across the campground towards the treeline, swiping an apple and carrot as you pass the crate of supplies Nathan offered. You and Oswin’s mounts have been tethered on long leads close to the water so they can drink. They seem to be enjoying each other’s company, basking in the sun near the stream. $mountname <<if $mount is 'chessy'>>stands very close to Flit, practically pressing into the other mare. They could almost pass for sisters, even though their patterns are so different, and seem to have bonded likewise. $mountname is by no means too skittish, but Flit seems to have a calming presence that works well with your horse’s personality.<<elseif $mount is 'eb'>>seems very enamored with Flit. He nuzzles her and mouths at her, which she tolerates with profound grace. You’ve witnessed her swatting him with her tail a time or two when he’s gotten too fresh, but she’s quick to forgive.<<elseif $mount is 'bay'>>looms over Flit, which doesn’t seem to bother the mare in the slightest. He stays close, but gives her space to stretch. The two are a good match in how calm they are, like they haven’t a care in the world.<<elseif $mount is 'mule'>>gets along well with Flit, but you think that is more the horse’s doing than your mule’s. $mountname gets pesty when she’s bored, and you’ve spotted her trying to get the horse to roughhouse, but Flit doesn’t care to.<</if>> <<nobr>> <<if $mount is 'chessy'>><span id="r1" class="look"><<link "You wave your treat to get your mount’s attention.">><<reveal "r1" " " "3.chessy">><</link>></span><</if>> <<if $mount is 'eb'>><span id="r1" class="look"><<link "You wave your treat to get your mount’s attention.">><<reveal "r1" " " "3.eb">><</link>></span><</if>> <<if $mount is 'bay'>><span id="r1" class="look"><<link "You wave your treat to get your mount’s attention.">><<reveal "r1" " " "3.bay">><</link>></span><</if>> <<if $mount is 'mule'>><span id="r1" class="look"><<link "You wave your treat to get your mount’s attention.">><<reveal "r1" " " "3.mule">><</link>></span><</if>> <</nobr>>

After a very full day, you settle down with the others. Zahn and Nathan are bickering over a large pot of, what you believe to be, a type of stew. Oswin is sitting on one of the logs near the fire with his arms folded, watching the display. Darkness is falling quickly, and you are struck with the realization that your time at this camp is drawing short. You’ll be on the road again soon. You’re close. Closer at least than you were, and your condition has improved a great deal. Despite how busy the day was, you still feel rested. The terrain will get rougher as you move ahead as the area becomes much more mountainous, but right now that doesn’t feel as daunting as it did even a day ago. Right now feels like a good time for one final step to the day. You need to discuss the journey ahead, and you think it might be best to do so away from Nathanael, if nothing else, to put Oswin at ease to speak freely. The more you’ve thought on it, the more bringing Zahn to the shrine makes sense. You take a quick moment to secretly tell each of your traveling companions that you should chat after Nathan turns in for the night. They agree. The evening continues with a tasty dinner – everyone concurs that Zahn was right and it needed more herbs and potatoes, which Nathan sneers at. Thankfully, he turns in early, and you wait until he manages to pull his robes through the back hatch of his caravan before turning towards your companions. <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>You begin. “So, I thought we should talk a bit about our trip coming up. Oswin, I understand you had a plan, but I’d really like to discuss some amendments to it.”<<else>>You begin. “We need to talk about our travel plan. I have an idea that I think we need to implement.”<</if>> Oswin folds his arms. “What is it that you want to change?” He eyes Zahn, and you know his thoughts are ramping up. “Oswin, I was informed that you told Zahn we would split off here.” He glowers. Zahn sits very quietly, tucking $Zhimselfherself in to look smaller. “Before you take offense, Zahn already knows where we’re headed. $Zcapitalheshe knows that I’m trying to find something to help my illness.” You look at him pointedly. Oswin nods. “And?” “If Valko really has abandoned his shrine, there may be something magical I can use there still. Nathanael seemed to suggest it was likely as well.” A long groan escapes Oswin. “Did you tell //everyone// what we’re doing?” You sigh. “I get the feeling he already knew…” Zahn chuckles. “Doesn’t take that much to put it together when you think about it. Even I-” Oswin shuts $Zhimher up with a look. You have a feeling Oswin knows that the secret wouldn’t keep, but he’ll dig his heels in to defend it. “Listen,” you say. “If either of us found anything magical at the shrine, we’ll probably have no idea. Zahn can sense magic.” There’s a noticeable change in Oswin’s expression as he realizes the truth in that statement. He sighs heavily. It seems you’ve already won. That was...much easier than expected. You give him a moment to think and respond. After a moment, he finally does. “The logic is there. Lest we bring back every bauble we find, we’ll never be able to tell the difference. I doubt gods clearly labeled their magical paperweights…” A big smile is plastered on Zahn’s face, but before $Zheshe can say anything, again Oswin interrupts. “Zahn, I’ll accept this arrangement – but know that I will not trust you fully. I can’t allow myself to right now. It is nothing personal, $mc is my priority.” The pilgrim nods. “Then, we’re of the same mind.” You look between them. Zahn continues. “I don’t know either of you that well either. Frankly, I especially distrust you, Oswin. Don’t forget that there are two of you, and I am great with a bow, but only if I can shoot before I’m run through. I’d like us to be friends, and I understand if that takes time for either of you. I really do just want to help $mc. It's my duty as a follower of Faith.” You wait to see if Oswin will budge or apologize. He seems to soften at Zahn’s words, but he doesn’t give. “Then, it’s settled,” Oswin declares. “Zahn, we will appreciate your service, and I promise to try and be an amiable traveling companion to the both of you.” “Excellent,” you say, pleased that there was at least no yelling. “While we are on the subject…” Oswin starts. [[It looks like you’re not done for the day yet.|3.71]]

<<set $O3bath to true>> You approach Oswin, but he doesn’t seem to notice you among the commotion from the other two. He takes another long drink from his waterskin and you can see that he must be really working hard on his training exercises. You lightly touch his arm and say his name. <<if $Ostat is 'crush'>>He immediately chokes, water spraying from his lips. He coughs a few times, bringing the back of his hand to wipe away the droplets coating his chin. Zahn and Nathan turn and stare for a moment before quietly chuckling to themselves and sharing a look. Oswin clears his throat and turns to you.<<else>>He stops drinking with what appears to be a small amount of difficulty. Water spills a little down his chin, and he clears his throat as he wipes away the drops with the back of one hand. Oswin clears his throat and turns to you.<</if>> “$mc...do you need anything?” <<if $Ostat is 'crush'>>“You not drowning in your waterskin would be a boon.” You smirk. He sighs. “Quite.”<</if>> “Actually, I was just going to get a bath, but I don’t want to go alone. Would you come with me?” He freezes and stares at you, his brow completely shadowing his eyes. “Come with you?” You nod. “You can take one too, or just keep me company if you wouldn’t mind.” Nathan speaks up with a mischievous shine to his eyes. “If you won’t I-” “No need.” Oswin holds a hand up to Nathan. <<if hasVisited('“Awe, you worried you won’t get to see me naked again?”')>>“So eager, Oswin...maybe you really //do// want to see me naked again.” His face flushes through a gradient of reds. “I told you that was never my intention. I’d never- Do you really think- ...You will never allow me to forget, will you….” He sighs. “Nope.”<</if>> He stares at your for a moment. “I’ll accompany you, so you feel at ease, but I’ll stay on the bank. Afterwards, I’ll finish my drills. You go on ahead and I will join you once you are...settled.” [[You nod as you head off following the stream.|3.64aa]]

<<set $Z3bath to true>> You approach Zahn, who very nearly manages to snatch $Zhisher treat from Nathanael’s hands. The merchant laughs manically as Zahn’s spirit isn’t dampened in the slightest. You stand and continue to watch and by now even Oswin is glowering at the two. <<nobr>> <<if $height is 'verytall'>>You saunter up as if you are merely passing by and then snatch the fruit from Nathan’s grasp. It’s a very succulent-looking orange, which must have come from the Auster province. Even if purchased from Codrin, it was probably not cheap. <br> <br> The merchant laughs. “I suppose I had that coming. You’ve won the prize, $mc, it is yours to do with as you wish.” He gives a wink to Zahn.<<elseif $height is 'tall'>>You saunter up as if you are merely passing by and then snatch the fruit from Nathan’s grasp. It’s a very succulent-looking orange, which must have come from the Auster province. Even if purchased from Codrin, it was probably not cheap. <br> <br> The merchant laughs. “I suppose I had that coming. You’ve won the prize, $mc, it is yours to do with as you wish.” He gives a wink to Zahn.<<elseif $height is 'average'>>You walk up to the two and place one hand on your hip as you outstretch the other towards Nathan, motioning for him to hand it over. He pauses for a moment and gives you a quizzical look. He finally laughs and plops the fruit into your awaiting hand. <br> <br> “Fine, fine, $mc – I have had my fun. You win. The prize is yours to do with as you will.” Nathan winks at Zahn. <br> <br> <<else>>You walk up to the two and place one hand on your hip as you outstretch the other towards Nathan, motioning for him to hand it over. He pauses for a moment and gives you a quizzical look. He finally laughs and plops the fruit into your awaiting hand. <br> <br> “Fine, fine, $mc – I have had my fun. You win. The prize is yours to do with as you will.” Nathan winks at Zahn.<</if>> <</nobr>> You hand the fruit to Zahn’s eager hands. “Thank you, $mc!” $Zheshe cries, bringing the orange to $Zhisher nose to sniff. <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>You sigh and roll your eyes.<<else>>You chuckle.<</if>> “If you two are finished with whatever that was, Zahn, I was wondering if you’d like to join me for a bath?” Oswin chokes on his water. You turn to look and find his face is a bit pink and he’s wiping water from his chin and neck. He waves a hand as if to say that he’s fine. Zahn’s smile lights up $Zhisher face. “That sounds like fun! I’ll get my things and meet you there in a moment.” You nod and make to move towards the stream. Oswin gently touches your shoulder to stop you as you pass. He whispers. “Do not let $Zhimher see the mark. It may look like any other tattoo to some, but it may only provoke questions. Do not risk it.” “Fine, I’ll keep my back to $Zhimher,” you promise. Oswin clears his throat. “...And, be careful. If you get uncomfortable, shout for me. I mean that, please. I...I can’t feel at ease with Zahn just yet.” <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>You gently pat his hand. “I’ll be okay and I will call for you if that’s not the case.”<<else>>“I am capable of taking care of myself for a bath, but I will call for you if something happens.”<</if>> He nods his assent and lets you carry on. [[You head off following the stream.|3.64ba]]

<<set $N3bath to true>> You approach Nathan, who barely manages to lift his treat from Zahn’s speedy hands. The merchant laughs manically as Zahn’s spirit isn’t dampened in the slightest. You stand and continue to watch and, by now, even Oswin is glowering at the two. <<nobr>> <<if $height is 'verytall'>>You saunter up as if you are merely passing by and then snatch the fruit from Nathan’s grasp. It’s a very succulent-looking orange, which must have come from the Auster province. Even if purchased from Codrin, it was probably not cheap. <br> <br> The merchant laughs. “I suppose I had that coming. You’ve won the prize, $mc, it is yours to do with as you wish.” He gives a wink to Zahn.<<elseif $height is 'tall'>>You saunter up as if you are merely passing by and then snatch the fruit from Nathan’s grasp. It’s a very succulent-looking orange, which must have come from the Auster province. Even if purchased from Codrin, it was probably not cheap. <br> <br> The merchant laughs. “I suppose I had that coming. You’ve won the prize, $mc, it is yours to do with as you wish.” He gives a wink to Zahn.<<elseif $height is 'average'>>You walk up to the two and place one hand on your hip as you outstretch the other towards Nathan, motioning for him to hand it over. He pauses for a moment and gives you a quizzical look. He finally laughs and plops the fruit into your awaiting hand. <br> <br> “Fine, fine, $mc – I have had my fun. You win. The prize is yours to do with as you will.” Nathan winks at Zahn. <br> <br> <<else>>You walk up to the two and place one hand on your hip as you outstretch the other towards Nathan, motioning for him to hand it over. He pauses for a moment and gives you a quizzical look. He finally laughs and plops the fruit into your awaiting hand. <br> <br> “Fine, fine, $mc – I have had my fun. You win. The prize is yours to do with as you will.” Nathan winks at Zahn.<</if>> <</nobr>> You hand the fruit to Zahn’s eager hands. “Thank you, $mc!” $Zheshe cries, bringing the orange to $Zhisher nose to sniff. <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>You sigh and roll your eyes.<<else>>You chuckle.<</if>> “If you two are finished with whatever that was, Nathan, I was wondering if you’d like to join me for a bath?” Oswin chokes on his water. You turn to look and find his face is a bit pink and he’s wiping water from his chin and neck. He waves a hand as if to say that he’s fine. Nathan’s brows lift in surprise. “Oh, that would be delightful. I can keep you company from the bank. We can...chat.” A smirk graces his lips, but you notice that his eyes rove towards Oswin. “Go get settled and I’ll join in a few moments.” You nod and make to move towards the stream. Oswin gently touches your shoulder to stop you as you pass. He whispers. “Do not let him see the mark. It may look like any other tattoo to some, but it may only provoke questions. Do not risk it.” “Fine, I’ll keep my back to him,” you promise. Oswin clears his throat. “...And, be careful. If you get uncomfortable, shout for me. I mean that, please. I...I can’t, I don’t feel at ease about Nathanael.” <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>You gently pat his hand. “I’ll be okay and I will call for you if I am troubled.”<<else>>“I am capable of taking care of myself for a bath, but I will call for you if something happens.”<</if>> He nods his assent and lets you carry on. [[You head off following the stream.|3.64c1]]

You approach the group, just as Nathan barely manages to lift his treat from Zahn’s speedy hands. The merchant laughs manically as Zahn’s spirit isn’t dampened in the slightest. You stand and continue to watch and, by now, even Oswin is glowering at the two. <<nobr>> <<if $height is 'verytall'>>You saunter up as if you are merely passing by and then snatch the fruit from Nathan’s grasp. It’s a very succulent-looking orange, which must have come from the Auster province. Even if purchased from Codrin, it was probably not cheap. <br> <br> The merchant laughs. “I suppose I had that coming. You’ve won the prize, $mc, it is yours to do with as you wish.” He gives a wink to Zahn.<<elseif $height is 'tall'>>You saunter up as if you are merely passing by and then snatch the fruit from Nathan’s grasp. It’s a very succulent-looking orange, which must have come from the Auster province. Even if purchased from Codrin, it was probably not cheap. <br> <br> The merchant laughs. “I suppose I had that coming. You’ve won the prize, $mc, it is yours to do with as you wish.” He gives a wink to Zahn.<<elseif $height is 'average'>>You walk up to the two and place one hand on your hip as you outstretch the other towards Nathan, motioning for him to hand it over. He pauses for a moment and gives you a quizzical look. He finally laughs and plops the fruit into your awaiting hand. <br> <br> “Fine, fine, $mc – I have had my fun. You win. The prize is yours to do with as you will.” Nathan winks at Zahn. <br> <br> <<else>>You walk up to the two and place one hand on your hip as you outstretch the other towards Nathan, motioning for him to hand it over. He pauses for a moment and gives you a quizzical look. He finally laughs and plops the fruit into your awaiting hand. <br> <br> “Fine, fine, $mc – I have had my fun. You win. The prize is yours to do with as you will.” Nathan winks at Zahn.<</if>> <</nobr>> You hand the fruit to Zahn’s eager hands. “Thank you, $mc!” $Zheshe cries, bringing the orange to $Zhisher nose to sniff. <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>You sigh and roll your eyes.<<else>>You chuckle.<</if>> “If you two are finished with whatever that was, I am off to take a bath, just to give you all fair warning.” They all nod. Oswin steps toward you. “We’ll all stay clear of the pool.” He glares at the other two. <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>“I will be fine, don’t worry.”<<else>>“I can take care of myself for a bath.”<</if>> He nods. “You’re right. Even so, if you are troubled or feel unwell, you can call for me.” [[You head off following the stream.|3.64d1]]

Not too far from a bridge that spans the width of the stream, the shore curves. The stream is so swollen that it has created a large private pool to one side, secluded by the surrounding trees. It doesn’t appear very deep and the water is very clear, enough that you see small fish easily darting about. You can still hear the waterfall from the pool, but the surrounding foliage helps block much of the noise. You settle your things on a large flat rock next to the waterline and begin to undress. Thankfully the sun is high enough to warm you and the water, but it is still just a little cool. Spring is still waking, and it will be several days before the days are comfortably warm. It feels wonderful to strip out of your old dirty clothes. <<if $clothing is 'comfortable'>>Your already very comfortable wardrobe was a boon as you were packing for the trip. With limited space, you could only take what was essential and would wear well on the road. You are so thankful that your normal clothes were sufficient, though you fear once this trip is over, you’ll have to replace all the items you packed.<<elseif $clothing is 'regular'>>Your regular wardrobe was a boon as you were packing for the trip. With limited space, you could only take what was essential and would wear well on the road. You are so thankful that your normal clothes were sufficient and durable enough, though you fear once this trip is over, you’ll have to replace some of the items you packed.<<elseif $clothing is 'business'>>Your already very functional wardrobe was a boon as you were packing for the trip. With limited space, you could only take what was essential and would wear well on the road. You are so thankful that your regular clothes were sufficient, though you fear once this trip is over, you’ll have to repair some of the items you packed.<<elseif $clothing is 'color'>>Your fathers and Oswin insisted that you take some of your most drab articles of clothing. You miss the vibrant colors of your wardrobe, but you suppose many of your items would be ruined by the time you are back home.<<elseif $clothing is 'revealing'>>Your fathers insisted that you at least pack some articles of clothing that would cover you more fully. You saw the benefit in it within just the first days, but your skin longs to breathe. At least you found comfortable items to wear, and your normal wardrobe is so light weight, that you were able to slip some of your favorite articles in as well.<</if>> You take a look at yourself before wading into the water. You are dirty, no doubt about it. At least you can’t smell yourself, though you’d rather not chance it. There’s dirt clinging to every crease in your skin. After taking some soothing breaths of fresh air, you brace yourself for the cold water and begin to wade in. A chill hits your feet and you stop for a moment to adjust. It actually isn’t as bad as you feared, and is close to the same temperature as the water from the well back home. You continue to walk in and let yourself adjust. The pool only hits at about your ribs. [[You settle in and wait for Oswin|3.64ab]]

After a few minutes, enough time for you to adjust to the temperature of the water, you hear Oswin approach the pool. You can hear the sound of his boots, and make sure you’ve dipped into the water enough for him to not see all of you. He calls your name. “It’s okay, Oswin!” you call back. He slowly trudges into view, still mostly looking up and away from where you are. <<if hasVisited("3.66")>>You see that he’s put a rough-hewn beige tunic on. It’s a bit sloppy on him, but looks quite comfortable and matches his dark brown trousers quite well.<</if>> <<if hasVisited("3.66bz")>>For both your sakes, you decide to ignore your previous interaction. Oswin seems like he's reached a sense of calm about it, and you don't wish to ruin that for him. It's better to just keep the peace for now.<</if>> <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>“You don’t have to look away that much, I’m covered,” you say.<<else>>“If you keep walking like that, you’ll end up falling in the water with me. I’m covered, so don’t fret.”<</if>> Oswin finally moves his gazes to a more normal point, but he still shies away from your precise location. He finds the rock you used as a shelf and seats himself with his back to you. You shake your head. [[“You know, I really don’t mind if you see me naked. It’s just skin.”|3.64ab1]] [[“We’ve known each other for years, I trust you to see me nude.”|3.64ab1]] [[“I appreciate you trying to keep my privacy sacred.”|3.64ab2]] [[“I really am thankful that you respect me this way.”|3.64ab2]]

You can tell that Oswin nods at you, but otherwise cannot read him. "I'm glad you trust me so, $mc," he finally says. "It's no big deal, if you want to get your bath with me. You, me, and Emre always bathed together as kids. We even swam naked in the summer." "I understand your reasoning, but we're adults now...and I'm not...I'm not ignoring the fact that I estranged myself from you either. I don't think it's right to pretend that it didn't happen, that I was never- never an ass and things are the same as when we were children." You see his shoulders lift and settle as he takes a deep breath. You move to grab your special soap that smells of $favsmell and your wash cloth as you think about what Oswin has said. <<if $Ostat is 'friend'>>"I've made peace with that, Oswin. I want us to be friends again."<<elseif $Ostat is 'crush'>>"I've made peace with that, Oswin. I want us to be...friends again, at least that."<<elseif $Ostat is 'distant'>>"I suppose you speak sense..."<<elseif $Ostat is 'neutral'>>"I suppose you speak sense, though I also think I've made my peace with that."<</if>> As you begin to lather and scrub your body, your mind drifts a bit, to the unavoidable subject of your relationship with Oswin and how it's changed. He's been fussy here and there, but really, he's been pleasant to be around these days. You can tell he’s at least making an effort and he’s definitely trying hard to see you through this journey. [[You ask him to wash your hair.|3.64ab1a]] [[You ask him to wash your back.|3.64ab1b]] [[You let him alone for now, and continue your bath.|3.64ab1c]]

You can tell that Oswin nods at you, but otherwise cannot read him. "I'm glad you trust me so, $mc," he finally says. “And that you would still let me close to you.” "Of course. I know we’re grown now, but you really are trustworthy. You, me, and Emre always bathed together as kids and we swam naked in the summer. Despite that, you still honor my privacy." "I want you to know that I don’t...I don’t ignore the fact that I estranged myself from you. I don't think it's right to pretend that it didn't happen, that I was never...never an ass and things are the same as when we were children." You see his shoulders lift and settle as he takes a deep breath. You move to grab your special soap that smells of $favsmell and your washcloth as you think about what Oswin has said. <<if $Ostat is 'friend'>>"I've made peace with that, Oswin. I want us to be friends again."<<elseif $Ostat is 'crush'>>"I've made peace with that, Oswin. I want us to be...friends again, at least that."<<elseif $Ostat is 'distant'>>"It’s in the past; it’s okay to move on from it."<<elseif $Ostat is 'neutral'>>"I think I've already made my peace with that, I won’t hold it against you."<</if>> As you begin to lather and scrub your body, your mind drifts a bit, to the unavoidable subject of your relationship with Oswin and how it's changed. He's been fussy here and there, but really, he's been pleasant to be around these days. You can tell he’s at least making an effort and he’s definitely trying hard to see you through this journey. [[You ask him to wash your hair.|3.64ab1a]] [[You ask him to wash your back.|3.64ab1b]] [[You let him alone for now, and continue your bath.|3.64ab1c]]

You break the long silence that has settled between you both. “I know you’re all about respecting my privacy and all, but would you mind washing my hair? I’ll stay in the water.” Oswin’s shoulders go stiff, and he stays quiet. His foot begins to tap in place. “Please.” He bows his head for a moment, and you see that his eyes are closed, but he gives a subtle nod. “Thank you,” you say, moving a little closer to the shore. Oswin waits until you are settled, covered enough by the water to maintain some privacy, though you also know the water is clear. You hear him approach behind you and turn your head to look. He’s rolled his trousers up a ways and taken off his boots. The thick muscles of his calves are very evident. He squats and takes the soap from you. “Tell me if I pull your hair too hard,” he murmurs. Oswin gently touches your $haircolor locks. <<if $hairlength is 'very long'>>He gingerly works out the great length of your hair, careful to untangle the strands as he goes.<<elseif $hairlength is 'long'>>He gingerly works out the long length of your hair, careful to untangle the strands as he goes.<<elseif $hairlength is 'shoulder length'>>He gingerly works out the length of your hair, careful to untangle the strands as he goes.<<elseif $hairlength is 'chin length'>>He gingerly works out the few tangles in your hair. Keeping it to your chin has made his task a bit easier.<<elseif $hairlength is 'short'>>He gingerly works his hands through your short hair, loosening a tangle or two.<<elseif $hairlength is 'very short'>>He gingerly works his hands through your hair, which feels like a soothing massage against your scalp.<</if>> Taking the soap from you, he lathers it and begins to work through your hair. He remains gentle and careful, murmuring little apologies for tugging or hitting a snag here and there. It’s quiet between you, but the sound of birdsong echoes around. It’s peaceful. <<nobr>> <<if $interestwound is 'backscar'>>A troubled sigh funnels from Oswin’s lips, and you wonder if he’s uncomfortable with helping you after all. <br> <br> “What’s wrong?” you ask. <br> <br> You feel a gentle touch along the scar on your back. “This.” <br> <br> You shrug. “It’s healed. Last time I got a good look at it in the mirror, it was pretty faded.” <br> <br> “Yes, but it shouldn’t- You shouldn’t have had to endure it in the first place.” <br> <br> “So...how did you know about it? <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>I don’t recall showing you my back after all these years...<<else>>You haven’t taken to watching my backside without me knowing, I hope.”<</if>> <br> <br> He huffs. “Your da told me about it. He was furious. That //child// who did this to you was under the same instructor – the one I started with from Lale. He always had a problem with pride.” <br> <br> “Whatever happened to him?” Your curiosity pokes at you. <br> <br> “If you’re wondering if he received any scars of his own, the answer is yes...and – you’re welcome.” He chuckles. <br> <br> <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>You sit up, a bit shocked. “Oswin, did you hurt him?”<<else>>You chuckle. “Gave him a run for his money, did you?”<</if>> <br> <br> “I didn’t intentionally wound him. Our instructor was...brutal. He often pitted us against each other. I cared not for their approval, I was there to learn, the //child// was fond of licking our teacher’s boots. We were made to face each other as a rite of passage. Winner continued their course; the other had to find a new teacher. I won, he came after me much in the way he did you, I...won again.” <br> <br> “The fool didn’t learn his lesson after Da nearly killed him…” <br> <br> “Last I heard, he still managed a position with a guild of proper mercenaries.” <br> <br> You scoff, and Oswin chuckles as he continues to work the fragrant soap through your hair. <</if>> <</nobr>> <<if $tat7 is true>>Oswin hums thoughtfully. “This tattoo suits you.” He taps your right shoulder blade, where your wolf is proudly depicted. “You think?” “Wolves are as wondrous as they are fierce and sometimes misunderstood. <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>You’re a genuine sort, and I think – in their own way – wolves are too.”<<else>>You have a fun spirit that stands out; when wolves are at ease, they often have a playful nature as well.”<</if>> You shake your head. “I suppose I should thank you for the compliment then...” <</if>> <<if $tat8 is true>>Oswin lightly touches your left shoulder. “I am partial to your flowers here. It reminds me of my own tattoo…” “Thank you,” you say, trying to rein in your grin. You get the sense that Oswin is feeling a little compelled to talk, so you patiently wait to see if he will continue. <</if>> Oswin chuckles. “This smell always makes me think of you,” he finally says as he massages your scalp. Your eyes drift closed as your muscles relax. “It does?” you ask. “Of course. When I come to your house, I...well, I can tell when you’ve been about sometimes. It carries.” “I didn’t realize. I must be used to it.” He pauses for a moment before his ministrations continue. “Do you remember that time when my ma was making soap…” You snicker. “And your pa thought it was soup?” Both of you laugh. Oswin struggles to rein in his very child-like giggles. “You know, we could have told him.” <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>You shake your head. “We should have. What were we thinking? Poor man.”<<else>>You guffaw. “Well, if we had, we wouldn’t have anything to laugh about right now.”<</if>> “To this day, he can’t eat soup without confirming with us that it is, in fact, soup. I still remember how horrified his face was.” “Did you ever get in trouble for that?” “Ma made me finish the batch of soap up – but I know I saw her laugh about it. I couldn’t blame my father for thinking it was soup; the herbs in it made it smell delicious.” You tilt your head back to look at him. There’s mirth in his eyes. “If you want to take a bite out of mine to see what it’s like…” One of his eyebrows goes up. “I’m not hungry...and you clearly need it more than me.” Your head snaps back up. “//Hey//!” He laughs. “You’re good to rinse off. Before your soap becomes too tantalizing, I’m going back to my drills.” He runs a hand through your hair one last time. “Thank you, Oswin.” He’s quiet, and you hear his footsteps come to a stop. “Thank //you//, $mc,” he says softly. [[“You needn’t thank me, I haven’t done anything.” You turn your head to look at him.|3.64ab1aa][$SeriousPlayful to Math.clamp($SeriousPlayful + 3, 0, 100)]] [[“You’re quiet welcome to bask in my company any time.” You turn your head to wink at him.|3.64ab1aa][$SeriousPlayful to Math.clamp($SeriousPlayful - 3, 0, 100)]] $flirt_label [[“Next time, you’re welcome to join me.” You turn your head to give him a coy grin.|3.64ab1aa][$BoldflirtShyflirt to Math.clamp($BoldflirtShyflirt + 3, 0, 100)]] $flirt_label [[You look behind you, meeting his green eyes, as your face fills with heat.|3.64ab1aa][$BoldflirtShyflirt to Math.clamp($BoldflirtShyflirt - 3, 0, 100)]]

You break the long silence that has settled between you both. “I know you’re all about respecting my privacy and all, but would you mind washing my back? I’ll stay facing away in the water.” Oswin’s shoulders go stiff, and he stays quiet. His foot begins to tap in place. “Please.” He bows his head for a moment and you see that his eyes are closed, but he gives a subtle nod. “Thank you,” you say, moving a little closer to the shore, so your back isn’t submerged. You lean forward a bit to help Oswin feel more comfortable. He waits until you’ve settled, covered enough by the water to maintain some privacy, though you also know the water is clear. You hear him approach behind you and turn your head to look. He’s rolled his trousers up a ways and taken off his boots. The thick muscles of his calves are very evident. He squats and takes the soap and washcloth from you. “Tell me if I scrub too hard,” he murmurs. Oswin gently touches your back with the lathered cloth, first moving in slow and soft circles along your skin. After covering the expanse of your back, he rinses the cloth and you before re-lathering. He gets the back of your neck and along your shoulders, scrubbing a bit harder. It feels wonderful, and you feel a bit like Papa when Da goes up to him to scratch his back. Oswin remains gentle and careful, murmuring little apologies when he thinks he’s rubbed too hard, and the time or two he manages to find a ticklish spot close to your side. It’s quiet between you, but the sound of birdsong echos around. It’s peaceful. <<nobr>> <<if $interestwound is 'backscar'>>A troubled sigh funnels form Oswin’s lips, and you wonder if he’s uncomfortable with helping you after all. <br> <br> “What’s wrong?” you ask. <br> <br> You feel a gentle touch along the scar on your back. “This.” <br> <br> You shrug. “It’s healed. Last time I got a good look at it in the mirror, it was pretty faded.” <br> <br> “Yes, but it shouldn’t- You shouldn’t have had to endure it in the first place.” <br> <br> “So...how did you know about it? <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>I don’t recall showing you my back after all these years...<<else>>You haven’t taken to watching my backside without me knowing, I hope.”<</if>> <br> <br> He huffs. “Your da told me about it. He was furious. That //child// who did this to you was under the same instructor – the one I started with from Lale. He always had a problem with pride.” <br> <br> “Whatever happened to him?” Your curiosity pokes at you. <br> <br> “If you’re wondering if he received any scars of his own, the answer is yes...and – you’re welcome.” He chuckles. <br> <br> <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>You sit up, a bit shocked. “Oswin, did you hurt him?”<<else>>You chuckle. “Gave him a run for his money, did you?”<</if>> <br> <br> “I didn’t intentionally wound him. Our instructor was...brutal. He often pitted us against each other. I cared not for their approval, I was there to learn, the //child// was fond of licking our teacher’s boots. We were made to face each other as a right of passage. Winner continued their course, the other had to find a new teacher. I won, he came after me much in the way he did you, I...won again.” <br> <br> “The fool didn’t learn his lesson after Da nearly killed him…” <br> <br> “Last I heard, he still managed a position with a guild of proper mercenaries.” <br> <br> You scoff and Oswin sighs as he continues to work the fragrant soap along your back. <</if>> <br> <br> <<if $tat7 is true>>Oswin hums thoughtfully. “This tattoo suits you.” He taps your right shoulder blade, where your wolf is proudly depicted. <br> <br> “You think?” <br> <br> “Wolves are as wondrous as they are fierce and sometimes misunderstood. <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>You’re a genuine sort, and I think – in their own way – wolves are too.”<<else>>You have a fun spirit that stands out; when wolves are at ease, they often have a playful nature as well.”<</if>> <br> <br> You shake your head. “I suppose I should thank you for the compliment then...” <</if>> <br> <br> <<if $tat8 is true>>Oswin lightly touches your left shoulder. “I am partial to your flowers here. It reminds me of my own tattoo…” <br> <br> “Thank you,” you say, trying to rein in your grin. You get the sense that Oswin is feeling a little compelled to talk, so you patiently wait to see if he will continue. <</if>> <</nobr>> Oswin chuckles. “This smell always makes me think of you,” he says as he sets the cloth aside and begins to massage your tense shoulders. Your eyes drift closed as your muscles relax. “It does?” you ask. “Of course. When I come to your house, I...well, I can tell when you’ve been about sometimes. It carries.” “I didn’t realize. I must be used to it.” He pauses for a moment, before his ministrations continue. “Do you remember that time when my ma was making soap…” You snicker. “And your pa thought it was soup?” Both of you laugh. Oswin struggles to rein in his, very child-like, giggles. “You know, we could have told him.” <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>You shake your head. “We should have. What were we thinking? Poor man.”<<else>>You guffaw. “Well, if we had, we wouldn’t have anything to laugh about right now.”<</if>> “To this day he can’t eat soup without confirming with us that it is, in fact, soup. I still remember how horrified his face was.” “Did you ever get in trouble for that?” “Ma made me finish the batch of soap up – but I know I saw her laugh about it. I couldn’t blame my father for thinking it was soup, the herbs in it made it smell delicious.” You tilt your head back to look at him. There’s mirth in his eyes. “If you want to take a bite out of mine to see what it’s like…” One of his eyebrows goes up. “I’m not hungry...and you clearly need it more than me.” Your head snaps back up. “//Hey//!” He laughs. “You’re good to rinse off. Before your soap becomes too tantalizing, I’m going back to my drills.” He pats you gently on the shoulder. “Thank you, Oswin.” He’s quiet, and you hear his footsteps come to a stop. “Thank //you//, $mc,” he says softly. [[“You needn’t thank me, I haven’t done anything.” You turn your head to look at him.|3.64ab1aa][$SeriousPlayful to Math.clamp($SeriousPlayful + 3, 0, 100)]] [[“You’re quiet welcome to bask in my company any time.” You turn your head to wink at him.|3.64ab1aa][$SeriousPlayful to Math.clamp($SeriousPlayful - 3, 0, 100)]] $flirt_label [[“Next time, you’re welcome to join me.” You turn your head to give him a coy grin.|3.64ab1aa][$BoldflirtShyflirt to Math.clamp($BoldflirtShyflirt + 3, 0, 100)]] $flirt_label [[You look behind you, meeting his green eyes, as your face fills with heat.|3.64ab1aa][$BoldflirtShyflirt to Math.clamp($BoldflirtShyflirt - 3, 0, 100)]]

You break the long silence that has settled between you both. “I know you’re all about respecting my privacy and all, so I do appreciate you keeping me company.” Oswin’s shoulders go stiff, and he stays quiet. His foot begins to tap in place. “Really. I know it makes you feel a bit awkward.” He bows his head for a moment, and you see that his eyes are closed, but he gives a subtle nod. “You’re welcome. I just want you to feel safe away from home.” “I know you do.” You continue your bath, peeking at Oswin every so often. He stays stoically turned away from you, but you can see that he keeps an ear turned towards you. It’s quiet between you, but the sound of birdsong echoes around, accompanied by the occasional splash of the water around you. It’s peaceful. Oswin chuckles, bringing your attention back to him. “The smell of your soap always makes me think of you,” he says, turning his head a little more towards you. You look at your soap. “It does?” you ask. “Of course. When I come to your house, I...well, I can tell when you’ve been about sometimes. It carries.” “I didn’t realize. I must be used to it.” He pauses for a moment. “Do you remember that time when my ma was making soap…” You snicker. “And your pa thought it was soup?” Both of you laugh. Oswin struggles to rein in his very child-like giggles. “You know, we could have told him.” <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>You shake your head. “We should have. What were we thinking? Poor man.”<<else>>You guffaw. “Well, if we had, we wouldn’t have anything to laugh about right now.”<</if>> “To this day, he can’t eat soup without confirming with us that it is, in fact, soup. I still remember how horrified his face was.” “Did you ever get in trouble for that?” “Ma made me finish the batch of soap up – but I know I saw her laugh about it. I couldn’t blame my father for thinking it was soup; the herbs in it made it smell delicious.” You turn your head to look at him. There’s mirth in his eyes. “If you want to take a bite out of mine to see what it’s like…” The corner of the eye that you can see curls up. “I’m not hungry...and you clearly need it more than me.” You splash a bit of water at him. “//Hey//!” He laughs. “If you’re about done, I’ll go before your soap becomes too tantalizing. I should get back to my drills.” “Thank you, Oswin.” He’s quiet, frozen where he stands for a moment. “Thank //you//, $mc,” he says softly. [[“You needn’t thank me, I haven’t done anything.”.|3.64ab1aa][$SeriousPlayful to Math.clamp($SeriousPlayful + 3, 0, 100)]] [[“You’re quite welcome to bask in my company any time.” You wink at him.|3.64ab1aa][$SeriousPlayful to Math.clamp($SeriousPlayful - 3, 0, 100)]] $flirt_label [[“Next time, you’re welcome to join me.” You give him a coy grin.|3.64ab1aa][$BoldflirtShyflirt to Math.clamp($BoldflirtShyflirt + 3, 0, 100)]] $flirt_label [[You meet his green eyes as your face fills with heat.|3.64ab1aa][$BoldflirtShyflirt to Math.clamp($BoldflirtShyflirt - 3, 0, 100)]]

Oswin matches your gaze and holds it for a moment. He gives you a half-smirk and then simply walks away through the trees. You turn back to finish your bath, feeling that you’ve uncovered a glimpse of the Oswin you knew as a child. His laugh is the same, just deeper now. And that smirk...his boyish charm is still beneath whatever austere wall he thinks he’s built around himself. Shaking your head, you rise from the waters to dry yourself and put on fresh clothes. You feel refreshed and perhaps a bit cold now, but like a new person. You smell great too. [[You continue about your day.|3.63]]

He's matured a great deal. You had noticed before, of course, but not how muscular he’d become. He isn’t bulky like some mercenaries and guardsmen get, he still has a refined gracefulness about his figure. You recall what Emre told you of his tattoo – a bouquet of plants and flowers – sage leaves, poppy blooms, aster flowers, and clusters of yarrow. His siblings forever etched into his side. As you move to meet his gaze, something on his chest takes your attention. Upon it rests a hunk of metal right over his heart. Your eyes bounce to his and then back to the object. It’s a necklace made from a long leather cord with a very old key attached. One that you recognize. “$mc? Are you okay?” Oswin asks, snapping you from your haze. “Oh! Yes, sorry – I was…” Your voice stammers. Oswin’s brow ruffles deeply, and he tosses down his sword before approaching you. “You had a strange look on your face. Are you feeling well? <<if hasVisited("3.64")>>Did your bath leave you too chilled? I can start a fire right away.”<</if>> “No, I just…” You wave his hand away as he makes to feel for a fever. “That key…” [[Oswin’s hand immediately flies to his chest to cover it.|3.66ba]]

Your gaze takes him in, the sight enters your eyes and sends a shiver down your back. His square jaw is now prickled with thick stubble. His neck is strong and defined, also glistening from sweat. It drips down and traces his collar bones before reaching his strong chest, which is coated in a light layer of black hair. The lines of his torso are even more magnificent than his back. Oswin’s abdomen is carved with muscle from years of hard work and toiling with the sword. He’s not become bulky with muscle like you’ve seen in other mercenaries and guardsmen, he’s remained almost graceful in his figure. Your eyes quickly cascade down, spotting how his trousers sit, slightly fallen below the line of his hips. Struggling to lift your eyes back up, they take a scenic route from the dip of his navel, to the left side of his ribs which are adorned with the beautiful tattoo of various plants and flowers. Your eyes go back to his chest where there sits a key atop his heart. Your eyes bounce to his and then back to the key. It’s a necklace made from a long leather cord with the very old piece of metal attached - one that you recognize. “$mc? Are you okay?” Oswin asks, snapping you from your haze. “Yes!” you unintentionally yip. Oswin’s brow ruffles deeply, and he tosses down his sword before approaching you. “You had a strange look on your face. Are you feeling well? <<if hasVisited("3.64")>>Did your bath leave you too chilled? I can start a fire right away.”<</if>> “No, I just…” You wave his hand away as he makes to feel for a fever. “That key…” [[Oswin’s hand immediately flies to his chest to cover it.|3.66ba]]

Your interest only rises. You know that hunk of metal. You’d know it anywhere... * It had been a gift. An olive branch to connect you back to Oswin, one that you were reluctant to part with – a piece of yourself and, with it, your raw vulnerability as a child. After the curse first took you and you recovered, you had to practically beg Oswin and Emre to play with you as they did before. Emre was more easily swayed, but not Oswin. He’d barely let you into the clearing, let alone the surrounding woods. He’d fuss if you were in the stream too long, or if you didn’t eat at certain times. After a long time of proving you would not simply dissolve in front of him, you went out into the forest together for the first time in ages. It filled your young heart with so much joy. Things finally felt normal again. It was just you and Oswin, rummaging in the woods and looking for treasures to add to your box of keepsakes. You finally heard him laugh around you like he used to, like he didn’t have any worries. Together, you found a strange grotto that you’d never seen before – and also never found again. It had been dry that season and it was clear that a great deal of water had drained from the underground nook. Caught in the mud, was a metal key, the bit of which was an unusual shape. It was the only thing you found, but it was still so exciting. All the way back home you dreamed up together what the key could be to. Was it from the world that came before? Did it unlock treasure? Was it to a grand castle? If it was, did finding the key make it yours? You laughed and dreamed about it all evening, and at the end of the night, Oswin curled it into your palm. He said, "If anyone deserves a great treasure or castle, I can think of no one more deserving than you." You clung to that key and those words for years. When Oswin reached his 17th year, there was a celebration. He had successfully completed his first cycle as an apprentice with a swordmaster from Lale. His attitude by then had been quite sour for a while. You were nearly 14 at the time, and wanted to return the key to him as a gesture – a bridge – between the two of you. You had waited with Emre, huddled together outside, in the clearing after having left a note for Oswin to come find you. Your best friend was so cold that you practically had to wrap yourself around him to keep him from shivering. You felt bad that you were the one keeping him out. He had also written and left the note for Oswin since you knew he would probably only come if Emre asked him. You remember the sound of the brook. It was engorged with recent rainfall and was running fast. You remember the flash of anger in Oswin’s eyes as he approached you and Emre with the note in hand. Even his own brother seemed a little afraid, huddling closer into you, pulling the cloak tighter around. You gave the cloak to Emre as you waved your hands in a gesture of peace. Oswin seemed placated and listened to you. You presented him with your gift, wrapped in a nice cloth and tied with a ribbon. “For your birthday...and to congratulate you. I know we haven’t spoken much…” You looked back to Emre for a bolster of courage. “But I wanted...I want to be friends again. Like we were.” His green eyes were so vivid and so unsure as he opened the package. So, you kept talking, Emre creeping up next to you to huddle for warmth again. “I want it to be me, you, and Emre again." Oswin stared at the key in silence. Emre hung on your arm and waited with baited breath along with you. Oswin turned his eyes to the two of you. He wasn’t smiling. He looked confused, then sad, then angry. You tried. “Don’t you...don’t you remember? We found that-” “I remember.” He said. His voice was cold. You hadn’t shivered until that moment. “I thought you’d like it for old times sake. To remember...the treasure...the castle.” “There is no treasure. No castle. I’m not a child any longer, Ravi-//Ravinder//. I can’t play your stupid games any longer. There’s nothing magical about this – it’s an old useless dumb key. It doesn’t //go// to anything anymore.” Emre stood straight, putting his hands on his hips – looking very much like his mother. “Oswin! That is uncalled-” “Do you think I can’t make friends without you!?” Oswin yelled. “What, am I your pathetic big brother – useless without the sweet soft baby brother?” “No!” “I don’t need your help, and I don’t need this stupid key!” Oswin clutched the key in his hand, wound his arm back and threw it. You heard it splash into the brook as the water continued to rush by. It was gone. There was no saving it. *You snap back from the memory with a jolt… [[Tears are running down your face.|3.66ba1]] [[Your face twists in anger.|3.66ba2]] [[You sigh.|3.66ba3]] [[You manage a chuckle.|3.66ba4]]

It had been so long since you remembered that memory. So long, but it still burns. When he had yelled at you and tossed the key away, it felt very much like you were the one tossed in the stream to be forgotten. That night felt like the beginning of the end between you. Those angry words, cutting up your fond memories. His tone, his face – now those are what remains of what was once a happy moment between you. But...why does he have it? Where did he get it? “$mc…” Oswin speaks softly. A gentle, but calloused hand whisks your tears away. “I am so sorry.” More tears come. “Had I...I forgot to...I usually keep it on, so I didn’t think-” You sniff. “You keep it on?” Oswin nods, and his face goes a bit red. “Here...let’s...I should, we should talk.” He gently guides you by the elbow to a soft patch with new grass, taking his discarded cloak and folding it up to make a seat for you. He sits in front of you and takes the necklace off, handing it over. You would know this little trinket anywhere. You remember the weight of it even after more than 10 years, the dark color, the way the bit comes out in three jagged points. You always thought it may have been broken, but you never minded. It’s warm from being against his chest. “Explain,” you say. Oswin takes a deep breath. “I was- I didn’t- It never-” He growls in frustration, placing his hands over his face. <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>“Try to breathe and take your time, there’s no rush.”<<else>>“I understand that this is difficult, but I need you to focus, because it was very difficult for me as well.”<</if>> Oswin’s green eyes search your $eyecolor gaze. “That night – I have always regretted what I said and what I did. I was frustrated and lost, and I took it out on you. When I saw…” His voice begins to break. “When I saw that key, there was so much going through my heart.” “You looked angry. Even Emre was frightened.” He nods. “I don’t want to be that way. I never did, it just...came out of me. I was really touched that you would give this to me...and it was like all those feelings and thoughts got tangled up. Before I knew it, I was yelling and throwing away your gift in the most pathetic way possible.” “You could have just said you were sorry.” “I was going to. So many times, I went to your door. Your da talked to me about it, I failed him too. I never found the courage, and then I had to go back to Lale to continue my training.” You sigh. “But how did you get this?” You wave the key at him. “The next morning, I searched the stream…” “You found it the next day?” He shakes his head. “I...went back a few times. The stream was rushing too much to get a good look. It calmed after maybe five or six days. I looked everyday until my last day in town. Found it washed way down into the woods, buried in the shoreline. I was too much of a coward, I wanted to bring it back to you with my apology. I put it on a chord and wore it to remind me. Seasons came and went, and I never found the courage to face you.” “Why?” The question slips from your lips. <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>The gentle inclinations of your nature have shown through time and again, it’s not as if you were known to be cruel.<<else>>You’re known to be more assertive, but it is not as if you are cruel or would immediately reject a genuine apology just because of that.<</if>> “What I did was unforgivable and it was- My words and actions before and even after were foolish. I told you that night I wasn’t a child, but the truth is that I very much was. I was a child screaming inside who could not...I didn’t want to be this way. I didn’t want...to grow up. Part of me thought that if I apologized to you then, and you rejected it – that everything about our friendship, our childhood together, would be lost. If I held back on that apology – kept it and this key – then I always had something I owed you – a connection, no matter how sullied.” You spot stray tears running down his cheeks. [[Wipe his tears. You forgive him.|3.66ba1a]] [[He’s still being silly. It was a long time ago, you can put it behind you.|3.66ba1b]] [[You huff. There’s nothing to forgive.|3.66ba1c]] [[You’re still hurt, and you’re not ready to forgive.|3.66ba1d]]

It had been so long since you remembered that memory. So long, but it still burns. When he had yelled at you and tossed the key away, it felt very much like you were the one tossed in the stream to be forgotten. That night felt like the beginning of the end between you. Those angry words, cutting up your fond memories. His tone, his face – now those are what remains of what was once a happy moment between you. But...why does he have it? Where did he get it? “$mc…” Oswin speaks softly. He reaches out, but you swat his hand away. “I am so sorry.” Heat rises to your face as you glower at him. “Had I...I forgot to...I usually keep it on, so I didn’t think-” You scoff. “What do you mean, you keep it on?” Oswin nods, and his face goes a bit red. “Here...let’s...I should, we should talk.” He gently guides you by the elbow, until you pull it away from him, to a soft patch with new grass, taking his discarded cloak and folding it up to make a seat for you. He sits in front of you and takes the necklace off, handing it over. You would know this little trinket anywhere. You remember the weight of it even after more than 10 years, the dark color, the way the bit comes out in three jagged points. You always thought it may have been broken, but you never minded. It’s warm from being against his chest. “Explain,” you say. Oswin takes a deep breath. “I was- I didn’t- It never-” He growls in frustration, placing his hands over his face. <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>“Try to breathe and focus.”<<else>>“I understand that this is difficult, but I need you to focus, because it was very difficult for me as well.”<</if>> Oswin’s green eyes search your $eyecolor gaze. “That night – I have always regretted what I said and what I did. I was frustrated and lost, and I took it out on you. When I saw…” His voice begins to break. “When I saw that key, there was so much going through my heart.” “You looked angry. Even Emre was frightened.” He nods. “I don’t want to be that way. I never did, it just...came out of me. I was really touched that you would give this to me...and it was like all those feelings and thoughts got tangled up. Before I knew it, I was yelling and throwing away your gift in the most pathetic way possible.” “You could have just said you were sorry.” “I was going to. So many times, I went to your door. Your da talked to me about it, I failed him too. I never found the courage, and then I had to go back to Lale to continue my training.” You sigh. “But how did you get this?” You wave the key at him. “The next morning, I searched the stream…” “You found it the next day?” He shakes his head. “I...went back a few times. The stream was rushing too much to get a good look. It calmed after maybe five or six days. I looked everyday until my last day in town. Found it washed way down into the woods, buried in the shoreline. I was too much of a coward, I wanted to bring it back to you with my apology. I put it on a chord and wore it to remind me. Seasons came and went, and I never found the courage to face you.” “Why?” The question slips from your lips. <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>The gentle inclinations of your nature have shown through time and again, it’s not as if you were known to be cruel.<<else>>You’re known to be more assertive, but it is not as if you are cruel or would immediately reject a genuine apology just because of that.<</if>> “What I did was unforgivable and it was- My words and actions before and even after were foolish. I told you that night I wasn’t a child, but the truth is that I very much was. I was a child screaming inside who could not...I didn’t want to be this way. I didn’t want...to grow up. Part of me thought that if I apologized to you then, and you rejected it – that everything about our friendship, our childhood together, would be lost. If I held back on that apology – kept it and this key – then I always had something I owed you – a connection, no matter how sullied.” You spot stray tears running down his cheeks. [[Wipe his tears. You forgive him.|3.66ba1a]] [[He’s still being silly. It was a long time ago, you can put it behind you.|3.66ba1b]] [[You huff. There’s nothing to forgive.|3.66ba1c]] [[You’re still hurt, and you’re not ready to forgive.|3.66ba1d]]

It had been so long since you remembered that memory. So long, but it still reminds you of the hurt you endured. When he had yelled at you and tossed the key away, it felt very much like you were the one tossed in the stream to be forgotten. That night felt like the beginning of the end between you. Those angry words, cutting up your fond memories. His tone, his face – now those are what remains of what was once a happy moment between you. But...why does he have it? Where did he get it? “$mc…” Oswin speaks softly. He reaches out, but retracts his hand at the last moment. “I am so sorry.” You stare at him, your feelings mixing between indifference, confusion, sadness, and resignation. “Had I...I forgot to...I usually keep it on, so I didn’t think-” You raise an eyebrow. “What do you mean, you keep it on?” Oswin nods, and his face goes a bit red. “Here...let’s...I should, we should talk.” He gently guides you by the elbow, and you follow him to a soft patch with new grass. Taking his discarded cloak and folding it up, he makes a seat for you. He sits in front of you and takes the necklace off, handing it over. You would know this little trinket anywhere. You remember the weight of it even after more than 10 years, the dark color, the way the bit comes out in three jagged points. You always thought it may have been broken, but you never minded. It’s warm from being against his chest. “Explain,” you say. Oswin takes a deep breath. “I was- I didn’t- It never-” He growls in frustration, placing his hands over his face. <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>“Try to breathe and focus.”<<else>>“I understand that this is difficult, but I need you to focus.”<</if>> Oswin’s green eyes search your $eyecolor gaze. “That night – I have always regretted what I said and what I did. I was frustrated and lost, and I took it out on you. When I saw…” His voice begins to break. “When I saw that key, there was so much going through my heart.” “You looked angry. Even Emre was frightened.” He nods. “I don’t want to be that way. I never did, it just...came out of me. I was really touched that you would give this to me...and it was like all those feelings and thoughts got tangled up. Before I knew it, I was yelling and throwing away your gift in the most pathetic way possible.” “You could have just said you were sorry.” “I was going to. So many times, I went to our door. Your da talked to me about it, I failed him too. I never found the courage, and then I had to go back to Lale to continue my training.” You sigh. “But how did you get this?” You wave the key at him. “The next morning, I searched the stream…” “You found it the next day?” He shakes his head. “I...went back a few times. The stream was rushing too much to get a good look. It calmed after maybe five or six days. I looked everyday until my last day in town. Found it washed way down into the woods, buried in the shoreline. I was too much of a coward, I wanted to bring it back to you with my apology. I put it on a chord and wore it to remind me. Seasons came and went, and I never found the courage to face you.” “Why?” The question slips from your lips. <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>The gentle inclinations of your nature have shown through time and again, it’s not as if you were known to be cruel.<<else>>You’re known to be more assertive, but it is not as if you are cruel or would immediately reject a genuine apology just because of that.<</if>> “What I did was unforgivable and it was- My words and actions before and even after were foolish. I told you that night I wasn’t a child, but the truth is that I very much was. I was a child screaming inside who could not...I didn’t want to be this way. I didn’t want...to grow up. Part of me thought that if I apologized to you then, and you rejected it – that everything about our friendship, our childhood together, would be lost. If I held back on that apology – kept it and this key – then I always had something I owed you – a connection, no matter how sullied.” You spot stray tears running down his cheeks. [[Wipe his tears. You forgive him.|3.66ba1a]] [[He’s still being silly. It was a long time ago, you can put it behind you.|3.66ba1b]] [[You huff. There’s nothing to forgive.|3.66ba1c]] [[You’re still hurt, and you’re not ready to forgive.|3.66ba1d]]

“How strange to see such an old memento,” you muse. It had been so long since you remembered that memory. So long, but it still but it still reminds you of the hurt you endured. When he had yelled at you and tossed the key away, it felt very much like you were the one tossed in the stream to be forgotten. That night felt like the beginning of the end between you. Those angry words, cutting up your fond memories. His tone, his face – now those are what remains of what was once a happy moment between you. But...why does he have it? Where did he get it? “$mc…” Oswin speaks softly. He reaches out, but retracts his hand at the last moment. “I am so sorry.” You stare at him, your feelings mixing. “Had I...I forgot to...I usually keep it on, so I didn’t think-” You raise an eyebrow. “What do you mean, you keep it on?” Oswin nods, and his face goes a bit red. “Here...let’s...I should, we should talk.” He gently guides you by the elbow, and you follow him to a soft patch with new grass. Taking his discarded cloak and folding it up, he makes a seat for you. He sits in front of you and takes the necklace off, handing it over. You would know this little trinket anywhere. You remember the weight of it even after more than 10 years, the dark color, the way the bit comes out in three jagged points. You always thought it may have been broken, but you never minded. It’s warm from being against his chest. “Explain,” you say. Oswin takes a deep breath. “I was- I didn’t- It never-” He growls in frustration, placing his hands over his face. <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>“Try to breathe and focus. It’s okay”<<else>>“I understand that this is difficult, try to focus.”<</if>> Oswin’s green eyes search your $eyecolor gaze. “That night – I have always regretted what I said and what I did. I was frustrated and lost, and I took it out on you. When I saw…” His voice begins to break. “When I saw that key, there was so much going through my heart.” “You looked angry. Even Emre was frightened.” He nods. “I don’t want to be that way. I never did, it just...came out of me. I was really touched that you would give this to me...and it was like all those feelings and thoughts got tangled up. Before I knew it, I was yelling and throwing away your gift in the most pathetic way possible.” “You could have just said you were sorry.” “I was going to. So many times, I went to our door. Your da talked to me about it, I failed him too. I never found the courage, and then I had to go back to Lale to continue my training.” You sigh. “But how did you get this?” You wave the key at him. “The next morning, I searched the stream…” “You found it the next day?” He shakes his head. “I...went back a few times. The stream was rushing too much to get a good look. It calmed after maybe five or six days. I looked everyday until my last day in town. Found it washed way down into the woods, buried in the shoreline. I was too much of a coward, I wanted to bring it back to you with my apology. I put it on a chord and wore it to remind me. Seasons came and went, and I never found the courage to face you.” “Why?” The question slips from your lips. <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>The gentle inclinations of your nature have shown through time and again, it’s not as if you were known to be cruel.<<else>>You’re known to be more assertive, but it is not as if you are cruel or would immediately reject a genuine apology just because of that.<</if>> “What I did was unforgivable and it was- My words and actions before and even after were foolish. I told you that night I wasn’t a child, but the truth is that I very much was. I was a child screaming inside who could not...I didn’t want to be this way. I didn’t want...to grow up. Part of me thought that if I apologized to you then, and you rejected it – that everything about our friendship, our childhood together, would be lost. If I held back on that apology – kept it and this key – then I always had something I owed you – a connection, no matter how sullied.” You spot stray tears running down his cheeks. [[Wipe his tears. You forgive him.|3.66ba1a]] [[He’s still being silly. It was a long time ago, you can put it behind you.|3.66ba1b]] [[You huff. There’s nothing to forgive.|3.66ba1c]] [[You’re still hurt, and you’re not ready to forgive.|3.66ba1d]]

You gently swipe the back of one hand along his cheeks and jaw, drying the stream of tears that have formed down his face. The green of his eyes shine like beautiful gems, but they look so sad. Seeing Oswin’s face so torn with emotion – regret and sadness – how his tall form sits in front of you, hunched as if he were weak, you can’t help but be moved. “Oswin,” you say, “It’s okay. I forgive you.” His breath stutters. “Truly?” “Yes. I know this hurt me when it happened.” You wave the key in the air. “You’re clearly genuine with your regrets, and I can put it behind me.” You offer him a smile, catching another stray tear as it falls from his eye. He catches your hand and holds it to his cheek for a moment. Oddly, he doesn’t look as relieved as you’d expect. If this had weighed on him so much through the years, wouldn’t he at least smile? “I’m not worthy of your grace, $mc,” he says, releasing your hand. <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>You give him a gentle smile. “I think you are.”<<else>>You tilt your head thoughtfully. “Isn’t that for me to decide?”<</if>> His mournful expression does not change. “Oswin...what else are you hiding?” The question tumbles from your lips at its own behest. It came alive in your gut and instinct brought it forward. His face finally changes to one of shock before he schools it into one of cold indifference. “There’s nothing more- Now isn’t the time.” <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>“Oswin, you’re clearly hurting, let me help.”<<else>>“So, there is something else you’re hiding.”<</if>> “I need to focus on what is more important right now than my quibbles. We get your cur- sickness resolved and get you home safe.” He stands abruptly, turning from you as he clearly tries to hide as he wipes his eyes. You stand as well and place a hand to his back. “When you’re ready.” [[This wasn’t the visit you imagined, perhaps you should carry on with your day.|3.63]]

You give him a cheerful smile, though your brow furrows with concern. The green of his eyes shine like beautiful gems, but they look so sad. Seeing Oswin’s face so torn with emotion – regret and sadness – how his tall form sits in front of you, hunched as if he were weak, you can’t help but be moved. “Oswin,” you say, “It’s okay. We can put this behind us – it’s forgotten.” His breath stutters. “Truly?” “Yes. I know this hurt me when it happened.” You wave the key in the air. “You’re clearly genuine with your regrets, and I can put it behind me.” You offer him another smile, spotting a stray tear as it falls from his eye. He catches your hand and holds it close to his face for a moment. Oddly, he doesn’t look as relieved as you’d expect. If this had weighed on him so much through the years, wouldn’t he at least smile? “I’m not worthy of your grace, $mc,” he says, releasing your hand. <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>You give him a gentle push against his shoulder. “I think you are.”<<else>>You tilt your head thoughtfully. “Isn’t that for me to decide?”<</if>> His mournful expression does not change. “Oswin...what else are you hiding?” The question tumbles from your lips at its own behest. It came alive in your gut and instinct brought it forward. His face finally changes to one of shock before he schools it into one of cold indifference. “There’s nothing more- Now isn’t the time.” <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>“Oswin, you’re clearly hurting, let me help.”<<else>>“So, there //is// something else you’re hiding.”<</if>> “I need to focus on what is more important right now than my quibbles. We get your cur- sickness resolved and get you home safe.” He stands abruptly, turning from you as he clearly tries to hide as he wipes his eyes. You stand as well and place a hand to his back. “When you’re ready.” [[This wasn’t the visit you imagined, perhaps you should carry on with your day.|3.63]]

You shake your head, though your brow furrows with concern. The green of his eyes shine like beautiful gems, but they look so sad. Seeing Oswin’s face so torn with emotion – regret and sadness – how his tall form sits in front of you, hunched as if he were weak, you can’t help but be moved, even if he is being ridiculous. “Oswin,” you say, “It’s okay. There’s nothing to forgive. We were children, we had a spat. It’s over.” His breath stutters. “Truly?” “Yes. I know this hurt me when it happened.” You wave the key in the air. “You’re clearly genuine with your regrets, and I have put it behind me.” You offer him a smile, spotting a stray tear as it falls from his eye. He catches your hand and holds it close to his face for a moment. Oddly, he doesn’t look as relieved as you’d expect. If this had weighed on him so much through the years, wouldn’t he at least smile? “I’m not worthy of your grace, $mc,” he says, releasing your hand. <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>You give him a gentle push against his shoulder. “I said there is nothing to forgive.”<<else>>You tilt your head thoughtfully. “Isn’t that for me to decide?”<</if>> His mournful expression does not change. “Oswin...what else are you hiding?” The question tumbles from your lips at its own behest. It came alive in your gut and instinct brought it forward. His face finally changes to one of shock before he schools it into one of cold indifference. “There’s nothing more- Now isn’t the time.” <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>“Oswin, you’re clearly hurting, let me help.”<<else>>“So, there //is// something else you’re hiding.”<</if>> “I need to focus on what is more important right now than my quibbles. We get your cur- sickness resolved and get you home safe.” He stands abruptly, turning from you as he clearly tries to hide as he wipes his eyes. You stand as well and place a hand to his back. “When you’re ready.” [[This wasn’t the visit you imagined, perhaps you should carry on with your day.|3.63]]

You shake your head. This was an impactful moment in your young life. To see that he’s held on so selfishly to an apology will take you a while to process. Perhaps in time you will find the ability to forgive him, but it will not be right now. He had his time holding on to this, you are allowed yours to process how you feel. The green of his eyes shine like gems, but they look very sad. Seeing Oswin’s face so torn with emotion – regret and sadness – how his tall form sits in front of you, hunched as if he were weak, you can’t help but be a little moved, even if you’ve yet to determine your own feelings. “Oswin,” you say, “I need some time to think this through.” His breath stutters. “I completely understand that. That you’re even considering taking the time is more than enough for me.” “This hurt me when it happened.” You wave the key in the air. “You’re clearly genuine with your regrets, but you held on to something as simple as a ‘sorry’ for years, that I just want the time to think it over.” You offer him a nod, spotting a stray tear as it falls from his eye. He catches your hand and holds it close to his face for a moment. Oddly, he doesn’t look as relieved as you’d expect from his words. If this had weighed on him so much through the years, wouldn’t he at least look a little relieved? “I’m not worthy of your time, $mc,” he says, releasing your hand. <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>You give him a gentle push against his shoulder. “Let me be the judge of that.”<<else>>You tilt your head thoughtfully. “Isn’t that for me to decide?”<</if>> His mournful expression does not change. “Oswin...what else are you hiding?” The question tumbles from your lips at its own behest. It came alive in your gut and instinct brought it forward. His face finally changes to one of shock before he schools it into one of cold indifference. “There’s nothing more- Now isn’t the time.” <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>“Oswin, you’re clearly hurting, and your habit of holding on to these things obviously helps no one.”<<else>>“So, there //is// something else you’re hiding.”<</if>> “I need to focus on what is more important right now than my quibbles. We get your cur- sickness resolved and get you home safe.” He stands abruptly, turning from you as he clearly tries to hide as he wipes his eyes. You stand as well and place a hand to his shoulder. “When you’re ready.” [[This wasn’t the visit you imagined, perhaps you should carry on with your day.|3.63]]

Not too far from a bridge that spans the width of the stream, the shore curves. The stream is so swollen that it has created a large private pool to one side, secluded by the surrounding trees. It doesn’t appear very deep and the water is very clear, enough that you see small fish easily darting about. You can still hear the waterfall from the pool, but the surrounding foliage helps block much of the noise. You settle your things on a large flat rock next to the waterline and begin to undress. Thankfully the sun is high enough to warm you and the water, but it is still just a little cool. Spring is still waking, and it will be several days before it is comfortably warm. It feels wonderful to strip out of your old dirty clothes. <<if $clothing is 'comfortable'>>Your already very comfortable wardrobe was a boon as you were packing for the trip. With limited space, you could only take what was essential and would wear well on the road. You are so thankful that your normal clothes were sufficient, though you fear once this trip is over, you’ll have to replace all the items you packed.<<elseif $clothing is 'regular'>>Your regular wardrobe was a boon as you were packing for the trip. With limited space, you could only take what was essential and would wear well on the road. You are so thankful that your normal clothes were sufficient and durable enough, though you fear once this trip is over, you’ll have to replace some of the items you packed.<<elseif $clothing is 'business'>>Your already very functional wardrobe was a boon as you were packing for the trip. With limited space, you could only take what was essential and would wear well on the road. You are so thankful that your regular clothes were sufficient, though you fear once this trip is over, you’ll have to repair some of the items you packed.<<elseif $clothing is 'color'>>Your fathers and Oswin insisted that you take some of your most drab articles of clothing. You miss the vibrant colors of your wardrobe, but you suppose many of your items would be ruined by the time you are back home.<<elseif $clothing is 'revealing'>>Your fathers insisted that you at least pack some articles of clothing that would cover you more fully. You saw the benefit in it within just the first days, but your skin longs to breathe. At least you found comfortable items to wear, and your normal wardrobe is so light weight, that you were able to slip some of your favorite articles in as well.<</if>> You take a look at yourself before wading into the water. You are dirty, no doubt about it. At least you can’t smell yourself, though you’d rather not chance it. There’s dirt clinging to every crease in your skin. After taking some soothing breaths of fresh air, you brace yourself for the cold water and begin to wade in. A chill hits your feet and you stop for a moment to adjust. It actually isn’t as bad as you feared, and is close to the same temperature as the water from the well back home. You continue to walk in and let yourself adjust. The pool only hits at about your ribs. [[You settle in and wait for Zahn.|3.64bb]]

You kneel down in the water to begin soaking. Not but a few moments later you hear Zahn trundling through the low shrubs that crowd the path to the pool, sounding very much like $Zheshe is tripping over each one. The happy acolyte burst into view, already shedding layers of clothing. You remember your promise to Oswin and turn your front away from Zahn, tilting your head around to greet $Zhimher with a smile. “I’ll be right in, $mc. Oswin was glaring at me, so I promised to be good.” You chuckle. “I’m going to keep my back to you anyway, Zahn.” “That’s okay, you have a very nice back anyway. Joke's on Oswin!” $Zcapitalheshe laughs. You hear a splash and then a yip from the acolyte. “That’s cold!” The water ripples as Zahn gets in, and you see a small school of minnows dart away. Once it sounds like Zahn is in the water, you turn your head and meet $Zhisher eyes. $Zcapitalheshe is submerged to $Zhisher throat, blond hair plastered down from being damp. You note $Zhisher bony shoulders and that $Zhisher neck is very slim and elegant. You imagine Zahn’s travels have been a little rough if they’re this small right now. “Thank you for inviting me. This is fun! It’s just a bath but it’s kinda nice to do some of that mundane stuff with another person.” You nod. “I thought it might be nice too. My home has a bathtub inside, so I haven’t really done this before.” “Wow, //inside//? I’ve never seen a bath like that. I’ve heard of them. Is it cold like this?” “If you just use the water pumped from the well. My Papa put a special stove in the washroom so you can boil two big buckets of water at once. If you do that and add two buckets from the well, it makes a warm bath.” “A warm bath sounds so wonderful…” $Zcapitalheshe says dreamily. You realize then that you’ve left your soap and washcloth on the rock at the edge of the pool. You also consider that Zahn may be kind enough to help you bathe if you wanted... [[You ask Zahn to wash your hair.|3.64bb1]] [[You ask Zahn to wash your back.|3.64bb2]] [[You ask Zahn to hand you your soap and cloth to continue your bath.|3.64bb3]]

“Zahn, my soap and cloth are on the rock next to you, would you mind grabbing them?” “Sure!” Zahn makes haste, making the water ripple again. Once $Zheshe has reached you, you ask, “Would you mind washing my hair for me?” “Really? I’d love to.” You feel a tentative touch against your hair, it strikes you as a bit timid. After some gentle tousling, Zahn begins <<if $hairlength is 'very long'>>gingerly working through the great length of your hair, careful to untangle the strands as $Zheshe goes.<<elseif $hairlength is 'long'>>gingerly working though the long length of your hair, careful to untangle the strands as $Zheshe goes.<<elseif $hairlength is 'shoulder length'>>gingerly working through the length of your hair, careful to untangle the strands as $Zheshe goes.<<elseif $hairlength is 'chin length'>>gingerly working out the few tangles in your hair. Keeping it to your chin has made $Zhisher task a bit easier.<<elseif $hairlength is 'short'>>gingerly working $Zhisher hands through your short hair, loosing a tangle or two.<<elseif $hairlength is 'very short'>>gingerly working $Zhisher hands through your hair, which feels like a soothing massage against your scalp.<</if>> The smell of $favsmell begins to waft around you both. It soothes your mind and fills you with thoughts of home. “$mc,” Zahn says. “you have such lovely hair.” “You think?” “I do. This soap smells really nice too, it suits you.” You chuckle. “Thank you. My da makes the soap, he made sure to use my favorite scent.” Zahn hums thoughtfully. It’s quiet for a while as $Zheshe continues to wash your hair and massages your scalp. <<nobr>> <<if $interestwound is 'backscar'>>Finally, Zahn breaks the silence. “It’s fine if you don’t want to tell me, but the scar on your back...looks like you had a bad experience. Sorry for staring, but I can’t help but be curious.” <br> <br> “Oh, I got that a long time ago when I was beginning my sword training.” <br> <br> “You trained like Oswin does?” <br> <br> “Mostly. Oswin probably takes things a bit too seriously since he’s more of a mercenary now, but I learned under my da. I do some guard work in our village, not much happens, but I’ve trained to be prepared for about anything.” <br> <br> “Did something happen in your village when you got this then?" <br> <br> “That was when I was younger, another kid who was learning like me wanted to spar. We had a match, and I won. I don’t think he took losing very well even though it was just a friendly match. He claims he only meant to barely poke me, but he swung his sword as my back was turned. Healer had to pack and sew the wound shut.” <br> <br> “Blessed be, $mc, that is awful. What a little piss – can’t take one loss, how pathetic.” Zahn grumbles, which sounds more cute than aggravated.<</if>> <br> <br> <<if $tat7 is true and $tat8 is true>>Zahn taps your right shoulder. “I like both of your tattoos as well. I’ve always wanted one, but they cost too much money.”<<elseif $tat7 is true>>Zahn taps your right shoulder. “I like your tattoo as well. I’ve always wanted one, but they cost too much money.<<elseif $tat8 is true>>Zahn taps your left shoulder. “I like your tattoo as well. I’ve always wanted one, but they cost too much money. <br> <br> “Well, thank you again, Zahn. If you do end up in Stonebrook sometime our guard captain is the one that does most of our tattoos. She’s quite good and her prices are very reasonable. I think she just enjoys it, so she mainly charges to cover her supplies.” <br> <br> “Oh, I would love that! Seems like a good reason to make sure my pilgrimage takes me there.” <</if>> <</nobr>> A contented sigh escapes you. Zahn has definitely been working on your hair longer than $Zheshe needed to, but you can’t say as thought it hasn’t felt wonderful. A sense of relaxation flits through your body. You suddenly realize that the sensation is more than just your muscles relaxing and your back stiffens. Zahn stops. “I’m sorry, that was unintentional!” “What was that?” You’re trying to put your finger on the sensation. It was pleasant, tingly, cool but also warm. “Magic.” $Zhisher voice sounds sheepish. “I’m so sorry, I was just kinda in the moment and relaxed a bit too much. It almost has a mind of its own sometimes. I won’t do it again, I promise.” Zahn begins to almost sound frantic. “It’s fine, I’m fine – I just realized the feeling was unusual.” “Phew, I’m so glad. I was thinking that I really hoped I was helping you to feel good since you’ve had such a rough...time with your illness, and oh...oh, I mean, sorry – I shouldn’t have said that. Um, I’m so sorry. I don’t mean to make you think of it, it’s hard enough I bet...Ah, //shit//.” You turn your head and see Zahn tapping $Zhisher fist against $Zhisher forehead, face all scrunched up with worry. [[You tell Zahn that it’s okay.|3.64bb1a][$SeriousPlayful to Math.clamp($SeriousPlayful + 3, 0, 100)]] [[You decide to mess with Zahn a little.|3.64bb1b][$SeriousPlayful to Math.clamp($SeriousPlayful - 3, 0, 100)]]

“Zahn, my soap and cloth are on the rock next to you, would you mind grabbing them?” “Sure!” Zahn makes haste, making the water ripple again. Once $Zheshe has reached you, you ask, “Would you mind washing my back for me?” “Really? I’d love to.” You feel a tentative touch against your back, it strikes you as a bit timid. After some gentle motions, Zahn begins. The smell of $favsmell begins to waft around you both. It soothes your mind and fills you with thoughts of home. “$mc,” Zahn says. “You have such lovely skin.” “You think?” “I do. This soap smells really nice too, it suits you.” You chuckle. “Thank you. My da makes the soap, he made sure to use my favorite scent.” Zahn hums thoughtfully. It’s quiet for a while as $Zheshe continues to wash your back and massage your shoulders a bit. <<nobr>> <<if $interestwound is 'backscar'>>Finally, Zahn breaks the silence. “It’s fine if you don’t want to tell me, but the scar on your back...looks like you had a bad experience. Sorry for staring, but I can’t help but be curious.” <br> <br> “Oh, I got that a long time ago when I was beginning my sword training.” <br> <br> “You trained like Oswin does?” <br> <br> “Mostly. Oswin probably takes things a bit too seriously since he’s more of a mercenary now, but I learned under my da. I do some guard work in our village, not much happens, but I’ve trained to be prepared for about anything.” <br> <br> “Did something happen when you got this then?” <br> <br> “When I was young, another kid who was learning like me wanted to spar. We had a match, and I won. I don’t think he took losing very well even though it was just a friendly match. He claimed he only meant to lightly poke me, but he swung his sword as my back was turned. Healer had to pack and sew the wound shut.” <br> <br> “Blessed be, $mc, that is awful. What a little piss – can’t take one loss, how pathetic.” Zahn grumbles, which sounds more cute than aggravated.<</if>> <br> <br> <<if $tat7 is true and $tat8 is true>>Zahn taps your right shoulder. “I like both of your tattoos as well. I’ve always wanted one, but they cost too much money.”<<elseif $tat7 is true>>Zahn taps your right shoulder. “I like your tattoo as well. I’ve always wanted one, but they cost too much money.<<elseif $tat8 is true>>Zahn taps your left shoulder. “I like your tattoo as well. I’ve always wanted one, but they cost too much money. <br> <br> “Well, thank you again, Zahn. If you do end up in Stonebrook sometime our guard captain is the one that does most of our tattoos. She’s quite good and her prices are very reasonable. I think she just enjoys it, so she mainly charges to cover her supplies.” <br> <br> “Oh, I would love that! Seems like a good reason to make sure my pilgrimage takes me there.” <</if>> <</nobr>> A contented sigh escapes you. Zahn has definitely been working on your back longer than $Zheshe needed to, but you can’t say as thought it hasn’t felt wonderful. A sense of relaxation flits through your body. You suddenly realize that the sensation is more than just your muscles relaxing and your back stiffens. Zahn stops. “I’m sorry, that was unintentional!” “What was that?” You’re trying to put your finger on the sensation. It was pleasant, tingly, cool but also warm. “Magic.” $Zhisher voice sounds sheepish. “I’m so sorry, I was just kinda in the moment and relaxed a bit too much. It almost has a mind of its own sometimes. I won’t do it again, I promise.” Zahn begins to almost sound frantic. “It’s fine, I’m fine – I just realized the feeling was unusual.” “Phew, I’m so glad. I was thinking that I really hoped I was helping you to feel good since you’ve had such a rough...time with your illness, and oh...oh, I mean, sorry – I shouldn’t have said that. Um, I’m so sorry. I don’t mean to make you think of it, it’s hard enough I bet...Ah, //shit//.” You turn your head and see Zahn tapping $Zhisher fist against $Zhisher forehead, face all scrunched up with worry. [[You tell Zahn that it’s okay.|3.64bb1a][$SeriousPlayful to Math.clamp($SeriousPlayful + 3, 0, 100)]] [[You decide to mess with Zahn a little.|3.64bb1b][$SeriousPlayful to Math.clamp($SeriousPlayful - 3, 0, 100)]]

“Zahn, my soap and cloth are on the rock next to you, would you mind grabbing them?” “Sure!” Zahn makes haste, making the water ripple again. $Zcapitalheshe taps you on the back and hands you your things so you can set about getting washed up. The smell of $favsmell begins to waft around you both. It soothes your mind and fills you with thoughts of home. “$mc,” Zahn says. “I hope you don’t mind, but I wanted to say that you’re gorgeous.” Pausing for a moment, you absorb the compliment. “You think?” “I do. Your soap smells really nice too, it suits you.” You chuckle at $Zhisher directness. “Thank you. My da makes the soap, he made sure to use my favorite scent.” Scrubbing the dirt from your rough journey away is invigorating. Even if the water is a bit chilled still, you already feel so much better. Zahn makes for good and sweet company, and you almost feel like a new $manwoperson. A quiet peace falls between the two of you, with only the sounds of the surrounding water filling the space. <<nobr>> <<if $interestwound is 'backscar'>>Finally, Zahn breaks the stillness of the moment. “It’s fine if you don’t want to tell me, but the scar on your back...looks like you had a bad experience. Sorry for staring, but I can’t help but be curious.” <br> <br> “Oh, I got that a long time ago when I was beginning my sword training.” <br> <br> “You trained like Oswin does?” <br> <br> “Mostly. Oswin probably takes things a bit too seriously since he’s more of a mercenary now, but I learned under my da. I do some guard work in our village, not much happens, but I’ve trained to be prepared for about anything.” <br> <br> “Did something happen when you got this then?” <br> <br> “That was when I was younger, another kid who was learning like me wanted to spar. We had a match, and I won. I don’t think he took losing very well even though it was just a friendly match. He claims he only meant to barely poke me, but he swung his sword as my back was turned. Healer had to pack and sew the wound shut.” <br> <br> “Blessed be, $mc, that is awful. What a little piss – can’t take one loss, how pathetic.” Zahn grumbles, which sounds more cute than aggravated.<</if>> <br> <br> <<if $tat7 is true and $tat8 is true>>Zahn shifts behind you. “I like both of your tattoos as well. I’ve always wanted one, but they cost too much money.”<<elseif $tat7 is true>>Zahn shifts behind you. “I like your tattoo as well. I’ve always wanted one, but they cost too much money.<<elseif $tat8 is true>>Zahn shifts behind you. “I like your tattoo as well. I’ve always wanted one, but they cost too much money. <br> <br> “Well, thank you again, Zahn. If you do end up in Stonebrook sometime our guard captain is the one that does most of our tattoos. She’s quite good and her prices are very reasonable. I think she just enjoys it, so she mainly charges to cover her supplies.” <br> <br> “Oh, I would love that! Seems like a good reason to make sure my pilgrimage takes me there.” <</if>> <</nobr>> After a while, you notice the atmosphere feels a bit odd. Zahn has been moving around more and has gotten a bit closer. Twice you’ve heard $Zhimher start to say something and then stop and clear $Zhisher throat. You decide to prompt, since it seems $Zheshe has something to say. “Zahn, are you okay?” “Oh! Yes!” $Zheshe yips. “Well, no...well, yes – I’m fine. I was just wondering if //you// were fine. You know, I can help relax you a bit more if you want. If I stand close or if I touch you I mean.” “I-” “I don’t mean that in a weird way! I’m not trying to touch you in a forward way, unless you wanted me to, I suppose. But, no, that’s...I was thinking that I really hoped you were feeling good since you’ve had such a rough...time with your illness, and oh...oh, I mean, sorry – I shouldn’t have said that. Um, I’m so sorry. I don’t mean to make you think of it, it’s hard enough I bet...Ah, //shit//.” You turn your head and see Zahn tapping $Zhisher fist against $Zhisher forehead, face all scrunched up with worry. [[You tell Zahn that it’s okay.|3.64bb1a][$SeriousPlayful to Math.clamp($SeriousPlayful + 3, 0, 100)]] [[You decide to mess with Zahn a little.|3.64bb1b][$SeriousPlayful to Math.clamp($SeriousPlayful - 3, 0, 100)]]

You decide to take pity on $Zhimher, especially since you’re not technically currently sick, and $Zheshe has been trying to comfort you this whole time. “Zahn, it’s fine, you can relax.” $Zcapitalheshe groans. “Sorry, I always screw stuff up. I really didn’t want to ask or say anything. I tried really hard, it just started to slip.” You shrug, taking your soap and rag back and continuing your bath. “I’m feeling okay right now. So, don’t worry about it.” Zahn sighs. “Okay, tell me if I can do anything to make it up to you.” “It’s dangerous to promise //anything//.” You say as you dunk yourself under the water to rinse. The brisk coldness catches you a bit by surprise, but as you breach the surface again, you feel invigorated. “You know, $mc, if it’s you, I am starting to think that //anything// really would be okay.” You snort a laugh. “You’ve been pretty direct since we met…” “Yeah, sorry about that. I’m not like that with just everyone. I get feelings about people, and then I can’t help myself when I get a really good feeling about someone.” [[Invite Zahn to “get a good feeling.”|3.64bb1a1]] (Mildly Explicit) [[Divert the subject.|3.64bb1a2]]

“I don’t know, Zahn, I think that crossed a line.” Zahn gasps. “Oh no, I am so, so sorry. I’ll leave. I’ll make it up to you. I- I- I-” “I think I’ll call for Oswin,” you say, turning to hide your smirk. A strange and stifled alarmed noise escapes $Zhisher mouth and the water around you both begins to slosh. You can no longer hide your laughter. You glance behind you and see the realization gradually shift Zahn’s expression from worry to a sort of playful irritation. $Zcapitalheshe folds $Zhisher arms and glowers at you, though a smirk forms upon Zahn’s lips as well. “No fair, you really had me!” Zahn pouts, making you laugh harder. You try to school your glee. “Zahn, it’s fine, you can relax. I’m sorry, you just set yourself up for that so perfectly. It’s really fine.” $Zcapitalheshe groans. “Sorry, I always screw stuff up. I really didn’t want to ask or say anything about your...problem. I tried really hard, it just started to slip, and I thought you’d be really angry.” You shrug, taking your soap and rag back and continuing your bath. “I’m feeling okay right now. So, don’t worry about it.” Zahn sighs. “Okay, tell me if I can do anything to make it up to you.” “It’s dangerous to promise //anything//.” You say as you dunk yourself under the water to rinse. The brisk coldness catches you a bit by surprise, but as you breach the surface again, you feel invigorated. “You know, $mc, if it’s you, I am starting to think that //anything// really would be okay.” You snort a laugh. “You’ve been pretty direct since we met…” “Yeah, sorry about that. I’m not like that with just everyone. I get feelings about people, and then I can’t help myself when I get a really good feeling about someone.” [[Invite Zahn to “get a good feeling.”|3.64bb1a1]] (Mildly Explicit) [[Divert the subject.|3.64bb1a2]]

<<set $Zfool3 to true>> “Zahn...would you like to get a good feel for me right now?” You look over your shoulder, meeting $Zhisher bright blue eyes with a sultry $eyecolor gaze of your own. Zahn appears struck as if by lightning, but you see a very slight nod and a nervous smile form on $Zhisher lips. $Zcapitalheshe slowly closes the distance between you, getting close enough that you feel the change in temperature at your back. <<if $height is 'verytall'>>You can really sense the difference in height between you like this as you tower over Zahn.<<elseif $height is 'tall'>>You can really sense the difference in height between you like this, as you still loom over Zahn a bit..<<elseif $height is 'average'>>Zahn is close to your height, and it feels nice to share $Zhisher heat over the whole expanse of your back.<<else>>It makes you feel a bit tingly to have Zahn standing over you. It makes you wonder just how much $Zheshe can see.<</if>> Zahn’s breath hitches slightly. “$mc, I hope this isn’t too much, but I adore your body. <<if $bodytype is 'broad and sturdy'>>You’re so broad and strong, I want to feel your muscles so bad.<<elseif $bodytype is 'athletic and agile'>>You’re so strong and graceful, I want to feel the power in your muscles.<<elseif $bodytype is 'curvy'>>Your curves are so perfect that I can barely keep my hands away.<<elseif $bodytype is 'toned and lean'>>You’re so lean and graceful, I want to feel all your dips and angles.<<elseif $bodytype is 'slender'>>You’re so slender and agile, I want to explore every part of you.<<elseif $bodytype is 'voluptuous'>>You are so sexy and luscious, I want to hold on to you so badly.<</if>> “Then, what are you waiting for?” you invite. You feel very warm hands touch your shoulder and slide down your back. Zahn glides $Zhisher hands along your spine and sides, up to your shoulders, across and down both your arms. It’s almost as if $Zheshe is mapping your body. As Zahn’s hands skirt down your naked sides once more, $Zheshe dips them lower to your hips. You hear a sharp inhale, and then a muttered, “//Gods...//” You smile. “Try the front. You can’t look...but you can touch.” Zahn’s breathing hitches again as $Zhisher hands slide from your hips to your pelvis, just above your sex, and then up. $Zcapitalheshe dances along your abdomen and traces your navel up and down, before tickling along your pelvis again. $Zcapitalheshe presses a bit closer, $Zhisher front pushing into your back. “Your chest?” Zahn asks. You nod. Without hesitation, Zahn traces the lines of your torso to your chest, gliding $Zhisher hands along it, focusing around your nipples for a moment before retreating back down. <<if $Zgen is 'male'>>You feel the press of something against your backside and you gather that Zahn is quite taken by being able to touch you. He’s clearly trying to keep it from touching you, but is failing.>><<elseif $Zgen is 'female'>>You feel the press of Zahn’s breasts against your backside. They’ve become so perky that you sense how hard her nipples have become just by touching you.<</if>> Zahn takes a step back and breathes deeply. You take a moment for yourself as well and collect your thoughts, thinking it may be best to carry on before you two get carried away. [[Now you divert the subject.|3.64bb1a2]]

Since Zahn has been kind enough to accompany you for a bath, it’s generally polite to at least offer $Zhimher a helping hand, at least from what you’ve picked up on etiquette from the townspeople back home. Zahn hasn’t seemed overly shy about doing this either, or you turning your head to look at $Zhimher. “Do you want me to help with your hair or back?” you ask as you peek back. Zahn stops working $Zhisher soap along $Zhisher arms and pauses awkwardly for a moment. “Um, no, that’s fine. Maybe next time. Thank you, though!” You settle down in the pool to relax for a bit as Zahn continues scrubbing. You notice that $Zheshe’s singing something very quietly under $Zhisher breath. It dawns on you that it feels sort of natural to be around Zahn, and you’ve learned a little but not a ton about $Zhimher. “So, you take baths like this with your friends in your church?” “Yes, well, not anymore.” “Why not?” “Well, I got into some trouble actually,” Zahn says, and then clearly forces a chuckle. “Do I dare ask you what you did to lose group bath privileges while we’re currently in a bath together?” You hear a little splash and see Zahn’s wavy blond hair disappear below the surface of the water for a moment. After popping back up, $Zheshe shakes the water from $Zhisher face and then sighs. “Well, I had a //friend// in my fold that, well, we helped each other.” “Helped?” The wheels in your head turn. “Yeah, you know, sex and stuff like that. Neither of us had a lover and we were pretty comfortable with one another.” “Oh, does your faith not allow for things like that?” You’ve heard of some restrictions in some beliefs, but mostly this was unfamiliar to you. “Nothing like that. Din encourages any relationship that we want. Our leader, the Acceptor, is also our matchmaker. He didn’t approve of me doing that with my friend.” There’s a pull in your gut. That strikes you as a bit odd. “Did he say why?” “I’m not good enough is all. It made sense, my friend has elevated to what we call an Order – they’re just a couple steps below the Acceptor. But the Acceptor forgave me after I did my penance.” You nearly choke on your own breath. “How is it for this Acceptor to decide if you’re not good enough?” “That’s just the way it is. They became Acceptor for a reason, his wisdom and insight are really profound.” “What did your friend say?” “She accepted it too, though she didn’t have to do any penance because of her rank. We’re still friends, though we just don’t do the other stuff. It’s not much different I guess.” [[This leaves a gross taste in your mouth, but it’s not your place yet to say anything.|3.64bb1a3]] [[You don’t like this, and you can’t just remain silent about it.|3.64bb1a4]]

You sigh unconsciously. “Don’t worry, if you are worried that is,” $Zheshe says. “And if I am?” “It’s the way I’ve chosen to live, and I trust the Acceptor’s judgment.” Zahn voice is flat, lacking it’s usually enthusiasm. It sounds more like resignation to you. It’s not really your business. The feeling that there is something strange about this is ever-present, and you barely know this person still. “Alright,” you say. Zahn clears $Zhisher throat. “If you’d like to get out first, I think I’m going to soak just a bit longer. I won’t look or anything.” “What if I didn’t care if you did?” You chuckle, trying to bring a bit of levity back into the atmosphere. “Not that I wouldn’t love that, but I don’t need any more temptation.” Zahn laughs. You feel the water ripple, and see over your shoulder that Zahn has sunk down to $Zhisher chin and closed $Zhisher eyes, looking rather comfortable. You decide to take the opportunity to get out of the water, the air sending shivers through your body. While you dry yourself and dress, Zahn remains blissful in the water, eyes still closed and face tilted towards the sun. The pilgrim is sweet and soft, but still a mystery to you. You suppose that will change with time. [[You continue your day.|3.63]]

“Zahn, that’s-” “It’s okay.” $Zcapitalheshe interrupts. You shake your head. “Is it?” “It’s the way I’ve chosen to live, and I trust the Acceptor’s judgment.” Zahn's voice is flat, lacking its usual enthusiasm. It sounds more like resignation to you. It’s not for you to keep pressing. Maybe in time you can speak more candidly to Zahn about it once you’ve known each other longer. You sigh almost unconsciously. “Alright.” Zahn clears $Zhisher throat. “If you’d like to get out first, I think I’m going to soak just a bit longer. I won’t look or anything.” “What if I didn’t care if you did?” You chuckle, trying to bring a bit of levity back into the atmosphere. “Not that I wouldn’t love that, but I don’t need any more temptation.” Zahn laughs. You feel the water ripple, and see over your shoulder that Zahn has sunk down to $Zhisher chin and closed $Zhisher eyes, looking rather comfortable. You decide to take the opportunity to get out of the water, the air sending shivers through your body. While you dry yourself and dress, Zahn remains blissful in the water, eyes still closed and face tilted towards the sun. The pilgrim is sweet and soft, but still a mystery to you. You suppose that will change with time. [[You continue your day.|3.63]]

Not too far from a bridge that spans the width of the stream, the shore curves. The stream is so swollen that it has created a large private pool to one side, secluded by the surrounding trees. It doesn’t appear very deep and the water is very clear, enough that you see small fish easily darting about. You can still hear the waterfall from the pool, but the surrounding foliage helps block much of the noise. You settle your things on a large flat rock next to the waterline and begin to undress. Thankfully the sun is high enough to warm you and the water, but it is still just a little cool. Spring is still waking, and it will be several days before it is comfortably warm. It feels wonderful to strip out of your old dirty clothes. <<if $clothing is 'comfortable'>>Your already very comfortable wardrobe was a boon as you were packing for the trip. With limited space, you could only take what was essential and would wear well on the road. You are so thankful that your normal clothes were sufficient, though you fear once this trip is over, you’ll have to replace all the items you packed.<<elseif $clothing is 'regular'>>Your regular wardrobe was a boon as you were packing for the trip. With limited space, you could only take what was essential and would wear well on the road. You are so thankful that your normal clothes were sufficient and durable enough, though you fear once this trip is over, you’ll have to replace some of the items you packed.<<elseif $clothing is 'business'>>Your already very functional wardrobe was a boon as you were packing for the trip. With limited space, you could only take what was essential and would wear well on the road. You are so thankful that your regular clothes were sufficient, though you fear once this trip is over, you’ll have to repair some of the items you packed.<<elseif $clothing is 'color'>>Your fathers and Oswin insisted that you take some of your most drab articles of clothing. You miss the vibrant colors of your wardrobe, but you suppose many of your items would be ruined by the time you are back home.<<elseif $clothing is 'revealing'>>Your fathers insisted that you at least pack some articles of clothing that would cover you more fully. You saw the benefit in it within just the first days, but your skin longs to breathe. At least you found comfortable items to wear, and your normal wardrobe is so light weight, that you were able to slip some of your favorite articles in as well.<</if>> You take a look at yourself before wading into the water. You are dirty, no doubt about it. At least you can’t smell yourself, though you’d rather not chance it. There’s dirt clinging to every crease in your skin. After taking some soothing breaths of fresh air, you brace yourself for the cold water and begin to wade in. A chill hits your feet and you stop for a moment to adjust. It actually isn’t as bad as you feared, and is close to the same temperature as the water from the well back home. You continue to walk in and let yourself adjust. The pool only hits at about your ribs. [[You settle in and wait for Nathan.|3.64c2]]

You soak in the water, kneeling a bit so you are fully submerged to your neck and can lift your face towards the sun. There’s a deep element of peace around you as the birds sing and din of the waterfall echos slightly around you. A frog begins to croak, almost scaring you. “Careful, you’ll charm the sun down with such a look.” Nathanael’s voice startles you into sitting up. “Stars above!” you curse. “And stars below.” He chuckles. You turn your head to look and catch him smiling at you, looking entirely too pleased. His long blue robe billows a bit with the breeze. It strikes you as odd for him to wear such an elaborate and, no doubt, expensive item while traveling. Though, the luxury of having a large cart would make a difference. He sits on the large stone you placed your things on and you notice a small leather-bound book in his hand. “You’re reading?” Nathan nods. “A bit. I imagine you won’t want to chat the whole time. And this way, I won’t be as tempted to simply stare at you the entire time you are bathing.” <<if $ReservedOutgoing > 49>>You feel your face heat. <<else>>You roll your eyes. <</if>><<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>“Would you be so kind then as to toss me my soap and cloth?” you ask.<<else>>“Could you make yourself useful and toss me my soap and cloth?” you ask.<</if>> A second later, your soap splashes right in front of you, spraying you a bit in the face. You have to hurry to snatch it from getting lost in the stream. You turn your head to give Nathan a dirty look and your, now wet, wash cloth splays right into your face. The look you give the merchant would rival Oswin’s glower. Nathan dries his hands on his robe and then picks his book back up with a smug grin. “You are welcome.” “I suppose should have known the risks of inviting you along,” you murmur, as you stand and begin to lather your soap. “True, true,” Nathan says. “Why //did// you invite me along, $mc? I may get the wrong idea with you asking me to be so close when you are in such a state. Just so we are clear, are you perhaps attempting to seduce me?” $flirt_label [[You answer honestly, that is what you had in mind.|3.64c2a][$BoldflirtShyflirt to Math.clamp($BoldflirtShyflirt + 5, 0, 100)]] $flirt_label [[Your face is on fire and you stammer a response. You’re not opposed, but to address it so directly is a bit much.|3.64c2b][$BoldflirtShyflirt to Math.clamp($BoldflirtShyflirt - 5, 0, 100)]] [[You clarify that is not the case, you are not seducing him.|3.64c2c][$SeriousPlayful to Math.clamp($SeriousPlayful + 3, 0, 100)]] [[That isn’t what you intended, which is best expressed by a slightly insulting joke.|3.64c2d][$SeriousPlayful to Math.clamp($SeriousPlayful - 3, 0, 100)]] [[You keep it vague. Maybe you are, maybe you aren’t, maybe you’re not sure.|3.64c2e]]

<<set $merchantopinion +=5>> “That was my intention, actually.” You pass him a smile as you continue to scrub. Nathan glances up from above his book. He’s hiding his mouth, but you can tell by the corner of his right eye that he is grinning. “I am flattered, my dear. <<if hasVisited("He's a handsome man and fun, perhaps he'd share your bed tonight...")>>And I do believe this is your second attempt at luring me to bed… <</if>>I admit, it is tempting, and I find you charming.” “But?” He sighs. “But, it’s something I would need to think longer about. I’m not a stranger to the odd bed here and there, but it’s been quite some time and I’ve grown rather content with just flirting with ideas rather than practicing with them. Not to mention, a rendezvous during a bizarre chance encounter in the middle of a forest with your //guardian// ready to bite my ankles is less appealing.” “That’s an understandable assessment.<<if hasVisited("3.55c")>>Though, if you’ll recall, you seemed very receptive to the idea earlier, but <</if>>I don’t suppose your caravan is comfortable for such things.” “No.” He laughs. “There is barely room for myself to sleep. I suppose there is plenty of forest around...but that really isn’t my preference either. <<if hasVisited("3.55c")>>I ask your forgiveness for being forward and suggestive, such things become a bit of a game for me – just good fun. <</if>>Maybe one day, $mc, we can see where our flirtations go. Stonebrook has proved profitable for these last two years, I will be around for a while. I’ll think on it, and perhaps I can entertain you some evening.” “Until then, I suppose.” “If it soothes you at all, should you peruse my wares, I’ll give you – and only you – a fair discount. Consider it a thanks for playing this game with me and an apology for turning down your offer, at least for now.” “I appreciate the offer,” you say, perhaps a little disappointed that you’ve been turned down in the interim, but pleased that Nathan will consider it in the future. And that discount may come in handy before you depart again. [[You continue your bath.|3.64c2aa]]

<<set $merchantopinion +=6>> You suddenly very thankful that you stand a ways away from Nathanael and are turned away. You know color must be rising to your cheeks. Your tongue trips on itself trying to either deny your underlying thoughts or divert attention from them. Your mind is blank. Nathan interests you and you may not be able to directly admit it, but there is a stirring inside when you think about the implications. “My, my – did you know your neck and shoulders blush, $mc? They appear //much// darker from where I'm sitting.” You freeze. “Tis true, I can see how red you are from here. Is the water quite warm? Have you found a secret hot spring in the pool?” He chuckles. You give him a slightly sour look from over your shoulder. Nathan glances up from above his book, leading you to wonder if you really are turning red or if he is teasing you. He’s hiding his mouth, but you can tell by the corner of his right eye that he is grinning. “I am flattered, my dear. <<if hasVisited("He's a handsome man and fun, perhaps he'd share your bed tonight...")>>And I do believe this is your second attempt at luring me to bed… <</if>>I admit, it is tempting, and I find you charming, and see you a blushing and stuttering mess makes me...uh, let’s say stirred up.” Curiosity tugs at you. You haven’t admitted anything, but it seems like your private thoughts have been picked up on anyway. “But?” He sighs. “But, it’s something I would need to think longer about. I’m not a stranger to the odd bed here and there, but it’s been quite some time and I’ve grown rather content with just flirting with ideas rather than practicing with them. Not to mention, a rendezvous during a bizarre chance encounter in the middle of a forest with your //guardian// ready to bite my ankles is less appealing.” “That’s an understandable assessment.<<if hasVisited("3.55c")>>Though, if you’ll recall, you seemed very receptive to the idea earlier, but <</if>>I don’t suppose your caravan is comfortable for such things.” “No.” He laughs. “There is barely room for myself to sleep. I suppose there is plenty of forest around...but that really isn’t my preference either. <<if hasVisited("3.55c")>>I ask your forgiveness for being forward and suggestive, such things become a bit of a game for me – just good fun. <</if>>Maybe one day, $mc, we can see where our flirtations go. Stonebrook has proved profitable for these last two years, I will be around for a while. I’ll think on it, and perhaps I can entertain you some evening.” You nod. “If it soothes you at all, should you peruse my wares, I’ll give you – and only you – a fair discount. Consider it a thanks for playing this game with me and an apology for turning down your offer, at least for now.” “I appreciate the offer,” you say, perhaps a little disappointed that you’ve been turned down in the interim, but pleased that Nathan will consider it in the future. And that discount may come in handy before you depart again. [[You continue your bath.|3.64c2aa]]

“Apologies if that is what you were hoping for, but that is not the case. I’ve no interest in seducing you, I merely appreciate your company.” “Well, that is quite flattering in its own right, $mc. I do appreciate you thinking of me. I’d have thought you’d prefer Oswin’s company to mine. Zahn, I suppose I could understand if you’re still becoming acquainted.” You nod. <<if $Ostat is 'friend'>>“I do consider Oswin a friend, though I guess you could say that we are rebuilding to that point. He seemed to be keeping busy and I just wasn’t sure about asking him. I didn’t want to bother him and I wasn’t sure if it would be strange for him.”<<elseif $Ostat is 'crush'>>“No, no – I couldn’t possibly...I wouldn’t want to bother him or anything. It may just be strange between the two of us.”<<elseif $Ostat is 'distant'>>“We’ve grown apart and I’m not sure if there is going to be much we can do about that now. It didn’t feel right to ask him, and honestly I’m not sure if I’d want to.”<<elseif $Ostat is 'neutral'>>“Perhaps I could have invited Oswin. He seemed a bit busy anyway. I don’t have anything against him, I just preferred to ask you in the moment.”<</if>> <<if $Ostat is 'friend'>>“It is a good thing to build up a friendship such as that. You were close as children if I recall what I’ve heard. I suppose jumping right into, ‘join me for a bath,’ could feel a bit odd in your circumstance,” Nathan says in a thoughtful tone.<<elseif $Ostat is 'crush'>>“What is this I detect in your tone? Perchance do you harbor some feelings for the green-eyed grump?” Nathan asks, his own tone lilting playfully.<<elseif $Ostat is 'distant'>>“That seems a shame to me, but I do not know your history. You could reconnect, if you’d like, maybe not over a bath just yet I suppose,” Nathan says in a thoughtful tone.<<elseif $Ostat is 'neutral'>>“Hm, I see what you mean. He tends to keep busy, I’ve noticed. It looks a bit unnecessary to me, though,” Nathan says in a thoughtful tone.<</if>> <<if $Ostat is 'friend'>>“Precisely,” you agree. “He’s been better, but still a little awkward.”<<elseif $Ostat is 'crush'>>“That’s not important right now, or your business,” you gently chide.<<elseif $Ostat is 'distant'>>“Perhaps, but that is my business alone,” you state.<<elseif $Ostat is 'neutral'>>“It does to me as well, but I’m not sure if that’s really our business,” you state.<</if>> Nathan hums. “He seems troubled by something regardless. Perhaps you can draw that out of him if you were so inclined. My furry little companion must be rubbing off on me, I am quite curious as to what the thorn in his side is.” Though you have an idea that your predicament is that thorn, you keep it to yourself and simply nod in agreement. [[You continue your bath.|3.64c2aa]]

You smirk. “Not to be trite, but you’re a bit old for me, aren’t you?” Nathan scoffs in a loud voice filled with mock indignation. “How could you, $mc, striking a man where he is most vulnerable!<<if $greyokay is true>> Especially when you are sporting your own fair share of grey hairs.>><</if>>” You chuckle. “<<if $greyokay is true>>Oh no-no-no, I make the grey look //good// - youthful even. >><</if>>The grey and white in your hair and beard are louder than your robes, Nathanael.” “I’ll have you know that I take after my mother and am simply greying a bit early. It has nothing to do with my age. Other than that, I hardly look that much older than yourself.” Now it is your turn to scoff, as you did deeper into your joke. “Please, when was your nameday, hm? Say, 40 years or so ago?” A roar of laughter comes from Nathan. You turn to see him cupping a hand over his mouth and his eyes turned up in mirth. “//Forty//!? By grace, you pull no punches. My nameday was only…” He counts, tilting his head to the side in thought as if he’s calculating a trade discount. “Only 23 – no – 24 years ago!” You shake your head. “My you have aged poorly,” you say before cracking into a laugh. The merchant is trying to disguise his own laughter, but is failing. “You’ve spent too much time with your da.<<if $greyokay is false>> But I must say, I am proud of you for making such a jab. I've noticed that you do not care for the grey that has taken over own hair, but trust me when I say that you really are quite fetching with it. If joking with me about it will help you make peace, then I will happily oblige.<</if>>" <<if $greyokay is false>>"I suppose it is nice to be able to laugh about it with someone. Maybe one day I really will find some sort of peace with it...until then, I'd rather just keep teasing you." Nathan laughs. "Fine by me."<<else>>"I suppose that could be true, he tends to be quite the influence."<</if>> As the laughter fades, you decide to extend a bit of grace to the man. “Apologies if that is what you were hoping for, but that is not the case. I’ve no interest in seducing you, I merely appreciated your company and that you can take a joke.” “Well, that is quite flattering in its own right, $mc. I do appreciate you thinking of me. I’d have thought you’d prefer Oswin’s company to mine. Zahn, I suppose I could understand if you’re still becoming acquainted.” “For today, I suppose I’m stuck with you, old man,” you quip. Nathan huffs. “//Anyway//, Oswin seems troubled by something. Perhaps you can draw that out of him if you were so inclined. My furry little companion must be rubbing off on me, I am quite curious as to what the thorn in his side is.” Though you have an idea that your predicament is that thorn, you keep it to yourself and simply nod in agreement. [[You continue your bath.|3.64c2aa]]

You shrug. “Perhaps I am, perhaps I am not. Maybe I don’t even know the correct answer to that.” “Well, either way, I am still flattered, $mc. I appreciate you thinking of me. I’d have thought you’d prefer Oswin’s company to mine. Zahn, I suppose I could understand if you’re still becoming acquainted.” You nod. <<if $Ostat is 'friend'>>“I do consider Oswin a friend, though I guess you could say that we are rebuilding to that point. He seemed to be keeping busy and I just wasn’t sure about asking him. I didn’t want to bother him and I wasn’t sure if it would be strange for him.”<<elseif $Ostat is 'crush'>>“No, no – I couldn’t possibly...I wouldn’t want to bother him or anything. It may just be strange between the two of us.”<<elseif $Ostat is 'distant'>>“We’ve grown apart and I’m not sure if there is going to be much we can do about that now. It didn’t feel right to ask him, and honestly I’m not sure if I’d want to.”<<elseif $Ostat is 'neutral'>>“Perhaps I could have invited Oswin. He seemed a bit busy anyway. I don’t have anything against him, I just preferred to ask you in the moment.”<</if>> <<if $Ostat is 'friend'>>“It is a good thing to build up a friendship such as that. You were close as children if I recall what I’ve heard. I suppose jumping right into, ‘join me for a bath,’ could feel a bit odd in your circumstance,” Nathan says in a thoughtful tone.<<elseif $Ostat is 'crush'>>“What is this I detect in your tone? Perchance do you harbor some feelings for the green-eyed grump?” Nathan asks, his own tone lilting playfully.<<elseif $Ostat is 'distant'>>“That seems a shame to me, but I do not know your history. You could reconnect, if you’d like, maybe not over a bath just yet I suppose,” Nathan says in a thoughtful tone.<<elseif $Ostat is 'neutral'>>“Hm, I see what you mean. He tends to keep busy, I’ve noticed. It looks a bit unnecessary to me, though,” Nathan says in a thoughtful tone.<</if>> <<if $Ostat is 'friend'>>“Precisely,” you agree. “He’s been better, but still a little awkward.”<<elseif $Ostat is 'crush'>>“That’s not important right now, or your business,” you gently chide.<<elseif $Ostat is 'distant'>>“Perhaps, but that is my business alone,” you state.<<elseif $Ostat is 'neutral'>>“It does to me as well, but I’m not sure if that’s really our business,” you state.<</if>> Nathan hums. “He seems troubled by something regardless. Perhaps you can draw that out of him if you were so inclined. My furry little companion must be rubbing off on me, I am quite curious as to what the thorn in his side is.” Though you have an idea that your predicament is that thorn, you keep it to yourself and simply nod in agreement. [[You continue your bath.|3.64c2aa]]

You enjoy the rest of your time in the pool in peace. Nathan makes idle chatter with you, but otherwise says focused on his book. He makes you curious, though you feel at ease around him. You’re not quite sure what Oswin would have against him or why he’d distrust him so much. Is there something about the merchant that you don’t see? Or, is Oswin being paranoid? Despite touting that he doesn’t trust him, you have seen them talk casually in the years since Nathan came around. They do business together and you recall Oswin even being hired by him a time or two when bandits were on the road to Lale. You push these things from your mind. You have enough floating in your head as it is, and you are owed a quiet and relaxing bath. Nathan excuses himself before you finish up, and you are able to float around for a bit and bask in both water and sun. You dry yourself and re-dress, feeling refreshed and clean – any maybe a bit chilled. [[You continue your day.|3.63]]

Not too far from a bridge that spans the width of the stream, the shore curves. The stream is so swollen that it has created a large private pool to one side, secluded by the surrounding trees. It doesn’t appear very deep and the water is very clear, enough that you see small fish easily darting about. You can still hear the waterfall from the pool, but the surrounding foliage helps block much of the noise. You settle your things on a large flat rock next to the waterline and begin to undress. Thankfully the sun is high enough to warm you and the water, but it is still just a little cool. Spring is still waking, and it will be several days before it is comfortably warm. It feels wonderful to strip out of your old dirty clothes. <<if $clothing is 'comfortable'>>Your already very comfortable wardrobe was a boon as you were packing for the trip. With limited space, you could only take what was essential and would wear well on the road. You are so thankful that your normal clothes were sufficient, though you fear once this trip is over, you’ll have to replace all the items you packed.<<elseif $clothing is 'regular'>>Your regular wardrobe was a boon as you were packing for the trip. With limited space, you could only take what was essential and would wear well on the road. You are so thankful that your normal clothes were sufficient and durable enough, though you fear once this trip is over, you’ll have to replace some of the items you packed.<<elseif $clothing is 'business'>>Your already very functional wardrobe was a boon as you were packing for the trip. With limited space, you could only take what was essential and would wear well on the road. You are so thankful that your regular clothes were sufficient, though you fear once this trip is over, you’ll have to repair some of the items you packed.<<elseif $clothing is 'color'>>Your fathers and Oswin insisted that you take some of your most drab articles of clothing. You miss the vibrant colors of your wardrobe, but you suppose many of your items would be ruined by the time you are back home.<<elseif $clothing is 'revealing'>>Your fathers insisted that you at least pack some articles of clothing that would cover you more fully. You saw the benefit in it within just the first days, but your skin longs to breathe. At least you found comfortable items to wear, and your normal wardrobe is so light weight, that you were able to slip some of your favorite articles in as well.<</if>> You take a look at yourself before wading into the water. You are dirty, no doubt about it. At least you can’t smell yourself, though you’d rather not chance it. There’s dirt clinging to every crease in your skin. After taking some soothing breaths of fresh air, you brace yourself for the cold water and begin to wade in. A chill hits your feet and you stop for a moment to adjust. It actually isn’t as bad as you feared, and is close to the same temperature as the water from the well back home. You continue to walk in and let yourself adjust. The pool only hits at about your ribs. [[You settle in to enjoy your hard-earned bath.|3.64d2]]

Before you commence to scrubbing the dirt from the road off of you, you sink down to your neck and simply soak. The sun is coming through the trees enough to warm your face. You bask. You focus on the din of the waterfall, the song of birds, and the croaking of a few brave frogs around you. It feels a bit like home, at least it sounds like it. Your thoughts drift to your parents and how they are doing. You hope that Da’s leg is finally healing and that Papa is keeping up with planting and caring for the animals. Even if you wish it not so, you know that they are worrying for you as they always have. At the end of this road, you hope to find your answers. If you do, that means you and your fathers won’t have to worry so much at all, probably for the rest of your lives. You can finally put it all behind you. You think about your new companion, Zahn. A person you’d never meet unless you headed out on the road. You’ve met people from outside Stonebrook before, several times, but there is something about coming across a new person on your own that has a unique charm to it. $Zcapitalheshe is sweet and interesting and seems genuinely devoted to the god $Zheshe serves. It makes you a bit curious about their church and what it’s like. You think Papa would be interested in chatting with $Zhimher. <<if $journey is 'adventure'>>You did want some adventure out of this trek, and it appears you’ve already had some. It dawns on you that you’ll have a couple of interesting stories to tell already. That makes you smile. It makes you wonder what else may happen on the road. This stop feels so much like a restart to your trip, to undo the stress and anxiety of getting it started.<<elseif $journey is 'duty'>>At the beginning of this road, all you knew was that this trip needed to be done. Even if it has been difficult, even if you have struggled, it still needs to be done. You have everything to lose if you do not find a solution to your plight. This stop feels so much like a restart to your trip, to undo the stress and anxiety of getting it started.<<elseif $journey is 'nervous'>>The start of this journey only served to fuel your anxieties. It hasn’t been an entirely pleasant trip, either. You feel at ease in the clearing at least, but you know you will have to complete the next part of your mission soon, and you’re not sure how to feel about that just yet. This stop feels so much like a restart to your trip, to undo the stress and anxiety of getting it started.<<elseif $journey is 'relationships'>>At the start of your journey, your main thought was on the relationships this journey could provide you. You’ve spent more time with Oswin than you had in years prior, and he’s not been all bad at least. You sense that he’s working through some of his issues. You’ve already met a new person and even run into a known acquaintance by chance. This stop feels so much like a restart to your trip, to undo the stress and anxiety of getting it started.<</if>> You realize with a start that you’ve been sitting in your bath, lost in thought for a long while. You break from your introspection and grab your soap. As you scrub, the smell of $favsmell begins to waft around you. It soothes your mind and fills you with pleasant thoughts of home. Once you are clean and refreshed, you dry yourself thoroughly and re-dress. If possible, even the air feels lighter and cleaner around you. However long this little reprieve will last, you are determined to enjoy it. [[You continue your day.|3.63]]

<<if $hobbycomfort is 'shy'>>Generally, you’d prefer from privacy, and you’re certain the others will leave you alone if you want them to, but it’s probably better to stick close to camp.<<elseif $hobbycomfort is 'bold'>>It’s never really bothered you to share your hobby with others and sticking close to camp can’t hurt. If you desire an audience, you are certain that you can flag one down.<</if>> You take a look at your options for a location. The serenity that the flow of the spring brings lures you to its shore. There’s a spot with lush grass close to the water. You pile down, taking in the warming sun and babbling of the water against stones lining the water’s edge. It smells pleasantly fresh and almost makes you thirsty. After enjoying the scenery for a moment… <<nobr>> <<if hasVisited("3.62a")>>[[You think of a song.|3.65a1]]<</if>> <<if hasVisited("3.62b")>>[[You draw.|3.65a2]]<</if>> <<if hasVisited("3.62c")>>[[You knead your clay.|3.65a3]]<</if>> <<if hasVisited("3.62d")>>[[You put your pen to the pages.|3.65a4]]<</if>> <<if hasVisited("3.62e")>>[[You whittle.|3.65a5]]<</if>> <<if hasVisited("3.62f")>>[[You prepare your thread.|3.65a6]]<</if>> <</nobr>>

<<if $hobbycomfort is 'shy'>>Generally, you prefer privacy when you work on your hobby, and you’ll stay close enough to camp that it will be safe.<<elseif $hobbycomfort is 'bold'>>Generally, you usually don’t mind if your hobby entertains others, but right now you’re feeling the need for privacy. You’ll be close enough to camp that it will still be safe.<</if>> Your head towards the campfire area, bypassing it as you find a way through the trees. It doesn’t take long for you to find a small gap in the foliage with a large stone in the middle. It’s flat enough on top to make a decent seat for you. You hop up on it and settle in. After getting comfortable…. <<if hasVisited("3.62a")>>[[You think of a song.|3.65b1]]<</if>> <<if hasVisited("3.62b")>>[[You draw.|3.65b2]]<</if>> <<if hasVisited("3.62c")>>[[You knead your clay.|3.65b3]]<</if>> <<if hasVisited("3.62d")>>[[You put your pen to the pages.|3.65b4]]<</if>> <<if hasVisited("3.62e")>>[[You whittle.|3.65b5]]<</if>> <<if hasVisited("3.62f")>>[[You prepare your thread.|3.65b6]]<</if>>

<<nobr>> <html> <body> <span> <h1 style="font-size:40px;"><span style="color:red"> <div style="text-align: center;">The Lesser Gods</div></h1> </body> </html> <</nobr>> Despite the colloquial title, the lesser gods were not always lesser in power or following, they simply came from a different generation of gods, the first of which were children of or otherwise related to the first nine gods. The origins or parentage of most of this branch of the pantheon is unknown to written history. Through their creation, it became known that some element of godhood was hereditary and it is assumed it has something to do with how magic tends to follow a bloodline. This was the largest group of gods, the numbers they reached are unknown to history and a great many died during the war. A majority of the lesser gods were against Hayat and Casimir during the war, wanting to maintain leadership over humans. It is from this generation of gods that most demigods sprung and the one laden with a great deal of abuse of the power they held over humans. The list below is not exhaustive, but contains the most well-known of this branch of the pantheon. !Valko The god of the hunt and predators. This role was originally held by Valko with his six siblings; however, all his siblings died in the war – specifically murdered by the god, Ola. It is said that because Valko and his siblings sided with Casimir, that the war was won. Valko is a fierce warrior whose power is akin to Casimir's. He is a terrifying force on and off the battlefield. He has had many spouses over his long life, most of which have been human followers. !Ola The god of commerce, who still has many followers despite his reputation being very poor. Known as a very shrewd and cunning man, he established an economy and trade routes for humans. He is credited for connecting the most distant regions with each other. His widely-known cruelty to humans was a driving force in Hayat’s decision to put a stop to the influence of gods. He was brutally killed by Valko as revenge for his murdered family. Most stories about this say that Valko tortured and dismembered Ola with his bare hands. !Theresa The goddess of the harvest. Well-loved for her lively and bold spirit, she remains a favored goddess even today. She was opposed to the war, but took a stance against Hayat and Casimir. It is unknown if she ever participated in the effort to stop Hayat. She was Valko’s first wife and they had three children together, only one of which remains today, Sollemne. No one knows what became of her after the war. !Sollemne The goddess of celebration, also called Sol. Much like her mother, Sollemne remains highly regarded. She is still known to be fun-loving, bold, sometimes very drunk. She is one of few gods that people today know for sure roams Iroda as she does not bother to hide who or what she is. She was a powerful force in the war and fought side by side with Valko. It is rumored that she battled with her mother as well. It is known for sure that she often fights with Valko due to family disputes. !Dren The god of the herd and prey animals and counterpart to Valko. Not much is widely known about the kind of person Dren was other than being noted as clever and mischievous. Most of what is written about him today is that he was frequently a thorn in Valko’s side. His part in the war is unknown, and it is rumored that he also still wanders Iroda, often seen with Sollemne. !Erdem The god of knowledge. He was known for keeping to himself and being the husband of Dragomir and father of Din. He stayed completely neutral during the god wars, but it has been rumored that he was relieved when Hayat and Casimir won as he was eager to retire from his duties. !The Goddesses of Seasons Quadruplet sisters who inherited the catalysts of spring (Bahar), summer (Vera), autumn (Aki), and winter (Talvi). They are closely related to Theresa, but most texts do not directly address how. The war divided the once-close siblings as Bahar and Talvi took sides with Hayat, and Vera and Aki sided against. !The Deities of the Stars A group of found-family that are the only known deities to require others to form what is essentially a single, but very powerful, god. Their origins are unclear and rumors say that they were all rejected children from other gods as there was no magic within them individually. When they began to find each other, power between them suddenly grew and they formed deep emotional bonds. They took no sides in the war as they were unwilling to ever part from each other, though one of them was killed regardless. It is said that their grief was so profound over the loss of one of their own that they out-shined the sun and moon for five days. Not all their names are known and it is also unknown just how many they number. Those named in manuscripts are: Huang, Bituin, Najm, Argus, Stelara, Izar, Gerelt, Hoshi, Dara, and Asterius. <center><<link "Return to game" $return>><</link>></center> (Note: if “Return to Game” Link does not return you to your page, you may need to use the back arrow at the top of the menu to click all the way back through until you find your last page. If this does not work either, please submit a bug report.)

You mull over some of the songs you’ve picked up through the years. One has been floating in the back in your mind since you set out on this trip. You caught wind of it at the Stonebrook Tavern when your da had taken you there for a late dinner. A stranger was in town who had caught a lot of attention for getting a little drunk and crooning songs into the night. The night you listened, he sang a sad song that told a story, one that you still wonder was about him… You lift your voice. <<nobr>> <html> <body> <span> <i><div style="text-align: center;">"Once upon a time I traveled across the endless sea.<br> I walked away from all the gallows, despite the pain in me.<br> There I climbed the tallest mountain, as far as eyes could see.<br> Where I listened to the quiet, the winds they sang to me...<br> <br> I'm alone.<br> I'm alone. <br> I'm alone. <br> I'm alone...."<br> </div></i> </body> </html> <</nobr>> You jolt as you hear the crunch of footsteps behind you. [[You’re relieved to find that it’s only Shadow, the cat.|3.65a1a]] [[It’s Zahn coming to join you.|3.65a1b]] [[It’s Oswin coming to join you.|3.65a1c]]

You mull over some of the songs you’ve picked up through the years. One has been floating in the back in your mind since you set out on this trip. You caught wind of it at the Stonebrook Tavern when your da had taken you there for a late dinner. A stranger was in town who had caught a lot of attention for getting a little drunk and crooning songs into the night. The night you listened, he sang a sad song that told as story, one that you still wonder was about him… You lift your voice. <<nobr>> <html> <body> <span> <i><div style="text-align: center;">"Once upon a time I traveled across the endless sea.<br> I walked away from all the gallows, despite the pain in me.<br> There I climbed the tallest mountain, as far as eyes could see.<br> Where I listened to the quiet, the winds they sang to me...<br> <br> I'm alone.<br> I'm alone. <br> I'm alone. <br> I'm alone...."<br> </div></i> </body> </html> <</nobr>> You jolt as you hear the rustle of leaves behind you. [[You’re relieved to find that it’s only Shadow, the cat.|3.65b1a]] [[It’s Zahn coming to join you.|3.65b1b]] [[It’s Oswin coming to join you.|3.65b1c]]

You organize your various charcoals and chalks and start a fresh page in your journal. You have a couple drawings in progress already, but as you have no good surface (unless you lay on your stomach against the uncomfortable stone) to ensure they’ll remain neat, you settle for finding a new subject. There’s ample beauty around you. The trees arise around you, the wind bringing sound and movement to them. Birds and hares carry on searching for food and mates. Sunlight shines through the gap in the canopy, enveloping you in warmth and serenity. But what calls to you right at this moment? What makes your hand twitch for your chalk and coal? You jolt as you hear the rustle of leaves behind you. [[You’re relieved to find that it’s only Shadow, the cat.|3.65b2a]] [[It’s Zahn coming to join you.|3.65b2b]] [[It’s Oswin coming to join you.|3.65b2c]]

You don’t have much to work with, since bringing more clay would make traveling more difficult. You at least have a solid handful and a few tools to help you shape and carve into it your piece. You notice it’s a bit dry, so you sit closer to the stream and wet your clay to make it more agreeable to your plying. Now, with your conduit ready, what shall you make from it? There’s ample beauty around you. The trees arise around you, the wind bringing sound and movement to them. Birds and hares carry on searching for food and mates. Sunlight shines through the gap in the canopy, enveloping you in warmth and serenity. But what calls to you right at this moment? What makes your hand twitch to shape your art? You jolt as you hear the rustle of leaves behind you. [[You’re relieved to find that it’s only Shadow, the cat.|3.65b3a]] [[It’s Zahn coming to join you.|3.65b3b]] [[It’s Oswin coming to join you.|3.65b3c]]

For now, you think it would be best to work on a new tale. You consider cataloging your own journey, or finding some inspiration to come up with a new one inspired by what you’ve experienced. You tap your pen against your little jar of ink as you think and look around. There’s ample beauty around you. The trees arise about you, the wind bringing sound and movement to them. Birds and hares carry on searching for food and mates. Sunlight shines through the gap in the canopy, enveloping you in warmth and serenity. But what calls to you right at this moment? What makes your hand twitch to begin writing? You jolt as you hear the rustle of leaves behind you. [[You’re relieved to find that it’s only Shadow, the cat.|3.65b4a]] [[It’s Zahn coming to join you.|3.65b4b]] [[It’s Oswin coming to join you.|3.65b4c]]

You have block of wood that you’ve already worked on a bit. You’ve had nothing in mind for it really, but have chipped away the rough spots and jagged edges to give yourself a blank and smooth piece to work from. You sit close to the bank of the stream with it in hand and procure your knife from it’s holster. Turning the piece in your hand you try to think of what it could become. Right now, it sort of just looks like a potato. There’s ample beauty around you. The trees arise about you, the wind bringing sound and movement to them. Birds and hares carry on searching for food and mates. Sunlight shines through the gap in the canopy, enveloping you in warmth and serenity. But what calls to you right at this moment? What makes your hand twitch to begin scraping away at the wood? You jolt as you hear the rustle of leaves behind you. [[You’re relieved to find that it’s only Shadow, the cat.|3.65b5a]] [[It’s Zahn coming to join you.|3.65b5b]] [[It’s Oswin coming to join you.|3.65b5c]]

You have a piece of cloth with no specific use that you’ve been testing patterns for embroidery. Though it has become a hodgepodge of colors and patterns, it’s become quite beautiful in its own right. Da has requested it once you’re done so he can fashion some sort of pillow from it. It still needs a little something to make it special and add some character. You’d like to come up with a new sort of stitch or pattern while you’re at it. But what to do, and what colors to do it in? There’s ample beauty around you. The trees arise about you, the wind bringing sound and movement to them. Birds and hares carry on searching for food and mates. Sunlight shines through the gap in the canopy, enveloping you in warmth and serenity. But what calls to you right at this moment? What makes your hand twitch to begin working your needle? You jolt as you hear the crunch of footsteps behind you. [[You’re relieved to find that it’s only Shadow, the cat.|3.65b6a]] [[It’s Zahn coming to join you.|3.65b6b]] [[It’s Oswin coming to join you.|3.65b6c]]

You organize your various charcoals and chalks and start a fresh page in your journal. You have a couple drawings in progress already, but as you have no good surface to ensure they’ll remain neat, you settle for finding a new subject. There’s ample beauty around you. The water flows and babbles at you. Grass sways in a light breeze. The bridge across the stream is a bit rough-hewn but is quaint in its own way. There’s also the small waterfall just a ways upstream, and you can see it from where you sit. But what calls to you right at this moment? What makes your hand twitch for your chalk and coal? You jolt as you hear the crunch of footsteps behind you. [[You’re relieved to find that it’s only Shadow, the cat.|3.65a2a]] [[It’s Zahn coming to join you.|3.65a2b]] [[It’s Oswin coming to join you.|3.65a2c]]

You don’t have much to work with, since bringing more clay would make traveling more difficult. You at least have a solid handful and a few tools to help you shape and carve into it your piece. You notice it’s a bit dry, so you sit closer to the stream and wet your clay to make it more agreeable to your plying. Now, with your conduit ready, what shall you make from it? There’s ample beauty around to inspire you. The water flows and babbles at you. Grass sways in a light breeze. The bridge across the stream is a bit rough hewn but is quaint in its own way. There’s also the small waterfall just a ways upstream, and you can see it from where you sit. But what calls to you right at this moment? What makes your hand twitch to shape your art? You jolt as you hear the crunch of footsteps behind you. [[You’re relieved to find that it’s only Shadow, the cat.|3.65a3a]] [[It’s Zahn coming to join you.|3.65a3b]] [[It’s Oswin coming to join you.|3.65a3c]]

For now, you think it would be best to work on a new tale. You consider cataloging your own journey, or finding some inspiration to come up with a new one inspired by what you’ve experienced. You tap your pen against your little jar of ink as you think and look around. There’s ample beauty around to inspire you. The water flows and babbles at you. Grass sways in a light breeze. The bridge across the stream is a bit rough hewn but is quaint in its own way. There’s also the small waterfall just a ways upstream, and you can see it from where you sit. But what calls to you right at this moment? What makes your hand twitch to begin writing? You jolt as you hear the crunch of footsteps behind you. [[You’re relieved to find that it’s only Shadow, the cat.|3.65a4a]] [[It’s Zahn coming to join you.|3.65a4b]] [[It’s Oswin coming to join you.|3.65a4c]]

You have block of wood that you’ve already worked on a bit. You’ve had nothing in mind for it really, but have chipped away the rough spots and jagged edges to give yourself a blank and smooth piece to work from. You sit close to the bank of the stream with it in hand and procure your knife from it’s holster. Turning the piece in your hand you try to think of what it could become. Right now, it sort of just looks like a potato. There’s ample beauty around to inspire you. The water flows and babbles at you. Grass sways in a light breeze. The bridge across the stream is a bit rough hewn but is quaint in its own way. There’s also the small waterfall just a ways upstream, and you can see it from where you sit. But what calls to you right at this moment? What makes your hand twitch to begin scraping away at the wood? You jolt as you hear the crunch of footsteps behind you. [[You’re relieved to find that it’s only Shadow, the cat.|3.65a5a]] [[It’s Zahn coming to join you.|3.65a5b]] [[It’s Oswin coming to join you.|3.65a5c]]

You have a piece of cloth with no specific use that you’ve been testing patterns for embroidery. Though it has become a hodgepodge of colors and patterns, it’s become quite beautiful in its own right. Da has requested it once you’re done so he can fashion some sort of pillow from it. It still needs a little something to make it special and add some character. You’d like to come up with a new sort of stitch or pattern while you’re at it. But what to do, and what colors to do it in? There’s ample beauty around to inspire you. The water flows and babbles at you. Grass sways in a light breeze. The bridge across the stream is a bit rough hewn but is quaint in its own way. There’s also the small waterfall just a ways upstream, and you can see it from where you sit. But what calls to you right at this moment? What makes your hand twitch to begin working your needle? You jolt as you hear the crunch of footsteps behind you. [[You’re relieved to find that it’s only Shadow, the cat.|3.65a6a]] [[It’s Zahn coming to join you.|3.65a6b]] [[It’s Oswin coming to join you.|3.65a6c]]

Your heart settles a bit as the grey poof with sour expression saunters up to you, tail raised high. He trills at you, sounding happy despite his grumpy look. He rubs against your arm, which is sweet up until you feel his teeth slide against your skin, leaving a wet trail. You rub your arm against your clothing and gently pat him on the head. Shadow takes this as an invitation and invades your lap, curling into a tight ball after making several circles. While he purrs with contentment, you continue your song. <<nobr>> <html> <body> <span> <i><div style="text-align: center;">"Five years passed and still I traveled; I stumbled on a town.<br> I walked into the nearest tavern, so many looked around.<br> There I met a gold-haired lady who seemed so fair and spry.<br> Our eyes met and that bore sorrow, and so she began to cry.<br> I asked her what had been the matter, but she looked away.<br> As I turned to leave the tavern, I swear I heard her say...<br> <br> I'm alone.<br> I'm alone. <br> I'm alone. <br> I'm alone...."<br> </div></i> </body> </html> <</nobr>> You sing for a while until you voice tires, Shadow keeps you company, kneading against your legs and purring. [[You continue your day.|3.63]]

You receive a big toothy grin from Zahn, $Zhisher eyes light up as $Zheshe plops down next to you. “I’m sorry to interrupt you. Your voice pulled me in and I couldn’t help myself. You sing so pretty!<<if hasVisited("3.64b")>> I promise that I’m not being weird or following you just because we had a bath together. I just love music and you sound so amazing...<</if>>” You chuckle. “I’ve always enjoyed singing. <<if $hobbycomfort is 'shy'>>I...I usually just keep it to myself. I thought about going a little ways into the wood, but I thought I should stay in camp...<<elseif $hobbycomfort is 'bold'>>You're just in time, too, I was feeling lonesome without an audience.<</if>>" Zahn scoots closer. “Would I be able to join you? Would that be okay? I love to sing, but I don’t think I’m as good as you. I’d be fine to listen of course…” $Zcapitalheshe looks at you with big sad eyes, the blue shines vibrantly and you swear they start to water. “It’s fine. I’ll teach you my song. Well, it’s not mine, just one I heard at a tavern.” You teach Zahn the lyrics to the song. $Zcapitalheshe catches on quick. You sing the first verse again with Zahn accompanying you. You are delighted to find that $Zheshe has a beautiful voice. It’s bright – clear, shining with Zahn’s personality, and it flows harmoniously with yours. You bring in the second verse together, Zahn’s voice wavering slightly as $Zheshe fights of a pleased grin. <<nobr>> <html> <body> <span> <i><div style="text-align: center;">"Five years passed and still I traveled; I stumbled on a town.<br> I walked into the nearest tavern, so many looked around.<br> There I met a gold-haired lady who seemed so fair and spry.<br> Our eyes met and that bore sorrow, and so she began to cry.<br> I asked her what had been the matter, but she looked away.<br> As I turned to leave the tavern, I swear I heard her say...<br> <br> I'm alone.<br> I'm alone. <br> I'm alone. <br> I'm alone...."<br> </div></i> </body> </html> <</nobr>> Zahn stays close and sings with you until your voices tire. $Zcapitalheshe teaches you a couple songs $Zheshe knows as well. [[You continue your day.|3.63]]

Oswin nods at you and then rubs the back of his head like he’s unsure. You motion him over. “Sorry to bother you, $mc. I heard you...I enjoy hearing you sing. <<if $hobbycomfort is 'shy'>>I know you don’t usually like for people to listen in, but maybe you’d make an exception?<<elseif $hobbycomfort is 'bold'>>I’m afraid I pale in comparison to your usual audience, but would you mind if I listened a while?<</if>><<if hasVisited("3.64a")>> It’s okay to say no if you’re sick of me, I know we already...while you bathed...<</if>>” “Yes, that’s fine. I wondered if someone might be lured in. I thought for a moment about going just beyond the treeline instead-” “Oh, no...um, no; I think it’s best that you stay at camp. Where I- we can hear- //see// you.” Oswin’s face flits through about a dozen expressions before he calms it into something suspiciously neutral. “For safety.” You watch him a moment and then nod. “For safety.” Oswin slowly sits next to you and looks out over the stream, turning to give you a quick look and a shy smile. You take a deep breath and continue your song. <<nobr>> <html> <body> <span> <i><div style="text-align: center;">"Five years passed and still I traveled; I stumbled on a town.<br> I walked into the nearest tavern, so many looked around.<br> There I met a gold-haired lady who seemed so fair and spry.<br> Our eyes met and that bore sorrow, and so she began to cry.<br> I asked her what had been the matter, but she looked away.<br> As I turned to leave the tavern, I swear I heard her say...<br> <br> I'm alone.<br> I'm alone. <br> I'm alone. <br> I'm alone...."<br> </div></i> </body> </html> <</nobr>> Oswin keeps his gaze out over the water as you sing. It takes a while, but he finally relaxes, reclining back on his elbows with his eyes closed. [[You continue your day.|3.63]]

Your heart settles a bit as the grey poof with sour expression saunters up to you, tail raised high. He trills at you, sounding happy despite his grumpy look. He rubs against your arm, which is sweet up until you feel his teeth slide against your skin, leaving a wet trail. You rub your arm against your clothing and gently pat him on the head. He rubs your hand with affectionate ferocity, ending with a light nibble on the side of your hand. You admire him for a moment as he struts in front of you. Your hand twitches. Here is your subject. Shadow watches you as he slowly lowers himself to the small swatch of dry land before the water’s edge. Unceremoniously he plops the rest of the way and rolls to his back. He’s perfect. The fur-ball is even about the same color as your charcoal pencils. You begin to outline in your journal. He stays still for you as if he is posing. You must look odd to Shadow, being upside down and frantically sketching his outline lest he move suddenly. His front feet stay neatly folded to his chest and his back feet sploot off to the side. He’s clearly done this before. Shadow makes for a perfect drawing subject. After he tires of watch you, he closes his eyes and falls asleep on his back, and you’re able to draw him until your hand aches. [[You continue your day.|3.63]]

You receive a big toothy grin from Zahn, $Zhisher eyes light up as $Zheshe steps up to you. “I’m sorry to interrupt you. I noticed you had come over here with a book and was curious.<<if hasVisited("3.64b")>> I promise that I’m not being weird or following you just because we had a bath together.<</if>>” You chuckle. “It’s my sketchbook. I was planning on drawing. <<if $hobbycomfort is 'shy'>>I...I usually just keep it to myself. I thought about going a little ways into the wood, but I thought I should stay in camp...<<elseif $hobbycomfort is 'bold'>>You are just in time, too, I was feeling lonesome without an audience.<</if>>” Zahn scoots closer. “Would I be able to join you? Would that be okay? I’ll stay quiet, I don’t know how to draw, but I think it’s amazing. It’s amazing that you can do it, I’d love to see!” $Zcapitalheshe looks at you with big sad eyes, the blue shines vibrantly and you swear they start to water. Even if you want to, you can’t say no. “Fine, come sit. I could give you some paper-” “Oh no, you don’t want me to do that. Last time I drew anything, I was put on kitchen duty for a whole season.” “Do I want to know?” You tilt your head. “Yeah.” Zahn nods and grins wide. “I’ll tell you some other time." Shaking your head, you consider Zahn as $Zheshe sits across from you. $Zcapitalhisher blond waves are light and airy, fluttering in the breeze. When the sun hits them they glow almost gold. Zahn’s eyes are bright and clear, a deep blue you usually only see in water. Your hand twitches. Here is your subject. For a good while, you draw Zahn and $Zheshe watches you. Once $Zheshe realizes that $Zheshe is the subject of your work, Zahn gets noticeably bashful. $Zcapitalheshe moves around a lot, but you manage to get a great outline done before your hand tires too much to continue. A job well done. [[You continue your day.|3.63]]

Oswin nods at you and then rubs the back of his head like he’s unsure. You motion him over. “Sorry to bother you, $mc. I saw you head over with your sketchbook. <<if $hobbycomfort is 'shy'>>I know you don’t usually like for people to watch you, but maybe you’d make an exception?<<elseif $hobbycomfort is 'bold'>>I’m afraid I pale in comparison to your usual audience, but would you mind if I watched for a while?<</if>><<if hasVisited("3.64a")>> It’s okay to say no if you’re sick of me, I know we already...while you bathed...<</if>>” “Yes, that’s fine. I wondered if someone might be curious. I thought for a moment about going just beyond the treeline instead-” “Oh, no...um, no; I think it’s best that you stay at camp. Where I- we can watch- //see// you.” Oswin’s face flits through about a dozen expressions before he calms it into something suspiciously neutral. “For safety.” You watch him a moment and then nod. “For safety.” Oswin slowly sits on a spot just ahead of you, closer to the water. He doesn’t face you, and you think it might be to give your creative process a bit of privacy. You notice how strong his profile looks at this angle. The way he sits bring attention to the elegant slope of his back...and how strong his thighs are. The sharpness of his jawline calls to you, and when he turns his head to stare curiously back, his eyes are like green fire. Your hand twitches. This is your subject. For a long while, you sketch Oswin’s form. You embellish a bit, placing his sword in the drawing as well, but mostly just capture how beautiful he appears just relaxing next to a stream. He glances at you from time to time, but you don’t think he realizes that he’s the one being etched into your page. You work until your hand is too exhausted. A job well done. [[You continue your day.|3.63]]

Your heart settles a bit as the grey poof with sour expression saunters up to you, tail raised high. He trills at you, sounding happy despite his grumpy look. He rubs against your arm, which is sweet up until you feel his teeth slide against your skin, leaving a wet trail. You rub your arm against your clothing and gently pat him on the head. He rubs your hand with affectionate ferocity, ending with a light nibble on the side of your hand. You admire him for a moment as he struts in front of you. Your hand twitches. Here is your subject. Shadow watches you as he slowly lowers himself to the small swatch of dry land before the water’s edge. Unceremoniously he plops the rest of the way and rolls to his back. He’s perfect. The fur-ball is even about the same color as your plain grey clay. You begin to shape the lump into the form of the other lump in front of you. You must look odd to Shadow, being upside down while you roll fancy mud between your fingers to his likeness. His front feet stay neatly folded to his chest and his back feet sploot off to the side. He’s clearly done this before. You get your tools to begin shaping and pressing the details in. Shadow makes for a perfect sculpting subject. After he tires of watch you, he closes his eyes and falls asleep on his back, and you’re able to shape his image until your hand aches. [[You continue your day.|3.63]]

You receive a big toothy grin from Zahn, $Zhisher eyes light up as $Zheshe steps up to you. “I’m sorry to interrupt you. I noticed you had come over her with a rock and I got curious.<<if hasVisited("3.64b")>> I promise that I’m not being weird or following you just because we had a bath together.<</if>>” You chuckle. “It’s clay. I was planning on sculpting. <<if $hobbycomfort is 'shy'>>I...I usually just keep it to myself. I thought about going a little ways into the wood, but I thought I should stay in camp...<<elseif $hobbycomfort is 'bold'>>You’re just in time, too, I was feeling lonesome without an audience.<</if>>” Zahn scoots closer. “Would I be able to join you? Would that be okay? I’ll stay quiet, I don’t know how to sculpt, but I bet it’s amazing. It’s amazing that you can do it, I’d love to see!” $Zcapitalheshe looks at you with big sad eyes, the blue shines vibrantly and you swear they start to water. Even if you want to, you can’t say no. “Fine, come sit. I could give you some of my-” “Oh no, you don’t want me to do that. I can do a lot of things with my hands, but art or pottery isn’t one of them. Last time I tried...I got into some serious trouble.” “Do I want to know?” You tilt your head. “Yeah.” Zahn nods and grins wide. “I’ll tell you some other time." Shaking your head, you consider Zahn as $Zheshe sits across from you. $Zcapitalhisher blond waves are light and airy, fluttering in the breeze. When the sun hits them they glow almost gold. Zahn’s eyes are bright and clear, a deep blue you usually only see in water. Your hand twitches. Here is your subject. For a good while, you sculpt Zahn’s face and $Zheshe watches you. Once $Zheshe realizes that $Zheshe is the subject of your work, Zahn gets noticeably bashful. $Zcapitalheshe moves around a lot, but you manage to get a good bit of detail into the piece before your hand tires too much to continue. A job well done. [[You continue your day.|3.63]]

Oswin nods at you and then rubs the back of his head like he’s unsure. You motion him over. “Sorry to bother you, $mc. I saw you head over with your clay. <<if $hobbycomfort is 'shy'>>I know you don’t usually like for people to watch you, but maybe you’d make an exception?<<elseif $hobbycomfort is 'bold'>>I’m afraid I pale in comparison to your usual audience, but would you mind if I watched for a while?<</if>><<if hasVisited("3.64a")>> It’s okay to say no if you’re sick of me, I know we already...while you bathed...<</if>>” “Yes, that’s fine. I wondered if someone might be curious. I thought for a moment about going just beyond the treeline instead-” “Oh, no...um, no; I think it’s best that you stay at camp. Where I- we can watch- //see// you.” Oswin’s face flits through about a dozen expressions before he calms it into something suspiciously neutral. “For safety.” You watch him a moment and then nod. “For safety.” Oswin slowly sits on a spot just ahead of you, closer to the water. He doesn’t face you, and you think it might be to give your creative process a bit of privacy. You notice how strong his profile looks at this angle. The way he sits bring attention to the elegant slope of his back...and how strong his thighs are. The sharpness of his jawline calls to you, and when he turns his head to stare curiously back, his eyes are like green fire. Your hand twitches. This is your subject. For a long while, you sculpt Oswin’s form. You don’t worry about doing too much fine detail, relying on capturing how beautiful his shape is alone. He glances at you from time to time, but you don’t think he realizes that he’s the one being molded into your work. You work until your hands are too exhausted. A job well done. [[You continue your day.|3.63]]

Your heart settles a bit as the grey poof with sour expression saunters up to you, tail raised high. He trills at you, sounding happy despite his grumpy look. He rubs against your arm, which is sweet up until you feel his teeth slide against your skin, leaving a wet trail. You rub your arm against your clothing and gently pat him on the head. He rubs your hand with affectionate ferocity, ending with a light nibble on the side of your hand. You admire him for a moment as he struts in front of you. Your hand twitches. Here is your subject. The character to inspire a tale...or tail in this case. Shadow watches you as he slowly lowers himself to the small swatch of dry land before the water’s edge. Unceremoniously he plops the rest of the way and rolls to his back. He’s perfect. His grumpy expression and indifferent attitude bring a new character to life on your page. You must look odd to Shadow, being upside down while you frantically scrawl about a hero in his likeness in your book. His front feet stay neatly folded to his chest and his back feet sploot off to the side. He’s clearly done this before, remaining a still muse while you work. Shadow makes for an amusing caricature. After he tires of watching you come up with comical twists in a tale of adventure, he closes his eyes and falls asleep on his back, and you’re able to enjoy his presence until your hand aches. [[You continue your day.|3.63]]

You receive a big toothy grin from Zahn, $Zhisher eyes light up as $Zheshe steps up to you. “I’m sorry to interrupt you. I noticed you had come over here with a book and was curious.<<if hasVisited("3.64b")>> I promise that I’m not being weird or following you just because we had a bath together.<</if>>” You chuckle. “It’s my journal. I was planning on writing something. I do storytelling sometimes. <<if $hobbycomfort is 'shy'>>I...I usually just keep it to myself. I thought about going a little ways into the wood, but I thought I should stay in camp...<<elseif $hobbycomfort is 'bold'>>You are just in time, too, I was feeling lonesome without an audience.<</if>>” Zahn scoots closer. “Would I be able to join you? Would that be okay? I’ll stay quiet, I don’t know how to write – well how to make a story – but I think it’s amazing. It’s amazing that you can do it, I’d love to see!” $Zcapitalheshe looks at you with big sad eyes, the blue shines vibrantly and you swear they start to water. Even if you want to, you can’t say no. “Fine, come sit. I could give you some paper-” “Oh no, you don’t want me to do that. Last time I tried to write anything like that, I was put on kitchen duty for a whole season.” “Do I want to know?” You tilt your head. “Yeah.” Zahn nods and grins wide. “I’ll tell you some other time." Shaking your head, you consider Zahn as $Zheshe sits across from you. $Zcapitalhisher blond waves are light and airy, fluttering in the breeze. When the sun hits them they glow almost gold. Zahn’s eyes are bright and clear, a deep blue you usually only see in water. Your hand twitches. Here is your subject, your new hero. For a good while, you think up a character based on Zahn and $Zheshe watches you, catching only bits of what you write. Once $Zheshe realizes that $Zheshe is the subject of your work, Zahn gets noticeably bashful. $Zcapitalheshe moves around a lot, trying to peek at your writing while you artfully lean away, before your hand tires too much to continue. A job well done. [[You continue your day.|3.63]]

Oswin nods at you and then rubs the back of his head like he’s unsure. You motion him over. “Sorry to bother you, $mc. I saw you head over with your journal. <<if $hobbycomfort is 'shy'>>I know you don’t usually like for people to watch you, but maybe you’d make an exception?<<elseif $hobbycomfort is 'bold'>>I’m afraid I pale in comparison to your usual audience, but would you mind if I watched for a while?<</if>><<if hasVisited("3.64a")>> It’s okay to say no if you’re sick of me, I know we already...while you bathed...<</if>>” “Yes, that’s fine. I wondered if someone might be curious. I thought for a moment about going just beyond the treeline instead-” “Oh, no...um, no; I think it’s best that you stay at camp. Where I- we can watch- //see// you.” Oswin’s face flits through about a dozen expressions before he calms it into something suspiciously neutral. “For safety.” You watch him a moment and then nod. “For safety.” Oswin slowly sits on a spot just ahead of you, closer to the water. He doesn’t face you, and you think it might be to give your creative process a bit of privacy. You notice how strong his profile looks at this angle. The way he sits bring attention to the elegant slope of his back...and how strong his thighs are. The sharpness of his jawline calls to you, and when he turns his head to stare curiously back, his eyes are like green fire. Your hand twitches. This is your subject, the new hero you need for your pages. For a long while, you write up a character based steeped in Oswin’s likeness. You embellish a bit, but mostly just capture how beautiful he appears and how great his acts of fictional heroism are. He glances at you from time to time, but you don’t think he realizes that he’s the one being written into your page. You work until your hand is too exhausted to continue. A job well done. [[You continue your day.|3.63]]

Your heart settles a bit as the grey poof with sour expression saunters up to you, tail raised high. He trills at you, sounding happy despite his grumpy look. He rubs against your arm, which is sweet up until you feel his teeth slide against your skin, leaving a wet trail. You rub your arm against your clothing and gently pat him on the head. He rubs your hand with affectionate ferocity, ending with a light nibble on the side of your hand. You admire him for a moment as he struts in front of you. Your hand twitches. Here is your subject. Shadow watches you as he slowly lowers himself to the small swatch of dry land before the water’s edge. Unceremoniously he plops the rest of the way and rolls to his back. He’s perfect and potato-adjacent. Your work is half done already. You begin to shape the lump into the form of the other lump in front of you. You must look odd to Shadow, being upside down while you chip away at a block of wood with a small knife. His front feet stay neatly folded to his chest and his back feet sploot off to the side. He’s clearly done this before. You easily carve his details in, managing to even get a good semblance of fur into the wood. Shadow makes for a perfect whittling subject. After he tires of watch you, he closes his eyes and falls asleep on his back, and you’re able to shape his image until your hand aches. [[You continue your day.|3.63]]

You receive a big toothy grin from Zahn, $Zhisher eyes light up as $Zheshe steps up to you. “I’m sorry to interrupt you. I noticed you had come over here with a potato and I got curious, and hungry.<<if hasVisited("3.64b")>> I promise that I’m not being weird or following you just because we had a bath together.<</if>>” You chuckle. “It’s wood, so I don’t recommend having a bite. I was planning on whittling something. <<if $hobbycomfort is 'shy'>>I...I usually just keep it to myself. I thought about going a little ways into the wood, but I thought I should stay in camp...<<elseif $hobbycomfort is 'bold'>>You’re just in time, too, I was feeling lonesome without an audience.<</if>>” Zahn scoots closer. “Would I be able to join you? Would that be okay? I’ll stay quiet, I don’t know how to whittle, but I bet it’s amazing. It’s amazing that you can do it, I’d love to see!” $Zcapitalheshe looks at you with big sad eyes, the blue shines vibrantly and you swear they start to water. Even if you want to, you can’t say no. “Fine, come sit. I could prepare you a-” “Oh no, you don’t want me to do that. I can do a lot of things with my hands, but whittling isn’t one of them. I tried once...got into some trouble.” “Do I want to know?” You tilt your head. “Yeah.” Zahn nods and grins wide. “I’ll tell you some other time." Shaking your head, you consider Zahn as $Zheshe sits across from you. $Zcapitalhisher blond waves are light and airy, fluttering in the breeze. When the sun hits them they glow almost gold. Zahn’s eyes are bright and clear, a deep blue you usually only see in water. Your hand twitches. Here is your subject. For a good while, you carve Zahn’s face and $Zheshe watches you. Once $Zheshe realizes that $Zheshe is the subject of your work, Zahn gets noticeably bashful. $Zcapitalheshe moves around a lot, but you manage to get a good bit of detail into the piece before your hand tires too much to continue. A job well done. [[You continue your day.|3.63]]

Oswin nods at you and then rubs the back of his head like he’s unsure. You motion him over. “Sorry to bother you, $mc. I saw you head over to whittle. At first, I thought you were eating a potato... <<if $hobbycomfort is 'shy'>>I know you don’t usually like for people to watch you, but maybe you’d make an exception?<<elseif $hobbycomfort is 'bold'>>I’m afraid I pale in comparison to your usual audience, but would you mind if I watched for a while?<</if>><<if hasVisited("3.64a")>> It’s okay to say no if you’re sick of me, I know we already...while you bathed...<</if>>” “Yes, that’s fine. I wondered if someone might be curious. I thought for a moment about going just beyond the treeline instead-” “Oh, no...um, no; I think it’s best that you stay at camp. Where I- we can watch- //see// you.” Oswin’s face flits through about a dozen expressions before he calms it into something suspiciously neutral. “For safety.” You watch him a moment and then nod. “For safety.” Oswin slowly sits on a spot just ahead of you, closer to the water. He doesn’t face you, and you think it might be to give your creative process a bit of privacy. You notice how strong his profile looks at this angle. The way he sits bring attention to the elegant slope of his back...and how strong his thighs are. The sharpness of his jawline calls to you, and when he turns his head to stare curiously back, his eyes are like green fire. Your hand twitches. This is your subject. For a long while, you carve Oswin’s form. You don’t worry about doing too much fine detail, relying on capturing how beautiful his shape is alone. He glances at you from time to time, but you don’t think he realizes that he’s the one being molded into your work. You work until your hands are too exhausted. A job well done. [[You continue your day.|3.63]]

Your heart settles a bit as the grey poof with sour expression saunters up to you, tail raised high. He trills at you, sounding happy despite his grumpy look. He rubs against your arm, which is sweet up until you feel his teeth slide against your skin, leaving a wet trail. You rub your arm against your clothing and gently pat him on the head. He rubs your hand with affectionate ferocity, ending with a light nibble on the side of your hand. You admire him for a moment as he struts in front of you. Your hand twitches. Here is your inspiration. You recall a crochet stitch favored by some of the townspeople for blankets – the cat stitch. You look at your threads and find a grey and a green, perfect for some Shadow-inspired embroidery. Shadow watches you as he slowly lowers himself to the small swatch of dry land before the water’s edge. Unceremoniously he plops the rest of the way and rolls to his back. The fur-ball is even about the same color as the threads you’ve chosen. You fiddle around with a few designs until you find one you like. He stays still for you as if he is posing, watching intently. You must look odd to Shadow, being upside down while you sew. His front feet stay neatly folded to his chest and his back feet sploot off to the side. He’s clearly a professional muse. Shadow makes for a perfect needlework companion, for a while at least. After becoming bored, your threads become too tempting, and then you begin playing keep-away while trying to finish your piece. You stitch and play with him until your hand aches. [[You continue your day.|3.63]]

You receive a big toothy grin from Zahn, $Zhisher eyes light up as $Zheshe steps up to you. “I’m sorry to interrupt you. I noticed you had come over here with a bundle of cloth and I got curious.<<if hasVisited("3.64b")>> I promise that I’m not being weird or following you just because we had a bath together.<</if>>” You chuckle. “It’s just some embroidery supplies. I was planning on finishing a project I’ve been working on. <<if $hobbycomfort is 'shy'>>I...I usually just keep it to myself. I thought about going a little ways into the wood, but I thought I should stay in camp...<<elseif $hobbycomfort is 'bold'>>You’re just in time, too, I was feeling lonesome without an audience.<</if>>” Zahn scoots closer. “Would I be able to join you? Would that be okay? I’ll stay quiet, I don’t know how to sew, but I bet it’s amazing. It’s amazing that you can do it, I’d love to see!” $Zcapitalheshe looks at you with big sad eyes, the blue shines vibrantly and you swear they start to water. Even if you want to, you can’t say no. “Fine, come sit. I could prepare you a-” “Oh no, you don’t want me to do that. I can do a lot of things with my hands, but needlepoint isn’t one of them. I tried once...got into some trouble.” “Do I want to know?” You tilt your head. “Yeah.” Zahn nods and grins wide. “I’ll tell you some other time." Shaking your head, you consider Zahn as $Zheshe sits across from you. $Zcapitalhisher blond waves are light and airy, fluttering in the breeze. When the sun hits them they glow almost gold. Zahn’s eyes are bright and clear, a deep blue you usually only see in water. Your hand twitches. Here is your inspiration. For a good while, you use blue and gold thread to stitch a whimsical pattern into the cloth. Once Zahn realizes that $Zheshe is likely the subject of your work, $Zheshe gets noticeably bashful. $Zcapitalheshe moves around a lot to watch you closer, but you manage to get a good bit of detail into the piece before your hand tires too much to continue. A job well done. [[You continue your day.|3.63]]

Oswin nods at you and then rubs the back of his head like he’s unsure. You motion him over. “Sorry to bother you, $mc. I saw you head over to sew... <<if $hobbycomfort is 'shy'>>I know you don’t usually like for people to watch you, but maybe you’d make an exception?<<elseif $hobbycomfort is 'bold'>>I’m afraid I pale in comparison to your usual audience, but would you mind if I watched for a while?<</if>><<if hasVisited("3.64a")>> It’s okay to say no if you’re sick of me, I know we already...while you bathed...<</if>>” “Yes, that’s fine. I wondered if someone might be curious. I thought for a moment about going just beyond the treeline instead-” “Oh, no...um, no; I think it’s best that you stay at camp. Where I- we can watch- //see// you.” Oswin’s face flits through about a dozen expressions before he calms it into something suspiciously neutral. “For safety.” You watch him a moment and then nod. “For safety.” Oswin slowly sits on a spot just ahead of you, closer to the water. He doesn’t face you, and you think it might be to give your creative process a bit of privacy. You notice how strong his profile looks at this angle. The way he sits bring attention to the elegant slope of his back...and how strong his thighs are. The sharpness of his jawline calls to you, and when he turns his head to stare curiously back, his eyes are like green fire and his black hair is tousled by the wind. Your hand twitches. This is your inspiration. For a good while, you use green and black thread to stitch a bold pattern into the cloth. He glances at you from time to time, but you don’t think he realizes that he’s the one being woven into your piece. You work until your hands are too exhausted. A job well done. [[You continue your day.|3.63]]

Your heart settles a bit as the grey poof with sour expression saunters up to you, hopping onto the stone perch with ease, tail raised high. He trills at you, sounding happy despite his grumpy look. He rubs against your arm, which is sweet up until you feel his teeth slide against your skin, leaving a wet trail. You rub your arm against your clothing and gently pat him on the head. Shadow takes this as an invitation and invades your lap, curling into a tight ball after making several circles. While he purrs with contentment, you continue your song. <<nobr>> <html> <body> <span> <i><div style="text-align: center;">"Five years passed and still I traveled; I stumbled on a town.<br> I walked into the nearest tavern, so many looked around.<br> There I met a gold-haired lady who seemed so fair and spry.<br> Our eyes met and that bore sorrow, and so she began to cry.<br> I asked her what had been the matter, but she looked away.<br> As I turned to leave the tavern, I swear I heard her say...<br> <br> I'm alone.<br> I'm alone. <br> I'm alone. <br> I'm alone...."<br> </div></i> </body> </html> <</nobr>> You sing for a while until you voice tires, Shadow keeps you company, kneading against your legs and purring. [[You continue your day.|3.63]]

You receive a big toothy grin from Zahn, $Zhisher eyes light up as $Zheshe skitters up on the stone to sit next to you. “I’m sorry to interrupt you. Your voice pulled me in and I couldn’t help myself. You sing so pretty!<<if hasVisited("3.64b")>> I promise that I’m not being weird or following you just because we had a bath together. I just love music and you sound so amazing.<</if>>” You chuckle. “I’ve always enjoyed singing. <<if $hobbycomfort is 'shy'>>I...I usually just keep it to myself. I thought about staying in camp, I just felt odd about it.<<elseif $hobbycomfort is 'bold'>>You're just in time, too, I was feeling lonesome without an audience.<</if>>" Zahn scoots closer. “Would I be able to join you? Would that be okay? I love to sing, but I don’t think I’m as good as you. I’d be fine to listen of course…” $Zcapitalheshe looks at you with big sad eyes, the blue shines vibrantly and you swear they start to water. “It’s fine. I’ll teach you my song. Well, it’s not mine, just one I heard at a tavern.” You teaching Zahn the lyrics to the song. $Zcapitalheshe catches on quick. You sing the first verse again with Zahn accompanying you. You are delighted to find that $Zheshe has a beautiful voice. It’s bright – clear, shining with Zahn’s personality, and it flows harmoniously with yours. You bring in the second verse together, Zahn’s voice wavering slightly as $Zheshe fights of a pleased grin. <<nobr>> <html> <body> <span> <i><div style="text-align: center;">"Five years passed and still I traveled; I stumbled on a town.<br> I walked into the nearest tavern, so many looked around.<br> There I met a gold-haired lady who seemed so fair and spry.<br> Our eyes met and that bore sorrow, and so she began to cry.<br> I asked her what had been the matter, but she looked away.<br> As I turned to leave the tavern, I swear I heard her say...<br> <br> I'm alone.<br> I'm alone. <br> I'm alone. <br> I'm alone...."<br> </div></i> </body> </html> <</nobr>> Zahn stays close and sings with you until your voices tire. $Zcapitalheshe teaches you a couple songs $Zheshe knows as well. [[You continue your day.|3.63]]

Oswin nods at you and then rubs the back of his head like he’s unsure. You motion him over. “Sorry to bother you, $mc. I heard you...I enjoy hearing you sing. <<if $hobbycomfort is 'shy'>>I know you don’t usually like for people to listen in, but maybe you’d make an exception?<<elseif $hobbycomfort is 'bold'>>I’m afraid I pale in comparison to your usual audience, but would you mind if I listened a while?<</if>><<if hasVisited("3.64a")>> It’s okay to say no if you’re sick of me, I know we already...while you bathed...<</if>>” “Yes, that’s fine. I wondered if someone would hear me from here. I thought for a moment about staying at camp, but-” “It’s okay. Well, I do prefer that you stay in camp, but this isn’t far. It’s just better for you to stay where I- we can hear- //see// you.” Oswin’s face flits through about a dozen expressions before he calms it into something suspiciously neutral. “For safety.” You watch him a moment and then nod. “For safety.” Oswin slowly lifts himself onto the stone a bit in front of you, turning to give you a quick look and a shy smile. You take a deep breath and continue your song. <<nobr>> <html> <body> <span> <i><div style="text-align: center;">"Five years passed and still I traveled; I stumbled on a town.<br> I walked into the nearest tavern, so many looked around.<br> There I met a gold-haired lady who seemed so fair and spry.<br> Our eyes met and that bore sorrow, and so she began to cry.<br> I asked her what had been the matter, but she looked away.<br> As I turned to leave the tavern, I swear I heard her say...<br> <br> I'm alone.<br> I'm alone. <br> I'm alone. <br> I'm alone...."<br> </div></i> </body> </html> <</nobr>> Oswin keeps his gaze out over the forest as you sing. It takes a while, but he finally relaxes, reclining back on his elbows with his eyes closed. [[You continue your day.|3.63]]

Your heart settles a bit as the grey poof with sour expression saunters up to you, hopping onto the stone perch with ease, tail raised high. He trills at you, sounding happy despite his grumpy look. He rubs against your arm, which is sweet up until you feel his teeth slide against your skin, leaving a wet trail. You rub your arm against your clothing and gently pat him on the head. He rubs your hand with affectionate ferocity, ending with a light nibble on the side of your hand. You admire him for a moment as he struts in front of you. Your hand twitches. Here is your subject. Shadow watches you as he slowly lowers himself to the small dip in the stone just large enough for his body. Unceremoniously he plops the rest of the way and rolls to his back. He’s perfect. The fur-ball is even about the same color as your charcoal pencils. You begin to outline in your journal. He stays still for you as if he is posing. You must look odd to Shadow, being upside down and frantically sketching his outline lest he move suddenly. His front feet stay neatly folded to his chest and his back feet sploot off to the side. He’s clearly done this before. Shadow makes for a perfect drawing subject. After he tires of watch you, he closes his eyes and falls asleep on his back, and you’re able to draw him until your hand aches. [[You continue your day.|3.63]]

You receive a big toothy grin from Zahn, $Zhisher eyes light up as $Zheshe skitters up on the stone to sit next to you. “I’m sorry to interrupt you. I noticed you had come in here with a book and was curious.<<if hasVisited("3.64b")>> I promise that I’m not being weird or following you just because we had a bath together.<</if>>” You chuckle. “It’s my sketchbook. I was planning on drawing. <<if $hobbycomfort is 'shy'>>I...I usually just keep it to myself. I thought about staying in camp, but it didn’t feel right.<<elseif $hobbycomfort is 'bold'>>You are just in time, too, I was feeling lonesome without an audience.<</if>>” Zahn scoots closer. “Would I be able to join you? Would that be okay? I’ll stay quiet, I don’t know how to draw, but I think it’s amazing. It’s amazing that you can do it, I’d love to see!” $Zcapitalheshe looks at you with big sad eyes, the blue shines vibrantly and you swear they start to water. Even if you want to, you can’t say no. “Fine, come closer. I could give you some paper-” “Oh no, you don’t want me to do that. Last time I drew anything, I was put on kitchen duty for a whole season.” “Do I want to know?” You tilt your head. “Yeah.” Zahn nods and grins wide. “I’ll tell you some other time." Shaking your head, you consider Zahn as $Zheshe scoots across from you. $Zcapitalhisher blond waves are light and airy, fluttering in the breeze. When the sun hits them they glow almost gold. Zahn’s eyes are bright and clear, a deep blue you usually only see in water. Your hand twitches. Here is your subject. For a good while, you draw Zahn and $Zheshe watches you. Once $Zheshe realizes that $Zheshe is the subject of your work, Zahn gets noticeably bashful. $Zcapitalheshe moves around a lot, but you manage to get a great outline done before your hand tires too much to continue. A job well done. [[You continue your day.|3.63]]

Oswin nods at you and then rubs the back of his head like he’s unsure. You motion him over. “Sorry to bother you, $mc. I saw you head over with your sketchbook. <<if $hobbycomfort is 'shy'>>I know you don’t usually like for people to watch you, but maybe you’d make an exception?<<elseif $hobbycomfort is 'bold'>>I’m afraid I pale in comparison to your usual audience, but would you mind if I watched for a while?<</if>><<if hasVisited("3.64a")>> It’s okay to say no if you’re sick of me, I know we already...while you bathed...<</if>>” “Yes, that’s fine. I wondered if someone would spot me coming in here. I thought for a moment about staying at camp, but-” “It’s okay. Well, I do prefer that you stay in camp, but this isn’t far. It’s just better for you to stay where I- we can watch- //see// you.” Oswin’s face flits through about a dozen expressions before he calms it into something suspiciously neutral. “For safety.” You watch him a moment and then nod. “For safety.” Oswin slowly lifts himself onto the stone a bit in front of you, turning to give you a quick look and a shy smile. He doesn’t face you, and you think it might be to give your creative process a bit of privacy. You notice how strong his profile looks at this angle. The way he sits bring attention to the elegant slope of his back...and how strong his thighs are. The sharpness of his jawline calls to you, and when he turns his head to stare curiously back, his eyes are like green fire. Your hand twitches. This is your subject. For a long while, you sketch Oswin’s form. You embellish a bit, placing his sword in the drawing as well, but mostly just capture how beautiful he appears just relaxing atop a stone in the sunshine. He glances at you from time to time, but you don’t think he realizes that he’s the one being etched into your page. You work until your hand is too exhausted. A job well done. [[You continue your day.|3.63]]

Your heart settles a bit as the grey poof with sour expression saunters up to you, hopping onto the stone perch with ease, tail raised high. He trills at you, sounding happy despite his grumpy look. He rubs against your arm, which is sweet up until you feel his teeth slide against your skin, leaving a wet trail. You rub your arm against your clothing and gently pat him on the head. He rubs your hand with affectionate ferocity, ending with a light nibble on the side of your hand. You admire him for a moment as he struts in front of you. Your hand twitches. Here is your subject. Shadow watches you as he slowly lowers himself to the small dip in the stone just large enough for his body. Unceremoniously he plops the rest of the way and rolls to his back. He’s perfect. The fur-ball is even about the same color as your plain grey clay. You begin to shape the lump into the form of the other lump in front of you. You must look odd to Shadow, being upside down while you roll fancy mud between your fingers to his likeness. His front feet stay neatly folded to his chest and his back feet sploot off to the side. He’s clearly done this before. You get your tools to begin shaping and pressing the details in. Shadow makes for a perfect sculpting subject. After he tires of watch you, he closes his eyes and falls asleep on his back, and you’re able to shape his image until your hand aches. [[You continue your day.|3.63]]

You receive a big toothy grin from Zahn, $Zhisher eyes light up as $Zheshe skitters up on the stone to sit next to you. “I’m sorry to interrupt you. I noticed you had come over her with a rock and I got curious.<<if hasVisited("3.64b")>> I promise that I’m not being weird or following you just because we had a bath together.<</if>>” You chuckle. “It’s clay. I was planning on sculpting. <<if $hobbycomfort is 'shy'>>I...I usually just keep it to myself. I thought about staying in camp, but it didn’t feel right.<<elseif $hobbycomfort is 'bold'>>You are just in time, too, I was feeling lonesome without an audience.<</if>>” Zahn scoots closer. “Would I be able to join you? Would that be okay? I’ll stay quiet, I don’t know how to sculpt, but I bet it’s amazing. It’s amazing that you can do it, I’d love to see!” $Zcapitalheshe looks at you with big sad eyes, the blue shines vibrantly and you swear they start to water. Even if you want to, you can’t say no. “Fine, come closer. I could give you some of my-” “Oh no, you don’t want me to do that. I can do a lot of things with my hands, but art or pottery isn’t one of them. Last time I tried...I got into some serious trouble.” “Do I want to know?” You tilt your head. “Yeah.” Zahn nods and grins wide. “I’ll tell you some other time." Shaking your head, you consider Zahn as $Zheshe sits across from you. $Zcapitalhisher blond waves are light and airy, fluttering in the breeze. When the sun hits them they glow almost gold. Zahn’s eyes are bright and clear, a deep blue you usually only see in water. Your hand twitches. Here is your subject. For a good while, you sculpt Zahn’s face and $Zheshe watches you. Once $Zheshe realizes that $Zheshe is the subject of your work, Zahn gets noticeably bashful. $Zcapitalheshe moves around a lot, but you manage to get a good bit of detail into the piece before your hand tires too much to continue. A job well done. [[You continue your day.|3.63]]

Oswin nods at you and then rubs the back of his head like he’s unsure. You motion him over. “Sorry to bother you, $mc. I saw you head over with your clay. <<if $hobbycomfort is 'shy'>>I know you don’t usually like for people to watch you, but maybe you’d make an exception?<<elseif $hobbycomfort is 'bold'>>I’m afraid I pale in comparison to your usual audience, but would you mind if I watched for a while?<</if>><<if hasVisited("3.64a")>> It’s okay to say no if you’re sick of me, I know we already...while you bathed...<</if>>” “Yes, that’s fine. I wondered if someone would spot me coming in here. I thought for a moment about staying at camp, but-” “It’s okay. Well, I do prefer that you stay in camp, but this isn’t far. It’s just better for you to stay where I- we can watch- //see// you.” Oswin’s face flits through about a dozen expressions before he calms it into something suspiciously neutral. “For safety.” You watch him a moment and then nod. “For safety.” Oswin slowly lifts himself onto the stone a bit in front of you, turning to give you a quick look and a shy smile. He doesn’t face you, and you think it might be to give your creative process a bit of privacy. You notice how strong his profile looks at this angle. The way he sits bring attention to the elegant slope of his back...and how strong his thighs are. The sharpness of his jawline calls to you, and when he turns his head to stare curiously back, his eyes are like green fire. Your hand twitches. This is your subject. For a long while, you sculpt Oswin’s form. You don’t worry about doing too much fine detail, relying on capturing how beautiful his shape is alone. He glances at you from time to time, but you don’t think he realizes that he’s the one being molded into your work. You work until your hands are too exhausted. A job well done. [[You continue your day.|3.63]]

Your heart settles a bit as the grey poof with sour expression saunters up to you, hopping onto the stone perch with ease, tail raised high. He trills at you, sounding happy despite his grumpy look. He rubs against your arm, which is sweet up until you feel his teeth slide against your skin, leaving a wet trail. You rub your arm against your clothing and gently pat him on the head. He rubs your hand with affectionate ferocity, ending with a light nibble on the side of your hand. You admire him for a moment as he struts in front of you. Your hand twitches. Here is your subject. The character to inspire a tale...or tail in this case. Shadow watches you as he slowly lowers himself to the small dip in the stone just large enough for his body. Unceremoniously he plops the rest of the way and rolls to his back. He’s perfect. His grumpy expression and indifferent attitude bring a new character to life on your page. You must look odd to Shadow, being upside down while you frantically scrawl about a hero in his likeness in your book. His front feet stay neatly folded to his chest and his back feet sploot off to the side. He’s clearly done this before, remaining a still muse while you work. Shadow makes for an amusing caricature. After he tires of watching you come up with comical twists in a tale of adventure, he closes his eyes and falls asleep on his back, and you’re able to enjoy his presence until your hand aches. [[You continue your day.|3.63]]

You receive a big toothy grin from Zahn, $Zhisher eyes light up as $Zheshe skitters up on the stone to sit next to you. “I’m sorry to interrupt you. I noticed you had come over here with a book and was curious.<<if hasVisited("3.64b")>> I promise that I’m not being weird or following you just because we had a bath together.<</if>>” You chuckle. “It’s my journal. I was planning on writing something. I do storytelling sometimes. <<if $hobbycomfort is 'shy'>>I...I usually just keep it to myself. I thought about staying in camp, but it didn’t feel right.<<elseif $hobbycomfort is 'bold'>>You are just in time, too, I was feeling lonesome without an audience.<</if>>” Zahn scoots closer. “Would I be able to join you? Would that be okay? I’ll stay quiet, I don’t know how to write – well how to make a story – but I think it’s amazing. It’s amazing that you can do it, I’d love to see!” $Zcapitalheshe looks at you with big sad eyes, the blue shines vibrantly and you swear they start to water. Even if you want to, you can’t say no. “Fine, come closer. I could give you some paper-” “Oh no, you don’t want me to do that. Last time I tried to write anything like that, I was put on kitchen duty for a whole season.” “Do I want to know?” You tilt your head. “Yeah.” Zahn nods and grins wide. “I’ll tell you some other time." Shaking your head, you consider Zahn as $Zheshe sits across from you. $Zcapitalhisher blond waves are light and airy, fluttering in the breeze. When the sun hits them they glow almost gold. Zahn’s eyes are bright and clear, a deep blue you usually only see in water. Your hand twitches. Here is your subject, your new hero. For a good while, you think up a character based on Zahn and $Zheshe watches you, catching only bits of what you write. Once $Zheshe realizes that $Zheshe is the subject of your work, Zahn gets noticeably bashful. $Zcapitalheshe moves around a lot, trying to peek at your writing while you artfully lean away, before your hand tires too much to continue. A job well done. [[You continue your day.|3.63]]

Oswin nods at you and then rubs the back of his head like he’s unsure. You motion him over. “Sorry to bother you, $mc. I saw you head over with your journal. <<if $hobbycomfort is 'shy'>>I know you don’t usually like for people to watch you, but maybe you’d make an exception?<<elseif $hobbycomfort is 'bold'>>I’m afraid I pale in comparison to your usual audience, but would you mind if I watched for a while?<</if>><<if hasVisited("3.64a")>> It’s okay to say no if you’re sick of me, I know we already...while you bathed...<</if>>” “Yes, that’s fine. I wondered if someone would spot me coming in here. I thought for a moment about staying at camp, but-” “It’s okay. Well, I do prefer that you stay in camp, but this isn’t far. It’s just better for you to stay where I- we can watch- //see// you.” Oswin’s face flits through about a dozen expressions before he calms it into something suspiciously neutral. “For safety.” You watch him a moment and then nod. “For safety.” Oswin slowly lifts himself onto the stone a bit in front of you, turning to give you a quick look and a shy smile. He doesn’t face you, and you think it might be to give your creative process a bit of privacy. You notice how strong his profile looks at this angle. The way he sits bring attention to the elegant slope of his back...and how strong his thighs are. The sharpness of his jawline calls to you, and when he turns his head to stare curiously back, his eyes are like green fire. Your hand twitches. This is your subject, the new hero you need for your pages. For a long while, you write up a character based steeped in Oswin’s likeness. You embellish a bit, but mostly just capture how beautiful he appears and how great his acts of fictional heroism are. He glances at you from time to time, but you don’t think he realizes that he’s the one being written into your page. You work until your hand is too exhausted to continue. A job well done. [[You continue your day.|3.63]]

Your heart settles a bit as the grey poof with sour expression saunters up to you, hopping onto the stone perch with ease, tail raised high. He trills at you, sounding happy despite his grumpy look. He rubs against your arm, which is sweet up until you feel his teeth slide against your skin, leaving a wet trail. You rub your arm against your clothing and gently pat him on the head. He rubs your hand with affectionate ferocity, ending with a light nibble on the side of your hand. You admire him for a moment as he struts in front of you. Your hand twitches. Here is your subject. Shadow watches you as he slowly lowers himself to the small dip in the stone just large enough for his body. Unceremoniously he plops the rest of the way and rolls to his back. He’s perfect and potato-adjacent. Your work is half done already. You begin to shape the lump into the form of the other lump in front of you. You must look odd to Shadow, being upside down while you chip away at a block of wood with a small knife. His front feet stay neatly folded to his chest and his back feet sploot off to the side. He’s clearly done this before. You easily carve his details in, managing to even get a good semblance of fur into the wood. Shadow makes for a perfect whittling subject. After he tires of watch you, he closes his eyes and falls asleep on his back, and you’re able to shape his image until your hand aches. [[You continue your day.|3.63]]

You receive a big toothy grin from Zahn, $Zhisher eyes light up as $Zheshe skitters up on the stone to sit next to you. “I’m sorry to interrupt you. I noticed you had come over here with a potato and I got curious, and hungry.<<if hasVisited("3.64b")>> I promise that I’m not being weird or following you just because we had a bath together.<</if>>” You chuckle. “It’s wood, so I don’t recommend having a bite. I was planning on whittling something. <<if $hobbycomfort is 'shy'>>I...I usually just keep it to myself. I thought about staying in camp, but it didn’t feel right.<<elseif $hobbycomfort is 'bold'>>You are just in time, too, I was feeling lonesome without an audience.<</if>>” Zahn scoots closer. “Would I be able to join you? Would that be okay? I’ll stay quiet, I don’t know how to whittle, but I bet it’s amazing. It’s amazing that you can do it, I’d love to see!” $Zcapitalheshe looks at you with big sad eyes, the blue shines vibrantly and you swear they start to water. Even if you want to, you can’t say no. “Fine, come closer. I could prepare you a-” “Oh no, you don’t want me to do that. I can do a lot of things with my hands, but whittling isn’t one of them. I tried once...got into some trouble.” “Do I want to know?” You tilt your head. “Yeah.” Zahn nods and grins wide. “I’ll tell you some other time." Shaking your head, you consider Zahn as $Zheshe sits across from you. $Zcapitalhisher blond waves are light and airy, fluttering in the breeze. When the sun hits them they glow almost gold. Zahn’s eyes are bright and clear, a deep blue you usually only see in water. Your hand twitches. Here is your subject. For a good while, you carve Zahn’s face and $Zheshe watches you. Once $Zheshe realizes that $Zheshe is the subject of your work, Zahn gets noticeably bashful. $Zcapitalheshe moves around a lot, but you manage to get a good bit of detail into the piece before your hand tires too much to continue. A job well done. [[You continue your day.|3.63]]

Oswin nods at you and then rubs the back of his head like he’s unsure. You motion him over. “Sorry to bother you, $mc. I saw you head over to whittle. At first, I thought you were eating a potato... <<if $hobbycomfort is 'shy'>>I know you don’t usually like for people to watch you, but maybe you’d make an exception?<<elseif $hobbycomfort is 'bold'>>I’m afraid I pale in comparison to your usual audience, but would you mind if I watched for a while?<</if>><<if hasVisited("3.64a")>> It’s okay to say no if you’re sick of me, I know we already...while you bathed...<</if>>” “Yes, that’s fine. I wondered if someone would spot me coming in here. I thought for a moment about staying at camp, but-” “It’s okay. Well, I do prefer that you stay in camp, but this isn’t far. It’s just better for you to stay where I- we can watch- //see// you.” Oswin’s face flits through about a dozen expressions before he calms it into something suspiciously neutral. “For safety.” You watch him a moment and then nod. “For safety.” Oswin slowly lifts himself onto the stone a bit in front of you, turning to give you a quick look and a shy smile. He doesn’t face you, and you think it might be to give your creative process a bit of privacy. You notice how strong his profile looks at this angle. The way he sits bring attention to the elegant slope of his back...and how strong his thighs are. The sharpness of his jawline calls to you, and when he turns his head to stare curiously back, his eyes are like green fire. Your hand twitches. This is your subject. For a long while, you carve Oswin’s form. You don’t worry about doing too much fine detail, relying on capturing how beautiful his shape is alone. He glances at you from time to time, but you don’t think he realizes that he’s the one being molded into your work. You work until your hands are too exhausted. A job well done. [[You continue your day.|3.63]]

Your heart settles a bit as the grey poof with sour expression saunters up to you, hopping onto the stone perch with ease, tail raised high. He trills at you, sounding happy despite his grumpy look. He rubs against your arm, which is sweet up until you feel his teeth slide against your skin, leaving a wet trail. You rub your arm against your clothing and gently pat him on the head. He rubs your hand with affectionate ferocity, ending with a light nibble on the side of your hand. You admire him for a moment as he struts in front of you. Your hand twitches. Here is your inspiration. You recall a crochet stitch favored by some of the townspeople for blankets – the cat stitch. You look at your threads and find a grey and a green, perfect for some Shadow-inspired embroidery. Shadow watches you as he slowly lowers himself to the small dip in the stone just large enough for his body. Unceremoniously he plops the rest of the way and rolls to his back. The fur-ball is even about the same color as the threads you’ve chosen. You fiddle around with a few designs until you find one you like. He stays still for you as if he is posing, watching intently. You must look odd to Shadow, being upside down while you sew. His front feet stay neatly folded to his chest and his back feet sploot off to the side. He’s clearly a professional muse. Shadow makes for a perfect needlework companion, for a while at least. After becoming bored, your threads become too tempting, and then you begin playing keep-away while trying to finish your piece. You stitch and play with him until your hand aches. [[You continue your day.|3.63]]

You receive a big toothy grin from Zahn, $Zhisher eyes light up as $Zheshe skitters up on the stone to sit next to you. “I’m sorry to interrupt you. I noticed you had come over here with a bundle of cloth and I got curious.<<if hasVisited("3.64b")>> I promise that I’m not being weird or following you just because we had a bath together.<</if>>” You chuckle. “It’s just some embroidery supplies. I was planning on finishing a project I’ve been working on. <<if $hobbycomfort is 'shy'>>I...I usually just keep it to myself. I thought about staying in camp, but it didn’t feel right.<<elseif $hobbycomfort is 'bold'>>You are just in time, too, I was feeling lonesome without an audience.<</if>>” Zahn scoots closer. “Would I be able to join you? Would that be okay? I’ll stay quiet, I don’t know how to sew, but I bet it’s amazing. It’s amazing that you can do it, I’d love to see!” $Zcapitalheshe looks at you with big sad eyes, the blue shines vibrantly and you swear they start to water. Even if you want to, you can’t say no. “Fine, come closer. I could prepare you a-” “Oh no, you don’t want me to do that. I can do a lot of things with my hands, but needlepoint isn’t one of them. I tried once...got into some trouble.” “Do I want to know?” You tilt your head. “Yeah.” Zahn nods and grins wide. “I’ll tell you some other time." Shaking your head, you consider Zahn as $Zheshe sits across from you. $Zcapitalhisher blond waves are light and airy, fluttering in the breeze. When the sun hits them they glow almost gold. Zahn’s eyes are bright and clear, a deep blue you usually only see in water. Your hand twitches. Here is your inspiration. For a good while, you use blue and gold thread to stitch a whimsical pattern into the cloth. Once Zahn realizes that $Zheshe is likely the subject of your work, $Zheshe gets noticeably bashful. $Zcapitalheshe moves around a lot to watch you closer, but you manage to get a good bit of detail into the piece before your hand tires too much to continue. A job well done. [[You continue your day.|3.63]]

Oswin nods at you and then rubs the back of his head like he’s unsure. You motion him over. “Sorry to bother you, $mc. I saw you head over to sew... <<if $hobbycomfort is 'shy'>>I know you don’t usually like for people to watch you, but maybe you’d make an exception?<<elseif $hobbycomfort is 'bold'>>I’m afraid I pale in comparison to your usual audience, but would you mind if I watched for a while?<</if>><<if hasVisited("3.64a")>> It’s okay to say no if you’re sick of me, I know we already...while you bathed...<</if>>” “Yes, that’s fine. I wondered if someone would spot me coming in here. I thought for a moment about staying at camp, but-” “It’s okay. Well, I do prefer that you stay in camp, but this isn’t far. It’s just better for you to stay where I- we can watch- //see// you.” Oswin’s face flits through about a dozen expressions before he calms it into something suspiciously neutral. “For safety.” You watch him a moment and then nod. “For safety.” Oswin slowly lifts himself onto the stone a bit in front of you, turning to give you a quick look and a shy smile. He doesn’t face you, and you think it might be to give your creative process a bit of privacy. You notice how strong his profile looks at this angle. The way he sits bring attention to the elegant slope of his back...and how strong his thighs are. The sharpness of his jawline calls to you, and when he turns his head to stare curiously back, his eyes are like green fire and his black hair is tousled by the wind. Your hand twitches. This is your inspiration. For a good while, you use green and black thread to stitch a bold pattern into the cloth. He glances at you from time to time, but you don’t think he realizes that he’s the one being woven into your piece. You work until your hands are too exhausted. A job well done. [[You continue your day.|3.63]]

<<set $Ostat to 'crush'>> <<set $Obigfeels to true>><<set $OstatCurrent to "Long Time Crush">> You smile back, and your face fills with heat. You don’t know just how long you’ve had this flame for him burning in your soul. At some point, you just knew that your feelings went beyond friendship, despite the rockiness in the past. You hold and cherish that little fire, no matter how much it has waned and flickered, you keep it safe. You’re probably grinning more than you should, so after holding his gaze for a moment, you gesture towards your da, who is still laughing as Papa quietly takes his tankard of wine away. Oswin and you both chuckle, and then his eyes fall back to yours. He looks like he wants to say something. As Da settles, Papa clears the table with help from Oswin. You can feel the shift as their mood changes. They escaped the looming thoughts about your curse for a while, but it has inevitably returned. Oswin picks up on the shift and seems to straighten in his seat, glancing at you. He looks resistant to leave, but seems to be weighing what is proper for him to do. You know that he is eager to hear what you learned about your mark. There’s a fleeting thought that maybe Oswin could take you on the next step of your journey. He is, technically, a mercenary. Though he prefers ‘hired hand.’ When he isn’t working with the Stonebrook guard, he provides protection for travelers – usually merchants – along the road to Lale. Could you ask him to help you as well? Would he even want to? He has his own responsibilities, and he’s already dedicated a lot of time to assisting your fathers while you’ve been recovering, even if he merely lingers on the porch or in the den just in case you find yourself in distress. Da’s voice cuts through your thoughts. “We should probably talk.” [[No matter your thoughts on Oswin, he’s part of the conversation now.]]

You begin with an air of sensitivity. “So, in her memory?” Zahn nods. “She, uh, passed on many years ago. I don’t remember a lot about her or my da. I remember the cloak around her, and sort of what she looked like. I kinda look like her – at least as far as I know, but I remember her eyes were brown for sure.” <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>“If you’d like to tell me more about you, I’ll listen. If it’s hard for you, we can drop it.”<<else>>“I’d like to know more if you feel like sharing.”<</if>> “Yeah, I don’t mind. I miss my ma, but I think I grieved a long time ago, so it doesn’t hurt as much. I...don’t remember feeling much for my da, actually.” “So they’ve both passed on?” Zahn ties off the thread $Zheshe’s been working on to complete the patch. “Yeah, I think they were sick. I was young, maybe just five cycles, or six. It’s all sort of blurry.” “What did you do then?” “Well, we were living in Tallulah, it’s a really big city so it wasn’t as hard as it could have been for me to survive. There were some people that let me stay in their cellar…” You’re immediately appalled. “//Cellar//?” “Yeah, it wasn’t bad. It was easy to nab a bit of food from them, and they were right near the market so I could usually swipe food if I needed to.” Zahn continues to thread $Zhisher needle again to do another patch. You take a moment to process what Zahn is saying. $Zcapitalheshe seems unphased as if this is completely normal. “You were five or six years?” “Yeah, but I only had to live that way for a few years. The church found me just before my ninth birthday. There was so many things I had been doing wrong, without them, I’d never have found out that I was hurting people.” “Hurting who?” “I was stealing – a lot. By then I was really good at it. I could pick locks and take food and even jewelery from people. I was a horrible person.” Zahn shakes their head and you see a deep furrow etched in $Zhisher brow. <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>“You were an orphan trying to //survive//. No one took care of you….You didn’t do anything wrong.” You fold your hands and look firmly with at Zahn.<<else>>“That doesn’t sound like you – I can’t see you getting //that// good at stealing.” You chuckle, but it sounds forced even to you. “Besides, it wouldn’t be wrong – you were just trying to live.”<</if>> Zahn fumbles $Zhisher needle, and it slips from the thread to the ground. “Wrong is //wrong// though. That’s what the Acceptor taught us.” You’re caught in an awkward spot. The Acceptor is simply ''wrong,'' you know that, but Zahn probably won’t believe you. It’s not your place to tread over $Zhisher faith, but at the same time - $Zheshe is human and deserves better. What do you say or do? <<if hasVisited("3.64bb1a4")>>You tried to tell Zahn earlier in the bath that the church didn’t seem good for $Zhimher, but your words were shot down before they could even make their way out.<</if>> <<if hasVisited("3.21c")>>When you mentioned that the penance Zahn told you about seemed bad for them, $Zheshe politely told you that it wasn’t your place, but also seemed conflicted about it all.<</if>> Perhaps you don’t know better, and Zahn has clearly been through a lot, and you’re not seeing the sect for what it truly is. Though, you also recall Oswin saying they seemed like zealots to him. No matter how you feel about Zahn at this point, it feels aggravating for the simple fact that $Zheshe is a human being that should be treated as such. [[As frustrating as it feels, you don’t think it’s your place to say anything.|3.67a1]] [[You gently address it with Zahn.|3.67a2][$GentleAssertive to Math.clamp($GentleAssertive + 4, 0, 100)]] [[You firmly but respectfully tell Zahn what you think of this treatment.|3.67a3][$GentleAssertive to Math.clamp($GentleAssertive - 4, 0, 100)]] [[You lay out the facts for Zahn.|3.67a4][$SeriousPlayful to Math.clamp($SeriousPlayful + 4, 0, 100)]] [[You try to ease your opinions in with some humor.|3.67a5][$SeriousPlayful to Math.clamp($SeriousPlayful - 4, 0, 100)]] $flirt_label [[You passionately declare that Zahn is a sweet soul and deserves better.|3.67a6][$BoldflirtShyflirt to Math.clamp($BoldflirtShyflirt + 4, 0, 100)]] $flirt_label [[Sometimes actions are better than words.|3.67a7][$BoldflirtShyflirt to Math.clamp($BoldflirtShyflirt - 4, 0, 100)]]

<<if hasVisited("3.31a")>>You still feel the same as you did after Zahn mentioned penance his church implemented. You can’t say as thought you feel much different even if you know each other just a little better now. <</if>>It is simply not your place. It doesn’t stop it from pulling against your instincts that something feels wrong about this, but you also respect Zahn’s choices. And, frankly, this just seems too soon to be poking around in such things. It isn’t really your business, you may not even have a legitimate reason to care. $Zcapitalheshe picks up the thread again and begins to work on another patch. You realized you’ve been silent for a few moments, long enough that it may have slipped the conversation into an awkward phase. Zahn seems unperturbed as $Zheshe smiles at you. “So...can I ask you something now? I want to know more about you, $mc.” You suppose it’s fair, so you agree. “What are your parents like? Your home? What was it like for you as a kid?” Zahn pauses a moment. “Sorry, that’s three questions, but they’re all kinda related.” [[You grin and tell Zahn about your home.|3.67b]]

You rub your forehead, which grabs Zahn’s attention. “Listen if you would, please,” you start. “I know this isn’t my place. There is so much about your life I know nothing about. I don’t know what your church is actually like aside from all this...penance stuff.” Zahn puts the needle and thread aside and leans forward. “I’ll listen.” “You’re just a human being who was put in a really impossible situation from the sounds of it. Maybe your church thinks it’s wrong to steal, and it would be if you had a choice – but you didn’t.” “But maybe I did...maybe there was something I should have done different...There’s other ways to make money even for kids.” Bile rises in your throat. “Kids shouldn’t have to. If there is one thing I have learned from my own fathers it’s that people need to take care of each other. You should have never been put in a situation where you had to steal to survive, but just because you did doesn’t mean it was wrong.” “I took money and belongings too.” Zahn looks down at $Zhisher hands. “What did you do with it?” you ask. “...Traded for food.” Your heart wrenches. You think back to Zahn eating the snake that nearly bit you. //No wonder//, you think, //no wonder $Zheshe seems to want to eat everything//. In your most gentle tone you ask, “Do you still think what you did was truly wrong?” Zahn looks away, blue eyes shifting back and forth. “I don’t think I want to talk about it anymore – for now. Sorry.” You sigh, but nod. “If you do later, I’ll be here.” $Zcapitalheshe picks up the thread again and begins to work on another patch. You wonder for a moment if Zahn is upset or angry, but then $Zheshe smiles at you again. “So...can I ask you something now? I want to know more about you, $mc.” You suppose it’s fair, so you agree. “What are your parents like? Your home? What was it like for you as a kid?” Zahn pauses a moment. “Sorry, that’s three questions, but they’re all kinda related.” [[You grin and tell Zahn about your home.|3.67b]]

“I say this because I care, Zahn – the way your church has treated you does not sit well with me, and I do not think they have your best interests at heart. You’ve spoke of some sort of penance before, and //this//...you didn’t even do anything wrong.” You expect some defensiveness from Zahn, and $Zheshe shifts uncomfortably in $Zhisher seat, but doesn’t appear angry. After thinking for a moment, Zahn finally responds. “I know it’s different from how others usually live...and maybe those things aren’t wrong from how you grew up, but they are according to Din and his church.” You sigh and search for the best words to use. “This isn’t my place, I know that. There is so much about your life I know nothing about. I don’t know what your church is actually like aside from the inside.” Zahn fiddles with the needle and thread, and keeps $Zhisher eyes turned down. “Tell me how you think, then...why do you feel this way?” “You’re just a human being who was put in a really impossible situation. Maybe your church thinks it’s wrong to steal, and it would be if you had a choice – but you didn’t.” “Maybe I did...maybe there was something I should have done different...There’s other ways to make money even for kids.” Bile rises in your throat. “Kids shouldn’t have to. If there is one thing I have learned from my own fathers it’s that people need to take care of each other. You should have never been put in a situation where you had to steal to survive, but just because you did doesn’t mean it was wrong.” “I took money and belongings too.” Zahn looks down at $Zhisher hands. “What did you do with it?” you ask. “...Traded for food.” You feel your blood rush. You think back to Zahn eating the snake that nearly bit you. //No wonder//, you think, //no wonder $Zheshe seems to want to eat everything//. You keep your expression as neutral as possible, waiting until Zahn finally looks at you to ask, “Why would that be wrong?” Zahn looks away, blue eyes shifting back and forth. “I don’t think I want to talk about it anymore – for now. Sorry.” You sigh, but nod. “Don’t be sorry, I pushed you. If you want to talk later, I’ll be here.” $Zcapitalheshe picks up the thread again and begins to work on another patch. You wonder for a moment if Zahn is upset or angry, but then $Zheshe smiles at you again. “So...can I ask you something now? I want to know more about you, $mc.” You suppose it’s fair, so you agree. “What are your parents like? Your home? What was it like for you as a kid?” Zahn pauses a moment. “Sorry, that’s three questions, but they’re all kinda related.” [[You grin and tell Zahn about your home.|3.67b]]

“Zahn – you did not do anything wrong. There is no way you have done anything deserving whatever obscure penance they have put you through. You were a hungry child. You were alone. People, adults that should have cared, failed //you// not the other way around.” You expect some defensiveness from Zahn, and $Zheshe shifts uncomfortably in $Zhisher seat, but doesn’t appear angry. After thinking for a moment, Zahn finally responds. “But maybe there was something I should have done different...There’s other ways to make money even for kids.” “What could you have done that wouldn’t involve hurting you in some way?” Zahn is silent. “I have never lived in a city, but I have heard stories from travelers in my village. I have heard about horrible things done to people just trying to make a living.” “The Acceptor says that suffering helps us rely on the gods and it teaches us to be better people,” Zahn says, but $Zhisher voice lacks any drive as if $Zheshe is only repeating the words without believing in them. You push further. “Well, he’s wrong. The gods aren’t here right now, and suffering is just suffering.” Zahn fiddles with the needle and thread, and keeps $Zhisher eyes turned down. “Tell me why you feel this way?” “You’re just a human being who was put in a really impossible situation. Maybe your church thinks it’s wrong to steal, and it would be if you had a choice – but you didn’t.” Bile rises in your throat. “Kids shouldn’t have to. If there is one thing I have learned from my own fathers it’s that people need to take care of each other. You should have never been put in a situation where you had to steal to survive, but just because you did doesn’t mean it was wrong.” “I took money and belongings too.” Zahn looks down at $Zhisher hands. “What did you do with it?” you ask. “...Traded for food.” You feel your blood rush. You think back to Zahn eating the snake that nearly bit you. //No wonder//, you think, //no wonder $Zheshe seems to want to eat everything//. You keep your expression as neutral as possible, waiting until Zahn finally looks at you to ask, “Why would that be wrong?” Zahn looks away, blue eyes shifting back and forth. “I don’t think I want to talk about it anymore – for now. Sorry.” You sigh, but nod. “Don’t be sorry, I pushed you. If you want to talk later, I’ll be here.” $Zcapitalheshe picks up the thread again and begins to work on another patch. You wonder for a moment if Zahn is upset or angry, but then $Zheshe smiles at you again. “So...can I ask you something now? I want to know more about you, $mc.” You suppose it’s fair, so you agree. “What are your parents like? Your home? What was it like for you as a kid?” Zahn pauses a moment. “Sorry, that’s three questions, but they’re all kinda related.” [[You grin and tell Zahn about your home.|3.67b]]

“I really can’t see that as //wrong// though, Zahn. I mean //wrong// is my da’s love for fermented fish. //Wrong// is how I didn’t lose all my first teeth until after my name day. //Wrong// is joining in marriage with a rich widower to take the inheritance of his children…” Zahn chuckles and shakes $Zhisher head. “Wrong isn’t a hungry kid nabbing some bread to ease their suffering. When it is that or death – it isn’t //wrong//.” “I took money and belongings too.” Zahn looks down at $Zhisher hands. “What did you do with it?” you ask. $Zcapitalheshe sighs heavily. “...Traded for food.” Your heart wrenches. You think back to Zahn eating the snake that nearly bit you. //No wonder//, you think, //no wonder $Zheshe seems to want to eat everything//. “Well, my friend, if you were already sinning so much, you should have at least made it worth your while. No offense, but you should have taken enough food to get nice and plump, if you were just going to be punished for it later. If the price is the same, you may as well take as much as you can eat, right?” A laugh escapes Zahn so quickly that $Zheshe snorts. “Maybe I should have, and then I wouldn’t have such a small rear.” You lean forward, and in your most gentle tone you ask, “Do you truly still think what you did was wrong? You’re just a human being who was put in a really hard situation. I won’t pretend to know what it all was like for you. Maybe your church thinks it’s wrong to steal, and maybe it would be if you had a choice – but you didn’t.” “But maybe I did...maybe there was something I should have done different...There’s other ways to make money even for kids.” “What then? For you to become the means of the sins of another?” Bile rises in your throat at the thought. “If there is one thing I have learned from my own fathers it’s that people need to take care of each other. You should have never been put in a situation where you had to steal to survive, but just because you did doesn’t mean it was wrong.” Zahn looks away, blue eyes shifting back and forth. “I don’t think I want to talk about it anymore – for now. Sorry.” You sigh, but nod. “If you do later, I’ll be here.” $Zcapitalheshe picks up the thread again and begins to work on another patch. You wonder for a moment if Zahn is upset or angry, but then $Zheshe smiles at you again. “So...can I ask you something now? I want to know more about you, $mc.” You suppose it’s fair, so you agree. “What are your parents like? Your home? What was it like for you as a kid?” Zahn pauses a moment. “Sorry, that’s three questions, but they’re all kinda related.” [[You grin and tell Zahn about your home.|3.67b]]

<<set $Zflirt +=4>> All the words Zahn has said jumble and mix and repeat inside your head. You’re offended for $Zhimher, and it makes you sick to think anyone has taught $Zhimher that $Zheshe has done anything wrong by just fighting to survive. Zahn has been nothing but a kind and helpful soul $Zcapitalheshe is sweet and probably has never done anything to hurt anyone. All your thoughts rush and bumble into each other and before you know it, your knees have hit the ground at Zahn’s feet. Zahn’s blue eyes are wide with shock. $Zcapitalheshe looks one-part scared and one-part confused. You cup Zahn’s hands with your own, needle and thread long forgotten. Staring deeply into $Zhisher eyes, you hope that your $eyecolor gaze conveys all the truth and affection you have. “Don’t ever, ever feel like you did something wrong by doing what you needed to survive. I know this probably isn’t my place. There is so much about your life I don’t know yet…” “Um…” Zahn looks around, before sheepishly meeting your eyes again. “I can tell that you’re not a bad person.” You see Zahn’s pink lips turn down as $Zhisher face scrunches with what appears to be sadness. You see the shimmer of tears forming at the corners of $Zhisher eyes. Zahn shakes $Zhisher head as if finding disagreement with your words. You press further, determined for Zahn to believe you. “You’re just a human being who was put in a really impossible situation. Maybe your church thinks it’s wrong to steal, and it would be if you had a choice – but you didn’t.” “But maybe I did...maybe there was something I should have done different...There’s other ways to make money even for kids. I’m...I’m not a good person, $mc.” Bile rises in your throat. “Well, I believe your are...and children shouldn’t have to do those things. If there is one thing I have learned from my own fathers it’s that people need to take care of each other. You should have never been put in a situation where you had to steal to survive, but just because you did doesn’t mean it was wrong.” “I took money and belongings too.” Zahn looks down at your joined hands. “What did you do with it?” you ask. “...Traded for food.” Your heart wrenches. You think back to Zahn eating the snake that nearly bit you. //No wonder//, you think, //no wonder $Zheshe seems to want to eat everything//. In your most gentle tone you ask, “Do you still think what you did was truly wrong?” Zahn looks away, blue eyes shifting back and forth, stray tears finally escaping. “I don’t think I want to talk about it anymore – for now. Sorry.” You sigh, but nod and release $Zhisher hands. “If you do later, I’ll be here.” Zahn picks up the thread again and begins to work on another patch, and you take your seat again. You wonder for a moment if Zahn is upset or angry, but then $Zheshe smiles at you. “So...can I ask you something now? I want to know more about you, $mc.” You suppose it’s fair, so you agree. “What are your parents like? Your home? What was it like for you as a kid?” Zahn pauses a moment. “Sorry, that’s three questions, but they’re all kinda related.” [[You grin and tell Zahn about your home.|3.67b]]

<<set $Zflirt +=4>> All the words Zahn has said jumble and mix and repeat inside your head. You’re offended for $Zhimher, and it makes you sick to think anyone has taught $Zhimher that $Zheshe has done anything wrong by just fighting to survive. Zahn has been nothing but a kind and helpful soul $Zcapitalheshe is sweet and probably has never done anything to hurt anyone. All your thoughts rush and bumble into each other and before you know it, your knees have hit the ground at Zahn’s feet. Zahn’s blue eyes are wide with shock. $Zcapitalheshe looks one-part scared and one-part confused. You gently gather the needle, thread, and cloth to place them off to the side. With Zahn’s full attention on you, you take each of $Zhisher hands in each one of your own and simply look deeply into $Zhisher eyes. Sometimes a look conveys a thousand words, and judging by Zahn’s face, yours is doing just that. You hope that your $eyecolor gaze conveys all the truth and affection you have. “You are not a bad person,” you mummer. Zahn gripes your hands tightly, and $Zhisher lips quiver. You rise up and gather $Zhimher into an easy embrace, letting Zahn dictate how tightly you can hold $Zhimher. “I can tell that you’re not a bad person,” you whisper again. You feel a quiver run through Zahn’s torso. You press further, determined for Zahn to believe you. “You’re just a human being who was put in a really impossible situation. Maybe your church thinks it’s wrong to steal, and it would be if you had a choice – but you didn’t.” Zahn replies in a quiet voice. “But maybe I did...maybe there was something I should have done different...There’s other ways to make money even for kids. I’m...I’m not a good person, $mc. I’m really not.” Bile rises in your throat. “Well, I believe your are...and children shouldn’t have to do those things. If there is one thing I have learned from my own fathers it’s that people need to take care of each other. You should have never been put in a situation where you had to steal to survive, but just because you did doesn’t mean it was wrong.” “I took money and belongings too.” Zahn looks down at your joined hands. “What did you do with it?” you ask. “...Traded for food.” Your heart wrenches. You think back to Zahn eating the snake that nearly bit you. //No wonder//, you think, //no wonder $Zheshe seems to want to eat everything//. In your most gentle tone you ask, “Do you still think what you did was truly wrong?” Zahn pulls back and looks away, blue eyes shifting back and forth, stray tears escaping. “I don’t think I want to talk about it anymore – for now. Sorry.” You sigh, but nod and retreat back to your seat. “If you do later, I’ll be here.” Zahn picks up the thread again and begins to work on another patch. You wonder for a moment if Zahn is upset or angry, but then $Zheshe smiles at you. “So...can I ask you something now? I want to know more about you, $mc.” You suppose it’s fair, so you agree. “What are your parents like? Your home? What was it like for you as a kid?” Zahn pauses a moment. “Sorry, that’s three questions, but they’re all kinda related.” [[You grin and tell Zahn about your home.|3.67b]]

A myriad of memories flit through your mind. Some good some not. Where to start though? “Well,” you begin, “I was adopted by my papa and da because my mama died.” Zahn’s eyebrows go up. “So, we’re alike in a way?” You nod. “I didn’t know my ma, she passed during my birth.” “What are your fathers like? I hope they aren’t like Oswin.” Zahn chuckles. “I don’t think anyone is quite like Oswin…. My papa is a really big man and works as a woodsman and carpenter. He’s shy and really sweet. Da fishes and hunts – he’s great with a bow, I think you’d like him. He’s usually causing some sort of trouble. His leg is broken right now, though.” Worry rattles your gut. “Oh, so that’s why...Oswin is here instead?” You nod. “Sorry...um, tell me about your home, your village instead.” Zahn smiles encouragingly. “Stonebrook is small, but we get a lot of travelers. There’s an archery tournament every summer, like most towns I suppose.” Zahn sits up straight. “Really? I’ve done tournaments before, I should enter! Once we’re done in Codrin, do you think we could make it back in time?” “Definitely, I don’t think we’ll take long and it’s not until midsummer. It takes place after Lale has theirs.” You snicker a bit, Oswin will fuss after hearing Zahn plans to invite $Zhimselfherself to town. Looks like $Zheshe will be traveling with you for a bit longer. “What do you get up to?” “<<if $interest is 'choppin'>>I mostly work lumber like my papa.<<elseif $interest is 'woodin'>>I work in carpentry like my papa.<<elseif $interest is 'swordin'>>I do rounds with the town guard and sparring with other swordsmen.<<elseif $interest is 'archin'>>I do rounds with the town guard, and I do archery tournaments as well in the surrounding towns.<<elseif $interest is 'healin'>>I keep pretty busy as as an herbalist. I help the official healers. They have the market cornered, but are always too busy to handle it all themselves.<<elseif $interest is 'tradin'>>I work in trade mostly. My parents often go with me to some of the surrounding villages; I have to stay fairly close to home, but I make a fair bit of coin still.<<elseif $interest is 'cookin'>>I work as a cook. I’m the busiest around feasts, but I get hired for a lot of dinners for fancy nobles in Lale.<</if>> Otherwise, <<if $hobby is 'singing'>>I work on my singing and song-writing.<<elseif $hobby is 'drawing'>>I often draw or paint.<<elseif $hobby is 'sculpting'>>I like to keep busy with my sculpting.<<elseif $hobby is 'storytelling'>>I’m usually coming up with or telling my stories.<<elseif $hobby is 'whittling'>>I’m often whittling something.<<elseif $hobby is 'needlework'>>I’m usually sewing and making clothing.<</if>> If he’s free, my closest friend, Emre, visits with me. He’s been so busy in the last few years though, but he tries really hard to see me when he can.” Zahn tugs $Zhisher thread through a particularly thick spot in the patch as $Zheshe mulls over what you said. “So, Emre is Oswin’s brother? I remember him saying something about it.” “Yeah. You two would get along. Emre is a very kind soul – a bit gullible, which I have a feeling you would appreciate.” “Why is he so busy? Do you need a new best friend, $mc? I have an opening for one.” A big toothy smile spreads across the pilgrim’s lips. You scoff. “He’s got a family. Two already born, and his partner is likely going to have twins very soon.” Zahn’s eyes go wide. “Little ones? If I visit, could I play with them? I help with the children in my sect – they’re so much fun. A lot of work though, so I’m sort of glad they’re not mine.” “Probably. His oldest, Yan, would love you….” You sit and tell Zahn more about Stonebrook and what it was like growing up there. $Zcapitalheshe can barely believe that there was a time that Oswin was a relaxed and playful sort. You fill in with some anecdotes from your childhood. A while later after the conversation eases into a lull and Zahn has finished all the patches $Zheshe wanted to do, $Zheshe flounders into another question. “So….I shouldn’t ask this. It’s rude – I know it would be rude. But, I’m also worried and, admittedly, curious...The only way I’ll know if it’s okay though is if I ask it…. You tilt you head. <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>“So, are you going to get around to doing that or are you going to keep with the long lead-up?”<<else>>“Is dragging it out your way of lulling me into a false sense of security about it?”<</if>> Zahn rubs the back of $Zhisher neck. “It’s about your sickness….I was concerned about what it was and why you needed to go all the way around to Codrin for it? The trade route the other way would have been easier...Sorry, it just seemed odd.” Zahn lowers $Zhisher voice, peeking around before whispering. “I know Oswin is a decent person, but I also wondered if you were completely safe. He’s a little, well you know.” [[You were told not to share much about your reasons for traveling, so you think you should stick to that.|3.67b1]] [[You really want to talk about it, you could do so without giving too much away.|3.67b2]] [[Zahn is just worried, you trust that telling them some things would be okay.|3.67b2]] [[You can’t help but feel suspicious that Zahn is asking about it.|3.67b3]]

With a heavy sigh, you give Zahn a sorry look, whether or not it is genuine is up for debate. “Apologies, Zahn, but I don’t think I’m really ready or comfortable going into it.” A sympathetic look etches into Zahn’s face. “I understand. Oswin wouldn’t tell me much other than it has been quite hard and unpredictable for you. I don’t want to stir up your feelings about it just for my own curiosity...but I am actually worried too, so please don’t think of me as heartless.” “I won’t, it’s natural to be curious about it.” “But...you’re going to Valko’s shrine aren’t you? Oswin told me I could split off for Codrin once we rested here for a couple days and that you two would leave later.” You’re taken aback. “Why do you think that?” “There’s no other reason to take this road from Stonebrook, it cuts directly into the forest to the north of Codrin. The road splits eventually, and the only choices are to go to the old shrine or to the city. If your goal was the city, you’d never taken this route – not if your illness….um, anyway.” Zahn folds $Zhisher hands together and averts $Zhisher eyes from you. Zahn is clearly more astute than you thought, and from the sounds of it, there’s no hiding your true destination. “Yes, we are trying...to see if a god would be willing to help me. We’ve tried everything, and I’ve seen so many healers since I was a child. No one has solutions.” “Valko is an odd choice, but he is very powerful.” Zahn scoots closer, looking like $Zheshe is resisting reaching out to you. “He’s the closest we know of, and the other idea was that even if he isn’t there or won’t help me, there may be something else we can find that will.” Zahn lights up. “Oh! Yes, there is still magic in the places the gods dwelt even from so many years ago. Lots of them left items that had absorbed their power. My sect has an earring of Din’s. The Acceptor wears it, and can tap into the magic within.” “Really?” Hope stirs within you. Maybe you won’t need the god himself after all. “Yes, some are really powerful, but of course the bigger churches have the really powerful ones.” “And you can sense magic, right?” An idea blooms in your mind. You can’t feel magic and neither can Oswin, you’d never know what item – if any – would contain any power. “Yeah!” Zahn’s grin has bloomed full-tilt and you sense that $Zheshe understands what you’re thinking. Oswin is going to be irritated about it, but you know he’d see reason. If a magical object could help you though, you have to take this chance. Even if you could find one yourself, could you even use a magical artifact without any magic of your own? There may be no way of knowing unless it was too late… “Zahn, I may need your help further...I know Oswin wants to try to divide us up here, but if you could help me find something that might...heal me…” Zahn jumps up. “I’ll do it! I’ll help you! I can help!” $Zcapitalhisher face goes bright red with glee as $Zheshe jumps in place. “I’ll show you, I won’t let you down.” You can’t fight the smirk on your lips at the enthusiastic response. Now, all that’s left is to bide your time and bring this up to Oswin. He’s going to glare at you, but you’re confident that he won’t be able to deny your reasoning. You take a deep, resolute breath. Once Zahn settles, you sit and chat a while longer about mundane things before deciding to move on. [[You continue your day.|3.63]]

You take a look around to be sure no swordsmen or merchants are lingering within earshot. <<if hasVisited("3.68a")>>Though, you suppose it is useless to hide this conversation from the merchant. You’ve already told him too much. <</if>><<if hasVisited("3.68b")>>Though, you suppose it is useless to hide this conversation from the merchant. You’ve already told him too much. <</if>><<if hasVisited("3.68c")>>Though, you suppose it is useless to hide this conversation from the merchant given what you spoke of with him earlier. <</if>>“Truth be told, I’d like to talk about it a little…” Zahn scoots closer to you. “I’m here, I’ll listen. I can do that really well, I’ll focus on keeping my mouth shut.” $Zcapitalheshe smiles. You roll your eyes and shake your head. “Well...for starters, I’ll clarify that I’m as safe as I could be with Oswin. My parents trusted him to see me this far. Despite how fussy he can get, I’m at least not in any danger. <<if $Ostat is 'friend'>>I trust him as my friend.<<elseif $Ostat is 'crush'>>I trust him...deeply.<<elseif $Ostat is 'distant'>>We've had our differences, but he is a man of integrity.<<elseif $Ostat is 'neutral'>>He's not a bad person, and he's taking my safety seriously.<</if>>” “Good, that makes me feel better. I did consider for a moment that maybe you were abducted, he seems a little...possessive.” Zahn wrinkles $Zhisher nose. “Anyway, I’ll shut up.” You move back to the the topic at hand. “I got sick when I was very little. It was sudden – it showed no signs until it was just //there//. It did a lot to me, like making me seize, giving me fevers, stifling my breath…” You leave out the burning sensations that lead to the mark and decide to keep this as true to a physical illness as you can. “The symptoms have come and gone over the years with little predictability, and they often leave me helpless for several days at a time. Our healers are stumped, I’ve visited countless others and no one is sure. The...leading theory is that it is something inherited from my birth parents.” “So why are you just now seeking help from Codrin?” “My fathers were always too worried I would collapse when we traveled, if I got sick on the road and they couldn’t get me back home or to safety in time, they feared I would die. We had seen so many healers and even churches that they never thought it would do much better. Our healers are already quite famous for being some of the best in the province already.” You shrug. Zahn tilts $Zhisher head. “So something changed?” You nod, and lower your voice though the others are no where around. “I had a severe episode on my 24th birthday. I very nearly died, it was the worst yet. It’s made us all a bit desperate...um, we’re not actually going to Codrin, not right away at least.” “You’re going to Valko’s shrine, aren’t you?” Your eyes jerk to Zahn’s. “Yes.” “That makes sense. Oswin told me I could split off for Codrin once we rested here for a couple days and that you two would leave later. I thought that was a little suspicious, well, a few things about your traveling has been a bit suspicious I guess.” You’re taken aback. “Why do you think that?” “There’s no other reason to take this road from Stonebrook, it cuts directly into the forest to the north of Codrin. The road splits eventually, and the only choices are to go to the old shrine or to the city. If your goal was the city, you’d never taken this route – not if your illness….um, anyway.” Zahn folds $Zhisher hands together and averts $Zhisher eyes from you. Zahn is clearly more astute than you thought, and from the sounds of it, there would be no hiding your true destination even if you hadn’t said anything about it. “Yes, we are trying...to see if a god would be willing to help me. No one has solutions.” “Valko is an odd choice, but he is very powerful.” Zahn scoots even closer, looking like $Zheshe is resisting reaching out to you. “He’s the closest we know of, and the other idea was that even if he isn’t there or won’t help me, there may be something else we can find that will.” Zahn lights up. “Oh! Yes, there is still magic in the places the gods dwelt even from so many years ago. Lots of them left items that had absorbed their power. My sect has an earring of Din’s. The Acceptor wears it, and can tap into the magic within.” “Really?” Hope stirs within you. Maybe you won’t need the god himself after all. “Yes, some are really powerful, but of course the bigger churches have the really powerful ones.” “And you can sense magic, right?” An idea blooms in your mind. You can’t feel magic and neither can Oswin, you’d never know what item – if any – would contain any power. “Yeah!” Zahn’s grin has bloomed full-tilt and you sense that $Zheshe understands what you’re thinking. Oswin is going to be irritated about it, but you know he’d see reason. If a magical object could help you though, you have to take this chance. Even if you could find one yourself, could you even use a magical artifact without any magic of your own? There may be no way of knowing unless it was too late… “Zahn, I may need your help further...I know Oswin wants to try to divide us up here, but if you could help me find something that might...heal me…” Zahn jumps up. “I’ll do it! I’ll help you! I can help!” $Zcapitalhisher face goes bright red with glee as $Zheshe jumps in place. “I’ll show you, I won’t let you down.” You can’t fight the smirk on your lips at the enthusiastic response. Now, all that’s left is to bide your time and bring this up to Oswin. He’s going to glare at you, but you’re confident that he won’t be able to deny your reasoning. You take a deep, resolute breath. Once Zahn settles, you sit and chat a while longer about mundane things before deciding to move on. [[You continue your day.|3.63]]

Though you know it might be natural for one to be curious about what others are doing, Zahn’s questioning leaves you with a strange apprehension. If it’s founded or not, you can’t exactly confirm right now. Perhaps you are like Oswin in this respect or perhaps he’s just rubbed off on you. The distrust you feel makes you waver and go silent as you consider Zahn. A sympathetic look etches into Zahn’s face. “I apologize, I knew I was over-stepping. It’s just that Oswin wouldn’t tell me much other than it has been quite hard and unpredictable for you. I don’t want to stir up your feelings about it just for my own curiosity...but I am actually worried too, so pleased don’t think of me as heartless.” “It’s natural to be curious about it, I suppose..” “But...I wanted to ask since I think you’re going to Valko’s shrine, aren’t you? Oswin told me I could split off for Codrin once we rested here for a couple days and that you two would leave later.” You’re taken aback. “Why do you think that?” “There’s no other reason to take this road from Stonebrook, it cuts directly into the forest to the north of Codrin. The road splits eventually, and the only choices are to go to the old shrine or to the city. If your goal was the city, you’d never taken this route – not if your illness….um, anyway.” Zahn folds $Zhisher hands together and averts $Zhisher eyes from you. Zahn is clearly more astute than you thought, and from the sounds of it, there’s no hiding your true destination. “Yes, we are trying...to see if a god would be willing to help me. We’ve tried everything, and I’ve seen so many healers since I was a child. No one has solutions.” “Valko is an odd choice, but he is very powerful.” Zahn scoots closer, looking like $Zheshe is resisting reaching out to you. “He’s the closest we know of, and the other idea was that even if he isn’t there or won’t help me, there may be something else we can find that will.” Zahn lights up. “Oh! Yes, there is still magic in the places the gods dwelt even from so many years ago. Lots of them left items that had absorbed their power. My sect has an earring of Din’s. The Acceptor wears it, and can tap into the magic within.” “Really?” Hope stirs within you. Maybe you won’t need the god himself after all and maybe Zahn really does simply care. “Yes, some are really powerful, but of course the bigger churches have the really powerful ones.” “And you can sense magic, right?” An idea blooms in your mind. You can’t feel magic and neither can Oswin, you’d never know what item – if any – would contain any power. “Yeah!” Zahn’s grin has bloomed full-tilt and you sense that $Zheshe understands what you’re thinking. Oswin is going to be irritated about it, but you know he’d see reason. You don’t fully shake your suspicion of Zahn, but if $Zheshe can be useful, it may be worth any risk. If a magical object could help you though, you have to take this chance. Even if you could find one yourself, could you even use a magical artifact without any magic of your own? There may be no way of knowing unless it was too late… “Zahn, I may need your help further...I know Oswin wants to try to divide us up here, but if you could help me find something that might...heal me…” Zahn jumps up. “I’ll do it! I’ll help you! I can help!” $Zcapitalhisher face goes bright red with glee as $Zheshe jumps in place. “I’ll show you, I won’t let you down.” You can’t fight the smirk on your lips at the enthusiastic response. Now, all that’s left is to bide your time and bring this up to Oswin. He’s going to glare at you, but you’re confident that he won’t be able to deny your reasoning. You take a deep, resolute breath. Once Zahn settles, you sit and chat a while longer about mundane things before deciding to move on. [[You continue your day.|3.63]]

<<set $merchantopinion +=3>> You bring the pipe to your lips and puff on it a few times. The tobacco is very smooth and clearly of a high quality. You can’t quite identify what is all mixed in, but it seems to be a few things. There is a citrus-like essence to it, and the hint of something else that is familiar to you, but you can’t pinpoint. You spot a wide smile on Nathan’s face, he seems pleased about your choice. Handing the pipe back you clear your throat, wondering if you should ask what you just smoked. “You may feel a bit relaxed, so don’t be alarmed if things go a little...soft around you,” Nathan remarks. “It’s my own secret blend, but I’ll happily indulge with you anytime.” You probably should have asked more questions before smoking that…. For now, you feel normal, though, and you wonder if he’s pulling your leg. “You’re not going to tell me what all is in that?” The merchant shakes his head. “I just told you – secret.” He takes a few long puffs and grins. “Anyway, my dear, since you’re here – can I ask you something?” “Sure,” you say without thinking. “How was your birthday?” An involuntary shiver hits your spine. “Oh…” Nathan leans forward. “An odd look for a benign question. Are you okay?” “Yes…” You sit and think for a moment to collect yourself, but the tension you feel is short lived. “I- It wasn’t the best. I took ill.” His face falls. “Oh, my apologies. Your, uh, chronic ailment I take it?” You nod. “<<if hasVisited("You consider the man for a moment and decide to invite him to your family celebration tonight. He's good company and kind.")>>Goodness, now I am unsure...I deeply regretted not being able to accept your invitation, but I suppose you would have appreciated some privacy as it turned out. <</if>>Perhaps...well, please do not think me rude or looking for gossip – but is this relapse of your affliction the reason we have crossed paths here of all places?” You shift in your seat uncomfortably, but the answer still slips through your lips easily. “Yes. This occurrence was pretty severe.” “Ah, and dear Kip is laid up with a broken leg...hence your grumpy swordsman. I see.” Nathan puffs and appears to be lost in thought for a moment. You take a look at the blanket you’re sitting on. It looks very soft, so you decide to lay on your side while you rest with Nathanel. He offers you the pipe again with a smile. [[You accept it and smoke.|3.68a1]] <span id="g1" class="look"><<link "You decline.">><<glance "g1" "You decline." "[[You accept it and smoke.|3.68a1]]">><</link>></span>

<<set $merchantopinion +=3>> You bring the pipe to your lips and puff on it once as you watched Nathan just do. You pause and consider the pipe again, taking a heartier puff as you inhale. You choke and cough, it burns your throat. Nathan chuckles. “Take it easy, lightly puff on it, don’t inhale too deeply. Hold it in a bit for the high to settle in better.” You do as instructed, taking a few small puffs and holding each. The tobacco is very smooth and clearly of a great quality. You can’t quite identify what is all mixed in, but it seems to be a few things. There is a citrus-like essence to it, and the hint of something else that is familiar to you, but you can’t pinpoint. You spot a wide smile on Nathan’s face, he seems pleased about your choice. Handing the pipe back you clear your throat, wondering if you should ask what you just smoked. “You may feel a bit relaxed, so don’t be alarmed if things go a little...soft around you,” Nathan remarks. “It’s my own secret blend, but I’ll happily indulge with you anytime.” You probably should have asked more questions before smoking that…. For now, you feel normal, though, and you wonder if he’s pulling your leg. “You’re not going to tell me what all is in that?” The merchant shakes his head. “I just told you – secret.” He takes a few long puffs and grins. “Anyway, my dear, since you’re here – can I ask you something?” “Sure,” you say without thinking. “How was your birthday?” An involuntary shiver hits your spine. “Oh…” Nathan leans forward. “An odd look for a benign question. Are you okay?” “Yes…” You sit and think for a moment to collect yourself, the tension leaving you quickly as it’s replaced with a sense of calm washing over you. “I- It wasn’t the best. I took ill.” His face falls. “Oh, my apologies. Your, uh, chronic ailment I take it?” You nod. “<<if hasVisited("You consider the man for a moment and decide to invite him to your family celebration tonight. He's good company and kind.")>>Goodness, now I am unsure...I deeply regretted not being able to accept your invitation, but I suppose you would have appreciated some privacy as it turned out. <</if>>Perhaps...well, please do not think me rude or looking for gossip – but is this relapse of your affliction the reason we have crossed paths here of all places?” The answer still slips through your lips easily. “Yes. This occurrence was pretty severe.” “Ah, and dear Kip is laid up with a broken leg...hence your grumpy swordsman. I see.” Nathan puffs and appears to be lost in thought for a moment. You take a look at the blanket you’re sitting on. It looks very soft, so you plop down to lay on your side while you rest with Nathan. He offers you the pipe again with a smile. [[You accept it and smoke.|3.68a1]] <span id="g1" class="look"><<link "You decline.">><<glance "g1" "You decline." "[[You accept it and smoke.|3.68a1]]">><</link>></span>

You hand the pipe back to Nathan. “No thank you.” He smiles and nods at you. “If you change your mind, let me know,” he says before popping the pipe back into his mouth. The smoke smells nice and you can tell that it must be a high quality tobacco. Nathan remarks. “It’s my own secret blend, your darling papa buys a bit from me on occasion.” You shake your head. “Papa doesn’t have many vices, but he does like his pipe now and then. Da hates smoking, though.” “Speaking of your family...I meant to ask you, how was your birthday?” An involuntary shiver hits your spine. “Oh…” Nathan leans forward. “An odd look for a benign question. Are you okay?” You school your face into something more neutral and give him a polite smile. “Yes, I’m fine, just a chill.” [[Tell him your birthday was fine.|3.68c1]] [[Tell him you fell very ill on your birthday.|3.68c2]]

Taking the pipe, you bring it to your lips and take a few more long puffs. It’s quite good. You feel great. “Easy there,” Nathanael says. “It’s easy to overdo, so I’m cutting you off there.” He takes the pipe back from you, but you notice he wears a huge smile. He looks pleased with your indulgence. Shadow approaches to nuzzle you. You pet his back. His fur is so soft. The cat hops up onto your side and curls up on top of your hip. You hear Dainn snort as he rises up on his huge legs. The giant elk stretches his neck before sauntering towards the stream. Such an unusual and majestic animal. You remember Papa saying they are from the very north of the northern province. You wonder why Nathan has one. More still, you just wonder about Nathan. This is a perfect chance to ask him a couple questions. “Do you mind if I ask you a couple questions?” You ask, using your arms to support your head as you lay. “I’d love that. Perhaps curiosity has gotten the better of you? Do you find me mysterious and alluring?” You chuckle. “I’m more interested in the giant elk.” “Oh.” Nathan scrunches his nose. “Where did you find such a beast? Why not use horses?” “Oh, my dear, Dainn is hardly a beast. Well, he is, but he’s also a dear companion to me. I found him, oh my, several years back...I don’t recall now how many. Anyway, up in the northern mountains. He was a small creature then, and I believe his mother was lost to him. I never found a suitable herd to return him to, so I simply took him with me. We bonded. He was free to roam, but still he followed wherever I went. At that time, I did use horses to travel – but I didn’t travel as much as I do today. Dainn obliged whenever I set out to sell my wares a few years ago.” “So that’s why you don’t tie him up or anything?” “Correct. He’s free to go whenever he wants. I return him to the north every couple years to...uh, how should I say this, sow his oats.” You stare at him. “I am 24 years old, you can say what it is.” “Well Shadow might take offense, and I can’t have that.” Nathan chuckles, taking long drags from his pipe. “So, what about you?” “Me? I have no interest in oats or sowing.” You scoff, which turns into a rolling laugh. Before long, the wind has left you and you are struggling to regain composure. The merchant shakes his head. “I should not have let you smoke this.” He chuckles. “Where are you //from//?” “Oh, I see. Like Dainn, I am also from the north originally, but I spent many years in the south as well. I took a shine to their unique flair for fashion and culture. The weather never sat well with me. I prefer a bit of a chill. So, Mahdeh is where I stay, it has the best of all worlds here.” You’re a bit disappointed that he leaves details out. Most people would expound a little bit at least on their origins. “What of your family?” He shrugs. “Not much to say, we’re estranged. There are some I dearly miss, some I mourn, and more still that I’d rather...forget. I prefer to focus on the relationships I have currently.” Taking a long few puffs of his pipe, Nathan relaxes his back against his caravan, effectively ending his answer to the questions. You decide to shift to something a little lighter, slowly rolling onto your back as the cat rides out the transition so he can continue laying on your legs. “So, where are you headed after this? Back to Codrin?” “No, I’ve decided to head towards Stonebrook and get back on track. I’ll restock there, say hi to my regulars, and then finally get going to Tallulah. You should take a look at my stock before we part ways, I have a few things you may need.” Suddenly you realize something. If Nathan is heading to Stonebrook, you could send a message to your parents. “Would you do me a favor? Or perhaps, this is a service I should pay you for…” Nathan chokes on his pipe, smoke flits from his lips and nose with each cough. “Careful, $mc, you’ll get me worked up.” “What? No, I need to get a message to my fathers.” “Oh, of course. No charge, I’d like to check in on Kip anyway and maybe see if he’s read that book.” Nathan finds you some parchment and provides you with a quill and ink. You spend the remainder of your time jotting down a letter to your papa and da, without giving any details about the mark or curse. [[You write everything, including the times that were rough.|3.68d1]] [[You mostly summarize, glazing over the rough patches.|3.68d2]] [[You focus only on the more positive details, eliminating anything that will worry them.|3.68d3]]

<<set $ch3letter to 'everything'>> After filling out your letter and securely folding it, Nathan provides you with a rich $eyecolor colored wax and a seal depicting a bird with wings spread. It’s curious as to why he cares enough to have you seal it, but the extra measure of privacy is appreciated. At least your fathers would know if the letter had been opened previously. Once your business is concluded, Nathan invites you to nap with him, but you decline and leave him to it. As you rise up, Shadow scurries to where Nathan is laying down, pipe now finished, cleaned and put away. The grey feline jumps to the merchant's chest and piles down. You can hear purring from where you stand. [[You continue your day.|3.63]]

<<set $ch3letter to 'summary'>> After filling out your letter and securely folding it, Nathan provides you with a rich $eyecolor colored wax and a seal depicting a bird with wings spread. It’s curious as to why he cares enough to have you seal it, but the extra measure of privacy is appreciated. At least your fathers would know if the letter had been opened previously. Once your business is concluded, Nathan invites you to nap with him, but you decline and leave him to it. As you rise up, Shadow scurries to where Nathan is laying down, pipe now finished, cleaned and put away. The grey feline jumps to the merchant's chest and piles down. You can hear purring from where you stand. [[You continue your day.|3.63]]

<<set $ch3letter to 'positive'>> After filling out your letter and securely folding it, Nathan provides you with a rich $eyecolor colored wax and a seal depicting a bird with wings spread. It’s curious as to why he cares enough to have you seal it, but the extra measure of privacy is appreciated. At least your fathers would know if the letter had been opened previously. Once your business is concluded, Nathan invites you to nap with him, but you decline and leave him to it. As you rise up, Shadow scurries to where Nathan is laying down, pipe now finished, cleaned and put away. The grey feline jumps to the merchant's chest and piles down. You can hear purring from where you stand. [[You continue your day.|3.63]]

“Oh, it was fine. A pretty normal birthday.” The mistruth slips from your tongue easily. For your own reasons, you’d rather keep the details of that day to yourself. “Marvelous,” he says in return. “<<if hasVisited("You consider the man for a moment and decide to invite him to your family celebration tonight. He's good company and kind.")>>I deeply regretted not being able to accept your invitation, but I am pleased to see that you were able to have a good time without me. Shame really, I was hoping to be missed. <</if>>In any case, birthdays should be that and more. I hope your next is even more special, my dear.” Nathan raises his pipe as if to solute you. You nod, but you can’t help the fleeting thought that you are unsure if you will see the next one or not. Nathan looks at you thoughtfully. “So, if you’ll entertain another question...Oswin was not very forthright. But, to what do I owe this chance meeting? From what I know of you, you are not one to wander far from home.” He drags from his pipe, his hazel eyes studying you from behind the smoke. [[Tell him you’re looking for help with your illness.|3.68c1a]] [[Tell him it is simple wanderlust since you’ve been confined to home for so long.|3.68c1b]]

His face falls. “Oh, my apologies. Your, uh, chronic ailment I take it?” You nod. “<<if hasVisited("You consider the man for a moment and decide to invite him to your family celebration tonight. He's good company and kind.")>>Goodness, now I am unsure...I deeply regretted not being able to accept your invitation, but I suppose you would have appreciated some privacy as it turned out. <</if>>Perhaps...well, please do not think me rude or looking for gossip – but is this relapse of your affliction the reason we have crossed paths here of all places?” [[Yes.|3.68c2a]] [[No.|3.68c2b]]

"Actually, my parents and I thought it was a good time for me to look for help with my illness.” You don’t see much harm in sharing this, at least. Nathan has heard of your ailment before. Both your parents have asked him about cures or if he had encountered such an illness in his travels across Iroda. He provided a couple potions to try, but they did not help. Plus, by now, all of Stonebrook has heard of your plight. Nathan nods. “That is understandable. You’ve been fairly well since I’ve known you. Do you have relapses still?” “Not often anymore, and most are mild by comparison to what I once went through.” At least that part was true up until your last birthday. “Such an odd malady. Ever since your fathers asked, I have kept an ear open for others in a similar predicament and have never heard anything close.” “Same for us; venturing out too far was always a bit risky. So, now is the time I suppose.” You give Nathan a polite nod, hoping to end the line of questioning there. “Quite,” he remarks, chewing the end of his pipe. “So….your destination is?” [[Tell him that you’re going to Valko’s shrine.|3.68c1aa]] [[Tell him that you’re going to Codrin.|3.68c1ab]]

“As you know, I was sickly as a child. I never had the chance to stray far from home especially without at least one of my fathers.” Nathan nods as he takes a few quick puffs from his pipe. “Quite so.” “Oswin found himself freed up, <<if $Ostat is 'friend'>>and we’re friends<<elseif $Ostat is 'crush'>>and we’re, uh, good friends<<elseif $Ostat is 'distant'>>and we’ve been a bit distant, but have a history as friends<<elseif $Ostat is 'neutral'>>and we have a history of friendship<</if>>, so it sort of fell into place that maybe I could see a bit of the world with his help.” A big smile spreads on the merchant’s lips. “That is marvelous. I am quite pleased for you and proud as well, if I may say so.” “You are?” Your brow ticks up. “Of course, you are spreading your wings despite the cage. Not that there is anything wrong with staying where you find comfort, but I am glad to see you doing something so bold for yourself. Cheers to you, my dear.” Nathan raises his pipe and bows his head slightly. You consider if you should feel a little badly for navigating around the direct truth, but you really don’t. You simply nod your head in thanks to Nathan’s kind gesture. “<<if $journey is 'adventure'>>I was hoping for a bit of adventure while I’m out here. I’ve had only a taste so far, but I think there is more in store to sate me.<<elseif $journey is 'relationships'>>I am hoping to build up some relationships along this path. So far, I would say that I may be doing just that.<<elseif $journey is 'nervous'>>Truth be told, I was quite nervous when I set out, but I’m trying to not let that deter me.<<else>>Perhaps it’s strange, but I feel as if I have a duty to do this. Both for myself and for my fathers.<</if>>” “Marvelous. Inspirational even.” Nathan’s eyes turn up at the corners. You’re not sure if he is truly pleased with your attitude or if he is simply high. “Might I make a recommendation since you are so close to The Shaw already?” You cock your head to one side. “The Shaw?” “Ah, it is a local name for the forest north of Codrin. It is a beautiful place – a bit dangerous, but all the most wonderful things are.” “Oh, I see. So, your recommendation?” “A shrine is nestled at the very northern border of the forest, tucked at the base of the mountains and surrounded by the most ancient trees. I have not been myself, but I have heard tales that it is beautiful, and magic steal beats like a heart there.” You feign ignorance. “Really? Magic would be there after all this time? Is the god still there?” “Oh no, Valko is long gone. These days, when a god’s presence has been felt, word spreads faster than a lightening strike. The last rumor I heard was that he was entertaining admirers in some orgy in the mountains.” He chuckles, “I jest, of course – at least about the orgy.” <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>You roll your eyes.<<else>>You chuckle. “What a shame.”<</if>> “Quite, anyway...it is an interesting piece of history and if you are this close as it is, it would only cost you a few extra days to see it. Though, Oswin is fully vested in his mercenary mindset, so he may take some convincing. Your new little friend may help you convince him.” You grin. “Thanks, Nathan, I think I’ll do just that.” You’re not entirely sure what to feel about this whole conversation, but you think that it may be time to push it in a new direction. Since Nathanael has seemed to enjoy trying to draw information from you, it’s only fair that he also tell you a bit more about himself. [[“I’d like to ask you a couple questions, if you don’t mind.”|3.68c1aaa]]

“We’re going to try to find something at Valko’s shrine that might help.” You shift a bit, wondering if this is too much information to give. Though, it could also be seen as reasonable to seek an ancient source of divine power in a predicament such as yours. Nathan chuckles. “I wondered. I’ve never been there myself, but I heard it’s quite beautiful and still houses immense magical power.” “Really? After so long?” He nods. “The stories of Valko are interesting. He was known to be brutish, even with his family, but he wasn’t without mercy. He had a very large following, my understanding is that this shrine housed hundreds of priests and priestesses that served him and did his bidding. They were all connected to his power, and so that magic still remains in the land itself.” You can’t hide your hopeful smile. “Though, the area itself may prove dangerous. The Shaw is a treacherous place – it’s good you brought your swordsman.” “The Shaw?” “Oh, it’s a common name for the Codrin Forest, especially as deep into it as the shrine, the area is quite wild. That magic untamed magic without a master for all these years, makes the wilderness and its inhabitants a bit...restless. Just be on your guard, my dear.” You’re not entirely sure what to feel about that information, but you think that it may be time to push the conversation in a new direction. Since Nathanael has seemed to enjoy trying to draw information from you, it’s only fair that he also tell you a bit more about himself. [[“I’d like to ask you a couple questions, if you don’t mind.”|3.68c1aaa]]

“Codrin, of course. It was always too far to travel without bring worried I may get sick.” Nathan nods. “I see. Perhaps a city so big will have an answer or two for you.” “That is the hope.” “Marvelous. I hope you find what you need, my dear.” Nathan’s eyes turn up at the corners. You’re not sure if he is truly pleased with your attitude or if he is simply high. “Might I make a recommendation since you are so close to The Shaw already?” You cock your head to one side. “The Shaw?” “Ah, it is a local name for the forest north of Codrin. It is a beautiful place – a bit dangerous, but all the most wonderful things are.” “Oh, I see. So, your recommendation?” “A shrine is nestled at the very northern border of the forest, tucked at the base of the mountains and surrounded by the most ancient trees. I have not been myself, but I have heard tales that it is beautiful, and magic steal beats like a heart there.” You feign ignorance. “Really? Magic would be there after all this time? Is the god still there?” “Oh no, Valko is long gone. These days, when a god’s presence has been felt, word spreads faster than a lightening strike. The last rumor I heard was that he was entertaining admirers in some orgy in the mountains.” He chuckles, “I jest, of course – at least about the orgy.” <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>You roll your eyes.<<else>>You chuckle. “What a shame.”<</if>> “Quite, anyway...it is an interesting piece of history and if you are this close as it is, it would only cost you a few extra days to see it and find anything that could be of use to your plight. Though, Oswin is fully vested in his mercenary mindset, so he may take some convincing. You new little friend may help you convince him.” Something tells you that Nathan has seen through your veiled truth. “Thanks, Nathan, I think I’ll do just that.” You clear your throat and nod as a cloud of smoke washes over you. You’re not entirely sure what to feel about all of this, but you think that it may be time to push the conversation in a new direction. Since Nathanael has seemed to enjoy trying to draw information from you, it’s only fair that he also tell you a bit more about himself. [[“I’d like to ask you a couple questions, if you don’t mind.”|3.68c1aaa]]

You nod. “Unfortunately, yes. Not that we weren’t glad for the happenstance,” you say as a polite addendum. “This last occurrence was pretty severe.” “Ah, and dear Kip is laid up with a broken leg...hence your grumpy swordsman. I see.” Nathan puffs and appears to be lost in thought for a moment. You continue. “I’m hoping to maybe find some answers by venturing out a little further from home.” Nathan nods. “That is understandable. You’ve been fairly well since I’ve known you at least. A severe relapse must be daunting. I am terribly sorry. It is such an odd malady. Ever since your fathers asked, I have kept an ear open for others in a similar predicament and have never heard anything close.” “Same for us; venturing out too far was always a bit risky. So, now is the time I suppose.” You give Nathan a polite nod, hoping to end the line of questioning there. “Quite,” he remarks, chewing the end of his pipe. “So….your exact destination is?” [[Tell him that you’re going to Valko’s shrine.|3.68c1aa]] [[Tell him that you’re going to Codrin.|3.68c1ab]]

You stammer unexpectedly. “Um, no actually. I just...maybe it is a motivation, but I simply wanted to be away from home for a while.” Through a cloud of smoke, you see Nathan nod. “I understand that call. Blessed wanderlust. It calls to me deeply, as you can see.” He taps the side of the caravan. “Exactly. I’ve been to Lale several times, and all the surrounding neighborhoods from Stonebrook, but never this far. It’s nice to see how the land changes. Plus, I’ve already met someone completely new.” You continue as you try to divert attention away from Nathan’s prodding. The merchant shifts, leaning forward towards you. The scent of sweet tobacco drifts between you. “As you are sight-seeing, and you are all the way over here on the back road – I take it you are wanting to see the shrine of one of the old gods? Valko?” You open your mouth to respond, but Nathan interrupts you. “$mc, it’s a bit clear to me that you are looking for help with your affliction. You need not stammer over yourself to hide it. ” [[Confess that you’re going to Valko’s shrine.|3.68c1aa]]

Just as the questions leaves you, Dainn snorts as he rises up on his huge legs. The giant elk stretches his neck before sauntering towards the stream. Such an unusual and majestic animal. You remember Papa saying they are from the very north of the northern province. It makes you all the more curious about your current host. Nathan watches Dainn lumber by. “Hm, I suppose you probably have one or two things about me to be curious about. Fair is fair. Go on then.” He nods at you, poking his cheek with the mouthpiece of his pipe before giving you a cheeky smile. “Could it be that you find me mysterious and alluring?” You chuckle. “I’m more interested in the giant elk.” “Oh.” Nathan scrunches his nose. “No fun.” “Where did you find such a beast? Why not use horses?” “Oh, my dear, Dainn is hardly a beast. Well, he is, but he’s also a dear companion to me. I found him, oh my, several years back...I don’t recall now how many. Anyway, up in the northern mountains. He was a small creature then, and I believe his mother was lost to him. I never found a suitable herd to return him to, so I simply took him with me. We bonded. He was free to roam, but still he followed wherever I went. At that time, I did use horses to travel – but I didn’t travel as much as I do today. Dainn obliged whenever I set out to sell my wares a few years ago.” “So that’s why you don’t tie him up or anything?” “Correct. He’s free to go whenever he wants. I return with him to the north every couple years to...uh, how should I say this, sow his oats.” You stare at him. “I am 24 years old, you can say what it is.” “Well Shadow might take offense, and I can’t have that.” Nathan chuckles, taking long drags from his pipe. You see the cat in question peer from under the caravan – his eyes are the only part you can see and it’s a bit eerie. “So, what about you?” “Me? I have no interest in oats or sowing.” You snort. “Funny. Where are you //from//?” “Oh, I see. Like Dainn, I am also from the north originally, but I spent many years in the south as well. I took a shine to their unique flair for fashion and culture. The weather never sat well with me. I prefer a bit of a chill. So, Mahdeh is where I stay, it has the best of all worlds here.” You’re a bit disappointed that he leaves details out. Most people would expound a little bit at least on their origins. “What of your family?” He shrugs. “Not much to say, we’re estranged. There are some I dearly miss, some I mourn, and more still that I’d rather...forget. I prefer to focus on the relationships I have currently.” Taking a long few puffs of his pipe, Nathan relaxes his back against his caravan, effectively ending his answer to the questions. You decide to shift to something a little lighter, adjusting into a more comfortable position. “So, where are you headed after this? Back to Codrin?” “No, I’ve decided to head towards Stonebrook and get back on track. I’ll restock there, say hi to my regulars, and then finally get going to Tallulah. You should take a look at my stock before we part ways, I have a few things you may need.” Suddenly you realize something. If Nathan is heading to Stonebrook, you could send a message to your parents. “Would you do me a favor? Or perhaps, this is a service I should pay you for…” Nathan chokes on his pipe, smoke flits from his lips and nose with each cough. “Careful, $mc, you’ll get me worked up.” “What? No, I need to get a message to my fathers.” “Oh, of course. No charge, I’d like to check in on Kip anyway and maybe see if he’s read that book.” Nathan finds you some parchment and provides you with a quill and ink. You spend the remainder of your time jotting down a letter to your papa and da, without giving any details about the mark or curse. [[You write everything, including the times that were rough.|3.68d1]] [[You mostly summarize, glazing over the rough patches.|3.68d2]] [[You focus only on the more positive details, eliminating anything that will worry them.|3.68d3]]

$mountname perks up and eagerly approaches you, her ears perk up and forward as she elegantly trots towards you. Instead of going right for your offered food, she makes to nuzzle you against the cheek. You allow her to get a good snuggle in, but once she begins flapping her lips at your face you distract her with the carrot. Despite the carrot being very large, her strong teeth snap it like a twig. It’s a good thing she prefers kissing to biting, you think. Your horse seems to be fairly happy for the break. This is the longest she’s been untacked and mostly free. At the very least, you need to walk with her a bit and brush her – those are two things your horse both will need and love. Though, you can think of a couple other ways to spend just a little extra time on her. You stow away the other half of the carrot and find the bag that Oswin has hung on a nearby tree that contains supplies for the horses. You dig out the brush, while $mountname sneaks up behind you to try and grab the rest of her carrot. Grabbing her lead, you begin walking with her around the campground, though you spot her looking at the brush eagerly. She follows you closely, preferring you as her subject of interest, rather than all the passing sights and smells. You avoid the area near the caravan where the giant elk stands, gazing out over the stream. $mountname still gets a little spooked when you walk by, lowering her head close to yours as if you will protect her from the beast that is easily ten times your size. After a few laps, you reward her with the other bit of carrot. By now you suspect she may also know you are hiding an apple on your person. At a sunny spot in the middle of the camp, you take the brush out and begin to work on $mountname’s coat, mane, and tail. You marvel at how beautiful her markings are, the white dappling coming up around her stomach and sides is unique on it’s own, but how shiny her hair is is truly amazing. She is so elegant and sweet-tempered that you can easily see her belonging to a rich noble or diplomat. You think back to what the horsemaster, Faris had said – she was in bad shape before. You wonder what she went through. $mountname patiently allows you to work the knots out of her tail and mane, and you reward her with the apple. Your horse is plenty pleased and happy. [[You talk to her a little.|3.chessytalk]] [[You braid flowers into her mane.|3.chessyflowers]] [[You continue your day.|3.63]]

$mountname perks up and eagerly approaches, his ears perk up and forward as he lumbers towards you. He goes right for your offered food, but makes to push his head against your chest as he eats. You allow him to get a good snuggle in, but once he demands more carrot, you have to hide it and chide him gently. Despite the carrot being very large, his strong teeth crunch into it like it’s nothing. It’s a good thing he isn’t one to bite, you think. Your horse seems to be fairly happy for the break. This is the longest he’s been untacked and mostly free. At the very least, you need to walk with him a bit and brush him – those are two things your horse both will need and love. Though, you can think of a couple other ways to spend just a little extra time on him. You find the bag that Oswin has hung on a nearby tree that contains supplies for the horses. You dig out the brush, while $mountname sneaks up behind you to try and grab the rest of his carrot. Grabbing the lead, you begin walking with him around the campground, though you spot him looking for a chance to get at his treat again. He follows you at your side, stopping here and there to sniff or taste something that interests him. You have to wrestle a large bit of wood out of his mouth. You are extra careful around the area near the caravan where the giant elk stands, gazing out over the stream. $mountname still seems put-off by Dainn, his ears go back bit, but he also seems curious. You’d rather avoid any drama, so you don’t encourage his interest. After a few laps, you reward him with the other bit of carrot. By now you suspect he may also know you are hiding an apple on your person. At a sunny spot in the middle of the camp, you take the brush out and begin to work on $mountname’s coat, mane, and tail. You marvel at how beautiful his black hair is. It shines marvelously and is such a deep and rich black, that you’re unsure if you’ve ever really seen a true black horse before. It’s a good thing you’re not riding at night. If you were unseated, you’re not sure if you’d ever be able to see him in the dark. He’s proved to be a fairly brave mount, as well, though he is still gentle-natured. $mountname patiently allows you to work the knots out of his tail and mane, only swatting you with his tail once, and you reward him with the apple. Your horse is plenty pleased and happy. [[You talk to him a little.|3.ebtalk]] [[You braid flowers into his mane.|3.ebflowers]] [[You continue your day.|3.63]]

$mountname perks up and lazily approaches you, his ears relax to the sides as he lumbers towards you. He goes right to sniff at your hair, giving you a chill as he breathes right into your ear. You shake your head – such an odd horse. He makes for your offered food, which you intend to only give half of for now. $mountname has other ideas and the very large carrot is gone in one quick motion. You stare as the gelding crunches down on the entire carrot as if were a twig. So much for spacing out the treats. It’s a good thing he isn’t one to bite, you think. Your horse seems to be fairly happy for the break. This is the longest he’s been untacked and mostly free. At the very least, you need to walk with him a bit and brush him – those are two things your horse both will need and love. Though, you can think of a couple other ways to spend just a little extra time on him. You find the bag that Oswin has hung on a nearby tree that contains supplies for the horses. You dig out the brush, while $mountname looms over you, his giant head peeking curiously over your shoulder. Grabbing the lead, you begin walking with him around the campground. The draft horse is in no hurry and follows at his own pace. He stays just a step behind you, attentive to your motions so he doesn’t hit you. He stops here and there to sniff around him, plucking at different areas of grass. You think he means to taste test the entire area. You take him around Nathan’s caravan to greet Dainn. The giant elk stands, gazing out over the stream. $mountname greets him with a grunt and Dainn responds in kind, connecting noses with your horse for a moment. $mountname is so placid that you feel truly blessed. Nothing seems to bother him, and perhaps it is his size that causes him not to worry about much. After a few laps, you reward him with a scratch around his jaw. By now you suspect he may also know you are hiding an apple on you person. At a sunny spot in the middle of the camp, you take the brush out and begin to work on $mountname’s coat, mane, and tail. You marvel at how beautiful his hair is. It shines marvelously and is such a deep and rich mahogany. His stature and coloring make him appear very noble and almost mystical, you think. He’s quite soft as well, especially the feathering around his hooves. You are fortunate to have such an easy and gentle-natured mount. $mountname patiently allows you to work the knots out of his tail and mane, and you reward him with the apple. Your horse is plenty pleased and happy. [[You talk to him a little.|3.baytalk]] [[You braid flowers into his mane.|3.bayflowers]] [[You continue your day.|3.63]]

$mountname perks up and eagerly approaches you, her huge ears prick up and forward as she clamors towards you, bumping into poor Flit. She goes right for your offered food, very nearly tugging the carrot away from you. You wrestle for a moment until her massive teeth snap it in half. Before she even chews, she goes right for the other half of the carrot and you have to turn your body away to hide it for later. Despite the carrot being very large, her strong teeth chew it like it’s a twig. You are thankful that she isn’t prone to biting. Your mule seems to be fairly happy for the break. This is the longest she’s been untacked and mostly free. At the very least, you need to walk with her a bit and brush her – those are two things your mount both will need and love. Though, you can think of a couple other ways to spend just a little extra time on her. You find the bag that Oswin has hung on a nearby tree that contains supplies for the horses. You dig out the brush, while $mountname sneaks up behind you to try and grab the rest of her carrot, pulling at your clothing, where she can smell it. Grabbing her lead, you begin walking with her around the campground, though you spot her looking for a way to get the treats from you. She follows you haphazardly, sometimes ahead, sometimes at your side, sometimes stopping entirely to to watch bugs and frogs. Once she spots the area around the caravan and the giant elk, she pulls you over. Dainn is simply looking out over the water of the stream, his moment of calm interrupted when the mule pushes against him with her head. He doesn’t seem to mind, and affectionately noses her. You shake your head. This figures. Your mule has fallen deeply in love with an animal at least three times her size who's also a completely different species. Once you try to leave, she refuses, leaning against Dainn. The elk does you a favor though, and begins to follow along with you. You finish your laps with both a mule and a giant elk at either side, drawing stares from your fellow campers. You reward $mountname with the rest of her carrot, breaking off a piece for Dainn as well. By now you suspect she may also know you are hiding an apple on your person. At a sunny spot in the middle of the camp, you take the brush out and begin to work on $mountname’s coat, mane, and tail. Her hair is fairly course and stiff, but you find yourself thinking she’s quite pretty compared to most mules you’ve seen. She’s also quite large for a mule, even her ears seem about twice as tall as they should be. She’s certainly unique and has been a feisty, bold friend for you on this journey. $mountname patiently allows you to work the knots out of her tail and mane, and you reward her with the apple. Your mule is plenty pleased and happy. [[You talk to her a little.|3.muletalk]] [[You braid flowers into her mane.|3.muleflowers]] [[You continue your day.|3.63]]

It seems the illness took an enormous toll on your body. You aren’t certain if it was the bouts of sickness or the stress they put on you mentally and emotionally, but you began noticing grey hairs much sooner than what is normal. Your fathers reassured you at first – it was only a few odd hairs – it would pass – it wasn’t //that// unusual. It became very evident that these niceties were in vain when bigger and bigger streaks of grey took over your once completely $haircolor tresses. <<if $haircolor is "white">>This was especially odd considering that your natural color was already nearly colorless. White hair is already a very rare trait, and it is unheard of for those who have it to then turn grey as well.<</if>> [[Your hair is now completely grey.|total grey][$totalgrey to "yes"]] [[Your hair is only streaked with grey.|streaked grey][$totalgrey to "no"]]

<<set $allgreyhair to true>> The grey did not stop at just popping up here and there. The spots cropped up in patches, the edges of your hairline going first and the rest eventually filled in. You now sport a mane that looks silver when the light hits it right. [[You hate it.|hategrey]] [[You are fine with it.|finegrey]]

<<set $greystreaks to true>> The grey is most noticeable along your hairline, but is also mottled throughout – peppering other segments of your locks. [[You hate it.|hategrey]] [[You are fine with it.|finegrey]]

<<set $greyokay to false>> You despise that the rich color of your hair has washed out. All it does is remind you of your condition. It’s yet another thing you’ve had no choice or power over. [[Continue.|creation part 3]]

<<set $greyokay to true>> It’s just hair, and you may even sort of like it. It makes you very unique if nothing else. You actually get compliments on it at times. [[Continue.|creation part 3]]

Some conversation might help you as well as $mountname. You lead her back close to Flit where you both have some privacy. You start by telling her how pretty and sweet she is. The mare responds readily, ears alert as she dips her head closer to yours. After compliments, you simply talk to her as if she is a person, like she can understand you. And, she listens, as if she knows every word. It’s nice to have a friend here that won’t tell your secrets or share the quiet things that burden you. You unload and speak of your worries and the triumphs so far in the journey. You also make a point to thank her for carrying you so far. Naturally, you get a kiss once you’re finished. [[You continue your day.|3.63]] <<if not hasVisited("3.chessyflowers")>>[[You braid flowers into her mane.|3.chessyflowers]]<<else>>Your horse has a beautiful mane laden with flowers.<</if>>

There are several early spring blooms at the edge of the camp where the horses are being kept. Some of them you can’t quite identify, but you find a myriad of pansies, cornflowers, and petunias to use. You suspect that these plants may have been left here to grow by other travelers. You set to work, finding the most choice blooms for your mare. You don’t know if she understands or cares about the gesture, but she seems intrigued and really enjoys the attention. Flit also takes an interest in what you are doing and joins you, so you take a few moments to make sure she gets a few flowers as well. After you are done, the two lovely mares look gorgeous, and you get the sense that they feel gorgeous as well. $mountname has another kiss for you before you go. [[You continue your day.|3.63]] <<if not hasVisited("3.chessytalk")>>[[You talk to her a little.|3.chessytalk]]<<else>>Your horse knows all your secrets.<</if>>

Some conversation might help you as well as $mountname. You lead him back close to Flit where you both have some privacy. You start by telling him how pretty and strong he is. The stallion responds readily, ears alert as he dips her head closer to yours. After compliments, you simply talk to him as if he is a person, like he can understand you. And, he listens, as if he knows every word. It’s nice to have a friend here that won’t tell your secrets or share the quiet things that burden you. You unload and speak of your worries and the triumphs so far in the journey. You also make a point to thank him for carrying you so far. $mountname paws the ground and seems to nod at you once you are done. [[You continue your day.|3.63]] <<if not hasVisited("3.ebflowers")>>[[You braid flowers into his mane.|3.ebflowers]]<<else>>Your horse has a beautiful mane laden with flowers.<</if>>

There are several early spring blooms at the edge of the camp where the horses are being kept. Some of them you can’t quite identify, but you find a myriad of pansies, cornflowers, and petunias to use. You suspect that these plants may have been left here to grow by other travelers. You set to work, finding the most choice blooms for your stallion. You don’t know if he understands or cares about the gesture, but he seems intrigued and really enjoys the attention. Flit also takes an interest in what you are doing and joins you, so you take a few moments to make sure she gets a few flowers as well. $mountname has already been enamored by Flit, and it appears the flowers in her hair draw him in even more. After you are done, the two lovely horses look gorgeous, and you get the sense that they feel gorgeous as well. $mountname gently knocks his head against your shoulder. [[You continue your day.|3.63]] <<if not hasVisited("3.ebtalk")>>[[You talk to him a little.|3.ebtalk]]<<else>>Your horse knows all your secrets.<</if>>

Some conversation might help you as well as $mountname. You lead him back close to Flit where you both have some privacy. You start by telling him how pretty and strong he is. The gelding responds readily, dropping his massive head against your chest and grunting occasionally at your sweet tone. After compliments, you simply talk to him as if he is a person, like he can understand you. And, he listens, as if he knows every word. It’s nice to have a friend here that won’t tell your secrets or share the quiet things that burden you. You unload and speak of your worries and the triumphs so far in the journey. You also make a point to thank him for carrying you so far. $mountname presses his nose into your hands and closes his eyes for a moment. [[You continue your day.|3.63]] <<if not hasVisited("3.bayflowers")>>[[You braid flowers into his mane.|3.bayflowers]]<<else>>Your horse has a beautiful mane laden with flowers.<</if>>

There are several early spring blooms at the edge of the camp where the horses are being kept. Some of them you can’t quite identify, but you find a myriad of pansies, cornflowers, and petunias to use. You suspect that these plants may have been left here to grow by other travelers. You set to work, finding the most choice blooms for your gelding. You don’t know if he understands or cares about the gesture, but he seems intrigued and really enjoys the attention. Flit also takes an interest in what you are doing and joins you, so you take a few moments to make sure she gets a few flowers as well. After you are done, the two lovely horses look gorgeous, and you get the sense that they feel gorgeous as well. $mountname gently rests his head against your shoulder. [[You continue your day.|3.63]] <<if not hasVisited("3.baytalk")>>[[You talk to him a little.|3.baytalk]]<<else>>Your horse knows all your secrets.<</if>>

Some conversation might help you as well as $mountname. You lead her back close to Flit where you both have some privacy. You start by telling her how pretty and unique she is. The mule responds readily, ears alert as she dips her head closer to yours. She places her nose right in your face, and you ponder if you’re supposed to feel threatened. After compliments, you simply talk to her as if she is a person, like she can understand you. And, she listens, as if she knows every word. It’s nice to have a friend here that won’t tell your secrets or share the quiet things that burden you. You unload and speak of your worries and the triumphs so far in the journey. You also make a point to thank her for carrying you so far. Naturally, she also tells you what she thinks by braying loudly. [[You continue your day.|3.63]] <<if not hasVisited("3.muleflowers")>>[[You braid flowers into her mane.|3.muleflowers]]<<else>>Your mule has a beautiful mane laden with flowers.<</if>>

There are several early spring blooms at the edge of the camp where the mounts are being kept. Some of them you can’t quite identify, but you find a myriad of pansies, cornflowers, and petunias to use. You suspect that these plants may have been left here to grow by other travelers. You set to work, finding the most choice blooms for your mule. You don’t know if she understands or cares about the gesture, but she seems intrigued and really enjoys the attention. Flit also takes an interest in what you are doing and joins you, so you take a few moments to make sure she gets a few flowers as well. After you are done, the two lovely mounts look gorgeous, and you get the sense that they feel gorgeous as well. $mountname brays and nods her head up and down, dislodging some of your work, but you still take it as thanks. [[You continue your day.|3.63]] <<if not hasVisited("3.muletalk")>>[[You talk to her a little.|3.muletalk]]<<else>>Your mule knows all your secrets.<</if>>

“The path ahead may be more dangerous than anticipated.” Oswin finishes, running a hand through his hair. “How so?” you ask. “I spoke at length, unfortunately, with Nathanael. Though he took a different path here, he told me that all of Codrin has been buzzing with rumors about the Codrin Forest – or 'The Shaw,' as they call it.” Zahn scoots closer. “What are they saying?” “The forest has been restless. They’ve received torrential rains since spring began, the Udo river has flooded in places, and the locals believe this may have stirred some unsavory things up in the forest. The road is muddy and difficult, and the animals are said to be acting a bit odd, as if they're agitated.” “What animals?” you ask. Oswin taps his foot. “Nathanael said that strange howling has been heard coming from the forest. And Some people have disappeared after entering.” “//Shit//.” Zahn mutters. You and Oswin stare at $Zhimher. $Zcapitalheshe shakes $Zhisher head. “I hate wolves. They’re scary!” Oswin rolls his eyes. “Wolves are not the mindless beasts that tales make them out to be. It is spring, there is game; wolves will leave humans be unless they are crazed or starved – they will not be a hindrance to us.” You shift. There are some wolves that have wondered into town before, a couple onto your family’s homestead. The dogs and your fathers have chased them all off before they could do much damage. They never seemed keen to fight, they mostly wanted Papa’s chickens or a goat. Zahn asks, “So what happens if wolves //do// become a hindrance?” “Don’t run,” Oswin answers immediately. “The moment your back is turned, you are likely already dead. Face them directly, look them in the eyes…” He turns to you. “And don’t back down.” [[The words leave you with a strange feeling.|3.72]]

After Oswin’s less-than-uplifting words, you wrap up your meeting and part ways to bed down for the night. You lay back on your bedroll and stare up into the night sky. So much happened today. So much has happened since your birthday in general. It doesn’t matter much if you are ready for this or not, you have to keep pressing on. You think about your companions. Zahn is now at least a semi-permanent addition to your adventure. $Zcapitalheshe adds some brightness compared to Oswin… [[You’re indifferent to Zahn so far.|3.72a]] [[You’d like to be friends with Zahn.|3.72b]] [[You are having romantic feelings towards Zahn.|3.72c]] [[You are physically attracted to and feel friendly towards Zahn.|3.72d]] [[You distrust Zahn so far.|3.72e]] (Friendly or romantic feelings towards Zahn are required for optional sexual encounters, but a committed/locked-in relationship will not be needed.)

<<set $Zstat to 'neutral'>> <<set $Zphys to false>><<set $ZstatCurrent to "Neutral">> So far, you have no strong feelings one way or the other for Zahn. Perhaps with time your feelings will change. While you’re on this train of thought, you can’t help but consider Oswin as well. You’ve learned a bit more about him during the whole journey so far, but especially today. All these years he regretted what he did, that he threw away your gift – the olive branch – you tried to hand him. That moment broke a part of your heart as a child. It truly felt like your friendship was severed at that point. Would things have been different had he found the courage to apologize? It wasn’t as if it was the first time he had been needlessly harsh with you either…. <<if $Ostat is 'friend'>>You decided when this all began that you would rekindle your friendship with Oswin.<<elseif $Ostat is 'crush'>>Your feeling so far towards Oswin have been romantic.<<elseif $Ostat is 'distant'>>This whole time you’ve felt distant from Oswin.<<elseif $Ostat is 'neutral'>>So far you’ve felt mostly neutral towards Oswin.<</if>>… [[You think being friends with Oswin is most important right now.|3.72aa]] [[You have romantic feelings towards Oswin.|3.72ab]] [[After all this, you feel a distance between yourself and Oswin.|3.72ac]] [[You can’t help but feel neutral towards Oswin.|3.72ad]]

<<set $Zstat to 'friends'>> <<set $Zphys to true>><<set $ZstatCurrent to "Fast Friends">> So far, you have warm feelings towards Zahn. Perhaps with time your feelings will change, but right now $Zheshe has caught your attention as being a solid and faithful companion. While you’re on this train of thought, you can’t help but consider Oswin as well. You’ve learned a bit more about him during the whole journey so far, but especially today. All these years he regretted what he did, that he threw away your gift – the olive branch – you tried to hand him. That moment broke a part of your heart as a child. It truly felt like your friendship was severed at that point. Would things have been different had he found the courage to apologize? It wasn’t as if it was the first time he had been needlessly harsh with you either…. <<if $Ostat is 'friend'>>You decided when this all began that you would rekindle your friendship with Oswin.<<elseif $Ostat is 'crush'>>Your feeling so far towards Oswin have been romantic.<<elseif $Ostat is 'distant'>>This whole time you’ve felt distant from Oswin.<<elseif $Ostat is 'neutral'>>So far you’ve felt mostly neutral towards Oswin.<</if>>… [[You think being friends with Oswin is most important right now.|3.72aa]] [[You have romantic feelings towards Oswin.|3.72ab]] [[After all this, you feel a distance between yourself and Oswin.|3.72ac]] [[You can’t help but feel neutral towards Oswin.|3.72ad]]

<<set $Zstat to 'romantic'>> <<set $Zphys to true>><<set $ZstatCurrent to "Romantic">> So far, you have very warm feelings towards Zahn. Perhaps with time your feelings will change, but right now $Zheshe has caught your attention and your heart as being a solid and faithful companion. While you’re on this train of thought, you can’t help but consider Oswin as well. You’ve learned a bit more about him during the whole journey so far, but especially today. All these years he regretted what he did, that he threw away your gift – the olive branch – you tried to hand him. That moment broke a part of your heart as a child. It truly felt like your friendship was severed at that point. Would things have been different had he found the courage to apologize? It wasn’t as if it was the first time he had been needlessly harsh with you either…. <<if $Ostat is 'friend'>>You decided when this all began that you would rekindle your friendship with Oswin.<<elseif $Ostat is 'crush'>>Your feeling so far towards Oswin have been romantic.<<elseif $Ostat is 'distant'>>This whole time you’ve felt distant from Oswin.<<elseif $Ostat is 'neutral'>>So far you’ve felt mostly neutral towards Oswin.<</if>>… [[You think being friends with Oswin is most important right now.|3.72aa]] [[You have romantic feelings towards Oswin.|3.72ab]] [[After all this, you feel a distance between yourself and Oswin.|3.72ac]] [[You can’t help but feel neutral towards Oswin.|3.72ad]]

<<set $Zstat to 'physical'>> <<set $Zphys to true>><<set $ZstatCurrent to "Attraction">> So far, you have warm feelings towards Zahn. Perhaps with time your feelings will change, but right now $Zheshe has caught your attention and your longing. $Zcapitalhisher flirtations and suggestions have been pretty clear. You think as Zahn warms to you, you’ll be able to explore this mutual attraction. While you’re on this train of thought, you can’t help but consider Oswin as well. You’ve learned a bit more about him during the whole journey so far, but especially today. All these years he regretted what he did, that he threw away your gift – the olive branch – you tried to hand him. That moment broke a part of your heart as a child. It truly felt like your friendship was severed at that point. Would things have been different had he found the courage to apologize? It wasn’t as if it was the first time he had been needlessly harsh with you either…. <<if $Ostat is 'friend'>>You decided when this all began that you would rekindle your friendship with Oswin.<<elseif $Ostat is 'crush'>>Your feeling so far towards Oswin have been romantic.<<elseif $Ostat is 'distant'>>This whole time you’ve felt distant from Oswin.<<elseif $Ostat is 'neutral'>>So far you’ve felt mostly neutral towards Oswin.<</if>>… [[You think being friends with Oswin is most important right now.|3.72aa]] [[You have romantic feelings towards Oswin.|3.72ab]] [[After all this, you feel a distance between yourself and Oswin.|3.72ac]] [[You can’t help but feel neutral towards Oswin.|3.72ad]]

<<set $Zstat to 'sus'>> <<set $Zphys to false>><<set $ZstatCurrent to "Suspicion">> There’s something about Zahn that you’re not sure about. $Zcapitalheshe seems likable enough, but you can’t bring yourself to trust $Zhimher enough to let $Zhimher in. Perhaps you’ve been trapped in your little town for too long, or is there something your instincts are trying to tell you? While you’re on this train of thought, you can’t help but consider Oswin as well. You’ve learned a bit more about him during the whole journey so far, but especially today. All these years he regretted what he did, that he threw away your gift – the olive branch – you tried to hand him. That moment broke a part of your heart as a child. It truly felt like your friendship was severed at that point. Would things have been different had he found the courage to apologize? It wasn’t as if it was the first time he had been needlessly harsh with you either…. <<if $Ostat is 'friend'>>You decided when this all began that you would rekindle your friendship with Oswin.<<elseif $Ostat is 'crush'>>Your feeling so far towards Oswin have been romantic.<<elseif $Ostat is 'distant'>>This whole time you’ve felt distant from Oswin.<<elseif $Ostat is 'neutral'>>So far you’ve felt mostly neutral towards Oswin.<</if>>… [[You think being friends with Oswin is most important right now.|3.72aa]] [[You have romantic feelings towards Oswin.|3.72ab]] [[After all this, you feel a distance between yourself and Oswin.|3.72ac]] [[You can’t help but feel neutral towards Oswin.|3.72ad]]

<<set $Ostat2 to 'friends'>><<set $OstatCurrent to "Friends">> <<if $Ostat is 'friend'>>Friends still feels right to you. You've maintained that stance since you first considered where your relationship was going. The same kinship is there, you feel it, and you're getting closer to it. You feel like Oswin is reaching out in the same way.<<elseif $Ostat is 'crush'>>You thought your feelings for Oswin were more than friendship. After the journey so far, and after wrestling with all you know and have seen, you're not so sure anymore if that is the case.<<elseif $Ostat is 'distant'>>At the start, you wanted to keep a distance between the two of you. He'd hurt you in the past and maybe you didn't want him to do that again, or maybe it felt like starting over as strangers. Either way, you feel the tug of friendship on your heart.<<elseif $Ostat is 'neutral'>>The last time you considered your feelings about Oswin, you couldn't decide exactly how you felt - warm or cold, friends or not. But now, you feel a pull towards friendship.<</if>> [[With those last fleeting thoughts, your eyes begin to get heavy.|3.73]]

<<set $Ostat2 to 'romantic'>><<set $OstatCurrent to "Romantic">> <<if $Ostat is 'friend'>>You can’t say that your feels still rest in the realm of friendship. There’s something more beneath the surface. You feel a pull in your heart when you look at him, and you can’t help but wonder – what if?<<elseif $Ostat is 'crush'>>Your initial feelings about Oswin have not faltered. If anything, they’re growing. There’s a grip on your heart that this man has, and you’re not even sure if he’s aware of it.<<elseif $Ostat is 'distant'>>At the start, you wanted to keep a distance between the two of you. He'd hurt you in the past and maybe you didn't want him to do that again, or maybe it felt like starting over as strangers. Either way, your feelings have quickly transformed into something else.<<elseif $Ostat is 'neutral'>>The last time you considered your feelings about Oswin, you couldn't decide exactly how you felt – warm or cold, friends or not. But now, you feel a pull towards romance.<</if>> [[With those last fleeting thoughts, your eyes begin to get heavy.|3.73]]

<<set $Ostat2 to 'distant'>><<set $OstatCurrent to "Distant">> <<if $Ostat is 'friend'>>It seems you’ve slipped even further away from each other. You had hopes of bonding in a friendship, but now you’re just not sure you can do that. Maybe he’s not who you thought anymore.<<elseif $Ostat is 'crush'>>It seems you’ve slipped further away from each other, and you’d be lying if you said your heart didn’t hurt over it. You had hopes of bonding at least in friendship if not more. But now, you’re just not sure you can do that. Maybe he’s not who you thought anymore.<<elseif $Ostat is 'distant'>>At the start, you wanted to keep a distance between the two of you. He'd hurt you in the past and maybe you didn't want him to do that again, or maybe it felt like starting over as strangers. Either way, your feelings remain unchanged.<<elseif $Ostat is 'neutral'>>The last time you considered your feelings about Oswin, you couldn't decide exactly how you felt – warm or cold, friends or not. You still can’t place your finger on any feeling in particular. It may take you longer and you feel you may need to learn more about him and the secrets he’s kept from you.<</if>> [[With those last fleeting thoughts, your eyes begin to get heavy.|3.73]]

<<set $Ostat2 to 'neutral'>><<set $OstatCurrent to "Neutral">> <<if $Ostat is 'friend'>>It seems you’ve slipped even further away from each other. You had hopes of bonding in a friendship, but now you’re just not sure you can do that. Maybe he’s not who you thought anymore. You need to take a step back and see him from an objective lens.<<elseif $Ostat is 'crush'>>It seems you might be slipping further away from each other, and you’d be lying if you said your heart didn’t ache over it. You had hopes of bonding at least in friendship if not more. But now, you’re just not sure you can do that. Maybe he’s not who you thought anymore. You need to take a step back and see him from an objective lens.<<elseif $Ostat is 'distant'>>At the start, you wanted to keep a distance between the two of you. He'd hurt you in the past and maybe you didn't want him to do that again, or maybe it felt like starting over as strangers. Either way, your feelings have warmed from your previous stance, but you still feel the need to see him through a more objective lens.<<elseif $Ostat is 'neutral'>>The last time you considered your feelings about Oswin, you couldn't decide exactly how you felt – warm or cold, friends or not. You still can’t place your finger on any feeling in particular. It may take you longer and you feel you may need to learn more about him and the secrets he’s kept from you.<</if>> [[With those last fleeting thoughts, your eyes begin to get heavy.|3.73]]

You’re not sure what the days to come will bring or if you’re even prepared for any of it. There’s a mixture of feelings as you look ahead. It’s clear there is going to be more risk than you first thought, not to mention that you have no idea what to expect when you make it to the shrine….or should you say //if//? You don’t have much left to lose, right? [[Chapter 4]]

GC not only gives you five main romantic partners to choose from, but there will also be casual sexual encounters. Two of the main cast and some random characters you meet in the wild can be selected for physical encounters. Obviously, you will never be forced to choose a sexual option, but they will be there if it's your type of fun. Be advised that when choosing the explicit scene options, they will be ''graphically'' detailed. There will not only be flowery or metaphorical wording – explicit language will be used, explicit terms, and references to bodily functions/fluids will occur. There will always be a “fade to black” option where the encounter will be briefly summarized with non-graphic text. Your MC will always be given the choice, sometimes multiple times, to change their mind about the encounter. There is always the back button in the menu should you need or want to leave the encounter.

<div style="text-align: center;"><h3>GOD-CURSED</h3></div> <div style="text-align: center;">By: Lunan</div> <div style="text-align: center;">[[Start Story|It begins...]] [[Skip to Chapter 6|Ch 6 Skip]] [[Warnings|Trigger Warnings/Areas of Sensitivity]] [[Game Information|FYI]]</div> *Be advised, the menus/codex are still under construction. If you decide to access anything in the menus/codex, ''SAVE FIRST''. There's been reports of some readers clicking through the codex and getting stuck there. I know there is an issue here, but for now, it is one I cannot fix because I do not know what is wrong and haven't been able to spend the time to really dig into it. The code came from my template, and on my end, I have not been able to recreate the issue because the back button always takes me to my original screen. *This is a work in progress. Corrections are ongoing, especially for spelling and grammar. Things may change as well. *NO AI TRAINING: Any use of this work to “train” generative artificial intelligence (AI) technologies is expressly prohibited. The author reserves all rights to license uses of this work. *Warning: If you found this game anywhere other than itch.io, please stop as it has been stolen and/or hotlinked from the original source. Play the correct version of this game securely by navigating to itch.io. <h6>Copyright: Wings of Ink 2024</h6>

<<set $tellOhead to 'false'>> You give him a small, apologetic smile and shake your head. “I’m fine, just a bit sleep-drunk this morning." Oswin’s brow wrinkles with obvious doubt. “Okay, but if you need something, speak up.” “Sure,” you say, though it feels like a lie. You need to keep pressing onward. Oswin probably doesn’t need another reason to be more anxious anyway. [[Before you know it, you are on the road again.|3.10]]

*Chapter Four <html> <body> <span> <h1 style="font-size:40px;"> <span style="color:red"> <div style="text-align: center;">Into the Shaw</div> </h1> </span> </body> </html> [[Start|Ch4]]

You only get one more full day in the clearing before you and Oswin decide that you're well enough to move on. Part of you wants to stay for another day, but since your tumble from your mount, four days of travel have been lost to your recovery. The trip is already taking much longer than intended, and there will be at least four more full days of travel until you find the path to Valko's shrine. Zahn has been a source of energy for everyone. $Zcapitalheshe is excited to keep traveling with you and at the prospect of going to the shrine, which $Zheshe had let slip no less than five times within your final day at camp. Much to Oswin's disdain, even if Nathanael was not certain of your travel plans before, he certainly knew now. <<if $Zstat is 'neutral'>>Otherwise, $Zheshe is pleasant company. Zahn is social and never leaves a conversation with an awkward pause. Nathan seems to be thankful for $Zhisher company, especially company that is very easily amazed.<<elseif $Zstat is 'friends'>>Otherwise, Zahn has been great company to you, never passing up a chance to sit and chat or have a laugh. $Zcapitalheshe shares easy smiles with you, and makes you feel as if you aren't currently burdened with a curse.<<elseif $Zstat is 'romantic'>>Otherwise, Zahn has been great company to you, never passing up a chance to sit and chat or have a laugh. $Zcapitalheshe shares easy smiles with you, and makes you feel as if you aren't currently burdened with a curse. Zahn seems to have a draw to you, and you've caught $Zhimher watching you from time to time, giving you a happy little wave when you catch $Zhimher.<<elseif $Zstat is 'physical'>>Otherwise, Zahn has been great company to you, never passing up a chance to sit and chat or have a laugh. $Zcapitalheshe shares easy smiles with you, and makes you feel as if you aren't currently burdened with a curse. You notice Zahn's lingering looks at times, both your gazes occasionally getting caught in an orbit all their own. More than once, Zahn has made a point to be unnecessarily close to you - not that you mind at all.<<elseif $Zstat is 'sus'>>Otherwise, $Zheshe appears to be pleasant company. Zahn is social and never leaves a conversation with an awkward pause. Nathan seems to be thankful for $Zhisher company, especially company that is very easily amazed. You watch for it, but you don't really catch anything odd about $Zhisher behavior, but still, you remain careful.<</if>> Oswin, on the other hand, is getting more tense and irritable again just since the previous evening. You have spotted Nathan urging him to partake of his pipe a few times to help settle his nerves. Yet, Oswin has been insisting that he is not nervous or in need of calming. He's been quiet though, when normally, he might take to snapping orders. Over the course of your final day, you spot him standing on the bridge multiple times, watching the water rush as he takes deep breaths. <<if $Ostat2 is 'friends'>>You know how he feels the pressure of your safety and future in his hands. As his friend, you also care about how he's coping, but he has a hard time letting you do anything for him. You understand enough about him that you are certain he isn't usually like this when he's on a job. It's distressing for you to see him like this.<<elseif $Ostat2 is 'romantic'>>You know how he feels the pressure of your safety and future in his hands. As his friend, you also care about how he's coping, but he has a hard time letting you do anything for him. You understand enough about him that you are certain he isn't usually like this when he's on a job. It's distressing for you to see him like this, and you want him to just let you comfort him. You've managed to find small ways to show him you care - handing him something he needs, making sure he receives hot food at meal times, and sending a small smile his way.<<elseif $Ostat2 is 'distant'>>You know he feels the pressure of your safety and future in his hands, so you've given him space to do what he needs to.<<elseif $Ostat2 is 'neutral'>>You know he feels the pressure of your safety and future in his hands, so you've remained amiable and given him the space he needs. As long as you can take care of yourself, it should keep some of the pressure off his shoulders.<</if>> Nathanael prepared to leave for Stonebrook right as the sun peeked through the sky. He readied everything the night before and said his goodbyes in case he was off before you were all awake. Naturally, Oswin made it a point to wake you just as early, keen on hitting the road once the sun fully rose. Again, Shadow was curled up on you through the night and reluctantly hopped off as you woke, though he chattered at you sweetly and gave your chin a ferocious rub against his own plump little cheeks. <<if $mount is 'mule'>>$mountname is so taken with Dainn, that you ended up moving her closer to Nathanael's caravan so she could be in his company during the final day. The gentle giant seemed stoic about her affection at first, but shared his oats and some affectionate nuzzles with her in the end. Had Oswin not awoken you first, her distressed braying as Dainn was hitched up to the caravan would have. Nathan had a few words with her and gave her a tasty apple in apology.<</if>> When the merchant said his goodbyes to you, he promised to get your letter to your fathers. <<if hasVisited("3.64c2a")>>You were very pleased to also purchase several items for the road at a steep discount. You received food and medical supplies for much less than a fair market value. You'd be surprised if Nathanael even broke even, though he insisted, and you got the sense that he didn't necessarily want your money for the items anyway.<<elseif hasVisited("3.64c2b")>>You were very pleased to also purchase several items for the road at a steep discount. You received food and medical supplies for much less than a fair market value. You'd be surprised if Nathanael even broke even, though he insisted, and you got the sense that he didn't necessarily want your money for the items anyway.<<else>>You and Oswin pooled your money together to buy a few items from Nathanael. He provided a discount, so you both at least have enough left to resupply once you get to Codrin. Purchasing food and medical supplies came first, though buying one of his trinkets to entertain you was also tempting.<</if>> Zahn was able to resupply as most of $Zhisher rations were taken on the road either by an animal or human thief none of you were ever able to catch. Nathan took some pity on $Zhisher coin purse as well. He didn't say much when he left, but looked a little forlorn - perhaps just tired. Now, you are staring out at the road ahead, as the sun is just crowing the trees and the birds are waking up. $mountname is packed and ready to go while Oswin snips at Zahn to hurry. You chuckle and shake your head as you think. [[You'll have Zahn ride with you.|4a]] [[You'll have Zahn ride with Oswin.|4b]]

<<if $interest is 'swordin'>>It has been a while since you’ve had the chance to let loose with your sword. You cannot afford to get out of practice, and you know the exercise will do you a world of good. It’s hard to recall when you last sparred with Oswin.<<if $interestwound is 'oswinscar'>> Ever since Oswin accidentally wounded and scarred your arm, it was hard for him to cross swords with you. You’ve been able to get him to practice on rare occasion, but it proves difficult to pull much fervency out of him.<</if>> You grab your sword with it’s sheath and holster as well as some of your armor and head towards Oswin. <<if hasVisited("3.66")>>Though you recently saw him, and the moment was a bit emotional, you hope he will put that aside and simply practice with you.<</if>> You trounce through the wood to find the area Oswin has secluded himself in for nearly the whole day. You hear the tell-tale scraping sound of a blade against a whetstone. Sure enough, as you enter the little gap in the trees, Oswin is focused on sharpening the blade of his sword. <<if hasVisited("3.66")>>It looks as though he took a break after your talk. He’s much less sweaty, though his hair is a bit of a mess and his tunic will definitely need a wash.<<else>>His hair is a bit messy and it appears that his tunic has become stained with sweat.<</if>> You hope that he hasn’t exhausted himself too much to spar with you a bit. He notices you right away as he’s facing the direction you came from. Oswin straightens up and gives you a very small smile and a polite nod. “$mc, what can I do for you?<<if hasVisited("3.66")>> I thought you might want some space after...um, well… Never mind.<</if>>” “I was wondering if you would spar with me a little.” You can see his attitude shift immediately. He takes a deep breath and you can already hear the lecture incoming. <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>You raise your hands in a placating gesture. “Before you start, Oswin, I understand what I’m asking for. I know you want me to rest, and I promise I do feel rested. I just can’t sit and sleep all day. Please.”<<else>>You hold a definitive hand up to stop him. “Oswin, I am perfectly capable of deciding if I am ready and able for this. I don’t want to sit around all damn day. Please.”<</if>> He sighs, his shoulders deflate. “I am sorry if I have hen-pecked you...well, not //if//. I //have// been hen-pecking you. And frankly, I know I will continue to do so. But I can at least be agreeable to your request.” “That’s great.” You smile and move to strap on your sword to your hip. “On one condition.” <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>“I suppose I should have known there was a catch,” you say.<<else>>“Shall we do this blindfolded? Oh! Perhaps light the blades on fire?” you jest.<</if>> “No blades. I’ve just sharpened mine and you did yours just before we left home. For simplicity – and safety’s – sake, let’s not use them.” <<if $interestwound is 'oswinscar'>>You pout – just a little. “Are you worried you will cut me again? Because, that was an accident, I know that.”<<else>>You pout – just a little. “Are you worried about either of us getting hurt?”<</if>> He nods. “I do worry about that, I admit. But that isn’t my only worry. The road ahead may be troublesome, and I’d like ever advantage – including two perfectly sharp blades and fewer risks of wounds.” “If that’s the only way I can get a match out of you, I’ll consent.” You set down your sword and armor to the side by a tree. “Excellent. It’ll be good to practice with you again…” Oswin says as he begins poking around the ground along the line of trees. “I saw just the thing earlier for this…” He bends and grabs two long and sturdy sticks from the ground. He holds one out to you. “Just like when we were kids.” You smirk. “Does this mean you will cheat like you did back then?” Oswin gapes at you. “I //never// cheated.” He’s fighting a smile. You both meet in the middle of the small clearing and take positions. “You used your little brother as a shield!” Your wooden ‘swords’ cross. “It’s not cheating to use the tools at your disposal.” He says as his eyes cool into honed and focused green gems. A fierceness takes over his expression. He is no longer Oswin your childhood friend and travel guide, but Oswin the mercenary. You also square yourself up. You’re no pushover either, and he knows it. Even using blunted sticks won’t save either of you from bruises. Even if the weapon in your hand isn’t your trusted sword, just holding it makes you feel like a caged beast set free. Oswin better show no mercy, for his own safety. <<else>> You may not be vested in swordsmanship, but Da hasn’t let you go without a few lessons, and you’ve watched others plenty through the years. You head over to where the supplies for the horses are being kept and grab Oswin’s spare sword. It’s a much older blade, but like his favored one, he keeps it in pristine condition. <<if hasVisited("3.66")>>Though you recently saw him, and the moment was a bit emotional, you hope he will put that aside and simply practice with you.<</if>> You trounce through the wood to find the area Oswin has secluded himself in for nearly the whole day. You hear the tell-tale scraping sound of a blade against a whetstone. Sure enough, as you enter the little gap in the trees, Oswin is focused on sharpening the blade of his sword. <<if hasVisited("3.66")>>It looks as though he took a break after your talk. He’s much less sweaty, though his hair is a bit of a mess and his tunic will definitely need a wash.<<else>>His hair is a bit messy and it appears that his tunic has become stained with sweat.<</if>> You hope that he hasn’t exhausted himself too much to spar with you a bit. He notices you right away as he’s facing the direction you came from. Oswin straightens up and gives you a very small smile and a polite nod before his face morphs into confusion at the sight of his extra sword. “$mc, what can I do for you?<<if hasVisited("3.66")>> I thought you might want some space after...um, well… Never mind.<</if>>” “I was wondering if you would spar with me a little.” You can see his attitude shift immediately. He takes a deep breath and you can already hear the lecture incoming. <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>You raise your hands in a placating gesture. “Before you start, Oswin, I understand what I’m asking for. I know you want me to rest, and I promise I do feel rested. I just can’t sit and sleep all day. Please. I might be able to learn something useful in any case.”<<else>>You hold a definitive hand up to stop him. “Oswin, I am perfectly capable of deciding if I am ready and able for this. I don’t want to sit around all damn day. Please. I need to //do// something, //learn// something.”<</if>> He sighs, his shoulders deflate. “I am sorry if I have hen-pecked you...well, not //if//. I //have// been hen-pecking you. And frankly, I know I will continue to do so. But I can at least be agreeable to your request.” “That’s great.” You smile and move to strap on your borrowed sword to your hip. “On one condition.” <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>“I suppose I should have known there was a catch,” you say.<<else>>“Shall we do this blindfolded? Oh! Perhaps light the blades on fire?” you jest.<</if>> “No blades. I’ve just sharpened mine, and you are not practiced enough for me to feel certain that you can defend against me. For simplicity – and safety’s – sake, let’s not use them.” You pout – just a little. “If that’s the only way I can get to practice with you, I’ll consent.” You set down blade along the treeline. “Thank you, $mc. I am happy that you’d like to spar a bit. Picking up some practice with a blade could save your life one day,” Oswin says as he begins poking around the ground along the line of trees. “I saw just the thing for this earlier…” He bends and grabs two long and sturdy sticks from the ground. He holds one out to you. “Just like when we were kids.” You smirk. “Does this mean you will cheat like you did back then?” Oswin gapes at you. “I //never// cheated.” He’s fighting a smile. You both meet in the middle of the small clearing and take positions. You think back to the times you watched your da teach Oswin. “You used your little brother as a shield!” Your wooden ‘swords’ cross, but you fumble your footing a bit. “It’s not cheating to use the tools at your disposal.” He says as his eyes cool into honed and focused green gems. A fierceness takes over his expression. He is no longer Oswin your childhood friend and travel guide, but Oswin the mercenary who’s intent on teaching you the meaning of swordsmanship. You square yourself up as much as possible. You're no pushover either even if you haven’t trained much in the sword. <<if $interest is 'choppin'>>How many trees have fallen to your axe over the years? You know the sort of power you bring to this match even if you don’t have the same finesse as Oswin.<<elseif $interest is 'woodin'>>You’re no stranger to blades of all shapes and sizes be they axes, saws, or even chisels. Perhaps you can’t match Oswin’s power, but your finesse is nothing to laugh at.<<elseif $interest is 'archin'>>Wielding a bow has left your arms and shoulders as powerful forces to not be trifled with. Not to mention your natural deftness for aim an accuracy. Both of which make you a force of your own.<<elseif $interest is 'healin'>>Being a healer means that this is generally the exact opposite of what you’re usually busy doing. Long hours on your feet and wrestling patients haven’t made you weak by any stretch. You’re not a swordsman, but you’re strong in your own right.<<elseif $interest is 'tradin'>>Specializing in trade means that you aren’t as accustomed to this sort of thing. But long hours on your feet making deliveries and haggling deals haven’t made you weak by any stretch. You’re not a swordsman, but you’re strong in your own right.<<elseif $interest is 'cookin'>>If this was a knife-fight, you’d win handily. You’ve met few who could match your skills with small blades. Being a cook by profession has made your arms strong. You’ve kneaded dough that was tougher than Oswin Twinflower. You can handle this.<</if>> <</if>> [[You clash.|3.74a]]

Lounging by the campfire, you try to think of what might be a nice gesture. Everyone has had some rough patches on their path here, and you think you have time to do a little something to make one person's day a little better. Options are severely limited given the time and materials you have to work with, but anything extra you can do will be appreciated. You give it some serious thought, picking through all the gestures you could do. You think about wrangling some fish from the stream…but you've already collected what you need from it. You wonder about gathering flowers as a simple gift, but it's still early enough in the growing season that you don't want to rid the area of blooms for the busy insects…like bees. Bees. //Honey//. Honey cakes. Your family's long-standing favorite. [[Baking something simple and sweet would be a charming gesture.|3.77a]]

<<set $Ospar to true>> <<if $interest is 'swordin'>>Your mock-battle starts as a dance. Though most of Oswin’s training began from an expert out of Lale, his style is much more like your da’s. This means, of course, that it is also much like your own. You can read each other well and many of your motions are synchronized as if you had choreographed them beforehand. The clunk of your respective branches is a sad substitute for the ting of actual steel, but it will have to suffice. Once you are home again, you can try to goad Oswin into a real match. Oswin is pressing you hard, showing no mercy. <<if $RecklessCautious > 49>>But you won’t be backed into a corner, you press hard right back meeting his strikes full force and pushing towards him so he hasn’t a moment to breathe. You’ll exhaust him quickly and take the win as he fumbles.<<else>>So you keep to the fringes, making him approach so you can read his movement easily and respond in kind. Each time you duck away, it aggravates him, which you can use against him. You have the endurance and aptitude to play the long game and tire him out.<</if>> He charges suddenly, his wooden ‘sword’ sliding against yours until your hands nearly meet. You’re backed into the trees at the edge of the clearing and Oswin’s face is close to your own. <<if $Ostat is 'crush'>>Your heart quickens as you feel just how strong he’s pushing into you. The muscles of his arms ripple and flex and you nearly lose your focus.<<else>>You struggle to hold out and push back against his raw strength.<</if>> One wrong move now and he’ll topple you over and take the win. You are tiring faster than normal, and it’s a hard realization that your incident on the road has left you a bit weak. Oswin is using so much force...you can turn it against him. You shift your weight suddenly, sending Oswin forward with a jerk. Before he can right himself, you hook your leg and knock him in the back of the knee with your heel. His leg buckles, his balance is lost. [[Finish him.|3.74b]]<<else>>Your mock-battle starts as a dance, though it’s a bit crude on your part, you’re keeping up at the very least. Though most of Oswin’s training began from an expert out of Lale, his style is much more like your da’s. You know your father’s style, and you can imitate it to an extent. Best of all, though, is that you have watched him enough to still read Oswin’s movements. Your motions are almost synchronized as if you had choreographed them beforehand. The clunk of your respective branches is almost comical and you can see Oswin fighting a smile when bits of bark fly, but it will have to suffice. Oswin is pressing you hard, showing no mercy. <<if $RecklessCautious > 49>>But you won’t be backed into a corner, you press hard right back meeting his strikes full force and pushing towards him so he hasn’t a moment to breathe. You’ll exhaust him quickly and take the win as he fumbles.<<else>>So you keep to the fringes, making him approach so you can read his movement easily and respond in kind. Each time you duck away, it aggravates him, which you can use against him. You have the endurance and aptitude to play the long game and tire him out.<</if>> He charges suddenly, his wooden ‘sword’ sliding against yours until your hands nearly meet. You’re backed into the trees at the edge of the clearing and Oswin’s face is close to your own. He does it so easily that you wonder if he’s been playing you this whole time. <<if $Ostat is 'crush'>>Your heart quickens as you feel just how strong he’s pushing into you. The muscles of his arms ripple and flex and you stumble back against a tree as you lose focus.<<else>>You struggle to hold out and push back against his raw strength.<</if>> One wrong move now and he’ll force you down and take the win. You are tiring fast, and it’s a hard realization that your incident on the road has left you a bit weak. Oswin is using so much force...maybe you can turn it against him in time to regain some ground. You shift your weight suddenly, but Oswin figures out your move a split second before you make it. He keeps his balance as you strike at his knee. Your plan is thoroughly dashed, and Oswin immediately turns it against you. You flounder to regain your footing as Oswin makes to disarm you. You put up one last bout of resistance, forcing him close. [[He topples you over onto the ground.|3.74c]] <</if>>

Quickly you disarm him, knocking the mock-sword from his grip as he falls. He reaches for yours as he stumbles to regain footing. You manage to keep it away from him as you forcefully push into him chest-first, looping your leg around his own to trip him once more. You both tumble to the ground in an inelegant pile. Your stick is lost in the fall, and to keep Oswin from reaching it, you pin him below you, your hands locking firmly against his wrists. You are both panting – heaving – from the burst of exercise, but you’re also both smiling. Oswin is prone under you, catching his breath as he fights off a laugh. His hair is sprawled everywhere and you know you probably look a right mess as well. As the adrenaline wears off, you become more aware of your position on top of him – straddling him. [[You stand and give Oswin a hand up.|3.74b1]] [[You’re a little embarrassed and apologize as you scramble off him.|3.74b2]] $flirt_label [[You quite like him underneath you…|3.74b3]] $flirt_label [[Your feelings on it are a jumbled mess, and you are frozen in this unfamiliar position.|3.74b4]]

You try to reach for your weapon, but Oswin seizes your wrists – tossing his own weapon aside to do so. It is clear that you are down for good. Your opponent is atop you, pining your arms down above your head as he sits upon your legs…. [[You’ve definitively lost.|3.74c1]] $flirt_label [[You have never felt so happy to have lost.|3.74c2][$BoldflirtShyflirt to Math.clamp($BoldflirtShyflirt + 4, 0, 100)]] $flirt_label [[You are equal parts embarrassed, excited, shocked, and bashful.|3.74c3][$BoldflirtShyflirt to Math.clamp($BoldflirtShyflirt - 4, 0, 100)]]

It seems that victory is yours. You’re both slipping into a laugh as you pull away from him. <<if $Ostat is 'friend'>>This feels like old times – sparring with sticks, falling down, and succumbing to a fit of giggles afterward. The rush of exercise and the excitement rolling through your veins as that special type of exhaustion settles in – the type that satisfies your soul.<<elseif $Ostat is 'crush'>>You cannot deny the tingle of excitement of being so close to Oswin. You suppose you could have dragged the contact out a bit longer, but maybe now isn’t the best time. Still, your heart feels a bit fluttery in your chest.<<else>>The match was good, and it was satisfying for the both of you it appears. A rush of contentment fills you. The exertion feels good for a change after days of long travel and feeling unwell.<</if>> Once you are on your feet, you hold out a hand to Oswin and he grips it with a firm smack. After he is upright, he briefly pats the dirt and foliage from his clothes. “That was wonderful, $mc,” Oswin starts. “I’m impressed, and I’m glad that you are obviously recovering well after all you’ve been through in recent days.” <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>“Thank you. I have felt much better today, and I really don’t want to get rusty. It’s been too long since I’ve practiced.” “I assure you, your instincts are as sharp as every. As long as you keep rested and well, I don’t see a reason why we can’t do this regularly, right?” You spot a very small grin on Oswin’s lips, one that looks a little hopeful. “Sure, I think that would be a good idea for us both.” “Um…” Oswin begins as you make to turn away. “When we get home too...maybe we can do this again, but properly. Once all this is settled, anytime you want, I’ll...I’ll be there.” <<if $Ostat2 is 'friends'>>A big smile instantly fills your face. “I’d like that. I’ll hold you to it.”<<elseif $Ostat2 is 'romantic'>>A shiver runs over your spine as you see the sincerity in his eyes. You’re shocked for a moment, but give him a tiny nod. “I’d like that.”<<else>>You could be open to this arrangement. As long as Oswin remains amiable it would be a good idea for the both of you. “Sure, I’ll let you know.” You give him a nod.<</if>> <<else>>“Maybe it’s not me recovering, maybe you’re just losing your touch? Getting too old to hold your sword to a sick person, Twinflower?” You smirk. He shakes his head, turning away from you to hide a smile. “I should have known you would be graceless in accepting a compliment. I suppose you’re just too young to have the decorum for such a thing.” You chuckle. “Get off your high horse. You always did love flaunting your measly little four years over me.” “Someone needed to be in charge, and I used my superior experience to share wisdom with you and Emre. You should be grateful.” “Sure, sure – I’ll add gratefulness and decorum to my shopping list.” You barely resist sticking your tongue out at him. “Um…” Oswin begins as you make to turn away. “We should do this more often, if you like. It would be good for us, I think.” <<if $Ostat2 is 'friends'>>A big smile instantly fills your face. “I’d like that. I’ll hold you to it.”<<elseif $Ostat2 is 'romantic'>>A shiver runs over your spine as you see the sincerity in his eyes. You’re shocked for a moment, but give him a tiny nod. “I’d like that.”<<else>>You could be open to this arrangement. As long as Oswin remains amiable it would be a good idea for the both of you. “Sure, I’ll let you know.” You give him a nod.<</if>> <</if>> A tingle of pride rushes through you as you prepare to leave. [[You continue your day.|3.63]]

The dismount is inelegant compared to the take-down you just pulled. You murmur a ‘sorry’ as you scuttle, accidentally elbowing Oswin in the gut as you do so. He grunts, but otherwise waves off your apology. It seems that victory is yours. You’re both slipping into a laugh as Oswin holds his gut for a moment and you find your balance. <<if $Ostat is 'friend'>>This feels like old times – sparring with sticks, falling down, and succumbing to a fit of giggles afterward. The rush of exercise and the excitement rolling through your veins as that special type of exhaustion settles in – the type that satisfies your soul.<<elseif $Ostat is 'crush'>>You cannot deny the tingle of excitement of being so close to Oswin. You suppose you could have dragged the contact out a bit longer, but maybe now isn’t the best time. Still, your heart feels a bit fluttery in your chest.<<else>>The match was good, and it was satisfying for the both of you it appears. A rush of contentment fills you. The exertion feels good for a change after days of long travel and feeling unwell.<</if>> Once you are steady on your feet, you hold out a hand to Oswin and he grips it with a firm smack. After he is upright, he briefly pats the dirt and foliage from his clothes. “That was wonderful, $mc,” Oswin starts. “I’m impressed, and I’m glad that you are obviously recovering well after all you’ve been through in recent days.” <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>“Thank you. I have felt much better today, and I really don’t want to get rusty. It’s been too long since I’ve practiced.” “I assure you, your instincts are as sharp as every. As long as you keep rested and well, I don’t see a reason why we can’t do this regularly, right?” You spot a very small grin on Oswin’s lips, one that looks a little hopeful. “Sure, I think that would be a good idea for us both.” “Um…” Oswin begins as you make to turn away. “When we get home too...maybe we can do this again, but properly. Once all this is settled, anytime you want, I’ll...I’ll be there.” <<if $Ostat2 is 'friends'>>A big smile instantly fills your face. “I’d like that. I’ll hold you to it.”<<elseif $Ostat2 is 'romantic'>>A shiver runs over your spine as you see the sincerity in his eyes. You’re shocked for a moment, but give him a tiny nod. “I’d like that.”<<else>>You could be open to this arrangement. As long as Oswin remains amiable it would be a good idea for the both of you. “Sure, I’ll let you know.” You give him a nod.<</if>> <<else>>“Maybe it’s not me recovering, maybe you’re just losing your touch? Getting too old to hold your sword to a sick person, Twinflower?” You smirk. He shakes his head, turning away from you to hide a smile. “I should have known you would be graceless in accepting a compliment. I suppose you’re just too young to have the decorum for such a thing.” You chuckle. “Get off your high horse. You always did love flaunting your measly little four years over me.” “Someone needed to be in charge, and I used my superior experience to share wisdom with you and Emre. You should be grateful.” “Sure, sure – I’ll add gratefulness and decorum to my shopping list.” You barely resist sticking your tongue out at him. “Um…” Oswin begins as you make to turn away. “We should do this more often, if you like. It would be good for us, I think.” <<if $Ostat2 is 'friends'>>A big smile instantly fills your face. “I’d like that. I’ll hold you to it.”<<elseif $Ostat2 is 'romantic'>>A shiver runs over your spine as you see the sincerity in his eyes. You’re shocked for a moment, but give him a tiny nod. “I’d like that.”<<else>>You could be open to this arrangement. As long as Oswin remains amiable it would be a good idea for the both of you. “Sure, I’ll let you know.” You give him a nod.<</if>> <</if>> A tingle of pride rushes through you as you prepare to leave. [[You continue your day.|3.63]]

<<set $Oflirt +=3>><<set $Osparflirt to true>> Your mind dips into more sensual places. You like the look of him under you – pinned and panting. The way his clothing sticks to his skin, how sweat drips down his throat, how leaves litter his thick black hair. Oswin is vulnerable under you right now, and your mind is reeling over it. You catch yourself wondering what it would be like to make him submit to you even further. Your eyes narrow into a haze of desire. “$mc?” Your thoughts snap back at your name. Oswin is still under you and his face is clearly red and his eyes are wide. <<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 55>>“I’m so sorry, Oswin – I was in a daze...adrenaline I think…” “It’s okay, it happens to the best of us. You fought hard. Sometimes the mind goes a little funny after...um, maybe you should get off – up – now, yes?” <<else>>“Sorry, Oswin...you just…it feels kinda right like this, don’t you think?” You smirk at him. “What?” he asks, the color of his cheeks darkening by the second. “This.” You shift so he feels your weight against his arms and hips. His breathing hiccups, and he turns his face away from you. “You mean your win? I suppose. Of course that would feel...right...to you. Winning...winning is like that. You did well, you...maybe should get off – UP – now. //Please//.” <</if>> “Oh, yes, sorry.” You stand, reaching out to give Oswin a hand up. You notice that his ears are bright red. Oswin clears his throat and turns away from you as he brushes down his clothing, fussing over the front of his tunic for an unusually long moment. When he turns to you, he is smiling a bit at least. “You did very well, $mc. It probably would be good for us to keep you in practice. I insist that you take time to sit and rest yourself though. Don’t overdo it.” He clears his throat again, and you note his eyes dodging away from yours. “I would like that. I don’t think I’m doing so bad if I can best you with a stick.” You can’t help but feel the smallest amount of smug about it. Oswin flips his hands through his hair, dislodging a couple leaves and twigs. “Before you get too cocky, remember that I’ve been doing drills for the last four hours at least. If you’d like to try again tomorrow morning, I’ll be sure to make it quick.” The smugness immediately leaves your body. “Point taken.” He smiles and places a hand to your shoulder. “I say that because I can’t help but be an ass about it, I hope you know. You really did perform wonderfully, and you genuinely outwitted me.” A tingle of pride rushes through you. [[You continue your day.|3.63]]

<<set $Oflirt +=3>><<set $Osparflirt to true>> It is difficult for you to comprehend what just transpired. The smile quickly disappears from your face, and now you’re not certain what expression you must be making. Your heart is racing, more so than it did during the spar. You can’t look away from Oswin’s gaze. What do you do now? Heat ripples across the surface of your skin, traveling from your chest to your neck and down your arms. Thought is robbed from you as Oswin shifts suddenly, flinging one leg out and around as he rolls the two of you over. His arms easily break free of your grip, and you find your own wrists have been seized into his grasp. Now you are flat on your back with Oswin looming over you. The intensity in his expression is like nothing you’ve ever seen. His entire face is shadowed with only a sliver of his eyes visible, but his stare is completely focused on your face. You are caught. You are prey. The wolf will devour you...but you are inclined to let him. He’s so close to your face. The feeling of his weight against you is toying with your instincts. “Don’t get distracted, $mc.” Oswin says with his voice rough and low. “Clinch your victory...lest it be wrenched from you in a moment.” You nod, unable to look away from his eyes. He stays upon you a moment longer, just looking at you before his eyes go wide and he scrambles off. Oswin tugs you to your feet before turning away and dusting off his clothing. He fusses over his tunic for an awkward amount of time before turning back to you. “You did very well. It probably would be good for us to keep you in practice. I insist that you take time to sit and rest yourself though. Don’t overdo it.” He clears his throat again, and you note his eyes dodging away from yours. “I would like that. I don’t think I’m doing so bad if I can best you with a stick.” You can’t help but feel the smallest amount of smug about it. Oswin flips his hands through his hair, dislodging a couple leaves and twigs. “Before you get too cocky, remember that I’ve been doing drills for the last four hours at least. If you’d like to try again tomorrow morning, I’ll be sure to make it quick.” The smugness immediately leaves your body. “Point taken.” He smiles and places a hand to your shoulder. “I say that because I can’t help but be an ass about it, I hope you know. You really did perform wonderfully, and you genuinely outwitted me. In a real fight, be sure to never lose your focus, even if victory seems sure.” A tingle of pride rushes through you, as does a flutter of embarrassment. [[You continue your day.|3.63]]

You chuckle and drop your head to the ground. It was a good match. At least it felt that way to you. Victory had flitted right before your eyes, you’re sure of it. Perhaps if you do this again, it will come to you. Oswin stays upon you a moment longer, just looking at you before his eyes go wide and he scrambles off. He tugs you to your feet before dusting off his clothing. “You did very well. It probably would be good for us to keep you in practice. I insist that you take time to sit and rest yourself though. Don’t overdo it.” He clears his throat again, and you note his eyes dodging away from yours. “That may be a good idea. Maybe we can find some nice sticks to keep with us.” You smile. Oswin matches your grin before looking away and then rubbing the back of his head. “<<if $interest is 'choppin'>>I wanted to say...your strength deeply impressed me. Considering all you’ve been through and that you don’t train in the sword as much...I was truly worried you’d cut me down – stick or no stick.<<elseif $interest is 'woodin'>>I wanted to say...your guile is something else. I’m ashamed to say that I did not expect such finesse. I truly thought you were going to out-maneuver me.<<elseif $interest is 'archin'>>I wanted to say...your deftness impressed me, and I felt real power in your swing. Considering all you’ve been through and that you don’t train in the sword as much...I was truly worried you’d cut me down – stick or no stick.<<elseif $interest is 'healin'>>I wanted to say...your grit is something else. I’m ashamed to say that I did not expect such tenacity. I truly thought you were going to out-smart me.<<elseif $interest is 'tradin'>>I wanted to say...your cleverness is something else. I’m ashamed to say that I did not expect such tenacity. I truly thought you were going to out-smart me.<<elseif $interest is 'cookin'>>I wanted to say...your strength deeply impressed me – maybe even scared me a moment. Considering all you’ve been through and that you don’t train in the sword as much...I was truly worried you’d cut me down – stick or no stick.<</if>>” You are shocked. Oswin, a grumpy swordsman of over a decade was impressed by your skill. <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>This is something to be proud of. You share a smile with him, and make plans to brag about this to your da.<<else>>You are definitely going to tease him about this for years to come. You smirk at him, and he immediately looks as if he regrets everything.<</if>> Oswin pats some dirt off the knees of his trousers. “Not to dash your pride, but remember that I’ve been doing drills for the last four hours at least. If you’d like to try again tomorrow morning, I’ll be sure to make it even quicker.” Any remaining smugness immediately leaves your body. “Point taken.” He smiles and places a hand to your shoulder. “I say that because I can’t help but be an ass about it, I hope you know. You really did perform wonderfully.” [[You continue your day.|3.63]]

<<set $Oflirt +=3>><<set $Osparflirt to true>> The intensity in his expression is like nothing you’ve ever seen. His entire face is shadowed with only a sliver of his eyes visible, but his stare is completely focused on your face. You are caught. You are prey. The wolf will devour you...but should you just let him? Your emotions are a mess. The whole moment has made your heart race, your face heats, and sent tingles all across your body. You have never wanted to both hide and lay yourself bare in the same moment. What is Oswin thinking right now? Is he feeling the same heat as you? It is difficult for you to comprehend what just lead you both to this point. You’re not certain what expression you must be making. You can’t look away from Oswin’s gaze. What do you do now? The heat rippling across your face, travels to your chest and neck and down your arms. <<if $virgin is false>> This position is doing you no favors, and you’re not even sure if Oswin realizes what it looks like...what it feels like. The sensation of his weight against you is toying with your instincts. <</if>> <<if $virgin is true>>The sensation of his weight against you is toying with your heart and body in ways that you aren’t sure you fully understand.<</if>> He stays upon you a moment longer, just looking at you before his eyes go wide and he scrambles off. Oswin tugs you to your feet before turning away and dusting off his clothing. He fusses over his tunic for an awkward amount of time before turning back to you. “You did very well. It probably would be good for us to keep you in practice. I insist that you take time to sit and rest yourself though. Don’t overdo it.” He clears his throat again, and you note his eyes dodging away from yours. “That may be a good idea. Maybe we can find some nice sticks to keep with us.” You smile. Oswin matches your grin before looking away and then rubbing the back of his head. “<<if $interest is 'choppin'>>I wanted to say...your strength deeply impressed me. Considering all you’ve been through and that you don’t train in the sword as much...I was truly worried you’d cut me down – stick or no stick.<<elseif $interest is 'woodin'>>I wanted to say...your guile is something else. I’m ashamed to say that I did not expect such finesse. I truly thought you were going to out-maneuver me.<<elseif $interest is 'archin'>>I wanted to say...your deftness impressed me, and I felt real power in your swing. Considering all you’ve been through and that you don’t train in the sword as much...I was truly worried you’d cut me down – stick or no stick.<<elseif $interest is 'healin'>>I wanted to say...your grit is something else. I’m ashamed to say that I did not expect such tenacity. I truly thought you were going to out-smart me.<<elseif $interest is 'tradin'>>I wanted to say...your cleverness is something else. I’m ashamed to say that I did not expect such tenacity. I truly thought you were going to out-smart me.<<elseif $interest is 'cookin'>>I wanted to say...your strength deeply impressed me – maybe even scared me a moment. Considering all you’ve been through and that you don’t train in the sword as much...I was truly worried you’d cut me down – stick or no stick.<</if>>” You are shocked. Oswin, a grumpy swordsman of over a decade was impressed by your skill. <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>This is something to be proud of. You share a smile with him, and make plans to brag about this to your da.<<else>>You are definitely going to tease him about this for years to come. You smirk at him, and he immediately looks as if he regrets everything.<</if>> [[You continue your day.|3.63]]

<<set $Oflirt +=3>><<set $Osparflirt to true>> The intensity in his face is like nothing you’ve ever seen. His entire face is shadowed with only a sliver of his eyes visible, but his stare is completely focused on your face. You are caught. You are prey. The wolf will devour you...but you are inclined to let him. Your mind dips into more sensual places. You like the look of him above you – having dominion over your body. You can see the way his clothing sticks to his skin, how sweat drips down his throat and disappears down his tunic. You’re vulnerable under him, and your mind is reeling over it. You catch yourself wondering what it would be like to submit even further. Your heart thumps noticeably within your chest. He’s so close to you. <<if $virgin is false>> This position is doing you no favors, and you’re not even sure if Oswin realizes what it looks like...what it feels like. The sensation of his weight against you is toying with your instincts. <</if>>It is difficult for you to comprehend what just transpired to land you in this position. You thought you had him, but he caught on to you so quickly that it is like he read your mind. You’re not certain what expression you must be making now, but you can’t look away from Oswin’s gaze. What do you do now? Heat ripples across the surface of your skin, traveling from your chest to your neck and down your arms. What does he want to do? He stays upon you a moment longer, just looking at you before his eyes go wide and he scrambles off. Oswin tugs you to your feet before turning away and dusting off his clothing. He fusses over his tunic for an awkward amount of time before turning back to you. “You did very well. It probably would be good for me to give you some lessons going forward, but I insist that you take time to sit and rest yourself for now. Don’t overdo it.” He clears his throat again, and you note his eyes dodging away from yours. “That may be a good idea. Maybe we can find some nice sticks to keep with us.” You smile. Oswin matches your grin before looking away and then rubbing the back of his head. “<<if $interest is 'choppin'>>I wanted to say...your strength deeply impressed me. Considering all you’ve been through and that you don’t train in the sword as much...I was truly worried you’d cut me down – stick or no stick.<<elseif $interest is 'woodin'>>I wanted to say...your guile is something else. I’m ashamed to say that I did not expect such finesse. I truly thought you were going to out-maneuver me.<<elseif $interest is 'archin'>>I wanted to say...your deftness impressed me, and I felt real power in your swing. Considering all you’ve been through and that you don’t train in the sword as much...I was truly worried you’d cut me down – stick or no stick.<<elseif $interest is 'healin'>>I wanted to say...your grit is something else. I’m ashamed to say that I did not expect such tenacity. I truly thought you were going to out-smart me.<<elseif $interest is 'tradin'>>I wanted to say...your cleverness is something else. I’m ashamed to say that I did not expect such tenacity. I truly thought you were going to out-smart me.<<elseif $interest is 'cookin'>>I wanted to say...your strength deeply impressed me – maybe even scared me a moment. Considering all you’ve been through and that you don’t train in the sword as much...I was truly worried you’d cut me down – stick or no stick.<</if>>” You are shocked. Oswin, a grumpy swordsman of over a decade was impressed by your skill. <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>This is something to be proud of. You share a smile with him, and make plans to brag about this to your da.<<else>>You are definitely going to tease him about this for years to come. You smirk at him, and he immediately looks as if he regrets everything.<</if>> [[You continue your day.|3.63]]

As Zahn speed-walks to strap $Zhisher pack to Flit's saddle, you approach. "Zahn, would you like to ride with me?" $Zcapitalheshe perks up, forgetting that Oswin is scowling in $Zhisher direction. "I'd love to!" You're just about to discuss $Zhisher preference for the front or back of the saddle, when Oswin cuts in. "If that is how you want to ride, I insist that Zahn sit behind you." <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>You raise a brow at Oswin. "Do you mind telling me why you prefer that? We haven't even discussed it yet."<<else>>You turn to face him with a hand on your hip. "Oswin, we're perfectly capable of making this decision. My preference should matter here."<</if>> Oswin pats Flits shoulder as she noses at him in return. "$mountname is yours, and you are feeling well - you should be in control. And if your condition degrades and Zahn is behind you, $Zheshe will be in a position to better support you. I'd rather avoid tying you to the saddle or to Zahn to keep you upright." Zahn perks up. "I mean, I'm okay with that!" $Zcapitalheshe fiddles with a rope looped on your saddlebags. "Fine," you say. <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>"That sounds logical, I have to admit. Perhaps on the way home, we can change up how we ride if we want."<<else>>"It makes sense - for now - but on the way home, I'll decide how I want to ride."<</if>> "Fine by me - as long as you are well." Oswin nods. Zahn interjects again. "I //am// going home with you too?" You hadn't confirmed that yet. <<if $Zstat is 'neutral'>>There's probably no harm in taking Zahn home, $Zheshe is on some sort of pilgrimage, so it would make sense that $Zheshe would want to travel to multiple towns.<<elseif $Zstat is 'friends'>>It could be great fun to take Zahn and show $Zhimher your home. You're certain that Papa and Da would be happy to meet a friend you made while on your first (almost) solo adventure.<<elseif $Zstat is 'romantic'>>It would be great fun to take Zahn and show $Zhimher your home. You're certain that Papa and Da would be happy to meet such a special friend you made while on your first (almost) solo adventure. Plus, that means you'd get to spend a lot more time with $Zhimher.<<elseif $Zstat is 'physical'>>It would be great fun to take Zahn and show $Zhimher your home. You're certain that Papa and Da would be happy to meet such a special friend you made while on your first (almost) solo adventure. Plus, that means you'd get to spend a lot more time with $Zhimher and maybe you can get even //closer//.<<elseif $Zstat is 'sus'>>Could there be harm in taking Zahn home with you? $Zcapitalheshe says $Zheshe is on some sort of pilgrimage, so it would make sense that $Zheshe would want to travel to multiple towns. Only time will tell if you and Oswin will feel safe enough to bring Zahn with you to Stonebrook.<</if>> "We'll see." Oswin shakes you from your thoughts. "Both of you get comfortable and we'll be on our way. The road from here is much rougher and steeper. It's more uneven and will slow the mounts, so we'll let them set the pace. There are lots of streams in this area, so we will travel as much as possible each day and can make camp wherever we're at. At night, we will each take shifts on watch and stay close together. If the rains have been heavy, the road will be slick, just be prepared." Oswin stamps off without another word and hops into Flit's saddle. Zahn looks at you and is quiet for a moment. "Well…that was…really soldiery." $Zcapitalheshe laughs. You chuckle as you give $mountname a pat on the neck. "Guess we should do as we've been ordered then." <<set $Zahn4ride to true>> [[It's time to set off.|4.1]]

As Zahn speed-walks to strap $Zhisher pack to Flit's saddle, you approach. "Zahn, would you be okay riding with Oswin?" "Sure!" $Zcapitalheshe gives you a big grin, not minding that Oswin is scowling in $Zhisher direction. "I don't mind! As long as we can talk a little.<<if $Zstat is 'physical'>> Don't get me wrong, I would like to be close to you too, but maybe when Oswin isn't watching.<</if>>" <<if $Zstat is 'physical'>>You chuckle. "I guess I'll remember that."<</if>> You make to recheck that $mountname's tack is secure. "Think we should check with Oswin first?" Zahn shakes $Zhisher head. "I don't think he'll mind. I don't feel like he thinks I'm trustworthy yet, and he'd rather deal with me than put you in any possible harm." You blink at Zahn. "But I don't mind! I understand. I feel good about you both I think now. I like Nathan too; I want to see him again. Trust just takes time, and it's okay if you or Oswin still feel tense." $Zcapitalheshe fidgets, rubbing $Zhisher hands together. "<<if $Zstat is 'neutral'>>That's understandable. It just takes time to adjust, especially for Oswin. We'll have some time still to get to know each other though.<<elseif $Zstat is 'friends'>>I understand that. I feel like we're friends now, or the beginning of friends if you prefer. Oswin will take more time, he's just like that.<<elseif $Zstat is 'romantic'>>I understand that. I feel like we're friends now, or the beginning of friends if you prefer. Oswin will take more time, he's just like that. But as for me, I do trust you.<<elseif $Zstat is 'physical'>>I understand that. I feel like we're friends now, or the beginning of friends if you prefer. Oswin will take more time, he's just like that. But as for me, I do trust you.<<elseif $Zstat is 'sus'>>That's understandable. It just takes time to adjust, especially for us. We'll have some time still to get to know each other though.<</if>>" You give Zahn a friendly nod. "That's true," $Zheshe says, "we have time." Oswin interrupts. "Time for what?" Zahn jumps and yips in fright. <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>You shake your head.<<else>>You snicker.<</if>> "We were discussing riding arrangements. I thought Zahn should ride with you." Oswin's brow quirks up. "And you need time for that?" "I was saying, we still have time to get to know and trust each other." He nods, but doesn't look convinced. "The riding arrangements are fine by me, since you are feeling well, you should do what you feel comfortable with." "On the way home, we can change up how we ride if we want." "Fine by me - as long as you are well." Oswin nods. Zahn interjects. "I'm going home with you too?" You hadn't thought about that yet. <<if $Zstat is 'neutral'>>There's probably no harm in taking Zahn home, $Zheshe is on some sort of pilgrimage, so it would make sense that $Zheshe would want to travel to multiple towns.<<elseif $Zstat is 'friends'>>It could be great fun to take Zahn and show $Zhimher your home. You're certain that Papa and Da would be happy to meet a friend you made while on your first solo adventure.<<elseif $Zstat is 'romantic'>>It would be great fun to take Zahn and show $Zhimher your home. You're certain that Papa and Da would be happy to meet such a special friend you made while on your first solo adventure. Plus, that means you'd get to spend a lot more time with $Zhimher.<<elseif $Zstat is 'physical'>>It would be great fun to take Zahn and show $Zhimher your home. You're certain that Papa and Da would be happy to meet such a special friend you made while on your first solo adventure. Plus, that means you'd get to spend a lot more time with $Zhimher and maybe you can get even //closer//.<<elseif $Zstat is 'sus'>>Could there be harm in taking Zahn home with you? $Zcapitalheshe says $Zheshe is on some sort of pilgrimage, so it would make sense that $Zheshe would want to travel to multiple towns. Only time will tell if you and Oswin will feel safe enough to bring Zahn with you to Stonebrook.<</if>> "We'll see." Oswin shakes you from your thoughts. "Both of you get comfortable and we'll be on our way. The road from here is much rougher and steeper. It's more uneven and will slow the mounts, so we'll let them set the pace. There are lots of streams in this area, so we will travel as much as possible each day and can make camp wherever we're at. At night, we will each take shifts on watch and stay close together. If the rains have been heavy, the road will be slick, just be prepared." Oswin stamps off without another word and hops into Flit's saddle. Zahn looks at you and is quiet for a moment. "Well…that was…really soldiery." $Zcapitalheshe laughs. You chuckle as you give $mountname a pat on the neck. "Guess we should do as we've been ordered then." <<set $Zahn4ride to false>> [[It's time to set off.|4.1]]

A half-day's journey is all it takes to notice a significant change in the terrain. Just as you were warned, the land is slick with mud, the road narrows even more and much of it sets at an incline for several paces before leveling out again. Flit leads carefully, Oswin trusting her instincts completely. The way she navigates makes you wonder if there is a goat somewhere in her lineage. $mountname is <<if $mount is 'chessy'>>diligent, following Flit's steps almost exactly as she keeps a bit away to watch her carefully. She doesn't seem to like the mud very much and snorts each time she hits an especially soft spot in the road.<<elseif $mount is 'eb'>>muscling through. He doesn't always follow Flit's lead, but makes his own path, keeping close enough he could nose Flit's rear if he wanted. You have a feeling that's intentional. He's steady and determined, so you're allowing him to set his pace.<<elseif $mount is 'bay'>>handling the road with surprising grace considering his size. He's steady and careful, seeming to understand how he needs to move considering how large he is. Some rough patches, he can simply step over when other horses would have to wade through. You dread cleaning the mud from the feathering around his hooves.<<elseif $mount is 'mule'>>determined as ever. Oswin had to insist early on that you make sure your spunky mule stays behind Flit as she has seemed eager to overtake the poor horse. It has also become very clear that she //loves// mud. She tackles the road with relative ease and seems to intentionally plod through puddles. Her hooves will be a nightmare to clean.<</if>> Everyone was quiet when you first set out, even Zahn. As the day has worn on, Zahn's resolve to be silent flounders. You can tell $Zheshe is trying to be quiet for Oswin's sake, and you think $Zhimher making it half the first day without speaking much is a wild success. "Should we play a game?" Zahn chirps. "No," Oswin says, his voice flat. <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"What would we even play?" you ask.<<else>>"Oh, come on, Oswin - it's isn't like we have other pressing things to do."<</if>> He huffs. "Do what you want, as long as the road remains uneventful." Zahn stifles a chuckle <<if $Zahn4ride is true>>and nudges against your back gently<<else>>and turns in $Zhisher seat to send you a warm smile<</if>>. "Since we can't play cards or anything, let's play a guessing game!" $mountname seems to groan, and it seems like too much of a coincidence to you. Just how smart is your <<if $mount is 'mule'>>mule<<else>>horse<</if>>? Zahn continues with enthusiasm. "So, I will think of something - it just has to be a person, place, or a thing. You two ask me questions until you can figure out what it is." $Zcapitalheshe smiles triumphantly. "I'm ready when you are - start asking!" As you're thinking for a moment on how to direct your line of questioning, Oswin interrupts, much to your surprise. "Is it a food?" He turns and gives you a coy grin. Zahn groans. "Yes," $Zheshe says sheepishly. [[This will be a short game…|4.2]]

To no one's surprise, Zahn's first four items in the game are food related. Oswin entertains a couple rounds with you, stumping you and the pilgrim on the word 'air' for nearly half of an hour. <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>The game is a bit silly, but it does pass the time in an easy way.<<else>>The game was just what you needed to pass the time.<</if>> You all got a couple laughs, mostly out of poor Zahn's lack of imagination and predictability. The remainder of the first day is otherwise boring. You watch as the terrain continues to change. The trees get larger and thicker. You begin to feel less of the sun and more of a chill through the shaded road, and you spot the eyes of little animals watching you cautiously from the edge of the road. They are so unused to people, that some don't know to be leery - and others overreact in their haste to escape.<<if $mark is 'tree'>> You feel an energetic shiver up and down your spine at times as you stare out into the trees. You've never seen a forest quite this lush before. The sensation almost makes you smile.<<elseif $mark is 'plants'>> You feel an energetic shiver up and down your spine at times as you stare out into the thicket. You've never seen a forest quite this lush before. The sensation almost makes you smile.<</if>> Everything goes easy and before you know it, you're at camp. It's tight - a small patch of ground nestled among trees and brush - but it's a big enough area for a small fire and three bedrolls. True to what Oswin had said, there is a stream close by. Yet again - even making camp goes easy. The horses are cared for and everyone sits down to have a simple meal…. And then you hear thunder. It sounds as if something enormous has fallen from the sky onto the forest. It rolls and rolls as you feel the ground beneath you quake.<<if $mark is 'storm'>> You feel an energetic shiver up and down your spine as the power of the storm to come makes its presence known. Oddly, the sensation almost makes you smile.<</if>> A storm may make camping a little less easy if the rains or winds are rough. The trees will provide some shelter, but you'll all be stuck wearing your cloaks and hoods. [[As long as you stay dry, it shouldn't be too bad just for the night.|4.3]]

But it wasn't just for one night. It stormed and rained into the next day. Travel was even slower and very uncomfortable. The second evening held a reprieve from the rain, though thick mud made everything more difficult. Thankfully, you and Oswin had thick cloaks to shed the moisture, but Zahn only had cloth ones, so Oswin parted with an extra felted-wool blanket he had packed. You were all very thankful for a rain free night the second day, but it rained again while you were on the road the next. The mounts were getting more fussy and restless the further into the Shaw you traveled, and you wondered if they were feeding off of Oswin's sour mood. He was eager to get you to the shrine in good time since you'd already been delayed, but the rain was easily adding on another day or even two for the journey. The only fortunate thing was that travel, though cumbersome, was uneventful. Wild animals kept clear from you - the rain probably playing a part in that - and the mounts were doing their best even if they were a bit stressed. Zahn tried hard to lift everyone's spirits. $Zcapitalheshe attempted more guessing games and conversation, and was always equipped with an easy smile. <<if $Zstat is 'romantic'>>It was plain to see that Zahn favored you - sitting close and wanting $Zhisher bedroll next to yours. $Zcapitalheshe would try to let you rest longer before waking you for a nightwatch shift as well.<<elseif $Zstat is 'physical'>>It was plain to see that Zahn favored you - sitting close and wanting $Zhisher bedroll next to yours. $Zcapitalheshe would try to let you rest longer before waking you for a nightwatch shift as well.<</if>><<if $Ostat2 is 'friends'>> Oswin fussed over you more than his usual amount, which some might say is already excessive. He made sure you were fed first at meals, even if you tried to dodge him. He checked how you were feeling regularly - touching your forehead at each break and at camp to see if you had any fever.<<elseif $Ostat2 is 'romantic'>> Oswin fussed over you more than his usual amount, which some might say is already excessive. He made sure you were fed first at meals, even if you tried to dodge him. He checked how you were feeling regularly - touching your forehead at each break and at camp to see if you had any fever. More than a few instances, he had held your face gently and looked closely into your eyes to check them for redness. Each time, you caught Zahn trying to hide a grin.<</if>> Despite being a little damp, a little tired, and a little bored - things weren't bad, not as much as they could be… [[A comforting thought as you venture into the third night.|4.4]]

You and your traveling companions sit around a small fire, during a reprieve from the rains. The sun set a while ago, and you've all just eaten your fill of the trail stew that you are growing very tired of. Thankfully, you happened upon some wild onions while searching for a campsite, which helped the flavor immensely. <<if $interest is 'cookin'>>You miss all your herbs, spices, and cookware back home. You brought what you could, but your skills (and supplies) as a cook have felt mostly wasted on this trip. <</if>>Despite the delay, Oswin estimates that your rationed food will last until you can get to the city. Zahn has proven to be an expert shot with $Zhisher bow, and has been able to obtain the odd fish or hare for your meals if anyone desired fresh meat. You yawn, <<if $hobby is 'singing'>>the song you were humming getting lost to the air.<<elseif $hobby is 'drawing'>>your eyes going watery until you can no longer see what you are sketching.<<elseif $hobby is 'sculpting'>>fumbling the little bit of clay you've been playing with.<<elseif $hobby is 'storytelling'>>your eyes watering until you can no longer make out the words you've written in your journal.<<elseif $hobby is 'whittling'>>setting your whittling knife to the side so you don't ruin your project.<<elseif $hobby is 'needlework'>>setting your needle aside so you don't prick your finger.<</if>> Oswin's tired green eyes blink at you slowly; you're not even sure if he really sees you at his point. The bags under them make him look so much older. You eye Zahn studying him too, brow wrinkled in worry. "Hey Ozy." Zahn starts. You wince, waiting for the backlash. Oswin only sighs. "Wow, you must be exhausted," Zahn says. "Last time I called you that, you threw a rock at my head." "I've only got a stick with me, and it's quite small," Oswin remarks. "What do you need, Zahn?" "Well, nothing. It's what you need. Me and $mc will take the first watches tonight. You need to try to get more sleep." Zahn puffs up $Zhisher chest, deepening $Zhisher voice. "And I'm not taking no for an answer." $Zcapitalheshe waves an arrow around as if it's a sword. You wince again waiting for Oswin's rebuttal. But it never comes. He nods. He actually agrees, and without much more than a grunted 'thank you,' he plops on his bedroll next to you. <<if $Ostat2 is 'friends'>>You gingerly reach out and pat his shoulder, pulling up his blanket to his chest as he gives you a small smile.<<elseif $Ostat2 is 'romantic'>>You gingerly reach out and pat his shoulder, pulling up his blanket to his chest as he gives you a small smile. <<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>Ever so slightly, you graze his jaw with the back of your hand, gently tucking his hair away from his face.<<else>>You slowly run your fingers through his bangs, gently pushing the hair away from his face.<</if>> His eyes close, and you think you see a tinge of red upon his cheeks in the firelight.<<elseif $Ostat2 is 'distant'>>You mumble a quick 'goodnight' to him as he covers up with a blanket.<<elseif $Ostat2 is 'neutral'>>You tell him 'goodnight' as he covers up with his blanket.<</if>> Flit plods the short distance over, and sniffs at him, seeming to check on his condition before returning to her position next to $mountname. You watch Zahn for a moment before $Zheshe starts mouthing words to you. With the words come wild hand gestures that make zero sense at first. $Zcapitalheshe clearly doesn't want Oswin to hear this message, so you sit and watch for a while, slowly piecing it all together. Very slowly. Zahn wants you both to take watch for the whole night and leave Oswin to sleep. You agree, knowing that he needs extra rest more than either of you right now. Zahn gestures that $Zheshe will take the first watch, so you get comfortable on your bedroll, hoping that the rains stay away for the entire night. You relax and breathe, already being whisked away by the quiet sound of Zahn's humming. You vaguely hear the hoot of an owl in the distance as your eyes close and your mind shuts off for a quiet night. [[Until you hear a howl.|4.5]]

Your eyes snap open and you sit up. Zahn's eyes are huge, looking in the direction of the sound. It's distant, you're at least sure of that. The solemn sound drifts off into the wind and dissipates. You and Zahn look at each other, but Oswin doesn't even stir. In heavy silence you wait, but no other calls sound. Zahn sighs and nods at you. You make to lay back down when another howl rings out - still distant, but from a another direction. Zahn's worried expression intensifies. You whisper, "I'm sure it's fine. They're far away." Just as Zahn seems to concede with a nod, a cacophony of howls begin to echo around you from all directions. Most of them are distant - but chillingly - some are much closer to your camp than the others. Oswin sits up as the howls begin to fade out, punctuated with a few yips drifting in through the trees. He looks to both of you before simply yawning and lying back down. Zahn looks like $Zheshe is about to scream, so you raise a hand to placate $Zhimher and make to rouse Oswin. "Oswin? Did you not hear that?" He doesn't even open his eyes. "Yes, it's just wolves, $mc. The Shaw is home to many." "Aren't you worried about that!?" Zahn's voice raises in pitch, but $Zheshe keeps the volume low. There is clear panic etched in $Zhisher face. "No," he responds flatly. "Why not?" Zahn insists. Oswin finally sits up. "Wolves do not hunt humans. We don't look like food to them, it's spring and they have plenty to hunt. They're just calling to each other." Zahn shakes $Zhisher head vigorously. "Calling? More like planning. They caught wind of three tasty morsels just sitting here and-" "They're looking for mates, eating you is the last thing on their minds right now. Why would they announce it by crying to the moon?" Oswin plops back down and covers up as a few more distant howls ring out. He mumbles, "You'd be too stringy to eat anyway." <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"It's okay, Zahn. He knows what he's talking about." You give $Zhimher a gentle smile.<<else>>"He's right, you would be a bit stringy." You give $Zhimher a playful smile.<</if>> "Would it make you feel better if I took first watch?" Zahn's blue eyes shine pitifully at you. "Yes. If you don't mind." "It's fine. I can handle it." [[You hope for an uneventful night.|4.6]]

The howls carried on for nearly an hour into your watch and then tapered off. You found it surprising that Flit and $mountname didn't stir much, they merely looked up and around while the howling carried on, but otherwise paid no mind. Thankfully, Zahn managed to sleep through most of it, and was decently rested when you awoke $Zhimher for $Zhisher shift. Oswin slept peacefully through the exchange and Zahn seemed relieved of $Zhisher anxieties about the wolves. You also slept well for the rest of that night, and Oswin griped at you for not rousing him for his shift on watch. <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>You simply smiled back.<<else>>You simply stuck your tongue out at him.<</if>> He was irritated - or pretended to be - until he thanked both you and Zahn with red cheeks. The road on the next day was blissfully free of rain until the afternoon. You swear that your mounts both groaned as soon as the drops of water began to pelt them. <<if $Zahn4ride is true>>You also heard Zahn grumble from behind you,<<if $Zstat is 'friends'>> gently leaning against you in search of comfort<<elseif $Zstat is 'romantic'>> gently leaning against you in search of comfort as $Zhisher hands gripped your cloak<<elseif $Zstat is 'physical'>> gently leaning against you in search of comfort as $Zhisher hands gripped your cloak<<else>> spitting curses at the weather<</if>>.<</if>> It rained the entire night as well, and just like before, the howls began just as you were bedding down. They felt closer still. Zahn was rattled, and this time the mounts seemed disquieted, even Flit began to groan anxiously when the chorus of wolves became loud and almost constant. <<if $mount is 'chessy'>>$mountname also seemed to fret, stomping her feet as she looked around for threats. She pressed close to Flit and the two seemed to try and comfort each other.<<elseif $mount is 'eb'>>$mountname was on high alert but otherwise seemed okay. He turned to face Flit, locking his head in with hers in a supportive hug.<<elseif $mount is 'bay'>>$mountname appeared unbothered, and began to gently nibble and nuzzle Flit until she felt a little less worried.<<elseif $mount is 'mule'>>$mountname appeared ready for action, pulling at the end of her lead, as if she was ready to take on a pack of wolves herself.<</if>> Oswin reassured you, Zahn, and the mounts that it was fine. [[It rained heavily the entire next day as well.|4.7]]

Finally. Finally, it is the fifth night since you left the clearing and you are so close to your goal that you can taste it. Oswin estimates that you are a day or day and a half away. If only the rain would give you a break now. You are exhausted as you sit around the fire which is struggling to stay alight. None of you have much of an appetite as it is, so you make due with dried fruits, bits of jerky, and the last of the fresh fruit you received from Nathan. Oswin sits next to you, holding out his hand. You open yours and he sets a piece of hard candy in it. A honey drop. Now where has he been hiding these? You pop the sweet treat in your mouth and Oswin does the same. He whispers, "Don't tell Zahn." "Don't tell me what?" Zahn pipes up and then laughs, turning $Zhisher attention back to the mounts. "Little shit." Oswin grumbles. You chuckle. "Thanks for the treat in any case." "You're welcome. I thought you could use just something. We probably all could, but we're almost there, $mc. This is almost over, I feel it. I read that shrines often had little villages attached, so there's likely buildings we can stay in when we get there. I don't think there will be people living in it. But, we can dry everything out, get a good hot fire going and eat a decent meal at the very least." "That sounds good to me. Especially the dry part." You sigh. "Even for spring, this amount of rainfall is unusual. I wonder if Stonebrook is getting any of it?" You smile. "I hope our garden is doing okay. Papa doesn't have Da's gift for planting, but I'm sure he got the seeds in. All the rows will be crooked, but they'll still grow." Oswin chuckles. "Your da is something else. I've never known a man who could be so particular about how lined up his vegetables were growing…Did I ever tell you that I caught him replanting half of your tomatoes last cycle?" You shake your head and snort. "No! When did that happen?" "It was late in the season, I was returning a sword I had sharpened for him. It had to have been close to sunset, and I found him shifting several of the plants over just a hair to one side to line them up with the others more." He laughs, the sound deep and joyful. "You'd think he was a thief with how he was moving and looking over his shoulder. Scared him shitless when he saw me." You laugh<<if $Ostat2 is 'romantic'>>, leaning into Oswin as the mirth escapes you<</if>>. "<<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>He is so silly sometimes.<<else>>I cannot wait to tease him about that.<</if>>" Oswin chuckles and then quiet slowly creeps in between you both. "I...uh…$mc, I never gave you your gift for your birthday." "Bit of a shift there, yeah?" He nods. "Apparently it's a bad habit of mine to hold things back. Your da tells me that often. I've been…um, reflecting on it, and I want to be better. I want to be better when it comes to //you// especially.<<if $Ostat2 is 'distant'>> You don't have to reciprocate, I understand. But, I feel like I owe you…I feel like I've disrespected you, and I caused this gap between us. I don't expect anything I do to make you want to close that gap and that's okay.<</if>> I just feel that it's the right thing to do. I need to stop…" He sighs. "Stop getting so lost in my head." <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>"I understand," you say. "I'll support you in that endeavor, I promise."<<else>>"I respect that," you say. "If you're an ass though, I reserve the right to tell you so without you wagging a finger at me."<</if>> <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>"Thank you for your kindness, $mc; I do not deserve it. I won't let you down. I may need time, but I promise, I'll press on. For you."<<else>>Oswin chuckles, and proceeds to wiggle all his fingers at you. "You may need to be more specific. Which one?"<</if>> You share a smile together, before you ask the pressing question. "So, did you want to give me this thing now or is it back home?" Oswin shifts around. "I have it. I think…when we get to the shrine. I'll tell you what I was supposed to say that night and I'll give you your gift." [["It's a deal."|4.8]]

As a lull once again settles over your conversation, the wolf chorus that has been haunting your nights begins again. You watch Zahn freeze up as $Zheshe is brushing Flit. Though your nights have been free of wolves, $Zheshe still seems quite scared of them. The cries this time do not seem as numerous as the previous night, nor do they seem as close. Zahn still seems frozen. Oswin speaks up. "Zahn, you're safe. They're not going to come after us." "What if they do? Maybe they're not hunting us, but what if one checks out the camp or something?" $Zcapitalheshe says, voice pitching higher. "If a wolf approaches you - don't move." "//What!?//" Zahn squeaks. "Just wait for it to kill me?" Oswin groans. "You hold your ground. If you run, it will trigger them to chase you. Make yourself look and sound mean, just don't take your eyes off them." Zahn lets out a long groan and then snickers. "Is that why they leave you alone? Because you look and sound so mean?" You stifle a chuckle, and suddenly realize that the rain has finally stopped. With a smile, you make to share your realization with the other two who are about to butt heads yet again… [[Only to be interrupted.|4.9]]

A resonant howl pierces the night, louder than any other you've heard. You all freeze. The sound sits heavy all around you, the song much longer and lower in tone than any of the other howls you've heard. Every other creature around you stills. The owls cease their hooting, frogs hold their croaking, and even the insects stop chirping. The mounts even freeze with ears laid completely flat, and their breathing becoming quick... The howl carries a long time, and you're increasingly aware of your own heartbeat until it fades out. Oswin gives you a bewildered look and Zahn drops to $Zhisher knees. You take a breath to speak when the chorus answers the mysterious call. It sounds as if hundreds of wolves cry back to whatever creature made such a frightful noise. They yip and holler and howl in a cacophony of what may either be a cry of celebration or war. One thing becomes abundantly clear. They are much closer to you than you realized before. Suddenly, Flit grunts and screams in a fit of uncharacteristic nerves. Zahn stands to try and calm her, but her eyes are wild and she begins to buck. Oswin scurries to his feet to soothe her, but she will not listen. <<if $mount is 'chessy'>>$mountname immediately panics as well, feeding off of Flit's nervous energy. They both pull their leads and knock into each other, searching for predators or a means of escape. Oswin barely grabs Zahn in time to avoid a deadly kick from the mares. In a matter of moments, the two horses take off through the forest, easily snapping their leads from the branches they were tethered to.<<elseif $mount is 'eb'>>$mountname tries to stay calm, attempting to soothe Flit by pressing against her. The mare riles him and before you know it, they're both bucking and knocking into each other, searching for predators or a means of escape. Oswin barely grabs Zahn in time to avoid a deadly kick from $mountname. In a matter of moments, the two horses take off through the forest, easily snapping their leads from the branches they were tethered to.<<elseif $mount is 'bay'>>$mountname tries to stay calm, resisting the influence of the panicked mare and backing away from her. The mare spins and runs into him, getting tangled in the reins and tack until they are effectively hooked together. Flit pulls $mountname along and he allows her to lead without much choice. Oswin barely grabs Zahn in time to avoid a deadly kick from Flit. In a matter of moments, Flit takes off through the forest, dragging your horse with her, easily snapping their leads from the branches they were tethered to.<<elseif $mount is 'mule'>>$mountname looks ready for a fight. She lets Flit panic while she keeps her ears flat and brays out a challenge to all the wolves who are calling out. The spooked horse spins and runs into the mule, getting tangled in the reins and tack until they are effectively hooked together. Flit pulls $mountname along and she allows her to lead the charge. Oswin barely grabs Zahn in time to avoid being trampled. In a matter of moments, Flit takes off through the forest with $mountname in tow, easily snapping their leads from the branches they were tethered to.<</if>> [[You've just lost your mounts.|4.10]]

"//Fuck//," says Oswin. You take a ragged breath. It was just a matter of moments. How did it escalate that fast? The howls slow, but still continue all around you. Zahn looks completely shaken. "What was that? That wasn't a wolf. There is no way that was a wolf! Why are they all howling like that now?" [[You comfort Zahn.|4.10a]] [[Oswin handles Zahn.|4.10b]]

<<if $Zstat is 'neutral'>>You gently grab Zahn by the shoulders and get $Zhimher to look you in the eye. "Take it easy, Zahn, we'll figure it out, okay? Just breathe.<<elseif $Zstat is 'friends'>>You gently grab Zahn by the shoulders and get $Zhimher to look you in the eye. "It's okay, it's okay. We're safe right now, Zahn. We're going to figure it out, just try to keep a clear head while we do. Breathe."<<elseif $Zstat is 'romantic'>>You gently turn Zahn towards you by the shoulders and cup $Zhisher face in your hands so your eyes lock. "It's okay, it's okay. We're safe right now, Zahn. We're going to figure it out, just try to keep a clear head while we do. Breathe."<<elseif $Zstat is 'physical'>>You gently turn Zahn towards you by the shoulders and cup $Zhisher face in your hands so your eyes lock. "It's okay, it's okay. We're safe right now, Zahn. We're going to figure it out, just try to keep a clear head while we do. Breathe."<<elseif $Zstat is 'sus'>>You gently grab Zahn by the shoulders and get $Zhimher to look you in the eye. "Take it easy, Zahn, we'll figure it out, okay? Just breathe.<</if>> Zahn nods, swallowing back whimpers. "I'm scared of wolves…" <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"I know you are, but trust that Oswin knows what he's talking about, okay?"<<else>>"I think you've made that pretty clear by now, so let's trust that Oswin knows what he's talking about, okay?"<</if>> $Zcapitalheshe takes a few deep breaths, closing $Zhisher eyes. As Zahn breathes, the cries from the wolves die down to just a few distant yips before they all go silent. The sounds of the other night creatures return, and it's as if the howling never happened. Oswin looks into the trees for the mounts, whistling for Flit with no response. After several minutes, he approaches you and Zahn and sighs heavily. "We need to go get them. We can't afford to be caught out here without them, and if they're left out overnight there's no telling what may happen." "I thought you said the wolves won't bother us though," Zahn says, looking worried again. "They won't bother us, but horses look a lot more like food to them than we do. I'm not as worried about the wolves finding them as I am worried about them breaking a leg. The terrain away from the road is much worse; if they're panicked, they may fall." <<if $anx > 18>>A familiar sense of dread washes over you. <</if>>"Should we go together then?" Oswin nods. "Yes, I don't think we should separate, and if one or both of them are scared, I don't think I can get them back on my own." Everyone agrees with various levels of enthusiasm, and you gather your weapons to set out into the forest. [[You all journey out into the night.|4.11]]

Oswin plods over to Zahn and places a reassuring hand on $Zhisher back. You're a little struck by his display of gentleness considering his distrust and occasional annoyance of the pilgrim. "It's okay, I promise you, they're not bad creatures. They're not out to get us. Something has stirred them up, but the howling isn't a violent behavior." "It's not?" Zahn asks. Oswin shakes his head. "They do it to talk to each other, to tell their family where they are at or to tell other packs to stay away." "What about when they hunt?" "Maybe that too, but I think it's more about knowing where their loved ones are." You chime in. "How do you know all this about wolves, Oswin? He shrugs. "I've read a bunch of books about them and I've come across several when I've traveled…I like them…a lot." You grin. Oswin has a favorite animal and he's bashful about that. You'll keep that in mind for later. Zahn nods, swallowing back whimpers. "Okay, that's cute and all, but…I'm scared of wolves…" You try to support Oswin in calming your companion. <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"I know you are, but trust that Oswin knows what he's talking about, okay?"<<else>>"I think you've made that pretty clear by now, so let's trust that Oswin knows what he's talking about, okay?"<</if>> $Zcapitalheshe takes a few deep breaths, closing $Zhisher eyes. As Zahn breathes, the cries from the wolves die down to just a few distant yips before they all go silent. The sounds of the other night creatures return, and it's as if the howling never happened. Oswin goes to the camp perimeter and looks into the trees for the mounts, whistling for Flit with no response. After several minutes, he approaches you and Zahn and sighs heavily. "We need to go get them. We can't afford to be caught out here without them and if they're left out overnight there's no telling what may happen." "I thought you said the wolves won't bother us though," Zahn says, looking worried again. "They won't bother us, but horses look a lot more like food to them than we do. I'm not as worried about the wolves finding them as I am worried about them breaking a leg. The terrain away from the road is much worse; if they're panicked, they may fall." <<if $anx > 18>>A familiar sense of dread washes over you. <</if>>"Should we go together then?" Oswin nods. "Yes, I don't think we should separate, and if one or both of them are scared, I don't think I can get them back on my own." Everyone agrees with various levels of enthusiasm, and you gather your weapons to set out into the forest. [[You all journey out into the night.|4.11]]

The ground is treacherous. It feels as though the entire forest is on a slant, and that slant is slathered in mud. You had no idea how both mounts managed to run off through this. Some areas are so steep that you all must move from tree to tree to keep balance. Even though you have two lanterns and the moon is bright, the night is as dark as pitch. You've been searching for nearly an hour, following smeared hoofprints in the mud. Thankfully, you haven't heard any howling since you were at camp. Zahn seems to have forgotten all about it and is back to $Zhisher chipper self. $Zcapitalheshe proves to be quite spry, maneuvering the hills and slick terrain with more ease than you and Oswin. You keep a tight hold of your <<if $interest is 'choppin'>>axe<<elseif $interest is 'woodin'>>knife<<elseif $interest is 'swordin'>>sword<<elseif $interest is 'archin'>>bow<<elseif $interest is 'healin'>>knife<<elseif $interest is 'tradin'>>knife<<elseif $interest is 'cookin'>>knives<</if>> and try to mimic Oswin's steps so you don't fall. He's not as fast as Zahn, but makes good judgements for his path. You are all panting and struggling by the time you come across a split in the trail. One set of hoof prints go up a steep embankment, another goes down the opposite way. The tracks are so smeared that it's impossible to tell which prints belong to which mount. "//Shit//," Oswin grumbles. "I had hoped they'd stick together. They can't be much farther, they're bound to be getting tired from panic and all this climbing." He stills and thinks for a few moments looking to where both sets of tracks lead. Zahn sighs. "You're thinking something, aren't you?" Oswin nods. "I think we should split up. It's not ideal, but the longer we tarry the chances of us completely losing track of them increase. If worse comes to worse, we can make due with one mount, but we need to find at least one alive and uninjured." In the lantern light you see Oswin's face scrunched with concern. He doesn't look as frustrated as he does sad. "Are you okay, Oswin?" His green eyes meet your gaze, sullen and dull. "I'm worried that one or both of them will end up breaking a leg. If I have to…to put either of them…" He takes a deep breath. "You //just// got your mount, and I already see your bond…I've had Flit since she was born…" A sheen appears in his eyes. You realize what he's saying. There would be no helping your hooved friends if they get seriously injured out here. They'd have to be put out of their misery. Your heart lurches. $mountname is already important to you, you don't want to say goodbye so soon. You nod. "We need to find them then." "$mc, since there's three of us, you stick with either of us so you're not alone." Oswin instructs. Zahn puts $Zhisher hands on $Zhisher hips. "That leaves one of //us// alone then." "Yes, clearly. You've already handled traveling on your own just fine and so have I. $mc is my priority, I'm here to ensure $hisher safety above all else. It's your pick, $mc." Oswin gives you a solid nod. [[You ask to go with Oswin.|4.11a]] [[You ask to go with Zahn.|4.11b]]

<<set $ch4split to 'Oswin'>> "I'll stick with you, Oswin." He gives you a relieved smile. <<if $Zstat is 'neutral'>>Since the wolves stopped, Zahn seems fine with going out on $Zhisher own.<<elseif $Zstat is 'friends'>>You hate to leave your new friend high and dry, but $Zheshe has seemed much more at ease since the wolves stopped.<<elseif $Zstat is 'romantic'>>You hate to leave your new friend high and dry, but $Zheshe has seemed much more at ease since the wolves stopped.<<elseif $Zstat is 'physical'>>You hate to leave your new friend high and dry, but $Zheshe has seemed much more at ease since the wolves stopped.<<elseif $Zstat is 'sus'>>You're not quite sure about being that alone with Zahn just yet. $Zcapitalheshe seems fine, so you have no qualms making your choice on the safer bet.<</if>> <<if $Ostat2 is 'friends'>>At least this way you can support Oswin. He looks like he could use a friend right now.<<elseif $Ostat2 is 'romantic'>>At least this way you can support Oswin. He looks like he could use a friend right now. Plus, you can't lie to yourself that being alone with him would be sort of nice - despite the circumstance.<<elseif $Ostat2 is 'distant'>>Oswin seems like a more reliable choice for this situation.<<elseif $Ostat2 is 'neutral'>>Oswin seems like a more reliable choice for this situation.<</if>> Zahn nods. "First one back to camp gets an extra helping at breakfast." $Zcapitalheshe gives you and Oswin a challenging smirk. Oswin snorts a laugh. "You know what? Deal. Let's see how quick you are, little pilgrim." $Zcapitalheshe beams a wide smile at you. "Keep him in line, $mc…and be safe, okay? Let him do all the hard stuff." <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>You chuckle gently. "I will be okay, I'm not so fragile."<<else>>You roll your eyes, but your lips edge into a grin. "I'll be fine, I don't need both of you fussing after me."<</if>> Zahn turns to start heading down the slope. <<if $Zstat is 'neutral'>>$Zcapitalheshe gives a wave. "Can't wait to enjoy my big breakfast!" $Zheshe calls.<<elseif $Zstat is 'friends'>>$Zcapitalheshe gives a wave. "Can't wait to enjoy my big breakfast!" $Zheshe calls.<<elseif $Zstat is 'romantic'>>$Zcapitalheshe stops suddenly. "Ah shit…" Zahn turns to you. "Why did I wish for more breakfast when I could have asked for a kiss!?" $Zcapitalheshe throws $Zhisher hands in the air before stomping off. You chuckle and Oswin rolls his eyes.<<elseif $Zstat is 'physical'>>$Zcapitalheshe stops suddenly. "Ah shit…" Zahn turns to you. "Why did I wish for more breakfast when I could have asked for a kiss!?" $Zcapitalheshe throws $Zhisher hands in the air before stomping off. You chuckle and Oswin rolls his eyes.<<elseif $Zstat is 'sus'>>$Zcapitalheshe gives a wave. "Can't wait to enjoy my big breakfast!" $Zheshe calls.<</if>> You turn back to Oswin. "Shall we?" He nods and gives you a small smile. [[Together, you press on.|4.11a1]]

<<set $ch4split to 'Zahn'>> "I'll stick with Zahn." Oswin sighs, but nods his agreement. Zahn looks elated. <<if $Zstat is 'neutral'>>Since the wolves stopped, Zahn seems back to $Zhisher regular self. $Zcapitalheshe will be a good companion to search with.<<elseif $Zstat is 'friends'>>What better way to solidify your friendship than searching for spooked horses in the dark on a mountainside?<<elseif $Zstat is 'romantic'>>Your pull to Zahn is becoming such that you are loathe to leave $Zhimher at the mercy of the forest alone. You'll find strength together.<<elseif $Zstat is 'physical'>>What better way to solidify your friendship than searching for spooked horses in the dark on a mountainside?<<elseif $Zstat is 'sus'>>You've felt suspicious of Zahn for a bit, and maybe that's why you don't want to leave $Zhimher alone…but maybe you also are just a bit concerned for $Zhimher.<</if>> <<if $Ostat2 is 'friends'>>You are well-aware of how capable Oswin is. Of the three of you, he may handle this alone better.<<elseif $Ostat2 is 'romantic'>>You'd go with both of them if you could, but you know and trust how capable and strong Oswin is. You know he can handle himself. You trust in that.<<elseif $Ostat2 is 'distant'>>Oswin is perfectly capable of handling this on his own.<<elseif $Ostat2 is 'neutral'>>Oswin is perfectly capable of handling this on his own.<</if>> Zahn rushes to your side, nearly losing $Zhisher footing twice before reaching you. "First ones back to camp get an extra helping at breakfast." $Zcapitalheshe gives Oswin a challenging smirk. Oswin snorts a laugh. "You know what? Deal. Let's see how quick you two are. Keep each other safe above all, you hear?" You snicker. "You sound so much like your mother that I'm tempted to call you Betony." With a hand on his hip, Oswin gives you an annoyed scowl. <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"Point taken," you say in appeasement.<<else>>"Look like her too," you say to rile him further.<</if>> Oswin ignores you and turns his attention to Zahn. "If $mc gets hurt, I'll hold you responsible." Zahn looks offended, but is fighting a smile. "What if I get hurt!?" "I'm not worried; I'm sure we could find a ravine to throw you into," he replies with a mischievous smile. Zahn stands with $Zhisher mouth agape. <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>You gently clear your throat. "That's quite enough. Oswin, I will be okay, I'm not so fragile."<<else>>You roll your eyes, but your lips edge into a grin. "That's quite enough. I'll be fine, I don't need you fussing after me."<</if>> You turn to Zahn then. "I suppose we should set off." "$mc…" Oswin addresses you. "Please be very careful. The mounts are important, but remember that you are more so. If we weren't in dire straits, I'd never entertain splitting from you…" You make to respond, but Zahn beats you to it. "No worries! I'll watch $hisher back! I promise, I truly promise that I will take care of $mc. Count on me." He nods and gives you both a small smile. [[Together, you and Zahn press on.|4.11b1]]

You trudge on in relative silence, trying to keep each other from slipping into the mud. Oswin takes charge of the lantern so he can light the way, though he only stays a step ahead of you. You both whistle for the mounts every few minutes and then listen for any signs of them. The prints in the mud become less and less smeared as you go and Oswin identifies that it is Flit whose trail you are on. It's a good sign that she has slowed down and is hopefully less frightened. "I think she'll be okay, Oswin," you say quietly. He hums an agreement. "I hate that we've had to venture out this far to find her, but I think you're right. If she stopped running, she's probably calmed down a bit. It was so odd of her to run…I can't understand it. She's never bolted before - ever." "Really?" "She has come face to face with bears and wildcats and remained steady at my commands. She isn't fearless, she just trusts me enough that when I am steadfast, she is as well. Flit has never run off without me…" Oswin's voice sounds almost hurt. He's clearly very close with his horse. "There were possibly several dozen wolves howling all around. And that…big one…whatever it was. I can't blame her for being unnerved." He nods. "The Shaw is quite wild. I've seen many wolves when I've been in it before, some of them were large…perhaps it was just a big one? The sound could have carried strangely if it was tucked just right in a cave…" "Maybe we could find a pup to bring home with us…" You posit, only partly sure you're kidding, but you gauge Oswin's reaction to be sure it's not an option. He snorts. "Not a chance. One way to make a pack of wolves actually angry is to mess with the pups…probably should have told Zahn that." He purses his lips in thought. "I'm sure $Zheshe will be fine." You stifle a laugh. "You sure? Just one?" Oswin stops to look at you. "I'll tell you what…I know a person in Codrin who takes in lost creatures from the forest and tames them - wolves, foxes, raccoons - we'll go talk to them before we go home. If they have one and we can secure enough food for it on the way back - you have yourself a deal." Your eyes go wide. "You're serious?" "First thing's first - we find the mounts, but yes. You deserve a puppy for all you've put up with." He smiles, his green eyes curling up, revealing the beginnings of little laugh lines. You smile at each other, and the forest is already feeling much lighter and brighter. [[Until you hear a large POP echoing around you.|4.11a2]]

You freeze. "What was that?" Oswin shakes his head. "It sounded like…perhaps wood splitting?" He puffs a breath into the surrounding air, little flickers of steam appearing. "Oh, I see…it's gotten colder. We probably just didn't realize since we've been moving." Another crack resounds, followed by several smaller pops. "I see," you say. "The trees are adjusting to the shift?" "Yes, I think so. Let's keep on. We'll relight the fire when we get back and sleep into the morning if we feel the need." You agree and head out, the occasional pops and cracks from the surrounding wood echoing through the night. You wonder if Zahn has made good on $Zhisher promise to find your mount and return first. Several more minutes roll by, and you still do not see or hear Flit. Her tracks have leveled out and it is clear that she is only walking. She can't be too much farther. Oswin calls for her, but you don't get a response. You come upon some rough terrain that is jagged with rocks and full of thick brush, where you find a leather strap from her harness, but lose her tracks. You circle the area to find them again, Oswin giving you the lantern so he can hop up on a stoney outcrop that sits just a bit higher than the rest of the area. The popping and cracking of the trees has become so regular that you barely notice it anymore, but the cold has really seeped in and is harder to not take any mind of. You both travel a ways on your respective perches to find a sign of which direction the horse went. After a few moments, you finally find a light impression of a hoof. "Oswin! I found a print!" you call. Oswin traipes over to you, looking down slightly from the outcrop of stone. "Excellent, which direction…" You look down, studying the mark. "Heading south, it's faint but-" [[''Don't move.''|4.11a3]]

You freeze at Oswin's urgent command, your head still locked to the ground. "$mc, don't move yet. Do exactly as I say." Oswin's voice is hard and serious, and you're not sure you've ever heard this tone from him before. Your breath catches. Why would he want you to freeze? You hear the sound of his sword being slowly drawn and your heart races as trees pop and crack around you again. Oswin begins instructing you firmly. "''Don't'' run. ''Don't'' flinch. Okay? I need you to do exactly as I say. Stand up fully." You stand. "Push your shoulders back, tilt your head up." You adjust your posture and find yourself looking up at him. Oswin's face is scrunched. He looks undeniably stressed…but he's not looking back at you. He's looking //behind// you. Your breathing picks up. "$mc…this is the hard part. Turn around slowly, keep your head up and stare back. Don't run, please don't run. Please." The final word from his mouth sounds as if he's about to cry. You do as he says, slowly turning, not knowing what it is you'll see behind you. //POP!// //CRACK!// The trees continue to groan. You blink. And you are met with two giant, yellow, glowing eyes. [[In the lantern-light, you see it.|4.11a4]]

You choke on your breath and do your best to not run. You try so hard to not run, not flinch, not move a muscle. 'Don't run,' he said. //Don't run.// In front of you, peeking out from the brush, barely visible in the orange glow of the light is the massive head of a wolf. A wolf that stands taller than your mount or any horse you've ever seen - large white and grey face, almond shaped eyes honed in on yours, and a long snout hiding sharp teeth. Steam flits about its nose with every breath as it stares up at Oswin. It's yellow gaze shifts, locking with your $eyecolor eyes. //Don't run.// "$mc, just hold your ground. If you turn or run, it may be compelled to go after you. I'll try to get it distracted from you…" You couldn't respond even if you had something to say. Your body remains frozen in terror as you stare into the eyes of the beast. //POP! CRACK!// The trees continue to strain more and more. The snaps do little to comfort or distract you. The wolf just stares. It doesn't growl or show its teeth, it just watches, perhaps trying to understand if you are food or a threat. You hear movement behind you, and you know Oswin is up to something. Finally, the wolf's gaze flickers away towards Oswin, but only in a moment of distraction. //POP!// //CRACK!// //POP, POP, POP!// //CRACK!// The forest is ''screaming''. Cold air clogs your throat. Your heart races. The wolf finally turns its full attention to Oswin, and you see a flash of fangs. Whatever he has done, has gotten the beast's ire. A low growl rumbles from its throat, intense enough that you feel it in your own chest. //POP! CRACK! CRACK!// //''SNAP!''// [[......|4.11a5]]

<html> <body> <span> <h1 style="font-size:40px;"> <span style="color:red"> <div style="text-align: center;">BOOM</div> </h1> </span> </body> </html> [[The ground shifts.|4.11a6]]

You barely register what is happening at first. In an instant, you are falling as the ground beneath you suddenly lurches. The trees and brush continue to crack and snap apart. Your back hits the ground as Oswin screams your name and you realize that the trees around you are //moving//. Even the giant wolf seems taken by surprise, knocked off its feet and sliding close to you. A giant paw digs into the dirt close to your head as it tries to regain balance. The earth is being whisked away, and Oswin's frantic screaming is growing more distant by the moment. Your lantern is lost to you, but even in the shadow of the night you can tell what is happening - you are caught in a landslide. The trees, brush, and the very ground beneath you has given way. You hear the crashing of timber all around you as you feel yourself getting pulled into the mud as it begins its rush to lower ground. The giant animal struggles beside you, but regains footing on the shaky ground. Your eyes meet again, the yellow glow piercing your soul. [[It lunges at you.|4.a7]]

[[Dodge left.]] [[Lurch forward.]] <<timed 4s>><<goto "Dodge left.">><</timed>>

You fling your body to the side as the beast's huge jaws audibly snap at the air where you just were. The wolf is thrown off balance again as the forest floor begins to gain speed. It flounders, but manages to gain some control of its movement, its eyes honing in on yours as it immediately makes for you once again. The beast must be angry and confused in all the chaos, you must avoid it at all costs and keep your head above the rush of mud that keeps trying to pull you under. An entire tree - roots and all - tumbles past you, a wanton branch slapping across your cheek. Rocks and clods of mud smack into you as you grab onto anything that could pull you out of this or keep you from sinking. All you can do is flail and kick to latch on to bits of wood and debris that rush next to you before it's sucked under. You struggle to keep an eye on how close the wolf is and on what may hit you next. In the moonlight, you can see the outline of extremely large trees careening towards you fast, but there's nothing for you to grab on to, everything around you is moving too much. Panic begins to set in, but you almost don't have the wherewithal to comprehend it. The wolf reaches for you again, taking advantage of your distracted state. It narrowly misses you before getting sucked further into the mud and taking a brutal smack from a falling log. That may have been the very last of your luck. When you hear a roar coming from in front of you, you know it to be true. [[Everything stops sliding…and begins falling.|4.a8]]

You fling your body forward, getting a mouthful of dirt, but avoiding the beast's huge jaws as they audibly snap at the air where you just were. The wolf is thrown off balance again as the forest floor begins to gain speed. It flounders, but manages to gain some control of its movement, its eyes honing in on yours as it immediately makes for you once again. The beast must be angry and confused in all the chaos, you must avoid it at all costs and keep your head above the rush of mud that keeps trying to pull you under. An entire tree - roots and all - tumbles past you, a wanton branch slapping across your cheek. Rocks and clods of mud smack into you as you grab onto anything that could pull you out of this or keep you from sinking. All you can do is flail and kick to latch on to bits of wood and debris that rush next to you before it's sucked under. You struggle to keep an eye on how close the wolf is and on what may hit you next. In the moonlight, you can see the outline of extremely large trees careening towards you fast, but there's nothing for you to grab on to, everything around you is moving too much. Panic begins to set in, but you almost don't have the wherewithal to comprehend it. The wolf reaches for you again, taking advantage of your distracted state. It narrowly misses you before getting sucked further into the mud and taking a brutal smack from a falling log. That may have been the very last of your luck. When you hear a roar coming from in front of you, you know it to be true. [[Everything stops sliding…and begins falling.|4.a8]]

Suddenly you feel the absence of mud below your body and sense more air. You are struck by something and are sent careening into the midst of all the trees and rocks that are now falling into what you can only gather is a chasm. The sound is deafening and you are pelted mercilessly by endless bits of rubble. How will you survive this? You catch sight of one of the massive trees from before hurtling towards you. It may hit within seconds. You are right in its path. There's a chance you could latch onto another falling tree and be pulled to safety, or you can take your chances that the one rushing towards you won't stay its course. [[You must act fast if you want to survive.|4.a9]]

[[Grab onto another tree.]] [[Stay where you are.]] <<timed 3s>><<goto "Stay where you are.">><</timed>>

<<set $shoulderdislocate to true>> <<set $shoulderpuncture to false>> You make a desperate lunge and barely make it in time to clutch to a tree careening past you. You feel the skin on your palms tear as you desperately cling. Your right hand loses grip almost immediately. Your left hand holds fast for dear life as your saving grace yanks you along. Sharp agony ripples through your left shoulder as you hear it pop. The pain radiates down your arm so intensely that darkness begins to cloud your mind and you barely keep yourself conscious. The massive tree hurdles next to you. Your split second decision was a success, but it has cost you. You are still floundering in a veritable waterfall of mud, trees, and rock and have no idea what to do or how long you will fall. Everything has happened in just seconds, but it feels like hours. Unable to keep struggling with one arm to keep your head above the debris, you sink. This is the end. Your quest to save your life ends in your death - a broken arm and a lungful of mud - buried under a mountain. How poetic. Your vision waivers as you see a flash of white fur reflecting the moonlight. You suppose you'll add 'eaten by a monster' to your list. [[Everything goes dark.|4.a10]]

<<set $shoulderdislocate to false>> <<set $shoulderpuncture to true>> You'll know within seconds if your gamble has turned out in your favor. You brace. The tree huddles towards you until something knocks it off-kilter, sending it spinning. It's impossible to tell if this is better as it tumbles end over end towards you. Your chances of dodging out of the way are now gone. With terror in your heart you watch the tree… And it snaps apart. Most of it goes careening into the air, totally clear of you. The rest, a tangle of wood splinters and branches continues its rush directly to your location. Before you can process it, you are hit. Speared. Sharp agony ripples through your left shoulder as you //hear// the flesh and muscle tear. The pain radiates down your back so intensely that darkness begins to cloud your mind and you barely keep yourself conscious. Your breath is taken away. A large splinter of wood has run through your shoulder and is pushing you along in its descent in the landslide, and actually keeping you from getting sucked into the mud. Your split second decision was technically a success, but it has cost you. You are still floundering in the veritable waterfall of rock, trees, and earth and have no idea what to do or how long you will fall. Everything has happened in just seconds, but it feels like hours. But now you are pinned, skewered and bleeding, as you hurtle towards the ground at alarming speed. This is the end. Your quest to save your life ends in your death - a torn arm and a lungful of mud - buried under a mountain. How poetic. Your vision waivers as you see a flash of white fur reflecting the moonlight. You suppose you'll add 'eaten by a monster' to your list. [[Everything goes dark.|4.a10]]

All you smell is dirt. It isn't inherently a bad smell, but it's not generally to, under normal circumstances, //only// smell dirt. You feel…warm. You're warm, wrapped like you used to be as a child after a bath. Da and Papa used the softest things to keep you warm. Why would you smell dirt and feel so warm? ''Agony.'' Pain criss-crosses through every part of your body in a sudden wave. Your breath catches as you process the feeling. Why does everything hurt? //Where are you? What happened?// You hear water. Rushing water, you think. It's a babbling, happy sound compared to how you feel right now. You see… Nothing. Your eyes are still closed. It's a fight to open them, you will your mind to fully awaken. The pain makes it both easier and harder. As they flutter open, everything is blurry and your vision is sensitive. You sense sunlight and it makes you wince. You blink slowly to clear your sight. Your face is resting against the ground. You suppose you have found the source of the dirt smell. You continue to blink. Your eyes focus. You see something close to your face that isn't dirt. Something white and large. Something with claws. Your breath hitches again as you realize why you are so warm. A giant paw rests next to your head. Panic scurries up and down your spine. As you focus, you sense warmth on your back as well, and realize that you are very likely between the paws of the giant wolf you saw before the landslide. The memory comes rushing back to you. The menacing yellow glow of its eyes, the fall that knocked you around for who knows how long, getting your shoulder <<if $shoulderdislocate is true>>dislocated<<else>>run through<</if>>. You finally understand where most of your pain is coming from. Now, the next concern you have is as to if the wolf is still alive. Was it some sort of luck that it kept you warm until now, or are you to function as a snack to help it recover from the tumble down the hillside. Do you even want to know? As you weigh the risks, the beast stirs, answering one of your questions. You keep your face to the ground as you sense it stand up. You'd swallow had you any saliva. The paw you see is just so massive that you can't believe it's real - white with big black claws - easily bigger than your entire head. Then, you feel it. The mouth of the beast presses close to the back of your neck. You feel the heat of its breath and your hair tussles as it sniffs at you. The fangs on this creature must be terrifying. You try not to think about it. If you managed to live through the landslide, you've got to fight to survive this as well. Trying not to dwell on your pain, you scuttle forward as quickly as you can manage, crawling with your one good arm as the other drags. You fall and turn on your back, using your legs to help push you further away. The pain makes you nearly faint again. [[The great wolf stands before you.|4.a11]]

Your muscles quiver from both fear and strain. The beast is just as large as you thought it was in the dark. It stands at least taller than your mount, but looks about like any other wolf you've seen. It's face, back, and tail are dappled with hues of grey and bits of brown, while its neck, legs and belly are mostly white. You see now that the eyes only looked yellow as they glowed in the dark, but are actually more akin to gold. It tilts its head at you curiously, but doesn't lunge to eat you as you imagined it might, though it licks its chops. You notice that there is dried blood marring the white fur around its legs and neck and you have a feeling at least some of it is yours.<<if $shoulderpuncture is true>> Given the state of your shoulder, it may all be from you. <</if>> It's fur is also fairly dirty, smeared with mud and leaves, but not caked in it like you'd imagine after such an event. That's when you notice you are also mostly free of mud. That doesn't make much sense. You were buried in it, you felt it cake your hair and skin. You look to the water. It's too big to be a steam, but it may be a small river. Did you land in it? How did you get out if you did? You look to the wolf as it still only stares at you. Would the beast have pulled you out? Did it intend to eat you and then fall asleep? That's when you notice the rest of your surroundings. At least you can see the wide open sky well above you; it appears to be early morning. You are deep in what may have been a colossal chasm, perhaps part of a cave system. The debris from the landslide is all around you, trees and huge walls of dirt and rock. You look up from where the land came down and find nothing but destruction. Where the hill was green and full of trees, it's is now just brown earth. It is painfully clear that you have fallen a very long way from where you started. Logs and whole trees jut out at every angle, some are in the river, which you now think may have been previously underground. The only way out is by the river or by scaling the walls and debris. With your injured shoulder, you are in no condition for swimming or climbing. [[You're trapped|4.a12]]

The beast huffs and then turns, beginning a trek up along the landslide. You watch as it navigates the fallen trees and rocks to find a secure way out, even climbing almost vertically in a way you never thought possible for a canine. And then, you're alone. It's hard to tell if this is better. The wolf had no interest in eating you - at least you think. What will you do now? You look at the river again. You need water. <<if $shoulderpuncture is true>>You should also wash your wound if you are able.<</if>> So, you make the agonizing trip to the river, quickly learning that your legs are very weak, so you must scoot slowly until you reach the water. You drink what you can, which helps steady the nausea that has slowly bubbled up since you awoke. <<if $shoulderpuncture is true>>You clean your wound as best you can, only to find there is still a large piece of wood all the way through your shoulder. The shock ripples through you as you feel it, nearly making you gag. If you can't get it out soon, it will get infected, if it isn't already.<<else>>You do your best to make a sling from the scraps of cloth you can tear from your clothing. Your cloak is long gone, probably buried. Making the sling with one arm is a challenge, but you manage with the help of your teeth. Getting your arm in it is excruciating. Your anguished cries bounce off the walls of the cavern and back at you.<</if>> You wheeze as you breathe.<<if $interest is 'healin'>> You know that you have a broken rib or two, if you are lucky, they are only dislocated.<</if>> Bruises litter your entire body. Not a single muscle on you is without soreness. Before you can start making any plans or even consider how you feel… [[You spot the wolf again.|4.a13]]

It's coming back into the chasm the way it left, but it has something large in its mouth. It looks like brush. You scoff, but immediately regret it as the action shoots pain through you. Perhaps the beast has brought a salad to pair with its meal? Much to your alarm, it does approach you, and you see that the tangle of brush in its mouth is a bush. An entire bush, roots and all. You use what strength you still have in your legs to push yourself up a slight hill created by the landslide mud, frantically trying to keep a distance from the beast as it nears you. It stands away as it watches you before breaching the gap. Though you managed to wiggle quite a ways up the slope, you are not out of reach. In fact, you have only succeeded in putting yourself level with its mouth. Holding your breath, you lock eyes with the wolf, seeing variations of gold colors flecked within the irises. The pupils dilate, and you nearly see your reflection within them. Just when you fear that you are indeed the main course for a meal, it sets the bush down and backs away, retreating to the river and taking a seat. You can't help the confused sneer that takes over your face. Looking down at the bush, you realize that it is full of young berries. You study the fruit, they're oblong in shape and blue, but they're not blueberries.<<if $interest is 'healin'>> You would recognize honeyberries anywhere. You use them in your own work to help patients with chronic pain. They grow easily and are ready very early in the season.<<elseif $interest is 'cookin'>> You would recognize honeyberries anywhere. You use them in your own work as it is a local favorite for pies. They grow easily and are ready very early in the season.<</if>> You've seen your da use these to make jam before. They taste wonderful as well, similar to other berries but slightly more tart. They are still early in development, but they appear ripe enough to eat at least. Taking a few of the ripest berries, you eye the wolf. It tilts its head and thumps its tail once against the ground. Once you pop the berries in your mouth, its tail thumps a few more times. Did this beast actually just feed you? <<if $interest is 'healin'>>Could it know that these may help alleviate some of your pain? Surely not…<</if>> You continue picking through the bush. Once your stomach receives the food, it demands even more. Despite how much pain you're in, you need the energy badly and can't afford to not eat your fill. The wolf watches you, and you briefly catch yourself wondering if it is stuffing you like one would a pastry before eating. [[Keep a wary eye on the beast.|4.a13a]] [[Toss a few berries and see if it eats them.|4.a13b]]

The fact that you are eating berries given to you by a wolf of giant proportions is miracle enough, you do not need to tempt fate any further. You eat in silence, keeping an eye on the beast. It waits in equal silence, watching you back. It tips its head side to side on occasion and stretches out its neck to sniff at the air, but makes no movements toward you. After some time, the wolf relaxes and lays down, turning its head to watch the river instead. Perhaps you've reached an understanding? You relax as well after your meal, feeling the pull of sleep and the weight of pain settle in. You look around you in the hopes that you will spot an easy way out or even one of your traveling companions looking down on you. You don't even know where to begin. You look at the wolf again. It still appears content to just lay by the river. You need to do //something// to get out of this. The longer you wait, the weaker you will become. If you can at least get an idea of how you can get out, you should get to it soon. The wolf then rolls onto its back and looks at you upside down while its tail wags. It reminds you of the dogs back home, until the wolf's jowls flop out, and you can see its tremendously long fangs. [[Jokingly ask the wolf if it knows a way out for you.|4.a13a1]] [[Get down and start searching for a way out.|4.a13a2]]

<<set $fedduri to true>> Using your good arm, you pluck a few berries and make eye contact with the wolf. It tilts its head. As you wind-up your arm to throw, it stands, tail beginning to wag. You toss the berries with all the might you can muster and the wolf bounds forward to catch them. Is it tame? It licks its chops and stares at you, front two paws prancing - so you toss a few more - which it catches easily again. The wolf gets closer. You toss a few berries. It creeps even closer until...it is eating from your hand. It's tame. There's no other explanation you can think of. It stares at you and its tail wags. [[Pet it.|4.13b1]] [[Leave it be and don't press your luck.|4.13b2]]

<<set $petduri to true>> This is a once in a lifetime opportunity. It's so fuzzy and it seems friendly. At least, it hasn't eaten you yet. You nearly died, and you may still… You've got to try to pet this creature. You reach a hand out slowly. The beast watches your eyes instead of the hand for a moment. You try to not dwell on just how large its fangs are. You freeze your hand a small ways from its snout. It turns to study it before pressing a cold wet nose against your palm. You gasp. Slowly working your hand up the ridge of its snout, you feel the soft fur. The wolf gets closer so you can dig your fingers into the plushness of its head, ears, and neck. It doesn't push hard and seems to be careful to not hurt you. You pet it and admire its coat for a bit, noticing that it has a gold ring through part of its right ear, hidden in plush fur - almost like jewelry. "You must be someone's pet," you rasp, shocked by how weak your voice is. The wolf grunts. [[Such a pretty and sweet creature deserves some praise.|4.13b1a]] [[You simply thank the wolf.|4.13b1b]]

You might be getting just a little too friendly with the creature. It seems tame enough, and may even be someone's pet. But, if nothing else, it isn't //your// pet. You've made friendly for now, but you shouldn't keep pushing. The wolf whines at you, so you throw it another berry. Its jaws snap around it, showing off tremendous fangs. It was an impulse to feed it again, one that you probably should have ignored. The wolf noses at you again, nuzzling your leg. "You know," you begin and then need to clear your throat. Your voice is croaky and weak. "You know, you brought me these. If you wanted some, you should have eaten first. You pop a berry into your own mouth. The wolf watches intently with perky ears. "I guess I should be thankful that you're not eating me instead…" The creature grunts at you and wags its tail. [[You thank the wolf.|4.13b1b]]

"Thank you, my gorgeous friend," you croak out. "Guess I should thank you for not eating me as well." You scratch behind one of its huge ears. The wolf seems to groan at the touch, leaning forward. "You are so soft…and sweet. My papa would love you. He's big, like you, bigger than most people. And he's kind, also like you." You nearly choke up. "My da would have a fit if I brought you home, but he'd feed you good food. And…he'd tell me no, we can't keep you, and then in just a night or two…you'd be curled up with us by the fire after dinner." You take a deep breath, flinching as pain lances up your sides. The wolf whines and gently licks your arm with the tip of its tongue. <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"I don't suppose you know a way I can get out of here with only one arm, do you?"<<else>>"How keen are you on keeping me as a pet for a while? You can bring me berries each day until I heal up enough to get out of here."<</if>> The wolf snorts, moving out of reach, before turning so you are facing its side and looking down on its back, and then it leans against your hilly perch. You stare. Does it want you to scratch its back now? It grunts, tail wagging quickly as it pushes closer to you. It dawns on you. This creature is incredibly smart. It brought you food already and is very friendly, and now it's showing you its back... [[It wants you to hop on.|4.14]]

You smile at the huge beast. "Thank you," you croak out. "You've helped me a lot." The wolf snorts and its tail wags. "You are so sweet. My papa would love you. He's big, like you, bigger than most people. And he's kind, also like you." You nearly choke up. "My da would have a fit if I brought you home, but he'd feed you good food. And…he'd tell me no, we can't keep you, and then in just a night or two…you'd be curled up with us by the fire after dinner." You take a deep breath, flinching as pain lances up your sides. The wolf whines and gently licks your leg with the tip of its tongue. <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"I don't suppose you know a way I can get out of here with only one arm, do you?"<<else>>"How keen are you on keeping me as a pet for a while? You can bring me berries each day until I heal up enough to get out of here."<</if>> The wolf snorts, moving out of reach, before turning so you are facing its side and looking down on its back, and then it leans against your hilly perch. You stare. Does it want you to scratch its back? It grunts, tail wagging quickly as it pushes closer to you. It dawns on you. This creature is incredibly smart. It brought you food already and is very friendly and now it's showing you its back. [[It wants you to hop on.|4.14]]

You suppose this isn't the strangest thing that has happened to you in the last day…or maybe it is. This creature is almost frighteningly smart, and you are certain that someone or //something// must keep it as a companion. You think of Nathan and Dainn. The giant elk is pretty intelligent as well, maybe it's a running theme with abnormally large animals? This may be your only chance to get out of this ravine. The wolf has made it as easy as possible for you, though this will not feel pleasant. You will have to jostle yourself onto its back with one very painful arm out of commission. You begin by sliding closer, putting the brunt of strain onto your legs. Everything hurts, but when your shoulder is moved the slightest bit, pain erupts. You grit your teeth as you shimmy carefully to the wolf's back. You're breathing hard from strain and the tenderness that was pummeled into your body. Once your legs have nearly straddled your ride, you have no choice but to use your body weight to lurch yourself the rest of the way. You thump against the wolf's plush fur and immediately cry out. Your eyes water and you feel nauseated. The pulse in your wounded shoulder thumps angrily. You hold on tightly with your good hand as the pain slowly fades, cursing under your breath as much as you can. The beast stays still until you've calmed. The wolf stands very slowly. You try to sit up, but your muscles quake.<<if $shoulderpuncture is true>> Fresh blood has spattered upon the fur of the wolf where you landed.<</if>> You simply won't be able to. The pain and weakness are too great. You carefully lay yourself down, gripping with your right hand and burying your chest and head against the back of the beast. It slowly makes a path up the landslide. [[The journey brings you more pain.|4.15]]

"I don't suppose you can get me out of here, yeah?" Your voice is croaky and weak, but the wolf's ears perk and it flips around at the sound. "Perhaps a hidden staircase? Better yet a ramp. Maybe a pulley system…" The wolf snorts. And then begins to approach you. "Easy…whoa, whoa - I was just kidding." You try to scoot further back on your little hill, but your legs are very weak. It gets close, its face coming right to your knees. You hold your breath. All it does is gently nose at your leg. With a grunt, it turns to show you its side and back and leans on the hill. "What?" The wolf whines, pressing further into the dirt next to your feet as its tail wags furiously. It dawns on you. This creature is incredibly smart. It brought you food already and is displaying very friendly behavior, and now it's showing you its back. [[It wants you to hop on.|4.14]]

As long as the giant creature keeps away from you, as it seems want to do, you feel that you can start looking around. You take a moment to work up the nerve to leave your perch. Between the possible threat of the giant predator in front of you and the extreme pain racking your body, it's not easy. You begin a slow shuffle only to slide a little too fast and howl in pain. From the wolf also comes a quiet little howl in response. You'd find it almost cute if you weren't suffering so. You try to cradle your arm, but that just sends more pain through you. You freeze in your spot and try to breathe through it. The wolf hops up and approaches. You struggle to regain the ground you lost in your slide, wincing as pain demands that you stop moving. It gets close, its face coming right to your knees. You hold your breath. All it does is gently nose at your leg. With a grunt, it turns to show you its side and back and leans on the hill. The wolf whines, pressing further into the dirt next to your feet as its tail wags furiously. It dawns on you. This creature is incredibly smart. It brought you food already and is displaying very friendly behavior, and now it's showing you its back. [[It wants you to hop on.|4.14]]

Even with the slow and careful steps from the wolf, your shoulder is jostled. You are no longer surprised at how intelligent the creature is by now, but it is still impressive how it seems to pick through the rubble to find the most gentle path. When it had left before to bring you food, it had trod up quickly and easily, making great leaps with impressive speed. Now, it plods along, keeping its back straight and still for you. The pain still takes your breath away. When it becomes intense and you call out, the wolf halts. You hear a low whine come from its throat at times. Perhaps it has taken you as one of its pups and feels empathetic. Each time, after giving you a moment to recover, it begins the trek again very slowly. The journey up the ravine feels longer than the many days you have spent on the road thus far. At the top, when you see forest once again, you are spent. You feel as though you were the one hiking and navigating the steep slope. Your skin feels clammy, and you are definitely nauseated. <<if $shoulderpuncture is true>>More blood coats your clothing and the wolf's fur. The pain from the wound radiates down the arm and up into your neck and down your back. You think you can feel individual splinters of wood inside the muscle.<<else>>Your arm is painfully useless. Any movement, no matter how small, is excruciating. The sling helps immobilize to a degree as does supporting it between your torso and the wolf's back, but your arm is still almost lifeless. You try not to dwell on how ragged and loose the appendage feels.<</if>> And you try your best to not vomit over your savior's beautiful coat. You can't even try to sit up again. As the ground levels out much more, you rest and just let the wolf take you wherever it wants. You are so tired and in so much pain, that if it decided to eat you now, you're not sure if you'd even fight it. [[You rest.|4.16]]

You may have lost consciousness at some point, but it's hard to tell. Awareness is intermittent, and you ponder if you are so exhausted that you are falling asleep despite the pain. The wolf still walks slowly, still plotting a course that avoids steep angles. You feel your mount moving, but you're not sure at any moment if you're awake or dreaming. After battling the exhaustion, you begin willing yourself to stay alert. <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>Little encouragements run through your mind. You think of small comforts, and remind yourself that you are not done yet, and it will get better.<<else>>You bolster your resolve by telling yourself these things are temporary. You just have to keep going. You'll survive this; you have already come through the impossible and survived.<</if>> You //will// get through this. You suddenly realize that you can hear voices. You consider a moment that you have lost your mind to the pain, but these voices sound distinctly like Oswin and Zahn - arguing. It's definitely them. Unsure as to whether the wolf is intending to return you or not, you try to tell it that they are your friends, but you only succeed in groaning. The wolf whimpers back. Maybe your groans have translated. You try to listen to the argument, and suddenly realize just how silent the wolf's steps are. Now that you think about it, you don't recall much noise at all from the giant beast as it moves. No wonder it went unnoticed before. Panic nearly sets in as you realize both Zahn and Oswin will likely have their bows out after what transpired. "Wait…" Your voice is a wheeze. "Wait, Wolfy - hey!" You tap its shoulder with your good hand. "Stop." It stops. "My friends are armed…let me down so they don't hurt you. Can you understand me?" You try to sit up, but the wolf grunts and keeps walking. "Can you understand?" You groan. "Why am I asking you? Do I really expect you to talk back to me or something? I've lost it…" You pause for a moment and listen. Part of you, as you admit it to yourself, really does want the wolf to speak back to you. It doesn't. A disappointed sigh escapes you. The voices get louder for a time and then suddenly stop. They've spotted the wolf. You try to wave with your good hand, but you have little leverage since you can't sit up. Your voice is still very weak. "Shit! Shit!" Zahn yells. "Will you calm yourself!" Oswin calls back. "Draw on it, but don't make any more damn noise, you idiot!" You weakly call Oswin's name, but you have no way of knowing if he hears you. The wolf stops. "Why is it just standing there!?" Zahn again. $Zcapitalheshe is panicked. "Oh sweet Faith...did it…" $Zcapitalheshe sounds choked up. "Oswin, did it eat, $mc?<<if $shoulderpuncture is true>> There's blood on its fur!<</if>>" "Shut up and hold your arrow unless I say. It approached calmly. I don't think it will attack." You hear the ting of Oswin's blade. The wolf's muscles go taut, but it doesn't back down. After a moment, it begins to walk forward again, very slowly. Your heart is beating hard as you continue to try and wave at your companions. "Oh //shit//," Oswin says. You get the sense that you've been spotted. You try to call hello, but your voice seizes. Your throat is incredibly dry. You hear steps quickly approaching, but the wolf emits a long and low growl. It is so intense that you feel it throughout your body. "It's okay," Oswin says. "I understand…" Zahn's panicked voice sounds next. "What in the name of the Stars are you doing? What if it attacks you!? Oswin! //Oswin//!" You hear the blade hit the ground, and the wolf relaxes. "It's okay. I'm sorry. Can I have my friend back, please?" You hear a shuffling step. The wolf huffs and begins to move. Very slowly, it lies down. [[You've been safely delivered back to your friends.|4.17]]

"$mc?" Oswin's shaky voice calls to you. You move your head towards his voice and wave your hand. "Oh gods, you're alive." You hear his steps quicken but the wolf snarls in response. "It's okay," you soothe. Oswin reaches you with slower steps. "$mc…$mc. I'm so…" He takes a deep, stuttering breath. "Oswin, my left shoulder is badly hurt," you say as you sense his hands trying to find the most gentle way to pull you from your mount. "Brace yourself. I will pull you off and set you on the ground so we can look at it." Oswin gets a firm but gentle hold of you. Using your good arm, you try to support your wounded one. You feel him tug and your vision goes black. "It's okay, it's okay - it'll be over soon. Stay with me!" Oswin calls. You're screaming before you can even fully process the pain. The sound is cracked and raw, but it is all you can do. Your eyes water. Once you are settled on the ground for a few moments, the intensity of the pain begins to lessen. "I've got you," Zahn says. You feel a tingle up and down your back - it's soothing. You nearly weep in relief. "I can ebb the pain with my magic." $Zcapitalheshe meets your eyes. "Just give it a few moments and it will all settle. We'll fix you up." Sure enough, in a matter of minutes the pain is tolerable, and you can even sit up. Your vision clears. The wolf is still close, but standing now. It seems to be hovering protectively close to you, and your companions seem nervous about it. "What about the wolf, Oswin?" Zahn whispers. "I don't know. I've never seen such a beast. It doesn't seem to mean any harm, but I think we should get $mc out of here and away from it." Zahn shakes $Zhisher head. "$mc needs treatment //now//. It will only get worse if we wait." "Aren't you the one who is terrified of wolves? If that creature turns on us, we are all dead." "Did it just deliver our missing friend to complete the set before it had a snack? You thick-headed bull!" Oswin growls, sounding remarkably similar to the wolf. "I am ''not'' getting into this with you now. You've been nothing but difficult since last night." "I wanted $mc back, and now we have $himher. I'm sorry for being…upset, but I think this is best - we treat the wound now. $mc is already in so much pain, we can't keep jostling $himher around." You grumble. "The wolf has been taking care of me, we're safe." Oswin guffaws. "This isn't a normal wolf, I am not hanging around it any longer than we have to. You are clearly delirious." You swat his hand as he tries to feel your forehead. "I have been through death and back - do //not// even begin to tell me what I am or am not right now, Oswin Twinflower." He sighs and then goes silent for a moment. "I'm sorry. That was wrong of me, but I insist. Zahn will support you with magic, and I will lift you." Zahn stomps a foot. "We treat $himher //here//." [[The slow buildup of laughter sounds behind you.|4.18]]

You all freeze. The laugh is low and unnatural. A shiver travels up your spine as you realize that it's coming from the wolf. It plods slowly into view, the growl-like laugh picking up as it faces you all. Oswin frantically reaches for his sword, only to discover that it still lays upon the ground a ways away. Likewise, Zahn has set $Zhisher bow just out of reach. "Wolfy?" You try. "Can you actually understand us?" The creature is your friend, right? The wolf's lips curl up, but it doesn't seem to be a snarl. It's a smile. The gold eyes of the wolf begin to glow. Tendrils of light flow from them and travel all across the body of the wolf in wanton lines that wrap all around it. The light is bright enough that you flinch away for a moment. When you look back, the wolf is gone… In its stead is… [[A man.|4.19a]] [[A woman.|4.19b]]

<<nobr>> <<set $Dgen to 'male'>> <<set $Dheshe to 'he'>> <<set $Dcapitalheshe to 'He'>> <<set $Dhisher to 'his'>> <<set $Dcapitalhisher to 'His'>> <<set $Dhimher to 'him'>> <<set $Dcapitalhimher to 'Him'>> <<set $Dhishers to 'his'>> <<set $Dcapitalhishers to 'His'>> <<set $Dhimselfherself to 'himself'>> <<set $Dcapitalhimselfherself to 'Himself'>> <<set $Dmanwoperson to 'man'>> <<set $Dsondtrchild to 'son'>> <</nobr>> A completely naked man. He smiles cheekily at you and cocks his head to one side. "I can, little <<if $mark is 'tree'>>sapling.<<elseif $mark is 'sun'>>sunbeam.<<elseif $mark is 'storm'>>rain-cloud.<<elseif $mark is 'plants'>>bramble.<<elseif $mark is 'night'>>moonbeam.<<elseif $mark is 'mountain'>>stone.<</if>>" That's when you suddenly realize that not all of his wolfish features have gone. At the sides of his head are two fuzzy prick ears. His smile is framed by fangs too long to be fully human. A fluffy tail twitches from behind him, and his long delicate fingers end in short black claws. As he walks closer, his long grey hair cascades over his shoulders to the middle of his abdomen, offset by his warm beige complexion. You notice that the gold and glowing eyes of the wolf have shifted into a sweet honey-brown. His ears twitch as you stare - as //all// of you stare. And you finally notice that the right ear has a gold earring close to its point, but the other is missing the flesh where the matching earring would go. Both Zahn and Oswin are at a loss for words. He runs his sharp claws through his hair, highlighting how the silky strands slip easily through his fingers. "I'd still be happy to carry you on my back…Though, I'd be agreeable should you like to cling to my front instead." He drags his hands down his torso, stroking his toned chest and abdomen as they migrate further below. [[You keep your eyes on his.|4.19a1][$SeriousPlayful to Math.clamp($SeriousPlayful + 5, 0, 100)]] $flirt_label [[You resist looking where he wants you to (even though you're interested)|4.19a2][$BoldflirtShyflirt to Math.clamp($BoldflirtShyflirt - 5, 0, 100)]] $flirt_label [[If he's offering, you're looking.|4.19a3][$BoldflirtShyflirt to Math.clamp($BoldflirtShyflirt + 5, 0, 100)]] [[You smart off.|4.19a4][$GentleAssertive to Math.clamp($GentleAssertive - 5, 0, 100)]]

<<nobr>> <<set $Dgen to 'female'>> <<set $Dheshe to 'she'>> <<set $Dcapitalheshe to 'She'>> <<set $Dhisher to 'her'>> <<set $Dcapitalhisher to 'Her'>> <<set $Dhimher to 'her'>> <<set $Dcapitalhimher to 'Her'>> <<set $Dhishers to 'hers'>> <<set $Dcapitalhishers to 'Hers'>> <<set $Dhimselfherself to 'herself'>> <<set $Dcapitalhimselfherself to 'Herself'>> <<set $Dmanwoperson to 'woman'>> <<set $Dsondtrchild to 'daughter'>> <</nobr>> A completely naked woman. She smiles cheekily at you and cocks her head to one side. "I can, little <<if $mark is 'tree'>>sapling.<<elseif $mark is 'sun'>>sunbeam.<<elseif $mark is 'storm'>>rain-cloud.<<elseif $mark is 'plants'>>bramble.<<elseif $mark is 'night'>>moonbeam.<<elseif $mark is 'mountain'>>stone.<</if>>" That's when you suddenly realize that not all of her wolfish features have gone. At the sides of her head are two fuzzy prick ears. Her smile is framed by fangs too long to be fully human. A fluffy tail twitches from behind her, and her long delicate fingers end in short black claws. As she walks closer, her long grey hair cascades over her shoulders to the middle of her abdomen, offset by her warm beige complexion. You notice that the gold and glowing eyes of the wolf have shifted into a sweet honey-brown. Her ears twitch as you stare - as //all// of you stare. And you finally notice that one ear has a gold earring close to its point, but the other is missing the flesh where the matching earring would go. Both Zahn and Oswin are at a loss for words. She runs her sharp claws through her hair, highlighting how the silky strands slip easily through her fingers. "I'd still be happy to carry you on my back…Though, I'd be agreeable should you like to cling to my front instead." She drags her hands down her abdomen, stroking her plump chest and toned abdomen as they migrate further below. [[You keep your eyes on hers.|4.19b1][$SeriousPlayful to Math.clamp($SeriousPlayful + 5, 0, 100)]] $flirt_label [[You resist looking where she wants you to (even though you're interested).|4.19b2][$BoldflirtShyflirt to Math.clamp($BoldflirtShyflirt - 5, 0, 100)]] $flirt_label [[If she's offering, you're looking.|4.19b3][$BoldflirtShyflirt to Math.clamp($BoldflirtShyflirt + 5, 0, 100)]] [[You smart off.|4.19b4][$GentleAssertive to Math.clamp($GentleAssertive - 5, 0, 100)]]

You've been through quite enough in less than a day, and you're not going to play this game with a forward stranger. Even if that stranger fed you berries and gave you a ride back to your friends. And is also a wolf. Your heart suddenly flickers. What //is// he then? You get a wolfish grin in return, and Oswin moves in front of you with a dagger in hand. "Get back, beast!" Oswin bellows. The wolf-person gives an exaggerated gasp. "//Beast//!?" Oswin holds the knife up. The stranger doesn't seem worried in the slightest. "Now, your little friend behind you is very alluring, but I quite like your pretty eyes and grumpy face too. Ooh, and look at //you//." The man turns towards Zahn. "Very cute. I feel like I have truly been blessed with a bountiful harvest." "Harvest?" you murmur. "Yes," the stranger replies. "A feast for my eyes." He winks at you. Oswin doesn't relent or move. "I know what you are, and you can't interfere with us - be on your way." "Can't I?" the wolf asks in challenge. "Sweet pup, I already have." "Oswin?" you ask. "What do you mean?" "It's okay, $mc…He's…a god, he can't hurt us...I'm pretty sure." Zahn kneels next to you, and you feel a swell of $Zhisher magic providing you more relief. "I don't care what you are, but our friend is hurt - can you help?" Oswin groans. "Absolutely not, I don't trust this creature - it's up to something." The wolf sighs. "I'm not up to anything - in fact I'm quite bored. All the poachers are too scared of me to come into the forest and play anymore. And - I'm not an //it// you dense twit - nor am I a //creature//. My name is Duri'naan, but please call me Duri. I am a demigod, if it pleases you, but please hold your worship even if it may be difficult." Zahn chimes, "It's nice to meet you Duri! I'm Zahn!" "Enchanted, Zahn - glad one of you cute things has some manners. Now, I caught $mc's name earlier and yours as well, Oswin. Let's all play nice. I swear that I will not harm you without reason. Play nice with me, and I will not bite unless you request." Oswin drops his knife and groans. "Why in blazes would anyone ask you to bite them?" Duri raises an eyebrow. "Oh sweet mother, you are adorable." He chuckles. "Now! We really should help your friend, poor $mc has been through a lot." Dropping to your side, Oswin peers over your shoulder. "<<if $shoulderpuncture is true>>We need to pull the debris from the wound and get you cleaned up.<<else>>We need to reset your shoulder and get your arm in a proper sling.<</if>> It won't be pleasant, but the sooner we take care of it the better." Zahn scoots closer. "I can help manage the pain for you, but I'm not strong enough to take it away completely." "I can help with that." Duri chimes in. You and Zahn give him your attention as Oswin sneers. "My magic, as you can clearly see, is a bit different from most. But since our pretty blue-eyed friend here seems to be gifted in manipulating magic - I can give $Zhimher a boost. I lend you raw power and you direct it where it needs to be - simple yeah?" Duri nods triumphantly. Oswin makes to interject when Duri interrupts. "Before you shit your pants about it, I won't need to touch your precious cargo, swordsman - only Zahn. Don't get all prickly - if I wanted to hurt any of you - I would." [[With a heavy sigh, Oswin relents.|4.20]]

<<set $Dflirt +=5>> Your eyes nearly tick down to take in the rest of the beautiful stranger, wavering from his gaze for a moment. You get the sense that he knows that you're tempted as his almond-shaped eyes narrow in delight. Perhaps it is unwise to accept such a clear invitation from a stranger. Even if that stranger fed you berries and gave you a ride back to your friends. And is also a wolf. Your heart suddenly flickers. What //is// he then? You get a wolfish grin in return, and Oswin moves in front of you with a dagger in hand. "Get back, beast!" Oswin bellows. The wolf-person gives an exaggerated gasp. "//Beast//!?" Oswin holds the knife up. The stranger doesn't seem worried in the slightest. "Now, your little friend behind you is very alluring, but I quite like your pretty eyes and grumpy face too. Ooh, and look at //you//." The man turns towards Zahn. "Very cute. I feel like I have truly been blessed with a bountiful harvest." "Harvest?" you murmur. "Yes," the stranger replies. "A feast for my eyes." He winks at you. Oswin doesn't relent or move. "I know what you are, and you can't interfere with us - be on your way." "Can't I?" the wolf asks in challenge. "Sweet pup, I already have." "Oswin?" you ask. "What do you mean?" "It's okay, $mc…He's…a god, he can't hurt us...I'm pretty sure." Zahn kneels next to you, and you feel a swell of $Zhisher magic providing you more relief. "I don't care what you are, but our friend is hurt - can you help?" Oswin groans. "Absolutely not, I don't trust this creature - it's up to something." The wolf sighs. "I'm not up to anything - in fact I'm quite bored. All the poachers are too scared of me to come into the forest and play anymore. And - I'm not an //it// you dense twit - nor am I a //creature//. My name is Duri'naan, but please call me Duri. I am a demigod, if it pleases you, but please hold your worship even if may be difficult." Zahn chimes, "It's nice to meet you Duri! I'm Zahn!" "Enchanted, Zahn - glad one of you cute things has some manners. Now, I caught $mc's name earlier and yours as well, Oswin. Let's all play nice. I swear that I will not harm you without reason. Play nice with me, and I will not bite unless you request." Oswin drops his knife and groans. "Why in blazes would anyone ask you to bite them?" Duri raises an eyebrow. "Oh sweet mother, you are adorable." He chuckles. "Now! We really should help your friend, poor $mc has been through a lot." Dropping to your side, Oswin peers over your shoulder. "<<if $shoulderpuncture is true>>We need to pull the debris from the wound and get you cleaned up.<<else>>We need to reset your shoulder and get your arm in a proper sling.<</if>> It won't be pleasant, but the sooner we take care of it the better." Zahn scoots closer. "I can help manage the pain for you, but I'm not strong enough to take it away completely." "I can help with that." Duri chimes in. You and Zahn give him your attention as Oswin sneers. "My magic, as you can clearly see, is a bit different from most. But since our pretty blue-eyed friend here seems to be gifted in manipulating magic - I can give $Zhimher a boost. I lend you raw power and you direct it where it needs to be - simple yeah?" Duri nods triumphantly. Oswin makes to interject when Duri interrupts. "Before you shit your pants about it, I won't need to touch your precious cargo, swordsman - only Zahn. Don't get all prickly - if I wanted to hurt any of you - I would." [[With a heavy sigh, Oswin relents.|4.20]]

<<set $Dflirt +=5>> He wants you to look? Fine. You follow his hands as they work across his pelvis and down his hips to the tops of his thighs. A trail of thin dark grey hair leads to and outlines his member. You suddenly realize why he seems so proud of it. Considering that it's flaccid, it's quite…striking, which isn't a term you ever thought you'd use for a penis. With hands back at the top of his hips, he sways slightly. You feel your face heat watching the impressive package begin to move. His sac is quite…proportional. He clears his throat and you snap your gaze away to stare at the ground, wondering if you should worry if the other two noticed your staring. You try to keep your gaze turned away, but inevitably look up to see your savior looking at you, his tongue - unusually long - darts out to wet his lips. Perhaps it is unwise to accept such a clear invitation from a stranger. Even if that stranger fed you berries and gave you a ride back to your friends. And is also a wolf. Your heart suddenly flickers. What //is// he then? You get a wolfish grin in return, and Oswin moves in front of you with a dagger in hand. "Get back, beast!" Oswin bellows. The wolf-person gives an exaggerated gasp. "//Beast//!?" Oswin holds the knife up. The stranger doesn't seem worried in the slightest. "Now, your little friend behind you is very alluring, but I quite like your pretty eyes and grumpy face too. Ooh, and look at //you//." The man turns towards Zahn. "Very cute. I feel like I have truly been blessed with a bountiful harvest." "Harvest?" you murmur. "Yes," the stranger replies. "A feast for my eyes." He winks at you. Oswin doesn't relent or move. "I know what you are, and you can't interfere with us - be on your way." "Can't I?" the wolf asks in challenge. "Sweet pup, I already have." "Oswin?" you ask. "What do you mean?" "It's okay, $mc…He's…a god, he can't hurt us...I'm pretty sure." Zahn kneels next to you, and you feel a swell of $Zhisher magic providing you more relief. "I don't care what you are, but our friend is hurt - can you help?" Oswin groans. "Absolutely not, I don't trust this creature - it's up to something." The wolf sighs. "I'm not up to anything - in fact I'm quite bored. All the poachers are too scared of me to come into the forest and play anymore. And - I'm not an //it// you dense twit - nor am I a //creature//. My name is Duri'naan, but please call me Duri. I am a demigod, if it pleases you, but please hold your worship even if may be difficult." Zahn chimes, "It's nice to meet you Duri! I'm Zahn!" "Enchanted, Zahn - glad one of you cute things has some manners. Now, I caught $mc's name earlier and yours as well, Oswin. Let's all play nice. I swear that I will not harm you without reason. Play nice with me, and I will not bite unless you request." Oswin drops his knife and groans. "Why in blazes would anyone ask you to bite them?" Duri raises an eyebrow. "Oh sweet mother, you are adorable." He chuckles. "Now! We really should help your friend, poor $mc has been through a lot." Dropping to your side, Oswin peers over your shoulder. "<<if $shoulderpuncture is true>>We need to pull the debris from the wound and get you cleaned up.<<else>>We need to reset your shoulder and get your arm in a proper sling.<</if>> It won't be pleasant, but the sooner we take care of it the better." Zahn scoots closer. "I can help manage the pain for you, but I'm not strong enough to take it away completely." "I can help with that." Duri chimes in. You and Zahn give him your attention as Oswin sneers. "My magic, as you can clearly see, is a bit different from most. But since our pretty blue-eyed friend here seems to be gifted in manipulating magic - I can give $Zhimher a boost. I lend you raw power and you direct it where it needs to be - simple yeah?" Duri nods triumphantly. Oswin makes to interject when Duri interrupts. "Before you shit your pants about it, I won't need to touch your precious cargo, swordsman - only Zahn. Don't get all prickly - if I wanted to hurt any of you - I would." [[With a heavy sigh, Oswin relents.|4.20]]

"Trust me, I've seen better," you spit, rolling your eyes for good measure. The look of pure shock is almost enough to let you smile through the pain in your shoulder. But, much to your chagrin, his face lights up with mirth right after. He turns his gaze to Oswin. "Was it his?" Oswin chokes. The stranger smiles and nods excitedly. "Yeah, he looks like he'd have a great-" You groan loudly. <<if $Ostat2 is 'romantic'>>"Hmm…maybe…do you two have a thing? Are you lovers?" The man rubs his hands together as if getting in on a juicy secret.<</if>> "That is quite enough!" Oswin yells. "$mc has been through too much already." He is more than right, you've been through it all in less than a day, and you're not going to play this game with a forward stranger. Even if that stranger fed you berries and gave you a ride back to your friends. And is also a wolf. Your heart suddenly flickers. What //is// he then? You get a wolfish grin in return, and Oswin moves in front of you with a dagger in hand. "Get back, beast!" Oswin bellows. The wolf-person gives an exaggerated gasp. "//Beast//!? After I tried to compliment your-" Oswin holds the knife up. The stranger doesn't seem worried in the slightest. "Now, your little friend behind you is very alluring, but I quite like your pretty eyes and grumpy face too. Ooh, and look at //you//." The man turns towards Zahn. "Very cute. I feel like I have truly been blessed with a bountiful harvest." "Harvest?" you murmur. "Yes," the stranger replies. "A feast for my eyes." He winks at you. Oswin doesn't relent or move. "I know what you are, and you can't interfere with us - be on your way." "Can't I?" the wolf asks in challenge. "Sweet pup, I already have." "Oswin?" you ask. "What do you mean?" "It's okay, $mc…He's…a god, he can't hurt us...I'm pretty sure." Zahn kneels next to you, and you feel a swell of $Zhisher magic providing you more relief. "I don't care what you are, but our friend is hurt - can you help?" Oswin groans. "Absolutely not, I don't trust this creature - it's up to something." The wolf sighs. "I'm not up to anything - in fact I'm quite bored. All the poachers are too scared of me to come into the forest and play anymore. And - I'm not an //it// you dense twit - nor am I a //creature//. My name is Duri'naan, but please call me Duri. I am a demigod, if it pleases you, but please hold your worship even if it may be difficult." Zahn chimes, "It's nice to meet you Duri! I'm Zahn!" "Enchanted, Zahn - glad one of you cute things has some manners. Now, I caught $mc's name earlier and yours as well, Oswin. Let's all play nice. I swear that I will not harm you without reason. Play nice with me, and I will not bite unless you request." Oswin drops his knife and groans. "Why in blazes would anyone ask you to bite them?" Duri raises an eyebrow. "Oh sweet mother, you are adorable." He chuckles. "Now! We really should help your friend, poor $mc has been through a lot." You roll your eyes. Demigod or no, this person may need a good bap on the nose. Dropping to your side, Oswin peers over your shoulder. "<<if $shoulderpuncture is true>>We need to pull the debris from the wound and get you cleaned up.<<else>>We need to reset your shoulder and get your arm in a proper sling.<</if>> It won't be pleasant, but the sooner we take care of it the better since we're apparently //safe// from the wolf...for now." Zahn scoots closer. "I can help manage the pain for you, but I'm not strong enough to take it away completely." "I can help with that." Duri chimes in. You and Zahn give him your attention as Oswin sneers. "My magic, as you can clearly see, is a bit different from most. But since our pretty blue-eyed friend here seems to be gifted in manipulating magic - I can give $Zhimher a boost. I lend you raw power and you direct it where it needs to be - simple yeah?" Duri nods triumphantly. Oswin makes to interject when Duri interrupts. "Before you shit your pants about it, I won't need to touch your precious cargo, swordsman - only Zahn. Don't get all prickly - if I wanted to hurt any of you - I would.<<if $Ostat2 is 'romantic'>> The most you'll need to worry about is me stealing $hisher heart.<</if>>" You have a feeling your eyes are going to get stuck with how often you'll be rolling them. [[With a heavy sigh and a grumble, Oswin relents.|4.20]]

You've been through quite enough in less than a day, and you're not going to play this game with a forward stranger. Even if that stranger fed you berries and gave you a ride back to your friends. And is also a wolf. Your heart suddenly flickers. What //is// she then? You get a wolfish grin in return, and Oswin moves in front of you with a dagger in hand. "Get back, beast!" Oswin bellows. The wolf-person gives an exaggerated gasp. "//Beast//!?" Oswin holds the knife up. The stranger doesn't seem worried in the slightest. "Now, your little friend behind you is very alluring, but I quite like your pretty eyes and grumpy face too. Ooh, and look at //you//." The woman turns towards Zahn. "Very cute. I feel like I have truly been blessed with a bountiful harvest." "Harvest?" you murmur. "Yes," the stranger replies. "A feast for my eyes." She winks at you. Oswin doesn't relent or move. "I know what you are, and you can't interfere with us - be on your way." "Can't I?" the wolf asks in challenge. "Sweet pup, I already have." "Oswin?" you ask. "What do you mean?" "It's okay, $mc…She's…a god, she can't hurt us...I'm pretty sure." Zahn kneels next to you, and you feel a swell of $Zhisher magic providing you more relief. "I don't care what you are, but our friend is hurt - can you help?" Oswin groans. "Absolutely not, I don't trust this creature - it's up to something." The wolf sighs. "I'm not up to anything - in fact I'm quite bored. All the poachers are too scared of me to come into the forest and play anymore. And - I'm not an //it// you dense twit - nor am I a //creature//. My name is Duri'naan, but please call me Duri. I am a demigod, if it pleases you, but please hold your worship even if it may be difficult." Zahn chimes, "It's nice to meet you Duri! I'm Zahn!" "Enchanted, Zahn - glad one of you cute things has some manners. Now, I caught $mc's name earlier and yours as well, Oswin. Let's all play nice. I swear that I will not harm you without reason. Play nice with me, and I will not bite unless you request." Oswin drops his knife and groans. "Why in blazes would anyone ask you to bite them?" Duri raises an eyebrow. "Oh sweet mother, you are adorable." She chuckles. "Now! We really should help your friend, poor $mc has been through a lot." Dropping to your side, Oswin peers over your shoulder. "<<if $shoulderpuncture is true>>We need to pull the debris from the wound and get you cleaned up.<<else>>We need to reset your shoulder and get your arm in a proper sling.<</if>> It won't be pleasant, but the sooner we take care of it the better." Zahn scoots closer. "I can help manage the pain for you, but I'm not strong enough to take it away completely." "I can help with that." Duri chimes in. You and Zahn give her your attention as Oswin sneers. "My magic, as you can clearly see, is a bit different from most. But since our pretty blue-eyed friend here seems to be gifted in manipulating magic - I can give $Zhimher a boost. I lend you raw power and you direct it where it needs to be - simple yeah?" Duri nods triumphantly. Oswin makes to interject when Duri interrupts. "Before you shit your pants about it, I won't need to touch your precious cargo, swordsman - only Zahn. Don't get all prickly - if I wanted to hurt any of you - I would." [[With a heavy sigh, Oswin relents.|4.20]]

Your eyes nearly tick down to take in the rest of the beautiful stranger, wavering from her gaze for a moment. You get the sense that she knows that you're tempted as her almond-shaped eyes narrow in delight. Perhaps it is unwise to accept such a clear invitation from a stranger. Even if that stranger fed you berries and gave you a ride back to your friends. And is also a wolf. Your heart suddenly flickers. What //is// she then? You get a wolfish grin in return, and Oswin moves in front of you with a dagger in hand. "Get back, beast!" Oswin bellows. The wolf-person gives an exaggerated gasp. "//Beast//!?" Oswin holds the knife up. The stranger doesn't seem worried in the slightest. "Now, your little friend behind you is very alluring, but I quite like your pretty eyes and grumpy face too. Ooh, and look at //you//." The woman turns towards Zahn. "Very cute. I feel like I have truly been blessed with a bountiful harvest." "Harvest?" you murmur. "Yes," the stranger replies. "A feast for my eyes." She winks at you. Oswin doesn't relent or move. "I know what you are, and you can't interfere with us - be on your way." "Can't I?" the wolf asks in challenge. "Sweet pup, I already have." "Oswin?" you ask. "What do you mean?" "It's okay, $mc…She's…a god, she can't hurt us...I'm pretty sure." Zahn kneels next to you, and you feel a swell of $Zhisher magic providing you more relief. "I don't care what you are, but our friend is hurt - can you help?" Oswin groans. "Absolutely not, I don't trust this creature - it's up to something." The wolf sighs. "I'm not up to anything - in fact I'm quite bored. All the poachers are too scared of me to come into the forest and play anymore. And - I'm not an //it// you dense twit - nor am I a //creature//. My name is Duri'naan, but please call me Duri. I am a demigod, if it pleases you, but please hold your worship even if it may be difficult." Zahn chimes, "It's nice to meet you Duri! I'm Zahn!" "Enchanted, Zahn - glad one of you cute things has some manners. Now, I caught $mc's name earlier and yours as well, Oswin. Let's all play nice. I swear that I will not harm you without reason. Play nice with me, and I will not bite unless you request." Oswin drops his knife and groans. "Why in blazes would anyone ask you to bite them?" Duri raises an eyebrow. "Oh sweet mother, you are adorable." She chuckles. "Now! We really should help your friend, poor $mc has been through a lot." Dropping to your side, Oswin peers over your shoulder. "<<if $shoulderpuncture is true>>We need to pull the debris from the wound and get you cleaned up.<<else>>We need to reset your shoulder and get your arm in a proper sling.<</if>> It won't be pleasant, but the sooner we take care of it the better." Zahn scoots closer. "I can help manage the pain for you, but I'm not strong enough to take it away completely." "I can help with that." Duri chimes in. You and Zahn give her your attention as Oswin sneers. "My magic, as you can clearly see, is a bit different from most. But since our pretty blue-eyed friend here seems to be gifted in manipulating magic - I can give $Zhimher a boost. I lend you raw power and you direct it where it needs to be - simple yeah?" Duri nods triumphantly. Oswin makes to interject when Duri interrupts. "Before you shit your pants about it, I won't need to touch your precious cargo, swordsman - only Zahn. Don't get all prickly - if I wanted to hurt any of you - I would." [[With a heavy sigh, Oswin relents.|4.20]]

<<set $Dflirt +=5>> She wants you to look? Fine. You follow her hands as they work across her pelvis and down her hips to the tops of her thighs. A trail of thin dark grey hair leads to and outlines her vulva. You suddenly realize why she seems so proud of it. Considering she is only standing before you, it's quite…alluring the way she presents herself. Just below the slight plump of her pubic mound is a perfect inverted triangle, with two tempting lips at the point. With hands back at the top of her hips, she adjusts her stance to part her legs slightly. You feel your face heat watching the tempting display. She clears her throat and you snap your gaze away to stare at the ground, wondering if you should worry if the other two noticed your staring. You try to keep your gaze turned away, but inevitably look up to see your savior looking at you, her tongue - unusually long - darts out to wet her lips. Perhaps it is unwise to accept such a clear invitation from a stranger. Even if that stranger fed you berries and gave you a ride back to your friends. And is also a wolf. Your heart suddenly flickers. What //is// she then? You get a wolfish grin in return, and Oswin moves in front of you with a dagger in hand. "Get back, beast!" Oswin bellows. The wolf-person gives an exaggerated gasp. "//Beast//!?" Oswin holds the knife up. The stranger doesn't seem worried in the slightest. "Now, your little friend behind you is very alluring, but I quite like your pretty eyes and grumpy face too. Ooh, and look at //you//." The woman turns towards Zahn. "Very cute. I feel like I have truly been blessed with a bountiful harvest." "Harvest?" you murmur. "Yes," the stranger replies. "A feast for my eyes." She winks at you. Oswin doesn't relent or move. "I know what you are, and you can't interfere with us - be on your way." "Can't I?" the wolf asks in challenge. "Sweet pup, I already have." "Oswin?" you ask. "What do you mean?" "It's okay, $mc…She's…a god, she can't hurt us...I'm pretty sure." Zahn kneels next to you, and you feel a swell of $Zhisher magic providing you more relief. "I don't care what you are, but our friend is hurt - can you help?" Oswin groans. "Absolutely not, I don't trust this creature - it's up to something." The wolf sighs. "I'm not up to anything - in fact I'm quite bored. All the poachers are too scared of me to come into the forest and play anymore. And - I'm not an //it// you dense twit - nor am I a //creature//. My name is Duri'naan, but please call me Duri. I am a demigod, if it pleases you, but please hold your worship even if it may be difficult." Zahn chimes, "It's nice to meet you Duri! I'm Zahn!" "Enchanted, Zahn - glad one of you cute things has some manners. Now, I caught $mc's name earlier and yours as well, Oswin. Let's all play nice. I swear that I will not harm you without reason. Play nice with me, and I will not bite unless you request." Oswin drops his knife and groans. "Why in blazes would anyone ask you to bite them?" Duri raises an eyebrow. "Oh sweet mother, you are adorable." She chuckles. "Now! We really should help your friend, poor $mc has been through a lot." Dropping to your side, Oswin peers over your shoulder. "<<if $shoulderpuncture is true>>We need to pull the debris from the wound and get you cleaned up.<<else>>We need to reset your shoulder and get your arm in a proper sling.<</if>> It won't be pleasant, but the sooner we take care of it the better." Zahn scoots closer. "I can help manage the pain for you, but I'm not strong enough to take it away completely." "I can help with that." Duri chimes in. You and Zahn give her your attention as Oswin sneers. "My magic, as you can clearly see, is a bit different from most. But since our pretty blue-eyed friend here seems to be gifted in manipulating magic - I can give $Zhimher a boost. I lend you raw power and you direct it where it needs to be - simple yeah?" Duri nods triumphantly. Oswin makes to interject when Duri interrupts. "Before you shit your pants about it, I won't need to touch your precious cargo, swordsman - only Zahn. Don't get all prickly - if I wanted to hurt any of you - I would." [[With a heavy sigh, Oswin relents.|4.20]]

"Trust me, I've seen better," you spit, rolling your eyes for good measure. The look of pure shock is almost enough to let you smile through the pain in your shoulder. But, much to your chagrin, her face lights up with mirth right after. She turns her gaze to Oswin. "Was it his?" Oswin chokes. The stranger smiles and nods excitedly. "Yeah, he looks like he'd have a great-" You groan loudly. <<if $Ostat2 is 'romantic'>>"Hmm…maybe…do you two have a thing? Are you lovers?" The woman rubs her hands together as if getting in on a juicy secret.<</if>> "That is quite enough!" Oswin yells. "$mc has been through enough." He is more than right, you've been through it all in less than a day, and you're not going to play this game with a forward stranger. Even if that stranger fed you berries and gave you a ride back to your friends. And is also a wolf. Your heart suddenly flickers. What //is// she then? You get a wolfish grin in return, and Oswin moves in front of you with a dagger in hand. "Get back, beast!" Oswin bellows. The wolf-person gives an exaggerated gasp. "//Beast//!? After I tried to compliment your-" Oswin holds the knife up. The stranger doesn't seem worried in the slightest. "Now, your little friend behind you is very alluring, but I quite like your pretty eyes and grumpy face too. Ooh, and look at //you//." The woman turns towards Zahn. "Very cute. I feel like I have truly been blessed with a bountiful harvest." "Harvest?" you murmur. "Yes," the stranger replies. "A feast for my eyes." She winks at you. Oswin doesn't relent or move. "I know what you are, and you can't interfere with us - be on your way." "Can't I?" the wolf asks in challenge. "Sweet pup, I already have." "Oswin?" you ask. "What do you mean?" "It's okay, $mc…She's…a god, she can't hurt us...I'm pretty sure." Zahn kneels next to you, and you feel a swell of $Zhisher magic providing you more relief. "I don't care what you are, but our friend is hurt - can you help?" Oswin groans. "Absolutely not, I don't trust this creature - it's up to something." The wolf sighs. "I'm not up to anything - in fact I'm quite bored. All the poachers are too scared of me to come into the forest and play anymore. And - I'm not an //it// you dense twit - nor am I a //creature//. My name is Duri'naan, but please call me Duri. I am a demigod, if it pleases you, but please hold your worship even if it may be difficult." Zahn chimes, "It's nice to meet you Duri! I'm Zahn!" "Enchanted, Zahn - glad one of you cute things has some manners. Now, I caught $mc's name earlier and yours as well, Oswin. Let's all play nice. I swear that I will not harm you without reason. Play nice with me, and I will not bite unless you request." Oswin drops his knife and groans. "Why in blazes would anyone ask you to bite them?" Duri raises an eyebrow. "Oh sweet mother, you are adorable." She chuckles. "Now! We really should help your friend, poor $mc has been through a lot." You roll your eyes. Demigod or no, this person may need a good bap on the nose. Dropping to your side, Oswin peers over your shoulder. "<<if $shoulderpuncture is true>>We need to pull the debris from the wound and get you cleaned up.<<else>>We need to reset your shoulder and get your arm in a proper sling.<</if>> It won't be pleasant, but the sooner we take care of it the better." Zahn scoots closer. "I can help manage the pain for you, but I'm not strong enough to take it away completely." "I can help with that." Duri chimes in. You and Zahn give her your attention as Oswin sneers. "My magic, as you can clearly see, is a bit different from most. But since our pretty blue-eyed friend here seems to be gifted in manipulating magic - I can give $Zhimher a boost. I lend you raw power and you direct it where it needs to be - simple yeah?" Duri nods triumphantly. Oswin makes to interject when Duri interrupts. "Before you shit your pants about it, I won't need to touch your precious cargo, swordsman - only Zahn. Don't get all prickly - if I wanted to hurt any of you - I would.<<if $Ostat2 is 'romantic'>> The most you'll need to worry about is me stealing $hisher heart.<</if>>" You have a feeling your eyes are going to get stuck with how often you'll be rolling them. [[With a heavy sigh and a grumble, Oswin relents.|4.20]]

The other three get into position around you. Zahn apologizes for any discomfort as $Zheshe kneels behind you and places a hand against the right side of your back, explaining that the best way to lessen your pain and transfer the magic from Duri is through touch. Duri plops $Dhimselfherself down next to Zahn, giving you a wink and a smile as $Dheshe grips Zahn's upper arm. You note that $Dheshe seems mindful of $Dhisher claws. Oswin is in front of you, his face looking sullen. "I'm going to make this as quick as I can, but it will //not// be easy." Duri leans over. "Don't expect this to be pain-free. Healing is not my specialty, and after our slide down the mountain last night - I'm a bit tuckered out…but I'm going to give you all I got, okay?" You nod. <<if $shoulderpuncture is true>>Oswin looks over your wound, biting his lip. Taking his knife, he cuts away strips of fabric to reveal more of it. It is much worse than you thought. The wood pierces all the way through to your back. <<if $interestwound is 'treescrapeonleftshoulder'>>You suppose there's no harm in adding one more scar to that shoulder anyway. <</if>>Thankfully, the branch that punctured you was tapered, so it is thinner and comes to a point at your back. <<if $tat8 is true>>You are certain that your flower tattoo is now ruined.<</if>> You see then, that the supplies Emre gave you are in a bag at Oswin's hip. That's a relief, at least. "$mc," he says. "I can't just yank this out. I will go as fast as I can, but I need to try to not leave splinters behind. I will pull from the front since it's wider at this end. Then, we'll clean it up the best we can. I've got medicine from Emre that we'll pour on it, and then we will get you to a proper healer." "Okay. I'm ready…I think." "You'll have to be. I don't want to scare you, but I think infection is already starting - but it's early - we can fix it." You take a few deep breaths as Oswin prepares himself. The branch has broken off quite a bit, so there isn't much purchase for him to grab it. Pain radiates up and down your back as he finds a spot in the wood that he can grip. You close your eyes and breathe, your heart rate raises despite the soothing touch of the magic entering through your back. "I'm sorry, $mc…" He pulls. Your breath is taken away in a sharp gasp. He stops for a moment, placing his free hand to flank the area he's pulling from to not rip the skin further. He pulls. You choke on a scream. Your body trembles involuntarily. Zahn helps to right your posture and support you. He angles the branch up and pulls again. Black spots drift into your vision, and your hands absently claw at anything around you until they dig into something soft. He pulls. Tears stream down your face. Your throat clenches as you roar in agony. "Nearly there." Oswin says and then pulls again. You go limp, in shock, and Zahn holds you up. Your mouth gapes open like a fish on land. "Stop, stop, stop…" You sob. "Please…" He pulls, finally freeing the debris from your shoulder. You're dizzy, nauseated, and exhausted. The others are talking but you can't understand them. <<else>> Oswin carefully cuts away the sling and then the fabric of your clothing around your shoulder and upper arm. Your clothes are ruined anyway, so it matters little. He frowns and shakes his head at the sight. "It's completely out…and swollen. I'll have to line it back up, which will take a few moments before I can get it back into place. Once I have it lined up, it will be over fast, but it is mangled and I have to be sure I line it up right." "Okay. I'm ready…I think." "You'll have to be. I don't want to scare you, but if we don't do something now, you could have permanent damage to the arm. A proper healer can tell us more when we find one." You take a few deep breaths as Oswin prepares himself. Oswin nods at the other two and you feel a swell of magic, which sends a dragging feeling into your muscles, forcing them to relax. He carefully grabs your arm and begins to move it. You gasp, and nearly begin to struggle out of instinct. Zahn stills you, murmuring reassurances. He shifts again. You gnash your teeth as tears prick your eyes. "It feels as though the tendons are…tangled, but it's close," he says. "Okay…" He shifts it again, and this time it isn't quick. You scream and wail until your throat feels so raw that it could bleed. Your vision is filled with starbursts of white and your ears ring with a high-pitched whine. Though he has only been moving your arm, your gut rolls, threatening to empty what little there is left in you. "There," Oswin says, a sharp jerk nearly sending you down. You hear - or maybe feel - a hard pop. For a fraction of a moment you feel no pain, and then it erupts in a sharp wave. It takes the breath from you, making you quiver, and gasp like a fish out of water. Your stomach churns. <</if>> [[You pass out.|4.20a]] [[You vomit.|4.20b]] [[You cry out for your fathers.|4.20c]]

Your body quakes. All of your muscles are exhausted. You go limp, but someone catches you. "$mc? Stay with us - hey," someone says. Your vision swims in a tangle of green and blue colors before it fades to black. [[You're not sure how long you are unconscious.|4.21]]

The rolling in your stomach is too great. You fall forward, caught by your companions and propped up. You begin to heave. <<if $hairlength is "very long">>You feel someone gather your hair as your other companions support your body.<<elseif $hairlength is "long">>You feel someone gather your hair as your other companions support your body.<<elseif $hairlength is "shoulder length">>You feel someone gather your hair as your other companions support your body.<<elseif $hairlength is "chin length">>You feel someone push the hair from your face as your other companions support your body.<<elseif $hairlength is "short">>You feel your companions move to support your body.<<elseif $hairlength is "very short">>You feel your companions move to support your body.<</if>> You retch. Little but bile exits your gut, spilling to the forest floor - traces of berries and little else. There isn't anything to vomit, but your body tries again. And again. And again. You heave until you collapse, held up only by the strength of your friends. You feel boneless, letting darkness cloud your vision until you feel nothing at all. [[Sleep takes you.|4.21]]

You let your body go limp as your companions support you to keep you from falling. A weak sob wrenches from your lips, a combination of torment and relief. "Papa…Da!" You cry. Tears stream down your cheeks as you think of the comfort of home and the love of your parents. How they always have been there to take care of you - treating every wound and soothing it with love. "It's okay, $mc - it'll be better from here," someone says. Your vision is fuzzy and your hearing is filled with a shrill ring. "I want my da, I want my da…please." You sob. "I want to go home. I want Papa to hold me." Your voice drifts as you continue to mumble in between agonized sobs, images of your fathers floating in your mind. [[You're not sure when you fall asleep.|4.21]]

You feel something move against your lips… Soft and pliant, gently kissing you awake with soft ministrations. You're incredibly groggy, barely making sense of where you are or what is going on. One of your traveling companions wouldn't be kissing you without you knowing, right?<<if $Ostat2 is 'romantic'>> Oswin wouldn't…he'd never!<</if>> <<if $Zstat is 'romantic'>>Surely, Zahn would have some restraint…<<elseif $Zstat is 'physical'>>Surely, Zahn would have some restraint…<</if>> Even if they were…why are their lips so…huge!? You snap fully awake to find the perpetrator - $mountname - standing over you, dragging <<if $mount is 'chessy'>>her<<elseif $mount is 'eb'>>his<<elseif $mount is 'bay'>>his<<elseif $mount is 'mule'>>her<</if>> flopping lips across your mouth. You turn your face and begin to spit. "$mountname!" You hear Zahn call. "Stop that, I told you to quit that at least four times already." $Zcapitalheshe hustles over and grabs <<if $mount is 'mule'>>the mule's<<else>>the horse's<</if>> reins to guide them away. Returning to you, you see a halo of golden hair backlit by the sun and happy blue eyes staring down at you. Zahn places the back of $Zhisher hand to your forehead. "How do you feel?" You think for a moment, still gathering your bearings. You're no longer in extreme pain, but you still feel exhausted. "Like shit." Zahn smiles. "We'll work on that. You've been asleep for a couple hours. We got you bandaged up and everything while you were out. Your shoulder looks a lot better, but Oswin wants to get you to Codrin right away." "Oh! My new friend<<if $allgreyhair is true>> - with matching hair -<</if>> is awake, I see!" You hear Duri's voice yell from somewhere. You try to get up, but Zahn stops you with an apologetic look. "You need to take it very slow." "Let me!" Duri calls, coming to a sudden stop on $Dhisher knees by your side. You gaze up in bewilderment. $Dcapitalhisher ears…are gone. Well, not gone - $Dheshe still has ears, but they look like //human// ears. Your brow furrows. "You noticed right away." Duri smiles wide at you - $Dhisher fangs are also gone, though one is still a bit too long to be human and is a bit crooked. "You wore me out, $mc." $Dcapitalheshe wiggles very human ears at you. "I'm too tired to shift." Duri gently cradles your good shoulder and follows your cues to sit up. You're dizzy for a couple minutes, so you simply sit and try to absorb what's around you. You're still in the wood, at a camp. Both mounts are here and Oswin is sitting a ways from you hunched over a map. Handing you a waterskin, Duri sits in front of you, and you suddenly realize that $Dheshe is wearing a strange robe of some kind, though no shoes. "Glad you're awake. Oswin is //mean//." You scoff - it hurts. <<if $Ostat2 is 'friends'>>"Just give him some time, he's a good friend,"<<elseif $Ostat2 is 'romantic'>>"Just give him some time, he's a good person…a really good person,"<<elseif $Ostat2 is 'distant'>>"He is definitely prickly at the best of times,"<<elseif $Ostat2 is 'neutral'>>"He can be a bit prickly, give him some time to warm up,"<</if>> you say. "I'm sure I can thaw some of that ice around him. I already found out how much he //loooves// wolves and dogs - it'll be too easy." "Just because you are one, doesn't mean he will like you." Zahn chirps. Duri's eyes glow a dull gold for a few seconds as $Dheshe sends you a wicked smile. [[A chorus of howls begins lifting from the surrounding forest.|4.22]]

"My friends will help," Duri says with pure mischief in $Dhisher eyes. You gasp. "You…you really are a god…" "Demigod," $Dheshe corrects. Zahn leans in to smile at you. "Maybe Duri can help you…" "With what?" the demigod asks. "''Nothing''." Oswin snaps back, approaching with haste. "Back off, and give $mc some air." Duri rolls $Dhisher eyes, but scoots away from you. "Do you want me to bring the pups back so you can relax?" $Dcapitalheshe quickly whispers to you. "My friends brought my clothes to me and he //crooned// over them." Duri snickers. Oswin grumbles and ignores $Dhimher as he kneels next to you. "How is your level of pain? Emre had some tonics in the supplies he gave us, we have a bit more left if you need them now." "Manageable," you reply. "If you're able, I know this is sudden, but I'd like your account of what happened last night and this morning. Our new pest here is insisting that you are in $Dhisher debt." A very cross look shadows Oswin's face. "$Dcapitalheshe refuses to leave us be, even though $Dheshe caused the mounts to bolt in the first place with all that-" "Beautiful singing." Duri interrupts, wrinkling $Dhisher nose at Oswin. "I was calling to the packs because some of their pups were missing. Not that I need any reason to howl. Remember, swordsman, you are in //my// house right now. //You// are the guests, and //you// would do well to remember your manners." After an oddly serious look, Duri reverts back to a smile. "Now, I apologize for frightening you last night, but I believed you to be poachers. There was a rash of them over the winter, ''skinning'' my family, so you can imagine how I might be upset to find three more intruders on my land." A horrified look comes over Zahn's face. "Skinning? Your family!?" Duri's lips quiver just for a moment. "The pack - all the wolves, foxes, raccoons…a weasel or two - they're my family and my friends. I hadn't found hunters since mid winter, but I needed to be sure of what you were doing. The landslide caught us all by surprise." You nod. "Surprise is right." You think about your spill down the mountainside. "You came at me a couple times though…" You definitely remember flashes of fangs. "I was trying to grab you and get you out of it. I didn't want to see you die needlessly either. Especially since it looked like you weren't doing anything wrong…" [[You praise Duri for the act of kindness.|4.22a][$GentleAssertive to Math.clamp($GentleAssertive + 3, 0, 100)]] [[You commend Duri for trying to save you.|4.22b][$GentleAssertive to Math.clamp($GentleAssertive - 3, 0, 100)]] $flirt_label [[You suggestively ask what would have happened if Duri had caught you.|4.22c][$BoldflirtShyflirt to Math.clamp($BoldflirtShyflirt + 3, 0, 100)]] $flirt_label [[You blush, taken aback that Duri tried to rescue you.|4.33d][$BoldflirtShyflirt to Math.clamp($BoldflirtShyflirt - 3, 0, 100)]]

You give Duri a warm smile, gently touching $Dhisher arm to get $Dhimher to look at you. "Thank you, Duri. That was kind of you to try - truly. I know it was a little frightful in the moment, but I understand now that you weren't trying to hurt me." Duri's honey-brown eyes go a little wide, and $Dheshe looks around, avoiding your eyes. $Dcapitalheshe nods finally. "I wish I could have caught you… Well, caught you sooner - before you got hurt." "You caught me?" "Yeah, I managed to divert you to the river at least, before I lost my grip. We both got a bath, but at least you didn't splatter!" You snort a laugh, jerking as pain lances through your chest. "So when I woke up and you were right there…" Duri scratches behind one ear and looks away again. "I didn't want you to get cold." "So…you're a total softy." Duri guffaws. "Am not! I thought about eating you as well, but after that fall you were way too tenderized." $Dcapitalheshe laughs and smiles at you. "And you are much too cute to be eaten." You smirk and roll your eyes. "Though…" Duri reaches towards your good arm, requesting your hand. "Maybe you'd let me have a taste?" $Dcapitalhisher eyes subtly glow as they meet your own. $flirt_label [[Allow this "taste."|4.22a1]] $flirt_label [[Go along, but pull back to tease Duri.|4.22a2]] $flirt_label [[Turn this around, and take a taste of your own.|4.22a5]] [[Bonk Duri on the nose.|4.22a3]] [[Turn Duri down.|4.22a4]]

<<set $Dflirt +=3>> <<set $Dbold +=3>> You give $Dhimher your best smoldering look, which immediately gives you $Dhisher full attention. "So…say the big terrible wolf snatched me up before I got very acquainted with that tree…what would you have done with me?" Though Duri's tail is no longer flopping about, you get the sense that it would be wagging at your question. $Dcapitalheshe leans forward, peering back at you through a half-lidded gaze. "I suppose…I'd have dragged you back to my den…licked your wounds ''thoroughly''. It would only be polite after all." You bite your lip. "Shame you didn't catch me." Duri snorts a laugh. "Well, I did; I was just too late for the whole 'dragging you to my den' stuff. By the time I caught up, your shoulder was already fucked." "So, you did catch me though?" "Yeah, I managed to divert you to the river at least, before I lost my grip. We both got a bath, but at least you didn't splatter!" You stifle a laugh, jerking as pain lances through your chest. "So when I woke up and you were right there…" Duri scratches behind one ear and looks away again. "I didn't want you to get cold." "So…you're a total bleeding heart." Duri guffaws. "Am not! I thought about eating you as well, but after that fall you were way too tenderized." $Dcapitalheshe laughs and smiles at you. "And you are much too cute to be eaten." You smirk and roll your eyes. "Though…" Duri reaches towards your good arm, requesting your hand. "Maybe you'd let me have a taste?" $Dcapitalhisher eyes subtly glow as they meet your own. $flirt_label [[Allow this "taste."|4.22a1]] $flirt_label [[Go along, but pull back to tease Duri.|4.22a2]] $flirt_label [[Turn this around, and take a taste of your own.|4.22a5]] [[Bonk Duri on the nose.|4.22a3]] [[Turn Duri down.|4.22a4]]

<<set $Dflirt +=3>> <<set $Dshy +=3>> Your face fills with heat and you're not entirely sure as to why. The charming and attractive demigod in front of you could have just left you to the whims of the mountain, but chose not to at risk to $Dhimselfherself. Your ears feel very hot all of the sudden and Duri looks at your curiously. "My, but your heart is beating awful fast, little lamb." $Dcapitalheshe gives you a wolfish grin - appropriate. You clear your throat. "I just…appreciate that you tried to help me is all." Duri cocks $Dhisher head. "Does your heart always race when you appreciate something? Because if so…I have a myriad of ways to make you appreciate me." Your tongue is useless to reply and you only stammer in return, which seems to only fuel Duri's interest. $Dcapitalheshe shows you mercy and backs off. "I wish I could have caught you… Well, caught you sooner - before you got hurt." "You caught me?" "Yeah, I managed to divert you to the river at least, before I lost my grip. We both got a bath, but at least you didn't splatter!" You stifle a chuckle, jerking as pain lances through your chest. "So when I woke up and you were right there…" Duri scratches behind one ear and looks away again. "I didn't want you to get cold." "So…you're a total sweetheart." Duri guffaws. "Am not! I thought about eating you as well, but after that fall you were way too tenderized." $Dcapitalheshe laughs and smiles at you. "And you are much too cute to be eaten." You smirk and roll your eyes. "Though…" Duri reaches towards your good arm, requesting your hand. "Maybe you'd let me have a taste?" $Dcapitalhisher eyes subtly glow as they meet your own. $flirt_label [[Allow this "taste."|4.22a1]] $flirt_label [[Go along, but pull back to tease Duri.|4.22a2]] $flirt_label [[Turn this around, and take a taste of your own.|4.22a5]] [[Bonk Duri on the nose.|4.22a3]] [[Turn Duri down.|4.22a4]]

<<set $Dflirt +=4>> You give a small nod at Duri, and $Dheshe takes your hand very gently into $Dhishers. Watching you closely, $Dheshe brings it towards $Dhisher lips. You shiver as your gazes meet again. [[A flurry of nerves gets the better of you.|4.22a1a][$BoldflirtShyflirt to Math.clamp($BoldflirtShyflirt - 4, 0, 100)]] [[You manage to keep composed, even offering a relaxed smile.|4.22a1b][$BoldflirtShyflirt to Math.clamp($BoldflirtShyflirt + 4, 0, 100)]]

<<set $Dbold +=3>> <<set $Dflirt +=4>> You hold out your hand towards Duri to give your consent, barely able to conceal the mischievous smirk growing on your lips. Duri leans in closer, eyes locked on yours. $Dcapitalhisher pupils dialate the moment $Dheshe picks up on your anticipation. You get a devilish smile for your eager heart, as Duri brings $Dhisher lips to your hand…and you pull away. $Dcapitalheshe narrows $Dhisher eyes at you with a coy smile as $Dheshe tries again. Just before Duri's lips press to your hand, you pull back. A predatory look comes over Duri's face and $Dhisher eyes glow bright. $Dcapitalhisher smile borders on menacing and you swear $Dhisher fangs have grown slightly. "You know, $mc, the moment you run from a wolf - you become prey." You give a smug smile in return. "Maybe I like to be chased…" Duri lunges, but you don't budge as $Dheshe stops just an arm's length from your face. $Dcapitalhisher pupils are so wide that the glow of gold is only a halo around them. $Dcapitalheshe gently holds your hand, planting a long kiss atop it before lightly grazing the skin with a fang. Chills course through your body as Duri's eyes look to your throat and $Dheshe surges forward once more. <<if $Ostat2 is 'romantic'>>Suddenly, a large hand lands on Duri's head, gripping tightly and pulling $Dhimher away from you. Oswin forces Duri to look at him. He looks livid, and you shrink back in surprise. Oswin's lips curl up and the shadows under his eyes reach a level of malice you've never seen before. "Keep it up, and you'll find that your godhood means very little in a contest with me in your current state. You had your fun, now back off." Oswin release's Duri's head with a slight shove and then stomps away without another word. Duri looks back at you with wide eyes before squeezing your hand gently and letting go. "Wow…that was incredibly sexy. You're lucky, $mc." You're not sure what $Dheshe means by that… <<else>> $Dcapitalheshe is interrupted by a shout. "Cut it out //dog//!" Oswin commands, approaching swiftly. "$mc needs rest!" Duri pouts, reluctantly pulling away from your arm, which still tingles from $Dhisher touch. "Fine, fine. Since your //guard dog// is all in a huff." Oswin towers over Duri, one hand on the hilt of his sword. "Keep it up, and you'll find that your godhood means very little in a contest with me in your current state. You had your fun, now back off." With a sneer, Oswin turns on his heel and stomps away. Duri shakes $Dhisher head. "Kinda cute when he's testy." Zahn snorts. "So…all the time?" <</if>> You take a deep breath, immediately regretting it as you wince in pain. [[That could have gone a bit better…|4.23]]

<<set $Dbold +=3>> <<set $Dflirt +=4>> You give a small nod at Duri, and $Dheshe takes your hand very gently into $Dhishers. Watching you closely, $Dheshe brings it towards $Dhisher lips. You shiver as your gazes meet again, but cannot conceal your smirk. A sensual thrill shivers up your body, and thankfully, it's the one motion you've made that doesn't riddle you with pain. Your smirk only grows as you watch the demigod at your fingertips. Duri leans in even closer, eyes locked on yours. $Dcapitalhisher pupils dialate the moment $Dheshe picks up on your anticipation. You get a devilish smile for your eager heart, and then Duri's lips press into the top of your hand. Allowing yourself a moment to enjoy $Dhisher lips on your skin, you regain your wits and gently flip the hold so that Duri's hand is gripped in yours. Sweet honey-eyes go wide and jump to your face in surprise. The look of shock alone is worth it, but Duri quickly settles into something much more demure as $Dheshe watches you closely, eyes alight with a gold shimmer. Realizing that leaning forward is enough to cause you pain, you gently tug Duri's hand to encourage $Dhimher to move closer. You place a lingering kiss upon $Dhisher knuckles before giving Duri's elegant hand a gentle nibble as well. $Dcapitalhisher pupils are so wide that the glow of gold is only a halo around them. Duri smirks at you. "Mouthy one are you? Guess we have that in common." Just as $Dheshe begins to move forward, reclaiming your hand, you're interrupted by the stomp of boots. <<if $Ostat2 is 'romantic'>>Suddenly, seizes Duri's head, gripping tightly and pulling $Dhimher away from you. Oswin forces Duri to look at him. He looks livid, and you shrink back in surprise. Oswin's lips curl up and the shadows under his eyes reach a level of malice you've never seen before. "Keep it up, and you'll find that your godhood means very little in a contest with me in your current state. You had your fun, now back off." Oswin release's Duri's head with a slight shove and then stomps away without another word. Duri looks back at you with wide eyes before squeezing your hand gently and letting go. "Wow…that was incredibly sexy. You're lucky, $mc." You're not sure what $Dheshe means by that… <<else>> A shout rings out. "Cut it out //dog//!" Oswin commands, approaching swiftly. "$mc needs rest!" Duri pouts, reluctantly pulling away from your arm, which still tingles from $Dhisher touch. "Fine, fine. Since your //guard dog// is all in a huff." Oswin towers over Duri, one hand on the hilt of his sword. "Keep it up, and you'll find that your godhood means very little in a contest with me in your current state. You had your fun, now back off." With a sneer, Oswin turns on his heel and stomps away. Duri shakes $Dhisher head. "Kinda cute when he's testy." Zahn snorts. "So…all the time?" <</if>> You take a deep breath, immediately regretting it as you wince in pain. [[That could have gone a bit better…|4.23]]

You tilt your head as you observe Duri and $Dhisher very forward way of flirting and you think about what your grandmother did when an animal got too fresh with her…and you bonk Duri right on the nose with a light wave of your hand. Duri's hand drops and $Dheshe sits up in shock, wide-eyed and staring at you. $Dcapitalheshe touches $Dhisher hand to the tip of $Dhisher nose. $Dcapitalhisher eyes dart from you to Zahn and back to you in disbelief, and then $Dheshe reaches for your hand again. You bonk Duri again, this time just a bit more firmly. $Dcapitalheshe looks shocked and also somehow pleased. "Did you really just bap //me// - a demigod - on the nose!?" You nod, resolute. "And if my grandmother were still here, she'd bap you with the blunt side of her axe. Now, behave yourself." Obediently, Duri sits back with a pout and Zahn snickers. You cast a look towards Oswin who is staring back at you with a proud smile. [[You just bonked a demigod on the nose and lived to tell the tale.|4.23]]

You shake your head and keep your hands to yourself. "No thank you." Duri smiles, retracting $Dhisher hand. "Fair enough…perhaps a little sniff instead?" You narrow your eyes and furrow your brow. Holding hands up in surrender Duri chuckles. "Kidding, kidding - just some wolf humor. I'll be good if you want me to - for now." Zahn snickers. You cast a look towards Oswin who is staring back at you with a proud smile. [[More compliant than you imagined for a demigod...|4.23]]

<<set $Dshy +=3>> Suddenly, you can no longer hold any composure. Your heart kicks up into a whirlwind of beats as Duri's lips approach. Your face feels unbearably hot and your hand begins to tremble slightly. Duri leans in closer, eyes still locked on yours. $Dcapitalhisher pupils dialate the moment $Dheshe picks up on your nervousness. You get a wicked smile for your troubled heart, and then Duri's lips press into the top of your hand. You look away, barely containing a whimper, only to realize that Zahn is still sitting close by watching this entire display. Your face heats yet again, but Zahn's grin is wide and joyful. And then, Duri's lips begin to move up your arm. You flip your attention back to $Dhimher and stare with wide eyes as $Dheshe gives small kisses moving upwards. Duri's eyes glow slightly as $Dheshe stares back at you, ensuring you watch as $Dheshe flicks a wet tongue along a short length of your arm. There's a buzzing in your ears. The moment is broken within a split second. <<if $Ostat2 is 'romantic'>>A large hand lands on Duri's head, gripping tightly and pulling $Dhimher away from you. Oswin forces Duri to look at him. He looks livid, and you shrink back in surprise. Oswin's lips curl up and the shadows under his eyes reach a level of malice you've never seen before. "Keep it up, and you'll find that your godhood means very little in a contest with me in your current state. You had your fun, now back off." Oswin release's Duri's head with a slight shove and then stomps away without another word. Duri looks back at you with wide eyes before squeezing your hand gently and letting go. "Wow…that was incredibly sexy. You're lucky, $mc." You're not sure what $Dheshe means by that… <<else>> "Cut it out //dog//!" Oswin commands, approaching swiftly. "$mc needs rest!" Duri pouts, reluctantly pulling away from your arm, which still tingles from $Dhisher touch. "Fine, fine. Since your //guard dog// is all in a huff." Oswin towers over Duri, one hand on the hilt of his sword. "Keep it up, and you'll find that your godhood means very little in a contest with me in your current state. You had your fun, now back off." With a sneer, Oswin turns on his heel and stomps away. Duri shakes $Dhisher head. "Kinda cute when he's testy." Zahn snorts. "So…all the time?" <</if>> You take a deep breath, immediately regretting it as you wince in pain. [[That could have gone a bit better…|4.23]]

<<set $Dbold +=3>> A sensual thrill shivers up your body, and thankfully, it's the one motion you've made that doesn't riddle you with pain. You smirk as you watch the demigod at your fingertips. Duri leans in closer, eyes locked on yours. $Dcapitalhisher pupils dialate the moment $Dheshe picks up on your anticipation. You get a devilish smile for your eager heart, and then Duri's lips press into the top of your hand. You bite your lip, barely containing a moan, only to realize that Zahn is still sitting close by watching this entire display. Zahn's grin is wide and joyful at the flirting, so you wrinkle your nose at $Zhimher and refocus on the pleasant feel of lips on your skin. And then, Duri's mouth begins to move up your arm. You stare with wide eyes as $Dheshe gives small kisses and the faintest of nibbles moving upwards. Duri's eyes glow slightly as $Dheshe stares back at you, ensuring you watch as $Dheshe flicks a wet tongue along a short length of your arm. There's a buzzing in your ears. The moment is broken within a split second. <<if $Ostat2 is 'romantic'>>A large hand lands on Duri's head, gripping tightly and pulling $Dhimher away from you. Oswin forces Duri to look at him. He looks livid, and you shrink back in surprise. Oswin's lips curl up and the shadows under his eyes reach a level of malice you've never seen before. "Keep it up, and you'll find that your godhood means very little in a contest with me in your current state. You had your fun, now back off." Oswin release's Duri's head with a slight shove and then stomps away without another word. Duri looks back at you with wide eyes before squeezing your hand gently and letting go. "Wow…that was incredibly sexy. You're lucky, $mc." You're not sure what $Dheshe means by that… <<else>> "Cut it out //dog//!" Oswin commands, approaching swiftly. "$mc needs rest!" Duri pouts, reluctantly pulling away from your arm, which still tingles from $Dhisher touch. "Fine, fine. Since your //guard dog// is all in a huff." Oswin towers over Duri, one hand on the hilt of his sword. "Keep it up, and you'll find that your godhood means very little in a contest with me in your current state. You had your fun, now back off." With a sneer, Oswin turns on his heel and stomps away. Duri shakes $Dhisher head. "Kinda cute when he's testy." Zahn snorts. "So…all the time?" <</if>> You take a deep breath, immediately regretting it as you wince in pain. [[That could have gone a bit better…|4.23]]

You know your da's honey cake recipe by heart after all the years of making it with him.<<if $interest is 'cookin'>> It didn't take you long to come up with your own rendition of his recipe. Both your fathers agree that your technique is superior. Ever since, you've been in charge of your family's honey cake needs.<</if>> The only hang up is ingredients. You can make due with the limited tools, and you have most of the dry ingredients to make one individual cake without using up too much of your supplies. The main problem…is honey. You know Oswin has a small supply on him - as always - but you aren't sure about asking him to use that up for your gesture. The area around you has flowers, if you did some searching, you may be able to find a beehive and carefully retrieve enough honey for a cake. The alternative is asking Nathanael, though if you want him to receive the cake or //not// get pestered about what you're doing, maybe bees are the better option. [[Take a chance with the merchant.|3.77a1]] [[Take a chance with the bees.|3.77a2]]

<<set $honeymerchant to true>> You approach Nathan, trying to appear as casual as you can. He's leaning against his caravan with a book in his hand, and Shadow nestled betwixt his legs.<<if hasVisited("3.68")>> You can still smell the remnants of smoke from his mystery-tobacco and his eyes are slightly rimmed with red. He seems very relaxed.<</if>> As you approach, he drops his book and smiles at you. "Hello, my dear. What brings you to my humble cart?" Shadow perks up a moment with a mew, stretching out all his legs wide so that he spans nearly the whole length of Nathan's legs. "Well," you start. "I was hoping you could made a trade with me - if you have some honey, that is." He tilts his head for a moment. "I do believe I have some, actually. I picked it up in Stonebrook." "Good, what's your price?" He smirks. //Crap//. "Hm, maybe - information in lieu of coin." He leans forward, running his slender fingers along Shadow's fur. "What do you need honey for in the middle of a forest all of the sudden?" <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"Can I not just pay you like a normal exchange? I just want it."<<else>>"What else? I'm going to coat myself in it to attract flies."<</if>> Nathan snorts a laugh. "Has anyone told you lately how adorable you can be?" You resist rolling your eyes - barely. He stands, Shadow grunting at the loss of his resting spot. "I'll tell you what, I'll give it to you now." "You'll just give it to me for free?" "Mostly. Next time we cross paths, tell me something interesting as payment." You give him a confused look. "Something interesting?" "Yes - gossip, a story from your trip, how raisins are made - whatever you like." "Raisins?" He goes to the back of his cart and opens the hatch, arm flailing around inside for a moment. You hear the clinking of a few bits of glass or pottery before he brings out a small tan crock. "Here you are." The little pot fits right inside your hand, you pop the lid open and see beautiful amber honey inside. "This is perfect." He grins. "I know." [[With honey acquired, you gather your other supplies and get started.|3.77ab]]

You grab a small empty crock that was left at the campfire and a couple tools before making your way through the trees. You've seen some honey bees trundle by, so you feel sure there is a hive close by, especially with a plethora of flowers around. A smirk crosses your lips as a memory pops in your mind. This feels similar to when you were a kid and Oswin had the brilliant idea to get honey from his family's hives without permission. It turned out that none of you had the patience or grace it takes to not piss off three bee colonies at the same time. <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>Oswin tried very hard to keep you all safe, though.<<else>>You wonder if Oswin still has scars from the stingers on his ass.<</if>> Now that you know more of what you're doing, you're not too worried about it. You may feel just a bit bad taking honey so early in the season, but you are only borrowing enough for one cake. If spring has been kind enough that flowers are in full bloom, you feel pretty confident that it won't hurt the hive. You finally come upon the buzz of many bees, and see them fly in and out of a large and hollowed-out log upon the ground. It's a big log and appears to support a very large colony. You carefully approach and watch the black and yellow insects go about their business. They don't seem agitated and completely ignore you. The key is to move slowly and not hurt any of the bees. You kneel next to the hive, the buzzing becoming a pleasant hum. A couple bees buzz around you, testing your sweetness before carrying on to the next flower. You find a spot towards the end of the log and gently poke around for a place to open it. A chunk of the wood is already cracked, and with some coaxing, it pops up to reveal the comb within. Your instincts were spot-on, and this hive is delightfully honey-rich even with how early into spring you are. They must have had a great store for the winter. Taking great care to not do too much damage, you gather some of the liquid gold - no more than what you need for the cake and a small drizzle on top. Another happy bee checks your progress, tasting the honey from one of your hands before heading back to work. You secure the wood and bark back to the log, taking some mud nearby to press into the creases and seal the hive up again. [[With honey acquired, you gather your other supplies and get started.|3.77ab]]

<<if $interest is 'cookin'>>With practiced ease, you whip together the cake batter. You are quite lucky that Nathan offered up eggs to the communal food box you put together after arriving. You just need one, but you will have to beat it well to ensure a decent rise for the cake. Not having your normal tools puts you at a disadvantage, but doesn't make you any less clever. You fashion a whisk from birch sticks, and after a great deal of time whipping eggs into a froth, you have a beautiful batter.<<else>>You fumble around the recipe a bit, but you recall your da's methods clearly. Imitating them is another story, but you feel like you're managing. Da always made a big deal about how the eggs were beaten. You have few cooking implements, so a wooden fork will have to suffice. You try your best to make it look how it does when Da does it, but your arm is aching before long, though the batter still looks a lot like your da's.<</if>> Everyone is out and about doing their own things, so you have no issue building a makeshift oven over the campfire from some stones you cleaned. It almost looks like a little house for your cake. You are careful not to make the fire too hot as the stones heat. After pouring the small amount of batter into a tin, you slide it in and hope for the best. While your cake bakes, you find a few choice flowers to top your treat with, picking ones you know can be eaten. A couple bees investigate you again, and you have a feeling you should probably thank them for their hard work. The coast is still clear as everyone is a ways away from the fire, but you notice the telltale smell of the cake in the air. Your mouth waters a bit. You keep a close eye on the treat until it looks perfectly golden. You carefully extract it and set it aside to cool for a while until the honey can be poured on top and the flowers added to the center. You take a look at your work and swell with pride. Considering you were at a disadvantage, the cake looks no worse for wear. It is almost as good as if you had a kitchen at your disposal. The rise is a bit weaker, but it's hardly noticeable. It smells divine. Now… Who gets to receive your tasty cake? [[Oswin.|3.77ab1]] [[Zahn.|3.77ab2]] [[Nathan.|3.77ab3]]

<<set $cake3Oswin to true>> You collect the beautiful cake and head off to find Oswin. You spot him kneeling next to the stream, splashing water over his face and neck. He must be on a break, and you quietly hope he isn't planning on exhausting himself. You look at your pretty cake - the happy little flowers adding a beautiful pop of color to the golden morsel. You suppress a slight grin as you know how much Oswin will like it. He hears your approach and sits up quickly, nearly losing his footing. "$mc!" You must have startled him. "Sorry to surprise you." "It's fine, I was just thinking is all." Drips of water are soaking into his tunic, but he seems unperturbed by it. "I brought you something." You lift the little tin as you walk to him. His head cocks slightly to one side as he eyes the treat, his mouth dropping open slightly as he realizes what he's looking at. His eyes go wide as they move from the cake to you. "For…me? Really? You…" His brows scrunch and raise, lifting the shadow from gaze. "You love honey and I remember how much you adore my da's honey cake…" <<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>Your heart skitters in your chest.<<else>>Your heart swells with pride.<</if>> Oswin carefully takes the tin from your hands and looks at the morsel with reverence. You've never seen anyone look at a cake quite like that before. "I don't…um…" He swallows hard.<<if hasVisited("3.66ba")>> "After…I don't feel like I deserve this, not after all we talked about." He pats the spot over his heart where the key hangs.<</if>> "Would you share it with me?" <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"Sure, I suppose I wouldn't mind a taste. I'd like to be sure it came out well."<<else>>"I'd like that, but you take first bite to make sure it's actually edible."<</if>> He grins at you, and suddenly it's like you are back in time where he was a boy without a care in the world. <<if $Ostat is 'friend'>>It feels like you have your friend back - that easy connection that made life so wonderful in your early years.<<elseif $Ostat is 'crush'>>It does no favors for the fervor in your heart for him. The longing you feel hits hard, nearly making you gasp.<<elseif $Ostat is 'distant'>>It feels good. It actually feels good. The distance doesn't seem so impossible in this moment, maybe you can bridge it? With cake of all things.<<elseif $Ostat is 'neutral'>>It feels good to breach out of the warm but simple neutrality you've had. The distance doesn't seem so odd in this moment, maybe you can bridge it? With cake of all things.<</if>> [[Enjoy the cake together.|3.77ab1a]] $flirt_label $flirt_label [[Feed Oswin the cake.|3.77ab1b]]

<<set $cake3Zahn to true>> You go in search of the pilgrim with cake in hand. You're honestly a bit surprised that the smell didn't lure $Zhimher in. Perhaps you're just lucky since now it will be a nice surprise. You span the clearing and do not catch sight of $Zhimher. You move closer to the treeline wondering if Zahn has wandered off into the forest a ways. As you near the side of the stream with the waterfall you hear $Zhisher voice. Pausing for a moment, you try to figure out if Zahn is speaking to someone and if you should leave, but you can't understand what is being said. It sounds like Zahn is whispering. It strikes you as odd, so you press forward until you see $Zhimher sitting next to the water. Perhaps Zahn is just speaking to $Zhimselfherself? Should you interrupt? As you stand there and debate, you hear…a quack. "Zahn?" you ask. Zahn spins around and upon seeing you, smiles wide. "$mc! Look!" $Zcapitalheshe turns back to grab something, holding it up for you to see. "I found a duck!" The duck quacks, webbed feet flopped out to the side, brown feathers lightly ruffled, and little yellow eyes staring at you. This may have been the last thing you expected. The duck quacks again, feet beginning to kick. Zahn sets it down, but it doesn't scurry off like you'd expect. Do you dare ask? "Where did you get a duck?" "She landed in the stream. I may have given her a little bit of fruit and she stuck around. We've been chatting, you should join us." "Chatting with a duck?" Zahn shrugs. "She's a good listener." You can't help but smile, $Zheshe is certainly an interesting character. You take a seat next to Zahn, minding that your cake doesn't get spotted. "So, does your new friend have a name?" "Miss Quackers," Zahn replies without missing a beat. "Odd to see a duck alone. Is she hurt?" "No, that's what I thought, but she let me check her over and she's fine. I wonder if her flock lost her. Maybe they're migrating?" You nod. "That could be. Some of them might be a bit late returning…. So, what is it that you talk about with a duck?" Zahn gives you an odd look. "$mc…she can't //really// understand us." <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>You stare back flatly. "Walked right into that one, didn't I…" "You did." Zahn chuckles. <<else>>You gently poke at Zahn's side, eliciting a snicker from $Zhimher. "You think you're so clever." "I'm very clever, actually." Zahn nods resolutely. <</if>> You bring out the cake nonchalantly. "To think…I made this cake for you too…" $Zcapitalheshe turns to face you, blue eyes wide with a put-on innocence. "For me? Did you say //for// me?" [[You smirk and nod, showing off the beautiful cake.|3.77ab2a]]

<<set $cake3Nathan to true>> For whatever reason, you think of the merchant as the recipient of your treat. You've known him for years, and this is the longest amount of time you've been around him in one sitting. You've socialized several times and even sat together for a drink at the tavern, but being at this camp has bridged some sort of unspoken social gap. Even if he can be a bit strange and seems to have a wall up at times, he's always been kind in his own way. Perhaps a little gift will help you get to know him a bit more. You approach his caravan,<<if hasVisited("3.77a1")>> right where you left him earlier,<</if>> he sits with a book open and cat on his lap. He smiles up at you as you approach, a great deal of warmth in his hazel eyes. "$mc!<<if hasVisited("3.77a1")>> Back again so soon?<</if>> To what do I owe the pleasure?" You kneel down close to him, and he seems a bit surprised at how near to him you are at first. Shadow trills at you as he rouses from slumber, reaching a paw up to your cake tin. You pull the cake away from the little begging claws. "I brought you something." Nathanael sits up, eyeing the cake and smirking. "Do tell." "Well," you begin. "I just thought it might be nice to make a little something for someone…and that someone is you." <<if hasVisited("3.77a1")>>"Oh, I see now, this is why you were after my honey. How sly - maybe I should feel cheated as well as pleased?" <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>You hum in reply. "I traded for that honey fair and square, and I'll remind you that you set the price. Perhaps Oswin or Zahn will appreciate it more…"<<else>>You hum in reply. "Well…if it's sullied now, and you don't want it after all…"<</if>> Nathan's voice stammers. "No, no, no - I didn't mean anything by that. Don't be so hasty now. Is this the same recipe that your da makes?" "It is. Mostly - I suppose; the best I could do with what we have on hand." <<else>>"Oh, what a delight. Is this your family's honeycake recipe? Wherever did you find the supplies?" "It is. I did the best I could with what we have on hand and with a little help from a bee hive I found in the woods." Nathan's jaw drops for a moment as he stares back at you. He snaps out of it with a chuckle. "I hope you at least asked nicely." "They didn't seem like they would miss it much." He gives you a cheeky look. "It's only proper to send a thank you note, Northbreaker." "Are you implying that bees can read?" You try not to laugh. Nathan covers his mouth with a ring-clad hand as he chuckles. "It's the thought that counts, I'm sure they'll appreciate the gesture."<</if>> With a smile, you get comfortable, handing the cake tin to the merchant who eyes it with palpable desire. Again, Shadow reaches up, batting in the direction of the cake. Nathan rolls his eyes good-naturedly and brings the treat to the cat's snout. You watch as Shadow's little grey nose twitches over the food for a moment before he loses interest, almost appearing offended. Nathanael shrugs. "He means no offense, he's just very particular. I've spoiled him, and now he hardly eats scraps like any other cat would. Silly creature even prefers his fish cooked now." Nathan gives the cat an affectionate look before turning attention back to the cake. "Now, I think it's only fair that you also get a taste of your hard work, my dear." <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>"That's kind of you to think of me, but it's not necessary."<<else>>"I did make that for you, you know."<</if>> "Quite, quite. Perhaps I should say that I'd rather not eat alone?" He leans closer and you notice a very faint dusting of freckles upon the tops of his cheeks and the bridge of his defined nose. His smile is demure, and his eyes are bright and warm. <<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>Oddly, you feel your face warm slightly, and merely nod in assent.<<else>>"Sure, if you insist," you reply.<</if>> "How would you like it?" Nathan's cocks his head slightly, one dark eyebrow creeping up suggestively as he holds the tin towards you. You have a feeling that he's making an offer to either take turns or…help each other out. [[You each take your own half of the cake.|3.77ab3a]] $flirt_label $flirt_label [[You feed each other the cake.|3.77ab3b]]

You both take a seat on the soft grass near the bank. Carefully, you split the cake apart, getting your fingers sticky. Thankfully, the inside looks just as perfect as the outside. It's still slightly warm and the crumb is perfect - soft and airy. You hand half the cake to Oswin, noting his pleased expression. As soon as he's popped half the morsel in his mouth, he groans with delight. You begin nibbling on your part as you watch him with intrigue. Oswin closes his eyes and chews slowly. It's almost as if he's eating his last meal, you think. You have to agree that it tastes quite good for what is essentially a road-side cake, but he acts as if it's the best thing he's ever eaten. Oswin treats the second half like the first, a little smile on his lips, eyes closed, and a moan of delight that would make your papa blush. Finishing your own cake, you set the tin aside as you wait for Oswin. "$mc," he says suddenly. "…I can't tell you how much I appreciate you thinking about me." <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"Think nothing of it. I just thought you needed a little something to help you enjoy our time here," you say.<<else>>"Perhaps you should wait to thank me until you've determined if it's digestible," you jest.<</if>> He smiles and shakes his head. "Maybe you think it's a small thing. But you spent your time, time you should be resting, to make something to give away. A delicious something…that reminds me of home, of our childhood…it means a great deal. And I just want to say…I admire you," he finishes and then goes silent. <<if $Ostat is 'friend'>>Hope flutters in your spirit. "Truly?"<<elseif $Ostat is 'crush'>>Hope flutters in your heart. "You mean that?"<<elseif $Ostat is 'distant'>>You raise a brow. "You really think that?"<<elseif $Ostat is 'neutral'>>You're a little shocked. "Really?"<</if>> He nods. "I…always have. You push on despite everything, and then you do something…like this. Something kind for //me// of all people. After I've been…" He ruffles his hair in mild aggravation. "So, yes, I admire you." Oswin gives you a sheepish grin. You enjoy a few more minutes together before you part ways. [[You continue your day.|3.63]]

<<set $Oflirt +=5>> You both take a seat on the soft grass near the bank. Carefully, you split the cake apart, getting your fingers sticky. Thankfully, the inside looks just as perfect as the outside. It's still slightly warm and the crumb is perfect - soft and airy. <<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>Heat crawls up the back of your neck and onto your face. You know exactly what you want to do, but it almost feels like too much. You can't help it, just looking at his lips makes you lose all sense. Lips…that maybe you can touch. You bypass his own outstretched hand and bring the morsel directly to his mouth. His eyes go round as they skirt from the cake to your $eyecolor gaze. You know your whole face must be flushed with heat by now, but you give him a meek smile as you stay firm in your offer. Your hand trembles slightly. Oswin looks perplexed and then anxious and then…you're not sure. His expression turns odd - a little sad and a little curious, but with a strange longing? He lifts his hand and gently holds your wrist with the tips of his fingers. The tops of his ears are dark red, the color quickly traveling to his cheeks. His lips part and you gently feed him his half of the small cake. It's a large mouthful, but he takes it happily. Your heart jumps as your fingers lightly touch his lips before you take your hand back. He politely covers his mouth with one hand while he chews, trying to wrangle the large bite around. His eyes close as he stops a moment, and you can tell that he's savoring the flavor. You still feel the touch of his lips against your fingers. While he's absorbed in his snack, you lightly touch them to your own lips, savoring it in a similar fashion. A groan snaps you from your reverie and you look back to Oswin. "This is so good…" He mumbles as he chews. He swallows and then sighs, finally opening his eyes. Your pulse is as high as it has ever been, and you are certain you must be totally flushed in red by now. You quietly break off a small bite of cake and pop it into your mouth. It is quite good, he's right about that. With a smile, you hand him the remaining portion of yours. Oswin takes it with a look of pure gratitude, but he doesn't eat it. He stares at it for a moment and then back at you, appearing to struggle in thought. He breaks the piece in half and holds out a bite to you, but not quite close enough to your lips - just far enough away that you could take it with your hand or your mouth… <<else>>You give him an impish smile. You may as well take advantage of this little situation. You're not sure how else you might have him at the tips of your fingers like this. You bypass his own outstretched hand and bring the morsel directly to his mouth. His eyes go round as they skirt from the cake to your $eyecolor gaze. You bite your lower lip as you stare back, trying to contain a giddy laugh. Oswin looks perplexed and then anxious and then…you're not sure. His expression turns odd - a little sad and a little curious, but with a strange longing? He lifts his hand and gently holds your wrist with the tips of his fingers. The tops of his ears are dark red, the color quickly traveling to his cheeks. His lips part and you gently feed him his half of the small cake. It's a large mouthful, but he takes it happily. Your heart jumps as your fingers lightly touch his lips. Not willing to waste the opportunity, you gently run the pad of your thumb over his bottom lip with the guise that you are merely whisking away crumbs. He freezes and simply holds the large mouthful of cake as he stares at you. He looks a bit like a chipmunk that was caught stealing. You manage to keep your cool and act nonchalant as he struggles, it's adorable. He politely covers his mouth with one hand once manages to start chewing and trying to wrangle the large bite around. His eyes close as he stops again, and you can tell that he's savoring the flavor. You still feel the touch of his lips against your fingers. While he's absorbed in his snack, you lightly touch them to your own lips, savoring it in a similar fashion. A groan snaps you from your reverie and you look back to Oswin. "This is so good…" He mumbles as he chews. He swallows and then sighs, finally opening his eyes. You're well-pleased at how your little moment has turned out, your heart patters with lingering excitement. You quietly break off a small bite of cake and pop it into your mouth. It is quite good, he's right about that. With a smile, you hand him the remaining portion of yours. Oswin takes it with a look of pure gratitude, but he doesn't eat it. He stares at it for a moment and then back at you, appearing to struggle in thought. He breaks the piece in half and holds out a bite to you, but not quite close enough to your lips - just far enough away that you could take it with your hand or your mouth… <</if>> [[You take it with your hand.|3.77ab1b1]] [[You take it gently with your mouth.|3.77ab1b2]] [[You take the cake and his fingers with your mouth.|3.77ab1b3]]

You smile and shake your head as you take the offered bite of cake in your hand. Oswin wastes no time and popping the last bit into his own mouth, again closing his eyes and moaning. You'd say your kind gesture was a success. "$mc…I can't tell you how much I appreciate you thinking about me." <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"Think nothing of it. I just thought you needed a little something to help you enjoy our time here," you say.<<else>>"Perhaps you should wait to thank me until you've determined if it's digestible," you jest.<</if>> He smiles and shakes his head. "I admire you," he suddenly says and then goes silent. <<if $Ostat is 'friend'>>Hope flutters in your spirit. "Truly?"<<elseif $Ostat is 'crush'>>Hope flutters in your heart. "You mean that?"<<elseif $Ostat is 'distant'>>You raise a brow. "You really think that?"<<elseif $Ostat is 'neutral'>>You're a little shocked. "Really?"<</if>> He nods. "I…always have. You push on despite everything and then you do something…like this. Something kind for //me// of all people. After I've been…" He ruffles his hair in mild aggravation. "So, yes, I admire you." Oswin gives you a sheepish grin. You enjoy a few more minutes together before you part ways. [[You continue your day.|3.63]]

You smile and lean forward slowly. Oswin watches you, his mouth dropping open ever so slightly as if he's amazed. As soon as the moist cake hits your tongue, he looks reluctant to pull away. You feel the light press of his fingers to your lips for a moment before he retracts them slowly. Oswin turns his gaze away to focus on the last bit of cake, taking it with the same fingers to bring it to his mouth. He cleans the tips of his fingers off with his tongue appearing a little lost in thought. You'd say your kind gesture was a success. After a long silence he speaks. "$mc…I can't tell you how much I appreciate you thinking about me." <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"Think nothing of it. I just thought you needed a little something to help you enjoy our time here," you say.<<else>>"Perhaps you should wait to thank me until you've determined if it's digestible," you jest.<</if>> He smiles and shakes his head. "I admire you," he suddenly says and then goes silent. <<if $Ostat is 'friend'>>Hope flutters in your spirit. "Truly?"<<elseif $Ostat is 'crush'>>Hope flutters in your heart. "You mean that?"<<elseif $Ostat is 'distant'>>You raise a brow. "You really think that?"<<elseif $Ostat is 'neutral'>>You're a little shocked. "Really?"<</if>> He nods. "I…always have. You push on despite everything and then you do something…like this. Something kind for //me// of all people. After I've been…" He ruffles his hair in mild aggravation. "So, yes, I admire you." Oswin gives you a sheepish grin. You enjoy a few more minutes together before you part ways. [[You continue your day.|3.63]]

You smile and lean forward slowly. Oswin watches you, his mouth dropping open ever so slightly as if he's amazed. You are sure to lean forward a little more than necessary and quickly envelope his fingers along with the cake in your mouth. His breath immediately stammers. Closing your lips snug around his fingers to hold them in place, you lick the sticky honey from them as you pull back. He doesn't even drop his hand once you withdraw. You barely taste the cake, more focused on how his fingers felt against your tongue. Oswin retracts his hand in a stiff motion, quickly taking the last bit of cake and putting it in his mouth, looking everywhere but at you as his fingers linger just a little longer than necessary. He shifts in his seat awkwardly and you see that his neck is deep red as he draws his knees up. You're not sure if you've ever seen him sit like that before and you wonder why. Oswin focuses on the last bit of cake, finally seeming to settle down and appreciate the flavor. You'd say your kind gesture was a success. After a long silence he speaks. "$mc…I can't tell you how much I appreciate you thinking about me." <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"Think nothing of it. I just thought you needed a little something to help you enjoy our time here," you say.<<else>>"Perhaps you should wait to thank me until you've determined if it's digestible," you jest.<</if>> He smiles and shakes his head. "I admire you," he suddenly says and then goes silent. <<if $Ostat is 'friend'>>Hope flutters in your spirit. "Truly?"<<elseif $Ostat is 'crush'>>Hope flutters in your heart. "You mean that?"<<elseif $Ostat is 'distant'>>You raise a brow. "You really think that?"<<elseif $Ostat is 'neutral'>>You're a little shocked. "Really?"<</if>> He nods. "I…always have. You push on despite everything and then you do something…like this. Something kind for //me// of all people. After I've been…" He ruffles his hair in mild aggravation. "So, yes, I admire you." Oswin gives you a sheepish grin. You enjoy a few more minutes together before you part ways. [[You continue your day.|3.63]]

"Then, I'll have to beg your forgiveness, won't I?" Zahn shuffles closer to you, Miss Quackers still content to go along with $Zhimher. "As much as I'd like to see that, just this once I'll let it slide." You hold the tin of cake to Zahn. $Zcapitalheshe lights up, setting Miss Quackers aside. She wiggles her tail feathers in simple protest but moves on rather quickly, also spotting your tasty cake. The duck waddles to you, staring at you with expectant eyes. "Oh…" Zahn says, holding $Zhisher hands up. "Hold that thought, my hands are kinda ducky - I should wash…or you could feed it to me." A cheeky grin spreads across Zahn's pale pink lips. "That could be risky though…I might get carried away and try to eat your fingers too…" It seems you have an offer… [[You tell Zahn to go ahead and wash up.|3.77ab2a1]] $flirt_label $flirt_label [[Feed Zahn and risk your fingers.|3.77ab2a2]]

<<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>You smile. "Now, now - don't get too excited. Go wash the duck off your hands and then you can have your cake."<<else>>You snort. "I think you best get to washing your hands, but nice try."<</if>> Zahn puts on a pout - it's convincing, but clearly a ruse. "Fine, but if you change your mind, remember that I don't need the promise of cake as a pretense." $Zcapitalheshe winks at you and then moves to the water's edge. You finally notice that Zahn must have been washing some laundry as $Zheshe grabs a rough bar of soap and works it into $Zhisher hands. The linens are all pretty tattered and threadbare and you wonder how old they might be. Seeing the meager articles of clothing leaves a pull in your gut. Miss Quackers eyes you curiously, wiggling her tail feathers again. Once Zahn has finished up, $Zheshe plops beside you with a big smile. You present the cake to $Zhimher and somehow the smile manages to grow wider. "Oh, $mc! This looks and smells divine. Thank you so much. I…" Zahn studies the cake for a moment. "...The flowers are pretty too…um, can Miss Quackers have them?" You chuckle. "Sure." Zahn picks the little blossoms off and sets them down for the duck, who eats them up as if they were as tasty as your cake. Zahn tears out a chunk of moist cake, studying it for a moment and sniffing it before shoving it into $Zhisher mouth. Closing $Zhisher eyes, Zahn tilts $Zhisher head up to the sky and moans. The sound almost startles you with how…sensual it is, but as you look at Zahn, it doesn't seem to be a flirtation or joke. $Zcapitalheshe just seems to be loving your cake. Tearing off another chunk, Zahn goes through the same motions, but you notice $Zheshe chews slowly, savoring the flavors. Zahn takes a deep breath, looking over the cake again with a strange expression. "You really made this for me?" "Yeah, I had enough to make a little something and I thought it would be a nice gesture." "Why me? Oswin is your guide, and you even know the merchant more than me…" [["I just wanted to," you reply.|3.77ab2a1a]]

<<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>You smile, heat entering your cheeks at the thought.<<else>>You smirk and chew your lower lip in anticipation.<</if>> Gesturing to Zahn with a nod, $Zheshe lights up, eyes wide in surprise as understanding dawns. $Zcapitalheshe scoots close to you, and Miss Quackers squawks in brief protest. You break off a bite of cake and slowly bring it towards Zahn's mouth. $Zcapitalheshe parts $Zhisher lips, and then sticks out $Zhisher tongue while meeting your eyes. You nearly choke as it makes your blood rush. You can't look away <<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>no matter how self-conscious you feel<<else>>not that you would even want to<</if>>. The look $Zheshe is giving you is tastier than any cake. Gently setting the morsel on Zahn's tongue, you watch eagerly as $Zheshe slowly retracts it into $Zhisher mouth. Zahn's eyes flutter shut as $Zheshe chews and lets out a moan. You swallow hard. $Zcapitalhisher shoulders slump as $Zheshe enjoys the taste. "It's so good!" Zahn swears and moans again. //Is $Zheshe doing this on purpose?// Once $Zheshe has swallowed, Zahn sticks $Zhisher tongue out for another bite, and you oblige with a grin. After hand-feeding you pilgrim-friend, $Zheshe finally stops you, giving you a mischievous smile. "$mc, your fingers look sticky…I can help." <<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>Your heart rate surges.<<else>>It's all you can do contain your excitement.<</if>> You nod and bring your index and middle fingers to Zahn's mouth once more, this time without the pretense of cake delivery. $Zcapitalheshe parts $Zhisher lips to welcome your fingers, soft wet tongue dragging the honey from them. Zahn's sweet blue eyes meet your own smoldering $eyecolor gaze as $Zheshe wraps $Zhisher lips firmly around your fingers and begins to suck. A tremor of arousal ripples through you. Zahn gently grabs your wrist in $Zhisher hand to give $Zhimher control. $Zcapitalheshe drags your fingers out and sucks them back in before sliding $Zhisher tongue in-between them, flicking the crook between them with the tip. Your breathing catches and you nearly groan. Zahn slowly withdraws your fingers with a slight moan, and after one final lick, gives you a smile. "Delicious." After collecting yourself for a moment, and drying off your fingers which are perfectly clear of any trace of honey or cake, you both sit in comfortable silence. Zahn takes sighs with contentment, looking over the cake tin with a strange expression. "You really made that for me?" "Yeah, I had enough to make a little something and I thought it would be a nice gesture." "Why me? Oswin is your guide, and you even know the merchant more than me…" [["I just wanted to," you reply.|3.77ab2a2a]]

You reach out for the tin. "It would be a shame to dirty your fingers again," <<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>you say, feeling you cheeks burn a bit.<<else>>you say, trying to suppress your growing smirk.<</if>> Zahn smiles warmly and hands you the cake. "Worth the risk for lips like yours…but I apologize for being forward. I couldn't resist that perfect set-up…or you." $Zcapitalheshe ruffles $Zhisher hair with $Zhisher clean hand, and you see a tinge of pink upon Zahn's cheeks. You break off a piece of cake and pop it into your mouth. The familiar flavor of home cooking fills your senses, along with memories of your da chasing Papa from the kitchen for sneaking tastes of batter and honey. "It tastes like home," Zahn suddenly says. You stare back for a moment, curious how $Zheshe would know. You nod as you finish chewing. Zahn goes quiet and stares out over the water. "That's how I imagined it might taste I guess. Warm and sweet…I'd like to see it sometime - your hometown. I bet it's nice." "Your home doesn't have a familiar taste or smell?" you ask, handing the tin back to $Zhimher. "Mm…not really. I mean, yeah, in a way - like incense makes me think of it…and porridge. It just doesn't feel like this." Zahn holds the cake up. "There's something different about how eating this…feels. Like, coming home to someone you love." You're not quite sure what to say to that, but you get the sick feeling that Zahn doesn't know what it's like to have someone waiting for $Zhimher…wanting $Zhimher home. This church is //not// good for Zahn, it can't be. "Everyone…should have that." $Zcapitalheshe nods, mouthful of cake, as $Zheshe welcomes Miss Quackers into $Zhisher lap. She settles in happily. "Miss Quackers will stick with me, she needs a home too." The duck quacks happily, making you both smile, until you realize you can hear even more quacking from elsewhere. You look up to see another duck flying in and gracefully landing in the water. Miss Quackers flutters her wings as the quacking between the two intensifies. The new duck is black and white with a tuft of feathers sticking out from the top of its head, and the same piercing yellow eyes. Miss Quackers hustles from Zahn's lap, gliding into the water to greet the newcomer. They circle each other and nuzzle their beaks into each other's feathers. After swimming about for a few minutes, they paddle off together. Zahn sighs, which ends in a chuckle. The irony is not lost on you, and you feel a pang of sympathy. [[You make a joke to help cheer Zahn up.|3.77ab2a1a1a]] [[You give Zahn a comforting side-hug.|3.77ab2a1a1b]] $flirt_label [[A little kiss on the cheek will help Zahn forget all about it.|3.77ab2a1a1c]]

<<set $Zflirt +=5>> <<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>You swallow the lump in your throat and bite your lower lip unconsciously. "Well…you //did// just wash your hands…and I don't want mine to get sticky, so…"<<else>>You smirk, leaning a bit closer. "Your hands do appear to be impeccably clean…and it might be a shame if mine got all sticky with honey…"<</if>> Zahn's smile is as mischievous as it is excited. "I couldn't agree more…but..really, you should get a good taste of the honey syrup you poured on first." You raise a brow as Zahn holds out two fingers close to your mouth. <<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>You feel heat bubbling up from your chest as you part your lips slightly and close your eyes. "Little more, $mc…" You open your mouth a bit wider and feel the tips of $Zhisher fingers touch your lips as they begin to slide inside your mouth. You meet them with your tongue, hearing Zahn's breath catch at the feeling. The sweetness of honey spreads through your mouth, making you salivate. Zahn works $Zhisher fingers in and out from your lips, caressing your tongue and enjoying the heat of your mouth. Long after all traces of honey are gone, Zahn pulls $Zhisher fingers out entirely. You finally open your eyes and become aware of just how hard you're breathing. Zahn is not immune to the heat between you, and $Zhisher face is red. Gingerly taking a piece of the cake, Zahn brings it to your mouth. You had already forgotten about it. Opening up once more, Zahn pops the morsel into your mouth, pressing the two fingers to your lips with an affectionate and final tap. <<else>>Excitement floods up through your whole body as you eagerly part your lips. You keep Zahn's gaze as $Zheshe closes the distance between $Zhisher fingers and your mouth and you accept them inside. Zahn's breath catches as you wrap your tongue along $Zhisher fingers and tighten your lips. The sweetness of the honey makes your mouth water, and the sight of Zahn's hungry eyes nearly makes you drool. Zahn works $Zhisher sweet fingers in and out of your mouth as you play along them with your tongue. Long after all traces of honey are gone, you release Zahn with a playful bite. Both of you are breathing heavily and Zahn is flushed red. Gingerly taking a piece of the cake, Zahn brings it to your mouth. You had already forgotten about it. Opening up once more, Zahn pops the morsel into your mouth, pressing the two fingers to your lips with an affectionate and final tap.<</if>> The familiar flavor of home cooking fills your senses, along with memories of your da chasing Papa from the kitchen for sneaking tastes of batter and honey. "It tastes like home," Zahn suddenly says. You stare back for a moment, curious how $Zheshe would know. You nod as you finish chewing. Zahn goes quiet and stares out over the water. "That's how I imagined it might taste I guess. Warm and sweet…I'd like to see it sometime - your hometown. I bet it's nice." "Your home doesn't have a familiar taste or smell?" you ask, handing the tin back to $Zhimher. "Mm…not really. I mean, yeah, in a way - like incense makes me think of it…and porridge. It just doesn't feel like this." Zahn holds the cake up. "There's something different about how eating this…feels. Like, coming home to someone you love." You're not quite sure what to say to that, but you get the sick feeling that Zahn doesn't know what it's like to have someone waiting for $Zhimher…wanting $Zhimher home. This church is //not// good for Zahn, it can't be. "Everyone…should have that." $Zcapitalheshe nods, mouthful of cake, as $Zheshe welcomes Miss Quackers into $Zhisher lap. She settles in happily. "Miss Quackers will stick with me, she needs a home too." The duck quacks happily, making you both smile, until you realize you can hear even more quacking from elsewhere. You look up to see another duck flying in and gracefully landing in the water. Miss Quackers flutters her wings as the quacking between the two intensifies. The new duck is black and white with a tuft of feathers sticking out from the top of its head, and the same piercing yellow eyes. Miss Quackers hustles from Zahn's lap, gliding into the water to greet the newcomer. They circle each other and nuzzle their beaks into each other's feathers. After swimming about for a few minutes, they paddle off together. Zahn sighs, which ends in a chuckle. The irony is not lost on you, and you feel a pang of sympathy. [[You make a joke to help cheer Zahn up.|3.77ab2a1a1a]] [[You give Zahn a comforting side-hug.|3.77ab2a1a1b]] $flirt_label [[A little kiss on the cheek will help Zahn forget all about it.|3.77ab2a1a1c]]

"At least you have thumbs…" Zahn snorts. "He can never give her thumbs, just remember that." Zahn erupts into laughter, covering $Zhisher face with a hand until $Zheshe can settle down. "I suppose you're right, $mc…It's better this way, Oswin would have probably wanted to eat her or something." A comfortable silence settles over you both as you look out to the water and Zahn finishes munching the cake. Zahn eyes the cake tin. "Thank you for that. I can't tell you how much I appreciate it…maybe I could show you sometime, but I just don't have enough words." $Zcapitalheshe gives you a big grin. You shrug. "I was happy to, you don't have to repay me or anything." After fidgeting with the tattered ends of $Zhisher cloak, Zahn nudges you. "Want to skip stones with me?" "Sure," you say. "As long as we're not aiming for any waterfowl…" Zahn snickers and you both begin looking for a few stones to pass some time…. [[You continue your day.|3.63]]

You lean over and hover your arm over Zahn, catching $Zhisher gaze to silently ask for permission. $Zcapitalheshe nods at you, so you pull Zahn in with your arm for a squeeze, and $Zheshe wraps an arm across your back in turn. Zahn leans into you and gives a contented sigh and a murmured word of affection that you can't quite make out, but you pick up the words 'sweet' and 'kind.' A comfortable silence settles over you both as you look out to the water and Zahn finishes munching the cake. Zahn gestures at the cake tin. "Thank you for that. I can't tell you how much I appreciate it…maybe I could show you sometime, but I just don't have enough words." $Zcapitalheshe gives you a big grin. You shrug. "I was happy to, you don't have to repay me or anything." After fidgeting with the tattered ends of $Zhisher cloak, Zahn nudges you. "Want to skip stones with me?" "Sure," you say. "As long as we're not aiming for any waterfowl…" Zahn snickers and you both begin looking for a few stones to pass some time…. [[You continue your day.|3.63]]

<<set $Zflirt +=5>> You turn to face Zahn more comfortably. $Zcapitalheshe looks at you with eyes that are just a bit sad. Gently placing your hand under $Zhisher chin, you bring your face closer and wait a moment for Zahn to understand your intent. $Zcapitalheshe nods, lips forming into a smile. You bring your own lips to $Zhisher cheek and give a small but lingering kiss. When you pull away, Zahn's neck is flushing with color that's creeping higher onto $Zhisher face. The small smile has turned into a wide one, and $Zheshe bashfully glances away for a moment before meeting your eye once more. Zahn gingerly touches the cheek you kissed. A comfortable silence settles over you both as you look out to the water and Zahn finishes munching the cake. Zahn gestures to the cake tin. "Thank you for that. I can't tell you how much I appreciate it…maybe I could show you sometime, but I just don't have enough words." $Zcapitalheshe gives you a big grin. You shrug. "I was happy to, you don't have to repay me or anything." After fidgeting with the tattered ends of $Zhisher cloak, Zahn nudges you. "Want to skip stones with me?" "Sure," you say. "As long as we're not aiming for any waterfowl…" Zahn snickers and you both begin looking for a few stones to pass some time…. [[You continue your day.|3.63]]

Over the next hour while everyone settles to plan the next move, you begin feeling progressively worse. You realize with no small amount of disparity that the only reason you were able to sit up in the first place was because of Emre's tonics. As they wear off, you mainly sense pain and exhaustion. Breathing hurts, and you are more certain than ever that you have internal injuries, hopefully ''only'' a broken or dislocated rib. It's impossible to get comfortable - sitting or laying down in any position feels the same, making the hour feel like an entire day. Oswin is insisting that you be taken directly to Codrin to see a healer. Zahn is more concerned about taking you to the shrine. $Zcapitalheshe doesn't say as much because Duri is listening, but you know $Zheshe is worried about your illness. Zahn brings a good point in the discussion that the shrine may have something to help your injuries… Despite their debate, each has made it clear that the choice is yours, and they merely want you to take all facts into consideration before choosing. Though despite that, Oswin has been very pushy, which provokes Zahn to retaliate. Even if it is your choice, this hasn't stopped either of them from posturing who has the better ideas. You've listened in on the chatter and observed Duri's reaction to it - or lack thereof. $Dcapitalheshe doesn't say anything or weigh in with $Dhisher own opinion. But, you've been thinking. Duri is a demigod in a forest with a history linked to an old god - $Dheshe should know //something// about the shrine - so why does $Dheshe stay silent? Since Zahn and Oswin are going to continue arguing in circles, you know you need to try to get more information. <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>"Duri, can I ask you a few questions, please?"<<else>>"Hey, Duri, I'm going to need some information if we're going to get anywhere with this."<</if>> Duri breaks attention away from the other two and stares at you. "You already owe me, lambchop, are you sure you want to keep digging deeper into my debt?" Oswin grumbles, but lets you handle it. <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"Considering I still received grievous injuries on your watch, how about you answer some questions and we consider it a part of the original debt?"<<else>>"Come on, we're buds now. Besides, if I keel over, how am I going to pay that debt?<</if>> Duri folds $Dhisher arms and closes $Dhisher eyes while thinking it over for a moment. "Sure, but it's not like I have anything that interesting to share - this choice is yours alone." [[You take a moment to choose your questions carefully.|4.24]]

You bow your head slightly to Duri. "Thank you, that was rather admirable for you to come to my rescue. I know it was a little frightful in the moment, but I understand now that you weren't trying to hurt me." Duri's honey-brown eyes go a little wide, and $Dheshe looks around, avoiding your eyes. $Dcapitalheshe nods finally. "I wish I could have caught you… Well, caught you sooner - before you got hurt." "You caught me?" "Yeah, I managed to divert you to the river at least, before I lost my grip. We both got a bath, but at least you didn't splatter!" You snort a laugh, jerking as pain lances through your chest. "So when I woke up and you were right there…" Duri scratches behind one ear and looks away again. "I didn't want you to get cold." "So…you're a total bleeding heart." Duri guffaws. "Am not! I thought about eating you as well, but after that fall you were way too tenderized." $Dcapitalheshe laughs and smiles at you. "And you are much too cute to be eaten." You smirk and roll your eyes. "Though…" Duri reaches towards your good arm, requesting your hand. "Maybe you'd let me have a taste?" $Dcapitalhisher eyes subtly glow as they meet your own. $flirt_label [[Allow this "taste."|4.22a1]] $flirt_label [[Go along, but pull back to tease Duri.|4.22a2]] $flirt_label [[Turn this around, and take a taste of your own.|4.22a5]] [[Bonk Duri on the nose.|4.22a3]] [[Turn Duri down.|4.22a4]]

Duri patiently waits for your questions.... <<if not hasVisited("4.24a")>>[[“I assume you know of Valko's shrine?”|4.24a]]<<else>>You asked if Duri knew about Valko's shrine.<</if>> <<if not hasVisited("4.24b")>>[[Ask Duri's age.|4.24b]]<<else>>Duri is almost 900 years old.<</if>> <<if not hasVisited("4.24c")>>[[“Will you guide us through the forest?”|4.24c]]<<else>>Duri will guide you wherever you go.<</if>> <<if not hasVisited("4.24d")>>[[Ask about your "debt."|4.24d]]<<else>>You asked about your debt to Duri.<</if>> <<if $ch4q1 is true and $ch4q2 is true and $ch4q3 is true and $ch4q4 is true>>[[You have a choice to make.|4.25]]<</if>>

Duri laughs. "Well yeah, I live there." You jerk back in surprise and immediately regret it. After taking a moment to relax again, you continue. "You live there?" "Did you not piece it together yet? You're clever - you tell me." <<set $ch4q1 to true>> [["Are you actually Valko?"|4.24a1]] [["Did you get rid of Valko?"|4.24a2]] [["Are you related to Valko?"|4.24a3]]

Duri bursts into laughter. Apparently $Dheshe is not… <<if not hasVisited("4.24a2")>>[["Did you get rid of Valko?"|4.24a2]]<<else>>You asked if Duri killed Valko.<</if>> <<if not hasVisited("4.24a3")>>[["Are you related to Valko?"|4.24a3]]<</if>>

Duri tsks. "I wish, but no." <<if not hasVisited("4.24a1")>>[["Are you actually Valko?"|4.24a1]]<<else>>You asked if Duri was actually Valko.<</if>> <<if not hasVisited("4.24a3")>>[["Are you related to Valko?"|4.24a3]]<</if>>

Duri nods. "Yes, unfortunately." You wait for more clarification, but are met with silence. Zahn chimes in. "Well…are you gonna actually tell us how?" Duri grumbles. "Yeah, I guess…it doesn't matter. I'm his kid - his youngest $Dsondtrchild." "So…is he around then?" "No, last I knew he was in the mountains, but we haven't spoken…in a long time, and I prefer to keep it that way. I don't know what business you have with him, but I recommend not seeking him out." "Is there anything at his shrine-" "It's not his!" Duri interjects. Oswin softly adds, "At your shrine then…" "Not mine either." Duri says quietly, looking down at $Dhisher lap. You make eye contact with the other two, unsure if you should keep going. They both nod at you. "Is there anything there that might help me - medicine or magical artifacts?" Duri raises an eyebrow and finally looks into your eyes. "You're magic hunters?" $Dcapitalheshe appears to bristle a bit. You shake your head. "I just need something to heal me up so we can continue our journey, magic would be…the quickest way." The demigod seems satisfied with that answer and shrugs. "There's some magic stuff there, and some old potions, but I don't know what any of it does. The land itself is charged with magic still, but it…sort of just does its own thing." "Potions?" Oswin asks. Duri nods. "The priests and priestesses were physicians back in the days the shrine was active. They'd make medicine and infuse it with their power - it amplifies the properties a great deal." Your face lights up with a smile. "That sounds like what I'd need." "Don't get too excited," Duri says. "No one has worked the shrine since…well, the whole war thing. Those tinctures are over 800 years old at least; I have no idea if they would do anything for you." You deflate a bit. [["Anything else?" Duri asks.|4.24]]

"So…" you begin carefully. "If you're a demigod, you'd have to be pretty old, right?" Duri covers a smile with a hand for a moment. "You worried I'm not young enough for you?" <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"No," you reply flatly.<<else>>"Not at all, I already know you're too old for me," you reply through a restrained chuckle.<</if>> You get a brief pout from Duri, but $Dheshe shrugs $Dhisher shoulders and sighs. "Yes, I was born during the war actually. They called me the last demigod." Duri wiggles $Dhisher fingers at you and rolls $Dhisher eyes. Zahn leans forward. "That means, you'd be almost 900 years old!" You take a good look at Duri. $Dcapitalheshe doesn't look remotely old, in fact, $Dheshe barely looks your own age. Other than the long grey hair, Duri hardly even appears to be anything other than human to you - aside from when $Dheshe makes $Dhisher eyes glow… Duri shifts, looking a bit uncomfortable. "I haven't…really been around for that long." "Care to elaborate?" you ask carefully. "I've been asleep for most of that time, I think. I don't actually know how long. My…um, uncle put me into a slumber using magic and I only woke up recently." "How recent?" Oswin asks, impatience in his tone. Duri shrugs. "Take it easy - it's not like I keep track of the dates like you humans do. I only catch some details like that when I go into the city. I think it's been around 30 years." <<set $ch4q2 to true>> [[Ask why Duri was sleeping for so long.|4.24b1]] [[Move on.|4.24]]

You take a breath to ask your question, and Duri waves a hand at you. "Not your business." $Dcapitalheshe says with a shocking amount of seriousness. $Dcapitalheshe doesn't look angry at least, but there's a vacant look on $Dhisher face. [[Move on.|4.24]]

Duri smiles wide. "Of course." "That easy?" you ask. $Dcapitalheshe leans back, still grinning. "Well, I'm hardly going to let three armed and beautiful strangers wander around in my house alone now am I? Plus, you owe me, and I'd quite like to keep track of you." Duri winks. "I don't know what else I expected," you huff. <<set $ch4q3 to true>> [[Move on.|4.24]]

"So…" you begin. "You've mentioned that I'm in your debt a couple times…what do you mean by that?" Duri leans towards you and you see Oswin's hand move to his sword. "Maybe you still got hurt, little lamb, but I did save you from splattering into a rock. I even rinsed the mud off of you, kept you warm, fed you, and gave you a ride on my back. You have quite the bill to settle with me when you think about it." As much as you'd like to deny it, $Dheshe does make a point, but what could you offer a demigod to satisfy such a debt? "How do I…pay you then? What do you want?" Duri shrugs. "I don't know - I hadn't thought that far." You all go silent, watching Duri fuss over $Dhisher fingernails for a moment. Oswin finally grumbles. "Can you even actually collect anything from $mc without breaching the rules Hayat passed down? You're weakened, what's to stop us from leaving without returning the favor or-" "Or what?" Duri interrupts. "Killing me?" $Dcapitalheshe laughs. "I'm weakened, sure, but you have no idea what the extent of my powers are. Just how many wolves do you think make these woods their home, merc?" "You have power over all of them?" Zahn asks. Duri shakes $Dhisher head. "Not power over. We're a family - I told you. We look out for each other. My death would be felt throughout the forest, and you would not make it out alive, I guarantee it." $Dcapitalheshe smiles sweetly at Oswin. Oswin grumbles. "I don't want to kill you, no matter how insufferable you are. $mc is my priority to protect, and I don't want your perceived debt to inhibit $himher." Duri rolls $Dhisher eyes. "And you call //me// the dog." Oswin glares and Zahn slaps a hand over $Zhisher mouth. The demigod stretches out $Dhisher arms and legs, muscles quivering in a way you're sure feels satisfying. What you wouldn't give to do that right now without experiencing terrible pain. "Don't fret, I'll think of something that's fair, that won't hurt your precious charge. And - no - Hayat's little curse can't stop me from collecting what I want." "Nothing perverse," Oswin adds. Duri snickers. "Well that's not up to you, now is it? Don't give me any ideas you won't like." $Dcapitalheshe turns to you. "For the record, I may be a pervert, but that's a line I'd never cross - unless you want me to. Just say the word…maybe when you're not, you know, all broken." <<set $ch4q4 to true>> [[You suppose you will have to take that as an answer for now.|4.24]]

<<set $Dcodex to true>><<set $DstatCurrent to "Currently Undefined">> Either path you choose, Duri will guide you. Going to Codrin will guarantee that you see a healer today and sleep in an actual bed. It's what Oswin prefers, and if you were unconscious still, you have no doubt that he wouldn't have even entertained this conversation about it in the first place. Delaying professional help could be detrimental to your health and recovery. Going to the shrine is risky in your current state and places you even further away from the city. But, there's a chance you will find something there to help with your injuries and maybe even the curse itself. Duri confirmed there are magical things there, and despite posturing and toying with you, seems more helpful than not. Zahn seems more hopeful about finding help for you here. [[You want to go to Codrin.|4.25a][$RecklessCautious to Math.clamp($RecklessCautious - 10, 0, 100)]] [[You still want to go to the shrine.|4.25b][$RecklessCautious to Math.clamp($RecklessCautious + 10, 0, 100)]]

"I think it's best to go to Codrin. I'm not going to get far unless I get treatment, and without any guarantees of what we may find at the shrine…" You sigh. It's a bit disappointing to miss your goal when you are so close, but this way at least you can survive and possibly venture back. Oswin nods and a relieved smile spreads across his lips. "I think that is a good plan. Codrin has many great healers." Duri hops to $Dhisher feet, looking down at you. "You may be in luck, little <<if $mark is 'tree'>>sapling.<<elseif $mark is 'sun'>>sunbeam.<<elseif $mark is 'storm'>>rain-cloud.<<elseif $mark is 'plants'>>bramble.<<elseif $mark is 'night'>>moonbeam.<<elseif $mark is 'mountain'>>stone.<</if>> There's a bard who frequents Codrin that may be able to help you - a very alluring and magical one." Zahn smiles despite your choosing the city over the shrine. "No worries, $mc, we'll get to the shrine eventually." The demigod looks at you curiously, but doesn't pry. Now, for the hard part…. [[Standing up.|4.26a]]

"I think it's best to go to get to the shrine. I feel like there's a good chance that what I need will be there. If nothing else, we could probably find something to keep me in one piece until we find a proper healer." "$mc," Oswin says. "Please, I can't agree, I don't think this is wisdom." You acknowledge him with a shake of your head. "I know you don't agree, but…we're so close and it just //feels// right to me. If it's fruitless, I won't blame you. It's my choice." His brows dip in worry. You can tell he wants to argue, but this is your life and your choice, and he knows it. Duri hops to $Dhisher feet, looking down at you. "Well, we should get going so you can meet my pack and get settled before sundown. I can keep you warm again tonight if you like, little <<if $mark is 'tree'>>sapling.<<elseif $mark is 'sun'>>sunbeam.<<elseif $mark is 'storm'>>rain-cloud.<<elseif $mark is 'plants'>>bramble.<<elseif $mark is 'night'>>moonbeam.<<elseif $mark is 'mountain'>>stone.<</if>>" $Dcapitalheshe smirks at you. $Dcapitalhisher smiles are rapidly becoming familiar to you. Zahn claps in excitement. "Don't worry, $mc, I believe that we're gonna find just what you need there!" The demigod looks at you curiously, but doesn't pry. Now, for the hard part…. [[Standing up.|4.26b]]

Oswin wastes very little time once your decision is made. The mounts were already packed up and required little preparation. <<if hasVisited("4.11a")>>He tells you that once the landslide happened, he tried desperately to find you, but couldn't cover the ground quick enough. You slid very far, and the darkness made it impossible to tread. The hillside was even more unstable after as well. He found Flit soon after, or rather she found him after becoming alarmed by the landslide. Not long after, Zahn and $mountname came looking after hearing the commotion.<</if>><<if hasVisited("4.11b")>>Zahn tells you that once the landslide happened, $Zheshe tried to look for you but quickly found it impossible with how dark it still was. $Zcapitalheshe could tell the landslide was too massive to traverse on $Zhisher own, and so rushed to find Oswin. Zahn found $mountname along the way, and Oswin and Flit stumbled upon them after that, drawn by the commotion.<</if>> They hurried back to camp for supplies to find you, and you can now see by how haphazardly the mounts are packed that it was clearly a rush job. Oswin and Zahn searched the mountainside the entire night. When the sun came up, they realized that the caverns underneath had collapsed as well and were looking for a way into them that wasn't a sheer drop. By the time Duri had brought you to them, Oswin was preparing to climb down one of the smaller inclines to find you. You don't need to be told what a bad idea that would be - he'd likely have been sucked in through the loose mud as it settled. The stress this placed on your companions is evident. Neither are free from dark circles under their eyes or lines etched into their brows. You expect such things from Oswin already, but seeing creases in Zahn's expression feels especially out-of-place. With everything packed and Oswin eager to find a healer for you, the next challenge is how to transport you. Oswin offers up another of Emre's tonics which will stave off a good portion of discomfort, but there is no doubt that the ride will not be enjoyable. The natural jostling of a horse, even on level ground, would be enough to cause pain to your severely bruised body. Zahn laments that you have no cart to ride in. Both offer to support you on either mount, and Duri interrupts them to offer to carry you instead. Being carried in someone's arms would lessen the roughness of the ride, but…do you trust Duri for that enough right now? <<if $height is 'verytall'>>It could be awkward, you are much taller than Duri.<<elseif $height is 'tall'>>It could be a bit awkward, you are taller than Duri.<<else>>You'd likely fit pretty comfortably in Duri's arms....<</if>> Or, would you rather spend the time being close to another who brings you comfort? [[You ride with Oswin to support you.|4.26a1]] [[You ride with Zahn to support you.|4.26a2]] [[You agree to let Duri carry you.|4.26a3]]

Oswin wastes very little time once your decision is made. The mounts were already packed up and required little preparation. <<if hasVisited("4.11a")>>He tells you that once the landslide happened, he tried desperately to find you, but couldn't cover the ground quick enough. You slid very far, and the darkness made it impossible to tread. The hillside was even more unstable after as well. He found Flit soon after, or rather she found him after becoming alarmed by the landslide. Not long after Zahn and $mountname came looking after hearing the commotion.<</if>><<if hasVisited("4.11b")>>Zahn tells you that once the landslide happened, $Zheshe tried to look for you but quickly found it impossible with how dark it still was. $Zcapitalheshe could tell the landslide was too massive to traverse on $Zhisher own, and so rushed to find Oswin. Zahn found $mountname along the way, and Oswin and Flit stumbled upon them after that, drawn by the commotion.<</if>> They hurried back to camp for supplies to find you, and you can now see by how haphazardly the mounts are packed that it was clearly a rush job. Oswin and Zahn searched the mountainside the entire night. When the sun came up, they realized that the caverns underneath had collapsed as well and were looking for a way into them that wasn't a sheer drop. By the time Duri had brought you to them, Oswin was preparing to climb down one of the smaller inclines to find you. You don't need to be told what a bad idea that would be - he'd likely have been sucked in through the loose mud as it settled. The stress this placed on your companions is evident. Neither are free from dark circles under their eyes or lines etched into their brows. You expect such things from Oswin already, but seeing creases in Zahn's expression feels especially out-of-place. With everything packed and Zahn eager to find a solution for your wounds, the next challenge is how to transport you. Oswin offers up another of Emre's tonics which will stave off a good portion of discomfort, but there is no doubt that the ride will not be enjoyable. The natural jostling of a horse, even on level ground, would be enough to cause pain to your severely bruised body. Zahn laments that you have no cart to ride in. Both offer to support you on either mount, and Duri interrupts them to offer to carry you instead. Being carried in someone's arms would lessen the roughness of the ride, but…do you trust Duri for that enough right now? <<if $height is 'verytall'>>It could be awkward, you are much taller than Duri.<<elseif $height is 'tall'>>It could be a bit awkward, you are taller than Duri.<<else>>You'd likely fit pretty comfortably in Duri's arms....<</if>> Or, would you rather spend the time being close to another who brings you comfort? [[You ride with Oswin to support you.|4.26b1]] [[You ride with Zahn to support you.|4.26b2]] [[You agree to let Duri carry you.|4.26b3]]

The first challenge is making it down the initial slope. It's difficult to keep from slipping in the mud and for a very brief moment, you almost envy Oswin's trek up the hillside - almost. Eventually the land levels out to a much more gentle incline and you find a path with plenty of vegetation to support you when it becomes difficult. Zahn's agility is impressive, $Zhisher knack for balance makes $Zhimher appear trained, but in an…unrefined sort of way. Eventually the smeared hoof prints you've been following smooth out, and you notice that you are on $mountname's trail. It gives you a sense of relief to know you're on <<if $mount is 'chessy'>>her<<elseif $mount is 'eb'>>his<<elseif $mount is 'bay'>>his<<elseif $mount is 'mule'>>her<</if>> path. Plus, your own mount is more likely to respond to you than Flit would. Not that Oswin's horse doesn't listen to you, but you don't share the same type of bond. "How can you tell it's $mountname?" Zahn asks, staring at the clear prints in the mud. You shrug. "I just know what <<if $mount is 'chessy'>>her<<elseif $mount is 'eb'>>his<<elseif $mount is 'bay'>>his<<elseif $mount is 'mule'>>her<</if>> hoof print looks like… <<if $mount is 'chessy'>>See how it's a bit dainty? She's lighter than Flit and her hoof is more narrow.<<elseif $mount is 'eb'>>It's a bit wider than Flit's would be. He's heavier too, so the print is deeper.<<elseif $mount is 'bay'>>Plus, it's huge…can you really not tell the difference? His legs are twice the size of Flit's at least.<<elseif $mount is 'mule'>>See how the print turns in just a bit? She's slightly pigeon-toed, so I know this is her.<</if>> Can you tell what I mean?" Zahn studies it for a moment with a hand to $Zhisher chin. "...Yes?" You snort. "We'll do a side-by-side comparison later after we get back to camp." Plodding along as you follow the tracks, Zahn lets you lead the way as $Zheshe ambles close to you, seeming much more relaxed now. "So…" $Zheshe begins. "I'm really flattered that you picked me. Just wanted to say that." "Yeah? I suppose you're welcome then?" You chuckle. Zahn preens a bit. "<<if $Zstat is 'neutral'>>I feel like you're still debating on what to think of me - which is fair, don't get me wrong - we've not known each other very long yet.<<elseif $Zstat is 'friends'>>I already feel like we're becoming fast friends, and I'm really excited about that even if we haven't known each other very long yet.<<elseif $Zstat is 'romantic'>>I already feel like we're becoming fast friends, and I'm really excited about that even if we haven't known each other very long yet. I feel…attached to you, I guess.<<elseif $Zstat is 'physical'>>I already feel like we're becoming fast friends, and I'm really excited about that even if we haven't known each other very long yet.<<elseif $Zstat is 'sus'>>I've had the feeling like you don't trust me much - which that's completely fair, so don't get me wrong - I'm a religious traveler you met in the woods. I understand how weird it is.<</if>> You just feel like a person I want to know more, that draws me in, so I really appreciate that you trusted me enough to pair up. I like being around you. Even Oswin, just don't tell him. You're…good…you're good people." $Zcapitalheshe gives you a big smile, and you can see in the faint glow of the lantern that Zahn's face is a little extra flushed. "I didn't realize you felt that way. Don't worry, I won't tell Oswin, <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>I promise.<<else>>unless I need blackmail of course.<</if>>" <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>Zahn grunts. "Your genuineness is just one of the reasons I've come to really respect you, $mc."<<else>>Zahn laughs. "That is such a you thing to say, $mc…I like the way you make me laugh, though."<</if>> In a twist of the mood, Zahn sighs heavily. "You know…my…the church leader said that…most people aren't good." "What?" you ask. "Really?" "Yeah. He said that…they'd be cruel - um, 'wicked,' was his exact word." "Have you known people outside your church to be wicked?" You find yourself pausing the trek, suddenly feeling curious about what Zahn needs to say. $Zcapitalheshe is quiet for a moment, looking out into the dark forest, away from your light. "Yeah." You wait a moment longer, but Zahn doesn't say anything more. You feel there is so much more behind $Zhisher bright smile and bubbly attitude, but $Zheshe isn't ready to show you. <<if $Zstat is 'neutral'>>Maybe what $Zheshe has to say will sway your feelings about $Zhimher.<<elseif $Zstat is 'friends'>>You'll be patient though, and wait until $Zheshe is ready to tell you.<<elseif $Zstat is 'romantic'>>You'll be patient though, and wait until $Zheshe is ready to tell you.<<elseif $Zstat is 'physical'>>You'll be patient though, and wait until $Zheshe is ready to tell you.<<elseif $Zstat is 'sus'>>You'd like to know, maybe it would help you determine if $Zheshe can be trusted or not.<</if>> For now, you'll have to be content with these little snippets Zahn shows you, but you feel that you're slowly chipping away at $Zhisher guard. Not but a few minutes after you both get moving again, and Zahn begins to chatter happily once more. "Glad the wolves have been quiet since we headed out. What do you think they were on about earlier? That was the scariest thing I have ever heard. Why does Oswin like wolves so damn much anyway?" "Do you have much experience with dogs or wolves?" You have a feeling you know the answer. "Nope. We aren't allowed pets in the church. The only animals I really interacted with were some cats on the street I lived. One brought me a fish once!" "Seriously? A cat actually brought you a fish?" "Yeah! She had kittens and we were in the same…house, so I think she must have considered me one of her own." "I think if you got to know a dog or a pup a bit, you'd understand more. We have several dogs at home - one of them is mostly a wolf I think too - they're great and they help us keep the farm safe." "You'll have to introduce me to all of them." $Zcapitalheshe gives you another big grin. You smile back, and the forest is feeling much lighter and brighter. [[Until you hear a large POP echoing around you.|4.11b2]]

You freeze. "What was that?" Zahn reels in close to your side with bow in hand. "I don't know…what would even make that sound?" $Zcapitalheshe whispers. Another crack resounds, followed by several smaller pops. You listen closely, trying to find a common direction or identify what you're hearing. The sounds come in from all around you, even up above and down below. Your deep breathing creates vapor in front of your face and that's when your understanding clicks. <<if $interest is 'choppin'>>You thought it sounded familiar.<<elseif $interest is 'woodin'>>You thought it sounded familiar.<</if>> "Oh," you say. "I think I know." Zahn is practically curled into your side. "Yeah? Please share because I don't like it." "The temperature has gotten a lot colder. The trees are adjusting to it. The wood is warmer than the air, I think. Perhaps that's it?" "That makes sense," Zahn replies. "I hadn't noticed how cold it was yet. Your company is just so warm and radiant that I forgot all about it." <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>You roll your eyes.<<else>>You fan yourself with a hand.<</if>> "No matter how warm and radiant I may be, finding the mounts and sitting around a nice hot fire sounds much better to me." "Suit yourself, but let's get going so we can do just that. Maybe Oswin will let us sleep in a while too." You agree and head out in earnest, the occasional pops and cracks from the surrounding wood echoing through the night. You wonder how Oswin is fairing through all this. Several more minutes roll by, and you still do not see or hear $mountname. The tracks have leveled out and it is clear that <<if $mount is 'chessy'>>she<<elseif $mount is 'eb'>>he<<elseif $mount is 'bay'>>he<<elseif $mount is 'mule'>>she<</if>> is only walking. <<if $mount is 'chessy'>>She<<elseif $mount is 'eb'>>He<<elseif $mount is 'bay'>>He<<elseif $mount is 'mule'>>She<</if>> can't be too much farther. Your calls yield no response. You come upon some rough terrain that is jagged with rocks and full of thick brush, where you find a leather strap from a harness, but lose the tracks. You circle the area to find them again as Zahn hops up on a stoney outcrop that sits just a bit higher than the rest of the area. The popping and cracking of the trees has become so regular that you barely notice it anymore, but the cold has really seeped in and is harder to not take any mind of. Your hands are so chilled that they ache. You both travel a ways on your respective perches to find a sign of which direction $mountname went. After a few moments, you finally find a light impression of a hoof. "Hey! I found a print!" you call. Zahn pops over, looking down from the outcrop of stone. "Terrific, which way…" You look down, studying the mark. "Heading south, it's faint but-" [[''Don't move.''|4.11b3]]

You freeze at Zahn's urgent command, your head still locked to the ground. Zahn's voice is shaky and strained. "Okay…okay, I'm…I'm gonna help you, I'll get you out of this." Alarm racks your bones. //Out of what?// There is something about being told not to move that makes you want to bolt. "$mc, get up slowly." Your breath catches, but you slowly begin to rise, raising your head to look at Zahn who is slowly bringing an arrow to $Zhisher bow. You instinctively want to look behind you, turning your head slightly. "Don't." Zahn commands. You slowly raise your head to see Zahn nocking an arrow, and your heart races as the trees pop and crack around you again. //What is behind you?// Zahn's eyes are blazing, aimed behind you. $Zcapitalhisher arms are shaking as they try to pull the bowstring. //POP!// //CRACK!// The trees continue to groan. [[And then…you feel it.|4.11b4]]

//Heat.// Moist heat blows against your back, even piercing through your clothing. You choke on your breath and do your best to not run right away. Zahn's voice still shakes and strains. "It's…it's focused on me, I'm going to keep it distracted while you get away. Okay?" //It//? //What is it//? You suddenly hear a puff of breath directly behind you - the source of the moist heat - right on the back of your neck. It ruffles your hair. Your jaw quivers. //POP! CRACK!// The trees continue to strain more and more. The snaps do little to comfort or distract you. Zahn continues to struggle to nock the arrow as you watch, but manages it finally and you feel a small flutter of hope. "It's…it's a wolf, I think. $mc, it's huge. It's ''huge''." $Zcapitalhisher voice sounds as though $Zheshe will burst into tears at any moment. The hot breath crests over your neck and shoulders again. Every hair on your body raises. Your muscles burn for you to run. //POP!// //CRACK!// //POP, POP, POP!// //CRACK!// The forest is ''screaming''. Cold air clogs your throat. Your heart races. Zahn pulls the bowstring and aims. The wolf growls behind you - a tremendous sound - intense enough that you feel it in your own chest. You nearly whimper. //POP! CRACK! CRACK!// //''SNAP!''// [[......|4.11b5]]

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You barely register what is happening at first. In an instant, you are falling as the ground beneath you suddenly lurches. The trees and brush continue to crack and snap apart. Your back hits the ground as Zahn screams your name over and over, and you realize that the trees around you are //moving//. You finally get a flashing look at the supposed wolf. It is indeed gigantic - bigger than any horse you've ever seen - but even it seems taken by surprise. Along with you, it's been knocked off its feet and is sliding close to you. A giant paw digs into the dirt close to your head as it tries to regain balance. The earth is being whisked away, and Zahn's frantic screaming is growing more distant by the moment, but you hear the rush of an arrow clearly. Your lantern is lost to you, but even in the shadow of the night you can tell what is happening - you are caught in a landslide. The trees, brush, and the very ground beneath you has given way. You hear the crashing of timber all around you as you feel yourself getting pulled into the mud as it begins its rush to lower ground. The giant animal struggles beside you, but regains footing on the shaky ground. Your eyes meet again, the yellow glow piercing your soul. [[It lunges at you.|4.a7]]

Zahn considers your words for a moment, just looking back at you. "//Wanted// to…" $Zcapitalheshe smiles, popping another bite of cake in $Zhisher mouth. You eye the pilgrim with curiosity for a moment before you notice $Zhisher face twitching oddly. Zahn turns away from you. "Are you okay?" $Zcapitalheshe nods without looking back at you. Unusual… <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"Seriously, if you didn't like it, it's okay."<<else>>You force a small chuckle. "If it's left you that tongue-tied, it must be good."<</if>> With a quivering voice, and a mouth full of cake, Zahn responds. "It was wonderful." Zahn hastily clears $Zhisher throat. "Hey…" You gently touch Zahn's shoulder. Why is $Zheshe upset? "Sorry..." $Zcapitalheshe laughs, but it's weak. "It was really so good, I'm just a little stunned." Zahn's voice is strained. Before you can formulate a response, Zahn turns suddenly. "Hey, you probably didn't get a taste, right? You should eat the rest!" Some chipperness returns to $Zhisher demeanor. It's clear that Zahn wants to ignore whatever $Zheshe was feeling over your gesture. Maybe for now you'll drop the subject and let $Zhimher move along. It can always be asked about later. "It's the only one and I don't want to eat your cake." "No, you should…go ahead and take the rest" Zahn gestures to the tin. You break off a piece of cake and pop it into your mouth. The familiar flavor of home cooking fills your senses, along with memories of your da chasing Papa from the kitchen for sneaking tastes of batter and honey. "It tastes like home," Zahn suddenly says. You stare back for a moment, curious how $Zheshe would know. You nod as you finish chewing. Zahn goes quiet and stares out over the water. "That's how I imagined it might taste I guess. Warm and sweet…I'd like to see it sometime - your hometown. I bet it's nice." "Your home doesn't have a familiar taste or smell?" you ask. "Mm…not really. I mean, yeah, in a way - like incense makes me think of it…and porridge. It just doesn't feel like this." Zahn points to the caek. "There's something different about how eating that…feels. Like, coming home to someone you love." You're not quite sure what to say to that, but you get the sick feeling that Zahn doesn't know what it's like to have someone waiting for $Zhimher…wanting $Zhimher home. This church is //not// good for Zahn, it can't be. "Everyone…should have that." $Zcapitalheshe nods as $Zheshe welcomes Miss Quackers back into $Zhisher lap. She settles in happily. "Miss Quackers will stick with me, she needs a home too." The duck quacks happily, making you both smile, until you realize you can hear even more quacking from elsewhere. You look up to see another duck flying in and gracefully landing in the water. Miss Quackers flutters her wings as the quacking between the two intensifies. The new duck is black and white with a tuft of feathers sticking out from the top of its head, and the same piercing yellow eyes. Miss Quackers hustles from Zahn's lap, gliding into the water to greet the newcomer. They circle each other and nuzzle their beaks into each other's feathers. After swimming about for a few minutes, they paddle off together. Zahn sighs, which ends in a chuckle. The irony is not lost on you, and you feel a pang of sympathy. [[You make a joke to help cheer Zahn up.|3.77ab2a1a1a]] [[You give Zahn a comforting side-hug.|3.77ab2a1a1b]] $flirt_label [[A little kiss on the cheek will help Zahn forget all about it.|3.77ab2a1a1c]]

<<set $Oride4 to true>> "Oswin, I'd like to ride with you," you say. His expression is one of relief. "Good; I will do my best to keep you comfortable." Once everyone is settled to begin the trek, Duri and Zahn assist you in mounting Flit. Oswin mounts first and scoots to the back of the saddle since it will be easier for him to keep you steady and address your needs if you sit in front.<<if $height is 'verytall'>> He doesn't seem perturbed by how much taller than him you are either. As long as he can see around you to check the road, you know he trusts Flit to navigate.<</if>> You get up on the side where you can comfortably use your right arm. Oswin guides your ascent as the other two help lift and steady you. It is not without pain. At least you keep from screaming, but must take a moment to breathe. Once you've settled, Oswin hands you a small open phial with a murky greenish brown liquid inside. <<if $interest is 'healin'>>You'd recognize this concoction anywhere, if not by the look, by the earthy and slightly sour smell alone. This tonic is as effective as it is pungent, and from the looks of it, this is a concentrated batch. You give small doses to chronic pain sufferers and larger ones such as this to those in serious pain. You're proud to have your own recipe that rivals that of Emre and his father. It even tastes better.<</if>> "Is this what you gave me earlier? This is Emre's anodyne, isn't it?" You ask. "Yes, you weren't…terribly conscious for most of it, but we dripped it down your throat after you fainted." "No wonder I was able to sleep and move around for a while." "We have one more phial after this one, and a few weaker things for pain left if you need them," Oswin says. "<<if $interest is 'healin'>>I have two smaller doses of my pain tonic in my bag too. <</if>>I think this should last me through the trip; I can still feel the lingering effects of the first phial." "Good," he says. "Sorry you have to be awake for this dose.<<if $interest is 'healin'>> Don't tell Emre I said it, but yours tastes so much better.<</if>>" You shudder a bit. The anodyne isn't the worst medicine out there, but the concentrated version has a lingering bitterness.<<if $interest is 'healin'>> You add a little oil infused with lemongrass, sugar, a touch of blueberry juice to make it go down a little easier.<</if>> "No helping it, as long as it works." You work up your nerve and sling the tonic down, trying to swallow before it settles on your tongue. Wincing a bit as the taste floods your senses, you hand the phial back to Oswin who tucks it away. Once you are settled, you see that Zahn is atop $mountname, but Duri isn't mounted with $Zhimher. You give Duri a curious look. $Dcapitalheshe bats a hand at you. "Don't fret, I'm walking. I can keep up." "<<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>Try not to strain yourself just the same. Didn't you tell me earlier that you were tired?<<else>>Is this your way of bragging about your stamina?<</if>>" you ask. Duri gives you a lopsided smile. "Just because I've exhausted my magic doesn't mean I can tire so easily. Quite frankly, I believe it's something I should brag about, especially in such…//attractive// company." $Dcapitalheshe winks at you. [[Roll your eyes.|4.26a1a][$GentleAssertive to Math.clamp($GentleAssertive - 3, 0, 100)]] [[Smile as you shake your head.|4.26a1a][$GentleAssertive to Math.clamp($GentleAssertive + 3, 0, 100)]] $flirt_label [[Blush.|4.26a1b][$BoldflirtShyflirt to Math.clamp($BoldflirtShyflirt - 3, 0, 100)]] $flirt_label [[Wink back.|4.26a1c][$BoldflirtShyflirt to Math.clamp($BoldflirtShyflirt + 3, 0, 100)]]

<<set $Zride4 to true>> "I'd like to ride with Zahn," you say. The $Zmanwoperson in question lights up with a big smile. "I'll tend to your every need!" Oswin shakes his head, but you think you spy a slight smile on his lips. Perhaps the excitable pilgrim is wiggling into Oswin's heart bit by bit and earning his trust. Once everyone is settled to begin the trek, Oswin and Duri assist you in mounting $mountname. Zahn gets in the saddle first, scooting to the back to allow you to slot in front of $Zhimher. This way, $Zheshe can assist and support you easier. <<if $height is 'short'>>Zahn will have no trouble seeing over and around you, either.<<elseif $height is 'average'>>Since you're about the same height, Zahn shouldn't have much difficulty in seeing around you.<<else>>Though you're taller than Zahn, $Zheshe doesn't seem phased. As long as $Zheshe can see around you to check the road on occasion, you're confident that your mount will stay in line with Flit.<</if>> You get up on the side where you can comfortably use your right arm. Zahn guides your ascent as the other two help lift and steady you. It is not without pain. At least you keep from screaming, but must take a moment to breathe. Once you've settled, Zahn hands you a small open phial with a murky greenish brown liquid inside. "Oswin gave this to me for you. It stinks, but he says it will help your pain." Taking a look at the tonic, you recognize Emre's handiwork.<<if $interest is 'healin'>> You'd recognize this concoction anywhere, if not by the look, by the earthy and slightly sour smell alone. This tonic is as effective as it is pungent, and from the looks of it, this is a concentrated batch. You give small doses to chronic pain sufferers and larger ones such as this to those in serious pain. You're proud to have your own recipe that rivals that of Emre and his father. It even tastes better.<</if>> "It's an anodyne my best friend makes. It doesn't smell pleasant, but it works to stave off pain." Zahn hums an agreement. "You seemed a lot better after we gave it to you when you fainted. Now I don't feel so bad about pouring it down your throat." "No wonder I was able to sleep and move around for a while." "I think there's only one more left after that. I don't know how long they'll last, so you might want to pace yourself. I don't know how much I can support you with magic right now." "<<if $interest is 'healin'>>I have two smaller doses of my own pain tonic in my bag too. But, <</if>>I think this should last me through the whole trip; I can still feel the lingering effects of the first phial." "Good," $Zheshe says. "I'm glad, but I'm sorry you have to taste and smell it this time.<<if $interest is 'healin'>> You make this stuff too then? That's pretty incredible. Does it taste bad?<</if>>" You shudder a bit. The anodyne isn't the worst medicine out there, but the concentrated version has a lingering bitterness. "It isn't the best, but I would say it's not as bad as the smell would suggest. It's certainly worth it for what it can do for you.<<if $interest is 'healin'>> I add a little oil infused with lemongrass, sugar, and a touch of blueberry juice to make it go down a little easier.<</if>>" You work up your nerve and sling the tonic down, trying to swallow before it settles on your tongue. Wincing a bit as the taste floods your senses, you hand the phial back to Zahn who tucks it away. Once you are settled, you see that Oswin is atop Flit, but Duri isn't mounted with him. You give Duri a curious look. $Dcapitalheshe bats a hand at you. "Don't fret, I'm walking. I can keep up." "<<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>Try not to strain yourself just the same. Didn't you tell me earlier that you were tired?<<else>>Is this your way of bragging about your stamina?<</if>>" you ask. Duri gives you a lopsided smile. "Just because I've exhausted my magic doesn't mean I can tire so easily. Quite frankly, I believe it's something I should brag about, especially in such…//attractive// company." $Dcapitalheshe winks at you. [[Roll your eyes.|4.26a1a][$GentleAssertive to Math.clamp($GentleAssertive - 3, 0, 100)]] [[Smile as you shake your head.|4.26a1a][$GentleAssertive to Math.clamp($GentleAssertive + 3, 0, 100)]] $flirt_label [[Blush.|4.26a1b][$BoldflirtShyflirt to Math.clamp($BoldflirtShyflirt - 3, 0, 100)]] $flirt_label [[Wink back.|4.26a1c][$BoldflirtShyflirt to Math.clamp($BoldflirtShyflirt + 3, 0, 100)]]

<<set $Dride4 to true>> You lock eyes with Duri as you work through the decision. $Dcapitalheshe notices and smirks back, seeming to preen as $Dheshe figures out what choice you're leaning towards. Oswin interrupts, handing you a small open phial with a murky greenish brown liquid inside. <<if $interest is 'healin'>>You'd recognize this concoction anywhere, if not by the look, by the earthy and slightly sour smell alone. This tonic is as effective as it is pungent, and from the looks of it, this is a concentrated batch. You give small doses to chronic pain sufferers and larger ones such as this to those in serious pain. You're proud to have your own recipe that rivals that of Emre and his father. It even tastes better.<</if>> Duri approaches with curiosity etched on $Dhisher face. $Dcapitalheshe sniffs around you and then makes a face, poking out $Dhisher tongue like a toddler refusing to eat vegetables. "Is this what you gave $himher earlier?" Duri asks. Oswin nods as you meet his eye with the same question on your mind. "Yes," he answers, addressing you instead. "You weren't…terribly conscious for most of it, but we dripped it down your throat after you fainted." "No wonder I was able to sleep and move around for a while," you say. Duri shakes $Dhisher head in disgust. Trying to ignore the reaction, Oswin continues. "We have one more phial after this one, and a few weaker things for pain left if you need them." "<<if $interest is 'healin'>>I have two smaller doses of my pain tonic in my bag too. <</if>>I think this should last me through the trip; I can still feel the lingering effects of the first phial," you explain. "Good," Oswin says. "Sorry you have to be awake for this dose.<<if $interest is 'healin'>> Don't tell Emre I said it, but yours tastes so much better.<</if>>" You shudder a bit. This anodyne isn't the worst medicine out there, but the concentrated version has a lingering bitterness.<<if $interest is 'healin'>> You add a little oil infused with lemongrass, sugar, a touch of blueberry juice to make it go down a little easier.<</if>> "No helping it, as long as it works." You work up your nerve and sling the tonic down, trying to swallow before it settles on your tongue. Wincing a bit as the taste floods your senses, you hand the phial back to Oswin who tucks it away as the demigod looks at you with pity. You turn to Duri with a slight wince. "Are you genuinely offering to carry me? If so…I think that might be the most comfortable option for me." Oswin's face twitches, but he stays quiet. $Dcapitalheshe raises an eyebrow. "Yeah. Why? You don't believe I can?" "It will take hours to get there…Won't that strain you?<<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>> Didn't you tell me earlier that you were tired?<<else>> Is this your way of bragging about your stamina?<</if>>" you ask. Duri gives you a lopsided smile. "Just because I've exhausted my magic doesn't mean I can tire so easily. Quite frankly, I believe it's something I should brag about, especially in such…//attractive// company." $Dcapitalheshe winks at you. [[Roll your eyes.|4.26a1a][$GentleAssertive to Math.clamp($GentleAssertive - 3, 0, 100)]] [[Smile as you shake your head.|4.26a1a][$GentleAssertive to Math.clamp($GentleAssertive + 3, 0, 100)]] $flirt_label [[Blush.|4.26a1b][$BoldflirtShyflirt to Math.clamp($BoldflirtShyflirt - 3, 0, 100)]] $flirt_label [[Wink back.|4.26a1c][$BoldflirtShyflirt to Math.clamp($BoldflirtShyflirt + 3, 0, 100)]]

<<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>You smile as you reach for the tin. "We'll split it like this, if that's okay."<<else>>"I think we're both capable of feeding ourselves, don't you?" you say as you reach for the tin.<</if>> "Of course," he replies. "Mind that your hands don't get too sticky." You shake your head as you break off part of the cake and hand the treat back to Nathan. "And you do the same." Nathan gently takes his half of the cake and brings it to his mouth with one hand poised to catch crumbs. You can't help but watch in curiosity as he takes a bite and then freezes. His hazel eyes go a bit wide and he looks at you as he begins to chew slowly. You're curious about his reaction until you hear him humming in approval. You have to smile at that as you nibble your own bit of cake. The merchant is right… "Oh, $mc…this is a delight," he says after swallowing. "Gods be damned, this must be better than your da's…" Nathan points a finger at you. "Don't tell him I said that." <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"It'll be our secret - for now," you say before downing the last bit of your cake.<<else>>"Oh? What's this? A bit of blackmail I can hold over you?" You smirk. "Be on your best behavior and maybe I'll keep your secret."<</if>> He chuckles, the sound deep and almost melodic. "One thing I have to spare is secrets, young Northbreaker. You keep this one of mine and I'll keep yours." He winks. You wrinkle your brow. "And what secret is that?" Nathan feigns exasperation, placing the back of one hand to his forehead. "Why, using baked treats to beguile a poor innocent merchant into the palm of your hand." [[''I'd never do such a thing to you.''|3.77ab3a1][$SeriousPlayful to Math.clamp($SeriousPlayful + 3, 0, 100)]] [[''How is it my fault that you're so easy?''|3.77ab3a2][$SeriousPlayful to Math.clamp($SeriousPlayful - 3, 0, 100)]] $flirt_label [[''I'm certain you were in my hands long before now…''|3.77ab3a3][$BoldflirtShyflirt to Math.clamp($BoldflirtShyflirt + 4, 0, 100)]] $flirt_label [[You blush at the insinuation.|3.77ab3a4][$BoldflirtShyflirt to Math.clamp($BoldflirtShyflirt - 4, 0, 100)]]

<<set $merchantopinion +=4>> Shadow skitters away as Nathan sits up on his knees and leans close to where you sit. <<if $height is 'verytall'>>Despite your height, he still hovers over you slightly in this position.<<elseif $height is 'tall'>>For once, he looms over you instead of meeting your eye.<<elseif $height is 'average'>>He looms over you.<<else>>He towers over you even more than normal.<</if>> "In the southern province, it's common to see people feed each other as an //affectionate// gesture. Perhaps you'd like a demonstration?" <<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>You look up into his eyes and swallow hard. You //do// want this 'demonstration,' but can't readily voice it. Your face feels like fire, and you can't tell if it's flirtation in general or the fact that this man is still largely a mystery to you.<<else>>Oh, you would indeed. You lean forward, tilting your head up to meet his sultry gaze. Your heart thumps in your chest, and you can't tell if it's flirtation in general or the fact that this man is still largely a mystery to you.<</if>> There's something sensual about that in and of itself - knowing each other just enough, but not //too// much; it's a line made to be crossed. Perhaps some of the enticement is how much older he is than you. He's handsome already, in a way that is somehow both rugged and refined, but there's an unusual allure to Nathanael that is hard to place. You're not completely sure if it's a good thing or not. "Go on now," he says. "Pick up the other bit." You notice then that he has broken off a bit of cake for you. As you murmur a quick apology, you grab a morsel for him as well. Nathan smirks at you. "It's only fair that you get the first taste…and you know, now that I think on it, the honey syrup is probably the best part, right?" He sets the piece of cake back in the tin and runs two fingers along the honey that coats it. His eyes narrow. "This is the taste you really want, $mc…" Your eyes widen and your mouth drops as he presses the fingers towards your lips. You take them in, eagerly, the sweet ting of honey blooming in your senses. His fingers are long and slender, igniting a fire in your loins as they press in and down upon your tongue. You tighten your lips around them, and lift your eyes to his. He groans with delight. "Very good, $mc. Make sure you get it all - wouldn't want to leave me a sticky mess…" You mumble a muffled reply as you suck on his fingers, keeping your eyes on his. Like this, he doesn't look like his normal gentle and slightly silly self. The sensuality between you is palpable. Maybe you should have flirted with him more often…<<if hasVisited("He's a handsome man and fun, perhaps he'd share your bed tonight...")>>You've already invited him to bed once before, and now you find yourself wanting to ask again.<</if>> <<if hasVisited("3.64c2a")>>You even admitted to trying to seduce him, perhaps this is his comeuppance to tease you further. <</if>><<if hasVisited("3.64c2b")>>He was clearly on to you earlier at the bath. Perhaps this is his comeuppance to tease you further.<</if>> Nathan withdraws his fingers a moment later, and their absence almost makes you whine, until you remember that he is owed his treat as well. Gingerly, you bring the treat to his lips. His eyes do not leave yours as he takes the bite of cake from you and moans in delight, seizing your wrist before you can pull away. You can only watch him. "Divine, $mc. Like a taste of home…" He grins at you, still holding your wrist as he seems to think. You feel like you're being pulled along in his flow. "I wonder…if it tastes as delightful as you?" <<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>What did he just say? Did you hear him right? You can only ponder as your hand is being drawn towards his mouth. Your heart rate quickens.<<else>>It's a fair question, you think. It would be rude to not allow him to sample everything, right? Without missing a beat, you push your fingers towards his lips, his grip loosening a bit as you do.<</if>> He takes your fingers in much in the same way you did for him, only he controls your wrist in his gentle hold. He sucks your fingers and you feel his hot tongue flip around and in between them. As he tightens his lips around them, you shudder with delight at the sensation. He withdraws them with an audible pop before simply holding your hand up as he licks up and down your fingers. Once he is satisfied, he releases you. "So," you start. "Your thoughts?" "I may need more samples to make a fair assessment…" He smiles and then laughs as he settles back into his seat. "You and your da have more in common than I once thought…" "//What//?" Your eyes bug. He looks at you with a serious face. "Why, he serves cake in much the same way as you." Nathan holds your eye without flinching for a moment before his lips twitch as he fights a smile. <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"Don't even joke about such things! I had ought to tell Papa what you just implied about his beloved husband."<<else>>"We'll see if you are ever granted a Northbreaker honey cake ever again since you think you're so funny."<</if>> Nathan waves his arms in surrender. "Now, now, I implore you to not be too hasty. I sincerely apologize. My tongue gets away from me at times - as you experienced earlier. Really, $mc…this has been a delight. Gods be damned, your cake is truly better than your da's…" Nathan points a finger at you. "Don't tell him I said that." <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"It'll be our secret - for now," you say before taking another bite of cake for yourself. "But, you're on thin ice as it is."<<else>>"Oh? What's this? Yet another bit of blackmail I can hold over you?" You smirk. "Be on your best behavior and maybe I'll keep your secret."<</if>> He chuckles, the sound deep and almost melodic. "One thing I have to spare is secrets, young Northbreaker. You keep one or two of mine, and I'll keep yours." He winks. You wrinkle your brow. "And what secret of mine is that?" Nathan feigns exasperation, placing the back of one hand to his forehead. "Why, using baked treats to beguile a poor innocent merchant into the palm of your hand." [[''I'd never do such a thing to you.''|3.77ab3a1][$SeriousPlayful to Math.clamp($SeriousPlayful + 3, 0, 100)]] [[''How is it my fault that you're so easy?''|3.77ab3a2][$SeriousPlayful to Math.clamp($SeriousPlayful - 3, 0, 100)]] $flirt_label [[''I'm certain you were in my hands long before now…''|3.77ab3a3][$BoldflirtShyflirt to Math.clamp($BoldflirtShyflirt + 4, 0, 100)]] $flirt_label [[You blush at the insinuation.|3.77ab3a4][$BoldflirtShyflirt to Math.clamp($BoldflirtShyflirt - 4, 0, 100)]]

Nathan chokes as laughter suddenly bubbles up from his throat. "My, you are a scamp sometimes. I quite like that about you, though.<<if hasVisited("3.64c2d")>> First you tease me about my age, and now this…<</if>> I will have you know that I am anything but //easy// as you call it. I'm rather particular. Perhaps you're just an exception?" He narrows his eyes at you, but the way he holds his lips in a faux pout, tells you he's feigning offense. You chuckle. "I suppose it's wrong of me to victim-blame anyway. Shame on me." You gently smack the top of your hand with the other. The merchant gives you a crooked smile. "You reminded me of your da just now," he says. "Both your fathers are good men, but I'm fond of your da even for how short our interactions have been. There's something both beautiful and a little wistful about one who expresses feelings with the guise of humor…I've crossed paths with many hearts in my time, but none so quite as deep as his. I feel that your heart beats with the same rhythm." You're a bit taken aback by that. "You really think so?" He nods. "At least in this moment. You can always make different choices later, of course, be like someone else for a time…. There's beauty in that too, one that calls to me." He's quiet, looking thoughtful for a moment before adding, "<<if $ReservedOutgoing > 49>>Though, you are blessedly more shy than he, I think that just speaks to your superior wisdom.<<else>>I'd have never imagined someone could match his boldness, even his own child. You're a beacon.<</if>>" You sit with the merchant for a while longer and chat about a little bit of everything and a lot of nothing. It's nice. It's easy. You simply enjoy his company. [[You continue your day.|3.63]]

<<set $merchantopinion +=3>> A delighted smile lights up the merchant's face. He leans forward, his eyes narrowing. Oddly, despite his normal friendly and cheerful expressions, Nathan appears almost menacing. "Are you so sure that it is really //I// in //your// hands? How sure is your grip, Northbreaker?" His ringed hand lifts so he can trace your jaw with the backs of his fingers. "Perhaps I only allow you to hold me until I can snatch you away for myself?" Your mouth drops open. That was unexpected, and your mind goes through responses so quickly that you can't manage to pick one. Nathanael chortles, the seriousness in his face falling away so fast it is like it was never there. "Oh, the look on your face…that was delightful. Let this be a lesson in flirting with trouble." You scoff. "You? Trouble? <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>I believe I overheard you telling Shadow earlier how soft '//his cute little tummy//' is…<<else>>I once watched you apologize to a //chair// that you knocked over by accident…<</if>> Trouble isn't the first word that comes to mind when I think of you." He covers his face with his hands. "I did not realize anyone witnessed that. Just let me have this moment, will you? I was really proud of that line." He's practically pouting at you… <<if hasVisited("3.64c2a")>>"You told me earlier during my bath that you'd need to think on it - I'm giving you more to think about. If this is a little game we play, you'll find that I'm quite good at it." He chuckles weakly. "Better than I gave you credit for, I have to admit. It's been a long time since I've enjoyed being so…//playful// with someone."<</if>> "If it's any consolation, you did look sort of sinister-but-sexy for a moment - but only a moment," you tell him. He deadpans. "That truly heals my wounded pride - but only for a moment…" You both break out into laughter. You sit with the merchant for a while longer and chat about a little bit of everything, flirting on occasion. It's nice. It's easy. You simply enjoy his company. [[You continue your day.|3.63]]

<<set $merchantopinion +=3>> A delighted smile lights up the merchant's face. He leans forward, his eyes narrowing. Oddly, despite his normal friendly and cheerful expressions, Nathan appears almost menacing. "What's this? Do I spy some extra color on your cheeks?" You look away, feeling the heat in question upon your face. "Oh, it is.<<if hasVisited("3.64c2b")>> Just like when you were in the bath earlier. How cute.<</if>> I find it sweet when you're shy, my dear. I've no idea what I've done to deserve such bashful attention from you, but it warms me…almost as much as it seems to warm you." You clear your throat. "I think you may just be making assumptions." "Oh, oh yes. You're quite right. Maybe I am reading this all wrong. But anyway, //if// you were finding yourself flustered over me, know that it pleases me so. Even if it's just a game we play, I enjoy it." You nod. "I guess…I do as well, if I'm honest." "Wonderful. I'll try not to torment you further, even if it is tempting." You both smile at one another, an unspoken warmth of understanding between you. You sit with the merchant for a while longer and chat about a little bit of everything, flirting subtly on occasion. It's nice. It's easy. You simply enjoy his company. [[You continue your day.|3.63]]

Nathanael chuckles, tilting his head as he smiles at you. "That I know to be true, dear one. I merely jest. I'd never imply that you'd seriously take advantage of me. Would I let you?" He pretends to give thought. "Absolutely." You shake your head. "You reminded me of your papa just now," he says then. "He's a good man. One of the best I've known, though he hasn't spoken at length with me, but I get feelings for people, you know. I've crossed paths with many hearts in my time, but none so quite as big as his. I feel that yours beats with the same rhythm." You're a bit taken aback by that. "You really think so?" He nods. "At least in this moment. You can always make different choices later, of course, be like someone else for a time…. There's beauty in that too, one that calls to me." He's quiet, looking thoughtful for a moment before adding, "<<if $height is 'verytall'>>If nothing else, you've got the height for it. You may have been adopted, but you're still blessed with Dov's stature.<<elseif $height is 'tall'>>If nothing else, you've nearly got the height for it. You may have been adopted, but that hasn't stopped you from growing up like Dov.<<elseif $height is 'average'>>Even if you don't have quite the height for it, you can still be like Dov on the inside.<<else>>You're like the mini version of Dov - a very cute, very…compact version, but one just as warm.<</if>>" You sit with the merchant for a while longer and chat about a little bit of everything and a lot of nothing. It's nice. It's easy. You simply enjoy his company. [[You continue your day.|3.63]]

<<if $Oride4 is true>> With you situated finally, everyone sets off with Duri leading the mounts back to the road. You're immediately lanced with pain. The transfer of motion is inevitable, and you are clearly injured more beyond just your shoulder. The muscles along your hips and abdomen are severely strained, and you are trying very hard not to focus on your ribs. You feel the roughness of the terrain in every part of your chest. "I'm sorry, $mc," Oswin murmurs. You grit your teeth. "<<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>It's…it's not so bad. I can make it.<<else>>It's painful…but I can endure it.<</if>>" "The anodyne will kick in soon, I promise." Your breath is taken away as Flit navigates up a sudden incline. Duri calls out from the front of the pack. "Brace yourself, $mc, the road is ahead but there's a steep downward slope after this!" Your heart races in anticipation of the pain. You feel the shift as the horse makes the descent and cry out involuntarily. Flit's ears turn to listen and she slows her pace. You hear $mountname whinny at you, sounding alarmed as Zahn tries to soothe <<if $mount is 'chessy'>>her<<elseif $mount is 'eb'>>him<<elseif $mount is 'bay'>>him<<elseif $mount is 'mule'>>her<</if>>. "$mc," Oswin says your name gently. "$mc, you can lean back on me. It may not be much better, but I'll try to keep you steady." You gasp as agony ripples up your spine. [[Lean back on Oswin.|4.27aa]] [[Lean forward to try and ease the strain.|4.27ab]] <</if>> <<if $Zride4 is true>> With you situated finally, everyone sets off with Duri leading the mounts back to the road. You're immediately lanced with pain. The transfer of motion is inevitable, and you are clearly injured more beyond just your shoulder. The muscles along your hips and abdomen are severely strained, and you are trying very hard not to focus on your ribs. You feel the roughness of the terrain in every part of your chest. "It'll be okay, $mc," Zahn encourages. "It's hard right now, but it'll be over tonight and we'll have a good healer treat you and you can just rest. Just hold on for now." You grit your teeth. "<<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>It's…it's not so bad. I can make it.<<else>>It's painful…but I can endure it.<</if>>" "Your medicine will help soon." Your breath is taken away as $mountname navigates up a sudden incline. Duri calls out from the front of the pack. "Brace yourself, $mc, the road is ahead but there's a steep downward slope after this!" Your heart races in anticipation of the pain. You feel the shift as your <<if $mount is 'mule'>>mule<<else>>horse<</if>> makes the descent and cry out involuntarily. $mountname's ears turn to listen and <<if $mount is 'chessy'>>she<<elseif $mount is 'eb'>>he<<elseif $mount is 'bay'>>he<<elseif $mount is 'mule'>>she<</if>> slows the pace as <<if $mount is 'mule'>>mule<<else>>horse<</if>> makes the descent and cry out involuntarily. $mountname's ears turn to listen and <<if $mount is 'chessy'>>she<<elseif $mount is 'eb'>>he<<elseif $mount is 'bay'>>he<<elseif $mount is 'mule'>>she<</if>> nickers at you softly, sounding distressed. "$mc," Zahn says your name gently. "$mc, you can lean back on me. It may not be much better, but I'll comfort you." You gasp as agony ripples up your spine. [[Lean back on Zahn.|4.27aa]] [[Lean forward to try and ease the strain.|4.27ab]] <</if>> <<if $Dride4 is true>> It is clear that the demigod is very pleased that you chose $Dhimher. Duri waits, watching you closely while the others mount up. Once they signal that they are ready, $Dheshe reaches for you. Duri bends and positions $Dhisher hands at the back of your knees and mid-back. "This will probably be the worst part. I won't jerk you up, but I'll move quick." "Okay." Before you can blink, you're whisked up in a fluid motion. You feel discomfort at the motion, but the hardest part is your weight settling differently in the strong arms that now hold you. //Very strong// arms. You can't help the look of surprise on your face. Your face, which is now very close to a smiling, shapeshifting, demigod's. It was so incredibly easy for $Dhimher to pick you up. Duri isn't even breathing differently, and you slot well into $Dhisher arms. $Dcapitalheshe is so warm. It's as if $Dheshe exudes the same heat as when $Dheshe was in the form of the wolf. You won't miss your cloak, that's for certain. "Just let me know if you need something, $mc," Duri says softly. "I'll keep you as comfortable as I can. If this position doesn't work for you, there are many others we can try." Oswin clears his throat from behind you. You nod, and Duri sets out, taking the lead to guide everyone back to the road. "Once we get to the road, you can switch to my back," Duri continues, this time looking slightly less flirtatious. "The route to it is bumpy. With you in my arms like this, I can absorb the impact easier. As an added bonus, you can get a really //good// look at me." You get a winning smile, complete with snaggletooth. <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"Good to know," you reply.<<else>>"Lucky me," you quip.<</if>> Duri's voice goes quiet. "Seriously though…tell me if you hurt or if I move you in a bad way. You can rest your head on my shoulder if you want - try to sleep or something if you can." [[Rest your head on Duri's shoulder.|4.27aa]] [[Stay where you are.|4.27ab]] <</if>>

<<set $Dflirt +=2>> <<set $Dshy +=2>> <<if $Oride4 is true>> With you situated finally, everyone sets off with Duri leading the mounts back to the road. You're immediately lanced with pain. The transfer of motion is inevitable, and you are clearly injured more beyond just your shoulder. The muscles along your hips and abdomen are severely strained, and you are trying very hard not to focus on your ribs. You feel the roughness of the terrain in every part of your chest. "I'm sorry, $mc," Oswin murmurs. You grit your teeth. "<<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>It's…it's not so bad. I can make it.<<else>>It's painful…but I can endure it.<</if>>" "The anodyne will kick in soon, I promise." Your breath is taken away as Flit navigates up a sudden incline. Duri calls out from the front of the pack. "Brace yourself, $mc, the road is ahead but there's a steep downward slope after this!" Your heart races in anticipation of the pain. You feel the shift as the horse makes the descent and cry out involuntarily. Flit's ears turn to listen and she slows her pace. You hear $mountname whinny at you, sounding alarmed as Zahn tries to soothe <<if $mount is 'chessy'>>her<<elseif $mount is 'eb'>>him<<elseif $mount is 'bay'>>him<<elseif $mount is 'mule'>>her<</if>>. "$mc," Oswin says your name gently. "$mc, you can lean back on me. It may not be much better, but I'll try to keep you steady." You gasp as agony ripples up your spine. [[Lean back on Oswin.|4.27aa]] [[Lean forward to try and ease the strain.|4.27ab]] <</if>> <<if $Zride4 is true>> With you situated finally, everyone sets off with Duri leading the mounts back to the road. You're immediately lanced with pain. The transfer of motion is inevitable, and you are clearly injured more beyond just your shoulder. The muscles along your hips and abdomen are severely strained, and you are trying very hard not to focus on your ribs. You feel the roughness of the terrain in every part of your chest. "It'll be okay, $mc," Zahn encourages. "It's hard right now, but it'll be over tonight and we'll have a good healer treat you and you can just rest. Just hold on for now." You grit your teeth. "<<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>It's…it's not so bad. I can make it.<<else>>It's painful…but I can endure it.<</if>>" "Your medicine will help soon." Your breath is taken away as $mountname navigates up a sudden incline. Duri calls out from the front of the pack. "Brace yourself, $mc, the road is ahead but there's a steep downward slope after this!" Your heart races in anticipation of the pain. You feel the shift as your <<if $mount is 'mule'>>mule<<else>>horse<</if>> makes the descent and cry out involuntarily. $mountname's ears turn to listen and <<if $mount is 'chessy'>>she<<elseif $mount is 'eb'>>he<<elseif $mount is 'bay'>>he<<elseif $mount is 'mule'>>she<</if>> slows the pace as <<if $mount is 'mule'>>mule<<else>>horse<</if>> makes the descent and cry out involuntarily. $mountname's ears turn to listen and <<if $mount is 'chessy'>>she<<elseif $mount is 'eb'>>he<<elseif $mount is 'bay'>>he<<elseif $mount is 'mule'>>she<</if>> nickers at you softly, sounding distressed. "$mc," Zahn says your name gently. "$mc, you can lean back on me. It may not be much better, but I'll comfort you." You gasp as agony ripples up your spine. [[Lean back on Zahn.|4.27aa]] [[Lean forward to try and ease the strain.|4.27ab]] <</if>> <<if $Dride4 is true>> It is clear that the demigod is very pleased that you chose $Dhimher. Duri waits, watching you closely while the others mount up. Once they signal that they are ready, $Dheshe reaches for you. Duri bends and positions $Dhisher hands at the back of your knees and mid-back. "This will probably be the worst part. I won't jerk you up, but I'll move quick." "Okay." Before you can blink, you're whisked up in a fluid motion. You feel discomfort at the motion, but the hardest part is your weight settling differently in the strong arms that now hold you. //Very strong// arms. You can't help the look of surprise on your face. Your face, which is now very close to a smiling, shapeshifting, demigod's. It was so incredibly easy for $Dhimher to pick you up. Duri isn't even breathing differently, and you slot well into $Dhisher arms. $Dcapitalheshe is so warm. It's as if $Dheshe exudes the same heat as when $Dheshe was in the form of the wolf. You won't miss your cloak, that's for certain. "Just let me know if you need something, $mc," Duri says softly. "I'll keep you as comfortable as I can. If this position doesn't work for you, there are many others we can try." Oswin clears his throat from behind you. You nod, and Duri sets out, taking the lead to guide everyone back to the road. "Once we get to the road, you can switch to my back," Duri continues, this time looking slightly less flirtatious. "The route to it is bumpy. With you in my arms like this, I can absorb the impact easier. As an added bonus, you can get a really //good// look at me." You get a winning smile, complete with snaggletooth. <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"Good to know," you reply.<<else>>"Lucky me," you quip.<</if>> Duri's voice goes quiet. "Seriously though…tell me if you hurt or if I move you in a bad way. You can rest your head on my shoulder if you want - try to sleep or something if you can." [[Rest your head on Duri's shoulder.|4.27aa]] [[Stay where you are.|4.27ab]] <</if>>

<<set $Dflirt +=2>> <<set $Dbold +=2>> <<if $Oride4 is true>>With you situated finally, everyone sets off with Duri leading the mounts back to the road. You're immediately lanced with pain. The transfer of motion is inevitable, and you are clearly injured more beyond just your shoulder. The muscles along your hips and abdomen are severely strained, and you are trying very hard not to focus on your ribs. You feel the roughness of the terrain in every part of your chest. "I'm sorry, $mc," Oswin murmurs. You grit your teeth. "<<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>It's…it's not so bad. I can make it.<<else>>It's painful…but I can endure it.<</if>>" "The anodyne will kick in soon, I promise." Your breath is taken away as Flit navigates up a sudden incline. Duri calls out from the front of the pack. "Brace yourself, $mc, the road is ahead but there's a steep downward slope after this!" Your heart races in anticipation of the pain. You feel the shift as the horse makes the descent and cry out involuntarily. Flit's ears turn to listen and she slows her pace. You hear $mountname whinny at you, sounding alarmed as Zahn tries to soothe <<if $mount is 'chessy'>>her<<elseif $mount is 'eb'>>him<<elseif $mount is 'bay'>>him<<elseif $mount is 'mule'>>her<</if>>. "$mc," Oswin says your name gently. "$mc, you can lean back on me. It may not be much better, but I'll try to keep you steady." You gasp as agony ripples up your spine. [[Lean back on Oswin.|4.27aa]] [[Lean forward to try and ease the strain.|4.27ab]] <</if>><<if $Zride4 is true>>With you situated finally, everyone sets off with Duri leading the mounts back to the road. You're immediately lanced with pain. The transfer of motion is inevitable, and you are clearly injured more beyond just your shoulder. The muscles along your hips and abdomen are severely strained, and you are trying very hard not to focus on your ribs. You feel the roughness of the terrain in every part of your chest. "It'll be okay, $mc," Zahn encourages. "It's hard right now, but it'll be over tonight and we'll have a good healer treat you and you can just rest. Just hold on for now." You grit your teeth. "<<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>It's…it's not so bad. I can make it.<<else>>It's painful…but I can endure it.<</if>>" "Your medicine will help soon." Your breath is taken away as $mountname navigates up a sudden incline. Duri calls out from the front of the pack. "Brace yourself, $mc, the road is ahead but there's a steep downward slope after this!" Your heart races in anticipation of the pain. You feel the shift as your <<if $mount is 'mule'>>mule<<else>>horse<</if>> makes the descent and cry out involuntarily. $mountname's ears turn to listen and <<if $mount is 'chessy'>>she<<elseif $mount is 'eb'>>he<<elseif $mount is 'bay'>>he<<elseif $mount is 'mule'>>she<</if>> slows the pace as <<if $mount is 'mule'>>mule<<else>>horse<</if>> makes the descent and cry out involuntarily. $mountname's ears turn to listen and <<if $mount is 'chessy'>>she<<elseif $mount is 'eb'>>he<<elseif $mount is 'bay'>>he<<elseif $mount is 'mule'>>she<</if>> nickers at you softly, sounding distressed. "$mc," Zahn says your name gently. "$mc, you can lean back on me. It may not be much better, but I'll comfort you." You gasp as agony ripples up your spine. [[Lean back on Zahn.|4.27aa]] [[Lean forward to try and ease the strain.|4.27ab]] <</if>><<if $Dride4 is true>>It is clear that the demigod is very pleased that you chose $Dhimher. Duri waits, watching you closely while the others mount up. Once they signal that they are ready, $Dheshe reaches for you. Duri bends and positions $Dhisher hands at the back of your knees and mid-back. "This will probably be the worst part. I won't jerk you up, but I'll move quick." "Okay." Before you can blink, you're whisked up in a fluid motion. You feel discomfort at the motion, but the hardest part is your weight settling differently in the strong arms that now hold you. //Very strong// arms. You can't help the look of surprise on your face. Your face, which is now very close to a smiling, shapeshifting, demigod's. It was so incredibly easy for $Dhimher to pick you up. Duri isn't even breathing differently, and you slot well into $Dhisher arms. $Dcapitalheshe is so warm. It's as if $Dheshe exudes the same heat as when $Dheshe was in the form of the wolf. You won't miss your cloak, that's for certain. "Just let me know if you need something, $mc," Duri says softly. "I'll keep you as comfortable as I can. If this position doesn't work for you, there are many others we can try." Oswin clears his throat from behind you. You nod, and Duri sets out, taking the lead to guide everyone back to the road. "Once we get to the road, you can switch to my back," Duri continues, this time looking slightly less flirtatious. "The route to it is bumpy. With you in my arms like this, I can absorb the impact easier. As an added bonus, you can get a really //good// look at me." You get a winning smile, complete with snaggletooth. <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"Good to know," you reply.<<else>>"Lucky me," you quip.<</if>> Duri's voice goes quiet. "Seriously though…tell me if you hurt or if I move you in a bad way. You can rest your head on my shoulder if you want - try to sleep or something if you can." [[Rest your head on Duri's shoulder.|4.27aa]] [[Stay where you are.|4.27ab]] <</if>>

<<if $Oride4 is true>> Squeezing your eyes shut and gnashing your teeth, you lean back into Oswin. He supports you with ease, and your entire back slots perfectly into his firm torso. <<if $height is 'verytall'>>The difference in your heights doesn't hamper your comfort as your neck is supported by his left shoulder.<<elseif $height is 'tall'>>Your head rests easily on his left shoulder.<<elseif $height is 'average'>>Your head rests easily against the left side of his chest.<<else>>Your head rests easily over his heart.<</if>> You restrain yourself from groaning in pain while Flit navigates the steep hill that leads to the road. Oswin gently supports you, laying his right arm along your own. "Almost there, $mc, it's okay. Just another moment." The soft ground gives way a bit and the horse slides, her body jostling to correct her balance. You call out in sudden anguish, clawing at Oswin with your good hand and pressing deeper into his body. <<if $height is 'verytall'>>Oswin affectionately nuzzles against the side of your head.<<elseif $height is 'tall'>>Oswin affectionately nuzzles into the crook of your neck.<<elseif $height is 'average'>>Oswin affectionately nuzzles the top of your head.<<else>>Oswin affectionately traces your jaw with his left hand as his right steadies your clawing hand.<</if>> With a strained voice, he tries to soothe you. "You're doing great. Stay with me. You can do this." You unclench as the motion subsides, gradually trying to relax. A subtle tingling is bubbling up from your gut into your arms and legs, and you know that the anodyne is beginning to take effect. Focusing on Oswin's warm presence, you simply try to breathe and relax, keeping your eyes closed. <<if $Ostat2 is 'friends'>>The warmth and support of such a friend makes you a little more hopeful.<<elseif $Ostat2 is 'romantic'>>The warmth and support of such an important person in your life makes you a little more hopeful. Your heart beats a bit faster, but not because of the pain.<<elseif $Ostat2 is 'distant'>>Despite everything, Oswin's warmth towards you is the comfort you've been needing.<<elseif $Ostat2 is 'neutral'>>Despite everything, Oswin's warmth towards you is the comfort you've been needing.<</if>> As Flit's hooves hit the proper road, you feel the shift as her body levels out on flatter ground. You sigh with relief. Exhaustion is deep in your bones. Oswin offers you his water skin, holding it for you as you drink your fill. You drink, even though you do not feel like it. You know you must be hungry as well as dehydrated, but you've no motivation to meet those needs right now and must force yourself to drink. You stay reclined on Oswin, keeping your eyes shut and focusing on the sound of wind in the trees and chirps of birds winding down for the day. The air is getting cooler and you know that night will approach soon. Sleep is pulling you down easily. You hear Oswin humming a tune, the sound is deep with a hint of melancholy. <<if $hobby is 'singing'>>...It's one of your songs.<</if>> <</if>> <<if $Zride4 is true>> You lean back and Zahn embraces you gently. You hold your eyes shut tightly and grind your teeth together as you ride out the pain. <<if $height is 'verytall'>>Though Zahn is shorter than you, $Zheshe still holds you with relative ease, leaning back a bit to accommodate your stature.<<elseif $height is 'tall'>>Though Zahn is shorter than you, $Zheshe still holds you with relative ease.<<elseif $height is 'average'>>Your head rests easily against Zahn's left shoulder.<<else>>Your head rests easily over Zahn's heart.<</if>> You restrain yourself from groaning in pain while $mountname navigates the steep hill that leads to the road. Zahn reaches up and strokes your hair. "I've got you, $mc. I'm gonna make sure you get through this. You'll smile again before you know it, I promise." The soft ground gives way a bit and your <<if $mount is 'mule'>>mule<<else>>horse<</if>> slides, <<if $mount is 'chessy'>>her<<elseif $mount is 'eb'>>his<<elseif $mount is 'bay'>>his<<elseif $mount is 'mule'>>her<</if>> body jostling to correct <<if $mount is 'chessy'>>her<<elseif $mount is 'eb'>>his<<elseif $mount is 'bay'>>his<<elseif $mount is 'mule'>>her<</if>> balance. You call out in sudden anguish, clawing at Zahn with your good hand and pressing deeper into $Zhisher body. Zahn holds the side of your head against $Zhisher body while gently supporting your waist. A weak tingle of magic runs through you, it feels like a snapped thread against a tight seam, but it alleviates the upper edge of the pain to hold you together. "I'm so sorry, $mc. Please hold on, you're going to get through this, the road is right ahead." Zahn's voice quivers as $Zheshe speaks. You unclench as the motion subsides, gradually trying to relax. A subtle tingling is bubbling up from your gut into your arms and legs, and you know that the anodyne is beginning to take effect. Focusing on Zahn's warm presence, you simply try to breathe and relax, keeping your eyes closed. <<if $Zstat is 'neutral'>>Zahn's encouragement and comfort is an unexpected warmth right now. Without it, you're not sure if you'd be able to keep it together.<<elseif $Zstat is 'friends'>>Zahn is such a good friend. $Zhisher encouragement and comfort is the light you need to get through this. Without it, you're not sure if you'd be able to keep it together.<<elseif $Zstat is 'romantic'>>Zahn is such a wonderful person, and despite being lance with pain, your heart swells at $Zhisher care. Zahn's encouragement and comfort is the light you need to get through this. Without it, you're not sure if you'd be able to keep it together.<<elseif $Zstat is 'physical'>>Zahn is such a good friend. $Zhisher encouragement and comfort is the light you need to get through this. Without it, you're not sure if you'd be able to keep it together.<<elseif $Zstat is 'sus'>>You rode with Zahn despite your suspicions of $Zhimher. Perhaps you are testing the boundary of trust between you, or perhaps…your suspicions just weren't as founded as you first thought. Either way, Zahn's encouragement and comfort is an unexpected warmth. Without it, you're not sure if you'd be able to keep it together.<</if>> As $mountname's hooves hit the proper road, you feel the shift as <<if $mount is 'chessy'>>her<<elseif $mount is 'eb'>>his<<elseif $mount is 'bay'>>his<<elseif $mount is 'mule'>>her<</if>> body levels out on flatter ground. You sigh with relief. Exhaustion is deep in your bones. Zahn offers you $Zhisher water skin, holding it for you as you drink your fill. You drink, even though you do not feel like it. You know you must be hungry as well as dehydrated, but you've no motivation to meet those needs right now and must force yourself to drink. You stay reclined on Zahn, keeping your eyes shut and focusing on the sound of wind in the trees and chirps of birds winding down for the day. The air is getting cooler and you know that night will approach soon. Sleep is pulling you down easily. You hear Zahn humming that same tune $Zheshe often sings, the sound is like...water, cool and soothing. <</if>> <<if $Dride4 is true>> Taking Duri up on $Dhisher offer, you rest your head upon $Dhisher shoulder and try to relax. Duri's arms cradle you easily. It's like you weigh nothing. <<if $height is 'verytall'>>Though you are taller, $Dheshe handles you as if you were of delicate stature.<<elseif $height is 'tall'>>Though you are a little bit taller, $Dheshe handles you as if you were of delicate stature.<<else>>You feel even smaller in $Dhisher arms, cocooned and protected.<</if>> The strength is a marvel, and not something you recall hearing or reading about with gods. You've mostly only ever heard about their magic or wisdom. "Don't become too smitten with me now, at least wait until you are healed up. The path ahead might be a little bit rough, and I don't want that to sully how you feel about me," Duri says with eyes only on the way forward, but $Dhisher mouth is held in a smug grin. <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"Is your head always this huge? Perhaps you are the one in need of a healer." You smile back.<<else>>"What a shame you had to speak, I almost found you cute there for a moment. Alas, the moment has passed." You smile back.<</if>> Duri's smile grows, and you can tell $Dheshe is trying hard not to laugh and cause you to jostle about. "Ooh, but I //really// like that tongue of yours. <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>You call it as you see it.<<else>>I like prey that bites back.<</if>> Just don't hate me during this next part…" Your smile vanishes. "Next part?" You're alarmed for a moment. You're in the arms of a demigod, well ahead of your companions and are currently too weak to do much about it if Duri had a sudden change of heart. "There's a steep hill to the road. I can steady you, but it's not possible for me to keep you from feeling all of it, sweet lamb…" You're not sure how to feel about the frequent references to sheep $Dheshe likes to apply to you. Historically, they've never melded well with wolves. "It can't be helped," you reply. "No matter what I chose, this was going to hurt." "Very true. Now, hold onto me as tight as you like - you won't hurt me. Bite me even, if you find it helps." "//Bite// you?" "You heard me." Duri looks at you, the deep golden hues of $Dhisher eyes melding into the sweet brown shade. "Sometimes it helps to bear down on something." $Dcapitalheshe smiles as $Dheshe takes the first step down the hill. You gasp as the motion transfers to your frame. You cling to Duri, squeezing your eyes shut as you clutch $Dhisher robes in your fist. $Dcapitalheshe holds you a bit away from $Dhisher torso so you don't experience the full force of the motion. You bury your face in the crook of Duri's neck, gasping with each step. "Halfway there, little <<if $mark is 'tree'>>sapling.<<elseif $mark is 'sun'>>sunbeam.<<elseif $mark is 'storm'>>rain-cloud.<<elseif $mark is 'plants'>>bramble.<<elseif $mark is 'night'>>moonbeam.<<elseif $mark is 'mountain'>>stone.<</if>> The road ahead is much easier." You don't respond as you catch your breath. You can hear $mountname behind you nickering, and you feel that your faithful steed senses your distress. You sense the change in terrain as soon as Duri's feet hit the road. An involuntary sign escapes your lips as your muscles relax. "You did beautifully, $mc. You've endured a great deal." Duri's voice is soft. "Next time I leave you breathless, I hope it will be under more pleasant circumstances." <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"You are something else." You shake your head.<<else>>"What, do you want to go for a run or something?" You grin.<</if>> Duri chuckles. "Before we continue, let's get you on my back. The path is pretty level from here, you shouldn't feel me jostling you too much, and I bet you could even sleep." You agree and make the shift while the others wait. Duri lifts you easily again, supporting you with hands under your thighs. You wrap your good arm around $Dhisher shoulder and brace the other between you. As you settle, you feel the tingle of the anodyne running through your arms and legs as it takes hold. You relax against the warmth of Duri's back, keeping your eyes shut and focusing on the sound of wind in the trees and chirps of birds winding down for the day. The air is getting cooler and you know that night will approach soon. Sleep is pulling you down easily. You hear Duri mumbling something, maybe a poem, but you can't quite make out the words, but the soft and steady cadence of $Dhisher voice lulls you. <</if>> [[Once again, you can rest until the next chapter of your journey begins.|A5 codrin direct]]

<<if $Oride4 is true>>Squeezing your eyes shut and gnashing your teeth, you lean up on the saddle, supporting yourself on your right hand until you hit a balance of pressure. The relief you feel is surprising as you take the strain off your back and damaged ribs. Though you must restrain yourself from groaning in pain while Flit navigates the steep hill that leads to the road. Oswin gently speaks to you. "Almost there, $mc, it's okay. Just another moment." The soft ground gives way a bit, and the horse slides, her body jostling to correct her balance. You call out in sudden anguish, clawing at the saddle with your good hand and pressing deeper forward to find relief. With a strained voice, Oswin continues to try to soothe you. "You're doing great. Stay with me. You can do this." You unclench as the motion subsides, gradually trying to relax. A subtle tingling is bubbling up from your gut into your arms and legs, and you know that the anodyne is beginning to take effect. Focusing on Oswin's presence, you simply try to breathe and relax, keeping your eyes closed. <<if $Ostat2 is 'friends'>>The support of such a friend makes you a little more hopeful.<<elseif $Ostat2 is 'romantic'>>The support of such an important person in your life makes you a little more hopeful. Your heart beats a bit faster, but not because of the pain.<<elseif $Ostat2 is 'distant'>>Despite everything, Oswin's encouragement towards you is the comfort you've been needing.<<elseif $Ostat2 is 'neutral'>>Despite everything, Oswin's encouragement towards you is the comfort you've been needing.<</if>> As Flit's hooves hit the proper road, you feel the shift as her body levels out on flatter ground. You sigh with relief and sit straighter in the saddle. Exhaustion is deep in your bones. Oswin offers you his water skin, holding it for you as you drink your fill. You drink, even though you do not feel like it. You know you must be hungry as well as dehydrated, but you've no motivation to meet those needs right now and must force yourself to drink. You move forward again, tension irritating your ribs, as you keep your eyes shut and focus on the sound of the wind in the trees and the chirps of birds winding down for the day. The air is getting cooler, and you know that night will approach soon. Sleep is pulling you down easily. You hear Oswin humming a tune; the sound is deep with a hint of melancholy. <<if $hobby is 'singing'>>...It's one of your songs.<</if>> <</if>> <<if $Zride4 is true>>Squeezing your eyes shut and gnashing your teeth, you lean up on the saddle, supporting yourself on your right hand until you hit a balance of pressure. The relief you feel is surprising as you take the strain off your back and damaged ribs. Though you must restrain yourself from groaning in pain while $mountname navigates the steep hill that leads to the road. Zahn speaks to you with conviction. "I'm here for you, $mc. I'm gonna make sure you get through this. You'll smile again before you know it, I promise." The soft ground gives way a bit and your <<if $mount is 'mule'>>mule<<else>>horse<</if>> slides, <<if $mount is 'chessy'>>her<<elseif $mount is 'eb'>>his<<elseif $mount is 'bay'>>his<<elseif $mount is 'mule'>>her<</if>> body jostling to correct <<if $mount is 'chessy'>>her<<elseif $mount is 'eb'>>his<<elseif $mount is 'bay'>>his<<elseif $mount is 'mule'>>her<</if>> balance. You call out in sudden anguish, clawing at the saddle with your good hand and pressing forward to find some relief from the strain. Zahn shifts slightly, leaning closer but leaving you untouched. A weak tingle of magic runs through you; it feels like a snapped thread against a tight seam, but it alleviates the upper edge of the pain to hold you together. "I'm so sorry, $mc. Please hold on, you're going to get through this, the road is right ahead." Zahn's voice quivers as $Zheshe speaks. You unclench as the motion subsides, gradually trying to relax. A subtle tingling is bubbling up from your gut into your arms and legs, and you know that the anodyne is beginning to take effect. Focusing on Zahn's presence, you simply try to breathe and relax, keeping your eyes closed. <<if $Zstat is 'neutral'>>Zahn's encouragement and comfort are an unexpected warmth right now. Without it, you're not sure if you'd be able to keep it together.<<elseif $Zstat is 'friends'>>Zahn is such a good friend. $Zhisher encouragement and comfort is the light you need to get through this. Without it, you're not sure if you'd be able to keep it together.<<elseif $Zstat is 'romantic'>>Zahn is such a wonderful person, and despite being lance with pain, your heart swells at $Zhisher care. Zahn's encouragement and comfort are the light you need to get through this. Without it, you're not sure if you'd be able to keep it together.<<elseif $Zstat is 'physical'>>Zahn is such a good friend. $Zhisher encouragement and comfort is the light you need to get through this. Without it, you're not sure if you'd be able to keep it together.<<elseif $Zstat is 'sus'>>You rode with Zahn despite your suspicions of $Zhimher. Perhaps you are testing the boundary of trust between you, or perhaps…your suspicions just weren't as founded as you first thought. Either way, Zahn's encouragement and comfort is an unexpected warmth. Without it, you're not sure if you'd be able to keep it together.<</if>> As $mountname's hooves hit the proper road, you feel the shift as <<if $mount is 'chessy'>>her<<elseif $mount is 'eb'>>his<<elseif $mount is 'bay'>>his<<elseif $mount is 'mule'>>her<</if>> body levels out on flatter ground. You sigh with relief. Exhaustion is deep in your bones. Zahn offers you $Zhisher water skin, holding it for you as you drink your fill. You drink, even though you do not feel like it. You know you must be hungry as well as dehydrated, but you've no motivation to meet those needs right now and must force yourself to drink. You move forward again, tension irritating your ribs, as you keep your eyes shut and focus on the sound of the wind in the trees and the chirps of birds winding down for the day. The air is getting cooler, and you know that night will approach soon. Sleep is pulling you down easily. You hear Zahn humming that same tune $Zheshe often sings, the sound is like…water, cool and soothing. <</if>> <<if $Dride4 is true>>You'd rather not get so comfortable with Duri right now, so you simply settle as best you can in $Dhisher arms, which cradle you easily. It's like you weigh nothing. <<if $height is 'verytall'>>Though you are taller, $Dheshe handles you as if you were of delicate stature.<<elseif $height is 'tall'>>Though you are a little bit taller, $Dheshe handles you as if you were of delicate stature.<<else>>You feel even smaller in $Dhisher arms, cocooned and protected.<</if>> The strength is a marvel, and not something you recall hearing or reading about with gods. You've mostly only ever heard about their magic or wisdom. "Don't become too smitten with me now, at least wait until you are healed up. The path ahead might be a little bit rough, and I don't want that to sully how you feel about me," Duri says with eyes only on the way forward, but $Dhisher mouth is held in a smug grin. <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"Is your head always this huge? Perhaps you are the one in need of a healer." You smile back.<<else>>"What a shame you had to speak, I almost found you cute there for a moment. Alas, the moment has passed." You smile back.<</if>> Duri's smile grows, and you can tell $Dheshe is trying hard not to laugh and cause you to jostle about. "Ooh, but I //really// like that tongue of yours. <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>You call it as you see it.<<else>>I like prey that bites back.<</if>> Just don't hate me during this next part…" Your smile vanishes. "Next part?" You're alarmed for a moment. You're in the arms of a demigod, well ahead of your companions, and are currently too weak to do much about it if Duri had a sudden change of heart. "There's a steep hill on the road. I can steady you, but it's not possible for me to keep you from feeling all of it, sweet lamb…" You're not sure how to feel about the frequent references to sheep $Dheshe likes to apply to you. Historically, they've never melded well with wolves. "It can't be helped," you reply. "No matter what I chose, this was going to hurt." "Very true. Now, hold onto me as tight as you like - you won't hurt me. Bite me even if you find it helps." "//Bite// you?" "You heard me." Duri looks at you, the deep golden hues of $Dhisher eyes melding into the sweet brown shade. "Sometimes it helps to bear down on something." $Dcapitalheshe smiles as $Dheshe takes the first step down the hill. You gasp as the motion transfers to your frame. You cling to Duri, squeezing your eyes shut as you clutch $Dhisher robes in your fist. $Dcapitalheshe holds you a bit away from $Dhisher torso so you don't experience the full force of the motion. You throw your head back as you wait it out, gasping with each step. "Halfway there, little <<if $mark is 'tree'>>sapling.<<elseif $mark is 'sun'>>sunbeam.<<elseif $mark is 'storm'>>rain-cloud.<<elseif $mark is 'plants'>>bramble.<<elseif $mark is 'night'>>moonbeam.<<elseif $mark is 'mountain'>>stone.<</if>> The road ahead is much easier." You don't respond as you catch your breath. You can hear $mountname behind you nickering, and you feel that your faithful steed senses your distress. You feel the change in terrain as soon as Duri's feet hit the road. An involuntary sign escapes your lips as your muscles relax. "You did beautifully, $mc. You've endured a great deal." Duri's voice is soft. "Next time I leave you breathless, I hope it will be under more pleasant circumstances." <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"You are something else." You shake your head.<<else>>"What, do you want to go for a run or something?" You grin.<</if>> Duri chuckles. "Before we continue, let's get you on my back. The path is pretty level from here; you shouldn't feel me jostling you too much, and I bet you could even sleep." You agree and make the shift while the others wait. Duri lifts you easily again, supporting you with $Dhisher hands under your thighs. You wrap your good arm around $Dhisher shoulder and brace the other between you. As you settle, you feel the tingle of the anodyne running through your arms and legs as it takes hold. You relax against the warmth of Duri's back, keeping your eyes shut and focusing on the sound of wind in the trees and chirps of birds winding down for the day. The air is getting cooler, and you know that night will approach soon. Sleep is pulling you down easily. You hear Duri mumbling something, maybe a poem, but you can't quite make out the words, but the soft and steady cadence of $Dhisher voice lulls you. <</if>> [[Once again, you can rest until the next chapter of your journey begins.|A5 codrin direct]]

<<set $Oride4 to true>> "Oswin, I'd like to ride with you," you say. His expression is one of relief. "Good; I will do my best to keep you comfortable." Once everyone is settled to begin the trek, Duri and Zahn assist you in mounting Flit. Oswin mounts first and scoots to the back of the saddle since it will be easier for him to keep you steady and address your needs if you sit in front.<<if $height is 'verytall'>> He doesn't seem perturbed by how much taller than him you are either. As long as he can see around you to check the road, you know he trusts Flit to navigate.<</if>> You get up on the side where you can comfortably use your right arm. Oswin guides your ascent as the other two help lift and steady you. It is not without pain. At least you keep from screaming, but must take a moment to breathe. Once you've settled, Oswin hands you a small open phial with a murky greenish brown liquid inside. <<if $interest is 'healin'>>You'd recognize this concoction anywhere, if not by the look, by the earthy and slightly sour smell alone. This tonic is as effective as it is pungent, and from the looks of it, this is a concentrated batch. You give small doses to chronic pain sufferers and larger ones such as this to those in serious pain. You're proud to have your own recipe that rivals that of Emre and his father. It even tastes better.<</if>> "Is this what you gave me earlier? This is Emre's anodyne, isn't it?" You ask. "Yes, you weren't…terribly conscious for most of it, but we dripped it down your throat after you fainted." "No wonder I was able to sleep and move around for a while." "We have one more phial after this one, and a few weaker things for pain left if you need them," Oswin says. "<<if $interest is 'healin'>>I have two smaller doses of my pain tonic in my bag too. <</if>>I think this should last me through the trip; I can still feel the lingering effects of the first phial." "Good," he says. "Sorry you have to be awake for this dose.<<if $interest is 'healin'>> Don't tell Emre I said it, but yours tastes so much better.<</if>>" You shudder a bit. The anodyne isn't the worst medicine out there, but the concentrated version has a lingering bitterness.<<if $interest is 'healin'>>You add a little oil infused with lemongrass, sugar, a touch of blueberry juice to make it go down a little easier.<</if>> "No helping it, as long as it works." You work up your nerve and sling the tonic down, trying to swallow before it settles on your tongue. Wincing a bit as the taste floods your senses, you hand the phial back to Oswin who tucks it away. Once you are settled, you see that Zahn is atop $mountname, but Duri isn't mounted with $Zhimher. You give Duri a curious look. $Dcapitalheshe bats a hand at you. "Don't fret, I'm walking. I can keep up." "<<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>Try not to strain yourself just the same. Didn't you tell me earlier that you were tired?<<else>>Is this your way of bragging about your stamina?<</if>>" you ask. Duri gives you a lopsided smile. "Just because I've exhausted my magic doesn't mean I can tire so easily. Quite frankly, I believe it's something I should brag about, especially in such…//attractive// company." $Dcapitalheshe winks at you. [[Roll your eyes.|4.26b1a][$GentleAssertive to Math.clamp($GentleAssertive - 3, 0, 100)]] [[Smile as you shake your head.|4.26b1a][$GentleAssertive to Math.clamp($GentleAssertive + 3, 0, 100)]] $flirt_label [[Blush.|4.26b1b][$BoldflirtShyflirt to Math.clamp($BoldflirtShyflirt - 3, 0, 100)]] $flirt_label [[Wink back.|4.26b1c][$BoldflirtShyflirt to Math.clamp($BoldflirtShyflirt + 3, 0, 100)]]

<<set $Zride4 to true>> "I'd like to ride with Zahn," you say. The $Zmanwoperson in question lights up with a big smile. "I'll tend to your every need!" Oswin shakes his head, but you think you spy a slight smile on his lips. Perhaps the excitable pilgrim is wiggling into Oswin's heart bit by bit and earning his trust. Once everyone is settled to begin the trek, Oswin and Duri assist you in mounting $mountname. Zahn gets in the saddle first, scooting to the back to allow you to slot in front of $Zhimher. This way, $Zheshe can assist and support you easier. <<if $height is 'short'>>Zahn will have no trouble seeing over and around you, either.<<elseif $height is 'average'>>Since you're about the same height, Zahn shouldn't have much difficulty in seeing around you.<<else>>Though you're taller than Zahn, $Zheshe doesn't seem phased. As long as $Zheshe can see around you to check the road on occasion, you're confident that your mount will stay in line with Flit.<</if>> You get up on the side where you can comfortably use your right arm. Zahn guides your ascent as the other two help lift and steady you. It is not without pain. At least you keep from screaming, but must take a moment to breathe. Once you've settled, Zahn hands you a small open phial with a murky greenish brown liquid inside. "Oswin gave this to me for you. It stinks, but he says it will help your pain." Taking a look at the tonic, you recognize Emre's handiwork.<<if $interest is 'healin'>> You'd recognize this concoction anywhere, if not by the look, by the earthy and slightly sour smell alone. This tonic is as effective as it is pungent, and from the looks of it, this is a concentrated batch. You give small doses to chronic pain sufferers and larger ones such as this to those in serious pain. You're proud to have your own recipe that rivals that of Emre and his father. It even tastes better.<</if>> "It's an anodyne my best friend makes. It doesn't smell pleasant, but it works to stave off pain." Zahn hums an agreement. "You seemed a lot better after we gave it to you when you fainted. Now I don't feel so bad about pouring it down your throat." "No wonder I was able to sleep and move around for a while." "I think there's only one more left after that. I don't know how long they'll last, so you might want to pace yourself. I don't know how much I can support you with magic right now." "<<if $interest is 'healin'>>I have two smaller doses of my own pain tonic in my bag too. But, <</if>>I think this should last me through the whole trip; I can still feel the lingering effects of the first phial." "Good," $Zheshe says. "I'm glad, but I'm sorry you have to taste and smell it this time.<<if $interest is 'healin'>> You make this stuff too then? That's pretty incredible. Does it tastes bad?<</if>>" You shudder a bit. The anodyne isn't the worst medicine out there, but the concentrated version has a lingering bitterness. "It isn't the best, but I would say it's not as bad as the smell would suggest. It's certainly worth it for what it can do for you.<<if $interest is 'healin'>> I add a little oil infused with lemongrass, sugar, and a touch of blueberry juice to make it go down a little easier.<</if>>" You work up your nerve and sling the tonic down, trying to swallow before it settles on your tongue. Wincing a bit as the taste floods your senses, you hand the phial back to Zahn who tucks it away. Once you are settled, you see that Oswin is atop Flit, but Duri isn't mounted with him. You give Duri a curious look. $Dcapitalheshe bats a hand at you. "Don't fret, I'm walking. I can keep up." "<<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>Try not to strain yourself just the same. Didn't you tell me earlier that you were tired?<<else>>Is this your way of bragging about your stamina?<</if>>" you ask. Duri gives you a lopsided smile. "Just because I've exhausted my magic doesn't mean I can tire so easily. Quite frankly, I believe it's something I should brag about, especially in such…//attractive// company." $Dcapitalheshe winks at you. [[Roll your eyes.|4.26b1a][$GentleAssertive to Math.clamp($GentleAssertive - 3, 0, 100)]] [[Smile as you shake your head.|4.26b1a][$GentleAssertive to Math.clamp($GentleAssertive + 3, 0, 100)]] $flirt_label [[Blush.|4.26b1b][$BoldflirtShyflirt to Math.clamp($BoldflirtShyflirt - 3, 0, 100)]] $flirt_label [[Wink back.|4.26b1c][$BoldflirtShyflirt to Math.clamp($BoldflirtShyflirt + 3, 0, 100)]]

<<set $Dride4 to true>> You lock eyes with Duri as you work through the decision. $Dcapitalheshe notices and smirks back, seeming to preen as $Dheshe figures out what choice you're leaning towards. Oswin interrupts, handing you a small open phial with a murky greenish brown liquid inside. <<if $interest is 'healin'>>You'd recognize this concoction anywhere, if not by the look, by the earthy and slightly sour smell alone. This tonic is as effective as it is pungent, and from the looks of it, this is a concentrated batch. You give small doses to chronic pain sufferers and larger ones such as this to those in serious pain. You're proud to have your own recipe that rivals that of Emre and his father. It even tastes better.<</if>> Duri approaches with curiosity etched on $Dhisher face. $Dcapitalheshe sniffs around you and then makes a face, poking out $Dhisher tongue like a toddler refusing to eat vegetables. "Is this what you gave $himher earlier?" Duri asks. Oswin nods as you meet his eye with the same question on your mind. "Yes," he answers, addressing you instead. "You weren't…terribly conscious for most of it, but we dripped it down your throat after you fainted." "No wonder I was able to sleep and move around for a while," you say. Duri shakes $Dhisher head in disgust. Trying to ignore the reaction, Oswin continues. "We have one more phial after this one, and a few weaker things for pain left if you need them." "<<if $interest is 'healin'>>I have two smaller doses of my pain tonic in my bag too. <</if>>I think this should last me through the trip; I can still feel the lingering effects of the first phial," you explain. "Good," Oswin says. "Sorry you have to be awake for this dose.<<if $interest is 'healin'>> Don't tell Emre I said it, but yours tastes so much better.<</if>>" You shudder a bit. This anodyne isn't the worst medicine out there, but the concentrated version has a lingering bitterness.<<if $interest is 'healin'>>You add a little oil infused with lemongrass, sugar, a touch of blueberry juice to make it go down a little easier.<</if>> "No helping it, as long as it works." You work up your nerve and sling the tonic down, trying to swallow before it settles on your tongue. Wincing a bit as the taste floods your senses, you hand the phial back to Oswin who tucks it away as the demigod looks at you with pity. You turn to Duri with a slight wince. "Are you genuinely offering to carry me? If so…I think that might be the most comfortable option for me." Oswin's face twitches, but he stays quiet. $Dcapitalheshe raises an eyebrow. "Yeah. Why? You don't believe I can?" "It will take hours to get there…Won't that strain you?<<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>> Didn't you tell me earlier that you were tired?<<else>> Is this your way of bragging about your stamina?<</if>>" you ask. Duri gives you a lopsided smile. "Just because I've exhausted my magic doesn't mean I can tire so easily. Quite frankly, I believe it's something I should brag about, especially in such…//attractive// company." $Dcapitalheshe winks at you. [[Roll your eyes.|4.26b1a][$GentleAssertive to Math.clamp($GentleAssertive - 3, 0, 100)]] [[Smile as you shake your head.|4.26b1a][$GentleAssertive to Math.clamp($GentleAssertive + 3, 0, 100)]] $flirt_label [[Blush.|4.26b1b][$BoldflirtShyflirt to Math.clamp($BoldflirtShyflirt - 3, 0, 100)]] $flirt_label [[Wink back.|4.26b1c][$BoldflirtShyflirt to Math.clamp($BoldflirtShyflirt + 3, 0, 100)]]

<<if $Oride4 is true>> With you situated finally, everyone sets off with Duri leading the mounts back to the road. You're immediately lanced with pain. The transfer of motion is inevitable, and you are clearly injured more beyond just your shoulder. The muscles along your hips and abdomen are severely strained, and you are trying very hard not to focus on your ribs. You feel the roughness of the terrain in every part of your chest. "I'm sorry, $mc," Oswin murmurs. You grit your teeth. "<<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>It's…it's not so bad. I can make it.<<else>>It's painful…but I can endure it.<</if>>" "The anodyne will kick in soon, I promise." Your breath is taken away as Flit navigates up a sudden incline. Duri calls out from the front of the pack. "Brace yourself, $mc, the road is ahead but there's a steep downward slope after this!" Your heart races in anticipation of the pain. You feel the shift as the horse makes the descent and cry out involuntarily. Flit's ears turn to listen and she slows her pace. You hear $mountname whinny at you, sounding alarmed as Zahn tries to soothe <<if $mount is 'chessy'>>her<<elseif $mount is 'eb'>>him<<elseif $mount is 'bay'>>him<<elseif $mount is 'mule'>>her<</if>>. "$mc," Oswin says your name gently. "$mc, you can lean back on me. It may not be much better, but I'll try to keep you steady." You gasp as agony ripples up your spine. [[Lean back on Oswin.|4.27ba]] [[Lean forward to try and ease the strain.|4.27bb]] <</if>> <<if $Zride4 is true>> With you situated finally, everyone sets off with Duri leading the mounts back to the road. You're immediately lanced with pain. The transfer of motion is inevitable, and you are clearly injured more beyond just your shoulder. The muscles along your hips and abdomen are severely strained, and you are trying very hard not to focus on your ribs. You feel the roughness of the terrain in every part of your chest. "It'll be okay, $mc," Zahn encourages. "It's hard right now, but it'll be over tonight and we'll have a good healer treat you and you can just rest. Just hold on for now." You grit your teeth. "<<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>It's…it's not so bad. I can make it.<<else>>It's painful…but I can endure it.<</if>>" "Your medicine will help soon." Your breath is taken away as $mountname navigates up a sudden incline. Duri calls out from the front of the pack. "Brace yourself, $mc, the road is ahead but there's a steep downward slope after this!" Your heart races in anticipation of the pain. You feel the shift as your <<if $mount is 'mule'>>mule<<else>>horse<</if>> makes the descent and cry out involuntarily. $mountname's ears turn to listen and <<if $mount is 'chessy'>>she<<elseif $mount is 'eb'>>he<<elseif $mount is 'bay'>>he<<elseif $mount is 'mule'>>she<</if>> slows the pace as <<if $mount is 'mule'>>mule<<else>>horse<</if>> makes the descent and cry out involuntarily. $mountname's ears turn to listen and <<if $mount is 'chessy'>>she<<elseif $mount is 'eb'>>he<<elseif $mount is 'bay'>>he<<elseif $mount is 'mule'>>she<</if>> nickers at you softly, sounding distressed. "$mc," Zahn says your name gently. "$mc, you can lean back on me. It may not be much better, but I'll comfort you." You gasp as agony ripples up your spine. [[Lean back on Zahn.|4.27ba]] [[Lean forward to try and ease the strain.|4.27bb]] <</if>> <<if $Dride4 is true>> It is clear that the demigod is very pleased that you chose $Dhimher. Duri waits, watching you closely while the others mount up. Once they signal that they are ready, $Dheshe reaches for you. Duri bends and positions $Dhisher hands at the back of your knees and mid-back. "This will probably be the worst part. I won't jerk you up, but I'll move quick." "Okay." Before you can blink, you're whisked up in a fluid motion. You feel discomfort at the motion, but the hardest part is your weight settling differently in the strong arms that now hold you. //Very strong// arms. You can't help the look of surprise on your face. Your face, which is now very close to a smiling, shapeshifting, demigod's. It was so incredibly easy for $Dhimher to pick you up. Duri isn't even breathing differently, and you slot well into $Dhisher arms. $Dcapitalheshe is so warm. It's as if $Dheshe exudes the same heat as when $Dheshe was in the form of the wolf. You won't miss your cloak, that's for certain. "Just let me know if you need something, $mc," Duri says softly. "I'll keep you as comfortable as I can. If this position doesn't work for you, there are many others we can try." Oswin clears his throat from behind you. You nod, and Duri sets out, taking the lead to guide everyone back to the road. "Once we get to the road, you can switch to my back," Duri continues, this time looking slightly less flirtatious. "The route to it is bumpy. With you in my arms like this, I can absorb the impact easier. As an added bonus, you can get a really //good// look at me." You get a winning smile, complete with snaggletooth. <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"Good to know," you reply.<<else>>"Lucky me," you quip.<</if>> Duri's voice goes quiet. "Seriously though…tell me if you hurt or if I move you in a bad way. You can rest your head on my shoulder if you want - try to sleep or something if you can." [[Rest your head on Duri's shoulder.|4.27ba]] [[Stay where you are.|4.27bb]] <</if>>

<<if $Oride4 is true>> Squeezing your eyes shut and gnashing your teeth, you lean back into Oswin. He supports you with ease, and your entire back slots perfectly into his firm torso. <<if $height is 'verytall'>>The difference in your heights doesn't hamper your comfort as your neck is supported by his left shoulder.<<elseif $height is 'tall'>>Your head rests easily on his left shoulder.<<elseif $height is 'average'>>Your head rests easily against the left side of his chest.<<else>>Your head rests easily over his heart.<</if>> You restrain yourself from groaning in pain while Flit navigates the steep hill that leads to the road. Oswin gently supports you, laying his right arm along your own. "Almost there, $mc, it's okay. Just another moment." The soft ground gives way a bit and the horse slides, her body jostling to correct her balance. You call out in sudden anguish, clawing at Oswin with your good hand and pressing deeper into his body. <<if $height is 'verytall'>>Oswin affectionately nuzzles against the side of your head.<<elseif $height is 'tall'>>Oswin affectionately nuzzles into the crook of your neck.<<elseif $height is 'average'>>Oswin affectionately nuzzles the top of your head.<<else>>Oswin affectionately traces your jaw with his left hand as his right steadies your clawing hand.<</if>> With a strained voice, he tries to soothe you. "You're doing great. Stay with me. You can do this." You unclench as the motion subsides, gradually trying to relax. A subtle tingling is bubbling up from your gut into your arms and legs, and you know that the anodyne is beginning to take effect. Focusing on Oswin's warm presence, you simply try to breathe and relax, keeping your eyes closed. <<if $Ostat2 is 'friends'>>The warmth and support of such a friend makes you a little more hopeful.<<elseif $Ostat2 is 'romantic'>>The warmth and support of such an important person in your life makes you a little more hopeful. Your heart beats a bit faster, but not because of the pain.<<elseif $Ostat2 is 'distant'>>Despite everything, Oswin's warmth towards you is the comfort you've been needing.<<elseif $Ostat2 is 'neutral'>>Despite everything, Oswin's warmth towards you is the comfort you've been needing.<</if>> As Flit's hooves hit the proper road, you feel the shift as her body levels out on flatter ground. You sigh with relief. Exhaustion is deep in your bones. Oswin offers you his water skin, holding it for you as you drink your fill. You drink, even though you do not feel like it. You know you must be hungry as well as dehydrated, but you've no motivation to meet those needs right now and must force yourself to drink. You stay reclined on Oswin, keeping your eyes shut and focusing on the sound of wind in the trees and chirps of birds winding down for the day. The air is getting cooler and you know that night will approach soon. Sleep is pulling you down easily. You hear Oswin humming a tune, the sound is deep with a hint of melancholy. <<if $hobby is 'singing'>>...It's one of your songs.<</if>> <</if>> <<if $Zride4 is true>> You lean back and Zahn embraces you gently. You hold your eyes shut tightly and grind your teeth together as you ride out the pain. <<if $height is 'verytall'>>Though Zahn is shorter than you, $Zheshe still holds you with relative ease, leaning back a bit to accommodate your stature.<<elseif $height is 'tall'>>Though Zahn is shorter than you, $Zheshe still holds you with relative ease.<<elseif $height is 'average'>>Your head rests easily against Zahn's left shoulder.<<else>>Your head rests easily over Zahn's heart.<</if>> You restrain yourself from groaning in pain while $mountname navigates the steep hill that leads to the road. Zahn reaches up and strokes your hair. "I've got you, $mc. I'm gonna make sure you get through this. You'll smile again before you know it, I promise." The soft ground gives way a bit and your <<if $mount is 'mule'>>mule<<else>>horse<</if>> slides, <<if $mount is 'chessy'>>her<<elseif $mount is 'eb'>>his<<elseif $mount is 'bay'>>his<<elseif $mount is 'mule'>>her<</if>> body jostling to correct <<if $mount is 'chessy'>>her<<elseif $mount is 'eb'>>his<<elseif $mount is 'bay'>>his<<elseif $mount is 'mule'>>her<</if>> balance. You call out in sudden anguish, clawing at Zahn with your good hand and pressing deeper into $Zhisher body. Zahn holds the side of your head against $Zhisher body while gently supporting your waist. A weak tingle of magic runs through you, it feels like a snapped thread against a tight seam, but it alleviates the upper edge of the pain to hold you together. "I'm so sorry, $mc. Please hold on, you're going to get through this, the road is right ahead." Zahn's voice quivers as $Zheshe speaks. You unclench as the motion subsides, gradually trying to relax. A subtle tingling is bubbling up from your gut into your arms and legs, and you know that the anodyne is beginning to take effect. Focusing on Zahn's warm presence, you simply try to breathe and relax, keeping your eyes closed. <<if $Zstat is 'neutral'>>Zahn's encouragement and comfort is an unexpected warmth right now. Without it, you're not sure if you'd be able to keep it together.<<elseif $Zstat is 'friends'>>Zahn is such a good friend. $Zhisher encouragement and comfort is the light you need to get through this. Without it, you're not sure if you'd be able to keep it together.<<elseif $Zstat is 'romantic'>>Zahn is such a wonderful person, and despite being lance with pain, your heart swells at $Zhisher care. Zahn's encouragement and comfort is the light you need to get through this. Without it, you're not sure if you'd be able to keep it together.<<elseif $Zstat is 'physical'>>Zahn is such a good friend. $Zhisher encouragement and comfort is the light you need to get through this. Without it, you're not sure if you'd be able to keep it together.<<elseif $Zstat is 'sus'>>You rode with Zahn despite your suspicions of $Zhimher. Perhaps you are testing the boundary of trust between you, or perhaps…your suspicions just weren't as founded as you first thought? Either way, Zahn's encouragement and comfort is an unexpected warmth. Without it, you're not sure if you'd be able to keep it together.<</if>> As $mountname's hooves hit the proper road, you feel the shift as <<if $mount is 'chessy'>>her<<elseif $mount is 'eb'>>his<<elseif $mount is 'bay'>>his<<elseif $mount is 'mule'>>her<</if>> body levels out on flatter ground. You sigh with relief. Exhaustion is deep in your bones. Zahn offers you $Zhisher water skin, holding it for you as you drink your fill. You drink, even though you do not feel like it. You know you must be hungry as well as dehydrated, but you've no motivation to meet those needs right now and must force yourself to drink. You stay reclined on Zahn, keeping your eyes shut and focusing on the sound of wind in the trees and chirps of birds winding down for the day. The air is getting cooler and you know that night will approach soon. Sleep is pulling you down easily. You hear Zahn humming that same tune $Zheshe often sings, the sound is like…water, cool and soothing. <</if>> <<if $Dride4 is true>> Taking Duri up on $Dhisher offer, you rest your head upon $Dhisher shoulder and try to relax. Duri's arms cradle you easily. It's like you weigh nothing. <<if $height is 'verytall'>>Though you are taller, $Dheshe handles you as if you were of delicate stature.<<elseif $height is 'tall'>>Though you are a little bit taller, $Dheshe handles you as if you were of delicate stature.<<else>>You feel even smaller in $Dhisher arms, cocooned and protected.<</if>> The strength is a marvel, and not something you recall hearing or reading about with gods. You've mostly only ever heard about their magic or wisdom. "Don't become too smitten with me now, at least wait until you are healed up. The path ahead might be a little bit rough, and I don't want that to sully how you feel about me," Duri says with eyes only on the way forward, but $Dhisher mouth is held in a smug grin. <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"Is your head always this huge? Perhaps you are the one in need of a healer." You smile back.<<else>>"What a shame you had to speak, I almost found you cute there for a moment. Alas, the moment has passed." You smile back.<</if>> Duri's smile grows, and you can tell $Dheshe is trying hard not to laugh and cause you to jostle about. "Ooh, but I //really// like that tongue of yours. <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>You call it as you see it.<<else>>I like prey that bites back.<</if>> Just don't hate me during this next part…" Your smile vanishes. "Next part?" You're alarmed for a moment. You're in the arms of a demigod, well ahead of your companions and are currently too weak to do much about it if Duri had a sudden change of heart. "There's a steep hill to the road. I can steady you, but it's not possible for me to keep you from feeling all of it, sweet lamb…" You're not sure how to feel about the frequent references to sheep $Dheshe likes to apply to you. Historically, they've never melded well with wolves. "It can't be helped," you reply. "No matter what I chose, this was going to hurt." "Very true. Now, hold onto me as tight as you like - you won't hurt me. Bite me even, if you find it helps." "//Bite// you?" "You heard me." Duri looks at you, the deep golden hues of $Dhisher eyes melding into the sweet brown shade. "Sometimes it helps to bear down on something." $Dcapitalheshe smiles as $Dheshe takes the first step down the hill. You gasp as the motion transfers to your frame. You cling to Duri, squeezing your eyes shut as you clutch $Dhisher robes in your fist. $Dcapitalheshe holds you a bit away from their torso so you don't experience the full force of the motion. You bury your face in the crook of Duri's neck, gasping with each step. "Halfway there, little <<if $mark is 'tree'>>sapling.<<elseif $mark is 'sun'>>sunbeam.<<elseif $mark is 'storm'>>rain-cloud.<<elseif $mark is 'plants'>>bramble.<<elseif $mark is 'night'>>moonbeam.<<elseif $mark is 'mountain'>>stone.<</if>> The road ahead is much easier." You don't respond as you catch your breath. You can hear $mountname behind you nickering, and you feel that your faithful steed senses your distress. You sense the change in terrain as soon as Duri's feet hit the road. An involuntary sign escapes your lips as your muscles relax. "You did beautifully, $mc. You've endured a great deal." Duri's voice is soft. "Next time I leave you breathless, I hope it will be under more pleasant circumstances." <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"You are something else." You shake your head.<<else>>"What, do you want to go for a run or something?" You grin.<</if>> Duri chuckles. "Before we continue, let's get you on my back. The path is pretty level from here, you shouldn't feel me jostling you too much, and I bet you could even sleep." You agree and make the shift while the others wait. Duri lifts you easily again, supporting you with hands under your thighs. You wrap your good arm around $Dhisher shoulder and brace the other between you. As you settle, you feel the tingle of the anodyne running through your arms and legs as it takes hold. You relax against the warmth of Duri's back, keeping your eyes shut and focusing on the sound of wind in the trees and chirps of birds winding down for the day. The air is getting cooler and you know that night will approach soon. Sleep is pulling you down easily. You hear Duri mumbling something, maybe a poem, but you can't quite make out the words, but the soft and steady cadence of $Dhisher voice lulls you. <</if>> [[You wonder what you will awake to.|4.28]]

<<if $Oride4 is true>>Squeezing your eyes shut and gnashing your teeth, you lean up on the saddle, supporting yourself on your right hand until you hit a balance of pressure. The relief you feel is surprising as you take the strain off your back and damaged ribs. Though you must restrain yourself from groaning in pain while Flit navigates the steep hill that leads to the road. Oswin gently speaks to you. "Almost there, $mc, it's okay. Just another moment." The soft ground gives way a bit, and the horse slides, her body jostling to correct her balance. You call out in sudden anguish, clawing at the saddle with your good hand and pressing deeper forward to find relief. With a strained voice, Oswin continues to try to soothe you. "You're doing great. Stay with me. You can do this." You unclench as the motion subsides, gradually trying to relax. A subtle tingling is bubbling up from your gut into your arms and legs, and you know that the anodyne is beginning to take effect. Focusing on Oswin's presence, you simply try to breathe and relax, keeping your eyes closed. <<if $Ostat2 is 'friends'>>The support of such a friend makes you a little more hopeful.<<elseif $Ostat2 is 'romantic'>>The support of such an important person in your life makes you a little more hopeful. Your heart beats a bit faster, but not because of the pain.<<elseif $Ostat2 is 'distant'>>Despite everything, Oswin's encouragement towards you is the comfort you've been needing.<<elseif $Ostat2 is 'neutral'>>Despite everything, Oswin's encouragement towards you is the comfort you've been needing.<</if>> As Flit's hooves hit the proper road, you feel the shift as her body levels out on flatter ground. You sigh with relief and sit straighter in the saddle. Exhaustion is deep in your bones. Oswin offers you his water skin, holding it for you as you drink your fill. You drink, even though you do not feel like it. You know you must be hungry as well as dehydrated, but you've no motivation to meet those needs right now and must force yourself to drink. You move forward again, tension irritating your ribs, as you keep your eyes shut and focus on the sound of the wind in the trees and the chirps of birds winding down for the day. The air is getting cooler, and you know that night will approach soon. Sleep is pulling you down easily. You hear Oswin humming a tune; the sound is deep with a hint of melancholy. <<if $hobby is 'singing'>>...It's one of your songs.<</if>><</if>><<if $Zride4 is true>>Squeezing your eyes shut and gnashing your teeth, you lean up on the saddle, supporting yourself on your right hand until you hit a balance of pressure. The relief you feel is surprising as you take the strain off your back and damaged ribs. Though you must restrain yourself from groaning in pain while $mountname navigates the steep hill that leads to the road. Zahn speaks to you with conviction. "I'm here for you, $mc. I'm gonna make sure you get through this. You'll smile again before you know it, I promise." The soft ground gives way a bit and your <<if $mount is 'mule'>>mule<<else>>horse<</if>> slides, <<if $mount is 'chessy'>>her<<elseif $mount is 'eb'>>his<<elseif $mount is 'bay'>>his<<elseif $mount is 'mule'>>her<</if>> body jostling to correct <<if $mount is 'chessy'>>her<<elseif $mount is 'eb'>>his<<elseif $mount is 'bay'>>his<<elseif $mount is 'mule'>>her<</if>> balance. You call out in sudden anguish, clawing at the saddle with your good hand and pressing forward to find some relief from the strain. Zahn shifts slightly, leaning closer but leaving you untouched. A weak tingle of magic runs through you; it feels like a snapped thread against a tight seam, but it alleviates the upper edge of the pain to hold you together. "I'm so sorry, $mc. Please hold on, you're going to get through this, the road is right ahead." Zahn's voice quivers as $Zheshe speaks. You unclench as the motion subsides, gradually trying to relax. A subtle tingling is bubbling up from your gut into your arms and legs, and you know that the anodyne is beginning to take effect. Focusing on Zahn's presence, you simply try to breathe and relax, keeping your eyes closed. <<if $Zstat is 'neutral'>>Zahn's encouragement and comfort are an unexpected warmth right now. Without it, you're not sure if you'd be able to keep it together.<<elseif $Zstat is 'friends'>>Zahn is such a good friend. $Zhisher encouragement and comfort is the light you need to get through this. Without it, you're not sure if you'd be able to keep it together.<<elseif $Zstat is 'romantic'>>Zahn is such a wonderful person, and despite being lance with pain, your heart swells at $Zhisher care. Zahn's encouragement and comfort are the light you need to get through this. Without it, you're not sure if you'd be able to keep it together.<<elseif $Zstat is 'physical'>>Zahn is such a good friend. $Zhisher encouragement and comfort is the light you need to get through this. Without it, you're not sure if you'd be able to keep it together.<<elseif $Zstat is 'sus'>>You rode with Zahn despite your suspicions of $Zhimher. Perhaps you are testing the boundary of trust between you, or perhaps…your suspicions just weren't as founded as you first thought. Either way, Zahn's encouragement and comfort is an unexpected warmth. Without it, you're not sure if you'd be able to keep it together.<</if>> As $mountname's hooves hit the proper road, you feel the shift as <<if $mount is 'chessy'>>her<<elseif $mount is 'eb'>>his<<elseif $mount is 'bay'>>his<<elseif $mount is 'mule'>>her<</if>> body levels out on flatter ground. You sigh with relief. Exhaustion is deep in your bones. Zahn offers you $Zhisher water skin, holding it for you as you drink your fill. You drink, even though you do not feel like it. You know you must be hungry as well as dehydrated, but you've no motivation to meet those needs right now and must force yourself to drink. You move forward again, tension irritating your ribs, as you keep your eyes shut and focus on the sound of the wind in the trees and the chirps of birds winding down for the day. The air is getting cooler, and you know that night will approach soon. Sleep is pulling you down easily. You hear Zahn humming that same tune $Zheshe often sings, the sound is like…water, cool and soothing.<</if>><<if $Dride4 is true>>You'd rather not get so comfortable with Duri right now, so you simply settle as best you can in $Dhisher arms, which cradle you easily. It's like you weigh nothing. <<if $height is 'verytall'>>Though you are taller, $Dheshe handles you as if you were of delicate stature.<<elseif $height is 'tall'>>Though you are a little bit taller, $Dheshe handles you as if you were of delicate stature.<<else>>You feel even smaller in $Dhisher arms, cocooned and protected.<</if>> The strength is a marvel, and not something you recall hearing or reading about with gods. You've mostly only ever heard about their magic or wisdom. "Don't become too smitten with me now, at least wait until you are healed up. The path ahead might be a little bit rough, and I don't want that to sully how you feel about me," Duri says with eyes only on the way forward, but $Dhisher mouth is held in a smug grin. <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"Is your head always this huge? Perhaps you are the one in need of a healer." You smile back.<<else>>"What a shame you had to speak, I almost found you cute there for a moment. Alas, the moment has passed." You smile back.<</if>> Duri's smile grows, and you can tell $Dheshe is trying hard not to laugh and cause you to jostle about. "Ooh, but I //really// like that tongue of yours. <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>You call it as you see it.<<else>>I like prey that bites back.<</if>> Just don't hate me during this next part…" Your smile vanishes. "Next part?" You're alarmed for a moment. You're in the arms of a demigod, well ahead of your companions, and are currently too weak to do much about it if Duri had a sudden change of heart. "There's a steep hill on the road. I can steady you, but it's not possible for me to keep you from feeling all of it, sweet lamb…" You're not sure how to feel about the frequent references to sheep $Dheshe likes to apply to you. Historically, they've never melded well with wolves. "It can't be helped," you reply. "No matter what I chose, this was going to hurt." "Very true. Now, hold onto me as tight as you like - you won't hurt me. Bite me even if you find it helps." "//Bite// you?" "You heard me." Duri looks at you, the deep golden hues of $Dhisher eyes melding into the sweet brown shade. "Sometimes it helps to bear down on something." $Dcapitalheshe smiles as $Dheshe takes the first step down the hill. You gasp as the motion transfers to your frame. You cling to Duri, squeezing your eyes shut as you clutch $Dhisher robes in your fist. $Dcapitalheshe holds you a bit away from $Dhisher torso so you don't experience the full force of the motion. You throw your head back as you wait it out, gasping with each step. "Halfway there, little <<if $mark is 'tree'>>sapling.<<elseif $mark is 'sun'>>sunbeam.<<elseif $mark is 'storm'>>rain-cloud.<<elseif $mark is 'plants'>>bramble.<<elseif $mark is 'night'>>moonbeam.<<elseif $mark is 'mountain'>>stone.<</if>> The road ahead is much easier." You don't respond as you catch your breath. You can hear $mountname behind you nickering, and you feel that your faithful steed senses your distress. You feel the change in terrain as soon as Duri's feet hit the road. An involuntary sign escapes your lips as your muscles relax. "You did beautifully, $mc. You've endured a great deal." Duri's voice is soft. "Next time I leave you breathless, I hope it will be under more pleasant circumstances." <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"You are something else." You shake your head.<<else>>"What, do you want to go for a run or something?" You grin.<</if>> Duri chuckles. "Before we continue, let's get you on my back. The path is pretty level from here; you shouldn't feel me jostling you too much, and I bet you could even sleep." You agree and make the shift while the others wait. Duri lifts you easily again, supporting you with $Dhisher hands under your thighs. You wrap your good arm around $Dhisher shoulder and brace the other between you. As you settle, you feel the tingle of the anodyne running through your arms and legs as it takes hold. You relax against the warmth of Duri's back, keeping your eyes shut and focusing on the sound of wind in the trees and chirps of birds winding down for the day. The air is getting cooler, and you know that night will approach soon. Sleep is pulling you down easily. You hear Duri mumbling something, maybe a poem, but you can't quite make out the words, but the soft and steady cadence of $Dhisher voice lulls you.<</if>> [[You wonder what you will awake to.|4.28]]

You're rousing from sleep as you hear rushed whispers. Sleep does not want to leave you. Your eyes are too heavy to open, and you have no idea what's going on around you. All you sense is movement, though a pleasant numbness spreads across your frame. You feel heavy but also weightless as if you were drifting in water. "I don't know, that's…a lot of eyes." Zahn speaks. //A lot of eyes//? You wonder. Duri groans. "I thought you were over this. It's fine. I'm here, they'll be excited to meet you all. We never have company." You begin to think maybe Duri has someone at the shrine. "Hate to agree with $Dhimher," Oswin says. "But I think we'll be okay. The ones that brought Duri's clothing earlier were very friendly." "See, even your grumpy friend agrees." Duri remarks. Zahn whimpers. "So many…" Duri chuckles. You groan as you begin to fully stir from slumber. "Shit, I hope we didn't wake $himher." Zahn says. "Hm?" you groan. <<if $Oride4 is true>>Oswin chuckles. "Hey $mc, we've about made it to the shrine. You slept nearly the whole way…a bit over three hours. Once we get there, we'll make camp. You've got to eat a good meal and get water down right away. We've got a bit over an hour of daylight left." You nod, at least you think you do. The anodyne has hit a lot harder with this dose, and you're wondering if Emre got his ratios mixed up again. "Who has eyes?" "What?" Oswin laughs. "I think…all of us here do…" "No, Zahn. Who has a bunch of eyes?" you mumble. Zahn and Duri both snort into restrained laughter. Oswin pauses for a moment before answering. "Oh, you heard us. It's the, uh, wolves. Duri's family, I suppose." <</if>> <<if $Zride is true>>"Hey sleepy," Zahn's soft voice says. "We're nearly there, you've been asleep the whole way. You feel okay? I'm going to get you something to eat as soon as we get there." You nod, at least you think you do. The anodyne has hit a lot harder with this dose, and you're wondering if Emre got his ratios mixed up again. "Who has eyes?" "Um…" Zahn stammers. "Well, I do and you have beautiful $eyecolor eyes too." "No, the //bunch// of eyes," you mumble with a hint of sleepy irritation. There's a long pause. Duri snickers. "Oh!" Zahn exclaims. "Sorry, I didn't realize you heard us talking. Well…there's sort of, uh, Duri's //family// all around us." <</if>> <<if $Dride is true>>"Did you dream sweetly, my little <<if $mark is 'tree'>>fallen oak<<elseif $mark is 'sun'>>sunset<<elseif $mark is 'storm'>>rainfall<<elseif $mark is 'plants'>>tumbleweed<<elseif $mark is 'night'>>fallen star<<elseif $mark is 'mountain'>>avalanche<</if>>," Duri chirps. You groan. "Stop calling me weird things. What does that even mean?" "I was recalling how elegant you were falling down the mountainside last night. I thought it was cute, like a commemoration of how we met." You shut your eyes again with a heavy blink only to jerk awake again as you feel Duri squeeze your legs slightly. "What are the eyes?" you ask. Zahn and Duri snort. "The things you see with," Zahn chimes. "No," you whine back. "You said there were a bunch." Duri answers. "Oh, you heard us talking. Zahn meant my friends ahead, they've come to greet us. They're very excited, I can feel it. Don't worry, they'll love you." <</if>> You rub sleep from your eyes with your right hand, which flaps against your face uselessly a few times before succeeding. You open them wide and blink several times. The trees are massive - the biggest you have seen in your life - with trunks several times more round than your papa. You're still on the road, though it is a bit narrow and seems to be a glorified dirt path that's steadily being overgrown by brambles. A short ways ahead you can see the road opens up and it almost appears that there is a village ahead. You keep blinking and as your eyes clear, you notice little glowing lights in the thicket and even well ahead in the villa. And then you realize…they're glowing eyes. "Woofs," you slur. Duri's laughter breaks, ringing out through the forest. A chorus of howls ring back to $Dhimher. You're too intoxicated to fully grasp the scope of what you're looking at. The mounts stop at the entrance to the village, or what's left of it. In front of you is a large area filled with overgrown plants, piles of rubble, and a couple collapsed buildings. A broken down staircase across a large central area leads to a red building, which looks much less deteriorated than the rest and is elevated on a small cliff-face. All of the other buildings appear in various states of disrepair, but overall aren't too bad off considering how old they'd be. There's evidence of a firepit at the center of the area, and what may be crumbled stone pillars at various junctures. Beyond the entryway from the road is the remains of a statue. It doesn't appear to have fallen over as stone seems to be crushed. <div class="centered-image"> <<include "The Shrine">> </div> As you look around and begin to wake and sober up, you begin to realize what you're looking at. The Shrine, you've finally made it. And… [[It's completely full of wolves.|4.29]]

*Chapter Five <<set $ch5Aroute to true>> <html> <body> <span> <h1 style="font-size:40px;"> <span style="color:red"> <div style="text-align: center;">Magic and Mayhem</div> </h1> </span> </body> </html> [[Start|ChA5]]

You hear some excited yipping coming from all around you. Wolves begin pouring in from all sides of the forest and even some of the buildings. <<if $Oride4 is true>>"Wow…" Oswin murmurs. "I've never seen so many in one place." His voice is full of awe. You're still in a bit of a stupor but are sobering fast. It dawns on you that Flit is being very calm considering she's surrounded by what may be about 30 large wolves. You look over and see Zahn gently speaking to $mountname. <<if $mount is 'chessy'>>She's not as calm, but at least isn't bolting away. The wolves give her a wide berth though, not even sparing a sniff in her direction.<<elseif $mount is 'eb'>>He's being calm, but eyeing the canines warily. The wolves mostly ignore him.<<elseif $mount is 'bay'>>Like always, he's being very calm and obedient, watching the wolves passively, appearing almost bored. You see a couple wolves more frightened of him than he is of them.<<elseif $mount is 'mule'>>...She has already frightened four of the curious wolves away - one has run back into the forest with its tail between its legs.<</if>> Oswin taps your right shoulder. "Duri said that he can send them instructions of a sort, they know not to find us as threats and won't see the mounts as prey." "Really? I wonder how that works." You turn your gaze to the demigod in question. $Dcapitalheshe kneels on the ground, surrounded by wolves cowering and whimpering at $Dhisher return, crawling on their bellies to get closer. Some roll on their backs while others nose at $Dhisher hands. Duri turns and sees you watching, giving you a big smile before diving into the pile of wolves to snuggle and play. "Alright," Oswin says. "Let's get you down. You need to eat." The way down doesn't feel as horrible as you feared. Your body is still sedated, though you feel stiff from the ride. Your strength has waned significantly, and as soon as your feet hit the ground, you begin to collapse. Oswin steadies you and a couple concerned wolves check on you, seeming to understand that you're hurt. You walk with help to the ruined campfire, which Zahn is trying to light. <</if>> <<if $Zride4 is true>>Zahn takes a steadying breath, and then another. $Zcapitalheshe reaches around you pats $mountname's shoulder. "Good <<if $mount is 'chessy'>>girl<<elseif $mount is 'eb'>>boy<<elseif $mount is 'bay'>>boy<<elseif $mount is 'mule'>>girl<</if>>, just stay calm." You're still in a bit of a stupor but are sobering fast. It dawns on you as you look over, that Flit is being very calm considering she's surrounded by what may be about 30 large wolves. You focus on your own mount as Zahn continues to sweet talk $mountname. <<if $mount is 'chessy'>>She's not as calm, but at least isn't bolting away. The wolves give her a wide berth though, not even sparing a sniff in her direction.<<elseif $mount is 'eb'>>He's being calm, but eyeing the canines warily. The wolves mostly ignore him.<<elseif $mount is 'bay'>>Like always, he's being very calm and obedient, watching the wolves passively, appearing almost bored. You see a couple wolves more frightened of him than he is of them.<<elseif $mount is 'mule'>>...She has already frightened four of the curious wolves away - one has run back into the forest with its tail between its legs.<</if>> Zahn leans to the side as $Zheshe talks. "Duri can tell them what to do and they listen." "Yeah? How does that work?" $Zcapitalheshe hums in thought. "Don't know, but $Dhisher eyes glowed and then we heard howling again. Duri didn't even say anything, it's like they just //know//. It's a bit creepy but as long as I won't get eaten…" You turn your gaze to the demigod in question. $Dcapitalheshe kneels on the ground, surrounded by wolves cowering and whimpering at $Dhisher return, crawling on their bellies to get closer. Some roll on their backs while others nose at $Dhisher hands. Duri turns and sees you watching, giving you a big smile before diving into the pile of wolves to snuggle and play. Zahn chirps at you. "Speaking of delicious meals, you really need one. I'm not on the menu for you tonight either, but I can help you." $Zcapitalheshe smiles. Dismounting doesn't feel as horrible as you feared. Your body is still sedated, though you feel stiff from the ride. Your strength has waned significantly, and as soon as your feet hit the ground, you begin to collapse. Zahn steadies you and a couple concerned wolves check on you, seeming to understand that you're hurt. You walk with help to the ruined campfire, which Oswin is lighting. As soon as he sees you, he rushes to help get you comfortable. <</if>> <<if $Dride4 is true>>"Hello, hello, hellooo!" Duri sings to all $Dhisher four-legged family members flocking to $Dhimher. Several of them begin to circle you both but keep a distance despite how excited they are. "They won't hurt you and your companions or your hooved friends either," Duri reassures. You're still in a bit of a stupor but are sobering fast. It dawns on you that Flit is being very calm considering she's surrounded by what may be about 30 large wolves. You also look over and see Zahn gently speaking to $mountname. <<if $mount is 'chessy'>>She's not as calm, but at least isn't bolting away. The wolves give her a wide berth though, not even sparing a sniff in her direction.<<elseif $mount is 'eb'>>He's being calm, but eyeing the canines warily. The wolves mostly ignore him.<<elseif $mount is 'bay'>>Like always, he's being very calm and obedient, watching the wolves passively, appearing almost bored. You see a couple wolves more frightened of him than he is of them.<<elseif $mount is 'mule'>>...She has already frightened four of the curious wolves away - one has run back into the forest with its tail between its legs.<</if>> "They heed me, so do not fret - you're all officially part of the pack for the duration of our…relationship." There's a playful lilt to Duri's voice, and $Dheshe gently squeezes your legs for good measure. "How do you do that?" you ask. "How about I tell you after you've had a good meal and some real rest in an even more real bed?" Duri takes you to the campfire, where Oswin has lit a fire and Zahn is hard at work getting food ready to cook. $Dcapitalheshe gets you close before crouching to release you. As soon as you try to stand on your own, you begin to fall. Duri catches you in a blink, and you notice the wolves also rush to you, seeming to sense that you aren't well. Oswin hurries over and begins searching for a place for you to sit. The wolves and Duri fuss over you as your legs shake as if you are a newborn deer. <</if>> Once Oswin finds an old sturdy log for you to sit on, he wastes no time in working on dinner preparations. Even Duri hurries to help, offering a few things from an old storage shed. The wolves watch you from all sides, but keep away. You can tell some are eager to say hello, their tails are wagging quickly and their noses sniff the air. Eventually, a brave one, cream in color with big brown eyes, waddles up to you, staying low to the ground and whimpering. It noses at your feet first, tail wagging. [[Pat her head.|4.29a]] [[Good girl deserves a snuggle.|4.29b]] [[No pats for now.|4.29c]]

You smile, and hold your hand out for her to check out. She gives a polite sniff and then promptly props her head right under your palm. Your smile grows as you pet her huge head. A long tongue flops from her mouth and her tail thumps hard against the ground. She is big enough that the span of her head between her ears is larger than your whole hand. Other than Duri, this is easily the largest canine you've ever met. Your mind goes to Rosy, one of your childhood dogs. She was huge too, but not like this. The wolf gives a satisfied groan as you scratch a good spot behind her ears. The other wolves begin to crowd around you, feeling more bold now that you're petting one of their own. You get sniffed, and feel a couple little licks, but they all stay calm and gentle. A small wolf brings you a stick, and gives you an expectant look. <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"Sorry, little one," you say. "Maybe once I'm healed up, I can play with you."<<else>>"Sorry, buddy," you say. "I'm afraid if I threw that for you, I'd probably ruin my good arm too at this point."<</if>> The little wolf drops the stick at your feet and rests his head on your knee. The big, cream colored wolf nuzzles him. Duri comes up with hands on $Dhisher hips. "Look at all the friends you've already made! They love you, I knew they would." "They're quite sweet." You gently squish the fluffy cheek of the big wolf, who revels in your attention. "And very cute." <<if hasVisited("4.13b1")>> Duri pouts. "So…you just pet any cute wolf? I thought I was special." Oswin drops something, a clang resounding through the entire shrine village. He clears his throat and picks up the object. The demigod cocks $Dhisher head at him before looking back at you. "If I crawl up and act sweet will you pat me again? Oh…perhaps if I roll on my back, you'll rub my-" "A-HEM!" Oswin clears his throat again. Everyone, even the wolves and mounts turn to look at him. "If you would be so kind as to not harass $mc right now, that would be appreciated." <</if>> Duri smiles at you. "I'm glad, in any case…I hope they're a comfort to you as they are to me. Now, how about I get you some water before Oswin chops me up for dinner, hm?" [[You relax as you wait for dinner.|4.30]]

You smile, and hold your hand out for her to check out. She gives a polite sniff and then promptly props her head right under your palm. Your smile grows as you pet her huge head. A long tongue flops from her mouth and her tail thumps hard against the ground. She is big enough that the span of her head between her ears is larger than your whole hand. Other than Duri, this is easily the largest canine you've ever met. Your mind goes to Rosy, one of your childhood dogs. She was huge too, but not like this. The wolf gives a satisfied groan as you scratch a good spot behind her ears. You chuckle as you ruffle her fur. "Come on then," you say, patting your right arm against the same side of your chest. "I think you need a cuddle too." With a delighted grunt, the wolf presses into your right side. You wrap your arm around and hug her, getting a lick to your ear and neck. You burrow your hand and face into her plush fur. A loving warmth bubbles up from your heart. It's…healing. The other wolves start feeling bold enough to approach you. You get sniffed, and feel a couple little licks, but they all stay calm and gentle. A small wolf brings you a stick, and gives you an expectant look. <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"Sorry, little one," you say. "Maybe once I'm healed up, I can play with you."<<else>>"Sorry, buddy," you say. "I'm afraid if I threw that for you, I'd probably ruin my good arm too at this point."<</if>> The little wolf drops the stick at your feet and rests his head on your knee. The big, cream colored wolf nuzzles him. Duri comes up with hands on $Dhisher hips. "Look at all the friends you've already made! They love you, I knew they would." "They're quite sweet." You gently squish the fluffy cheek of the big wolf, who revels in your attention. "And very cute." <<if hasVisited("4.13b1")>> Duri pouts. "So…you just pet any cute wolf? I thought I was special." Oswin drops something, a clang resounding through the entire shrine village. He clears his throat and picks up the object. The demigod cocks his head at him before looking back at you. "If I crawl up and act sweet will you pat me again? Oh…perhaps if I roll on my back, you'll rub my-" "A-HEM!" Oswin clears his throat again. Everyone, even the wolves and mounts turn to look at him. "If you would be so kind as to not harass $mc right now, that would be appreciated." <</if>> Duri smiles at you. "I'm glad, in any case…I hope they're a comfort to you as they are to me. Now, how about I get you some water before Oswin chops me up for dinner, hm?" [[You relax as you wait for dinner.|4.30]]

You smile and keep your hands to yourself. Now probably isn't the time to be throwing yourself to the wolves…to throw yourself to //more// wolves. She maintains a polite distance, massive head between huge paws, staring up at you with those huge brown eyes. She is big enough that the span of her head between her ears must be larger than your whole hand. Other than Duri, this is easily the biggest canine you've ever met. Your mind goes to Rosy, one of your childhood dogs. She was huge too, but not like this. The wolf gives a cute little whimper, and then sneezes twice. You chuckle. "Not a fan of spring pollen?" She thumps her tail as you speak to her. The other wolves start feeling bold enough to approach you. You get sniffed at, but they all stay calm and gentle. A small wolf brings you a stick, and gives you an expectant look. <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"Sorry, little one," you say. "Maybe once I'm healed up, I can play with you."<<else>>"Sorry, buddy," you say. "I'm afraid if I threw that for you, I'd probably ruin my good arm too at this point."<</if>> The little wolf drops the stick at your feet and lays down close to you. The big, cream colored wolf nuzzles him. Duri comes up with hands on $Dhisher hips. "Look at all the friends you've already made! They love you, I knew they would." "They're quite sweet and very cute." <<if hasVisited("4.13b1")>> Duri preens. "So…am I so special that I'm the only wolf you'll pet?" Oswin drops something, a clang resounding through the entire shrine village. He clears his throat and picks up the object. The demigod cocks his head at him before looking back at you. "If I crawl up and act sweet will you pat me again? Oh…perhaps if I roll on my back, you'll rub my-" "A-HEM!" Oswin clears his throat again. Everyone, even the wolves and mounts turn to look at him. "If you would be so kind as to not harass $mc right now, that would be appreciated." <</if>> Duri smiles at you. "I'm glad, in any case…I hope being around them is a comfort to you as they are to me. Now, how about I get you some water before Oswin chops me up for dinner, hm?" [[You relax as you wait for dinner.|4.30]]

Despite a delicious array of smells around you, your dinner consists of soft porridge sweetened with honey to stimulate your appetite but not overwhelm your stomach. It takes quite a long time for you to finish it, but you manage to eat a rather large bowl. Duri ensures that you have plenty of water to drink, which is blessedly cold, tasting very fresh. You don't see or hear any streams close by, but glimpse a couple wells in the distance. The others eat stew with potatoes and meat from a couple rabbits that the wolves brought in and dropped at Oswin's feet. Many of the wolves depart to hunt their own dinners, but several stay at camp, including a litter of pups. Duri wrestles with them, rolling on $Dhisher back as the puppies pounce and chew on $Dhimher. Zahn sneaks you some bits of salted potato when Oswin isn't looking. You take a look around as you let your dinner settle while the other cleans up camp. The sun has long since set and you see that the night sky is bright, but dark clouds are floating by quickly, blotting out the moon on occasion. The trees around you are ancient and abnormally large. They tower so high above you that you almost feel like you're sitting in the middle of several mountains, though you can see the actual mountains a short ways behind the large red building. And the trees aren't the only wild growing thing around you. Everywhere you look there are vines, thorns, flowers, bushes, moss and brambles. There are paths trod between the buildings, likely kept worn from the footfalls of many wolves. You close your eyes and feel the cool night air. It is cold, but the porridge and campfire warm you. Thunder rolls in the distance. Your pain medicine is beginning to wear off, but you are still pleasantly numb. You almost feel…good even. As long as you stay still, that is. You eye the large red building, which must be the shrine-proper, and place a hand over where the mark has burned through your flesh. It's warm. You frown, holding tighter…it's //very// warm. Anxiety wants to cling to your shoulders at the familiar sensation. Has it been this warm since you set out? You're not sure. You don't feel sick, not like before. Focusing inward, you try to push past the way the anodyne numbs you. You have no headache, you are not nauseated, and your breathing feels normal. Your shoulder hurts, you are tired and weak but no more than you have been of late, and strangely, despite this, you feel a sort of rush. Adrenaline, you conclude, stirred up by the flair of anxiety and anticipation of being here. "Hey." Oswin's voice snaps you from your thoughts. "Are you okay?" <<if $Ostat2 is 'friends'>>You smile.<<elseif $Ostat2 is 'romantic'>>Your cheeks warm at the clear concern on his face, and you smile.<<elseif $Ostat2 is 'distant'>>You nod.<<elseif $Ostat2 is 'neutral'>>You nod and give him a polite smile.<</if>> "I'm fine, just a little…worked up I think by all this." You gesture broadly with your good arm. "Good, I think. If it's too much, let me know. Duri has offered one of the houses." Oswin points up a hill to one of the larger and more in-tact buildings. "$Dcapitalheshe said there is a good bed in it, and it's clean. It's where $Dheshe lives most of the time. The wolves - the ones who aren't hunting tonight - will be joining us apparently. That part was non-negotiable." You murmur an agreement as a wave of tiredness rushes you. [[The others gather around you to help you to bed.|4.31]]

They try to preserve some of your dignity by letting you try to walk as much as you want to. You are out of breath halfway up the hill, but are pleased you made it that far. The cluster of wolves that stayed behind and the puppies follow you, most of them going at your pace, sparing you a sniff and a concerned look each time you hesitate. Duri lets you into $Dhisher house. It's surprisingly nice and mostly clean. There is a wide array of knick knacks and baubles all over. There's few furnishings aside from a couple tables and chairs on the main floor, but every bit of the walls and available surfaces have things on them. Everything from candlesticks to horseshoes decorates the place. To your surprise, a fox watches you from behind a chair as your companions help you up the stairs. The second floor is a large loft with a huge bed and fireplace. Three raccoons skitter along the central beam that runs along the ceiling, startled by the commotion. The bed is piled with many pillows, blankets, and what may be articles of clothing. It appears clean, though is noticeably furry. Your three helpers look at you expectantly. [[Ask Oswin to help you into bed.|4.31a]] [[Ask Zahn to help you into bed.|4.31b]] [[Ask Duri to help you into bed.|4.31c]]

"Oswin, would you help me get settled?" you ask. He gives a single resolute nod as the other two glance at each other and then bid you goodnight before leaving you in peace. A few of the wolves, including the extra large cream colored one, stay with you, getting comfortable on the floor. Oswin gently guides you to sit on the bed, and then adjust some of the clutter to make a reclined perch on which you can sleep. You balance on your good arm as he gingerly lifts and turns your legs onto the bed so you can lay down. Once you are settled, he quietly gathers pillows and some random blankets to help keep your left shoulder and arm stationary. <<if $Oflirt >= 20 and $Ostat2 is 'romantic'>>He looks you over and a strange expression creases his face. "I'm sorry this happened to you," he says softly. <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"It's okay, you don't need to apologize. It's not as if you are the one who hurt me." You give him a placid smile.<<else>>"Oh yes, because you caused me to be swept away into a landslide. I forgot that you controlled the rains and mountains." You tilt your head and give him a grin.<</if>> Oswin sighs. "I've failed you. I should have never let you leave camp." You shake your head. "We all needed to help. You could have left me at camp only to return with me injured anyway or worse." His mouth twists at the thought. "I'll make sure to see you well again, $mc. I won't stop until you are cured of //all// your ails and are safe back home. I know I disagreed with your choice to come here…but seeing how it is, maybe there really is something here to help you. Even I can feel how…magical it is. Tomorrow I will scour every bit of this shrine to find anything that may help you." Your heart swells as you smile up at him and realize only now that he is still bent over you. He looks tired and stressed, but his eyes glimmer when they meet yours. Oswin clears his throat. "Let me…tuck another pillow behind you and I'll leave you to sleep." You nod. Though there are pillows everywhere else around you, he aims for one in the center of the head of the bed on your left side. Oswin is cautious of your wounded arm, but the motion brings his body close to yours. <<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>Heat pools in your face and the tops of your ears.<<else>>Your heart kicks up and excitement pulls at your gut.<</if>> He slowly tucks the new pillow behind you, urging you to lean up as he gently slips it in with the others, nearly making your chests touch. Once you relax again, now even more comfortable, Oswin stays close. You're effectively pinned in between his arms on the bed, and he's staring into your eyes. If you sat up just a bit more, your lips would touch. "You…your eyes…" he whispers and then swallows hard as he continues to stare at you. His hair falls, covering his brow. You gently reach with your right hand and sweep his hair back. His eyes shut. "I'll…leave you to rest now," he says, sounding strained and looking as though that is the last thing he wants to do. You smile up at him, allowing him to retreat. "Goodnight, Oswin." "Sleep well, Ravi<<if $mc is 'Ravi'>>.<<else>>, er, $mc…sorry.<</if>>" He stands and watches you for a moment. Your eyes are barely open as you watch back with a weak grin until everything goes dark.<<else>>Oswin sighs heavily. "I'm sorry this happened to you," he says softly. <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"It's okay, you don't need to apologize. It's not as if you are the one who hurt me." You give him a placid smile.<<else>>"Oh yes, because you caused me to be swept away into a landslide. I forgot that you controlled the rains and mountains." You tilt your head and give him a grin.<</if>> Oswin sighs. "I've failed you. I should have never let you leave camp." You shake your head. "We all needed to help. You could have left me at camp only to return with me injured anyway or worse." His mouth twists at the thought. "I'll make sure to see you well again, $mc. I won't stop until you are cured of //all// your ails and are safe back home. I know I disagreed with your choice to come here…but seeing how it is, maybe there really is something here to help you. Even I can feel how…magical it is. Tomorrow I will scour every bit of this shrine to find anything that may help you." <<if $Ostat2 is 'friends'>>Your heart warms at his determination.<<elseif $Ostat2 is 'romantic'>>Your heart warms at his determination and is filled with longing.<<elseif $Ostat2 is 'distant'>>There's an odd pull in your gut. You know you need the help right now despite how you feel about him.<<elseif $Ostat2 is 'neutral'>>Your heart warms at his determination.<</if>> "Thank you, Oswin." "I'll…leave you to rest now," he says, sounding strained and looking as though that is the last thing he wants to do. "Goodnight, Oswin." "Sleep well, $mc." He stands and watches you for a moment. Your eyes are barely open as you watch back until everything goes dark. <</if>> [[You sleep deeply.|4.32]]

"Zahn, would you help me get settled?" you ask. $Zcapitalheshe jumps, eyes lighting up with a big smile. "Yeah! I can do that for you!" The other two glance at each other and then bid you goodnight before leaving you in peace. A few of the wolves, including the extra large cream colored one, stay with you, getting comfortable on the floor. Zahn gently guides you to sit on the bed, and then adjust some of the clutter to make a reclined perch on which you can sleep. You balance on your good arm as $Zheshe gingerly lifts and turns your legs onto the bed so you can lay down. Once you are settled, $Zheshe quietly gathers pillows and some random blankets to help keep your left shoulder and arm stationary. <<if $Zflirt >= 10 and $Zphys is true>>Zahn takes a seat on edge of the bed to your right and looks at you sweetly. "I'm glad we decided to come here." "Yeah?" You smile, your eyes heavy with exhaustion. "Mm-hmm, I can feel magic all around us here. I've never felt so much before. I believe in my heart that we'll find a solution for you here." Zahn reaches out and softly puts $Zhisher hand on your right arm. You can't help but feel a little relieved at that. "Maybe…we won't need to see a healer in Codrin after all. Maybe we'll be able to just resupply and go home." Zahn leans closer and lowers $Zhisher voice. "You know…the magic here is a little odd, but all magic sort of is." "Yeah? How so?" "It's…a bit like people. Magic from a place or person may feel similar, but it's never truly the same. And it behaves differently, like it does what it wants." Zahn scoots even closer, leaning down near your face, blue eyes just as bright as always. You chuckle. "What does it want then?" $Zcapitalheshe shrugs. "I don't know, but since we've been here, some of it is drawn to you." Your eyes widen. "Drawn? To me? Why would that happen? I don't even feel anything…magical." You pause, you also hadn't felt the magic from your curse that branded you either… A wan smile spreads on Zahn's lips. "I don't know. Maybe…it wants to help - knows that you seek it. Maybe…" Zahn's hand comes up and $Zhisher fingertips trace along your jaw<<if $fullbeard or $trimbeard or $stubble>>, and you feel the gentle tousling of your facial hair<</if>>. "....Things are just drawn to you. Like moths to firelight." <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"Maybe…but I don't know why I'd draw things in, especially magic. It might just be coincidence."<<else>>"I hope these moths don't eat me or my clothes." You give a cheeky smile.<</if>> <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>Zahn runs a hand down your neck and you feel a soothing chill. "I can say from experience that's not the case, but I don't know exactly why."<<else>>Zahn stoops to a hair's breadth of your face and whispers. "I wouldn't blame them for wanting a taste."<</if>> <<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>Your face flushes with a mix of shyness and want.<<else>>Your heart begins to race with playful desire.<</if>> <<else>> Zahn takes a seat on edge of the bed to your right and looks at you sweetly. "I'm glad we decided to come here." "Yeah?" You smile, your eyes heavy with exhaustion. "Mm-hmm, I can feel magic all around us here. I've never felt so much before. I believe in my heart that we'll find a solution for you here." Zahn clasps $Zhisher hands together. You can't help but feel a little relieved at that. "Maybe…we won't need to see a healer in Codrin after all. Maybe we'll be able to just resupply and go home." Zahn leans over slightly and lowers $Zhisher voice. "You know…the magic here is a little odd, but all magic sort of is." "Yeah? How so?" "It's…a bit like people. Magic from a place or person may feel similar, but it's never truly the same. And it behaves differently and almost does what it wants." Zahn blue eyes are just as bright as always, filled with wonder. You chuckle. "What does it want then?" $Zcapitalheshe shrugs. "I don't know, but since we've been here, some of it is being drawn to you." Your eyes widen. "Drawn? To me? Why would that happen? I don't even feel anything…magical." You pause, you also hadn't felt the magic from your curse that branded you either… A wan smile spreads on Zahn's lips. "I don't know. Maybe…it wants to help - knows that you seek it. Maybe…" Zahn's hand comes up and cups $Zhisher chin in thought. "....Things are just drawn to you. Like moths to firelight." <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"Maybe…but I don't know why I'd draw things in, especially magic. It might just be coincidence."<<else>>"I hope these moths don't eat me or my clothes." You give a cheeky smile.<</if>> <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>Zahn's eyes brighten with mirth. "I can say from experience that's not the case, but I don't know exactly why."<<else>>Zahn's eyes brighten with mirth as $Zheshe whispers. "I wouldn't blame them for wanting a taste."<</if>> <<if $Zphys is true>><<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>Your face flushes with a mix of shyness and want.<<else>>Your heart begins to race with playful desire.<</if>><<else>>You roll your eyes.<</if>> <</if>> "Now then," Zahn says as $Zheshe pops up from $Zhisher seat. "I will let you sleep. Rest easy and leave the searching to us tomorrow, okay? Just focus on feeling better." Zahn pulls a blanket over you and up to your chest and bids you goodnight. You stare for a moment after the abrupt exit, now more curious about the pilgrim. Your eyes are barely open for long until everything goes dark. [[You sleep deeply.|4.32]]

"Duri, would you mind helping me get settled? This is your room after all…" you ask. Duri's face lights up. "I would be delighted." Oswin hesitates, but Zahn gently tugs on his sleeve and nods with a smile before turning to wink at you. They exit the room with Oswin looking back at you with a worried expression. Gently guiding you to sit on the bed, Duri snickers. "I'm tempted to ask you to scream just to see what he would do…" <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>You shake your head. "I don't think that would be very funny."<<else>>You snort. "I'd be interested to see how long you survive after that stunt."<</if>> Duri gives you an exaggerated pout, but seems to move on from the idea quickly. "Apologies, you must want my //full// attention. I shan't be talking about the dashing swordsman any longer. I want your mind on ''me'', $mc." $Dcapitalheshe gives you a toothy grin. You notice then that several of the wolves that followed you to the house, including the extra large cream colored one, stay with you. They get comfortable on the floor, though some look at the bed with curiosity. You think you might know where all the fur comes from. Duri adjusts some of the clutter to make a reclined perch on which you can sleep. You balance on your good arm as $Dheshe gingerly lifts and turns your legs onto the bed so you can lay down. Once you are settled, $Dheshe quickly gathers pillows and some random blankets to help keep your left shoulder and arm stationary. Then, Duri crawls into bed with you on the other side kneeling at your left side at the center of the mattress. You eye $Dhimher cautiously, wondering what $Dheshe might be up to. "So…" Duri says. "Who //usually// tucks you in at night?" You shake your head. "I usually tuck myself in actually." "Really?" Duri leans back, looking surprised. "I'd imagine you wouldn't want for suitors to see you to bed, sweet lamb." <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>You smile a bit at the thought of home. "It's hardly the time to speak on such things, but I dwell with my parents. It has been many years since they tucked me into bed."<<else>>"I don't believe that is information that you really need to know about me. I live with my parents and am perfectly capable of seeing to my own bedtime, thank you."<</if>> Duri smiles and leans to hover over you a bit. "Apologies, I tend to be nosy. You tickle my interest." $Dcapitalheshe pulls a blanket up over you, but stays where $Dheshe is. "But, seeing as how I'll be keeping tabs on you until your debt is settled…we'll have some time to get to know each other." You shake your head at the playful demigod who then fusses over more pillows to give you, tucking some around your bad arm to keep it still. A couple wolves come up to the bedside and give you a sniff with tails wagging. They are much more like dogs than you expected. "They like you." Duri says, sitting back down. "And not just because I told them to not eat you." You look up at $Dhimher. "I was thinking they were more interested in the fact that I'm in their bed." Duir chuckles. "That too. Me and the others sometimes pile up on here to sleep. Just depends. They don't all like to cuddle, though." [[Thank Duri for giving up the bed.|4.31c1]] [[Ask if Duri wants to share the bed for the night.|4.31c2]]

And then your eyes pop open again. You blink a few times, confused. Didn't you just shut your eyes? <<if hasVisited("4.31a")>>Oswin just saw you to bed…<</if>><<if hasVisited("4.31b")>>Zahn just saw you to bed…<</if>><<if hasVisited("4.31c")>>Duri just saw you to bed…<</if>> But now there is light streaming in through all the windows…and through parts of the ceiling. You blink a few more times and realize that you don't feel so tired. You must have slept so deeply that it was like blinking. You turn your head to the opposite corner of the bed where a smiling demigod is kneeling and watching you. The large cream colored wolf is sprawled out on the other side of the bed watching you with kind eyes. A fox is at your feet, head tilted in curiosity. "Good afternoon!" Duri chirps. You try to sit up and immediately regret it as pain shoots through you. The wolf whines, but the fox appears to be unmoved by your plight. "Afternoon?" you reply. "We tried to wake you a couple times not long ago, but you didn't budge. I have water, food, and medicine for you." Duri hops up and goes to a table at the other side of the room. $Dcapitalheshe comes to your bedside with a tray in hand and sets it on your legs so $Dheshe can adjust your pillows to allow you to sit up. The motion is painful, but tolerable. Once you're presented with your tray, you drink first and then dig into yet another simple porridge. They are feeding you so many oats and grains that you are beginning to feel like a horse. Duri kneels on the floor at your side as you eat, the wolf coming along $Dhisher side so it appears you have an audience. "How did you sleep?" Duri asks. "I suppose fine…it was like I didn't even…it was like I blinked and it was daytime. But I feel rested." "You haven't even moved. Oswin got restless, so he and Zahn set out to explore and dig around for something to heal you up. So, you're with me today. You shouldn't move around too much though, but I'll guide you around." You nod as you chew. "So…" Duri leans closer. "The magic here seems to sort of…like you. I noticed it last night, but it's very noticeable now. You don't seem to be a magic user. Are you related to one maybe?<<if $eyecolor is 'purple'>> I sort of wondered because of the color of your eyes.<</if>>" "I don't know. I never knew my birth parents." "Oh…. Well, either you have some unique magical lineage that the magic likes, or it might just pity you." Duri shrugs. "Can magic really do that?" "It does whatever it wants, I think. The way I experience it is different from others, even among gods my abilities are just different. There are other shapeshifters like me, but they're rare and probably all dead, that's usually how it goes." "Rare? Being a demigod isn't rare enough?" Duri smiles and rocks back and forth. "Yeah! Shapeshifting is one of the stranger ways magic manifests, and it's something that only demigods were able to do. As far as I know at least, I've only met a couple others in my lifetime." "So…" You swallow a spoonful of porridge. "Can you change back into a wolf now?" Duri shakes $Dhisher head. "Probably not for a few more days. Once I'm rested, I can shift back and forth as much as it pleases you. Why? You want another ride?" <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>You shake your head.<<else>>You flick some of your water at Duri, who playfully sticks $Dhisher tongue out at you.<</if>> "So what made you so tired if you can shift so easily?" you ask. You think you see a small tint of color on Duri's cheeks as $Dheshe begins tracing the lines of the floor with $Dhisher fingernails. "Even I can get hurt, $mc. The only reason I walked out of that so easily is that my internal magic was able to heal my wounds a lot faster than you'd be able to." You meet Duri's bright honey eyes realizing that when $Dheshe tried to save you, $Dheshe likely received injuries much like your own. "I didn't realize you got hurt…" Duri shrugs. "Hurt is relative when you heal as fast as I do," $Dheshe says and then gives you a wink. <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>"Still Duri…don't push aside the fact that you were hurt. It still matters, even if you're a demigod. You still feel pain," you say in rebuttal.<<else>>"Duri, don't try to ignore that you were injured. You should have spoke up."<</if>> Duri gawks at you a moment before waving a hand. "I'm fine, don't get so bent out of shape…well //more// bent out of shape. Anyway, you should get that down so I can take you for a little walk." You hear several yips, barks, and whines from downstairs and Duri covers $Dhisher mouth. [[You suppose wolves enjoy walks just as much as dogs do.|4.33]]

You tip your head to Duri. "Thank you for giving me your bed. I truly appreciate that you've welcomed us here." Duri sits back and gawks at you for a moment. "It's…think nothing of it. Just good manners." $Dcapitalheshe shrugs. "You strike me as the type to forgo manners when it suits you." "Also true," Duri says and then chuckles. "So, since no one regularly sees you to bed each night, how would you like me to wish you a pleasant sleep?" "Huh?" You quirk an eyebrow. "As far as I am aware, it suffices to simply say 'goodnight' to someone." "No, no." Duri shakes $Dhisher head. "Words are fine, but do you want anything else? I suppose hugs are off the table for now…what else do people do? Oh, kiss! Goodnight kiss? Or a head-pat, I like those." You stare back in bemusement. Duri looks as if $Dhisher tail will pop out at any moment and begin to wag. $Dcapitalheshe is so odd at times that you wonder how much $Dheshe is actually around people. $flirt_label [[Accept a goodnight kiss.|4.31c1a]] [[Simply saying goodnight is fine by you.|4.31c1b]] $flirt_label [[A little head pat sounds sweet…|4.31c1c]]

<<if $ReservedOutgoing > 49>>You feel a little bit awkward about it, but you don't mind Duri and this bed is huge. There's ample room for the both of you plus most of the wolves that are scattered around you. "Well…I appreciate the use of your bed…but I'd hate to rob you of it. If you'd like to sleep here, there's plenty of space and I wouldn't mind."<<else>>You smile wide, at least as much as you can considering your exhaustion. "Why don't we just share the bed? I'm thankful that you're letting us in your home as it is and this bed is easily big enough for all of us…What do you think?<</if>> Duri's eyes go wide. "Really? I could…you'd let me?" You nod. "//Sleep// next to me, yes." "That sounds like fun! Yes, let's do that." Duri then lifts $Dhisher head towards the entryway and yells, "$mc is letting me sleep in here tonight, make yourselves at home!" All the wolves look up at $Dhimher. You hear a commotion from downstairs and hear Oswin raise his voice for a moment before being muffled as Zahn begins to advocate for your choice and they go quiet again. Duri sits back and gawks at you for a moment. "You're so sweet. Once you are well again, we should…we could cuddle!" You shake your head. "We'll see" "So, since no one regularly sees you to bed each night, how would you like me to wish you a pleasant sleep?" "Huh?" You quirk an eyebrow. "As far as I am aware, it suffices to simply say 'goodnight' to someone." "No, no." Duri shakes $Dhisher head. "Words are fine, but do you want anything else? I suppose hugs are off the table for now…what else do people do? Oh, kiss! Goodnight kiss? Or a head-pat, I like those." You stare back in bemusement. Duri looks as if $Dhisher tail will pop out at any moment and begin to wag. $Dcapitalheshe is so odd at times that you wonder how much $Dheshe is around people. $flirt_label [[Accept a goodnight kiss.|4.31c2a]] [[Simply saying goodnight is fine by you.|4.31c2b]] $flirt_label [[A little head pat sounds sweet…|4.31c2c]]

<<set $Dflirt +=5>> <<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>A nervous flutter takes your heart for a moment. Quietly you say, "A goodnight kiss would be fine."<<else>>An excited flutter dances through your heart. "A kiss goodnight would be lovely," you say.<</if>> Duri gives you a warm smile and wastes no time in leaning over you, careful of your wounded shoulder. You suppose that you shouldn't be surprised that $Dheshe wastes no time in the matter. After hovering face to face for a moment, Duri brings $Dhisher lips to your cheek for a slow and sweet kiss. It's over before you even realize, but $Dheshe stays nose to nose with you, looking deeply into your eyes. "Goodnight, $mc," $Dheshe says softly and then moves to get off the bed. A couple of the wolves follow Duri as $Dheshe makes to leave. "Goodnight, Duri," you return as your eyes suddenly get very heavy. [[You're not even sure if you manage to watch Duri leave the room before your eyes slip closed.|4.32]]

With eyes heavy with the need for sleep, you simply give $Dhimher a polite smile. "A traditional goodnight wish is more than sufficient, Duri." "Then, I wish you the best of nights, $mc, and the sweetest of dreams." $Dheshe says softly and then moves to get off the bed. A couple of the wolves follow Duri as $Dheshe makes to leave. "Goodnight, Duri," you return as your eyes suddenly get very heavy. [[You're not even sure if you manage to watch Duri leave the room before your eyes slip closed.|4.32]]

<<set $Dflirt +=3>> <<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>A nervous flutter takes your heart for a moment. Quietly you say, "I guess a little pat would be fine."<<else>>An excited flutter dances through your heart. "A pat on the head would be sweet," you say.<</if>> Duri gives you a warm smile and wastes no time in leaning over you slightly, careful of your wounded shoulder. You suppose that you shouldn't be surprised that $Dheshe wastes no time in the matter. After hovering a hand in the air above you for a moment, Duri lightly pats the top of your head, a wide smile spread over $Dhisher lips. With great gentleness, $Dheshe runs $Dhisher fingers along your hair. <<if $totalgrey is "yes">>"You know...I've never met another young person with hair that matches mine. I think now I understand why people stare at it. It's so lovely on you. Sort of mysterious.... I wonder if this is how people see mine?" You're a little taken off guard. <<if $greyokay is true>>The greying of your hair doesn't really bother you, and you get the odd compliment about it sometimes.<<else>>It's a little difficult to stomach the compliments you get about your grey hair. You've still never quite made peace with it.<</if>> But Duri seems to be more than enamored by it. "My hair...used to be $haircolor. I went grey early." Duri lights up a bit. "Me too, sort of. Mine was this really pretty dark brown. It turned grey when I began shifting into a wolf. I was upset for a while, especially since mama had black hair and we sort of looked alike until then. It was so sudden that I cried for days." Duri chuckles. "Maybe it's the advantage of time, but my mother loved it so I grew to love it too." <<if $greyokay is false>>"Maybe there's hope for me then...to make peace with it," you say with a frown. "And maybe I can help with that?" Duri smiles warmly at you.<<else>>"I came to appreciate mine as well. It's unique, and it catches the light quite nicely." "It suits you." Duri smiles warmly.<</if>> "Thank you, Duri," you say softly.<<elseif $totalgrey is "no">>"I like your strands of grey," Duri muses, seeming enamored. "Reminds me of my hair. I haven't met other young people with grey hairs like this. You're a little surprised to hear the comment. <<if $greyokay is true>>The greying of your hair doesn't really bother you, and you get the odd compliment about it sometimes.<<else>>It's a little difficult to stomach the compliments you get about your grey hair. You've still never quite made peace with it.<</if>> But Duri seems to be entranced by it. "My hair...used to be $haircolor. I started going grey early. I don't know if it will stop at just these patches or if it will eventually turn all my hair." Duri lights up a bit. "Me too, sort of. Mine was this really pretty dark brown. It started turning grey when I began shifting into a wolf. I was upset for a while, especially since mama had black hair and we sort of looked alike until then. It was so sudden that I cried for days." Duri chuckles. "Maybe it's the advantage of time, but my mother loved it so I grew to love it too." <<if $greyokay is false>>"Maybe there's hope for me then...to make peace with it," you say with a frown. "And maybe I can help with that?" Duri smiles warmly at you.<<else>>"I came to appreciate mine as well. It's unique, and the strands catch the light quite nicely, they sort of shimmer." "It suits you." Duri smiles warmly.<</if>> "Thank you, Duri," you say softly.<<else>>"Your hair is so nice," Duri muses suddenly. "<<if $hairtexture is "frizzy">>It's sort of...poofy? It reminds me of a friend's. I don't think it likes how humid the forest is, but I like it a lot.<<elseif $hairtexture is "straight">>It's like mine, so of course it's lovely. But yours feels...softer, I think. I just want to keep running my fingers in it.<<elseif $hairtexture is "wavy">>It's so...whooshy? Like water. It's more fun than mine, you look like an art piece no matter which angle I stare at you from.<<elseif $hairtexture is "loosely curled">>It's so springy but like flowy too! How does it do that? My mama wrapped things in her hair sometimes and it would look like this after.<<elseif $hairtexture is "tightly curled">>It's sort of poofy but also so springy! It reminds me of a friend's, but yours is way more fun. I want to get tangled up in it...<</if>>" "Thank you," you say. "I think. "Yours is nice too. There aren't a lot of people our age with silver hair." You pause a moment, unsure of how old Duri actually is. Maybe that was normal for gods and demigods? $Dcapitalheshe shrugs. "It started going grey once I began shifting into my wolf form. I cried about it at first. It used to be really dark brown, and since mama's was black I always thought we looked alike. When it changed, I didn't want to stop looking like her. She loved it though, so then I started to as well. You nod. "Understandable. It's probably pretty shocking for it to happen suddenly. I don't know how I'd feel about that if it happened to me. <<if $haircolor is "white">>Duri raises an eyebrow. "Your hair is //white//. Was it always white then?" "Yeah," you say. "I don't know why, I think I'm the only one in my village with white hair like this. A lot of people used to stare, and a few still do, but I get compliments a lot too." "When I was little, we had a priest who had white hair. <<if $eyecolor is "purple">>He had eyes kinda like yours too.<<else>>He even had light purple eyes.<</if>> I always thought he was pretty, and he was kind to me. He told me that his mama and grandmama looked the same, maybe it's like that with you too." You nod. "Could be..."<<else>>Duri tilts $Dhisher head and studies you for a moment. "You would still look good with grey hair. For sure. But, I like the $haircolor too." "Yeah?" $Dcapitalheshe nods. "Reminds me of <<if $haircolor is "brown">>trees and rich soil, stuff that always makes me think of home.<<elseif $haircolor is "black">>the night sky, and my mama too, of course. She had the same color.<<elseif $haircolor is "blond">>sunshine of course, and gold jewelry.<<elseif $haircolor is "red">>flowers, especially roses, they always make me think of home.<<elseif $haircolor is "ginger">>foxes, cute ones, maybe that's why you look so clever.<<elseif $haircolor is "auburn">>of-" Duri goes still for a moment with an odd look on $Dhisher face before continuing. "Soil with bl- clay...with clay mixed in, and the bark from the ancient trees, it's like a red-brown too." The strange look fades and is quickly replace with a grin.<</if>> You touch your hair. "Oh, thank you, I'm glad you like it."<<if $haircolor is "auburn">> You can't shake the feeling that Duri thought of something unpleasant when trying to compare the color of your hair to something...familiar to $Dhimher. It's obvious what, but it's not your place to ask about it right now, probably.<</if>><</if>><</if>> "I should let you sleep now.... Goodnight, $mc," $Dheshe says softly and then moves to get off the bed. A couple of the wolves follow Duri as $Dheshe makes to leave. "Goodnight, Duri," you return as your eyes suddenly get very heavy. [[You're not even sure if you manage to watch Duri leave the room before your eyes slip closed.|4.32]]

<<set $Dflirt +=5>> <<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>A nervous flutter takes your heart for a moment. Quietly you say, "A goodnight kiss would be fine."<<else>>An excited flutter dances through your heart. "A kiss goodnight would be lovely," you say.<</if>> Duri gives you a warm smile and wastes no time in leaning over you, careful of your wounded shoulder. You suppose that you shouldn't be surprised that $Dheshe wastes no time in the matter. After hovering face to face for a moment, Duri brings $Dhisher lips to your cheek for a slow and sweet kiss. It's over before you even realize, but $Dheshe stays nose to nose with you, looking deeply into your eyes. "Goodnight, $mc," $Dheshe says softly and then moves to the other side of the bed, flopping down on one side and propping $Dhisher head up on one arm. "Goodnight, Duri," you return as your eyes suddenly get very heavy. [[You're not even sure how long you're able to watch Duri before your eyes slip closed.|4.32]]

With eyes heavy with the need for sleep, you simply give $Dhimher a polite smile. "A traditional goodnight wish is more than sufficient, Duri." "Then, I wish you the best of nights, $mc, and the sweetest of dreams." $Dheshe says softly and then moves to the other side of the bed, flopping down on one side and propping $Dhisher head up on one arm. "Goodnight, Duri," you return as your eyes suddenly get very heavy. [[You're not even sure how long you're able to watch Duri before your eyes slip closed.|4.32]]

<<set $Dflirt +=3>> <<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>A nervous flutter takes your heart for a moment. Quietly you say, "I guess a little pat would be fine."<<else>>An excited flutter dances through your heart. "A pat on the head would be sweet," you say.<</if>> Duri gives you a warm smile and wastes no time in leaning over you slightly, careful of your wounded shoulder. You suppose that you shouldn't be surprised that $Dheshe wastes no time in the matter. After hovering a hand in the air above you for a moment, Duri lightly pats the top of your head, a wide smile spread over $Dhisher lips. With great gentleness, $Dheshe runs $Dhisher fingers along your hair. <<if $totalgrey is "yes">>"You know...I've never met another young person with hair that matches mine. I think now I understand why people stare at it. It's so lovely on you. Sort of mysterious.... I wonder if this is how people see mine?" You're a little taken off guard. <<if $greyokay is true>>The greying of your hair doesn't really bother you, and you get the odd compliment about it sometimes.<<else>>It's a little difficult to stomach the compliments you get about your grey hair. You've still never quite made peace with it.<</if>> But Duri seems to be more than enamored by it. "My hair...used to be $haircolor. I went grey early." Duri lights up a bit. "Me too, sort of. Mine was this really pretty dark brown. It turned grey when I began shifting into a wolf. I was upset for a while, especially since mama had black hair and we sort of looked alike until then. It was so sudden that I cried for days." Duri chuckles. "Maybe it's the advantage of time, but my mother loved it so I grew to love it too." <<if $greyokay is false>>"Maybe there's hope for me then...to make peace with it," you say with a frown. "And maybe I can help with that?" Duri smiles warmly at you.<<else>>"I came to appreciate mine as well. It's unique, and it catches the light quite nicely." "It suits you." Duri smiles warmly.<</if>> "Thank you, Duri," you say softly.<<elseif $totalgrey is "no">>"I like your strands of grey," Duri muses, seeming enamored. "Reminds me of my hair. I haven't met other young people with grey hairs like this. You're a little surprised to hear the comment. <<if $greyokay is true>>The greying of your hair doesn't really bother you, and you get the odd compliment about it sometimes.<<else>>It's a little difficult to stomach the compliments you get about your grey hair. You've still never quite made peace with it.<</if>> But Duri seems to be entranced by it. "My hair...used to be $haircolor. I started going grey early. I don't know if it will stop at just these patches or if it will eventually turn all my hair." Duri lights up a bit. "Me too, sort of. Mine was this really pretty dark brown. It started turning grey when I began shifting into a wolf. I was upset for a while, especially since mama had black hair and we sort of looked alike until then. It was so sudden that I cried for days." Duri chuckles. "Maybe it's the advantage of time, but my mother loved it so I grew to love it too." <<if $greyokay is false>>"Maybe there's hope for me then...to make peace with it," you say with a frown. "And maybe I can help with that?" Duri smiles warmly at you.<<else>>"I came to appreciate mine as well. It's unique, and the strands catch the light quite nicely, they sort of shimmer." "It suits you." Duri smiles warmly.<</if>> "Thank you, Duri," you say softly.<<else>>"Your hair is so nice," Duri muses suddenly. "<<if $hairtexture is "frizzy">>It's sort of...poofy? It reminds me of a friend's. I don't think it likes how humid the forest is, but I like it a lot.<<elseif $hairtexture is "straight">>It's like mine, so of course it's lovely. But yours feels...softer, I think. I just want to keep running my fingers in it.<<elseif $hairtexture is "wavy">>It's so...whooshy? Like water. It's more fun than mine, you look like an art piece no matter which angle I stare at you from.<<elseif $hairtexture is "loosely curled">>It's so springy but like flowy too! How does it do that? My mama wrapped things in her hair sometimes and it would look like this after.<<elseif $hairtexture is "tightly curled">>It's sort of poofy but also so springy! It reminds me of a friend's, but yours is way more fun. I want to get tangled up in it...<</if>>" "Thank you," you say. "I think. "Yours is nice too. There aren't a lot of people our age with silver hair." You pause a moment, unsure of how old Duri actually is. Maybe that was normal for gods and demigods? $Dcapitalheshe shrugs. "It started going grey once I began shifting into my wolf form. I cried about it at first. It used to be really dark brown, and since mama's was black I always thought we looked alike. When it changed, I didn't want to stop looking like her. She loved it though, so then I started to as well. You nod. "Understandable. It's probably pretty shocking for it to happen suddenly. I don't know how I'd feel about that if it happened to me. <<if $haircolor is "white">>Duri raises an eyebrow. "Your hair is //white//. Was it always white then?" "Yeah," you say. "I don't know why, I think I'm the only one in my village with white hair like this. A lot of people used to stare, and a few still do, but I get compliments a lot too." "When I was little, we had a priest who had white hair. <<if $eyecolor is "purple">>He had eyes kinda like yours too.<<else>>He even had light purple eyes.<</if>> I always thought he was pretty, and he was kind to me. He told me that his mama and grandmama looked the same, maybe it's like that with you too." You nod. "Could be..."<<else>>Duri tilts $Dhisher head and studies you for a moment. "You would still look good with grey hair. For sure. But, I like the $haircolor too." "Yeah?" $Dcapitalheshe nods. "Reminds me of <<if $haircolor is "brown">>trees and rich soil, stuff that always makes me think of home.<<elseif $haircolor is "black">>the night sky, and my mama too, of course. She had the same color.<<elseif $haircolor is "blond">>sunshine of course, and gold jewelry.<<elseif $haircolor is "red">>flowers, especially roses, they always make me think of home.<<elseif $haircolor is "ginger">>foxes, cute ones, maybe that's why you look so clever.<<elseif $haircolor is "auburn">>of-" Duri goes still for a moment with an odd look on $Dhisher face before continuing. "Soil with bl- clay...with clay mixed in, and the bark from the ancient trees, it's like a red-brown too." The strange look fades and is quickly replace with a grin.<</if>> You touch your hair. "Oh, thank you, I'm glad you like it."<<if $haircolor is "auburn">> You can't shake the feeling that Duri thought of something unpleasant when trying to compare the color of your hair to something...familiar to $Dhimher. It's obvious what, but it's not your place to ask about it right now, probably.<</if>><</if>><</if>> "I should let you sleep now.... Goodnight, $mc," $Dheshe says softly and then moves to the other side of the bed, flopping down and propping $Dhisher head up on one arm. "Goodnight, Duri," you return as your eyes suddenly get very heavy. [[You're not even sure how long you're able to watch Duri before your eyes slip closed.|4.32]]

Once your pain medicine kicks in and you've finished your meal, it still takes a while for you to get up and moving. Your muscles are extremely stiff, a reminder that the medicine keeps you from feeling the full extent of your injuries. Duri allows you some privacy to clean up, providing you a bucket of water and cloth<<if $shoulderpuncture is true>>, as well as some supplies to change the bandage on your wound<</if>>. It will have to suffice until you can find a decent bath. There's even a good sized mirror for you to use, though time hasn't treated it very well. For the first time you're able to see the damage you took from the landslide. A massive bloom of purple sits over the right side of your ribs. It appears to originate from your back. The area around your wounded shoulder is also angry and swollen. Red and purple vie for dominance across the whole area. <<if $shoulderpuncture is true>>You grimace at the sight as you peel back the old bandage. Oswin was right, it's already infected. If you are not careful, an infection will kill you quicker than the curse can. Thankfully you have a salve to keep it at bay.<<else>>The amount of swelling is alarming, and makes your stomach turn. Your body just does not look right and it's unnerving. You can't lift your left arm either, but the pain keeps you from trying much with it. It worries you that the damage may be irreparable.<</if>> Other than that, you are dotted with bruises all over and have many scraps and cuts. Once you are as clean and ready as you can get, you very slowly make your way down the stairs. The large wolf that has clung to you so far stays at your side. Duri meets you, pleased that you managed to make it downstairs yourself, but laments that $Dheshe wasn't called on for a ride. You suppose you will never hear the end of that. $Dcapitalheshe takes you outside so that you can see the village and shrine in the full light of the sun. It honestly does not look much different, but you can better see the effects of age on the buildings and grounds. Duri begins to lead you up a hill to the right of the house you're staying in towards the big red building, which you guess is the shrine proper. Several wolves crowd around Duri, but the cream one stays at your side. By the time you reach the shrine, you are winded, and need to sit to catch your air. One of the small wolves suddenly darts off back towards the house and returns moments later with a waterskin for you. You grab it looking at Duri in wonder. "How did he do that?" you ask and then take a drink. Duri beams with pride. "They're all very smart." "Yeah?" "Well, I tell them things and they listen." You eye the spunky little wolf that Duri is petting for a job well done. "But you didn't say anything…" "I don't need to. I can just…think it, I guess." You just stare. Duri snorts a laugh. "Listen, I don't really know //how// it works, I was never good at that part of magic. I just //do// things. It comes naturally. I didn't even know I could shift into a wolf until I just did it accidentally one day." $Dcapitalheshe starts to laugh. "You should have seen my…" You listen but Duri's face goes blank and $Dheshe acts like $Dheshe wasn't telling you something. "Anyway," Duri continues. "As long as it's simple things, I can direct and command them. Like, I could go have them get things that they know about or find familiar smells, but I can't make them understand or recognize things they wouldn't already know." "And they have to listen to you?" "Nope, they //choose// to. I don't know if I can force them to do anything, but I don't want to find out. Almost all the wolves of this forest know and trust me. I can connect with other wolves or dogs in the same way, but I've found the less they know me, the less willing they are to help me." You nod. "Makes sense. So, can you send commands to other animals?" Duri thinks a moment. "Some of the foxes listen to me…Raccoons definitely not, but they're a lot of fun that way. I tried a cat once…it attacked me." <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"I suppose cats would be a natural limitation for you."<<else>>"Can't imagine why." You chuckle.<</if>> [[Once you've caught your breath, Duri invites you inside.|4.34]]

You have to trek through an abundance of overgrown vines, flowers, and bushes to make it to the double doors to get in, but once inside you are completely taken aback. It's incredibly empty. Your steps and the clack of wolf claws echo all around you. The large entryway is devoid of decorations or furnishings. Only a ruined statue sits in the middle of the room with another set of double doors on the other side. The light-colored wood floor is in good shape for its age and the walls are dingy but mostly intact. You reach out and run your hand along the unusually smooth surface of a wall. It's cold to the touch and very hard. Marble. The walls are clad in marble. You wipe away untold years of dust and cobwebs to see the woven splashes of greys and tans swirled within the white stone with flecks of gold.<<if $interest is 'woodin'>> In your profession, you've done little stonework, but you are not ignorant of the scale and cost of work that would go into just one wall. It is little wonder why the building is in better shape than the rest if this is the scope of materials used to build it. The marble must have come from far into the north. The effort to mine it and bring it here would have been immense.<</if>> "In Valko's heyday, his followers meant business." You eye the crumbled statue. "They invested in marble walls, but couldn't make a quality statue?" Duri snorts. "No, that was me…I, uh, tripped." $Dcapitalheshe shrugs and continues to walk to another set of double doors and throw them open. "There isn't much here anymore, but you are welcome to poke around. There was an apothecary…somewhere - it may have the potions that would help you." You look at the statue again, crumbled beyond recognition, as Duri trots off through the doors. [[You've got questions.|4.35]]

Duri lets you wonder as you please through the maze of rooms in the shrine. $Dcapitalheshe gives you no direction, so you set off alone down the right side of the massive hallway that appears to span the whole building. You peek into every room one by one and are perplexed that you find almost no furnishings aside from the occasional table or chair. You think that many of these rooms were probably bedrooms, though it's difficult to tell for sure. Where would all the furniture even be? Was the shrine raided? Who would steal an enormous amount of furniture for a building this size? There's barely evidence that people once dwelt here. Bedrooms with no beds. A library with no books. Two dining rooms each with broken tables and no chairs, and a kitchen with nothing but a well and fireplace inside. [[This shrine is only full of echos.|4.36]]

As you exit the last room in your slow but steady exploration of the first hall, Duri'naan is waiting for you, leaning against the wall with $Dhisher arms crossed. "Did you find anything, lambchop?" Duri asks and then grins at you, not looking overly friendly, but perhaps a bit strained. "Where //is// everything? This building is huge and there's nothing in it," you answer with clear exasperation in your tone. "You picked the most boring place to start for one, but it is mostly empty everywhere else. When the shrine was abandoned, the priests and priestesses took anything they'd need to start a life in the city." Duri moves from the wall and waves at you to follow, walking slowly so that you can keep up. "So, after the war between the gods?" "...Sort of, more like during," Duri answers quietly. "So-" "I think it's time I got to ask a question." Duri turns $Dhisher head at you with a small smile, another one that feels out of place from the others $Dheshe has shown you. "Okay…" "What are you looking for?" Duri asks, scooting over to walk closer to you. You're quiet for a moment as you think. How much should you tell $Dhimher? How would Duri react? If you fess up about your curse, would that increase your odds of finding a way to break it? [[Dance around the question.|4.36a][$RecklessCautious to Math.clamp($RecklessCautious - 7, 0, 100)]] [[Lie and distract your way out of it.|4.36b][$RecklessCautious to Math.clamp($RecklessCautious + 7, 0, 100)]] $flirt_label [[Use seduction to change the subject.|4.36c][$RecklessCautious to Math.clamp($RecklessCautious + 7, 0, 100)]]

"Well…" you begin. "I thought that was obvious." "You did?" Duri stops and studies you. You look around, trying to look genuinely confused before meeting Duri's eyes. You gesture to your bad shoulder. "I need something to fix this and my other injuries. A healer might be too slow, and I need to be in the best shape possible before I return home." Duri tilts $Dhisher head, looking every bit of the curious wolf. "There's magic in Codrin too. In fact, there are powerful mage healers that would be the better bet for your situation. Plus…that doesn't exactly answer…" Duri <<if $height is 'verytall'>>looks up at you with a ferocity in $Dhisher eyes.<<elseif $height is 'tall'>>tilts $Dhisher head slightly to look up at you with a ferocity in $Dhisher eyes.<<elseif $height is 'average'>>tilts $Dhisher head slightly to look down toward you with a ferocity in $Dhisher eyes.<<else>>looks down at you with a ferocity in $Dhisher eyes.<</if>> "...why are you in my forest to begin with?" Your $eyecolor gaze can only maintain composure for so long. You know that Duri is already suspicious, hiding it will just make things worse… "I'm sick…" you say, voice falling flat. Duri studies you longer. "Well…you're telling the truth…mostly. Why not see an actual healer then?" "It's not a normal sickness. I've had it since I was a child…it's…it was inflicted on me by a god, apparently." It goes quiet. Deathly quiet. You and Duri stare at each other. The only sound is the occasional shuffling from the cream colored wolf that followed you in. You watch Duri's face closely and find that $Dheshe looks a bit sad. $Dcapitalheshe finally sighs heavily. "Gods were really good for nothing, weren't they…" $Dheshe says and then begins to walk again. [[You scurry to catch up.|4.37]]

"Well, it's not so much a what but a who." The lie rolls off your tongue like water. "Who?" You nod. "Remember earlier when I told you I had never met my birth parents? Well, my mother passed away while birthing me, but I think my father might still be out there. My adoptive fathers have a lead that he may be from Codrin." Duri tilts $Dhisher head, looking every bit of the curious wolf. "So…you take the backroads, which are rarely traveled, through an ancient forest to find this person? Rather than taking the nice big maintained roads between cities where you'll find actual people who could help you…" Duri <<if $height is 'verytall'>>looks up at you with a ferocity in $Dhisher eyes.<<elseif $height is 'tall'>>tilts $Dhisher head slightly to look up at you with a ferocity in $Dhisher eyes.<<elseif $height is 'average'>>tilts $Dhisher head slightly to look down toward you with a ferocity in $Dhisher eyes.<<else>>looks down at you with a ferocity in $Dhisher eyes.<</if>> "Why are you //really// in my forest?" Your $eyecolor gaze can only maintain composure for so long. You know that Duri is already suspicious, hiding it will just make things worse… "I'm sick…" you say, voice falling flat. Duri studies you longer. "Well…you're telling the truth…mostly. Why not go see an actual healer then?" "It's not a normal sickness. I've had it since I was a child…it's…it was inflicted on me by a god, apparently." It goes quiet. Deathly quiet. You and Duri stare at each other. The only sound is the occasional shuffling from the cream colored wolf that followed you in. You watch Duri's face closely and find that $Dheshe looks a bit sad. $Dcapitalheshe finally sighs heavily. "Gods were really good for nothing, weren't they…" $Dheshe says and then begins to walk again. [[You scurry to catch up.|4.37]]

<<set $Dflirt +=4>> <<set $Dbold +=2>> You stare into Duri's honey-brown eyes and feign sweetness. "Honestly…I think I already found what I wanted out of my journey." Duri raises an eyebrow. Using your good arm, you place it against Duri's chest, on $Dhisher collarbone, and gently slide it up towards $Dhisher neck. You lightly tickle the soft and supple flesh there, noticing that it ripples with goosebumps. Duri brings $Dhimselfherself closer to you, pulled in by your allure. "Now that you've found what you //wanted// little lamb, are you sure you can handle it?" You lean in even closer. <<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>You know your face must be as red as the flowers outside, but you press on. "Yes…I think I can."<<else>>"Only one way to find out," you goad.<</if>> Duri brings $Dhisher lips dangerously close to your own, before dipping to the side and moving them to your ear. "You're very cute, $mc, but this isn't going to work," $Dheshe whispers. Duri pulls back and tilts $Dhisher head, looking every bit of the curious wolf. "So…given your failed, but delicious, attempt at distracting me - I know for sure that you're hiding something." Duri <<if $height is 'verytall'>>looks up at you with a ferocity in $Dhisher eyes.<<elseif $height is 'tall'>>tilts $Dhisher head slightly to look up at you with a ferocity in $Dhisher eyes.<<elseif $height is 'average'>>tilts $Dhisher head slightly to look down toward you with a ferocity in $Dhisher eyes.<<else>>looks down at you with a ferocity in $Dhisher eyes.<</if>> "Why are you //really// in my forest?" Your $eyecolor gaze can only maintain composure for so long. You know that Duri is already suspicious, hiding it will just make things worse… "I'm sick…" you say, voice falling flat. Duri studies you longer. "Well…you're telling the truth…mostly. Why not go see an actual healer then?" "It's not a normal sickness. I've had it since I was a child…it's…it was inflicted on me by a god, apparently." It goes quiet. Deathly quiet. You and Duri stare at each other. The only sound is the occasional shuffling from the cream colored wolf that followed you in. You watch Duri's face closely and find that $Dheshe looks a bit sad. $Dcapitalheshe finally sighs heavily. "Gods were really good for nothing, weren't they…" $Dheshe says and then begins to walk again. [[You scurry to catch up.|4.37]]

Duri slows to help you match $Dhisher pace. Without looking at you, $Dheshe continues to speak. "I thought something about you felt off, but not really 'this is a shit person' sort of off." You shake your head. "Sorry for hiding it, but Oswin is paranoid and-" "I mean magically. Apology accepted and all that, but you literally //feel// strange to me. It's a faint sensation, but it's like…when you know something is wrong but you can't quite place what it is. Whatever you have going on, the magic here is drawn to it, and it…" Duri stops and stares at you as if you're a specimen under glass. "It?" you prompt. "Feels familiar in a way, but I don't know why. Either way, there might be something for you here after all." Duri stops at an unassuming door and smiles at you before throwing it open with a flourish. [[You stare inside…|4.38]]

…And see an empty room. You look at Duri who is gazing at you with a cocky smile. You glance at the room again - still nothing. <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>"Is there…is there supposed to be something here?" you ask softly.<<else>>You stare back at $Dhimher. "It's empty."<</if>> "Huh?" Duri's eye go wide and $Dhisher head snaps to the room. "Oh! Sorry." Duri begins to laugh and walks in towards an interior door. "I always forget…" $Dcapitalheshe throws open the other door as you shuffle in. Beyond it is a room full to the ceiling with shelves of bottles, boxes and books. The rich smell of plants, flowers and herbs muddled with mold and dust hits your nose. You take in everything, seeing a couple work tables full of equipment, tools and every size of mortar you could possibly want. <<if $interest is 'healin'>>This is a treasure trove, a veritable paradise of tools and supplies that would make the best healers in the world envious. <</if>>You cough, clutching your good arm around your ribs. Duri comes closer to check on you as you cough from the onslaught of dust and mold before inviting you to step inside. "This was my mother's apothecary. She was a healer," $Dheshe says quietly. "This place hasn't been used in…a very long time, but she had a lot of potions made and stored here. I don't know much about it, and I know some things go bad over time, but if there is anything that will heal you, it will be here." "This is incredible, Duri…" You gawk as you walk by the massive shelves. "She was," $Dheshe says. "Now, I don't remember a lot about what she did, but I will try. She labeled everything, but…it's been so long they may not have lasted. If we don't know what something is, I may be able to sniff out what's inside." Duri leans against a large work table that is full of scales and books to leave you to explore. <<if $interest is 'healin'>>You are suddenly very thankful for your own experience as a healer. There is a veritable mountain of books and bottles to look through here and your chances of identifying something helpful are much higher than if you didn't know anything.<<else>> You are not exactly sure what all you're looking at, but there's a lot here. There must be //something// that can help you. If not with your curse, then for your injuries.<</if>> The demigod stays quiet as you look through each shelf. As you find little phials or bottles with liquid inside, you pull them aside and set them on a table by a window that is relatively clear of clutter. Unfortunately, many of the labels have long since crumbled away or the writing is too faded to read. <<if $interest is 'healin'>>In your search, you recognize several things as well as an array of desiccated herbs neatly organized into a massive shelf at the far end of the room. The plants are so far gone, that a light touch sends them crumbling to dust. After so many years, the aroma is still evident though, and it reminds you a bit of home.<<else>>You don't recognize much, but you find where the scent of herbs is emanating from. A massive shelf at the far end of the room houses a collection of decaying herbs. You try to touch one that you recognize, only to see it crumble to dust. The scent must be ingrained into the walls and furniture even after so many years.<</if>> To have an apothecary this large, Duri's mother must have been a very popular healer. As you look around pick up items of interest, the back of your mind wanders. Duri is ancient by your standards and $Dhisher mother was clearly human… Children are supposed to outlive their parents but it feels odd to you that Duri experienced this to such a degree. You are curious about what it was like to see a parent age - their life slowing until it stopped one day. Your mind goes to your fathers…and you try to shake the feelings away. You need to focus. And you need to find a solution to your curse if you are to be here for them in the years to come. <<if $ReservedOutgoing > 49>>You're not always the social type, but you are are curious about Duri, the shrine, and its healer.<<else>>You're not one to turn down some socializing, and you are getting more curious about Duri and this place.<</if>> "So, your mother was a healer?" "Yeah," Duri says. "Only the best." $Dcapitalhisher voice shines with pride. <<if $interest is 'healin'>>"I've also been working as a healer - started when I was young - and this place is a paradise. I bet it was magnificent to work in. It's cluttered, but I can tell she had it organized to suit her." Duri approaches you suddenly. "You're like her? You help people?" You nod. "Yeah, it's been my passion since I was a kid. My fathers taught me some basic things…and I just loved it and had an aptitude for it…it just stuck." $Dcapitalheshe smiles wide. "She'd like you. She would talk for ages about herbs and ointments…I didn't get it, but I liked going to harvest plants with her. I would sit in here while she worked too. She met with patients in that first room, could listen to what was wrong and come back here and know just what to do for them."<<else>>"My best friend is a healer, he comes from a long line of them. We were both sickly as children, and his father and mother tended to us a lot. I don't know if I would be alive today without his family. I'm eternally thankful to them, as I am sure many were to your mother." Duri comes up to you. "She would have been the same to you. I'm sure if she were here now, she'd know just what to do…She'd like you. <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>Genuine sorts always had a particular appeal to her even if she enjoyed annoying them.<<else>>She was also a fun person and loved to laugh.<</if>> I would sit in here while she worked. She met with patients in that first room, could listen to what was wrong and come back here and know just what to do for them." $Dcapitalheshe smiles big at the memory.<</if>> "She sounds wonderful." Duri begins to poke through the shelves, picking up things, sniffing them and then putting them back. "She was fun, but others got frustrated with her - the way she worked. It was like she had her own little world and language and no one understood it but me. She wasn't like other priestesses - wasn't //proper//." Duri sneers. "Your mother was a priestess?" you ask, suddenly making the connection with Valko. "Yeah, she was the strongest one too. Lots of people thought she was a god herself because magic was so drawn to her. It's still here even." "What is?" "Her magic. The room…" Duri swallows hard. "It feels like her. It smells like her." Duri's eyes go a little wide and $Dheshe suddenly turns on $Dhisher heel and $Dheshe rushes out of the room without another word. Your heart clenches, and you begin to wonder… [[Just how long do you grieve when you say goodbye to those you love?|4.39]]

You let the demigod leave to have some privacy while you keep perusing the rows and rows of shelves. Some bottles you find are broken and in others the contents inside have dried up or molded. You find a jar with something pulsating inside and decide to leave it be. After what feels like an hour or so, you have collected five bottles of mystery liquids that seem viable. You find a collection of phials on which the labels survived, but none of them were recommended for anything other than scrapes and burns. You find a leather satchel to stow your potions in as you scan the room one last time, finding a couple books as well that are in fair shape. Before you get up to leave the room you spot a cabinet next to the large work table Duri had been leaning against. Almost all the shelves here are open, so it draws your attention. It's a simple cabinet, but looks like it was intentionally tucked in a safe place. <<if $interest is 'choppin'>>You recognize the wood it's made from…Papa always called it ironwood and it is so hard and difficult to cut, he also always told you to never waste your energy on it. The trees are rare and are more common the further south you go in Iroda. Not only would it have been difficult to obtain the wood, but forming it into a cabinet would have been a nightmare.<<elseif $interest is 'woodin'>>You recognize the wood it's made from…It's nicknamed ironwood and it is so hard and difficult to cut, you would never waste your energy on it. You sampled a small slab of it once and found that it was a waste of time and good money. Not only would it have been difficult to obtain the wood, but forming it into a cabinet would have been a nightmare.<<elseif $interest is 'tradin'>>You recognize the wood it's made from. It's a rare and a notoriously difficult wood to work with called ironwood. It's also extremely valuable to the right person because of how durable it is, though it is shunned by most woodworkers, including your papa. You've only seen it while working with traders from the southern province.<</if>> You try the door, but find that it is stuck. After some coaxing with your good arm, which still renders you sore, it opens with a loud creak. The metal hinges are in worse shape than the wood. The smell of cedar hits you as you gaze upon the pristine interior of the cabinet. Your instincts tingle, this was a place to keep something important. Something valuable. And in the very back wrapped in a layer of soft cloth is a single bottle. You reach in and carefully pull it out. The red bottle is full of liquid, which is a good sign. It looks untouched and unphased by time and feels warm, almost hot, to the touch. This must be important. There's nothing else left in the cabinet but papers crumbled to dust. You tuck it securely with the others and leave to find Duri. [[You wonder what other secrets are in this place.|4.40]]

Duri is nowhere to be found when you leave the apothecary. You peek in several more rooms, finding them empty just as the others, though this side has more furnishings. Two rooms in particular appear to have a full set of bedroom furniture, but nothing else of note. You return to the center of the hall where you came into the building and eye the double doors opposite from the entrance. They stand out among the other doors, being deep red in color and carved with swirling patterns. You are tiring quickly, but you'd like to find Duri and are admittedly curious about what is behind the fancy doors. You pull one open, finding it exceedingly heavy, and release it as pain shoots through your torso. You nearly fall to your knees and pause a moment to catch your breath. The door opens easily a moment later and Duri peeks at you. "Are you okay?" $Dheshe asks. You nod. "I was looking for you." "Well…you found me." Duri smiles. "Want to come in?" You straighten up and shake the lingering pain away and shuffle inside as Duri holds the door. The room is massive and it's clear that you've found the religious epicenter of the shrine. Large windows are inlaid in the walls, many still whole but all are dingy and falling apart. The remnants of furniture are all around - tables, couches, chairs. Here, the floor is also stone, though you don't recognize what it is, but it is dark grey, almost black. The walls are pure white marble and are marred by vines which have broken in through the roof and damaged windows. There is a platform, almost a short stage, at the front of the room with some sort of monolith at its center. There is a cascade of plants and flowers sprouting and blooming all around it, leaving you wondering how they are surviving. They would receive enough light, but the roof appears too intact to let in much water. As you get closer, you see how ornate the stone pillar on the stage. It's made of black granite and is polished to the point you could see your reflection if you got close. It appears untouched by time and is the cleanest thing you have found in the entire shrine. You look at Duri who is also staring at the stone with a blank expression, and then you realize…it's a memorial. You approach with respect and stare at the marker. [[It bears her name.|4.41]]

<html> <body> <span> <h1 style="font-size:40px;"> <span style="color:gold"> <div style="text-align: center;">Inola</div> </h1> </span> </body> </html> [[Your thoughts go to your birthmother.|4.42]]

<<if $mommyissues is 'sad'>>Your jaw quivers as you swallow sadness. It feels a bit like you are staring at her grave marker, nestled where you were born in the shelter of a tree. You wonder what she was like, what your relationship to her would have been like. Though you never knew her…you miss her.<<elseif $mommyissues is 'anger'>>You clench your teeth. This reminds you of her grave and how unfair her death feels to you. You wonder what she was like, what your relationship to her would have been like. Though you never knew her…you miss her.<<elseif $mommyissues is 'thankful'>>Gratitude swells within your heart. This reminds you of your mother's sacrifice to keep you alive. You wish you could tell her how much you appreciate what she gave for you. You wish you could show her the person you have become, the person you are still becoming.<<elseif $mommyissues is 'guilt'>>You swallow the grief in your throat, but it fights back. It feels a bit like you are staring at her grave marker, nestled where you were born in the shelter of a tree, a reminder that you stole your mother's life. You wonder what she was like, what your relationship to her would have been like. Because of you, the world will never know.<<elseif $mommyissues is 'okay'>>You take a deep breath and gaze at the stone in reverence to her life. You think of your battle to come to terms with where you came from. You may never know her circumstances, but you are at peace, and you hope that no matter what Duri's relationship with $Dhisher own mother was, $Dheshe can find a similar peace with it.<</if>> Duri quietly approaches and stands at your side, leaning to whisper. "Pick a flower." You gaze back at $Dhimher to find a coy smile on $Dhisher lips. Looking back towards the shrine, you look at the plentiful blooms. Several types are present, some of which should not be blooming at this time of year. You spy your favorite… [[Roses]] [[Asters]] [[Yarrow]] [[Lilies]] [[Poppies]] [[Forget-me-nots]] [[Daisies]] [[Peonies]] [[Foxgloves]]

<<set $flower to 'rose'>><<set $favflower to true>> A big red rose catches your attention. You're drawn to roses, and such a large beautiful one easily catches your eye. You go over to it and cradle the bloom in your hand for a moment. It radiates warmth…and you realize that it feels much like the red bottle of potion you found earlier. Duri comes over and snips the stem with a quick swipe of $Dhisher nails and then turns to make the walk to the doors. After a last glance at the memorial stone you incline your head before making to follow $Dhimher. Duri holds the door for you again. Once you are back to the main doors, Duri grins at you. "Good choice. Roses were her favorite too. She only grew red ones though, our favorite color. Shall we have tea?" You stare at Duri, a bit perplexed. "Tea?" "That's what the flower is for." "You want us to drink rose tea?" Duri grins. "No, just you." You sigh and decide to switch the subject. "Do you grow them? The flowers." "No, my mother does - technically. They feed off the magic from her that lingers here. They bloom even in winter." Duri smiles fondly, running the tip of $Dhisher finger over the edge of one of the petals. Your mouth drops. "//Still//? But…" Duri shrugs and then turns towards the doors. "Don't think about it too much. Let's go back to the house and make you some tea and you can show me the treasures you found." $Dcapitalheshe pauses for a moment. "//After// I get yelled at…" "Wha-?" [[Duri pushes through the door and you follow.|4.43]]

<<set $flower to 'aster'>><<set $favflower to true>> A big purple aster catches your attention. You're drawn to aster flowers, and such a large beautiful one easily catches your eye. You go over to it and cradle the bloom in your hand for a moment. It radiates warmth…and you realize that it feels much like the red bottle of potion you found earlier. Duri comes over and snips the stem with a quick swipe of $Dhisher nails and then turns to make the walk to the doors. After a last glance at the memorial stone you incline your head before making to follow $Dhimher. Duri holds the door for you again. Once you are back to the main doors, Duri grins at you. "Good choice. Asters attract the most beautiful butterflies.... Shall we have tea?" You stare at Duri, a bit perplexed. "Tea?" "That's what the flower is for." "You want us to drink aster tea?" Duri grins. "No, just you." You sigh and decide to switch the subject. "Do you grow them? The flowers." "No, my mother does - technically. They feed off the magic from her that lingers here. They bloom even in winter." Duri smiles fondly, running the tip of $Dhisher finger over the edge of one of the petals. Your mouth drops. "//Still//? But…" Duri shrugs and then turns towards the doors. "Don't think about it too much. Let's go back to the house and make you some tea and you can show me the treasures you found." $Dcapitalheshe pauses for a moment. "//After// I get yelled at…" "Wha-?" [[Duri pushes through the door and you follow.|4.43]]

<<set $flower to 'yarrow'>><<set $favflower to true>> A big cluster of white yarrow catches your attention. You're drawn to yarrow, and such a large beautiful cluster of the tiny flowers easily catches your eye. You go over to it and cradle the blooms in your hand for a moment. They radiate warmth…and you realize that it feels much like the red bottle of potion you found earlier. Duri comes over and snips the stem with a quick swipe of $Dhisher nails and then turns to make the walk to the doors. After a last glance at the memorial stone you incline your head before making to follow $Dhimher. Duri holds the door for you again. Once you are back to the main doors, Duri grins at you. "Good choice. The birds around here really like them.... Shall we have tea? Yarrow is especially tasty with some sugar." You stare at Duri, a bit perplexed. "Tea?" "That's what the flower is for." "You want us to drink yarrow tea?" Duri grins. "No, just you." You sigh and decide to switch the subject. "Do you grow them? The flowers." "No, my mother does - technically. They feed off the magic from her that lingers here. They bloom even in winter." Duri smiles fondly, running the tip of $Dhisher finger over the edge of one of the petals. Your mouth drops. "//Still//? But…" Duri shrugs and then turns towards the doors. "Don't think about it too much. Let's go back to the house and make you some tea and you can show me the treasures you found." $Dcapitalheshe pauses for a moment. "//After// I get yelled at…" "Wha-?" [[Duri pushes through the door and you follow.|4.43]]

<<set $flower to 'lily'>><<set $favflower to true>> A big light purple lily catches your attention. You're drawn to lilies, and such a large beautiful bloom easily catches your eye. You go over to it and cradle it in your hand for a moment. It radiates warmth…and you realize that it feels much like the red bottle of potion you found earlier. Duri comes over and snips the stem with a quick swipe of $Dhisher nails and then turns to make the walk to the doors. After a last glance at the memorial stone you incline your head before making to follow $Dhimher. Duri holds the door for you again. Once you are back to the main doors, Duri grins at you. "Good choice. The bees love them.... Shall we have tea?" You stare at Duri, a bit perplexed. "Tea?" "That's what the flower is for." "You want us to drink lily tea?" Duri grins. "No, just you." You sigh and decide to switch the subject. "Do you grow them? The flowers." "No, my mother does - technically. They feed off the magic from her that lingers here. They bloom even in winter." Duri smiles fondly, running the tip of $Dhisher finger over the edge of one of the petals. Your mouth drops. "//Still//? But…" Duri shrugs and then turns towards the doors. "Don't think about it too much. Let's go back to the house and make you some tea and you can show me the treasures you found." $Dcapitalheshe pauses for a moment. "//After// I get yelled at…" "Wha-?" [[Duri pushes through the door and you follow.|4.43]]

<<set $flower to 'poppy'>><<set $favflower to true>> A big orange poppy catches your attention. You're drawn to poppies, and such a large beautiful one easily catches your eye. You go over to it and cradle the bloom in your hand for a moment. It radiates warmth…and you realize that it feels much like the red bottle of potion you found earlier. Duri comes over and snips the stem with a quick swipe of $Dhisher nails and then turns to make the walk to the doors. After a last glance at the memorial stone you incline your head before making to follow $Dhimher. Duri holds the door for you again. Once you are back to the main doors, Duri grins at you. "Good choice. Poppies attract the most beautiful butterflies.... Shall we have tea?" You stare at Duri, a bit perplexed. "Tea?" "That's what the flower is for." "You want me to drink //poppy// tea? You do realize it's toxic, right?" Duri's eyes light up. "No!" $Dcapitalheshe smiles. You sigh and change the subject. "Do you grow them? The flowers." "No, my mother does - technically. They feed off the magic from her that lingers here. They bloom even in winter." Duri smiles fondly, running the tip of $Dhisher finger over the edge of one of the petals. Your mouth drops. "//Still//? But…" Duri shrugs and then turns towards the doors. "Don't think about it too much. Let's go back to the house and make you some tea and you can show me the treasures you found." $Dcapitalheshe pauses for a moment. "//After// I get yelled at…" "Wha-?" [[Duri pushes through the door and you follow.|4.43]]

<<set $flower to 'forget-me-not'>><<set $favflower to true>> A big cluster of pink forget-me-nots catches your attention. You're drawn to them, and such a large beautiful cluster of the little flowers easily catches your eye. You go over to it and cradle the blooms in your hand for a moment. They radiate warmth…and you realize that it feels much like the red bottle of potion you found earlier. Duri comes over and snips the stem with a quick swipe of $Dhisher nails and then turns to make the walk to the doors. After a last glance at the memorial stone you incline your head before making to follow $Dhimher. Duri holds the door for you again. Once you are back to the main doors, Duri grins at you. "Good choice. The bees around here really like them.... Shall we have tea?" You stare at Duri, a bit perplexed. "Tea?" "That's what the flower is for." "You want us to drink flower tea?" Duri grins. "No, just you." You sigh and decide to switch the subject. "Do you grow them? The flowers." "No, my mother does - technically. They feed off the magic from her that lingers here. They bloom even in winter." Duri smiles fondly, running the tip of $Dhisher finger over the edge of one of the petals. Your mouth drops. "//Still//? But…" Duri shrugs and then turns towards the doors. "Don't think about it too much. Let's go back to the house and make you some tea and you can show me the treasures you found." $Dcapitalheshe pauses for a moment. "//After// I get yelled at…" "Wha-?" [[Duri pushes through the door and you follow.|4.43]]

<<set $flower to 'daisy'>> <<set $favflower to true>> A big white daisy catches your attention. You're drawn to daisies, and such a large beautiful one easily catches your eye. You go over to it and cradle the bloom in your hand for a moment. It radiates warmth…and you realize that it feels much like the red bottle of potion you found earlier. Duri comes over and snips the stem with a quick swipe of $Dhisher nails and then turns to make the walk to the doors. After a last glance at the memorial stone you incline your head before making to follow $Dhimher. Duri holds the door for you again. Once you are back to the main doors, Duri grins at you. "Good choice. Daisies make every garden happier.... Shall we have tea?" You stare at Duri, a bit perplexed. "Tea?" "That's what the flower is for." "You want us to drink daisy tea?" Duri grins. "No, just you." You sigh and decide to switch the subject. "Do you grow them? The flowers." "No, my mother does - technically. They feed off the magic from her that lingers here. They bloom even in winter." Duri smiles fondly, running the tip of $Dhisher finger over the edge of one of the petals. Your mouth drops. "//Still//? But…" Duri shrugs and then turns towards the doors. "Don't think about it too much. Let's go back to the house and make you some tea and you can show me the treasures you found." $Dcapitalheshe pauses for a moment. "//After// I get yelled at…" "Wha-?" [[Duri pushes through the door and you follow.|4.43]]

<<set $flower to 'peony'>> <<set $favflower to true>> A big yellow peony catches your attention. You're drawn to peonies, and such a large beautiful one easily catches your eye. You go over to it and cradle the bloom in your hand for a moment. It radiates warmth…and you realize that it feels much like the red bottle of potion you found earlier. Duri comes over and snips the stem with a quick swipe of $Dhisher nails and then turns to make the walk to the doors. After a last glance at the memorial stone you incline your head before making to follow $Dhimher. Duri holds the door for you again. Once you are back to the main doors, Duri grins at you. "Good choice. Peonies make the bees happy.... Shall we have tea?" You stare at Duri, a bit perplexed. "Tea?" "That's what the flower is for." "You want us to drink peony tea?" Duri grins. "No, just you." You sigh and decide to switch the subject. "Do you grow them? The flowers." "No, my mother does - technically. They feed off the magic from her that lingers here. They bloom even in winter." Duri smiles fondly, running the tip of $Dhisher finger over the edge of one of the petals. Your mouth drops. "//Still//? But…" Duri shrugs and then turns towards the doors. "Don't think about it too much. Let's go back to the house and make you some tea and you can show me the treasures you found." $Dcapitalheshe pauses for a moment. "//After// I get yelled at…" "Wha-?" [[Duri pushes through the door and you follow.|4.43]]

<<set $flower to 'foxglove'>> <<set $favflower to true>> A big cluster of dark purple foxglove catches your attention. You're drawn to foxglove, and such a large beautiful cluster of the flowers easily catches your eye. You go over to it and cradle the blooms in your hand for a moment. They radiate warmth…and you realize that it feels much like the red bottle of potion you found earlier. Duri comes over and snips the stem with a quick swipe of $Dhisher nails and then turns to make the walk to the doors. After a last glance at the memorial stone you incline your head before making to follow $Dhimher. Duri holds the door for you again. Once you are back to the main doors, Duri grins at you. "Good choice. The bees around here really like them.... Shall we have tea? I can't remember the last time I had foxgloves." You stare at Duri, a bit perplexed. "Tea?" "That's what the flower is for." "You want me to drink //foxglove// tea? You do realize it's toxic, right?" Duri's eyes light up. "No!" $Dcapitalheshe smiles. You sigh and change the subject. "Do you grow them? The flowers." "No, my mother does - technically. They feed off the magic from her that lingers here. They bloom even in winter." Duri smiles fondly, running the tip of $Dhisher finger over the edge of one of the petals. Your mouth drops. "//Still//? But…" Duri shrugs and then turns towards the doors. "Don't think about it too much. Let's go back to the house and make you some tea and you can show me the treasures you found." $Dcapitalheshe pauses for a moment. "//After// I get yelled at…" "Wha-?" [[Duri pushes through the door and you follow.|4.43]]

As soon as you get outside, you spot someone running up the rickety steps up to the shrine. It's… [[Oswin.|4.43a]] [[Zahn.|4.43b]]

He looks ''furious''. Duri plasters a shit-eating grin on $Dhisher face and holds $Dhisher ground. Oswin's hand is on the hilt of his sword and he pays no mind to how the steps creak and groan with his heavy footfalls. His eyes are zeroed in on Duri and you wonder if Oswin is here to start a fight. "What the fuck are you playing at, dog!" Oswin bellows as he steps up on the landing. He then gets right up into Duri's face, looming over $Dhimher. Duri just smiles back and shrugs. "I'm not playing anything currently, but $mc and I just had //loads// of fun without you. Poor thing - are you upset that you missed out?" Oswin's entire neck is dark red, and his hands seem to twitch with his anger. "We made an agreement! I trusted you to keep your word!" "I changed my mind." Duri checks $Dhisher nails, which are now short black claws. Apparently, $Dheshe is not completely unphased by Oswin's aggression. You hear the click of Oswin's sword being released from the scabbard, so you speak up. "Easy, Oswin, I'm fine." He lets the sword slip back into the sheath and looks at you. The anger begins to slip away as he looks you over, seeming to check that you are safe. <<if $Ostat2 is 'friends'>>He gazes at you softly as he settles.<<elseif $Ostat2 is 'romantic'>>He gazes at you softly as he settles.<<elseif $Ostat2 is 'distant'>>He gives a relieved sigh and nods at you.<<elseif $Ostat2 is 'neutral'>>He gives a relieved sigh and nods at you.<</if>> But, the moment he turns back to Duri, his anger returns. "You were under instructions to call for me as soon as $mc had awoken. You //agreed//, you //promised//, you ''insisted''!" Duri rolls $Dhisher eyes. "Hey Oswin, $mc is awake," $Dheshe says in a flat tone while waving a hand in your direction. You're pretty sure you see the veins in Oswin's forehead begin to pop, and you can't remember the last time you saw him quite this angry. "You are an insufferable creature. How can I trust you after this!?" Oswin continues to yell. "Then don't!" Duri snaps back, now also looking angry. "$mc isn't your child, and I wanted to talk to $himher without you two idiots bumbling around and listening in." "That's exactly the problem!" Oswin's voice echoes all around. You note that several of the wolves throughout the area are standing at attention, all with eyes on Oswin. Duri steps closer with eyes narrowed, the two are so close they are nearly touching, and you feel that if you don't intervene, an ugly fight will break out. [[You joke to diffuse the tension.|4.43a1][$SeriousPlayful to Math.clamp($SeriousPlayful - 5, 0, 100)]] [[This fight is ridiculous, and you tell them just how ridiculous it is.|4.43a2][$SeriousPlayful to Math.clamp($SeriousPlayful + 5, 0, 100)]] [[The tension is upsetting, you feel panicked and unsure of what to do.|4.43a3][$GentleAssertive to Math.clamp($GentleAssertive + 5, 0, 100)]] [[You're not tolerating this bullshit a second longer.|4.43a4][$GentleAssertive to Math.clamp($GentleAssertive - 5, 0, 100)]] $flirt_label +O [[Slip between them and push Oswin back.|4.43a5]] $flirt_label +D [[Slip between them and push Duri back.|4.43a6]]

$Zcapitalhisher face is scrunched up with worry, and $Zheshe clutches $Zhisher bow in one hand with an arrow in the other. Zahn bounds over the steps with such speed and grace that they barely groan. "$mc!" Zahn calls out as $Zheshe hits the landing and rushes to you, panting from exertion. "Are you okay? Are you hurt?" "I'm fine," you say, but before you can say anymore, Zahn turns from you and begins snapping at Duri. "You promised! Why would you do that? I was scared that you had taken $himher away! We couldn't find you, we called for you! I trusted that you would take good care of $mc!" Zahn rants as $Zheshe gasps for air, and with each word, $Zhisher voice gets more distressed. Duri //smiles// and pats Zahn on the head. "Take it easy, sunflower." Zahn slaps $Dhisher hand away. "I really trusted you. Had I known you'd just…I would have stayed with $mc myself. In the name of the gods, what is wrong with you!?" Duri's smile sours at that. "Oh…I see, I get you now. That explains a whole lot." "What?" "Gods, psh. You're one of ''those''. So, you trusted me just because I'm half god? Is that it? Tell me I'm right." Duri laughs. "//Cute//." Zahn's cheeks go pink and $Zheshe stamps $Zhisher foot. "So what!? Why is that so bad? Shouldn't you have some integrity being a demigod? I should at least be able to trust you to keep your word." The demigod doesn't seem to take well to Zahn's words, and steps up to $Zhimher abruptly. Zahn holds $Zhisher ground, gripping $Zhisher arrow tight. "I simply changed my mind as gods are wont to do." Duri sasses as $Dheshe checks $Dhisher nails, which are now short black claws. Apparently, $Dheshe is not completely unphased by Zahn's attitude. "You should learn quick, sunflower, that you are nothing to the gods. They do not care and they never truly did." "I suppose you speak from your personal viewpoint then? That you're just like them?" Zahn sneers. You realize this is getting out of hand fast, and the two seem keen to make this fight a physical one. Even the wolves all around the shrine are clearly tense, looking in this direction as if waiting for commands. You try to get Zahn to settle. "Hey, I'm okay - everything is fine." Zahn turns to you with a distressed expression. "$Dcapitalheshe was supposed to tell me right away when you were awake. Duri promised to keep you safe and let me know so I could make sure you were okay. And when $Dheshe didn't…and then I couldn't find you or $Dhimher anywhere…" "$mc isn't a child," Duri says. "And I wanted to talk to $himher without you two idiots bumbling around and listening in." Zahn surges forward, clutching the arrow. "You could have at least said something!" Duri steps closer too with eyes narrowed, the two are so close they are nearly touching, and you feel that if you don't intervene, an ugly fight will break out. [[You joke to diffuse the tension.|4.43b1][$SeriousPlayful to Math.clamp($SeriousPlayful - 5, 0, 100)]] [[This fight is ridiculous, and you tell them just how ridiculous it is.|4.43b2][$SeriousPlayful to Math.clamp($SeriousPlayful + 5, 0, 100)]] [[The tension is upsetting, you feel panicked and unsure of what to do.|4.43b3][$GentleAssertive to Math.clamp($GentleAssertive + 5, 0, 100)]] [[You're not tolerating this bullshit a second longer.|4.43b4][$GentleAssertive to Math.clamp($GentleAssertive - 5, 0, 100)]] $flirt_label +Z [[Slip between them and push Zahn back.|4.43b5]] $flirt_label +D [[Slip between them and push Duri back.|4.43b6]]

You take a step forward to subtly pull part of their attention to you. "If you two get any closer, you'll kiss. Would you like some privacy or do you prefer having an audience?" Oswin's face snaps to you as if he had forgotten you were watching. Duri laughs and $Dheshe steps away. All the wolves around the shrine carry about their business as the tension suddenly dissipates. "Not that I'm opposed, $mc, but I crave your lips much more." Duri winks. Oswin groans. "I apologize, $mc." "Save it, just stop picking fights," you say. He nods and then looks at Duri. "I am sorry that I…approached you in such anger. I shouldn't have shouted at you." Duri looks surprised for a moment and $Dheshe looks like $Dheshe is unsure of how to respond. "It's…it's fine. I…uh…tea! $mc, your tea…" A look of discomfort flits across Duri's face before $Dheshe plasters on a grin aimed at you. [[With tension diffused, Duri leads you all back to the house.|4.44]]

You take a bold step forward to pull their attention to you. "This fight is utter nonsense. Both of you need to settle down. There is no sense in getting heated over this. I am safe and well as I can be at this point. You're wasting your energy." Oswin's face snaps to you as if he had forgotten you were watching. Duri laughs and $Dheshe steps away. All the wolves around the shrine carry about their business as the tension suddenly dissipates. "That's a fair assessment." Duri winks. Oswin groans. "I apologize, $mc." "Save it, just stop picking fights," you say. He nods and then looks at Duri. "I am sorry that I…approached you in such anger. I shouldn't have shouted at you." Duri looks surprised for a moment and $Dheshe looks like $Dheshe is unsure of how to respond. "It's…it's fine. I…uh…tea! $mc, your tea…" A look of discomfort flits across Duri's face before $Dheshe plasters on a grin aimed at you. [[With tension diffused, Duri leads you all back to the house.|4.44]]

You shrink back as the hostility hits you like a wave. You feel your skin prickle with cold as your stomach rolls. You hate this. Why do they have to keep getting at each other's throats? Why must you be caught in the middle every time? You don't know what to do and your heart is racing. Oswin's face snaps to you as if he had forgotten you were watching. His face falls and he eases his posture and steps back. Duri steps away, mouth pulled into frown. All the wolves around the shrine carry about their business as the tension suddenly dissipates. "I'm sorry, little <<if $mark is 'tree'>>sapling.<<elseif $mark is 'sun'>>sunbeam.<<elseif $mark is 'storm'>>rain-cloud.<<elseif $mark is 'plants'>>bramble.<<elseif $mark is 'night'>>moonbeam.<<elseif $mark is 'mountain'>>stone.<</if>>" Duri gives you a sheepish smile. Oswin sighs. "I also apologize, $mc. Please forgive me for distressing you." You nod. "Can you two please stop?" He nods and then looks at Duri. "I am sorry that I…approached you in such anger. I shouldn't have shouted at you." Duri looks surprised for a moment and $Dheshe looks like $Dheshe is unsure of how to respond. "It's…it's fine. I…uh…tea! $mc, your tea…" A look of discomfort flits across Duri's face before $Dheshe plasters on a grin aimed at you. [[With tension diffused, Duri leads you all back to the house.|4.44]]

You take a bold step forward to pull their attention to you. Their eyes break from each other as they turn to look. "That is ''enough''!" you shout. "I am done with your bickering and needling each other. I am not about to stand here while you try to beat the piss out of each other!" You glare at Oswin. "I am //safe//, and I am not some toy for you to get territorial about." You turn your glare to Duri, who looks every bit the scolded dog. "And I am most certainly not a toy for //you// to dangle and tease others with. Get your acts together!" Oswin's face scrunches up. He almost looks as if he might weep. Duri chuckles, the sound laced with nerves, and $Dheshe steps away. All the wolves around the shrine carry about their business as the tension suddenly dissipates. "I think $mc is quite right…" Duri smiles at you and then averts $Dhisher eyes. Oswin sighs. "I apologize, $mc." "Save it, just stop picking fights," you say. He nods and then looks at Duri. "I am sorry that I…approached you in such anger. I shouldn't have shouted at you." Duri looks surprised for a moment and $Dheshe looks like $Dheshe is unsure of how to respond. "It's…it's fine. I…uh…tea! $mc, your tea…" A look of discomfort flits across Duri's face before $Dheshe plasters on a grin aimed at you. [[With tension diffused, Duri leads you all back to the house.|4.44]]

<<set $Oflirt +=5>> Though they are close together, they stumble apart as you slip between them. At the sight of your face, Oswin's hostility melts away. You push against him with your own body to create more distance between them, clutching his tunic with your good hand. "$mc…" Oswin mumbles. "Please stop this. I don't want to see you so angry. I don't want to see you at each other's throats. //Please//." Oswin gently cups the back of your head with a hand and brings it to rest against <<if $height is 'verytall'>>the top of his shoulder<<elseif $height is 'tall'>>his shoulder<<elseif $height is 'average'>>the top of his chest<<else>>his chest<</if>>. "I am so sorry," he whispers to you softly. "I was out of line, and I let my fear get the better of me." You stay against him for a moment before righting your stance. Oswin's face is free from anger, and he's much more relaxed. Duri clears $Dhisher throat and mumbles what might be an apology. Oswin looks back at Duri. "I am sorry that I…approached you in such anger. I shouldn't have shouted at you." Duri looks surprised for a moment and $Dheshe looks like $Dheshe is unsure of how to respond. "It's…it's fine. I…uh…tea! $mc, your tea…" A look of discomfort flits across Duri's face before $Dheshe plasters on a grin aimed at you. [[With tension diffused, Duri leads you all back to the house.|4.44]]

<<set $Dflirt +=5>> Though they are close together, they stumble apart as you slip between them. At the sight of your face, Duri's hostility melts away. You push against $Dhimher with your own body to create more distance between them, clutching $Dhisher robes with your good hand. "Awe, $mc…" Duri murmurs, voice sullen. "Please stop this. I don't want to see you so angry. I don't want to see you at each other's throats. //Please//." Duri gently cups the back of your head with a hand and brings it to rest against <<if $height is 'verytall'>>the top of $hisher shoulder<<elseif $height is 'tall'>>$Dhisher shoulder<<elseif $height is 'average'>>$Dhisher shoulder<<else>>$Dhisher chest<</if>>. "I didn't mean for things to get like this…I'm sorry, I went too far," $Dheshe says softly. You stay against $Dhimher for a moment before righting your stance. Duri's face is free from anger, and is back to being soft and playful. Oswin clears his throat and looks to both you and Duri. "I am sorry that I…approached in such anger. I shouldn't have shouted." Duri looks surprised for a moment and $Dheshe looks like $Dheshe is unsure of how to respond. "It's…it's fine. I…uh…tea! $mc, your tea…" A look of discomfort flits across Duri's face before $Dheshe plasters on a grin aimed at you. [[With tension diffused, Duri leads you all back to the house.|4.44]]

The trip back to the house is a bit awkward, but it's at least not tense. Everyone gathers in Duri's home as $Dheshe sets about lighting a fire and getting a kettle to make you tea. You empty the contents of your borrowed satchel, placing the six bottles on a table. While you wait for Duri, Oswin and Zahn attend to your shoulder. <<if $shoulderdislocate is true>>They give you a poultice that should help with the swelling.<<else>>They give you a salve to help keep the infection controlled.<</if>> Oswin looks it over with a grimace as Zahn channels some of $Zhisher power through it to provide you some relief. You all sit around the table as Duri brings a hot kettle and a mug to you. $Dcapitalheshe plucks the petals from your flower as well as bits of the leaves and stem and then plops them in the mug before topping them with the hot water. <<if $flower is 'poppy'>>Oswin watches with a scowl for a moment before interrupting. "What in blazes are you doing? Many poppies are toxic…" Duri shakes $Dhisher head. "Not this one. This flower was cultivated with the remnants of my mother's magic. She was a healer, a great one, nothing that sprouts from her power will harm anyone. This will help sustain $mc. It won't heal $himher necessarily, but it will provide comfort while giving your body a boost to heal itself." Oswin grumbles. "If you think I'm letting you give toxic tea to-" "Will it make you feel better if I drank it?" Duri offers without any snark or any mischievous smile. "I am not immune to poison either, and I can prove that as well if you like." Both Zahn and Oswin share a look before glancing at you. Oswin continues. "It would make //me// feel more at ease, but it's $mc's decision." You look at the tea in front of you, almost chuckling that Duri has no intention of providing a strainer for you. You feel the same warmth from it that you felt in the apothecary, from the special potion, and from the sanctuary. You feel in your heart that it will not hurt you. "I'll drink it," you say.<<elseif $flower is 'foxglove'>>Oswin watches with a scowl for a moment before interrupting. "What in blazes are you doing? Foxgloves are deadly…" Duri shakes $Dhisher head. "Not this one. This flower was cultivated with the remnants of my mother's magic. She was a healer, a great one, nothing that sprouts from her power will harm anyone. This will help sustain $mc. It won't heal $himher necessarily, but it will provide comfort while giving your body a boost to heal itself." Oswin grumbles. "If you think I'm letting you give toxic tea to-" "Will it make you feel better if I drank it?" Duri offers without any snark or any mischievous smiles. "I am not immune to poison either, and I can prove that as well if you like." Both Zahn and Oswin share a look before glancing at you. Oswin continues. "It would make //me// feel more at ease, but it's $mc's decision." You look at the tea in front of you, almost chuckling that Duri has no intention of providing a strainer for you. You feel the same warmth from it that you felt in the apothecary, from the special potion, and from the sanctuary. You feel in your heart that it will not hurt you. "I'll drink it," you say.<<else>>Oswin watches with curiosity for a moment. "So, why the flower tea? Where did you even get it?" Duri smiles. "This flower was cultivated with the remnants of my mother's magic. She was a healer, a great one. This will help sustain $mc. It won't heal $himher necessarily, but it will provide comfort while giving your body a boost to heal itself." Oswin and Zahn peek at the tea and then glance at you. You suppose they have no qualms about the idea either.<</if>> Grabbing the mug, you enjoy the heat of the tea for a moment and bask in the smell of it. A strong sensation of comfort flows from your face down into your body. Your eyes go wide. It is unlike any feeling you've experienced. The demigod smiles. "That's what she always felt like." You drink and the sensation blooms like millions of flowers at once. It makes you gasp and smile involuntarily as it trickles through your limbs. It's a similar high to the anodyne, but isn't heavy or sleepy. You continue to sip, enjoying the comforting sensations of the old magic. While you drink, Duri looks at the bottles you found and immediately points to the red bottle. "If any of these will help you, it will be that one. Mother only used the red bottles for her most powerful potions for big problems. Some took her nine or ten days to focus enough magic into. It would exhaust her and she rarely made them. I didn't realize one was still here…" That sounds very promising. "Keep in mind, it was made several hundred years ago." Duri grins. Maybe less promising now, you think. "So," you start. "Should I just drink it?" Duri shrugs. "That's what I assume. Get it down before you sleep tonight, it might be a little overwhelming. It won't hurt you even if it doesn't heal you. Mother's magic is so potent within it, that it couldn't possibly do harm. Hold on to the other phials that you found, just in case." "So…" Zahn chimes in. "Not to interrupt, but what about this?" $Zcapitalheshe places a plain-looking silver bangle on the table. Though plain, it appears untarnished and perfectly polished. It looks like common jewelry to you, but Duri studies it with curiosity etched on $Dhisher face. "I…can't tell who this belongs to," Duri says. "That's odd…" "It's just a bangle," you say. "They're so common, how could you ever find the owner?" Zahn grins at you. "It's the magic inside. There's something really potent within it. It's…" "Loud." Duri finishes. "Which is why I should recognize it. It would have to be a god's, maybe a demigod's for it to be so thick with magical traces." $Dcapitalheshe grimaces like $Dheshe feels sick. "Duri," you say. "What's wrong about that?" Duri shrugs. "No one else was supposed to be here. Not even Valko would ever come back. It was just me and my uncle years ago, but he's…I don't know where. But this doesn't feel like him, it's sort of similar though...well, maybe not." Something tickles your memory. Duri briefly mentioned an uncle before. Each time $Dheshe has brought them up, $Dhisher voice is clearly more gentle, if not outright affectionate. But you recall when the mage, Ansar, examined and spoke to you and your parents. He said that all of Valko's six siblings had died during the war. Several questions roll through your mind. Did Valko have more than six siblings? Could Duri not know that his uncle may have died? The uncle must be a god, otherwise you don't think Duri would speak as if he were still alive. The demigod before you is staring at this bit of jewelry with a strange expression, like confusion with a bit of disgust. "Why does the bangle bother you?" You finally ask. Honey eyes look back at you with just as many questions as you have. "I don't recognize it, but it recognizes //me//." Oswin sits upright in his chair. "How?" Zahn gingerly takes the bangle and wraps it in a cloth before tucking it into a bag with a gentle smile towards Duri. "Magic is like that. It's like it has a personality sometimes and even memories. When you can sense it, sometimes it reaches out to you, to sort of say 'hello.' Sometimes, it reaches out to hurt you too." You shake your head. "It can do that? It really has its own will?" You think about your curse and suddenly it seems to make more sense. It's as if this magic is perhaps fueled by revenge. It does not care that you weren't the one to slight it. "It's just like people…" Oswin remarks with a thoughtful tone. "Some good, some bad, some both." It's quiet for a heavy moment before Zahn cuts it. "We should eat!" [[You are quite hungry…|4.45]]

You take a step forward to subtly pull part of their attention to you. "If you two get any closer, you'll kiss. Would you like some privacy or do you prefer having an audience?" Zahn's face snaps to you as if $Zheshe had forgotten you were watching. Duri laughs and $Dheshe steps away. All the wolves around the shrine carry about their business as the tension suddenly dissipates. "Not that I'm opposed, $mc, but I crave your lips much more." Duri winks. Zahn makes a sad face at you. "I'm sorry, $mc." "Save it, just stop picking fights," you say. $Zcapitalheshe nods and then looks at Duri. "I apologize for getting worked up. I was scared and it got the better of me. I should have just spoken to you about it." Duri looks surprised for a moment and $Dheshe looks like $Dheshe is unsure of how to respond. "It's…it's fine. I…uh…tea! $mc, your tea…" A look of discomfort flits across Duri's face before $Dheshe plasters on a grin aimed at you. [[With tension diffused, Duri leads you all back to the house.|4.44]]

You take a bold step forward to pull their attention to you. "This fight is utter nonsense. Both of you need to settle down. There is no sense in getting heated over this. I am safe and well as I can be at this point. You're wasting your energy." Zahn's face snaps to you as if $Zheshe had forgotten you were watching. Duri laughs and $Dheshe steps away. All the wolves around the shrine carry about their business as the tension suddenly dissipates. "That's a fair assessment." Duri winks. Zahn makes a sad face at you. "I'm sorry, $mc." "Save it, just stop picking fights," you say. $Zcapitalheshe nods and then looks at Duri. "I apologize for getting worked up. I was scared and it got the better of me. I should have just spoken to you about it." Duri looks surprised for a moment and $Dheshe looks like $Dheshe is unsure of how to respond. "It's…it's fine. I…uh…tea! $mc, your tea…" A look of discomfort flits across Duri's face before $Dheshe plasters on a grin aimed at you. [[With tension diffused, Duri leads you all back to the house.|4.44]]

You shrink back as the hostility hits you like a wave. You feel your skin prickle with cold as your stomach rolls. You hate this. Why do they have to get at each other's throats over this? Why must you be caught in the middle? You don't know what to do and your heart is racing. Zahn's face snaps to you as if $Zheshe had forgotten you were watching. $Zcapitalhisher face falls and $Zheshe eases $Zhisher posture and steps back. Duri steps away, mouth pulled into frown. All the wolves around the shrine carry about their business as the tension suddenly dissipates. "I'm sorry little <<if $mark is 'tree'>>sapling.<<elseif $mark is 'sun'>>sunbeam.<<elseif $mark is 'storm'>>rain-cloud.<<elseif $mark is 'plants'>>bramble.<<elseif $mark is 'night'>>moonbeam.<<elseif $mark is 'mountain'>>stone.<</if>>" Duri gives you a sheepish smile. Zahn turns a sad look your way. "I am so sorry, $mc. I got so carried away…what's important is you, and I just…I'm sorry." You nod. "Can you two please stop?" $Zcapitalheshe nods and then looks at Duri. "I am sorry that I…approached you so angry. I shouldn't have shouted at you or said all those things." Duri looks surprised for a moment and $Dheshe looks like $Dheshe is unsure of how to respond. "It's…it's fine. I…uh…tea! $mc, your tea…" A look of discomfort flits across Duri's face before $Dheshe plasters on a grin aimed at you. [[With tension diffused, Duri leads you all back to the house.|4.44]]

You take a bold step forward to pull their attention to you. Their eyes break from each other as they turn to look. "That is ''enough''!" you shout. "I am done with your bickering. I am not about to stand here while you try to beat the piss out of each other!" You glare at Zahn. "I am //safe//, and I am not some child for you to fawn over." You turn your glare to Duri, who looks every bit the scolded dog. "And I am most certainly not a toy for //you// to dangle and tease others with. Get your acts together!" Zahn's face scrunches up. $Zcapitalheshe almost looks as if $Zheshe might weep. Duri chuckles, the sound laced with nerves, and $Dheshe steps away. All the wolves around the shrine carry about their business as the tension suddenly dissipates. "I think $mc is quite right…" Duri smiles at you and then averts $Dhisher eyes. Zahn turns a sad look your way. "I am so sorry, $mc. I got so carried away…what's important is you, and I just…I'm sorry." "Save it, just stop picking fights," you say. $Zcapitalheshe nods and then looks at Duri. "I am sorry that I…approached you so angry. I shouldn't have shouted at you or said all those things." Duri looks surprised for a moment and $Dheshe looks like $Dheshe is unsure of how to respond. "It's…it's fine. I…uh…tea! $mc, your tea…" A look of discomfort flits across Duri's face before $Dheshe plasters on a grin aimed at you. [[With tension diffused, Duri leads you all back to the house.|4.44]]

<<set $Zflirt +=5>> Though they are close together, they stumble apart as you slip between them. At the sight of your face, Zahn's hostility melts away. You push against $Zhimher with your own body to create more distance between them, clutching $Zhisher tunic with your good hand. "$mc…" Zahn whispers. "Please stop this. I don't want to see you so angry. I don't want to see you at each other's throats. //Please//." Zahn <<if $height is 'verytall'>>reaches up nearly on $Zhisher toes<<elseif $height is 'tall'>>reaches up<<elseif $height is 'average'>>reaches over<<else>>reaches down<</if>> and gently cups your cheeks with $Zhisher hands. "I am so very sorry," $Zheshe murmurs softly. "I panicked and lost my wits when I couldn't find you. I feared the worst and made stupid assumptions." You stay against $Zhimher for a moment before righting your stance. Zahn's face is free from worry, and is much more relaxed. Duri clears $Dhisher throat and mumbles what might be an apology. Zahn sighs and then looks at Duri. "I am sorry that I…approached you so angry. I shouldn't have shouted at you or said all those things." Duri looks surprised for a moment and $Dheshe looks like $Dheshe is unsure of how to respond. "It's…it's fine. I…uh…tea! $mc, your tea…" A look of discomfort flits across Duri's face before $Dheshe plasters on a grin aimed at you. [[With tension diffused, Duri leads you all back to the house.|4.44]]

<<set $Dflirt +=5>> Though they are close together, they stumble apart as you slip between them. At the sight of your face, Duri's hostility melts away. You push against $Dhimher with your own body to create more distance between them, clutching $Dhisher robes with your good hand. "Awe, $mc…" Duri murmurs, voice sullen. "Please stop this. I don't want to see you so angry. I don't want to see you at each other's throats. //Please//." Duri gently cups the back of your head with a hand and brings it to rest against <<if $height is 'verytall'>>the top of $hisher shoulder<<elseif $height is 'tall'>>$Dhisher shoulder<<elseif $height is 'average'>>$Dhisher shoulder<<else>>$Dhisher chest<</if>>. "I didn't mean for things to get like this…I'm sorry, I went too far," $Dheshe says softly. You stay against $Dhimher for a moment before righting your stance. Duri's face is free from anger, and is back to being soft and playful. Zahn clears $Zhisher throat and looks to both you and Duri. "I am sorry that I…approached you so angry. I shouldn't have shouted at you or said all those things." Duri looks surprised for a moment and $Dheshe looks like $Dheshe is unsure of how to respond. "It's…it's fine. I…uh…tea! $mc, your tea…" A look of discomfort flits across Duri's face before $Dheshe plasters on a grin aimed at you. [[With tension diffused, Duri leads you all back to the house.|4.44]]

After your talks, the day slips by just as any other would, just with more wolves. The group makes a large dinner, Oswin putting you on potato-duty since you insist on helping. <<if $interest is 'cookin'>>The restrictions your injury has caused are especially frustrating at meal times. You find it hard not to provide over-the-shoulder guidance to the others as they cobble the meal together. Zahn gently provides reminders for you to sit back and rest.<</if>> At least with one hand you can wash the spuds and crudely chop them. Between the lingering effects of the anodyne and the flower tea, you feel normal, if not outright good. You even bump your bad shoulder a time or two and it doesn't cripple you with pain. You also don't feel as weak or tired as you had been. You're able to walk around and spend some leisure time with the others, including the wolves. The cream colored wolf still stays close to you as does the very curious little fox. When you ask Duri about their names, $Dheshe laughs and tells you to ask them yourself. You think the others have all reached an understanding with one another so far as they all chat casually and share a few stories. Surprisingly, Duri doesn't say much, but listens to everyone intently. It all simply feels like a night at home like any other. A good meal, a few stories, and some laughs. It's nice. Oswin devises a plan for you all to set out in the morning. He is intent on getting you to a proper healer even if the potion ends up miraculously healing you. He also brings up that rations are running low though Duri has provided a few of $Dhisher own foodstuffs to the mix. It will take an entire day to get to Codrin to make it by nightfall if you leave early, right after sunrise. You plan to travel just as you did to get to the shrine since it seemed to work out well before. <<if $Oride4 is true>>Oswin seems pleased to keep you safe and comfortable again. <<elseif $Zride4 is true>>Zahn seems excited to ride with you again.<<else>>Duri seems enormously pleased to carry you again.<</if>> With a plan made, you all eventually retire for the night, and this time you feel well enough to see yourself up the stairs and into bed, with Inola's potion in hand and a wolf and fox at your heels. You stare at the bottle for a long while before working up the nerve to drink it. You pop the cork first and take a sniff. It smells of…lavender. You weren't expecting that. You remember Duri's promise that it would not hurt you. <<if $flower is 'foxglove'>>Considering you are not dead from the foxglove tea you drank earlier, you would say that what $Dheshe has told you is true.<<elseif $flower is 'poppy'>>Considering you are not sick from the poppy tea you drank earlier, you would say that what $Dheshe has told you is true.<<else>>Considering that $Dheshe already helped you by making the flower tea to promote your healing, you would say that it is true.<</if>> [[You ready yourself and gulp down the potion, hoping for the best.|4.46]]

It's…sweet. The taste is of lavender as well, but with a clear hint of rose petals, cinnamon, and…metal. It's strange, but not bad for a magical potion that is over 800 years old. You expect the same sensation that the flower tea caused, but don't feel it. It's a little disappointing, but you remind yourself that this wasn't guaranteed to do anything for you. Still, you sense Inola's warmth, and that is enough to soothe you into a deep and beautiful slumber. The next morning, though it is painfully early, you awake feeling well rested. If not for how unwell your shoulder appears, you could argue that you feel like your normal self. You help the others what little they allow to get the mounts ready to go. Duri says goodbye to $Dhisher wolf family. They seem rather sad to see $Dhimher go. The large wolf that has been at your heels seems a little down as well, and your new fox friend keeps trying to fit inside your saddle bags. Before you know it, you're on the road to Codrin. You barely feel ill at all, but the others won't let you gripe about being fussed over as you travel. They're not taking any chances with your condition. Not long after you are well on your way, you hear the mournful howls from the wolves at the shrine. Duri smiles and you notice $Dhisher eyes glowing a bit in response. You assume while sending a message back to them. Some of the wolves, including the she-wolf that is attached to you and your fox friend, follow along. The unfortunate thing about you feeling well, is that the day feels extraordinarily long. You are so rested that you cannot fall asleep again. Zahn tries $Zhisher guessing games again, which Duri enjoys a great deal and Oswin tolerates with a few grumbles. Other than that, Duri is quiet and Zahn is rather chatty. The wolves follow for a number of hours before Duri commands them to depart. The fox obeys along with the other wolves, but the she-wolf refuses. She stays with you until you all take a break to water the mounts and eat. She stands watch as you depart, howling a sad song. Before you know it, you are back to the area where your trip to the shrine began just a couple nights ago. You are well on your way to the city - to a new place that will hopefully have answers for you. For now, you just need to hold on to hope. [[Chapter 5|B5 codrin shrine route]]

*Chapter Five <<set $ch5Broute to true>> <html> <body> <span> <h1 style="font-size:40px;"> <span style="color:red"> <div style="text-align: center;">Magic and Mayhem</div> </h1> </span> </body> </html> [[Start|ChB5]]

<<if $Oride4 is true>> Sleep is a fickle mistress while on the road to the city. It embraced you quickly and easily at the start but swiftly pushed you out as well. Your mind stays in a haze, not quite asleep but not awake either. The others chat here and there and you sense Oswin checking your breathing and temperature regularly, remarking that you've begun to feel warm. That isn't at all surprising to you. Sometimes you wonder if it is more unusual for you to //not// have a fever. In the moments you are more conscious, you are entertained by Duri's apparent struggle with your mount. <<if $mount is 'chessy'>>$mountname has apparently taken a liking to the demigod, trying to kiss $Dhimher at every opportunity. Duri makes a disgusted noise. "Zahn, keep her away from me. At this rate, my clothes and hair will be soaked before we reach town." Zahn guffaws. "She barely got you that time." The demigod speaks through $Dhisher teeth. "She //licked// my entire fucking arm. Do you have any idea how gross that feels?" You can tell that Zahn is muffling laughter. Oswin sighs heavily next to you. "Will you two shut up, $mc is sleeping." Zahn snorts in $Zhisher fit of giggles and then you hear a bit of scuffling. "Hey, come down here," Duri commands. "Come on, I'll show you what it feels like to get licked by a big slobbery horse." You continue to hear light scuffling as Zahn continues to giggle. Oswin sighs again, but it's tilted with humor. He murmurs in a fond tone, "What in blazes is our luck, $mc?" <<elseif $mount is 'eb'>>$mountname seems to be unsatisfied with the pace Duri is leading at, and you've heard the demigod balk about how the horse has been nudging $Dhimher with his head. The demigod growls. "Zahn, if that horse pushes me one more time – I'm eating it!" Zahn snorts a laugh in response. "Good luck with that, pretty sure he could kick your ass." "Just wait until I'm healed up, horsey," Duri grumbles to which your stallion grunts. "His name is $mountname." Zahn corrects. "And he's a beautiful and smart boy, aren't you?" The horse nickers back with affection. "Will you two–three shut up?" Oswin quietly chides. "$mc is sleeping." "$mountname started it," Duri whines. "He keeps pushing me." In your mind, you can see Oswin rolling his eyes. Zahn giggles. "Plenty of room up here on the saddle if you're //that// slow." "Fuck off, Sunflower," Duri grumbles. <<elseif $mount is 'bay'>>$mountname is apparently smitten with the demigod, trying to walk very close to $Dhimher, which is 'unnerving' according to Duri. The demigod groans. "Why exactly did $mc need the biggest horse in existence for your little escapade?" Zahn snickers. "What's the matter? Is the all-powerful demigod scared of a horse?" Duri growls. "In case you weren't aware, little sunflower, I can still feel pain. I'd rather not have my feet crushed under the hooves of such an animal." "He just likes you," Zahn says. "Take it as a compliment." Oswin sighs. "No accounting for taste, but it is an animal I suppose." $mountname snorts. "Maybe he just likes that you're as big as him when you're all wolfy," Zahn remarks. Duri huffs. "I'm //bigger//." To your surprise, Oswin chuckles. <<if $Dgen is 'male'>>"I know he's a gelding, but I promise you – //he's// bigger."<<else>>"Didn't take you for the sort to be a snob about size."<</if>> Duri chuckles. "Yeah, yeah." <<elseif $mount is 'mule'>>$mountname has tried to bite the demigod four times already and has succeeded once. Duri's yelp is what most recently spurred you to more wakefulness. $Dcapitalheshe grumbles. "What in the moon is wrong with that creature!? Are you //trying// to get her to bite me?" "Quiet," Oswin chides in a low voice. "$mc is sleeping." Zahn tries to speak through restrained snickering. "Just don't walk so close to her." Duri huffs. "I keep moving away, but she either follows me or you're goading her next to me! This has never happened before, animals ''love'' me!" "She's just a little odd," Zahn replies with affection in $Zhisher tone. Oswin snorts. "She's an excellent judge of character." The silence that follows Oswin's quip tells you that Duri is sulking. That is, until Zahn remarks, "...Oswin, she bit you earlier before we found $mc." Duri laughs. <</if>> <</if>><<if $Zride4 is true>> Sleep is a fickle mistress while on the road to the city. It embraced you quickly and easily at the start but swiftly pushed you out as well. Your mind stays in a haze, not quite asleep but not awake either. The others chat here and there and you sense Zahn checking your condition on occasion, finally remarking that you seem to have developed a fever. That isn't at all surprising to you. Sometimes you wonder if it is more unusual for you to //not// have a fever. In the moments you are more conscious, you are entertained by Duri's apparent struggle with your mount. <<if $mount is 'chessy'>>$mountname has apparently taken to the demigod, trying to kiss $Dhimher at every opportunity. Duri makes a disgusted noise. "Zahn, keep her away from me. At this rate, my clothes and hair will be soaked before we reach town." Zahn guffaws. "She barely got you that time." The demigod speaks through $Dhisher teeth. "She //licked// my entire fucking arm. Do you have any idea how gross that feels?" You can tell that Zahn is muffling laughter, trying hard to keep $Zhisher voice down and the shaking of $Zhisher shoulders to a minimum. Oswin sighs heavily. "Will you two shut up, $mc is sleeping." Zahn is struggling hard to not make any noise or excessive movements, but the fit of laughter is almost proving too hard to restrain. "Hey, come down here," Duri commands. "Come on, I'll show you what it feels like to get licked by a big slobbery horse." You sense your horse shift over as Zahn chuckles quietly. Oswin sighs again, but it's tilted with humor. "Please try not to jostle $mc so much. You two can lick each other later." <<elseif $mount is 'eb'>>$mountname seems to be unsatisfied with the pace Duri is leading at, and you've heard the demigod balk about how the horse has been nudging $Dhimher with his head. The demigod growls. "Zahn, if that horse pushes me one more time – I'm eating it!" Zahn snorts a laugh in response, clearly trying to stifle the sound for your sake. $Zcapitalheshe replies in a low voice. "Good luck with that, pretty sure he could kick your ass." "Just wait until I'm healed up, horsey," Duri grumbles to which your stallion grunts and you feel him shift directions suddenly. "His name is $mountname." Zahn corrects. "And he's a beautiful and smart boy, aren't you?" Your horse seems to correct course after the sweet words, his ire settled. The horse nickers back with affection. "Will you two–three shut up?" Oswin quietly chides. "$mc is sleeping." "$mountname started it," Duri whines. "He keeps pushing me." In your mind, you can almost see Oswin rolling his eyes. Zahn giggles. "Plenty of room on Oswin's saddle if you're //that// slow." "Fuck off, Sunflower," Duri grumbles. <<elseif $mount is 'bay'>>$mountname is apparently smitten with the demigod, trying to walk very close to $Dhimher, which is 'unnerving' according to Duri. The demigod groans. "Why exactly did $mc need the biggest horse in existence for your little escapade?" Zahn snickers, voice tempered with clear restraint. "What's the matter? Is the all-powerful demigod scared of a horse?" Duri growls. "In case you weren't aware, little sunflower, I can still feel pain. I'd rather not have my feet crushed under the hooves of such an animal." "He just likes you," Zahn says. "Take it as a compliment." Oswin sighs. "No accounting for taste, but it is an animal I suppose." $mountname snorts. "Maybe he just likes that you're as big as him when you're all wolfy," Zahn remarks. Duri huffs. "I'm //bigger//." To your surprise, Oswin chuckles. <<if $Dgen is 'male'>>"I know he's a gelding, but I promise you – //he's// bigger."<<else>>"Didn't take you for the sort to be a snob about size."<</if>> Duri chuckles. "Yeah, yeah." <<elseif $mount is 'mule'>>$mountname has tried to bite the demigod four times already and has succeeded once. Duri's yelp is what most recently spurred you to more wakefulness. $Dcapitalheshe grumbles. "What in the moon is wrong with that creature!? Are you //trying// to get her to bite me?" "Quiet," Oswin chides in a low voice. "$mc is sleeping." Zahn tries to speak through restrained snickering, failing to keep from shaking you a bit. $Zcapitalheshe replies quietly. "Just don't walk so close to her." Duri huffs. "I keep moving away, but she either follows me or you're goading her next to me! This has never happened before, animals ''love'' me!" "She's just a little odd," Zahn replies with affection in $Zhisher tone. "She's protective of $mc too; probably doesn't like how close you are to $himher." Oswin snorts. "She's an excellent judge of character." The silence that follows Oswin's quip tells you that Duri is sulking. That is, until Zahn remarks, "...Oswin, she also bit you earlier before we found $mc." Duri laughs. <</if>> <</if>><<if $Dride4 is true>> Sleep is a fickle mistress while on the road to the city. It embraced you quickly and easily at the start but swiftly pushed you out as well. Your mind stays in a haze, not quite asleep but not awake either. The others chat here and there and you sense Duri pausing now and again. When the others ask why $Dheshe stops, Duri responds that $Dheshe is listening to your heartbeat and that you feel much warmer now. That isn't at all surprising to you. Sometimes you wonder if it is more unusual for you to //not// have a fever. In the moments you are more conscious, you are entertained by Duri's apparent struggle with your mount. $Dcapitalheshe is fighting to keep you steady on $Dhisher back while remaining quiet as you rest. <<if $mount is 'chessy'>>$mountname has apparently taken to the demigod, trying to kiss $Dhimher at every opportunity. You also wonder if it has something to do with you riding upon the back of a demigod rather than upon her. Duri makes a disgusted noise. "Zahn, keep her away from us. At this rate, my clothes and hair will be soaked before we reach town and $mc will be marinated in drool." Zahn guffaws. "She barely got you that time." The demigod speaks through $Dhisher teeth. "She //licked// my entire fucking arm. Do you have any idea how gross that feels? I'm trying not to drop my precious cargo if you haven't noticed. I can't even wipe it off and it's driving me insane." You can tell that Zahn is muffling laughter. Oswin sighs heavily. "Will you two shut up, $mc is sleeping." Zahn snorts in $Zhisher fit of giggles and you feel Duri shift more suddenly. You hear your horse trot away. "Hey, come back here," Duri commands in a muted but stern tone. "Come on, I'll show you what it feels like to get licked by a big slobbery horse." You continue to hear light shuffling as Zahn keeps giggling, the sound getting further away. Oswin sighs again, but it's titled with humor. "Please try not to jostle $mc so much. You two can lick each other later." <<elseif $mount is 'eb'>>$mountname seems to be unsatisfied with the pace Duri is leading at, and you've heard the demigod balk about how the horse has been nudging $Dhisher butt with his snout. You also wonder if he's upset that you are not the one mounted upon his back. Perhaps he is trying to lift you off your ride. The demigod growls. "Zahn, if that horse touches my ass one more time – I'm eating it!" Duri barely restrains $Dhisher voice. Zahn snorts a laugh in response. "Good luck with that, pretty sure he could kick your ass." "Just wait until I'm healed up, horsey," Duri grumbles to which your stallion grunts. "His name is $mountname." Zahn corrects. "And he's a beautiful and smart boy, aren't you?" The horse nickers back with affection. "Will you two–three shut up?" Oswin quietly chides. "$mc is sleeping." "$mountname started it," Duri whines. "He keeps pushing me." In your mind, you can see Oswin rolling his eyes. Zahn giggles. "You know, I could take $mc off your hands if you're too weak. Your //cargo// would be safe and snug in the saddle with me." "Fuck off, Sunflower," Duri grumbles. "$mc stays with me." You feel Duri's grip on your legs tighten slightly. <<elseif $mount is 'bay'>>$mountname is apparently smitten with the demigod, trying to walk very close to $Dhimher, which is 'unnerving' according to Duri. The demigod groans. "Why exactly did $mc need the biggest horse in existence for your little escapade?" Zahn snickers. "What's the matter? Is the all-powerful demigod scared of a horse?" Duri growls. "In case you weren't aware, little sunflower, I can still feel pain. I'd rather not have my feet crushed under the hooves of such an animal, nor do I wish to drop my precious cargo." "He just likes you," Zahn says. "Take it as a compliment. He's probably making sure you're good enough to ride on for $mc." Oswin sighs. "No accounting for taste, but it is an animal I suppose." $mountname snorts. "Maybe he just likes that you're as big as him when you're all wolfy," Zahn remarks. Duri huffs. "I'm //bigger//." To your surprise, Oswin chuckles. <<if $Dgen is 'male'>>"I know he's a gelding, but I promise you– //he's// bigger."<<else>>"Didn't take you for the sort to be a snob about size."<</if>> Duri chuckles. "Yeah, yeah." <<elseif $mount is 'mule'>>$mountname has tried to bite the demigod four times already and she succeeded once. Duri's yelp is what most recently spurred you to more wakefulness. $Dcapitalheshe grumbles. "What in the moon is wrong with that creature!? Are you //trying// to get her to bite me!?" "Quiet," Oswin chides in a low voice. "$mc is sleeping." Zahn tries to speak through restrained snickering. "Just don't walk so close to her." Duri huffs. "I keep moving away, but she either follows me or you're goading her next to me! This has never happened before, animals ''love'' me! I don't want to drop $mc." "She's just a little odd," Zahn replies with affection in $Zhisher tone. "And I think she's mad that you're carrying her master." Oswin snorts. "She's an excellent judge of character." The silence that follows Oswin's quip tells you that Duri is sulking. That is, until Zahn remarks, "...Oswin, she bit you earlier before we found $mc." Duri laughs. <</if>><</if>> [[Your drowsy state flits in and out as you travel.|A5.1]]

<<if $Oride4 is true>> Sleep evades you over and over again, but boredom is gnawing at your heels constantly. The others are stubbornly resolute that you rest. Annoyingly, you are not to walk or ride on your own power. Eventually, you resolve to try to nap, shutting your eyes and relaxing, letting daydreams flit in and out of your mind to entertain and relax you. The others chat here and there and you sense Oswin still checking your breathing and temperature regularly, relaying to the others that he believes you finally fell asleep. At best, you are still half awake, but you'll gladly take it. You settle in and simply listen as the others chat. Duri struggles with your mount. <<if $mount is 'chessy'>>$mountname has apparently taken a liking to the demigod, trying to kiss $Dhimher at every opportunity. Duri makes a disgusted noise. "Zahn, keep her away from me. At this rate, my clothes and hair will be soaked before we reach town." Zahn guffaws. "She barely got you that time." The demigod speaks through $Dhisher teeth. "She //licked// my entire fucking arm. Do you have any idea how gross that feels?" You can tell that Zahn is muffling laughter. Oswin sighs heavily next to you. "Will you two shut up, $mc is sleeping." Zahn snorts in $Zhisher fit of giggles and then you hear a bit of scuffling. "Hey, come down here," Duri commands. "Come on, I'll show you what it feels like to get licked by a big slobbery horse." You continue to hear light scuffling as Zahn continues to giggle. Oswin sighs again, but it's tilted with humor. He murmurs in a fond tone, "What in blazes is our luck, $mc?" <<elseif $mount is 'eb'>>$mountname seems to be unsatisfied with the pace Duri is leading at, and you've heard the demigod balk about how the horse has been nudging $Dhimher with his head. The demigod growls. "Zahn, if that horse pushes me one more time – I'm eating it!" Zahn snorts a laugh in response. "Good luck with that, pretty sure he could kick your ass." "Just wait until I'm healed up, horsey," Duri grumbles to which your stallion grunts. "His name is $mountname." Zahn corrects. "And he's a beautiful and smart boy, aren't you?" The horse nickers back with affection. "Will you two–three shut up?" Oswin quietly chides. "$mc is sleeping." "$mountname started it," Duri whines. "He keeps pushing me." In your mind, you can see Oswin rolling his eyes and you try not to laugh. Zahn giggles. "Plenty of room up here on the saddle if you're //that// slow." "Fuck off, Sunflower," Duri grumbles. <<elseif $mount is 'bay'>>$mountname is apparently smitten with the demigod, trying to walk very close to $Dhimher, which is 'unnerving' according to Duri. The demigod groans. "Why exactly did $mc need the biggest horse in existence for your little escapade?" Zahn snickers. "What's the matter? Is the all-powerful demigod scared of a horse?" Duri growls. "In case you weren't aware, little sunflower, I can still feel pain. I'd rather not have my feet crushed under the hooves of such an animal." "He just likes you," Zahn says. "Take it as a compliment." Oswin sighs. "No accounting for taste, but it is an animal I suppose." $mountname snorts. "Maybe he just likes that you're as big as him when you're all wolfy," Zahn remarks. Duri huffs. "I'm //bigger//." To your surprise, Oswin chuckles. <<if $Dgen is 'male'>>"I know he's a gelding, but I promise you – //he's// bigger."<<else>>"Didn't take you for the sort to be a snob about size."<</if>> You barely restrain your shock from Oswin's quip. Duri chuckles. "Yeah, yeah." <<elseif $mount is 'mule'>>$mountname has tried to bite the demigod four times already and has succeeded once. Duri's yelp is what most recently spurred you to more wakefulness. $Dcapitalheshe grumbles. "What in the moon is wrong with that creature!? Are you //trying// to get her to bite me?" "Quiet," Oswin chides in a low voice. "$mc is sleeping." Zahn tries to speak through restrained snickering. "Just don't walk so close to her." Duri huffs. "I keep moving away, but she either follows me or you're goading her next to me! This has never happened before, animals ''love'' me!" "She's just a little odd," Zahn replies with affection in $Zhisher tone. Oswin snorts. "She's an excellent judge of character." The silence that follows Oswin's quip tells you that Duri is sulking. That is, until Zahn remarks, "...Oswin, she bit you earlier before we found $mc." Duri laughs, and you nearly do as well. <</if>> <</if>><<if $Zride4 is true>> Sleep evades you over and over again, but boredom is gnawing at your heels constantly. The others are stubbornly resolute that you rest. Annoyingly, you are not to walk or ride on your own power. Eventually, you resolve to try to nap, shutting your eyes and relaxing, letting daydreams flit in and out of your mind to entertain and relax you. The others chat here and there and you sense Zahn checking your condition on occasion, finally remarking that you seem to have finally found sleep. Instead of correcting $Zhimher, you decide to just stay relaxed and listen to them all talk. Duri struggles with your mount. <<if $mount is 'chessy'>>$mountname has apparently taken to the demigod, trying to kiss $Dhimher at every opportunity. Duri makes a disgusted noise. "Zahn, keep her away from me. At this rate, my clothes and hair will be soaked before we reach town." Zahn guffaws. "She barely got you that time." The demigod speaks through $Dhisher teeth. "She //licked// my entire fucking arm. Do you have any idea how gross that feels?" You can tell that Zahn is muffling laughter, trying hard to keep $Zhisher voice down and the shaking of $Zhisher shoulders to a minimum. Oswin sighs heavily. "Will you two shut up, $mc is sleeping." Zahn is struggling hard to not make any noise or excessive movements, but the fit of laughter is almost proving too hard to restrain. "Hey, come down here," Duri commands. "Come on, I'll show you what it feels like to get licked by a big slobbery horse." You sense your horse shift over as Zahn chuckles quietly. Oswin sighs again, but it's tilted with humor. "Please try not to jostle $mc so much. You two can lick each other later." <<elseif $mount is 'eb'>>$mountname seems to be unsatisfied with the pace Duri is leading at, and you've heard the demigod balk about how the horse has been nudging $Dhimher with his head. The demigod growls. "Zahn, if that horse pushes me one more time – I'm eating it!" Zahn snorts a laugh in response, clearly trying to stifle the sound for your sake. $Zcapitalheshe replies in a low voice. "Good luck with that, pretty sure he could kick your ass." "Just wait until I'm healed up, horsey," Duri grumbles to which your stallion grunts and you feel him shift directions suddenly. "His name is $mountname." Zahn corrects. "And he's a beautiful and smart boy, aren't you?" Your horse seems to correct course after the sweet words, his ire settled. The horse nickers back with affection. "Will you two–three shut up?" Oswin quietly chides. "$mc is sleeping." "$mountname started it," Duri whines. "He keeps pushing me." In your mind, you can almost see Oswin rolling his eyes, and you try not to laugh. Zahn giggles. "Plenty of room on Oswin's saddle if you're //that// slow." "Fuck off, Sunflower," Duri grumbles. <<elseif $mount is 'bay'>>$mountname is apparently smitten with the demigod, trying to walk very close to $Dhimher, which is 'unnerving' according to Duri. The demigod groans. "Why exactly did $mc need the biggest horse in existence for your little escapade?" Zahn snickers, voice tempered with clear restraint. "What's the matter? Is the all-powerful demigod scared of a horse?" Duri growls. "In case you weren't aware, little sunflower, I can still feel pain. I'd rather not have my feet crushed under the hooves of such an animal." "He just likes you," Zahn says. "Take it as a compliment." Oswin sighs. "No accounting for taste, but it is an animal I suppose." $mountname snorts. "Maybe he just likes that you're as big as him when you're all wolfy," Zahn remarks. Duri huffs. "I'm //bigger//." To your surprise, Oswin chuckles. <<if $Dgen is 'male'>>"I know he's a gelding, but I promise you – //he's// bigger."<<else>>"Didn't take you for the sort to be a snob about size."<</if>> You barely restrain your shock from Oswin's quip. Duri chuckles. "Yeah, yeah." <<elseif $mount is 'mule'>>$mountname has tried to bite the demigod four times already and has succeeded once. Duri's yelp is what most recently spurred you to more wakefulness. $Dcapitalheshe grumbles. "What in the moon is wrong with that creature!? Are you //trying// to get her to bite me?" "Quiet," Oswin chides in a low voice. "$mc is sleeping." Zahn tries to speak through restrained snickering, failing to keep from shaking you a bit. $Zcapitalheshe replies quietly. "Just don't walk so close to her." Duri huffs. "I keep moving away, but she either follows me or you're goading her next to me! This has never happened before, animals ''love'' me!" "She's just a little odd," Zahn replies with affection in $Zhisher tone. "She's protective of $mc too; probably doesn't like how close you are to $himher." Oswin snorts. "She's an excellent judge of character." The silence that follows Oswin's quip tells you that Duri is sulking. That is, until Zahn remarks, "...Oswin, she also bit you earlier before we found $mc." Duri laughs, and you nearly do as well. <</if>> <</if>><<if $Dride4 is true>> Sleep evades you over and over again, but boredom is gnawing at your heels constantly. The others are stubbornly resolute that you rest. Annoyingly, you are not to walk or ride on your own power. Eventually, you resolve to try to nap, shutting your eyes and relaxing, letting daydreams flit in and out of your mind to entertain and relax you. The others chat here and there, and you sense Duri leaning $Dhisher head back towards you here and there, perhaps curious if you are sleeping. Before long, you are entertained by Duri's apparent struggle with your mount. $Dcapitalheshe is fighting to keep you steady on $Dhisher back while remaining quiet as you rest. <<if $mount is 'chessy'>>$mountname has apparently taken to the demigod, trying to kiss $Dhimher at every opportunity. You also wonder if it has something to do with you riding upon the back of a demigod rather than upon her. Duri makes a disgusted noise. "Zahn, keep her away from us. At this rate, my clothes and hair will be soaked before we reach town and $mc will be marinated in drool." Zahn guffaws. "She barely got you that time." The demigod speaks through $Dhisher teeth. "She //licked// my entire fucking arm. Do you have any idea how gross that feels? I'm trying not to drop my precious cargo if you haven't noticed. I can't even wipe it off and it's driving me insane." You can tell that Zahn is muffling laughter. Oswin sighs heavily. "Will you two shut up, $mc is sleeping." Zahn snorts in $Zhisher fit of giggles and you feel Duri shift more suddenly. You hear your horse trot away. "Hey, come back here," Duri commands in a muted but stern tone. "Come on, I'll show you what it feels like to get licked by a big slobbery horse." You continue to hear light shuffling as Zahn keeps giggling, the sound getting further away. Oswin sighs again, but it's titled with humor. "Please try not to jostle $mc so much. You two can lick each other later." <<elseif $mount is 'eb'>>$mountname seems to be unsatisfied with the pace Duri is leading at, and you've heard the demigod balk about how the horse has been nudging $Dhisher butt with his snout. You also wonder if he's upset that you are not the one mounted upon his back. Perhaps he is trying to lift you off your ride. The demigod growls. "Zahn, if that horse touches my ass one more time – I'm eating it!" Duri barely restrains $Dhisher voice. Zahn snorts a laugh in response. "Good luck with that, pretty sure he could kick your ass." "Just wait until I'm healed up, horsey," Duri grumbles to which your stallion grunts. "His name is $mountname." Zahn corrects. "And he's a beautiful and smart boy, aren't you?" The horse nickers back with affection. "Will you two–three shut up?" Oswin quietly chides. "$mc is sleeping." "$mountname started it," Duri whines. "He keeps pushing me." In your mind, you can see Oswin rolling his eyes and try not to laugh. Zahn giggles. "You know, I could take $mc off your hands if you're too weak. Your //cargo// would be safe and snug in the saddle with me." "Fuck off, Sunflower," Duri grumbles. "$mc stays with me." You feel Duri's grip on your legs tighten slightly. <<elseif $mount is 'bay'>>$mountname is apparently smitten with the demigod, trying to walk very close to $Dhimher, which is 'unnerving' according to Duri. The demigod groans. "Why exactly did $mc need the biggest horse in existence for your little escapade?" Zahn snickers. "What's the matter? Is the all-powerful demigod scared of a horse?" Duri growls. "In case you weren't aware, little sunflower, I can still feel pain. I'd rather not have my feet crushed under the hooves of such an animal, nor do I wish to drop my precious cargo." "He just likes you," Zahn says. "Take it as a compliment. He's probably making sure you're good enough to ride on for $mc." Oswin sighs. "No accounting for taste, but it is an animal I suppose." $mountname snorts. "Maybe he just likes that you're as big as him when you're all wolfy," Zahn remarks. Duri huffs. "I'm //bigger//." To your surprise, Oswin chuckles. <<if $Dgen is 'male'>>"I know he's a gelding, but I promise you– //he's// bigger."<<else>>"Didn't take you for the sort to be a snob about size."<</if>> You barely restrain your shock from Oswin's quip. Duri chuckles. "Yeah, yeah." <<elseif $mount is 'mule'>>$mountname has tried to bite the demigod four times already and she succeeded once. Duri's yelp is what most recently spurred you to more wakefulness. $Dcapitalheshe grumbles. "What in the moon is wrong with that creature!? Are you //trying// to get her to bite me!?" "Quiet," Oswin chides in a low voice. "$mc is sleeping." Zahn tries to speak through restrained snickering. "Just don't walk so close to her." Duri huffs. "I keep moving away, but she either follows me or you're goading her next to me! This has never happened before, animals ''love'' me! I don't want to drop $mc." "She's just a little odd," Zahn replies with affection in $Zhisher tone. "And I think she's mad that you're carrying her master." Oswin snorts. "She's an excellent judge of character." The silence that follows Oswin's quip tells you that Duri is sulking. That is, until Zahn remarks, "...Oswin, she bit you earlier before we found $mc." Duri laughs, and you nearly do as well. <</if>><</if>> [[Your relaxed state ebs and flows as you travel.|B5.1]]

At some point, you fully drift off back to sleep for an unknown amount of time. If the ruckus the others were creating earlier continued, you were not aware of it. What you are suddenly aware of as sleep releases you yet again, is that you're laying on the ground. Your mind feels as sluggish as your body as you try to move. You open your eyes and wince at the afternoon sun peeking through the tree canopy. Something wet is touching your left cheek, so you raise a hand to wipe it away. Only to be met with a handful of fur and warmth. Your eyes widen suddenly as you turn your head. You are met nose-to-nose with a very large wolf, cream in color with doleful brown eyes. Shock and fear hit you first, and then confusion. You realize the canine is holding something in its mouth – it happens to be your favorite flower. [[Roses|5rose]] [[Asters|5Aster]] [[Yarrow|5Yarrow]] [[Lilies|5Lily]] [[Poppies|5Poppy]] [[Forget-me-nots|5Forget]] [[Daisies|5Daisy]] [[Peonies|5Peony]] [[Foxgloves|5Foxglove]]

<<set $flower to 'rose'>><<set $favflower to true>> The big red rose easily takes over your attention. You're drawn to roses, and such a large beautiful one is distracting. You almost forget that a wolf is holding it and so you make to cradle the bloom in your hand. It radiates warmth…and it isn't //just// warm. There's a soothing quality to how it feels. It's soft but energetic. This…must be magic. It must be. The wolf drops the flower on your chest and plops down beside you as she begins to whine. You see a happily wagging tail swinging behind her. She crouches low, head to the ground, with pleading brown eyes focused on your face. "Oh!" Duri calls out from a short distance away. "Don't worry, $mc, she won't hurt you!" Oswin comes into view and kneels next to the wolf who presses her head against his leg as her tongue lulls out. He scratches her ears as he attends to you. "Don't worry, Duri insisted we stop, but we will be on our way shortly. $Dcapitalhisher sweet friend here brought $Dhimher something $Dheshe needs." Oswin lowers his voice to a whisper. "I think Duri is in some pain but won't admit it." "Heard that!" Duri calls. Oswin grumbles and then helps you sit up. "Why did the wolf give me a gift?" you ask, holding the flower and smelling the bloom. Duri pads over to you, holding a wooden cup with steam billowing from the top. "That's for our tea." $Dcapitalheshe gives you a big smile – full of teeth. "Tea?" The demigod plops next to you, gently taking the rose from your hand before plucking the petals and placing them in the cup. So much for the beautiful flower. Zahn brings another cup and hands it to Duri who adds petals to it too. "Oswin is right…" Duri says quietly. "So, you're actually in pain?" you ask<<if $Dride4 is true>>, feeling a bit remorseful that $Dheshe has been carrying you<</if>>. "Don't fret, it's not so bad. I just need a boost, and I think you do too…. My mother's magic lingers in the shrine where her flowers still grow. She was a healer, so that's what her magic does. Had we gone to her temple...anyway, I sent a message to my friend here to grab us a flower. I just figured we should share it." Though you are groggy and deep under the influence of the anodyne, you don't necessarily feel //worse//. The presence of a fever is hard to miss, of course, but the purpose of traveling to Codrin instead of visiting the shrine was to get help quickly. You can't help the tingle of suspicion as it crawls along your spine. It must show on your face. Duri gives you a defeated look as $Dheshe kneels closer to you. Oswin stiffens and looms protectively in response and you feel a bit surrounded. "I know you are hiding something, $mc," Duri says and then takes a long drink of $Dhisher tea. "You seemed keen to leave my home, so I wasn't going to press, but something strange…. The further we get from the forest center, the more I sense something trying to pull us back to it." Oswin shifts. "What? What do you mean?" "It's magical – it must be. If I weren't so spent, maybe I could make sense of it, but there is something very strange, and it is centered on you, $mc – like a rope. Your body is reacting to it little by little. This feeling, the rope, is fraying; I can tell it is making you weaker the further we get. I can sense the tension and have a bad feeling…" Duri looks at you with eyes that are equal parts pity and curiosity. "It's like the forest is trying to pull you back in…or, or //you're// trying to-" "I'm not trying to do anything!" you blurt as sudden heat wells in your core – very familiar heat. You gasp as you clutch your stomach. Oswin has an arm around you right away. "$mc! What's wrong?" You are lanced with a powerful pain in your skull. The mark burns. Again, it burns you, flaying your skin. Nausea builds in your gut and you fight to keep bile down. //No. No. No. No! Not again, please.// Your mind repeats. "The tea!" Duri presses the cup to your mouth. "Drink – I swear it will help! She always helped!" You part your lips even though a torrent of pain, fire, and bile is building in your gut, the warm water tinted with rose petals slides down your throat. The relief is immediate. The sensation blooms like millions of flowers at once. It makes you gasp with not only relief but a near-joyful feeling. You could nearly weep. Duri presses the cup to your lips again, gently holding the side of your face as $Dheshe helps you. [[You drink.|A5.2]]

<<set $flower to 'aster'>><<set $favflower to true>> The big cluster of purple aster easily takes over your attention. You're drawn to aster flowers, and such a large beautiful bunch is distracting. You almost forget that a wolf is holding them and so you make to cradle the blooms in your hand. It radiates warmth…and it isn't //just// warm. There's a soothing quality to how it feels. It's soft but energetic. This…must be magic. It must be. The wolf drops the flowers on your chest and plops down beside you as she begins to whine. You see a happily wagging tail swinging behind her. She crouches low, head to the ground, with pleading brown eyes focused on your face. "Oh!" Duri calls out from a short distance away. "Don't worry, $mc, she won't hurt you!" Oswin comes into view and kneels next to the wolf who presses her head against his leg as her tongue lulls out. He scratches her ears as he attends to you. "Don't worry, Duri insisted we stop, but we will be on our way shortly. $Dcapitalhisher sweet friend here brought $Dhimher something $Dheshe needs." Oswin lowers his voice to a whisper. "I think Duri is in some pain but won't admit it." "Heard that!" Duri calls. Oswin grumbles and then helps you sit up. "Why did the wolf give me a gift?" you ask, holding the flower and smelling the blooms. Duri pads over to you, holding a wooden cup with steam billowing from the top. "That's for our tea." $Dcapitalheshe gives you a big smile – full of teeth. "Tea?" The demigod plops next to you, gently taking the asters from your hand before plucking the petals and placing them in the cup. So much for the beautiful flowers. Zahn brings another cup and hands it to Duri who adds petals to it too. "Oswin is right…" Duri says quietly. "So, you're actually in pain?" you ask<<if $Dride4 is true>>, feeling a bit remorseful that $Dheshe has been carrying you<</if>>. "Don't fret, it's not so bad. I just need a boost, and I think you do too…. My mother's magic lingers in the shrine where her flowers still grow. She was a healer, so that's what her magic does. Had we gone to her temple...anyway, I sent a message to my friend here to grab us a flower. I just figured we should share it." Though you are groggy and deep under the influence of the anodyne, you don't necessarily feel //worse//. The presence of a fever is hard to miss, of course, but the purpose of traveling to Codrin instead of visiting the shrine was to get help quickly. You can't help the tingle of suspicion as it crawls along your spine. It must show on your face. Duri gives you a defeated look as $Dheshe kneels closer to you. Oswin stiffens and looms protectively in response and you feel a bit surrounded. "I know you are hiding something, $mc," Duri says and then takes a long drink of $Dhisher tea. "You seemed keen to leave my home, so I wasn't going to press, but something strange…. The further we get from the forest center, the more I sense something trying to pull us back to it." Oswin shifts. "What? What do you mean?" "It's magical – it must be. If I weren't so spent, maybe I could make sense of it, but there is something very strange, and it is centered on you, $mc – like a rope. Your body is reacting to it little by little. This feeling, the rope, is fraying; I can tell it is making you weaker the further we get. I can sense the tension and have a bad feeling…" Duri looks at you with eyes that are equal parts pity and curiosity. "It's like the forest is trying to pull you back in…or, or //you're// trying to-" "I'm not trying to do anything!" you blurt as sudden heat wells in your core – very familiar heat. You gasp as you clutch your stomach. Oswin has an arm around you right away. "$mc! What's wrong?" You are lanced with a powerful pain in your skull. The mark burns. Again, it burns you, flaying your skin. Nausea builds in your gut and you fight to keep bile down. //No. No. No. No! Not again, please.// Your mind repeats. "The tea!" Duri presses the cup to your mouth. "Drink – I swear it will help! She always helped!" You part your lips even though a torrent of pain, fire, and bile is building in your gut, the warm water tinted with aster petals slides down your throat. The relief is immediate. The sensation blooms like millions of flowers at once. It makes you gasp with not only relief but a near-joyful feeling. You could nearly weep. Duri presses the cup to your lips again, gently holding the side of your face as $Dheshe helps you. [[You drink.|A5.2]]

<<set $flower to 'yarrow'>><<set $favflower to true>> The big cluster of white yarrow easily takes over your attention. You're drawn to yarrow, and such a large beautiful bunch is distracting. You almost forget that a wolf is holding it and so you make to cradle the blooms in your hand. It radiates warmth…and it isn't //just// warm. There's a soothing quality to how it feels. It's soft but energetic. This…must be magic. It must be. The wolf drops the flowers on your chest and plops down beside you as she begins to whine. You see a happily wagging tail swinging behind her. She crouches low, head to the ground, with pleading brown eyes focused on your face. "Oh!" Duri calls out from a short distance away. "Don't worry, $mc, she won't hurt you!" Oswin comes into view and kneels next to the wolf who presses her head against his leg as her tongue lulls out. He scratches her ears as he attends to you. "Don't worry, Duri insisted we stop, but we will be on our way shortly. $Dcapitalhisher sweet friend here brought $Dhimher something $Dheshe needs." Oswin lowers his voice to a whisper. "I think Duri is in some pain but won't admit it." "Heard that!" Duri calls. Oswin grumbles and then helps you sit up. "Why did the wolf give me a gift?" you ask, holding the flower and smelling the blooms. Duri pads over to you, holding a wooden cup with steam billowing from the top. "That's for our tea." $Dcapitalheshe gives you a big smile – full of teeth. "Tea?" The demigod plops next to you, gently taking the yarrow from your hand before plucking the petals and placing them in the cup. So much for the beautiful flowers. Zahn brings another cup and hands it to Duri who adds petals to it too. "Oswin is right…" Duri says quietly. "So, you're actually in pain?" you ask<<if $Dride4 is true>>, feeling a bit remorseful that $Dheshe has been carrying you<</if>>. "Don't fret, it's not so bad. I just need a boost, and I think you do too…. My mother's magic lingers in the shrine where her flowers still grow. She was a healer, so that's what her magic does. Had we gone to her temple...anyway, I sent a message to my friend here to grab us a flower. I just figured we should share it." Though you are groggy and deep under the influence of the anodyne, you don't necessarily feel //worse//. The presence of a fever is hard to miss, of course, but the purpose of traveling to Codrin instead of visiting the shrine was to get help quickly. You can't help the tingle of suspicion as it crawls along your spine. It must show on your face. Duri gives you a defeated look as $Dheshe kneels closer to you. Oswin stiffens and looms protectively in response and you feel a bit surrounded. "I know you are hiding something, $mc," Duri says and then takes a long drink of $Dhisher tea. "You seemed keen to leave my home, so I wasn't going to press, but something strange…. The further we get from the forest center, the more I sense something trying to pull us back to it." Oswin shifts. "What? What do you mean?" "It's magical – it must be. If I weren't so spent, maybe I could make sense of it, but there is something very strange, and it is centered on you, $mc – like a rope. Your body is reacting to it little by little. This feeling, the rope, is fraying; I can tell it is making you weaker the further we get. I can sense the tension and have a bad feeling…" Duri looks at you with eyes that are equal parts pity and curiosity. "It's like the forest is trying to pull you back in…or, or //you're// trying to-" "I'm not trying to do anything!" you blurt as sudden heat wells in your core – very familiar heat. You gasp as you clutch your stomach. Oswin has an arm around you right away. "$mc! What's wrong?" You are lanced with a powerful pain in your skull. The mark burns. Again, it burns you, flaying your skin. Nausea builds in your gut and you fight to keep bile down. //No. No. No. No! Not again, please.// Your mind repeats. "The tea!" Duri presses the cup to your mouth. "Drink – I swear it will help! She always helped!" You part your lips even though a torrent of pain, fire, and bile is building in your gut, the warm water tinted with yarrow blooms slides down your throat. The relief is immediate. The sensation blooms like millions of flowers at once. It makes you gasp with not only relief but a near-joyful feeling. You could nearly weep. Duri presses the cup to your lips again, gently holding the side of your face as $Dheshe helps you. [[You drink.|A5.2]]

<<set $flower to 'lily'>><<set $favflower to true>> The big light purple lily easily takes over your attention. You're drawn to lillies, and such a large beautiful one is distracting. You almost forget that a wolf is holding it and so you make to cradle the bloom in your hand. It radiates warmth…and it isn't //just// warm. There's a soothing quality to how it feels. It's soft but energetic. This…must be magic. It must be. The wolf drops the flower on your chest and plops down beside you as she begins to whine. You see a happily wagging tail swinging behind her. She crouches low, head to the ground, with pleading brown eyes focused on your face. "Oh!" Duri calls out from a short distance away. "Don't worry, $mc, she won't hurt you!" Oswin comes into view and kneels next to the wolf who presses her head against his leg as her tongue lulls out. He scratches her ears as he attends to you. "Don't worry, Duri insisted we stop, but we will be on our way shortly. $Dcapitalhisher sweet friend here brought $Dhimher something $Dheshe needs." Oswin lowers his voice to a whisper. "I think Duri is in some pain but won't admit it." "Heard that!" Duri calls. Oswin grumbles and then helps you sit up. "Why did the wolf give me a gift?" you ask, holding the flower and smelling the bloom. Duri pads over to you, holding a wooden cup with steam billowing from the top. "That's for our tea." $Dcapitalheshe gives you a big smile – full of teeth. "Tea?" The demigod plops next to you, gently taking the lily from your hand before plucking the petals and placing them in the cup. So much for the beautiful flower. Zahn brings another cup and hands it to Duri who adds petals to it too. "Oswin is right…" Duri says quietly. "So, you're actually in pain?" you ask<<if $Dride4 is true>>, feeling a bit remorseful that $Dheshe has been carrying you<</if>>. "Don't fret, it's not so bad. I just need a boost, and I think you do too…. My mother's magic lingers in the shrine where her flowers still grow. She was a healer, so that's what her magic does. Had we gone to her temple...anyway, I sent a message to my friend here to grab us a flower. I just figured we should share it." Though you are groggy and deep under the influence of the anodyne, you don't necessarily feel //worse//. The presence of a fever is hard to miss, of course, but the purpose of traveling to Codrin instead of visiting the shrine was to get help quickly. You can't help the tingle of suspicion as it crawls along your spine. It must show on your face. Duri gives you a defeated look as $Dheshe kneels closer to you. Oswin stiffens and looms protectively in response and you feel a bit surrounded. "I know you are hiding something, $mc," Duri says and then takes a long drink of $Dhisher tea. "You seemed keen to leave my home, so I wasn't going to press, but something strange…. The further we get from the forest center, the more I sense something trying to pull us back to it." Oswin shifts. "What? What do you mean?" "It's magical – it must be. If I weren't so spent, maybe I could make sense of it, but there is something very strange, and it is centered on you, $mc – like a rope. Your body is reacting to it little by little. This feeling, the rope, is fraying; I can tell it is making you weaker the further we get. I can sense the tension and have a bad feeling…" Duri looks at you with eyes that are equal parts pity and curiosity. "It's like the forest is trying to pull you back in…or, or //you're// trying to-" "I'm not trying to do anything!" you blurt as sudden heat wells in your core – very familiar heat. You gasp as you clutch your stomach. Oswin has an arm around you right away. "$mc! What's wrong?" You are lanced with a powerful pain in your skull. The mark burns. Again, it burns you, flaying your skin. Nausea builds in your gut and you fight to keep bile down. //No. No. No. No! Not again, please.// Your mind repeats. "The tea!" Duri presses the cup to your mouth. "Drink – I swear it will help! She always helped!" You part your lips even though a torrent of pain, fire, and bile is building in your gut, the warm water tinted with lily petals slides down your throat. The relief is immediate. The sensation blooms like millions of flowers at once. It makes you gasp with not only relief but a near-joyful feeling. You could nearly weep. Duri presses the cup to your lips again, gently holding the side of your face as $Dheshe helps you. [[You drink.|A5.2]]

<<set $flower to 'poppy'>><<set $favflower to true>> The big orange poppy easily takes over your attention. You're drawn to poppies, and such a large beautiful one is distracting. You almost forget that a wolf is holding it and so you make to cradle the bloom in your hand. It radiates warmth…and it isn't //just// warm. There's a soothing quality to how it feels. It's soft but energetic. This…must be magic. It must be. The wolf drops the flower on your chest and plops down beside you as she begins to whine. You see a happily wagging tail swinging behind her. She crouches low, head to the ground, with pleading brown eyes focused on your face. "Oh!" Duri calls out from a short distance away. "Don't worry, $mc, she won't hurt you!" Oswin comes into view and kneels next to the wolf who presses her head against his leg as her tongue lulls out. He scratches her ears as he attends to you. "Don't worry, Duri insisted we stop, but we will be on our way shortly. $Dcapitalhisher sweet friend here brought $Dhimher something $Dheshe needs." Oswin lowers his voice to a whisper. "I think Duri is in some pain but won't admit it." "Heard that!" Duri calls. Oswin grumbles and then helps you sit up. "Why did the wolf give me a gift?" you ask, holding the flower and smelling the bloom. Duri pads over to you, holding a wooden cup with steam billowing from the top. "That's for our tea." $Dcapitalheshe gives you a big smile – full of teeth. "Tea? From a ''poppy'' flower?" Oswin sighs, leveling Duri with an irritated stare. "You do know that some poppies are toxic, I hope." The demigod plops next to you, gently taking the poppy from your hand before plucking the petals and placing them in the cup. So much for the beautiful flower. Zahn brings another cup and hands it to Duri who adds petals to it too. "Oswin is right…" Duri says. "On both accounts – I do know that poppies aren't typically harmless…and…" "You're actually in pain," you finish.<<if $Dride4 is true>>, feeling a bit remorseful that $Dheshe has been carrying you<</if>>. "Don't fret, it's not so bad. I just need a boost, and I think you do too…My mother's magic lingers in the shrine where her flowers still grow. She was a healer, so that's what her magic does – this poppy won't hurt either of us because my mother would never. Had we gone to her temple...anyway, I sent a message to my friend here to grab us a flower. I just figured we should share it." Though you are groggy and deep under the influence of the anodyne, you don't necessarily feel //worse//. The presence of a fever is hard to miss, of course, but the purpose of traveling to Codrin instead of visiting the shrine was to get help quickly. You can't help the tingle of suspicion as it crawls along your spine. It must show on your face. Duri gives you a defeated look as $Dheshe kneels closer to you. Oswin stiffens and looms protectively in response and you feel a bit surrounded. "I know you are hiding something, $mc," Duri says and then takes a long drink of $Dhisher tea, which helps confirm a little that $Dheshe isn't out to poison you. "You seemed keen to leave my home, so I wasn't going to press, but something strange…. The further we get from the forest center, the more I sense something trying to pull us back to it." Oswin shifts. "What? What do you mean?" "It's magical – it must be. If I weren't so spent, maybe I could make sense of it, but there is something very strange, and it is centered on you, $mc – like a rope. Your body is reacting to it little by little. This feeling, the rope, is fraying; I can tell it is making you weaker the further we get. I can sense the tension and have a bad feeling…" Duri looks at you with eyes that are equal parts pity and curiosity. "It's like the forest is trying to pull you back in…or, or //you're// trying to-" "I'm not trying to do anything!" you blurt as sudden heat wells in your core – very familiar heat. You gasp as you clutch your stomach. Oswin has an arm around you right away. "$mc! What's wrong?" You are lanced with a powerful pain in your skull. The mark burns. Again, it burns you, flaying your skin. Nausea builds in your gut and you fight to keep bile down. //No. No. No. No! Not again, please.// Your mind repeats. "The tea!" Duri presses the cup to your mouth. "Drink – I swear it will help! She always helped!" You part your lips even though a torrent of pain, fire, and bile is building in your gut, the warm water tinted with poppy petals slides down your throat. The relief is immediate. The sensation blooms like millions of flowers at once. It makes you gasp with not only relief but a near-joyful feeling. You could nearly weep. Duri presses the cup to your lips again, gently holding the side of your face as $Dheshe helps you. [[You drink.|A5.2]]

<<set $flower to 'forget-me-not'>><<set $favflower to true>> The big cluster of pink forget-me-nots catches your attention. You're drawn to them, and such a large beautiful bunch is distracting. You almost forget that a wolf is holding it and make to cradle the blooms in your hand. They radiate warmth…and it isn't //just// warm. There's a soothing quality to how it feels. It's soft but energetic. This…must be magic. The wolf drops the flowers on your chest and plops down beside you as she begins to whine. You see a happily wagging tail swinging behind her. She crouches low, head to the ground, with pleading brown eyes focused on your face. "Oh!" Duri calls out from a short distance away. "Don't worry, $mc, she won't hurt you!" Oswin comes into view and kneels next to the wolf who presses her head against his leg. He scratches her ears as he attends to you. "Don't worry, Duri insisted we stop, but we will be on our way shortly. $Dcapitalhisher sweet friend here brought $Dhimher something $Dheshe needs." Oswin lowers his voice to a whisper. "I think Duri is in some pain but won't admit it." "Heard that!" Duri calls. Oswin grumbles and then helps you sit up. "Why did the wolf give me a gift?" you ask, holding the flowers and smelling the blooms. Duri pads over to you, holding a wooden cup with steam billowing from the top. "That's for our tea." $Dcapitalheshe gives you a big smile – full of teeth. "Tea?" The demigod plops next to you, gently taking the forget-me-nots from your hand before plucking the petals and placing them in the cup. So much for the beautiful flowers. Zahn brings another cup and hands it to Duri who adds petals to it too. "Oswin is right…" Duri says quietly. "So, you're actually in pain?" you ask<<if $Dride4 is true>>, feeling a bit remorseful that $Dheshe has been carrying you<</if>>. "Don't fret, it's not so bad. I just need a boost, and I think you do too…My mother's magic still lingers in the shrine where her flowers still grow. She was a healer, so that's what her magic does. Had we gone to her temple....anyway, I sent a message to my friend here to grab us a flower. I just figured we should share it." Though you are groggy and clearly deep under the influence of the anodyne, you don't necessarily feel worse. The presence of a fever is hard to miss, of course, but the purpose in traveling to Codrin instead of visiting the shrine was to get help quicker. You can't help the tingle of suspicion as it crawls along your spine. It must show on your face. Duri gives you a defeated look as $Dheshe kneels closer to you. Oswin stiffens and looms protectively in response and you feel a bit surrounded. "I know you are hiding something, $mc," Duri says and then takes a long drink of $Dhisher tea. "You seemed keen to leave my home, so I wasn't going to press, but something strange… The further we get from the forest center, the more I sense something trying to pull us back to it." Oswin shifts. "What? What do you mean?" "It's magical – it must be. If I weren't so spent, maybe I could make sense of it, but there is something very strange, and it is centered on you, $mc – like a rope. Your body is reacting to it little by little. This feeling, the rope, is fraying; I can tell it is making you weaker the further we get. I can sense the tension and have a bad feeling…" Duri looks at you with eyes that are equal parts pity and curiosity. "It's like the forest is trying to pull you back in…or, or //you're// trying to-" "I'm not trying to do anything!" you blurt as sudden heat wells in your core – very familiar heat. You gasp as you clutch your stomach. Oswin has an arm around you right away. "$mc! What's wrong?" You are lanced with a powerful pain in your skull. The mark burns. Again, it burns you, flaying your skin. Nausea builds in your gut and you fight to keep bile down. //No. No. No. No! Not again, please.// Your mind repeats. "The tea!" Duri presses the cup to your mouth. "Drink - I swear it will help! She always helped!" You part your lips even though a torrent of pain and fire is building in your gut, the warm water tinted with forget-me-not petals slides down your throat. The relief is immediate. The sensation blooms like millions of flowers at once. It makes you gasp with not only relief but a near-joyful feeling. You could nearly weep. Duri presses the cup to your lips again, gently holding the side of your face as $Dheshe helps you. [[You drink.|A5.2]]

<<set $flower to 'daisy'>><<set $favflower to true>> The big white daisy easily takes over your attention. You're drawn to daisies, and such a large beautiful one is distracting. You almost forget that a wolf is holding it and so you make to cradle the bloom in your hand. It radiates warmth…and it isn't //just// warm. There's a soothing quality to how it feels. It's soft but energetic. This…must be magic. It must be. The wolf drops the flower on your chest and plops down beside you as she begins to whine. You see a happily wagging tail swinging behind her. She crouches low, head to the ground, with pleading brown eyes focused on your face. "Oh!" Duri calls out from a short distance away. "Don't worry, $mc, she won't hurt you!" Oswin comes into view and kneels next to the wolf who presses her head against his leg as her tongue lulls out. He scratches her ears as he attends to you. "Don't worry, Duri insisted we stop, but we will be on our way shortly. $Dcapitalhisher sweet friend here brought $Dhimher something $Dheshe needs." Oswin lowers his voice to a whisper. "I think Duri is in some pain but won't admit it." "Heard that!" Duri calls. Oswin grumbles and then helps you sit up. "Why did the wolf give me a gift?" you ask, holding the flower and smelling the blooms. Duri pads over to you, holding a wooden cup with steam billowing from the top. "That's for our tea." $Dcapitalheshe gives you a big smile – full of teeth. "Tea?" The demigod plops next to you, gently taking the daisy from your hand before plucking the petals and placing them in the cup. So much for the beautiful flower. Zahn brings another cup and hands it to Duri who adds petals to it too. "Oswin is right…" Duri says quietly. "So, you're actually in pain?" you ask<<if $Dride4 is true>>, feeling a bit remorseful that $Dheshe has been carrying you<</if>>. "Don't fret, it's not so bad. I just need a boost, and I think you do too…. My mother's magic lingers in the shrine where her flowers still grow. She was a healer, so that's what her magic does. Had we gone to her temple...anyway, I sent a message to my friend here to grab us a flower. I just figured we should share it." Though you are groggy and deep under the influence of the anodyne, you don't necessarily feel //worse//. The presence of a fever is hard to miss, of course, but the purpose of traveling to Codrin instead of visiting the shrine was to get help quickly. You can't help the tingle of suspicion as it crawls along your spine. It must show on your face. Duri gives you a defeated look as $Dheshe kneels closer to you. Oswin stiffens and looms protectively in response and you feel a bit surrounded. "I know you are hiding something, $mc," Duri says and then takes a long drink of $Dhisher tea. "You seemed keen to leave my home, so I wasn't going to press, but something strange…. The further we get from the forest center, the more I sense something trying to pull us back to it." Oswin shifts. "What? What do you mean?" "It's magical – it must be. If I weren't so spent, maybe I could make sense of it, but there is something very strange, and it is centered on you, $mc – like a rope. Your body is reacting to it little by little. This feeling, the rope, is fraying; I can tell it is making you weaker the further we get. I can sense the tension and have a bad feeling…" Duri looks at you with eyes that are equal parts pity and curiosity. "It's like the forest is trying to pull you back in…or, or //you're// trying to-" "I'm not trying to do anything!" you blurt as sudden heat wells in your core – very familiar heat. You gasp as you clutch your stomach. Oswin has an arm around you right away. "$mc! What's wrong?" You are lanced with a powerful pain in your skull. The mark burns. Again, it burns you, flaying your skin. Nausea builds in your gut and you fight to keep bile down. //No. No. No. No! Not again, please.// Your mind repeats. "The tea!" Duri presses the cup to your mouth. "Drink – I swear it will help! She always helped!" You part your lips even though a torrent of pain, fire, and bile is building in your gut, the warm water tinted with daisy petals slides down your throat. The relief is immediate. The sensation blooms like millions of flowers at once. It makes you gasp with not only relief but a near-joyful feeling. You could nearly weep. Duri presses the cup to your lips again, gently holding the side of your face as $Dheshe helps you. [[You drink.|A5.2]]

<<set $flower to 'peony'>><<set $favflower to true>> The big yellow peony easily takes over your attention. You're drawn to peonies, and such a large beautiful one is distracting. You almost forget that a wolf is holding it and so you make to cradle the bloom in your hand. It radiates warmth…and it isn't //just// warm. There's a soothing quality to how it feels. It's soft but energetic. This…must be magic. It must be. The wolf drops the flower on your chest and plops down beside you as she begins to whine. You see a happily wagging tail swinging behind her. She crouches low, head to the ground, with pleading brown eyes focused on your face. "Oh!" Duri calls out from a short distance away. "Don't worry, $mc, she won't hurt you!" Oswin comes into view and kneels next to the wolf who presses her head against his leg as her tongue lulls out. He scratches her ears as he attends to you. "Don't worry, Duri insisted we stop, but we will be on our way shortly. $Dcapitalhisher sweet friend here brought $Dhimher something $Dheshe needs." Oswin lowers his voice to a whisper. "I think Duri is in some pain but won't admit it." "Heard that!" Duri calls. Oswin grumbles and then helps you sit up. "Why did the wolf give me a gift?" you ask, holding the flower and smelling the bloom. Duri pads over to you, holding a wooden cup with steam billowing from the top. "That's for our tea." $Dcapitalheshe gives you a big smile – full of teeth. "Tea?" The demigod plops next to you, gently taking the peony from your hand before plucking the petals and placing them in the cup. So much for the beautiful flower. Zahn brings another cup and hands it to Duri who adds petals to it too. "Oswin is right…" Duri says quietly. "So, you're actually in pain?" you ask<<if $Dride4 is true>>, feeling a bit remorseful that $Dheshe has been carrying you<</if>>. "Don't fret, it's not so bad. I just need a boost, and I think you do too…. My mother's magic lingers in the shrine where her flowers still grow. She was a healer, so that's what her magic does. Had we gone to her temple...anyway, I sent a message to my friend here to grab us a flower. I just figured we should share it." Though you are groggy and deep under the influence of the anodyne, you don't necessarily feel //worse//. The presence of a fever is hard to miss, of course, but the purpose of traveling to Codrin instead of visiting the shrine was to get help quickly. You can't help the tingle of suspicion as it crawls along your spine. It must show on your face. Duri gives you a defeated look as $Dheshe kneels closer to you. Oswin stiffens and looms protectively in response and you feel a bit surrounded. "I know you are hiding something, $mc," Duri says and then takes a long drink of $Dhisher tea. "You seemed keen to leave my home, so I wasn't going to press, but something strange…. The further we get from the forest center, the more I sense something trying to pull us back to it." Oswin shifts. "What? What do you mean?" "It's magical – it must be. If I weren't so spent, maybe I could make sense of it, but there is something very strange, and it is centered on you, $mc – like a rope. Your body is reacting to it little by little. This feeling, the rope, is fraying; I can tell it is making you weaker the further we get. I can sense the tension and have a bad feeling…" Duri looks at you with eyes that are equal parts pity and curiosity. "It's like the forest is trying to pull you back in…or, or //you're// trying to-" "I'm not trying to do anything!" you blurt as sudden heat wells in your core – very familiar heat. You gasp as you clutch your stomach. Oswin has an arm around you right away. "$mc! What's wrong?" You are lanced with a powerful pain in your skull. The mark burns. Again, it burns you, flaying your skin. Nausea builds in your gut and you fight to keep bile down. //No. No. No. No! Not again, please.// Your mind repeats. "The tea!" Duri presses the cup to your mouth. "Drink – I swear it will help! She always helped!" You part your lips even though a torrent of pain, fire, and bile is building in your gut, the warm water tinted with peony petals slides down your throat. The relief is immediate. The sensation blooms like millions of flowers at once. It makes you gasp with not only relief but a near-joyful feeling. You could nearly weep. Duri presses the cup to your lips again, gently holding the side of your face as $Dheshe helps you. [[You drink.|A5.2]]

<<set $flower to 'foxglove'>><<set $favflower to true>> The big cluster of dark purple foxgloves easily takes over your attention. You're drawn to foxglove, and such a large beautiful one is distracting. You almost forget that a wolf is holding it and so you make to cradle the bloom in your hand. It radiates warmth…and it isn't //just// warm. There's a soothing quality to how it feels. It's soft but energetic. This…must be magic. It must be. The wolf drops the flower on your chest and plops down beside you as she begins to whine. You see a happily wagging tail swinging behind her. She crouches low, head to the ground, with pleading brown eyes focused on your face. "Oh!" Duri calls out from a short distance away. "Don't worry, $mc, she won't hurt you!" Oswin comes into view and kneels next to the wolf who presses her head against his leg as her tongue lulls out. He scratches her ears as he attends to you. "Don't worry, Duri insisted we stop, but we will be on our way shortly. $Dcapitalhisher sweet friend here brought $Dhimher something $Dheshe needs." Oswin lowers his voice to a whisper. "I think Duri is in some pain but won't admit it." "Heard that!" Duri calls. Oswin grumbles and then helps you sit up. "Why did the wolf give me a gift?" you ask, holding the flower and smelling the blooms. Duri pads over to you, holding a wooden cup with steam billowing from the top. "That's for our tea." $Dcapitalheshe gives you a big smile – full of teeth. "Tea? From foxglove?" You chuckle at the notion. Oswin sighs, leveling Duri with an irritated stare. "I surely do not need to inform you that foxgloves are deadly…" The demigod plops next to you, gently taking the foxglove from your hand before plucking the petals and placing them in the cup. So much for the beautiful flower. Zahn brings another cup and hands it to Duri who adds petals to it too. "Oswin is right…" Duri says. "On both accounts - I do know that foxgloves can kill, and…" "You're actually in pain," you finish.<<if $Dride4 is true>>, feeling a bit remorseful that $Dheshe has been carrying you<</if>>. "Don't fret, it's not so bad. I just need a boost, and I think you do too…My mother's magic lingers in the shrine where her flowers still grow. She was a healer, so that's what her magic does – this foxglove won't hurt either of us because my mother would never. Had we gone to her temple...anyway, I sent a message to my friend here to grab us a flower. I just figured we should share it." Though you are groggy and deep under the influence of the anodyne, you don't necessarily feel //worse//. The presence of a fever is hard to miss, of course, but the purpose of traveling to Codrin instead of visiting the shrine was to get help quickly. You can't help the tingle of suspicion as it crawls along your spine. It must show on your face. Duri gives you a defeated look as $Dheshe kneels closer to you. Oswin stiffens and looms protectively in response and you feel a bit surrounded. "I know you are hiding something, $mc," Duri says and then takes a long drink of $Dhisher tea, which helps confirm a little that $Dheshe isn't out to poison you. "You seemed keen to leave my home, so I wasn't going to press, but something strange…. The further we get from the forest center, the more I sense something trying to pull us back to it." Oswin shifts. "What? What do you mean?" "It's magical – it must be. If I weren't so spent, maybe I could make sense of it, but there is something very strange, and it is centered on you, $mc – like a rope. Your body is reacting to it little by little. This feeling, the rope, is fraying; I can tell it is making you weaker the further we get. I can sense the tension and have a bad feeling…" Duri looks at you with eyes that are equal parts pity and curiosity. "It's like the forest is trying to pull you back in…or, or //you're// trying to-" "I'm not trying to do anything!" you blurt as sudden heat wells in your core – very familiar heat. You gasp as you clutch your stomach. Oswin has an arm around you right away. "$mc! What's wrong?" You are lanced with a powerful pain in your skull. The mark burns. Again, it burns you, flaying your skin. Nausea builds in your gut and you fight to keep bile down. //No. No. No. No! Not again, please.// Your mind repeats. "The tea!" Duri presses the cup to your mouth. "Drink – I swear it will help! She always helped!" You part your lips even though a torrent of pain, fire, and bile is building in your gut, the warm water tinted with foxglove petals slides down your throat. The relief is immediate. The sensation blooms like millions of flowers at once. It makes you gasp with not only relief but a near-joyful feeling. You could nearly weep. Duri presses the cup to your lips again, gently holding the side of your face as $Dheshe helps you. [[You drink.|A5.2]]

After the quickest cup of tea you've ever had, you are loaded back up and off to Codrin at a much faster pace. You know from a great deal of experience that anodyne does little to ease the suffering of a flair from your curse. Before now, you weren't even certain that the full power of a flair would bother you anymore with the mark's presence. The tea somehow calms it, but you are not leaving anything to chance. It is difficult not to lose your mind to the looming fear that another bout could be as intense as the one you had on your birthday – it felt so much like the beginnings of that one. The burning pain that rendered you to your knees is forever etched in your mind. You're in a mental fog between the anxiety, tea, and tonic, but you are aware enough to catch Oswin telling Duri that you have a chronic illness. You almost don't see any point in hiding that it's a curse anymore. You just want this to be done. Oswin rushes the mounts, who seem to readily oblige despite how difficult the last couple of days have been. Sure enough, the further you get from the forest, the deeper the pull in your gut. It feels like a tether stretching more and more as you try to escape its confines. Is the curse reaching out for something or is something reaching out for the curse? …For you. Eventually, most of your hearing goes muffled. You can make out the sound of hooves as they hit the road. You don't remember when your vision went black though. You wish your awareness would fade completely, but it doesn't grant you that small mercy. Your hands tremble, and it's not long after that you sense the full intensity of the convulsions take over. <<if $Oride4 is true>>Oswin holds you tightly. You know that he keeps speaking to you, but you cannot make out the words.<<elseif $Zride4 is true>>At some point Zahn started praying. You're not even sure how you know, but you hear $Zhimher evoke the name of Din as $Zheshe grips you tightly.<<else>>Duri clings to you as if $Dheshe is frightened. $Dcapitalheshe says the same thing over and over again, but you can't tell what it is. You don't even know why $Dheshe would care this much.<</if>> Yet again, you are left wondering if you will survive this. [[....|A5.3]]

<html> <body> <span> <h1 style="font-size:25px;"> <span style="color:red"> <div style="text-align: center;">"HALT!"</div> </h1> </span> </body> </html> [[A deep voice summons you from slumber.|A5.4]]

Your eyes open suddenly and you gasp. You realize quickly that you have no control over your body as it flails and convulses about. <<if $Oride4 is true>>Oswin steadies you the best he can.<<elseif $Zride4 is true>>Zahn steadies you the best $Zheshe can.<<else>>Duri steadies you the best $Dheshe can.<</if>> You can see now and hear as well, but you aren't sure if this is a boon or not. You spot high walls in front of you, lined with armed guards. You think you taste blood. "Please, I beg you, let us through!" Oswin cries out. "My friend is dying, we need a healer!" "Save it, we've heard it all. A bloke just yesterday tried that same stunt. Too easy to fake a seizure. You'll go through security like everyone else." "No!" Oswin cries. "Please, just take-" The guard bellows. "You'll wait your turn like everyone else! Now, dismount before I have you shot down!" <<if $Oride4 is true>>Oswin passes you to Duri so he can dismount quickly.<<elseif $Zride4 is true>>Duri quickly takes you from Zahn so $Zheshe can dismount.<<else>>Duri checks you as the others dismount, worried honey-brown eyes combing over you.<</if>> Your body continues to thrash and you cannot speak. A group of guards comes into your line of sight, and you pathetically try to gargle a plea for assistance to no avail. Duri brings you right towards the guard, presumably a captain who has been barking orders. "We're not faking it, you dolt! We need to see Lyreheart and fast!" The guard laughs in a way that still makes your skin crawl even though you are mid-convulsion. "You and me both. Get in line then, half the city is-" "Excuse me!" A new voice interrupts. You spot the newcomer – sort of. At a glance, you can see that the person is masked, wearing a deep blue cloak with ornate silver embroidery. You only barely register their masked face before their back sweeps in front of you. All you see is the cloak, dark like the night sky and stitched with silver stars and constellations. Your senses are beginning to fail again and you fight back with all you have to stay conscious. "These people mean no harm, Jarvis." The stranger argues. "James." The guard corrects. "Apologies, Hames – I have it on good authority that these folks are expected by the dear bard." The stranger speaks with such confidence that even you believe them. The guard groans. "You are always cooking up something, aren't you." The stranger continues. "I'm here to ensure they make it through the gates posthaste. Lyreheart is performing as we speak and…well, as you can see…" They gesture towards you and then whisper something to the guard. "For fuck sake, fine then! Gods, why do I even do this job? Go on, get in before I change my mind!" The others waste no time in running inside with Duri carrying you and leading the way. As you pass the stranger, you catch the briefest glimpse of their face, only spotting a pair of curious dark eyes staring back at you before you are rushed away. Everyone clamors through the streets. You hear people yelp as your group, with mounts in tow, rush along. Duri is well ahead of the others and seems to know exactly where to go. You're not sure how long you travel before… [[You hear music.|A5.5]]

A very large inn comes into view with throngs of people surrounding it. They fill up a grand porch – crowding the windows to see inside. An overflow of onlookers simply stand around on the street. You're shocked when Duri pushes straight through the crowd, barking at the spectators to move. Most give $Dhimher a wide berth. You catch whispers and gasps coming from them as you pass by. You also catch the words '$Dhimher again' from a small group that clears a path for you. And then, everything blurs out except for the music. Strings, probably a harp or lyre. You guess lyre for the namesake of the person Duri is frantically searching for. The notes cascade around you, rendering most people quiet. The sound is beautiful, but more than that – you //feel// it. Something inside your heart wells at the sound. There's a weight to this music, one that you feel you could hold in your hands as it sailed around in the sky or on the seas and pulled you along. It cradles you. For a moment it is bliss. It soothes your body, even lessening the tremors of your muscles and the blooming pain in your skull. You unconsciously reach toward the music, wanting it closer. Until Duri begins yelling. "Runey!" You hear a string on the lyre suddenly twang. "Runey! Please!" Duri keeps pushing through the throng of people inside the inn. Most spot you and back away quickly, faces twisted in shock and pity. A path opens to the front of a massive lobby and at its head sits the bard… [[A woman|A5.5a]] [[A man.|A5.5b]]

<<nobr>> <<set $Rgen to 'female'>> <<set $Rheshe to 'she'>> <<set $Rcapitalheshe to 'She'>> <<set $Rhisher to 'her'>> <<set $Rcapitalhisher to 'Her'>> <<set $Rhimher to 'her'>> <<set $Rcapitalhimher to 'Her'>> <<set $Rhishers to 'hers'>> <<set $Rcapitalhishers to 'Hers'>> <<set $Rhimselfherself to 'herself'>> <<set $Rcapitalhimselfherself to 'Herself'>> <<set $Rmanwoperson to 'woman'>> <<set $Rsondtrchild to 'daughter'>> <</nobr>> She sits with a lyre resting on her thigh. Despite her relaxed position, you suddenly feel less like you are in the lobby of an inn and more like you are in a throne room. The inn is nice and not as lavish as a throne room, but before you sits a queen draped in flowing white and purple silks. You almost beg your vision to clear to see her better. She pinches the bridge of her nose with eyes shut tight, annoyance radiating from her stage. "Duri'naan, I made it exceedingly clear after the last time – you are banned!" Her eyes snap open and the ferocity in her expression morphs into shock as she sees you staring back. "Runey, please…" Duri lifts you slightly. "To my quarters, now." The entire crowd parts in an instant. Duri rushes you to a set of stairs running to the top so quickly that you feel a sense of vertigo. You think you hear the voices of Oswin and Zahn behind you. Before you know it, $Dheshe is gently laying you on a large bed. Your body continues to shake and you feel the burning of the mark breaking through again. You can still see and hear a little, but you cannot speak. The bard enters the room, shedding the elegant outer robe as she rushes to a basin of water to wash her hands. "What's happened to them?" Duri stammers. "I don't actually know – this is $mc, I just know it's some sort of illness. The others are coming, they know more." The door bangs open again. You hear Oswin first. "How <<if $pronouns is 'they'>>are<<else>>is<</if>> $heshe?" Duri chimes in. "Oswin, this is Rune. Runey, this is-" "Later," Oswin says, coming to the bedside. "Please, can you help us? We don't know…this is an illness that $mc has had since childhood. These flare-ups happen sporadically. There's convulsions, severe pain, weakness, um, vomiting, fever..." Oswin rushes through every word, clearly frantic. Rune comes to you and feels the side of your face. You finally notice her bright purple eyes, but you can hardly focus on them. "The fever is very high, pupils are completely //constricted//…" The pretty eyes study you. "How strange…" Oswin snaps to attention. "What is strange?" "Everyone out," Rune commands. You hear two sets of footsteps tripping over themselves on the way out of the door, but Oswin does not budge. You are not sure who is more intense in their gaze – Rune or Oswin. You expect a fight any second but are surprised when Rune gently cups the side of Oswin's face with one hand and simply nods to the door. Oswin's bottom lip quivers and then he suddenly turns and storms out of the room without a word. The bard turns back to you with a kind smile. "It'll be okay." [[Everything slowly fades away.|A5.6]]

<<nobr>> <<set $Rgen to 'male'>> <<set $Rheshe to 'he'>> <<set $Rcapitalheshe to 'He'>> <<set $Rhisher to 'his'>> <<set $Rcapitalhisher to 'His'>> <<set $Rhimher to 'him'>> <<set $Rcapitalhimher to 'Him'>> <<set $Rhishers to 'his'>> <<set $Rcapitalhishers to 'His'>> <<set $Rhimselfherself to 'himself'>> <<set $Rcapitalhimselfherself to 'Himself'>> <<set $Rmanwoperson to 'man'>> <<set $Rsondtrchild to 'son'>> <</nobr>> He sits with a lyre resting on his thigh. Despite his relaxed position, you suddenly feel less like you are in the lobby of an inn and more like you are in a throne room. The inn is nice and not as lavish as a throne room, but before you sits a king draped in flowing white and purple silks. You almost beg your vision to clear to see him better. He pinches the bridge of his nose with eyes shut tight, annoyance radiating from his stage. "Duri'naan, I made it exceedingly clear after the last time – you are banned!" His eyes snap open and the ferocity in his expression morphs into shock as he sees you staring back. "Runey, please…" Duri lifts you slightly. "To my quarters, now." The entire crowd parts in an instant. Duri rushes you to a set of stairs running to the top so quickly that you feel a sense of vertigo. You think you hear the voices of Oswin and Zahn behind you. Before you know it, $Dheshe is gently laying you on a large bed. Your body continues to shake and you feel the burning of the mark breaking through again. You can still see and hear a little, but you cannot speak. The bard enters the room, shedding the elegant outer robe as he rushes to a basin of water to wash his hands. "What's happened to them?" Duri stammers. "I don't actually know – this is $mc, I just know it's some sort of illness. The others are coming, they know more." The door bangs open again. You hear Oswin first. "How <<if $pronouns is 'they'>>are<<else>>is<</if>> $heshe?" Duri chimes in. "Oswin, this is Rune. Runey, this is-" "Later," Oswin says, coming to the bedside. "Please, can you help us? We don't know…this is an illness that $mc has had since childhood. These flare-ups happen sporadically. There's convulsions, severe pain, weakness, um, vomiting, fever..." Oswin rushes through every word, clearly frantic. Rune comes to you and feels the side of your face. You finally notice his bright purple eyes, but you can hardly focus on them. "The fever is very high, pupils are completely //constricted//…" The pretty eyes study you. "How strange…" Oswin snaps to attention. "What is strange?" "Everyone out," Rune commands. You hear two sets of footsteps tripping over themselves on the way out of the door, but Oswin does not budge. You are not sure who is more intense in their gaze – Rune or Oswin. You expect a fight any second but are surprised when Rune gently cups the side of Oswin's face with one hand and simply nods to the door. Oswin's bottom lip quivers and then he suddenly turns and storms out of the room without a word. The bard turns back to you with a kind smile. "It'll be okay." [[Everything slowly fades away.|A5.6]]

As usual, your consciousness comes and goes. You are lost in time and orientation. Sometimes you wake up and think you are back home, other times you don't remember even being in any particular place. Sometimes you recall being rushed into an inn. But one thing you can remember is a pair of beautiful eyes looking in on you often. Rune speaks to you frequently. Though you cannot reply, you think you can understand most of the time. $Rcapitalheshe narrates to you every move $Rheshe makes, apologizing for touching or moving you, telling you something might hurt a bit, or simply soothing you with kind words. The best part is when Rune sings. $Rcapitalhisher voice is like no other you have heard. There are many good singers in Stonebrook – your Papa isn't bad as long as he thinks no one is listening. Bards pop into the tavern on occasion to make merry, but you have never heard one quite like this. It is difficult to pinpoint what makes Rune's voice different. It's trained and experienced, but there is something else there just out of your grasp of awareness. Either hours or days pass before you open your eyes again with any cognition. As awareness seeps in, you realize you are still in the large bed, staring at the ceiling of an unfamiliar room. You hear birds and realize the sun is coming through the windows, but you can't tell the time of day yet. You blink sleep away and realize the bard sits next to the bed, and that you are completely enshrouded in a purple mist. You startle initially and the mist simply swirls around you as a ripple would in water. You reach out and run your hand through it and watch it flow around in the air. You look to your healer, who is fast asleep in $Rhisher chair, hands on knees with palms up, the source of the purple mist. It's then that you realize just how much better you feel. The burn is gone, you don't feel as weak, and your headache has lessened. You think of your shoulder. <<if $shoulderdislocate is true>>It still feels swollen and very sore.<<else>>It still feels very tender and you note a throb from within.<</if>> You move it delicately to test it and pain wracks through your back and takes your breath away. So, you're not completely better. However, you do manage to sit yourself up on your own power. The improvement is almost unreal and you are unsure if it is thanks to your healer or to the changes since the curse marked you. [[Either way, you now have a chance to get a good look at your new acquaintance.|A5.7]]

Rune, though sleeping slumped in a chair, is still somehow quite elegant. A mane of rich black curls crowns $Rhisher head, but you notice the bangs just on $Rhisher left temple are a bright purple. $Rcapitalhisher skin is a rich brown but you can't quite make out $Rhisher figure very well from $Rhisher seated position. <<if $height is 'verytall'>>You are clearly taller than $Rhimher<<elseif $height is 'tall'>>You can tell you probably stand a bit taller than $Rhimher.<<elseif $height is 'average'>>You think you are roughly around the same height as $Rhimher.<<else>>As with most people, you are pretty sure you're shorter than $Rhimher.<</if>> Rune's clothing is also quite lovely. $Rcapitalheshe is wearing a bright white tunic with gold embroidery along the hems. The tunic has an unusually low cut neckline, showing off a large dark tattoo – a depiction of the lower half of a blazing sun – upon $Rhisher chest. Rune also wears a purple silken belt, though $Rhisher trousers appear to be of a simple but rich brown cloth. You spot the robe Rune was wearing last night on a rack by the door. It is floor-length and white silk, but it is lined in rich purple with beads of shining gold sparkling in a pattern you cannot identify from your position. $Rcapitalheshe also wears jewelry of gold – earrings, and bangles along $Rhisher arms. This is //possibly// one of the most color-coordinated people you've ever seen. You peek down to the floor where you see…purple shoes. This is //definitely// the most color-coordinated person you've ever seen. Around you, the magic purple mist pulsates, and you realize that Rune is stirring. Bright purple orbs come into view.<<if $eyecolor is "purple">> They're much like your own, perhaps a different shade. You don't recall ever meeting another person with your eye color.<<else>> You don't know if you've ever actually met a person with purple eyes before. You know what people say about them, though. At least for this person, it seems true that they have some sort of magic affiliation.<</if>> The purple in Rune's hair also draws your curiosity. You wonder how $Rheshe managed to color it that way.<<if $greyokay is false>> It gives you ideas for your own hair. Maybe Rune would have a way to cover your grey hair in a way that would make you happy with it.<</if>> <<if $ReservedOutgoing > 49>>You give $Rhimher a sheepish smile accompanied by a little wave of a hand in greeting.<<else>>Your face brightens with a large smile. "Good morning," you greet.<</if>> "Well-met. Glad you're not as unconscious now." The bard nods and leans forward. "I am Rūndis Lyreheart, but I much prefer to simply be addressed as 'Rune' or even 'Lyreheart.' Typically, I am a bard by night and a physician by day, but you seem to have upended my schedule." Rune holds a hand out to you. [[You politely pass on the gesture.|A5.7a]] [[You shake hands in greeting.|A5.7b]] $flirt_label [[You flounder about what to do, so you kiss Rune's hand.|A5.7c]] $flirt_label [[You know just what you want to do, so you kiss Rune's hand.|A5.7d]]

You tilt your head in a small bow to acknowledge the gesture, but keep your hands to yourself. Rune smiles warmly and returns your acknowledgement, folding $Rhisher hands in $Rhisher lap. Rune watches you for a moment with an unreadable expression. $Rcapitalheshe crosses $Rhisher legs at the knee and lightly taps $Rhisher fingertips to $Rhisher chin. You're a bit unsure if $Rheshe is waiting on something from you or not.<<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>You clear your throat. "I appreciate that you came to my aid…could you tell me how long I was down this time?"<<else>>You tilt your head. "Care to tell me why you're looking at me like that? Was I a bad patient? Did I take your room for a long time or something?"<</if>> Rune seems to snap from thought. "Oh, you were only poorly for about a day." $Rcapitalheshe glances out the window. "A little less, it's late afternoon now – I think they brought you in at sunset yesterday." "What!?" you exclaim. The bard startles slightly and then tilts $Rhisher head. "Is that unusual?" "Very…I should…that bout felt severe enough that I'd usually be in bed for days on end." You search Rune's face for answers. Is $Rheshe simply that powerful? Full lips pull into a tight line as Rune's purple eyes study you with a bit more scrutiny. "We should have a chat before I notify your friends that you are awake. I have questions." A shiver runs up your spine. <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"Okay…I suppose you wouldn't be out to hurt me if you've brought me this far…"<<else>>"Are you sure you just don't want more time alone with me? I'm flattered."<</if>> Rune leans forward, resting $Rhisher elbows on $Rhisher knees. "Quite…my first question is are you safe?" You're taken aback initially. "Safe?" You look around the room. "Yes?" A finely manicured eyebrow lifts at your reaction. "I mean with your group. Duri'naan I know – $Dheshe is an idiot but wouldn't be out to harm you. The other two I do not know. The one, Oswin, seems to care for you a great deal but that does not mean he has your best interests at heart. Zahn appears sweet-natured, but I've fallen for that once before. If you do not feel safe, I will see to it that you are before the day is out. I have a great deal of sway-" "No, no – I'm safe. <<if $Ostat2 is 'friends'>>Oswin is a good friend of mine. We've known each other since childhood. He has a bit of an attitude sometimes, but he's a good man.<<elseif $Ostat2 is 'romantic'>>Oswin is a good, um, friend of mine. We've known each other since we were children. He's important to me and a very good man.<<elseif $Ostat2 is 'distant'>>Oswin is fine, he's my guide for my journey. He's got an attitude, but I'm safe with him.<<elseif $Ostat2 is 'neutral'>>Oswin is fine, he's my guide for my journey. He's got a bit of an attitude, but I'm safe with him.<</if>> <<if $Zstat is 'neutral'>>We met Zahn on the journey here. $Zcapitalheshe is a religious pilgrim, so $Zheshe has tagged along with us for a bit.<<elseif $Zstat is 'friends'>>Zahn is a new friend we made on our journey here. $Zcapitalheshe is a religious pilgrim. $Zcapitalheshe has been very kind, we made fast friends.<<elseif $Zstat is 'romantic'>>Zahn is a new friend we made on our journey here. $Zcapitalheshe is a religious pilgrim. $Zcapitalheshe has been very kind, a veritable sweetheart really.<<elseif $Zstat is 'physical'>>Zahn is a new friend we made on our journey here. $Zcapitalheshe is a religious pilgrim. $Zcapitalheshe has been very kind, we made fast friends.<<elseif $Zstat is 'sus'>>We met Zahn on the journey here. $Zcapitalheshe is a religious pilgrim, so $Zheshe has tagged along with us for a bit. Honestly, I'm just a bit suspicious of $Zhimher. I don't feel like I'm in danger exactly, just that $Zheshe's hiding something.<</if>>" Rune nods along. "Okay then, that's good enough for me. I wanted to be sure. I've kept them out of the way. That Oswin is a stubborn one. I was able to secure a room for them, but he refused. He sat outside the door all night instead." "Really?" "Yes. He passed out a while ago and Duri'naan took him to bed for me. He's exceptionally exhausted, so I'm keen to make him sleep as long as possible. I will treat him as well, once I am satisfied with your progress." You sigh. "It's been quite the journey…" Rune leans back in $Rhisher chair. "So, my next question…" "Yes?" [["What are you?"|A5.8]]

You lean forward a bit to reach out to clasp Rune's hand. A tingling warmth encompasses your skin, sending a jolt up your arm – it doesn't hurt though. Surprise must show on your face as Rune gives you a slightly bashful smile. "Occupational hazard," Rune says, taking $Rhisher hand back and folding it with the other on $Rhisher lap. "Magic sometimes lingers after long-term use, so even if I have retracted it, it can be felt by those with particular levels of sensitivity to it." You nod as you recline back in the bed. This must mean you really can sense magic… Rune watches you for a moment with an unreadable expression. $Rcapitalheshe crosses $Rhisher legs at the knee and lightly taps $Rhisher fingertips to $Rhisher chin. You're a bit unsure if $Rheshe is waiting on something from you or not.<<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>You clear your throat. "I appreciate that you came to my aid…could you tell me how long I was down this time?"<<else>>You tilt your head. "Care to tell me why you're looking at me like that? Was I a bad patient? Did I take your room for a long time or something?"<</if>> Rune seems to snap from thought. "Oh, you were only poorly for about a day." $Rcapitalheshe glances out the window. "A little less, it's late afternoon now – I think they brought you in at sunset yesterday." "What!?" you exclaim. The bard startles slightly and then tilts $Rhisher head. "Is that unusual?" "Very…I should…that bout felt severe enough that I'd usually be in bed for days on end." You search Rune's face for answers. Is $Rheshe simply that powerful? Full lips pull into a tight line as Rune's purple eyes study you with a bit more scrutiny. "We should have a chat before I notify your friends that you are awake. I have questions." A shiver runs up your spine. <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"Okay…I suppose you wouldn't be out to hurt me if you've brought me this far…"<<else>>"Are you sure you just don't want more time alone with me? I'm flattered."<</if>> Rune leans forward, resting $Rhisher elbows on $Rhisher knees. "Quite…my first question is are you safe?" You're taken aback initially. "Safe?" You look around the room. "Yes?" A finely manicured eyebrow lifts at your reaction. "I mean with your group. Duri'naan I know – $Dheshe is an idiot but wouldn't be out to harm you. The other two I do not know. The one, Oswin, seems to care for you a great deal but that does not mean he has your best interests at heart. Zahn appears sweet-natured, but I've fallen for that once before. If you do not feel safe, I will see to it that you are before the day is out. I have a great deal of sway-" "No, no – I'm safe. <<if $Ostat2 is 'friends'>>Oswin is a good friend of mine. We've known each other since childhood. He has a bit of an attitude sometimes, but he's a good man.<<elseif $Ostat2 is 'romantic'>>Oswin is a good, um, friend of mine. We've known each other since we were children. He's important to me and a very good man.<<elseif $Ostat2 is 'distant'>>Oswin is fine, he's my guide for my journey. He's got an attitude, but I'm safe with him.<<elseif $Ostat2 is 'neutral'>>Oswin is fine, he's my guide for my journey. He's got a bit of an attitude, but I'm safe with him.<</if>> <<if $Zstat is 'neutral'>>We met Zahn on the journey here. $Zcapitalheshe is a religious pilgrim, so $Zheshe has tagged along with us for a bit.<<elseif $Zstat is 'friends'>>Zahn is a new friend we made on our journey here. $Zcapitalheshe is a religious pilgrim. $Zcapitalheshe has been very kind, we made fast friends.<<elseif $Zstat is 'romantic'>>Zahn is a new friend we made on our journey here. $Zcapitalheshe is a religious pilgrim. $Zcapitalheshe has been very kind, a veritable sweetheart really.<<elseif $Zstat is 'physical'>>Zahn is a new friend we made on our journey here. $Zcapitalheshe is a religious pilgrim. $Zcapitalheshe has been very kind, we made fast friends.<<elseif $Zstat is 'sus'>>We met Zahn on the journey here. $Zcapitalheshe is a religious pilgrim, so $Zheshe has tagged along with us for a bit. Honestly, I'm just a bit suspicious of $Zhimher. I don't feel like I'm in danger exactly, just that $Zheshe's hiding something.<</if>>" Rune nods along. "Okay then, that's good enough for me. I wanted to be sure. I've kept them out of the way. That Oswin is a stubborn one. I was able to secure a room for them, but he refused. He sat outside the door all night instead." "Really?" "Yes. He passed out a while ago and Duri'naan took him to bed for me. He's exceptionally exhausted, so I'm keen to make him sleep as long as possible. I will treat him as well, once I am satisfied with your progress." You sigh. "It's been quite the journey…" Rune leans back in $Rhisher chair. "So, my next question…" "Yes?" [["What are you?"|A5.8]]

<<set $Rflirt +=3>> <<set $Rshy +=3>> Social norms suddenly scramble in your mind. You find yourself leaning forward to clasp Rune's hand, but you are unsure of what you're supposed to do. Rune looks every bit the noble – equal parts beauty and power. You don't remember ever meeting a proper noble. Is it acceptable to shake or does Rune expect something more? You hesitate and then shyly bring your lips to the back of $Rhisher hand to place a light kiss. A tingling warmth encompasses your skin, sending a tingle up your arm and through your lips. You make the mistake of glancing at Rune's face, finding restrained mirth pressed upon $Rhisher lips. Heat fills your face and you mumble an apology as you release the bard's hand. Rune gives you a slightly amused smile. "Quite fine, the debate on decorum was plain on your face and very entertaining, so we're even," $Rheshe says, taking $Rhisher hand back and folding it with the other on $Rhisher lap. "Please excuse any strange tingling sensations. Magic sometimes lingers after long-term use, so even if I have retracted it, it can be felt by those with particular levels of sensitivity to it." You nod as you recline back in the bed. This must mean you really can sense magic… Rune watches you for a moment with an unreadable expression. $Rcapitalheshe crosses $Rhisher legs at the knee and lightly taps $Rhisher fingertips to $Rhisher chin. You're a bit unsure if $Rheshe is waiting on something from you or not.<<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>You clear your throat. "I appreciate that you came to my aid…could you tell me how long I was down this time?"<<else>>You tilt your head. "Care to tell me why you're looking at me like that? Was I a bad patient? Did I take your room for a long time or something?"<</if>> Rune seems to snap from thought. "Oh, you were only poorly for about a day." $Rcapitalheshe glances out the window. "A little less, it's late afternoon now – I think they brought you in at sunset yesterday." "What!?" you exclaim. The bard startles slightly and then tilts $Rhisher head. "Is that unusual?" "Very…I should…that bout felt severe enough that I'd usually be in bed for days on end." You search Rune's face for answers. Is $Rheshe simply that powerful? Full lips pull into a tight line as Rune's purple eyes study you with a bit more scrutiny. "We should have a chat before I notify your friends that you are awake. I have questions." A shiver runs up your spine. <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"Okay…I suppose you wouldn't be out to hurt me if you've brought me this far…"<<else>>"Are you sure you just don't want more time alone with me? I'm flattered."<</if>> Rune leans forward, resting $Rhisher elbows on $Rhisher knees. "Quite…my first question is are you safe?" You're taken aback initially. "Safe?" You look around the room. "Yes?" A finely manicured eyebrow lifts at your reaction. "I mean with your group. Duri'naan I know – $Dheshe is an idiot but wouldn't be out to harm you. The other two I do not know. The one, Oswin, seems to care for you a great deal but that does not mean he has your best interests at heart. Zahn appears sweet-natured, but I've fallen for that once before. If you do not feel safe, I will see to it that you are before the day is out. I have a great deal of sway-" "No, no – I'm safe. <<if $Ostat2 is 'friends'>>Oswin is a good friend of mine. We've known each other since childhood. He has a bit of an attitude sometimes, but he's a good man.<<elseif $Ostat2 is 'romantic'>>Oswin is a good, um, friend of mine. We've known each other since we were children. He's important to me and a very good man.<<elseif $Ostat2 is 'distant'>>Oswin is fine, he's my guide for my journey. He's got an attitude, but I'm safe with him.<<elseif $Ostat2 is 'neutral'>>Oswin is fine, he's my guide for my journey. He's got a bit of an attitude, but I'm safe with him.<</if>> <<if $Zstat is 'neutral'>>We met Zahn on the journey here. $Zcapitalheshe is a religious pilgrim, so $Zheshe has tagged along with us for a bit.<<elseif $Zstat is 'friends'>>Zahn is a new friend we made on our journey here. $Zcapitalheshe is a religious pilgrim. $Zcapitalheshe has been very kind, we made fast friends.<<elseif $Zstat is 'romantic'>>Zahn is a new friend we made on our journey here. $Zcapitalheshe is a religious pilgrim. $Zcapitalheshe has been very kind, a veritable sweetheart really.<<elseif $Zstat is 'physical'>>Zahn is a new friend we made on our journey here. $Zcapitalheshe is a religious pilgrim. $Zcapitalheshe has been very kind, we made fast friends.<<elseif $Zstat is 'sus'>>We met Zahn on the journey here. $Zcapitalheshe is a religious pilgrim, so $Zheshe has tagged along with us for a bit. Honestly, I'm just a bit suspicious of $Zhimher. I don't feel like I'm in danger exactly, just that $Zheshe's hiding something.<</if>>" Rune nods along. "Okay then, that's good enough for me. I wanted to be sure. I've kept them out of the way. That Oswin is a stubborn one. I was able to secure a room for them, but he refused. He sat outside the door all night instead." "Really?" "Yes. He passed out a while ago and Duri'naan took him to bed for me. He's exceptionally exhausted, so I'm keen to make him sleep as long as possible. I will treat him as well, once I am satisfied with your progress." You sigh. "It's been quite the journey…" Rune leans back in $Rhisher chair. "So, my next question…" "Yes?" [["What are you?"|A5.8]]

<<set $Rflirt +=3>> <<set $Rbold +=3>> Rune watches as you pull $Rhisher hand to your lips. You feel how incredibly soft $Rhisher hand is, save for some rough patches along $Rhisher fingers. You press your lips in a long sweet kiss, savoring the suppleness of the sweet skin before you release $Rhisher hand back. A tingling warmth encompasses your skin, sending a delightful tickle up your arm and through your face. The bard blinks. "My but your lips are chapped…What sort of doctor am I – I'll get you some balm." A partial smirk on $Rhisher lips doesn't escape your notice. Rune takes $Rhisher hand back and digs into $Rhisher pocket before tossing you a small tin. "It's my personal balm, but something tells me that won't deter you." You grin as you apply the lip balm, a sting of relief travels across the broken skin. Rune gives you a polite smile, folding $Rhisher hands together on $Rhisher lap. "Please excuse any strange tingling sensations. Magic sometimes lingers after long-term use, so even if I have retracted it, it can be felt by those with particular levels of sensitivity to it." You nod as you recline back in the bed. This must mean you really can sense magic… Rune watches you for a moment with an unreadable expression. $Rcapitalheshe crosses $Rhisher legs at the knee and lightly taps $Rhisher fingertips to $Rhisher chin. You're a bit unsure if $Rheshe is waiting on something from you or not.<<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>You clear your throat. "I appreciate that you came to my aid…could you tell me how long I was down this time?"<<else>>You tilt your head. "Care to tell me why you're looking at me like that? Was I a bad patient? Did I take your room for a long time or something?"<</if>> Rune seems to snap from thought. "Oh, you were only poorly for about a day." $Rcapitalheshe glances out the window. "A little less, it's late afternoon now – I think they brought you in at sunset yesterday." "What!?" you exclaim. The bard startles slightly and then tilts $Rhisher head. "Is that unusual?" "Very…I should…that bout felt severe enough that I'd usually be in bed for days on end." You search Rune's face for answers. Is $Rheshe simply that powerful? Full lips pull into a tight line as Rune's purple eyes study you with a bit more scrutiny. "We should have a chat before I notify your friends that you are awake. I have questions." A shiver runs up your spine. <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"Okay…I suppose you wouldn't be out to hurt me if you've brought me this far…"<<else>>"Are you sure you just don't want more time alone with me? I'm flattered."<</if>> Rune leans forward, resting $Rhisher elbows on $Rhisher knees. "Quite…my first question is are you safe?" You're taken aback initially. "Safe?" You look around the room. "Yes?" A finely manicured eyebrow lifts at your reaction. "I mean with your group. Duri'naan I know – $Dheshe is an idiot but wouldn't be out to harm you. The other two I do not know. The one, Oswin, seems to care for you a great deal but that does not mean he has your best interests at heart. Zahn appears sweet-natured, but I've fallen for that once before. If you do not feel safe, I will see to it that you are before the day is out. I have a great deal of sway-" "No, no – I'm safe. <<if $Ostat2 is 'friends'>>Oswin is a good friend of mine. We've known each other since childhood. He has a bit of an attitude sometimes, but he's a good man.<<elseif $Ostat2 is 'romantic'>>Oswin is a good, um, friend of mine. We've known each other since we were children. He's important to me and a very good man.<<elseif $Ostat2 is 'distant'>>Oswin is fine, he's my guide for my journey. He's got an attitude, but I'm safe with him.<<elseif $Ostat2 is 'neutral'>>Oswin is fine, he's my guide for my journey. He's got a bit of an attitude, but I'm safe with him.<</if>> <<if $Zstat is 'neutral'>>We met Zahn on the journey here. $Zcapitalheshe is a religious pilgrim, so $Zheshe has tagged along with us for a bit.<<elseif $Zstat is 'friends'>>Zahn is a new friend we made on our journey here. $Zcapitalheshe is a religious pilgrim. $Zcapitalheshe has been very kind, we made fast friends.<<elseif $Zstat is 'romantic'>>Zahn is a new friend we made on our journey here. $Zcapitalheshe is a religious pilgrim. $Zcapitalheshe has been very kind, a veritable sweetheart really.<<elseif $Zstat is 'physical'>>Zahn is a new friend we made on our journey here. $Zcapitalheshe is a religious pilgrim. $Zcapitalheshe has been very kind, we made fast friends.<<elseif $Zstat is 'sus'>>We met Zahn on the journey here. $Zcapitalheshe is a religious pilgrim, so $Zheshe has tagged along with us for a bit. Honestly, I'm just a bit suspicious of $Zhimher. I don't feel like I'm in danger exactly, just that $Zheshe's hiding something.<</if>>" Rune nods along. "Okay then, that's good enough for me. I wanted to be sure. I've kept them out of the way. That Oswin is a stubborn one. I was able to secure a room for them, but he refused. He sat outside the door all night instead." "Really?" "Yes. He passed out a while ago and Duri'naan took him to bed for me. He's exceptionally exhausted, so I'm keen to make him sleep as long as possible. I will treat him as well, once I am satisfied with your progress." You sigh. "It's been quite the journey…" Rune leans back in $Rhisher chair. "So, my next question…" "Yes?" [["What are you?"|A5.8]]

You practically choke on a breath at the question. "What do you mean //what// am I? I'm just $mc Northbreaker…" Rune nods. "Your friends gave me your name – but that's not what I'm asking. Are you a mage, a witch, a magic user in any term?" You shake your head. <<if $eyecolor is "purple">>Rune looks at you with clear dubiousness. "Your eye color is quite rare. Not that it is a sure indicator of those with abilities, but it is even rarer to meet a person with purple eyes who has no aptitude for magic." "Well, I suppose now you have. I can't do any magic that I know of…"<</if>> $Rcapitalheshe looks at you with a puzzled expression. "I don't know what you have, $mc, but it isn't an illness – not in the typical sense." You try to look surprised. "Oh." Rune takes a deep breath. "Mm-hmm, and you knew that already didn't you?" You nod. "So…you have either gotten into something you really shouldn't have, you're lying to me about being a magic user, or…" "I didn't lie…nor have I gotten into anything." "$mc, you have something seriously wrong, and it's something I have never encountered before. Your body is absorbing – or rather, trying to absorb – ''tremendous'' amounts of magic." Your jaw drops. Rune scoots $Rhisher chair closer to the bed. "If you have not been using magic or playing around with artifacts, there is no reason I know that you'd be involuntarily absorbing magic. The physical reaction you are getting appears to be two-fold. At first, it's like a hunger pang reaching out for sustenance, and then when magic enters your body, it cannot handle it the way a mage would, and so reacts in a volatile way." You shake your head. "How could I absorb magic but not be able to use it?" "I can't even understand how you are absorbing it, but that's what's happening. Mages – magic users in general – do not store magic, they pull it from all around them and use it at will. Powerful mages are such because magic finds them and lingers – bending to our commands and becoming one with us in a sense. So, I know that you know something more. Just come clean, and I may be able to help you. Magic can strain your physical body tremendously when you are unaccustomed to it – this //can// kill you." The words settle heavily on your shoulders. [[You breathe a moment and attempt to give a simple explanation of what has happened to you.|A5.8a]] [[The weight of all you have been through crashes down and you burst into tears.|A5.8b]] [[Bitterness is on your tongue as you tell your story.|A5.8c]]

<<set $cursestress +=2>> You take a moment to breathe and collect your thoughts. There's no getting out of explaining this, and it is reasonable to believe that telling Rune could be a key to your survival. Rune waits patiently for you… [[You're suppressing how upsetting it actually is to you.|A5.8a1]] [[You're remaining reasonable, if not a bit optimistic.|A5.8a2]]

<<set $cursefatigue to 'crying'>> <<set $cursestress +=4>> You suck in a stuttering breath as the weight that you carry shatters upon your shoulders. Rune quickly gets up from $Rhisher seat and sits on the edge of the bed, offering to console you. [[You let Rune hold you.|A5.8b1]] [[You do not want to be held.|A5.8b2]]

<<set $cursefatigue to 'bitter'>> <<set $cursestress +=3>> Rune gives you space but stays near to show support as if you have been friends for many years. You grit your teeth and you feel your blood rushing through your body. You freely bear your anger as you speak, explaining to Rune that you are unjustly cursed by a god and dying because of it. You tell of every hard-won breath and every trial from home to where you are today and how hard you are fighting against your fate. Rune listens to every slight you bring $Rhimher, taking on all your frustrations from the curse to the treacherous path you took here. You rant about <<if hasVisited("3.1a")>>how you started this journey with a sense of excitement and adventure, which has only led you to disaster, crushing your hopes of what this path could bring.<<elseif hasVisited("3.1b")>>how apprehensive you felt starting this journey, and how your fears have come to fruition and spiraled out of control.<<elseif hasVisited("3.1c")>>how thrilled you were to take this path with Oswin as your guide, to connect with him in a way you'd been missing out on. Only to have it ruined by the perils this trip has thrown you in.<<elseif hasVisited("3.1d")>>how panicked you felt starting this journey, and how your fears have only come to fruition and spiraled out of control.<<else>>how unbothered you felt at the start of your journey, but then everything has gone to shit and pulled the rug out from under you, sending you into a spiral of fear you never expected.<</if>> Rune listens patiently as you confess <<if $goal is 'love'>>your aggravation that you will never find love and how your wish for your birthday was to find a rare and beautiful connection with another soul<<elseif $goal is 'friendship'>>your aggravation that you will never find the connections and friendships that your soul craves. That you will spend the final year of your life without having impacted those around you as if you never mattered to the world<<elseif $goal is 'craft'>>your frustration at never having another chance to pursue your passion, your craft. That your love <<if $interest is 'choppin'>>for lumber-work and your walk in Papa's footsteps will die with you.<<elseif $interest is 'woodin'>>for wood-working and your walk in Papa's footsteps will die with you.<<elseif $interest is 'swordin'>>for swordsmanship will perish with you.<<elseif $interest is 'archin'>>for bowmanship will perish with you.<<elseif $interest is 'healin'>>for helping and nurturing others will die with you.<<elseif $interest is 'tradin'>>for trade and business will perish with you.<<elseif $interest is 'cookin'>>for food and meals that bring others together will die with you.<</if>><<elseif $goal is 'answers'>>your frustration that you will die before you ever get answers or before anyone ever takes responsibility for cursing you, that no one will be held accountable for tampering with your life<<elseif $goal is 'independence'>>your aggravation that you will never taste true independence. That you will meet the end of your days just as helpless as the day you were born.<</if>> You spill the venom within your heart, feeling sick with bitterness, all in the presence of a near stranger. Rune guides you with deep breaths to help you settle but does not chide you for the expression of your burdens. Your shoulder aches, but you haven't within yourself to care about the pain anymore. All you've had is pain, and you are so tired of it winning. You feel your blood begin to level out as your heart calms. Rune hands you a kerchief to dab the sweat from your brow that has accumulated Your voice is tight when you speak. "Th-thank you. I apologize for getting worked up…" "Don't apologize for that," Rune says. "You have been through a great deal of hardship and the path ahead is uncertain. It is okay to express yourself as long as you do not hurt yourself or another." You take another calming breath, feeling more relieved. "You're very kind," you mumble. Rune smiles, and it's then that you see a shine in $Rhisher eyes. "If you need a safe place to fall apart, I will be here for you." You nod. "Now, speaking of shoulders - we really should attend to yours more thoroughly and get your other wounds a jump on healing. <<if $shoulderdislocate is true>>I tended to the most dire tears and swelling as you slept, but most of my energy went to feeding your curse so it would cease the reaction with your body. I took an initial feel around with my magic and the tendons and muscles are badly damaged. Oswin did a wonderful job getting the joint back into place – had he not, it may have been too far gone to ever heal correctly.<<else>>I tended to the wound and was able to stymie the infection, which was severe and trying to spread rapidly. Had you not been treated by your companions, the infection would likely be bad enough that I do not know if even magic would save your arm. I was able to feel around the muscle a bit with my power and it may not surprise you that the damage is significant.<</if>>" "So, how does this work?" you ask. "After treating your curse, I am quite tired. I can still help you, so do not fear. The way I can heal you is by giving your body a push to heal itself much faster. This is best done over multiple days – I do not know how long it will take. I will need to pour magic into the wounded area at least once per day, but likely I will want to start by treating you three times. I do not have to touch you for this to work either if you are averse to it. You //will// be more tired than normal and more hungry. You have the use of my quarters for as long as you need. I would like you to stay in bed for at least two full days, after that I encourage you to move around and get the blood flowing. There's a market just down the road you could walk around in." You glance around at the most opulent inn lodgings that you've ever seen. "I don't have much gold…" Rune's eyes go a bit wide. "Everything I do, I do purely because I want to. I have no need of money. Anyway, I imagine you'd much like to clean up, so allow me a few minutes to begin your treatment. Once we are done, I will retire for a while and you will have use of the washroom. Your belongings are there and you are welcome to use or wear anything you find. I often receive gifts of clothing and have no desire for them." [[Rune wastes no time getting to work.|A5.9]]

Rune embraces you readily as if you have been friends for many years. You sob into $Rhisher shoulder as $Rheshe gently sways side to side while rubbing soothing circles in your back. Through tears and strained cries, you tell Rune that you are cursed by a god and dying. You tell of every hard-won breath and every trial from home to where you are today. Rune listens to every woe you bring $Rhimher, taking on all your frustrations from the curse to the treacherous path you took here. You cry of <<if hasVisited("3.1a")>>how you started this journey with a sense of excitement and adventure, which has only led you to disaster, crushing your hopes of what this path could bring.<<elseif hasVisited("3.1b")>>how apprehensive you felt starting this journey, and how your fears have come to fruition and spiraled out of control.<<elseif hasVisited("3.1c")>>how thrilled you were to take this path with Oswin as your guide, to connect with him in a way you'd been missing out on. Only to have it ruined by the perils this trip has thrown you in.<<elseif hasVisited("3.1d")>>how panicked you felt starting this journey, and how your fears have only come to fruition and spiraled out of control.<<else>>how unbothered you felt at the start of your journey, but then everything has gone to shit and pulled the rug out from under you, sending you into a spiral of fear you never expected.<</if>> Rune listens patiently as you confess <<if $goal is 'love'>>your fear that you will never find love and how your wish for your birthday was to find a rare and beautiful connection with another soul<<elseif $goal is 'friendship'>>your fear of never finding the connections and friendships that your soul craves. That you will spend the final year of your life without having impacted those around you<<elseif $goal is 'craft'>>your dismay at never having another chance to pursue your passion, your craft. That your love <<if $interest is 'choppin'>>for lumber-work and your walk in Papa's footsteps will die with you.<<elseif $interest is 'woodin'>>for wood-working and your walk in Papa's footsteps will die with you.<<elseif $interest is 'swordin'>>for swordsmanship will perish with you.<<elseif $interest is 'archin'>>for bowmanship will perish with you.<<elseif $interest is 'healin'>>for helping and nurturing others will die with you.<<elseif $interest is 'tradin'>>for trade and business will perish with you.<<elseif $interest is 'cookin'>>for food and meals that bring others together will die with you.<</if>><<elseif $goal is 'answers'>>your fear that you will die before you ever get answers or before anyone ever takes responsibility for cursing you<<elseif $goal is 'independence'>>your fear that you will never taste true independence. That you will meet the end of your days just as helpless as the day you were born.<</if>> You spill your heart and weep yourself nearly sick in the arms of a stranger. Rune hums you a song when you are finished speaking. $Rcapitalheshe does not hurry your tears, whispering apologies and encouragements as $Rheshe rubs your back. Your shoulder aches, but you haven't within yourself to care about the pain anymore. All you've had is pain, and you are so tired of it winning. When you pull yourself away from Rune, you feel that you must look like a mess. $Rcapitalheshe hands you a kerchief for you to dry your eyes and face. Once you feel more presentable, you sheepishly look back to Rune who gives you a gentle smile. Your voice is strained and nasally when you speak. "Th-thank you. I'm sorry I lost it…" "Don't apologize for that," Rune says. "You have been through a great deal of hardship and the path ahead is uncertain. It is okay to fall apart and express yourself." Another tear slips from your eye, but Rune's gentle hand sweeps it away. Your lip quivers slightly. "You're very kind," you mumble. Rune smiles, and it's then that you see a shine to $Rhisher own eyes. "If you need a safe place to fall apart, my shoulder is yours." You nod and swallow the lump in your throat. "Now, speaking of shoulders - we really should attend to yours more thoroughly and get your other wounds a jump on healing. <<if $shoulderdislocate is true>>I tended to the most dire tears and swelling as you slept, but most of my energy went to feeding your curse so it would cease the reaction with your body. I took an initial feel around with my magic and the tendons and muscles are badly damaged. Oswin did a wonderful job getting the joint back into place – had he not, it may have been too far gone to ever heal correctly.<<else>>I tended to the wound and was able to stymie the infection, which was severe and trying to spread rapidly. Had you not been treated by your companions, the infection would likely be bad enough that I do not know if even magic would save your arm. I was able to feel around the muscle a bit with my power and it may not surprise you that the damage is significant.<</if>>" "So, how does this work?" you ask. "After treating your curse, I am quite tired. I can still help you, so do not fear. The way I can heal you is by giving your body a push to heal itself much faster. This is best done over multiple days – I do not know how long it will take. I will need to pour magic into the wounded area at least once per day, but likely I will want to start by treating you three times. I do not have to touch you for this to work either if you are averse to it. You //will// be more tired than normal and more hungry. You have the use of my quarters for as long as you need. I would like you to stay in bed for at least two full days, after that I encourage you to move around and get the blood flowing. There's a market just down the road you could walk around in." You glance around at the most opulent inn lodgings that you've ever seen. "I don't have much gold…" Rune's eyes go a bit wide. "Everything I do, I do purely because I want to. I have no need of money. Anyway, I imagine you'd much like to clean up, so allow me a few minutes to begin your treatment. Once we are done, I will retire for a while and you will have use of the washroom. Your belongings are there and you are welcome to use or wear anything you find. I often receive gifts of clothing and have no desire for them." [[Rune wastes no time getting to work.|A5.9]]

Rune gives you space but stays near to show support as if you have been friends for many years. You sob into into your hands. Through tears and strained cries, you tell Rune that you are cursed by a god and dying. You tell of every hard-won breath and every trial from home to where you are today. Rune listens to every woe you bring $Rhimher, taking on all your frustrations from the curse to the treacherous path you took here. You cry of <<if hasVisited("3.1a")>>how you started this journey with a sense of excitement and adventure, which has only led you to disaster, crushing your hopes of what this path could bring.<<elseif hasVisited("3.1b")>>how apprehensive you felt starting this journey, and how your fears have come to fruition and spiraled out of control.<<elseif hasVisited("3.1c")>>how thrilled you were to take this path with Oswin as your guide, to connect with him in a way you'd been missing out on. Only to have it ruined by the perils this trip has thrown you in.<<elseif hasVisited("3.1d")>>how panicked you felt starting this journey, and how your fears have only come to fruition and spiraled out of control.<<else>>how unbothered you felt at the start of your journey, but then everything has gone to shit and pulled the rug out from under you, sending you into a spiral of fear you never expected.<</if>> Rune listens patiently as you confess <<if $goal is 'love'>>your fear that you will never find love and how your wish for your birthday was to find a rare and beautiful connection with another soul<<elseif $goal is 'friendship'>>your fear of never finding the connections and friendships that your soul craves. That you will spend the final year of your life without having impacted those around you<<elseif $goal is 'craft'>>your dismay at never having another chance to pursue your passion, your craft. That your love <<if $interest is 'choppin'>>for lumber-work and your walk in Papa's footsteps will die with you.<<elseif $interest is 'woodin'>>for wood-working and your walk in Papa's footsteps will die with you.<<elseif $interest is 'swordin'>>for swordsmanship will perish with you.<<elseif $interest is 'archin'>>for bowmanship will perish with you.<<elseif $interest is 'healin'>>for helping and nurturing others will die with you.<<elseif $interest is 'tradin'>>for trade and business will perish with you.<<elseif $interest is 'cookin'>>for food and meals that bring others together will die with you.<</if>><<elseif $goal is 'answers'>>your fear that you will die before you ever get answers or before anyone ever takes responsibility for cursing you<<elseif $goal is 'independence'>>your fear that you will never taste true independence. That you will meet the end of your days just as helpless as the day you were born.<</if>> You spill your heart and weep yourself nearly sick in the presence of a stranger. Rune hums you a song when you are finished speaking to bring you any comfort $Rheshe can. $Rcapitalheshe does not hurry your tears, whispering apologies and encouragements. Your shoulder aches, but you haven't within yourself to care about the pain anymore. All you've had is pain, and you are so tired of it winning. When you pull your hands away from your face, you feel that you must look like a mess. $Rcapitalheshe hands you a kerchief for you to dry your eyes and face. Once you feel more presentable, you sheepishly look back to Rune who gives you a gentle smile. Your voice is strained and nasally when you speak. "Th-thank you. I'm sorry I lost it…" "Don't apologize for that," Rune says. "You have been through a great deal of hardship and the path ahead is uncertain. It is okay to fall apart and express yourself." Another tear slips from your eye, and Rune mimics a calming breath for you to help guide yourself into settling. Your lip quivers slightly. "You're very kind," you mumble. Rune smiles, and it's then that you see a shine to $Rhisher own eyes. "If you need a safe place to fall apart, I will be here for you." You nod and swallow the lump in your throat. "Now, speaking of shoulders - we really should attend to yours more thoroughly and get your other wounds a jump on healing. <<if $shoulderdislocate is true>>I tended to the most dire tears and swelling as you slept, but most of my energy went to feeding your curse so it would cease the reaction with your body. I took an initial feel around with my magic and the tendons and muscles are badly damaged. Oswin did a wonderful job getting the joint back into place – had he not, it may have been too far gone to ever heal correctly.<<else>>I tended to the wound and was able to stymie the infection, which was severe and trying to spread rapidly. Had you not been treated by your companions, the infection would likely be bad enough that I do not know if even magic would save your arm. I was able to feel around the muscle a bit with my power and it may not surprise you that the damage is significant.<</if>>" "So, how does this work?" you ask. "After treating your curse, I am quite tired. I can still help you, so do not fear. The way I can heal you is by giving your body a push to heal itself much faster. This is best done over multiple days – I do not know how long it will take. I will need to pour magic into the wounded area at least once per day, but likely I will want to start by treating you three times. I do not have to touch you for this to work either if you are averse to it. You //will// be more tired than normal and more hungry. You have the use of my quarters for as long as you need. I would like you to stay in bed for at least two full days, after that I encourage you to move around and get the blood flowing. There's a market just down the road you could walk around in." You glance around at the most opulent inn lodgings that you've ever seen. "I don't have much gold…" Rune's eyes go a bit wide. "Everything I do, I do purely because I want to. I have no need of money. Anyway, I imagine you'd much like to clean up, so allow me a few minutes to begin your treatment. Once we are done, I will retire for a while and you will have use of the washroom. Your belongings are there and you are welcome to use or wear anything you find. I often receive gifts of clothing and have no desire for them." [[Rune wastes no time getting to work.|A5.9]]

<<set $Rcodex to true>><<set $RstatCurrent to "Currently Undefined">> Rune moves to stand next to the bed and folds $Rhisher hands politely. "As I said, I do not have to touch you for this to work. Some patients desire the contact as, for them, there is an element of comfort in being touched. The choice is yours. This first session will be shorter than the others simply because I am weary. I will help secure, mainly your shoulder, against pain. The ribs will take longer. You will feel better long enough for you to clean up, get a change of clothing, eat, and get back to bed. Tomorrow you will have three sessions with me, a bit less than an hour each – we'll do this for two days. Your job is to rest, eat, and drink – ''nothing'' more. You could feel any number of sensations, most feel nothing, but this will not hurt. Understood?" "Yes." You briefly wonder if you should address Rune as you would a guard captain. "Do you prefer touch or no?" Rune asks. [[You would find it more comforting to let Rune touch you.|A5.9a]] [[You do not want to be touched.|A5.9b]] $flirt_label [[You try to perturb Rune by making it weird as you agree to touch.|A5.9c]] $flirt_label [[You would find touch more comforting but are embarrassed to ask.|A5.9d]] $flirt_label [[You ask that Rune stands close to you instead.|A5.9e]]

<<set $cursefatigue to 'suppress'>> <<set $cursestress +=4>> Rune gives you $Rhisher full attention. You tamp down the rise of emotion you feel as you begin to tell your story. It makes you stop for a moment against your will and Rune gives you an odd look. You clear your throat a few times, shaking the feeling away as you launch into the details as minimally as you can. You tell Rune that you are cursed by a god and dying. Though $Rheshe is shocked at the revelation for a moment, $Rheshe does not interrupt you. You start from the beginning, trying to speak of being a very sick child without letting it throw you into a pit of emotion you do not want to be in right now. So, instead, you focus on the facts and the symptoms. You tell of the visit with the mage, Ansar, and all that he told you and of the plan to seek help from the nearest god you might find. You also tell of how your journey has been fraught with troubles as well, resulting in your injured shoulder. Rune listens with resolute patience, leaning forward and resting $Rhisher chin on $Rhisher hands, asking the occasional question for clarity. You notice little change in how $Rheshe reacts – except – for when Ansar's name is mentioned. For the briefest moment, you would swear, the bard almost winces. When you conclude your tale, Rune leans back, face twisted in thought. "I hate that you have had to go through this, $mc. The pressure you must feel is probably unreal. It would be understandable if you were not okay. I just want you to know that." Rune gives you a significant look. You just nod, though you feel your throat tighten. "Bottling your emotions only leads to bigger problems later." Rune levels you with a serious look. "...Something I know a great deal about. I advise that you seek some comfort where you can. Healthy ones – I am still a physician of sorts. Rely on those companions of yours." $Rcapitalheshe smirks. You manage a small smile as well. "Only Oswin knows the full extent of everything. He did not want to trust anyone else with all the information." Rune nods. "A wise choice. A curse means magic, and some out there would seek to use you for it, even if there was nothing to be tangibly gained. Magic hunters are a significant problem at times. As soon as the landslide occurred, several from the city set out to search for artifacts – none of them are very…//respectable// people. Fortunately, you came right to me. I will note that Duri'naan would be a safe one to tell. $Dcapitalheshe can't exactly help you break it, but $Dheshe won't try to use you for profit or anything. Zahn is a bit simple." Rune freezes for a moment. "Apologies, I don't mean that in an intellectual sense. I mean that $Zheshe just seems to be trying to get by. $Zcapitalheshe was fretting for your wellbeing a great deal and displayed no interests that would indicate selfish motives to me." You nod. Rune smiles warmly at you. "$mc, if you find that you need a safe place to…unravel, I will be here for you. There's no obligation to seek your other companions out, especially if it brings discomfort. But, you may have my shoulder to help you lift your burdens should you need it." You swallow the lump in your throat. "Now, speaking of shoulders - we really should attend to yours more thoroughly and get your other wounds a jump on healing. <<if $shoulderdislocate is true>>I tended to the most dire tears and swelling as you slept, but most of my energy went to feeding your curse so it would cease the reaction with your body. I took an initial feel around with my magic and the tendons and muscles are badly damaged. Oswin did a wonderful job getting the joint back into place – had he not, it may have been too far gone to ever heal correctly.<<else>>I tended to the wound and was able to stymie the infection, which was severe and trying to spread rapidly. Had you not been treated by your companions, the infection would likely be bad enough that I do not know if even magic would save your arm. I was able to feel around the muscle a bit with my power and it may not surprise you that the damage is significant.<</if>>" "So, how does this work?" you ask. "After treating your curse, I am quite tired. I can still help you, so do not fear. The way I can heal you is by giving your body a push to heal itself much faster. This is best done over multiple days – I do not know how long it will take. I will need to pour magic into the wounded area at least once per day, but likely I will want to start by treating you three times. I do not have to touch you for this to work either if you are averse to it. You //will// be more tired than normal and more hungry. You have the use of my quarters for as long as you need. I would like you to stay in bed for at least two full days, after that I encourage you to move around and get the blood flowing. There's a market just down the road you could walk around in." You glance around at the most opulent inn lodgings that you've ever seen. "I don't have much gold…" Rune's eyes go a bit wide. "Everything I do, I do purely because I want to. I have no need of money. Anyway, I imagine you'd much like to clean up, so allow me a few minutes to begin your treatment. Once we are done, I will retire for a while and you will have use of the washroom. Your belongings are there and you are welcome to use or wear anything you find. I often receive gifts of clothing and have no desire for them." [[Rune wastes no time getting to work.|A5.9]]

<<set $cursefatigue to 'reason'>> Rune gives you $Rhisher full attention. You begin to tell your story as clearly as you can. You tell Rune that you are cursed by a god and dying. Though $Rheshe is shocked at the revelation for a moment, $Rheshe does not interrupt you. You start from the beginning, trying to speak of being a very sick child and how the illness followed you into adulthood. You focus on the facts and the symptoms, mentioning the tea Emre made you that seemed to help symptoms. You also tell of the visit with the mage, Ansar, and all that he told you and of the plan to seek help from the nearest god you might find. You also tell of how your journey has been fraught with its troubles as well, resulting in your injured shoulder. Rune listens with resolute patience, leaning forward and resting $Rhisher chin on $Rhisher hands, asking the occasional question for clarity. You notice little change in how $Rheshe reacts – except – for when Ansar's name is mentioned. For the briefest moment, you would swear, the bard almost winces. When you conclude your tale, Rune leans back, face twisted in thought. "I hate that you have had to go through this, $mc. It would be understandable if you were not okay. I just want you to know that." Rune gives you a significant look. You just nod. "Thank you, but I am doing okay right now." "I would advise that you maybe spend some time with your friends – confide in them – and do something you enjoy, healthy habits, of course." $Rcapitalheshe smirks. You managed a small smile as well. "Only Oswin knows the full extent of everything. He did not want to trust anyone else with all the information." Rune nods. "A wise choice. A curse means magic, and some out there would seek to use you for it, even if there was nothing to be tangibly gained. Magic hunters are a significant problem at times. As soon as the landslide occurred, several from the city set out to search for artifacts – none of them are very…//respectable// people. Fortunately, you came right to me. I will note that Duri'naan would be a safe one to tell. $Dcapitalheshe can't exactly help you break it, but $Dheshe won't try to use you for profit or anything. Zahn is a bit simple." Rune freezes for a moment. "Apologies, I don't mean that in an intellectual sense. I mean that $Zheshe just seems to be trying to get by. $Zcapitalheshe was fretting for your wellbeing a great deal and displayed no interests that would indicate selfish motives to me." You nod. Rune smiles warmly at you. "$mc, if you find that you need a safe place to…unravel, I will be here for you. There's no obligation to seek your other companions out, especially if it brings discomfort. But, you may have my shoulder to help you lift your burdens should you need it." "I appreciate the offer," you say, bowing your head politely. "Now, speaking of shoulders - we really should attend to yours more thoroughly and get your other wounds a jump on healing. <<if $shoulderdislocate is true>>I tended to the most dire tears and swelling as you slept, but most of my energy went to feeding your curse so it would cease the reaction with your body. I took an initial feel around with my magic and the tendons and muscles are badly damaged. Oswin did a wonderful job getting the joint back into place – had he not, it may have been too far gone to ever heal correctly.<<else>>I tended to the wound and was able to stymie the infection, which was severe and trying to spread rapidly. Had you not been treated by your companions, the infection would likely be bad enough that I do not know if even magic would save your arm. I was able to feel around the muscle a bit with my power and it may not surprise you that the damage is significant.<</if>>" "So, how does this work?" you ask. "After treating your curse, I am quite tired. I can still help you, so do not fear. The way I can heal you is by giving your body a push to heal itself much faster. This is best done over multiple days – I do not know how long it will take. I will need to pour magic into the wounded area at least once per day, but likely I will want to start by treating you three times. I do not have to touch you for this to work either if you are averse to it. You //will// be more tired than normal and more hungry. You have the use of my quarters for as long as you need. I would like you to stay in bed for at least two full days, after that I encourage you to move around and get the blood flowing. There's a market just down the road you could walk around in." You glance around at the most opulent inn lodgings that you've ever seen. "I don't have much gold…" Rune's eyes go a bit wide. "Everything I do, I do purely because I want to. I have no need of money. Anyway, I imagine you'd much like to clean up, so allow me a few minutes to begin your treatment. Once we are done, I will retire for a while and you will have use of the washroom. Your belongings are there and you are welcome to use or wear anything you find. I often receive gifts of clothing and have no desire for them." [[Rune wastes no time getting to work.|A5.9]]

You find yourself nodding. "I would find it comforting if you'd heal me with touch. If you don't mind." Rune smiles and sits on the edge of the bed. "I would be glad to." The mage raises a hand and very gingerly touches it to your left shoulder. [[Sure enough, you sense the magic course through you.|A5.10]]

You find yourself shaking your head. "If it's possible, I would prefer to not be touched during treatment." Rune smiles and pulls $Rhisher seat close to the bed. "Of course, I am pleased that I can accommodate your needs." The mage raises a hand with palm facing in the direction of your left shoulder. You get to see the purple swirls again emanating from Rune's palm. [[Sure enough, you sense the magic course through you.|A5.10]]

<<set $Rflirt +=3>> <<set $Rbold +=3>> You lean back in the bed, wincing slightly at the sudden pain it brings you. Giving Rune a coy smile, you say, "I'm happy to have you touch me wherever you'd like." Rune's expression doesn't falter, much to your chagrin. $Rcapitalheshe simply sits on the edge of the bed and reaches out for your shoulder. "Unfortunately, there's nothing I can do for your mental stability – you'll need another sort of doctor for that." "Shame," you say, trying to hide your smile. The mage raises a hand and very gingerly touches it to your left shoulder, and then places the opposite hand under your chin to raise your gaze to $Rhishers. "And here I thought you weren't going to be trouble…what a pleasant surprise." [[Sure enough, you sense the magic course through you.|A5.10]]

<<set $Rflirt +=3>> <<set $Rshy +=3>> You're about to request that Rune heal you with touch, but the words get caught in your throat. If it's not //required// part of you feels like you'd be putting Rune out by asking. Though, you feel drawn to the idea. It would be comforting…and Rune is…Rune is… "$mc?" Rune leans forward, getting close to your face. "Um…" Your face burns, and you accidentally look back at Rune's lips instead of $Rhisher eyes, making your heart thump. Those lips press into a charming smile. "You don't have to act cute around me, you know." Rune leans back to let you breathe. "Wha-what?" you stammer. "It is already plain to my eyes just how cute you are already. Did you know that your lips flush when you get embarrassed?" The heat turns into an inferno. Rune sits on the edge of the bed. "May I touch you, $mc?" You nod, looking down at your lap. The mage places one hand on the right side of your jaw and the other gingerly upon your wounded left shoulder. You lean into the hand upon your face, absorbing the sweet warmth from Rune's palm as $Rheshe begins the treatment. [[Sure enough, you sense the magic course through you.|A5.10]]

<<set $Rflirt +=3>> <<set $Rshy +=3>> <<set $Rbold +=3>> There's a simmer of heat in your cheeks as you find yourself shaking your head. "If it's possible, I would prefer to not be touched during treatment…but I would appreciate if you would stand close. If that's okay…" Rune smiles and pulls $Rhisher seat close to the bed, leaning forward on it slightly to keep a gap between you. "Of course, I am pleased that I can accommodate your needs." The mage raises a hand with palm facing in the direction of your left shoulder. You get to see the purple swirls again emanating from Rune's palm and the sweet glow of $Rhisher eyes. [[Sure enough, you sense the magic course through you.|A5.10]]

Before long, you are awash with feelings and sensations. It is almost overwhelming at first and you cannot pick apart one feeling from another. As Rune continues, bright purple eyes dart to yours and then back to the task at hand over and over. You can tell $Rheshe is checking on your reaction, making sure $Rheshe isn't doing more harm than good. As you pick apart the new sensations of being flooded by powerful magic, they become more recognizable. It isn't just a physical sensation, though there is a special warmth seeping into your core. The seconds tick by as your mind places all that you feel. And suddenly, it's like you //feel// every warm moment from your childhood all at the same time. Your memory is triggered and spins to show you the times for honey cakes and other sweet treats shared with your fathers. You remember Da sneaking up behind a knowing Papa for a surprise hug. And you recall the time you snuck out of bed, witnessing Papa chasing Da around the house, catching him only to sling him over his broad shoulders as he carted him off to their bedroom. You remember how your fathers laughed. They always found a way to laugh. Purple eyes lock onto yours. Rune's magic feels like…when your da slowly fed you broth while you were sick, how every cut, bruise, and burn was soothed with kisses and balm, or how Papa would tear up if he had to reprimand you. Rune's magic feels like…sweet nostalgia, warm memories, and the type of unconditional love only shared between you and your parents... [[A torrent of tears spills from your eyes as you bawl.|A5.10a]] [[You barely contain your emotions.|A5.10b]] [[Joyful laughter sprouts from your soul.|A5.10c]]

<<if hasVisited("A5.8b")>>You did not know that you had any more tears to cry. Though you have calmed from the first outburst of emotion, another takes over. <</if>><<if hasVisited("B5.11b")>>You did not know that you had any more tears to cry. Though you have calmed from the first outburst of emotion, another takes over. <</if>>Thoughts and memories of your parents fill your mind. Tenderness and warmth are welling within, but also an undercurrent of pressure – the need to succeed so you can return home to your fathers. To ensure that your path doesn't end with their sorrow. Tears roll down your face as you stare into Rune's eyes. Rune smiles kindly at you. "It seems you can sense and feel magic after all…pretty well I take it. You'll get used to it, I promise. I apologize for making you upset, it won't always be like this." You shake your head and heave a shaky breath. "It's not all bad," you mumble. $Rcapitalheshe grimaces. "You're in tears because of me…" "But…it feels like…I don't know how to describe it." You sniff. "It reminds me of my parents, how they took care of me when I was sick…how they always have made our home so…warm." "Really?" Rune's purple eyes are wide. Another sob bubbles out of you, even though you smile just a bit. Your vision is blurred with tears. "Yes…it feels like being a child again…. Like how when you're a kid, and you just know your parents can handle your troubles. How you don't quite understand the world, and you don't know any better…but it's okay." Rune's lips part slightly as $Rheshe looks back at you, but doesn't say anything. You don't push further as waves of emotion continue to crash over you. Throughout the treatment, you feel the pain in your shoulder and back reduce, but more tears come and go. Once Rune is done, still oddly silent, $Rheshe directs you to a washroom behind a door tucked in the corner of the room, telling you the water should be warm in the tub. You thank Rune as $Rheshe hurries away to go and rest. [[Finally, it's time for a good bath.|A5.11]]

A lot stirs within you, but you manage to keep your peace. You concentrate on the feeling to try and understand it and absorb it. You know it's just the magic and it is a fleeting thing that will stop soon. Rune watches you closely. "Are you okay?" $Rheshe asks. You nod. "Yes, the feeling is a little strange, but I'm managing." The mage nods. "You likely have a decent sensitivity to magic then. For some, it feels like a burn or a tingle. Most won't sense much more than that. Does it tickle or anything? Sometimes I can adjust the sensation by focusing if it's creating discomfort." You shake your head. "It's…not completely a physical feeling." "Really? That's peculiar. How so?" You focus, picking through the memories and that nostalgic pull that the magic is welling within you. "It reminds me of my parents, how they took care of me when I was sick…how they always have made our home so…whole." "Really?" Rune's eyes are wide. You mull it over, confirming the connection. "Yes…it almost feels like being a child again…. Like how when you're a kid, and you just know your parents can handle your troubles. How you don't quite understand the world, and you don't know any better…but it's okay." You shrug. Rune's lips part slightly as $Rheshe looks back at you, but doesn't say anything. You don't push further as waves of feelings continue to crash over you. Throughout the treatment, you feel the pain in your shoulder and back reduce. Once Rune is done, still oddly silent, $Rheshe directs you to a washroom behind a door tucked in the corner of the room, telling you the water should be warm in the tub. You thank Rune as $Rheshe hurries away to go and rest. [[Finally, it's time for a good bath.|A5.11]]

Thoughts and memories of your parents fill your mind. Tenderness and warmth are welling within, but also an undercurrent of joy and determination – the motivation to succeed so you can return home to your fathers. To ensure that your path ends with smiles and laughter. An uncontrollable smile plasters on your face and you bubble with laughter. Rune smiles back at you. "It seems you can sense and feel magic after all…pretty well I take it. You'll get used to it, I promise. I apologize if it becomes distressing." You shake your head and suck in a deep breath as you pitch forward giggling. "It's not bad at all." $Rcapitalheshe grimaces. "I'm glad you're laughing, but isn't it upsetting not being in control of your emotions?" "But…it feels like…I don't know how to describe it." You snort, eyes damp with happy tears. "It reminds me of my parents, how they took care of me when I was sick…how they always have made our home so…joyful." "Really?" Rune's purple eyes are wide. Another cackle bubbles out of you. "Yes! It feels like being a kid again…. Like how when you're small, and you just know your parents can handle your troubles. How you don't quite understand the world, and you don't know any better…but it's okay. Like nothing bad can happen." You smile wide at the mage. Rune's lips part slightly as $Rheshe looks back at you, but doesn't say anything. You don't push further as waves of emotion continue to crash over you. Throughout the treatment, you feel the pain in your shoulder and back reduce, and your laughter comes and goes. Once Rune is done, still oddly silent, $Rheshe directs you to a washroom behind a door tucked in the corner of the room, telling you the water should be warm in the tub. You thank Rune as $Rheshe hurries away to go and rest. [[Finally, it's time for a good bath.|A5.11]]

You are in awe as you walk with your own power to the washroom. If you bend or move too quickly, you feel weakness and pain in your muscles, but you feel relatively normal. Though true to what Rune said, you also feel quite tired and the creeping sensation of hunger is upon you. The washroom is a small paradise. It's a simple room with a narrow window high on the wall to give privacy but still ventilate and bring light into the room. A big round tub is in the center of the room, full of water with steam coming from the top. As you study it, you realize the stone platform it sits on must conceal how the water is heated and drained as it protects the tub. Your da would love this. Plants are all over the room, with vines hanging and crawling along the ceiling and walls. There's a tall mirror next to a vanity and a large armoire. On the vanity sits a neatly folded towel with a basket of soaps and scented oils. You gently disrobe, realizing your clothing is ruined – filthy and in tatters. You cough – you don't smell great either. You can't help but wonder what Rune may have thought. $Rcapitalheshe seems so put together, like someone who appreciates cleanliness…$Rheshe didn't even seem uncomfortable with your appearance, let alone how you smell like a dog dipped in stagnant water, no offense to Duri. <<if hasVisited("A5.8b1")>>You grumble with embarrassment. You threw yourself into Rune's arms without another thought earlier. But…Rune held you without hesitation. It didn't matter how dirty you were…<</if>> You glance at the mirror when your clothing is off and freeze. You look as rough as you smell. The skin on your sides is painted with purple bruises. Small lesions decorate you all over, and your hair looks…//rough//. Your right hip also has a massive bruise on it. <<if $shoulderdislocate is true>>Your shoulder is the worst of all. It is no fewer than six shades of purple, ranging from near-black to a lovely sunset-fuchsia – encompassed in pockets of angry red.<<else>>Your shoulder is the worst of all. It is still covered by a bandage that you begin carefully removing to bathe, but you can see how red and bruised the flesh is. You see stitches as you gingerly remove the covering, hissing at the slight pain. Though it is better than expected, you know it will leave an incredible scar.<</if>><<if $strangled is true>> The bruise around your throat is daunting. It will be obvious to anyone who sees it that you were strangled. It's an uncomfortable reminder of what you just went through, and you'd much rather forget it.<</if>><<if $ch5Broute is true>> Suddenly, you also realize that not all of this blood is yours…You get flashes of the angry face of the large bandit, wearing your cloak, who attacked you. And that final image of him being pierced by a crossbow bolt haunts you. His warm blood splattered across your skin and clothes. You'd rather not experience that again, you didn't have time to process what you saw in the moment, and maybe you don't want to. You recall the person up on the hill who came to your rescue. You didn't get a good look at their face as they had a hood and perhaps even a mask on. You do vividly recall their unique cloak though. Perhaps you will see them again…<</if>> [[But cuts, bruises and blood aren't the only things you notice about yourself…|A5.12]]

This is the first time since your journey began that you have been able to look in a mirror. The toll the road has taken on you is evident. Select one or more: <<checkbox "$ashyskin" false true autocheck>> Your skin has become ashen. <<checkbox "$weightloss" false true autocheck>> You've clearly lost a significant amount of weight and muscle. <<checkbox "$darkcircles" false true autocheck>> You have deep dark shadows under your eyes. [[You sigh.|A5.13]]

<<if $ashyskin is true>>You look ill. Technically, you suppose, you //are// ill, but the sickly tone of your skin is a beacon of distress. <</if>><<if $weightloss is true>>Gauntness has stricken your face most of all. Your jawline pokes through more than it did before, and your collarbone protrudes further. <<if $bodytype is 'broad and sturdy'>>The change is a shock compared to your usual sturdy build, the changes standing out more.<<elseif $bodytype is 'athletic and agile'>>The change is a bit of a shock compared to your usual athletic physique, the difference makes you like you are not even looking at your own reflection.<<elseif $bodytype is 'curvy'>>The change is a shock compared to your usual curvy build, the changes standing out in an uncomfortable way.<<elseif $bodytype is 'toned and lean'>>Your figure was already lean, but the changes you see are beginning to make you look fragile.<<elseif $bodytype is 'slender'>>Your figure was already slender, but the changes you see are beginning to make you look even more fragile, your ribs much more visible than they should be.<<elseif $bodytype is 'voluptuous'>>The change is a shock compared to your usual voluptuous build, they stand out so much that you almost cannot believe this is your own reflection.<</if>> <</if>><<if $darkcircles is true>>The deep bags under your eyes make you appear not only tired but stricken with stress. There's a far-away look in them, haunted and sad.<</if>> You hope that with your rest and recovery here at the inn with Rune, you will return to your normal self. You'd hate to see how upset your fathers might be if they saw you like this – broken up and bruised. What are you going to tell them? <<if $ch3letter is 'everything'>>The letter that Nathanael took to your fathers contained all the details from earlier in your journey at least. You imagine they may be prepared for you to look a little different. Though…maybe not quite this different.<<elseif $ch3letter is 'summary'>>The letter that Nathanael took to your fathers did not contain all the details from earlier in your journey. You imagine they may be a bit prepared for you to look a bit different. Though…maybe not quite this different.<<else>>The letter that Nathanael took to your fathers contained few of the more harrowing details of your journey. You imagine it may be a surprise if you show up looking so different. As long as you have put their minds at ease while you are gone, that is what matters. They will be happy to have you back even if you look a bit different. A part of you feels that it was best to put their minds at ease while you're away and it's better to deal with the truth once you return.<</if>> Besides, Rune is a capable healer, you feel confident that your condition will improve while you're here. And…you're at least safe from harm within city walls. Just as you begin to turn from the mirror, something else catches your attention. You stare a little longer, scanning your reflection yet again. Something else is different, but it's almost as if your mind can't or won't comprehend what it is. You are about to give up when you finally realize – the mark has //grown//. You nearly didn't notice at all, but it's so obvious now that you do. <<if $mark is 'tree'>>The tree is bigger in size. The branches sprawl further and the roots dig deeper.<<elseif $mark is 'sun'>>The sun is definitely larger and more radiant, the celestial orbs that surround it have moved further out to give it space.<<elseif $mark is 'storm'>>The dark symbol, the storm as you think of it, is not just larger. New smaller marks have appeared around it. Dots both solid and hollow, strange lines, zigzags, and even triangles have appeared in its vicinity.<<elseif $mark is 'plants'>>The vines have overgrown the strange symbol. The outline of a couple of flowers has appeared, and the thorny vines are spreading up your chest and down below your navel.<<elseif $mark is 'night'>>The symbol itself is larger, but the most notable change is that you are now freckled with additional small marks – little stars painting constellations on your abdomen.<<elseif $mark is 'mountain'>>The symbol is //much// larger, reaching your chest and below your navel. The sphere above what you perceive as a great mountain has developed many lines around it, giving it a radiant look.<</if>> You sigh and think of what Rune has told you. You wonder if it might be time to speak with everyone about this curse and see if they could help you. Right now, you need to push it from your mind. You are too exhausted to spend any more energy dwelling on it. [[You'll start your recovery with a nice bath.|5.14]]

You bathe. You eat. You sleep. Rune visits as promised for your magical healing treatments over your two required days of rest. $Rcapitalheshe brings $Rhisher lyre, playing you music for some of the visits, and you learn that Rune can lace $Rhisher magic with sound. It adds some entertainment to an otherwise mundane process. The emotions evoked by Rune's magic perplex you, though you often drift off to sleep before you can dwell much on it. On the first day you ask to see your friends, but quickly find that once you have eaten, you are asleep before you can even clear your dishes. Rune wakes you for each of $Rhisher visits, always with a large meal in hand. $Rcapitalheshe prepares and offers you several loaves of fresh bread with butter, heaps of cooked vegetables, large potatoes, roast and pheasant. $Rcapitalheshe tells you to eat your fill each time that none will go to waste if you cannot finish it. It seems like too much food for one person in one day, but somehow you actually finish. By the next treatment, you are famished again. The same occurs on the second day. Rune treats you and chats a while, telling you about your friends and how they fair, giving you a feast, and playing you music. And then you sleep – or rather – you pass out until your next visit. When you awake on the third day, you visit the washroom and find that your wounds have healed considerably. The cuts have knit together, bruises appear weeks older than they should, and your shoulder gives much less pain than it should for how damaged it was. You've never seen anything like this before. Rune has prompted several days of recovery in just two. [[When you exit the bathroom, you notice a letter on the foot of your bed.|5.15]]

The next few hours progress much the same. The others bicker off and on, but on occasion, everyone shares a friendly chat. <<if $Oride4 is true>>Oswin remains a mostly-stoic presence with you, checking in frequently to make sure you are comfortable and not in need of anything.<<elseif $Zride4 is true>>Zahn happily chatters at you, recounting all of the beautiful things $Zheshe found at the shrine.<<elseif $Dride4 is true>>Duri is surprisingly quieter than you expected. Though, $Dheshe listens closely to the others, occasionally mumbling commentary to you when $Dheshe is amused.<</if>> When you finally begin pulling away from the forest proper, the trees thin considerably, and a hilly expanse appears before you. A weight settles in your gut the further you crest into a rolling plain, and you shift uncomfortably, feeling unbalanced. <<if $Oride4 is true>>Oswin immediately detects your discomfort and checks in with you, but you barely have a moment to respond before the feeling suddenly seems to release you. You shake it off as you feel completely normal again. Though you relay this to Oswin, you notice that he starts watching you even more closely.<<elseif $Zride4 is true>>Zahn steadies you and asks you in a whisper if you are okay. Duri notices and looks at you but Oswin doesn't seem to detect anything. You barely have a moment to respond before the feeling suddenly seems to release you and you feel normal again. Zahn attributes it to one of the magical things you recently ingested, giggling about 'magical indigestion.'<<elseif $Dride4 is true>>Duri stops and checks on you right away. By the time you try to articulate what you're feeling, the sensation suddenly vanishes. It happens so quickly that your body jerks as if you've been knocked off balance. You shake it off, but Duri seems to hold on to you a little tighter afterward.<</if>> After more time passes, you nearly forget about the strange feeling. It never returns and you continue to feel well. Before long the city is within view, albeit, still quite a ways away and only in sight when you crest atop the hills in the road. As you traverse a valley in the road, where it appears the builders bore through a very large hill instead of over it, the air seems to shift. The hill has been essentially divided into two – each peak towering over both sides of the road The wind is blocked, creating a quiet pocket. At the same time, both Duri and Oswin speak. [["''Be on your guard.''"|B5.2]]

Zahn grabs $Zhisher bow, and Oswin dismounts from Flit to draw his sword. You notice that Duri's fingernails morph into short black claws. With your good arm you grab <<if $interest is 'choppin'>>your axe<<elseif $interest is 'woodin'>>you knife<<elseif $interest is 'swordin'>>your own sword<<elseif $interest is 'archin'>>a spare knife since you won't be able to wield a bow<<elseif $interest is 'healin'>>your knife<<elseif $interest is 'tradin'>>your knife<<elseif $interest is 'cookin'>>one of your knives<</if>>. <<if $mount is 'chessy'>>$mountname's ears begin to twitch around wildly.<<elseif $mount is 'eb'>>$mountname's ears go flat against his head.<<elseif $mount is 'bay'>>$mountname appears calm despite the tension between you and your comrades.<<elseif $mount is 'mule'>>$mountname's ears go straight up and her lips curl back to show her teeth.<</if>> <<if $Oride4 is true>>You're in control of Flit who appears unbothered. Duri seems to have $Dhisher nose up, looking frustrated.<<elseif $Zride4 is true>>You notice Flit appears at ease, staying behind Oswin, waiting for a command. Zahn looks around, keeping one hand primed to nock an arrow. Duri seems to have $Dhisher nose up, looking frustrated.<<elseif $Dride4 is true>>Duri sniffs the air and makes a frustrated grunt. You notice that Flit seems at ease, staying behind Oswin, waiting for a command. And Zahn seems ready to load $Zhisher bow at a moment's notice.<</if>> As you creep further through the valley, nothing seems to stir. You hear nothing and it seems that Duri smells nothing either. Your stomach drops as you hear something behind you. Everyone whirls around as two people approach, each with a dog at their side. "What do we have here!" A voice calls out from above. You look at either side of the hilltop above and see more people appearing, some sliding down the hill towards the road, and others with bows trained on your group. Another cluster of strangers begins to approach from the other side of the road with more dogs in tow. [[You're surrounded.|B5.3]]

<<if $Oride4 is true>>Oswin motions for you to dismount and stay close to him. You manage to support yourself with your good arm as you slide off the saddle. Flit stays calm, watching Oswin for queues.<<elseif $Zride4 is true>>Zahn helps you dismount, murmuring for you to stay close to Oswin.<<elseif $Dride4 is true>>Duri sets you down, mumbling a request for you to stay close to $Dhimher or Oswin.<</if>> <<if $mount is 'chessy'>>Your mount appears nervous, her ears twitching back and forth and eyes going wider.<<elseif $mount is 'eb'>>Your mount appears agitated, ears still flat against his head.<<elseif $mount is 'bay'>>Your mount stays as calm as Flit, paying attention, but otherwise nonplussed.<<elseif $mount is 'mule'>>Your mule looks as if she is ready to dismember and eat any one of these strangers that would dare touch her or you.<</if>> The stranger that spoke before gets near as their group closes in around you, save for two archers at the hilltops. Standing mostly average in height, they're dressed in mismatched armor, both metal and leather, covering a roughspun tunic and breeches. Long ginger hair flows from their head and piercing amber eyes glare at you with poorly-veiled disgust. They bow. "Hello, my new friends! You may refer to me as Jasper. This is my crew, their names are much less important than my own." They smile back at the others who roll their eyes and sneer back. "You're all just in time too, I'm very cross right now as well as empty-handed." Oswin squares his shoulders. "I recommend you cease your prattle and make way. Find your jollies elsewhere, we have nothing of value." Suddenly, you are struck with the memory of your da's ring buried deeply in your pack. Perhaps it could get you and your group out of this…or make the situation much worse depending on what the ring actually means to others. Jasper places their hands on their hips and looks each of you over. "I wouldn't say that." Their eyes come back to meet yours and then linger. Oswin bristles and steps forward, making all of the bandits tense. The dogs bark and snarl, save for one that stays eerily still next to Jasper, also with dark eyes right on you. Jasper raises their hands in a placating gesture. "Now, now – you're very valiant and all, but you're also very outnumbered. And <<if $height is 'verytall'>>your //very// tall friend there is making my heart go pitter-patter<<elseif $height is 'tall'>>your tall friend there is making my heart go pitter-patter<<else>>your little friend there is making my heart go pitter-patter<</if>>. Seems a small price to pay for everyone else's freedom. Poor thing is looking a bit rough anyway…" Duri snorts a laugh and then looks at you. "At least they know value when they see it, right? They try it and I'll kill them myself." You don't miss the way $Dhisher lips curl back in a cruel smile. Another voice calls from behind. "What if we want the little bowmaster, Jas!" You look back to see the bandits chuckling and leering at Zahn – and you also realize with a start that one of them is wearing your tattered cloak that was lost to the landslide. He spots you staring and throws you an ugly grin complete with missing teeth before stretching his tongue out to wet his lips obscenely. It takes all you have not to retch. Jasper paces in front of your group. "Now, our day didn't go so well, and see, if I have nothing to show for it – I'll be very cross for a while. My people don't like that. So, I want your mounts and all your belongings in exchange for your freedom…and you know, I'll make you a deal, we'll take //either// the cute thing with the bow ''or'' the bedraggled cat holding the <<if $interest is 'choppin'>>axe<<elseif $interest is 'woodin'>>knife<<elseif $interest is 'swordin'>>sword<<elseif $interest is 'archin'>>knife<<elseif $interest is 'healin'>>knife<<elseif $interest is 'tradin'>>knife<<elseif $interest is 'cookin'>>knife<</if>>. They look directly at you, leaving no room for doubt. Zahn seems upset, looking back at you. $Zcapitalhisher hands are shaky. Oswin remains posturing in front of Jasper, unmoved by the request. You see his eyes flitting about, studying each one of your aggressors. Duri finally balks. "Why don't you want me!?" $Dcapitalheshe gestures up and down $Dhisher body. "I'm //very// pretty!" The bandits chuckle, and a couple whistle. Jasper looks Duri up and down and waves $Dhimher away with a hand. "Your feet are filthy." Duri growls. "Now I really am going to fucking kill you." Jasper seems taken aback at the threat for a moment before looking around at their band of henchmen. "Again, I remind you – outnumbered." They smile. You look around, doing a brief count. You think there are nearly a dozen people including the archers above and five dogs. <<if $interest is 'choppin'>>You're not as formally trained in combat as the others, but your raw strength can't be ignored. Still, there are three bandits to any one of your group plus the snapping jaws of their companions. And even if you feel better, you are still impaired by your injuries<<elseif $interest is 'woodin'>>You're not as formally trained in combat as the others, but your raw strength can't be ignored. Still, there are three bandits to any one of your group plus the snapping jaws of their companions. And even if you feel better, you are still impaired by your injuries<<elseif $interest is 'swordin'>>Your formal combat training absolutely cannot be ignored, but there are three bandits to any one of your group plus the snapping jaws of their companions. And even if you feel better, you are still impaired by your injuries<<elseif $interest is 'archin'>>Your formal combat training absolutely cannot be ignored even if you can't use your bow, but there's three bandits to any one of your group plus the snapping jaws of their companions. And even if you feel better, you are still impaired by your injuries<<elseif $interest is 'healin'>>You have very little formal combat training. Your da taught you basic maneuvers, but you have spent most of your life healing injuries, not causing them. Even with what little you can add to a fight, there are three bandits to any one of your group plus the snapping jaws of their companions. And even if you feel better, you are still impaired by your injuries<<elseif $interest is 'tradin'>>You have little formal combat training. Your da taught you basic maneuvers, but you have spent most of your life in books and bartering. Even with what little you can add to a fight, there are three bandits to any one of your group plus the snapping jaws of their companions. And even if you feel better, you are still impaired by your injuries<<elseif $interest is 'cookin'>>You have little formal combat training, but your raw strength is nothing that could be mocked. Your da taught you basic maneuvers, and you have spent most of your life kneading bread and wrestling enough meat and vegetables to feed armies. You're not sure what you could add to a fight like this, but there are three bandits to any one of your group plus the snapping jaws of their companions. And even if you feel better, you are still impaired by your injuries<</if>>. Duri chuckles, and you feel $Dheshe is intent on raising the ire of the bandits. "Perhaps we can level the playing field a bit, eh?" $Dcapitalheshe looks at Oswin who gives $Dhimher a nod. [[And then Duri's eyes glow.|B5.4]]

In a split moment, most of the dogs turn, attacking their masters. They call out in surprise and pain, confusion rippling through them and breaking down their ranks with chaos. Everything else happens in a blur. Zahn draws suddenly, firing off two shots so quickly that you didn't even notice $Zhimher reloading after the first. One archer goes down immediately, and the other is knocked off the hill and sent tumbling. Zahn spurs your mount <<if $mount is 'chessy'>>who responds in a panic, bolting forward with a screech<<elseif $mount is 'eb'>>who responds readily, charging with force like a trained destrier<<elseif $mount is 'bay'>>who responds obediently allowing Zahn full trust and control<<elseif $mount is 'mule'>>who ignores the direction and bounds towards one of the bandits with mouth open to bite<</if>>. Jasper draws a sword and immediately makes for you, giving you the feeling that they want a hostage rather than a fight. Oswin intercepts easily and the two begin a deft dance with their swords. The chaos of the dogs continues. The only two that resisted Duri's call fight with the other dogs as the bandits try to shake off yet another themselves. Duri rushes a group of three, throwing quick punches and taking deadly swipes with $Dhisher claws with no regard for dodging or blocking the strikes from fists and clubs aimed at $Dhimher. A bandit rushes you, an arrow slicing through their leg and sending them down before you can respond. You… [[fight.|B5.4a]] [[can't do this and scramble away to safety.|B5.4b]] [[panic and freeze in place.|B5.4c]]

You clutch your <<if $interest is 'choppin'>>axe<<elseif $interest is 'woodin'>>knife<<elseif $interest is 'swordin'>>sword<<elseif $interest is 'archin'>>knife<<elseif $interest is 'healin'>>knife<<elseif $interest is 'tradin'>>knife<<elseif $interest is 'cookin'>>knife<</if>> in your right hand and move into the fray. Oswin barks at you to stay back, though he has his hands full with Jasper and two other swordsmen. Zahn flits through your line of sight for a moment, struggling with a pair of bandits trying to dismount $Zhimher. You're on your own. And trouble finds you. The large man wearing your cloak takes the opportunity to rush you, wielding a heavy club with nails driven through one side. <<if $height is 'verytall'>>He's very nearly as tall as you and thick in the shoulders and gut.<<elseif $height is 'tall'>>He's a little taller than you and thick in the shoulders and gut.<<elseif $height is 'average'>>He's a great deal taller than you and thick in the shoulders and gut.<<else>>He's massive compared to you, towering over you and being thick in the body as well.<</if>> You brace yourself, clutching your weapon as he gives you a gross smile. "Saw you eyein' me, pup," he croaks. "Lucky for you, I like lookin' at you too. So, I'll do ya's a favor and only hit you with the blunt side so yous can meet the parents later, yeah?" <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>Your face twists in disgust. "No thanks. I'll take the sharp side if you will."<<else>>You resist expressing your disgust and twist your face into one of faux pity. "Awe, is that why your face is all…you know – blech?"<</if>> "Tell me, can ya's actually wield that little toy ya's got?" He smiles at you, showing off his disgusting teeth again. <<if $interest is 'choppin'>>You twirl your axe, its weight a familiar friend. "I've never used this to cut a man down before…I imagine you're a bit squishier than a tree…. Can't say that it will be that hard." You shrug as he glares back at you.<<elseif $interest is 'woodin'>>You grip the knife in your hand. It's a tool that you don't normally use, though blades are not foreign either. "This will be a new experience for me, in truth…but I like my odds, I've always been good with sharp things." You shrug as he glares back at you.<<elseif $interest is 'swordin'>>You twirl your sword, its weight a familiar friend. "If you knew who trained me, you'd have already run away. Perhaps this //pup// can show you what wisdom truly means." You smile as he glares back at you.<<elseif $interest is 'archin'>>You twirl your knife, though not your preference in a weapon, it is still familiar. "If you knew who trained me, you'd have already run away. Perhaps this //pup// can show you what wisdom truly means." You smile as he glares back at you.<<elseif $interest is 'healin'>>You grip your knife tightly. "I pledge my life to caring for others. I don't take this lightly, and you're forcing my hand. Know that if I hurt you, I will not aid you." You nod as he glares back at you.<<elseif $interest is 'tradin'>>You grip your knife tightly. "Usually I cut deals rather than people…but you're sort of forcing my hand here." You shrug as he glares at you.<<elseif $interest is 'cookin'>>You flip your knife and catch it by the handle, the familiar weight brings a sure smile to your face. "Have ''you'' ever beaten two dozen egg whites into stiff peaks, kneaded bread dough enough for 100 people, or whipped an entire bucket of cream? …No? Well, I'm about to ruin your whole damn day." He only glares at you.<</if>> You both brace and watch each other for the first move. He sneers, taking a swing at you that you easily dodge. "What a mouth you have. But don't fret, I can still teach ya's manners. You'll be a good pup for me – I won't even share you." You feint to one side and swing your blade up, nicking him in the forearm before he can back away fast enough. Blood bubbles up, but the cut isn't deep enough to make him back down. <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>"No thank you. Though, you can keep the cloak in remembrance of me – I doubt I would ever get the smell out anyway." You give him a polite smile as you take another jab with your blade<<else>>"I don't think so, you got my cloak already, that's all that will be keeping you company. And that's only if you survive." You glower at him as you take another jab with your blade<</if>> managing a good slice along the same arm before he knocks you back with his club. He looks angry now and surprised that you're not submitting to him. With a roar, he raises his club and charges you. He's inelegant and untrained, relying completely on his great size rather than any skillset. You dodge and parry, managing to cut into your attacker a few times with only getting a graze from his club in return. Though unskilled, he keeps you on your toes and leaves you no room for checking how the others are fairing. Oswin calls out to you to run several times, but you ignore him. You have made your choice and you are not going to back down while everyone else tries to fight. Though you have no time to look, you can at least hear the voices of your friends as they battle, bolstering your resolve. Suddenly, the bandit switches tactics and charges at full speed right into you. You can't respond in time, and your weapon is knocked from your hand as you topple to the ground. It happens so fast. <<if $interest is 'choppin'>>Both of you throw punches. He tries to slam your head into the hard ground, looking desperate to knock you out, but he fails over and over again. Pain ripples through your ribs and wounded shoulder, but your drive to live pushes you forward in the fight. You manage to knee him in the gut and gain some room to move – shoving him off and onto his back. You straddle his chest and begin to pummel him until your hand goes numb and he falls unconscious.<<elseif $interest is 'woodin'>>Both of you throw punches. He tries to slam your head into the hard ground, looking desperate to knock you out, but he fails over and over again. Pain ripples through your ribs and wounded shoulder, but your drive to live pushes you forward in the fight. You manage to knee him in the gut and gain some room to move – shoving him off and onto his back. You straddle his chest and begin to pummel him until your hand goes numb and he falls unconscious.<<elseif $interest is 'swordin'>>Both of you throw punches. He tries to slam your head into the hard ground, looking desperate to knock you out, but he fails over and over again. Pain ripples through your ribs and wounded shoulder, but your drive to live pushes you forward in the fight. You manage to knee him in the gut and gain some room to move – shoving him off and onto his back. You straddle his chest and begin to pummel him until your hand goes numb and he falls unconscious.<<elseif $interest is 'archin'>>Both of you throw punches. He tries to slam your head into the hard ground, looking desperate to knock you out, but he fails over and over again. Pain ripples through your ribs and wounded shoulder, but your drive to live pushes you forward in the fight. You manage to knee him in the gut and gain some room to move – shoving him off and onto his back. You straddle his chest and begin to pummel him until your hand goes numb and he falls unconscious.<<elseif $interest is 'healin'>>His hands are around your throat in an instant. You hit out against him, managing to land a few solid punches into his face and chest, but you are not strong enough to change the tide of the fight. He lifts you by the neck only to slam you back down so your head smacks the road. Your vision swims and your breath draws short. You begin to flail as he does it again. Panic sets in and tears prick your eyes. You try kicking, weakly beaming him between the legs, but it isn't enough to get him to stop.<<elseif $interest is 'tradin'>>His hands are around your throat in an instant. You hit out against him, managing to land a few solid punches into his face and chest, but you are not strong enough to change the tide of the fight. He lifts you by the neck only to slam you back down so your head smacks the road. Your vision swims and your breath draws short. You begin to flail as he does it again. Panic sets in and tears prick your eyes. You try kicking, weakly beaming him between the legs, but it isn't enough to get him to stop.<<elseif $interest is 'cookin'>>Both of you throw punches. He tries to slam your head into the hard ground, looking desperate to knock you out, but he fails over and over again. Pain ripples through your ribs and wounded shoulder, but your drive to live pushes you forward in the fight. You manage to knee him in the gut and gain some room to move – shoving him off and onto his back. You straddle his chest and begin to pummel him until your hand goes numb and he falls unconscious.<</if>> <<if $interest is 'tradin'>>You're vaguely aware of the yelling around you and the sound of metal on metal. Your attacker is chuckling, even cooing at you as consciousness slips away. [[Will anyone be able to help you before it's too late.|B5.4a1]] <<elseif $interest is 'healin'>>You're vaguely aware of the yelling around you and the sound of metal on metal. Your attacker is chuckling, even cooing at you as consciousness slips away. [[Will anyone be able to help you before it's too late.|B5.4a1]] <<else>>With your aggressor out of the fight, you rise back to your feet, panting for air. Your legs feel jittery and your wounds old and new throb. You are lucky that no more than the one bandit came at you, though he may have been the biggest of the bunch. You notice your mount running loose, and glimpse Zahn fighting a bandit, each holding a dagger. Oswin still battles with Jasper who is looking worn down but isn't giving up. Many of the bandits lay on the ground unmoving, and you catch sight of two running back towards the forest, and Duri is picking off the stragglers. Out of a dozen or so bandits, it appears you've managed to be victorious. [[A growl interrupts your thoughts.|B5.5]] <</if>>

Oswin calls for you to run, so you do. You clutch your <<if $interest is 'choppin'>>axe<<elseif $interest is 'swordin'>>sword<<else>>knife<</if>> in your right hand as you bolt to the safety of the trees. But trouble follows you. The large man wearing your cloak takes the opportunity to rush you, wielding a heavy club with nails driven through one side. He's hot on your heels, fast for his size. <<if $height is 'verytall'>>He's very nearly as tall as you and thick in the shoulders and gut.<<elseif $height is 'tall'>>He's a little taller than you and thick in the shoulders and gut.<<elseif $height is 'average'>>He's a great deal taller than you and thick in the shoulders and gut.<<else>>He's massive compared to you, towering over you and being thick in the body as well.<</if>> You run hard, fighting against the lingering soreness in your body. The brute manages to catch you by your clothes and drag you back with a swift tug. You flail, calling out as the man grabs your throat and pins you to his chest with one hand as the other drops his club in favor of controlling your arm with the weapon, forcing you to drop it. "Saw you eyein' me, pup," he croaks into your ear. "Lucky for you, I like lookin' at you too. So, I'll do ya's a favor, and if yer a good pup, yous can meet the parents later, yeah?" <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>Your face twists in disgust. "No thanks. I'd rather you just brain me and leave my body on the roadside."<<else>>You resist expressing your disgust and fake a tone of pity. "Awe, do you think someone like me can get your parents to love you?"<</if>> <<if $RecklessCautious > 49>>You have to bite your tongue from drawing more ire from the bandit.<<else>>You have no idea where that came from, and you don't want to make this man even angrier while he has you by the throat.<</if>> He jerks you closer to him, placing his gross maw close to your ear. "You've got a mouth on you then. Don't fret, I can teach ya's manners. You'll be a good little pup for me – I won't even share you." You must think fast. The bandit begins to drag you away towards the forest. <<if $interest is 'swordin'>>You remember your training, thinking of the swiftest way to get out of his grip.<<elseif $interest is 'archin'>>You remember your training, thinking of the swiftest way to get out of his grip.<<else>>You think back to some of the lessons your da taught you when you were younger.<</if>> This man is an oaf, the easiest way out of this is to trip him up. You steel yourself and the moment you sense his left foot step down, you ram the heel of your boot right into the top of his foot, you feel the snap of bones even through your boot. He really should be wearing better shoes. He hollers and loosens his grip enough for you to push away and run for your <<if $interest is 'choppin'>>axe<<elseif $interest is 'swordin'>>sword<<else>>knife<</if>>. It doesn't take long for him to rush after you, grabbing his club off the ground as he limps. "You little shit!" He yells as he charges. You wanted to avoid a fight, but it seems like you have no choice now. He looks angry and surprised that you've managed to escape him and stand your ground. With a roar, he raises his club and charges you. He's inelegant and untrained, relying completely on his great size rather than any skillset. You dodge and parry, managing to cut into your attacker a few times with only getting a graze from his club in return. Though unskilled, he keeps you on your toes and leaves you no room for checking how the others are fairing. Oswin calls out to you to run several times, but you can't risk that now. Even with an injured foot, the bandit may catch you again. This boils down to a fight whether you are willing or not. Though you have no time to look, you can at least hear the voices of your friends as they battle, bolstering your resolve. Suddenly, the bandit switches tactics and charges full speed right into you. You can't respond in time, and your weapon is knocked from your hand as you topple to the ground. It happens so fast. <<if $interest is 'choppin'>>Both of you throw punches. He tries to slam your head into the hard ground, looking desperate to knock you out, but he fails over and over again. Pain ripples through your ribs and wounded shoulder, but your drive to live pushes you forward in the fight. You manage to knee him in the gut and gain some room to move – shoving him off and onto his back. You straddle his chest and begin to pummel him until your hand goes numb and he falls unconscious.<<elseif $interest is 'woodin'>>Both of you throw punches. He tries to slam your head into the hard ground, looking desperate to knock you out, but he fails over and over again. Pain ripples through your ribs and wounded shoulder, but your drive pushes you forward in the fight. You manage to knee him in the gut and gain some room to move – shoving him off and onto his back. You straddle his chest and begin to pummel him until your hand goes numb and he falls unconscious.<<elseif $interest is 'swordin'>>Both of you throw punches. He tries to slam your head into the hard ground, looking desperate to knock you out, but he fails over and over again. Pain ripples through your ribs and wounded shoulder, but your drive pushes you forward in the fight. You manage to knee him in the gut and gain some room to move – shoving him off and onto his back. You straddle his chest and begin to pummel him until your hand goes numb and he falls unconscious.<<elseif $interest is 'archin'>>Both of you throw punches. He tries to slam your head into the hard ground, looking desperate to knock you out, but he fails over and over again. Pain ripples through your ribs and wounded shoulder, but your drive pushes you forward in the fight. You manage to knee him in the gut and gain some room to move – shoving him off and onto his back. You straddle his chest and begin to pummel him until your hand goes numb and he falls unconscious.<<elseif $interest is 'healin'>>His hands are around your throat in an instant. You hit out against him, managing to land a few solid punches into his face and chest, but you are not strong enough to change the tide of the fight. He lifts you by the neck only to slam you back down so your head smacks the road. Your vision swims and your breath draws short. You begin to flail as he does it again. Panic sets in and tears prick your eyes. You try kicking, weakly beaming him between the legs, but it isn't enough to get him to stop.<<elseif $interest is 'tradin'>>His hands are around your throat in an instant. You hit out against him, managing to land a few solid punches into his face and chest, but you are not strong enough to change the tide of the fight. He lifts you by the neck only to slam you back down so your head smacks the road. Your vision swims and your breath draws short. You begin to flail as he does it again. Panic sets in and tears prick your eyes. You try kicking, weakly beaming him between the legs, but it isn't enough to get him to stop.<<elseif $interest is 'cookin'>>Both of you throw punches. He tries to slam your head into the hard ground, looking desperate to knock you out, but he fails over and over again. Pain ripples through your ribs and wounded shoulder, but your drive pushes you forward in the fight. You manage to knee him in the gut and gain some room to move – shoving him off and onto his back. You straddle his chest and begin to pummel him until your hand goes numb and he falls unconscious.<</if>> <<if $interest is 'tradin'>>You're vaguely aware of the yelling around you and the sound of metal on metal. Your attacker is chuckling, even cooing at you as consciousness slips away. [[Will anyone be able to help you before it's too late.|B5.4a1]] <<elseif $interest is 'healin'>>You're vaguely aware of the yelling around you and the sound of metal on metal. Your attacker is chuckling, even cooing at you as consciousness slips away. [[Will anyone be able to help you before it's too late.|B5.4a1]] <<else>>With your aggressor out of the fight, you rise back to your feet, panting for air. Your legs feel jittery and your wounds old and new throb. You are lucky that no more than the one bandit came at you, though he may have been the biggest of the bunch. You notice your mount running loose, and glimpse Zahn fighting a bandit, each holding a dagger. Oswin still battles with Jasper who is looking worn down but isn't giving up. Many of the bandits lay on the ground unmoving, and you catch sight of two running back towards the forest, and Duri is picking off the stragglers. Out of a dozen bandits, it appears you've managed to be victorious. [[A growl interrupts your thoughts.|B5.5]] <</if>>

Oswin calls for you to run, but your body won't respond. You look at the eruption of violence and chaos around you in shock. You clutch your <<if $interest is 'choppin'>>axe<<elseif $interest is 'swordin'>>sword<<else>>knife<</if>> your hand trembling. There's already so much blood. You don't know whose it is. Oswin screams your name. Something grips your throat. Your weapon falls from your hand and you stumble to the ground. The large man wearing your cloak has taken advantage of your stupor. He straddles you, smiling cruelly choking you with one hand as he raises the other in a fist to strike you. You cry out and try to struggle, but this just stokes his ire. He lifts you by the neck and slams your head back down into the road. Once. Twice. Three times. Your vision swims. He laughs. "Saw you eyein' me, pup," he croaks. "Be good and go to sleep so I can take you back with me. I'll treat ya nice. I won't share ya's or nothin'. You're all mine, sweet pup. Poor thing, yer so scared." <<set $strangled to true>> You desperately cling to awareness, determined to not let this disgusting thug drag you away like some prize. Your arms feel around for anything you can use as leverage. Darkness creeps into your vision and spreads. You can no longer draw any air beyond his grip on your throat. Your head spins and hurts and you feel the heat of blood against the back of your neck. You will not go down like this. Not like this. Your hand cups something hard – a stone. He raises his fist for the final blow to knock you out completely as if strangling you wasn't enough to satisfy his need to hurt you. Using what little strength you still have you bring your arm over and smack it into the bandit's head. Air suddenly fills your lungs once more and you are sent into a hacking cough as you catch your breath. The man falls away from you clutching the side of his head as it gushes blood. You kick him away for good measure, dizzy and scrambling to reach your weapon in case he comes at you again, but your vision is too skewed and you are too dizzy to locate it. You can barely focus to see anything. He crawls away from you, clutching his head, before fainting in a heap on the road. You get up with considerable effort and carefully look him over, kicking his feet which yields no reaction. You beamed him hard in the temple, rendering him unconscious. You must have hit just the right spot to take him down. Though you were caught by the throat, fortune seems to be with you. Your legs feel jittery and your wounds old and new throb. Your throat aches terribly, you're dizzy and blood is trickling from the back of your head. You are lucky that no more than the one bandit came at you at once, though he may have been the biggest of the bunch. You notice your mount running loose, and glimpse Zahn fighting a bandit, each holding a dagger. Oswin battles with Jasper who is looking worn down, but isn't giving up. Many of the bandits lay on the ground unmoving, and you catch sight of two running away towards the forest, and Duri is picking off the stragglers. Out of maybe up to a dozen enemies, it appears you've managed to be victorious. It dawns on you that your ordeal felt like it happened in an instant, but your companions have worked fast. [[A growl interrupts your thoughts.|B5.5]]

<<set $strangled to true>> You desperately cling to awareness, determined to not let this disgusting thug beat you and drag you away like some prize. Your arms feel around for anything you can use as leverage. Darkness creeps into your vision and spreads. You can no longer draw any air beyond his grip on your throat. Your head spins and hurts and you feel the heat of blood against the back of your neck. You will not go down like this. Not like this. Your hand cups something hard – a stone. Using the last bit of strength you have you bring your arms over and slam it into the bandit's head. Air suddenly fills your lungs once more and you are sent into a hacking cough as you catch your breath. The man falls away from you clutching the side of his head as it gushes blood. You kick him away for good measure, scrambling to reach your knife in case he comes at you again, but your vision is too skewed and you are too dizzy to locate it. He crawls away from you before fainting in a heap on the road. You get up and carefully look him over, kicking his feet which yields no reaction. You beamed him hard in the temple, rendering him unconscious. Your legs feel jittery and your wounds old and new throb. Your throat aches terribly, you're dizzy and blood is trickling from the back of your head. You are lucky that no more than the one bandit came at you at once, though he may have been the biggest of the bunch. You notice your mount running loose, and glimpse Zahn fighting a bandit, each holding a dagger. Oswin still battles with Jasper who is looking worn down but isn't giving up. Many of the bandits lay on the ground unmoving, and you catch sight of two running away towards the forest, and Duri is picking off the stragglers. Out of a dozen bandits, it appears you've managed to be victorious. [[A growl interrupts your thoughts.|B5.5]]

Jasper's dog approaches you, baring its teeth. Blood coats its fangs and soaks through its brown fur. From the looks of the other dogs laying still, it's not its own blood. You can see now that your <<if $interest is 'choppin'>>axe<<elseif $interest is 'woodin'>>knife<<elseif $interest is 'swordin'>>sword<<elseif $interest is 'archin'>>knife<<elseif $interest is 'healin'>>knife<<elseif $interest is 'tradin'>>knife<<elseif $interest is 'cookin'>>knife<</if>> is just out of easy reach. Should you dive to get it, the dog will be on you before you can do much about it. Still, it is better than trying to fight it off with nothing, especially with how tired you are. It seems to be daring you to move, snarling, showing off fangs but making no other noise or movement. It stares into your eyes waiting for the opportunity to kill you. You dive for your weapon. The dog leaps. Your hand barely clasps the handle of your <<if $interest is 'choppin'>>axe<<elseif $interest is 'swordin'>>sword<<else>>knife<</if>>… [[A rush of air passes over you.|B5.6]]

A heavy thud sounds as you grab your blade and turn. A flash of cream fur is before you, and a terrible cacophony of snarls erupts as your she-wolf meets the dog with her fangs. You back away as their fight rages, blood and fur spattering across the road. You want to help but there would be nothing you could do quick enough, and you'd risk hurting the wolf. Though she is much larger, the dog is quick and intelligent. They tussle and roll, yelping when the other sinks a bite into tender flesh. The sound is terrible, and you want to cover your ears. You've seen dogs scuffle before, quick flashes of aggression quickly soothed. This is not that. This might be a fight to the death, and you can only watch. Your breath catches as the wolf knocks the dog off its feet. She grabs its neck, shakes it for a moment, and then stills, pinning it to the road. It struggles against her, snapping and snarling and kicking, but she does not move. Several moments later, it finally stills, breathing hard and whimpering. The wolf lingers with jaws around the dog's throat until she is certain it has submitted to her. When released, it does not move and the she-wolf shows her teeth, tongue flicking as she growls in warning. Once she has backed away, the dog slowly gets up and limps off towards the trees, keeping low to the ground. The she-wolf approaches you, tongue hanging out as she pants hard, blood staining her beautiful fur. "You came back…" you mumble. She whines at you before taking off towards the others who are fighting the last of the bandits. She's not done yet. [[You struggle to your feet.|B5.7]]

You wheeze as you catch your breath, each one shooting pain up your back. You study the road to see your friends and how they fare. Most of the bandits are down or gone, and one of your companions is sprinting towards you. You smile with relief. [[It's Oswin.|B5.7a]] [[It's Zahn.|B5.7b]] [[It's Duri.|B5.7c]]

<<set $friendhurt to 'Oswin'>> But he doesn't look happy to see you. "MOVE!" he yells. You flinch as a dagger whizzes close to your head. The large bandit is back up and after you, blood coating his face making him look terrifying. He catches you off balance, causing you to fall as he brings the dagger down to stab you. It doesn't land. Oswin slams into the man, bowling him over. They roll in a heap as they fight for control of the dagger. It happens so fast. The bandit pummels Oswin and the dagger plunges into his side. Once. Twice. Three times. Blood. Blood. //Blood//. But you are who the bandit wants. And once Oswin is incapacitated, he lunges for you. This time it is clear that he'd rather kill you than take you away. But Oswin manages to scramble on his hands and knees to try and reach you in time. The man is already bringing the blade down. Blood hits your face. You wince. But the hit didn't land. You look up to see the bandit staring back at you with wide eyes. Blood gushes from his mouth, and you finally notice the tip of a bolt sticking from his chest. His body goes slack and he falls dead at your feet. Your eyes scan the distance in alarm. Duri and Zahn are running in a panic to you and Oswin. But up on the hill above the road is a figure dressed in dark clothes atop a brown horse. A deep blue cloak flutters out in the wind from their back and you catch the glittering of silver embroidery against it. They're holding a large crossbow. You snap from surprise and rush to Oswin. He's fallen face-first into the road, clutching his side as red soaks his tunic and hands. [[You must act now.|B5.8]]

<<set $friendhurt to 'Zahn'>> But $Zheshe looks distraught. "LOOK OUT!" $Zheshe yells. You flinch as a dagger whizzes close to your head. The large bandit is back up and after you, blood coating his face making him look terrifying. He catches you off balance, causing you to fall as he brings the dagger down to stab you. It doesn't land. Zahn slams into the man, bowling him over. They roll in a heap as they fight for control of the dagger. It happens so fast. The bandit pummels Zahn and the dagger plunges into $Zhisher side. Once. Twice. Three times. Blood. Blood. //Blood//. $Zcapitalheshe cries out in pain. But you are who the bandit wants. And once Zahn is incapacitated, he lunges for you. This time it is clear that he'd rather kill you than take you away. Zahn rolls and screams your name, reaching a hand toward you, but the man is already bringing the blade down. Blood hits your face. You wince. But the hit doesn't land. You look up to see the bandit staring down at you with wide eyes. Blood gushes from his mouth, and you finally notice the tip of a bolt sticking from his chest. His body goes slack and he falls dead at your feet. Your eyes scan the distance in alarm. Oswin and Duri are running in a panic to you and Zahn. But up on the hill above the road is a figure dressed in dark clothes atop a brown horse. A deep blue cloak flutters out in the wind from their back and you catch the glittering of silver embroidery against it. They're holding a large crossbow. You snap from surprise and rush to Zahn. $Zcapitalheshe's fallen face-first into the road, clutching $Zhisher side as red soaks $Zhisher tunic and hands. [[You must act now.|B5.8]]

<<set $friendhurt to 'Duri'>> But $Dheshe looks scared. "RUN!" $Dheshe yells. You flinch as a dagger whizzes close to your head. The large bandit is back up and after you, blood coating his face making him look terrifying. He catches you off balance, causing you to fall as he brings the dagger down to stab you. It doesn't land. Duri slams into the man, bowling him over. They roll in a heap as they fight for control of the dagger. It happens so fast. The bandit pummels Duri and Duri rips into him with $Dhisher bare hands as the dagger plunges into $Dhisher side. Once. Twice. Three times. Blood. Blood. //Blood//. $Dcapitalheshe cries out in pain but doesn't stop, tearing into the man's throat next in a deadly swipe and receiving two more slashes from the blade in return. But you are who the bandit wants. And once Duri is indisposed for a moment, he lunges for you. This time it is clear that he'd rather kill you than take you away. Duri scrambles to reach you and calls your name, but the man is already bringing the blade down. Blood hits your face. You wince. But the hit doesn't land. You look up to see the bandit staring down at you with wide eyes. Blood gushes from his mouth, and you finally notice the tip of a bolt sticking from his chest. His body goes slack and he falls dead at your feet. Your eyes scan the distance in alarm. Oswin and Zahn are running in a panic to you and Duri. But up on the hill above the road is a figure dressed in dark clothes atop a brown horse. A deep blue cloak flutters out in the wind from their back and you catch the glittering of silver embroidery against it. They're holding a large crossbow. You snap from surprise and rush to Duri. $Dcapitalheshe's fallen face-first into the road, clutching $Dhisher side as red soaks $Dhisher robes and hands. $Dcapitalheshe is covered in wounds from the fight, some are almost knitting back together, but very slowly, and Duri is losing a lot of blood. [[You must act now.|B5.8]]

Everything after that is a blur as if you experience it from outside yourself. <<if $interest is 'healin'>>You apply aid as best you can, but many of your supplies have been scattered during the fight and you have little in the way of clean dressings and no sutures to speak of. You make do with enough material to staunch the bleeding.<</if>> <<if $friendhurt is 'Oswin'>>Duri helps you get Oswin to his horse, and for a change, you are the one desperately holding him as you rush to find help. You keep pressure against the stab wounds, trying to also keep him awake as the mounts run towards the city. His breathing is hard, and he's trying to not react to the pain that he is clearly in. You have little choice but to rush the mounts. It jostles him around, but with limited ways to ensure the wounds are cared for, there's little choice around it. As you approach the city gates, the guards stop you only for a moment before seeing the blood and obvious wounds that all of you have. Duri insists on seeing Rundis Lyreheart, so they wave you on with an escort who clears a path to a large inn. Everyone quickly dismounts and the escort handles your mounts. Throngs of people surround it. They fill up a grand porch – crowding the windows to see inside. An overflow of onlookers simply stand around on the street. You and Duri support Oswin and push straight through the crowd as Duri barks at the spectators to move. Most give $Dhimher a wide berth. You catch whispers and gasps coming from them as you pass by. You hear the words '$Dhimher again' from a small group that clears a path for you. There's music all around you, the sound of lyre strings. This must be from the bardic healer. The sound is beautiful, but more than that – you //feel// it. Something inside your heart wells at the sound. There's a weight to this music, one that you feel you could hold in your hands as it sailed around in the sky or on the seas and pulled you along. It cradles you. The soothing sounds are interrupted as Duri begins yelling. "Runey!" You hear a string on the lyre suddenly twang. "Runey! Please!" Duri leads through the crowd. A path opens to the front of a massive lobby and at its head sits the bard… <<elseif $friendhurt is 'Zahn'>>Oswin helps you mount up with Zahn clutched in your arms. You keep pressure against the stab wounds, trying to also keep $Zhimher awake as the mounts run towards the city. $Zcapitalhisher breathing is hard, and $Zheshe gasps in pain from the movement. You have little choice but to rush the mounts. It jostles $Zhimher around, but with limited ways to ensure the wounds are cared for, there's no choice around it. As you approach the city gates, the guards stop you only for a moment before seeing the blood and obvious wounds that all of you have. Duri insists on seeing Rundis Lyreheart, so they wave you on with an escort who clears a path to a large inn. Everyone quickly dismounts and the escort handles your mounts. Throngs of people surround it. They fill up a grand porch – crowding the windows to see inside. An overflow of onlookers simply stand around on the street. You and Duri support Zahn and push straight through the crowd as Duri barks at the spectators to move. Most give $Dhimher a wide berth. You catch whispers and gasps coming from them as you pass by. You hear the words '$Dhimher again' from a small group that clears a path for you. There's music all around you, the sound of lyre strings. This must be from the bardic healer. The sound is beautiful, but more than that – you //feel// it. Something inside your heart wells at the sound. There's a weight to this music, one that you feel you could hold in your hands as it sailed around in the sky or on the seas and pulled you along. It cradles you. The soothing sounds are interrupted as Duri begins yelling. "Runey!" You hear a string on the lyre suddenly twang. "Runey! Please!" Duri leads through the crowd. A path opens to the front of a massive lobby and at its head sits the bard… <<elseif $friendhurt is 'Duri'>>Oswin helps you mount up with Duri clutched in your arms. You keep pressure against the stab wounds, trying to also keep $Dhimher awake as the mounts run towards the city. $Dcapitalhisher breathing is hard, and $Dheshe's trying to not react to the pain that $Dheshe is clearly in. You have little choice but to rush the mounts. It jostles $Dhimher around, but with limited ways to ensure the wounds are cared for, there's no choice around it. As you approach the city gates, the guards stop you only for a moment before seeing the blood and obvious wounds that all of you have. Duri gives you the name 'Rundis Lyreheart' to relay to the guard, so they wave you on with an escort who clears a path to a large inn. Everyone quickly dismounts and the escort handles your mounts. Throngs of people surround it. They fill up a grand porch – crowding the windows to see inside. An overflow of onlookers simply stand around on the street. You and Oswin support Duri and push straight through the crowd as Duri struggles, but pushes on. Most give you a wide berth. You catch whispers and gasps coming from them as you pass by. You hear the words '$Dhimher again' from a small group that clears a path for you. There's music all around you, the sound of lyre strings. This must be from the bardic healer. The sound is beautiful, but more than that – you //feel// it. Something inside your heart wells at the sound. There's a weight to this music, one that you feel you could hold in your hands as it sailed around in the sky or on the seas and pulled you along. It cradles you. The soothing sounds are interrupted as Oswin begins yelling. "We need help! Please, we're looking for Lyreheart!" You hear a string on the lyre suddenly twang. You and Oswin push forward. A path opens to the front of a massive lobby and at its head sits the bard…<</if>> [[A woman|B5.8a]] [[A man.|B5.8b]]

<<nobr>> <<set $Rgen to 'female'>> <<set $Rheshe to 'she'>> <<set $Rcapitalheshe to 'She'>> <<set $Rhisher to 'her'>> <<set $Rcapitalhisher to 'Her'>> <<set $Rhimher to 'her'>> <<set $Rcapitalhimher to 'Her'>> <<set $Rhishers to 'hers'>> <<set $Rcapitalhishers to 'Hers'>> <<set $Rhimselfherself to 'herself'>> <<set $Rcapitalhimselfherself to 'Herself'>> <<set $Rmanwoperson to 'woman'>> <<set $Rsondtrchild to 'daughter'>> <</nobr>> She sits with a lyre resting on her thigh. Despite her relaxed position, you suddenly feel less like you are in the lobby of an inn and more like you are in a throne room. The inn is nice and not as lavish as a throne room, but before you sits a queen draped in flowing white and purple silks. She pinches the bridge of her nose with eyes shut tight, annoyance radiating from her stage. <<if $friendhurt is 'Oswin'>> "Duri'naan, I made it exceedingly clear after the last time – you are banned!" Her eyes snap open and the ferocity in her expression morphs into shock as she sees Oswin bleeding before her. "Runey, please…" Duri nods towards Oswin. "To my quarters, now." The entire crowd parts in an instant. You and Duri take Oswin up an elaborate staircase and down a hallway. The demigod knows the right door. You both set Oswin gently on a bed. His skin is ashy and his eyes barely open. He mumbles, but nothing he says is coherent. There's so much blood. Rune bursts in not a moment later, tossing her outer robe and rushing to a basin to wash her hands. "Everyone out while I work." She commands while drying her hands. Duri and Zahn leave the room right away, but you hesitate. "It will be okay – I can fix this, but I need to focus. Stay with Duri'naan." Rune nods at you, bright purple eyes shining, and gets to work. [[You take a long look at Oswin and then leave the room.|B5.9]] <<elseif $friendhurt is 'Zahn'>> "Duri'naan, I made it exceedingly clear after the last time – you are banned!" Her eyes snap open and the ferocity in her expression morphs into shock as she sees Zahn bleeding before her. "Runey, please…" Duri nods toward Zahn. "To my quarters, now." The entire crowd parts in an instant. You and Duri take Zahn up an elaborate staircase and down a hallway. The demigod knows the right door. You both set $Zhimher gently on a bed. Zahn's skin is pallid and $Zhisher eyes barely open. $Zcapitalheshe mumbles, but nothing $Zheshe says is coherent. There's so much blood. Rune bursts in not a moment later, tossing her outer robe and rushing to a basin to wash her hands. "Everyone out while I work." She commands while drying her hands. Duri and Oswin leave the room right away, but you hesitate. "It will be okay – I can fix this, but I need to focus. Stay with Duri'naan." Rune nods at you, bright purple eyes shining, and gets to work. [[You take a long look at Zahn and then leave the room.|B5.9]] <<elseif $friendhurt is 'Duri'>> "If this is another marriage proposal, I will skin you alive!" Her eyes snap open and the ferocity in her expression morphs into shock as she sees Duri bleeding before her. "Please help us," Oswin says. "To my quarters – up the stairs, last door on the right. Put $Dhimher on the bed." The entire crowd parts in an instant. You and Oswin take Duri up an elaborate staircase and down a hallway to the last door as you were told. You both set $Dhimher gently on a bed. Duri's skin is pale and $Dhisher eyes barely open. $Dcapitalheshe mumbles, but nothing $Dheshe says is coherent. There's so much blood. Can a demigod die in such a way? Duri said that $Dheshe can get hurt…does this mean… Rune bursts in not a moment later, tossing her outer robe and rushing to a basin to wash her hands. "Everyone out while I work." She commands while drying her hands. Zahn and Oswin leave the room right away, but you hesitate. "It will be okay – I can fix this, but I need to focus. Stay with your friends." Rune nods at you, bright purple eyes shining, and gets to work. [[You take a long look at Duri and then leave the room.|B5.9]] <</if>>

<<nobr>> <<set $Rgen to 'male'>> <<set $Rheshe to 'he'>> <<set $Rcapitalheshe to 'He'>> <<set $Rhisher to 'his'>> <<set $Rcapitalhisher to 'His'>> <<set $Rhimher to 'him'>> <<set $Rcapitalhimher to 'Him'>> <<set $Rhishers to 'his'>> <<set $Rcapitalhishers to 'His'>> <<set $Rhimselfherself to 'himself'>> <<set $Rcapitalhimselfherself to 'Himself'>> <<set $Rmanwoperson to 'man'>> <<set $Rsondtrchild to 'son'>> <</nobr>> He sits with a lyre resting on his thigh. Despite his relaxed position, you suddenly feel less like you are in the lobby of an inn and more like you are in a throne room. The inn is nice and not as lavish as a throne room, but before you sits a king draped in flowing white and purple silks. He pinches the bridge of his nose with eyes shut tight, annoyance radiating from his stage. <<if $friendhurt is 'Oswin'>> "Duri'naan, I made it exceedingly clear after the last time – you are banned!" His eyes snap open and the ferocity in his expression morphs into shock as he sees Oswin bleeding before him. "Runey, please…" Duri nods towards Oswin. "To my quarters, now." The entire crowd parts in an instant. You and Duri take Oswin up an elaborate staircase and down a hallway. The demigod knows the right door. You both set Oswin gently on a bed. His skin is ashy and his eyes barely open. He mumbles, but nothing he says is coherent. There's so much blood. Rune bursts in not a moment later, tossing his outer robe and rushing to a basin to wash his hands. "Everyone out while I work," he commands while drying his hands. Duri and Zahn leave the room right away, but you hesitate. "It will be okay – I can fix this, but I need to focus. Stay with Duri'naan." Rune nods at you, bright purple eyes shining, and gets to work. [[You take a long look at Oswin and then leave the room.|B5.9]] <<elseif $friendhurt is 'Zahn'>> "Duri'naan, I made it exceedingly clear after the last time – you are banned!" His eyes snap open and the ferocity in his expression morphs into shock as he sees Zahn bleeding before him. "Runey, please…" Duri nods toward Zahn. "To my quarters, now." The entire crowd parts in an instant. You and Duri take Zahn up an elaborate staircase and down a hallway. The demigod knows the right door. You both set $Zhimher gently on a bed. Zahn's skin is pallid and $Zhisher eyes barely open. $Zcapitalheshe mumbles, but nothing $Zheshe says is coherent. There's so much blood. Rune bursts in not a moment later, tossing his outer robe and rushing to a basin to wash his hands. "Everyone out while I work," he commands while drying his hands. Duri and Oswin leave the room right away, but you hesitate. "It will be okay – I can fix this, but I need to focus. Stay with Duri'naan." Rune nods at you, bright purple eyes shining, and gets to work. [[You take a long look at Zahn and then leave the room.|B5.9]] <<elseif $friendhurt is 'Duri'>> "If this is another marriage proposal, I will skin you alive!" His eyes snap open and the ferocity in his expression morphs into shock as he sees Duri bleeding before him. "Please help us," Oswin says. "To my quarters – up the stairs, last door on the right. Put $Dhimher on the bed." The entire crowd parts in an instant. You and Oswin take Duri up an elaborate staircase and down a hallway to the last door as you were told. You both set $Dhimher gently on a bed. Duri's skin is pale and $Dhisher eyes barely open. $Dcapitalheshe mumbles, but nothing $Dheshe says is coherent. There's so much blood. Can a demigod die in such a way? Duri said that $Dheshe can get hurt…does this mean… Rune bursts in not a moment later, tossing his outer robe and rushing to a basin to wash his hands. "Everyone out while I work," he commands while drying his hands. Zahn and Oswin leave the room right away, but you hesitate. "It will be okay – I can fix this, but I need to focus. Stay with your friends." Rune nods at you, bright purple eyes shining, and gets to work. [[You take a long look at Duri and then leave the room.|B5.9]] <</if>>

A kindly worker for the inn unlocks the room across from the bard's for your group. It's quite lavish, but you hardly absorb what it looks like. You take a seat at a table as the events of the last hours replay in your mind in a fuzzy loop. It feels surreal. This can't have really happened. You look at your hands. They're coated with blood. It seeps into every crease of your hands, even soaking under your fingernails.<<if $interestwound is "scaracrosshand">> The stain even fills the slight hollow of the scar atop your hand from so long ago.<</if>><<if $interestwound is "righthandpoison">> The stain even fills the slight hollow of the scar atop your hand from so long ago.<</if>><<if $interestwound is "pinfinger">> The stain even fills the slight hollow of the scar on your middle finger from so long ago.<</if>> It happened. It really did. You're hurt too, more wounds piled onto your existing ones. You become more aware of your soreness and weariness as time slips by. You look at your companions who seem to be in the same stupor as you. It feels strange not sitting here with <<if $friendhurt is 'Oswin'>>Oswin.<<elseif $friendhurt is 'Zahn'>>Zahn.<<elseif $friendhurt is 'Duri'>>Duri.<</if>> <<if $friendhurt is 'Oswin'>>Both Zahn and Duri look exhausted. Duri is covered in bruises and cuts. $Dcapitalhisher knuckles are split and raw, and blood is splattered on $Dhisher clothes. Zahn looks a little better, with some bruising on the side of $Zhisher face and some blood seeping through $Zhisher pants from a cut.<<elseif $friendhurt is 'Zahn'>>Both Oswin and Duri look exhausted. Oswin appears relatively unscathed. His lip is bleeding a bit, and he has an obvious cut across his left bicep. Duri looks a little worse for wear. $Dcapitalhisher knuckles are split and raw, and blood is splattered on $Dhisher clothes.<<elseif $friendhurt is 'Duri'>>Both Oswin and Zahn look exhausted. Oswin appears relatively unscathed. His lip is bleeding a bit, and he has an obvious cut across his left bicep. Zahn looks a little better off than Oswin, with some bruising on the side of $Zhisher face and some blood seeping through $Zhisher pants from a small cut.<</if>> You think of <<if $friendhurt is 'Oswin'>>Oswin.<<elseif $friendhurt is 'Zahn'>>Zahn.<<elseif $friendhurt is 'Duri'>>Duri.<</if>>.. [[You're so angry and need to punch something.|B5.9a]] [[You're listless. Everything is muted.|B5.9b]] [[You settle yourself.|B5.9c]] [[It's too much. Tears flood your eyes.|B5.9d]]

Spotting a blank space on one wall, you rise from your chair as your companions stare at you. You stand and stare at the spot in a stupor for several moments. Your eye twitches. And then you're punching. The plaster cracks in two hits. Your knuckles split in four. And then you lose count. When you are done, <<if $friendhurt is 'Oswin'>>Zahn gently takes you by the elbow and guides you back to your chair. $Zcapitalheshe begins to gently clean your wounds, starting with your hands.<<elseif $friendhurt is 'Zahn'>>Oswin gently takes you by the elbow and guides you back to your chair. He begins to gently clean your wounds, starting with your hands.<<elseif $friendhurt is 'Duri'>>Zahn gently takes you by the elbow and guides you back to your chair. $Zcapitalheshe begins to gently clean your wounds, starting with your hands.<</if>> [[You know this isn't your fault.|B5.9a1]] [[Guilt fills you.|B5.9a2]]

Your mind floats away, and you do not care to try and stop it. Disconnecting from everything is the only way you can cope right now. You are blank. There is nothing. Your mind is quiet. [[You only breathe.|B5.10]]

You cannot let the events of today ruin you. To do so is like letting that group of bandits win. You will not let them take anything else from you. This trip has been hard on all of you, but you just came out of multiple deadly situations alive – injured, but still alive. One thing at a time. [[You just need to breathe.|B5.10]]

A wretched sob flees your throat. You bury your head in your hands and cry. You pay no mind to your friends around you or how much noise you make, you just need to cry. This day, this trip has been a nightmare from the start, and now one of your companions is battered and bleeding in the next room. [[You feel like it's your fault.|B5.9d1]] [[You know it's not your fault, but it's still hard.|B5.9d2]]

You don't remember falling asleep. And you definitely don't remember getting into a bed. You try to sit up only to yelp in pain and be sent back down. You suppose the cocktail of potions and tea that kept you afloat has worn off. It's a cruel reminder of your trip down the mountainside. Suddenly you remember that you're not the only one in pain. You wince as you recall the bandit stabbing <<if $friendhurt is 'Oswin'>>Oswin<<elseif $friendhurt is 'Zahn'>>Zahn<<elseif $friendhurt is 'Duri'>>Duri<</if>> over and over. You need to see what happened overnight. You make to get up again, but the searing pain in your ribs keeps you down. You take a ragged breath. There's a gentle knock at the door. "Come in," you respond quietly. The door opens a crack and an unfamiliar face pokes through. Bright purple eyes regard you with kindness before the bard enters the room. "Good morning. I don't know if you were told but my name is Rūndis Lyreheart, please call me Rune. I won't delay in telling you that <<if $friendhurt is 'Oswin'>>Oswin<<elseif $friendhurt is 'Zahn'>>Zahn<<elseif $friendhurt is 'Duri'>>Duri'naan<</if>> is okay. I was able to get the wounds to heal quite well." You release a heavy breath, though it hurts, there is relief in it. "Thank you," you say, managing a weak smile. Rune comes to your side of the rather large bed you're in and pulls up a chair. You finally get a good look at $Rhimher. A mane of rich black curls crowns Rune's head, but you notice the bangs just on $Rhisher left temple are a bright purple. $Rcapitalhisher skin is a rich brown but you can't quite make out $Rhisher figure very well from $Rhisher seated position and layers of clothes. <<if $height is 'verytall'>>You are clearly taller than $Rhimher<<elseif $height is 'tall'>>You can tell you probably stand a bit taller than $Rhimher.<<elseif $height is 'average'>>You think you are roughly around the same height as $Rhimher.<<else>>As with most people, you are pretty sure you're shorter than $Rhimher.<</if>> Rune's clothing is also quite lovely. $Rcapitalheshe is wearing a bright white tunic with gold embroidery along the hems. The tunic has an unusually low cut neckline, showing off a large dark tattoo – a depiction of the lower half of a blazing sun – upon $Rhisher chest. Rune also wears a purple silken belt, though $Rhisher trousers appear to be of a simple but rich brown cloth. $Rcapitalheshe also wears jewelry of gold – earrings, and bangles along $Rhisher arms. This is //possibly// one of the most color-coordinated people you've ever seen. You peek down to the floor where you see…purple shoes. This is //definitely// the most color-coordinated person you've ever seen. Rune's eyes are so bright, their purple color is so definitive that it is hard not to notice $Rhisher eyes first, let alone look away from them. <<if $eyecolor is "purple">>They're much like your own, perhaps a slightly different shade. You don't recall ever meeting another person with your eye color.<<else>>You don't know if you've ever actually met a person with purple eyes before. You know what people say about them, though. At least for this person, it seems true that they have some sort of magic affiliation.<</if>> <<if $ReservedOutgoing > 49>>You give $Rhimher a sheepish smile accompanied by a little wave of a hand in greeting.<<else>>Your face brightens with a smile. "Good morning," you finally greet.<</if>> Rune nods at you and smiles politely. "As I said, call me Rune or even simply Lyreheart. Typically, I am a bard by night and a physician by day, but you all seem to have upended my schedule." "Apologies for that. We've managed to find a lot of trouble lately." "I have been informed by your companions of your ordeal. I wanted to offer my healing services to you as well. I mean no offense, but you do not look well." You nod. "I could use a hand, but…aren't you exhausted?" You see Rune begin to smirk before $Rheshe schools it. "Not yet. I do have a couple of questions for you first if you will." "Sure." "I do not like to operate on assumptions, as you are accompanying someone I know and trust already, I'm inclined to not feel concerned, but I always confirm with my patients as to if they feel safe or not." "Safe?" Rune nods. "No, no – I'm safe. <<if $Ostat2 is 'friends'>>Oswin is a good friend of mine. We've known each other since childhood. He has a bit of an attitude sometimes, but he's a good man.<<elseif $Ostat2 is 'romantic'>>Oswin is a good, um, friend of mine. We've known each other since we were children. He's important to me and a very good man.<<elseif $Ostat2 is 'distant'>>Oswin is fine, he's my guide for my journey. He's got an attitude, but I'm safe with him.<<elseif $Ostat2 is 'neutral'>>Oswin is fine, he's my guide for my journey. He's got a bit of an attitude, but I'm safe with him.<</if>> <<if $Zstat is 'neutral'>>We met Zahn on the journey here. $Zcapitalheshe is a religious pilgrim, so $Zheshe has tagged along with us for a bit.<<elseif $Zstat is 'friends'>>Zahn is a new friend we made on our journey here. $Zcapitalheshe is a religious pilgrim. $Zcapitalheshe has been very kind, we made fast friends.<<elseif $Zstat is 'romantic'>>Zahn is a new friend we made on our journey here. $Zcapitalheshe is a religious pilgrim. $Zcapitalheshe has been very kind, a veritable sweetheart really.<<elseif $Zstat is 'physical'>>Zahn is a new friend we made on our journey here. $Zcapitalheshe is a religious pilgrim. $Zcapitalheshe has been very kind, we made fast friends.<<elseif $Zstat is 'sus'>>We met Zahn on the journey here. $Zcapitalheshe is a religious pilgrim, so $Zheshe has tagged along with us for a bit. Honestly, I'm just a bit suspicious of $Zhimher. I don't feel like I'm in danger exactly, just that they're hiding something.<</if>>" The bard smiles. "I had a feeling, but wanted to be sure. Duri'naan doesn't just follow anyone around. My next question…is probably a bit personal depending on your beliefs, I suppose. Since I have been treating <<if $friendhurt is 'Oswin'>>Oswin<<elseif $friendhurt is 'Zahn'>>Zahn<<elseif $friendhurt is 'Duri'>>Duri<</if>> I have felt something peculiar about you, and wanted to confirm. Know that you are safe with me and I will not be angry." You feel confused already, and it must show on your face. Rune raises $Rhisher hands in a placating gesture. [["''Are you perchance, a mage?''"|B5.11]]

<<set $selfblame5 to true>> It's your fault that <<if $friendhurt is 'Oswin'>>Oswin<<elseif $friendhurt is 'Zahn'>>Zahn<<elseif $friendhurt is 'Duri'>>Duri<</if>> is hurt. You cry harder. This trip was to help cure you, to break your curse, to find a solution, but you've only caused trouble for other people. <<if $friendhurt is 'Oswin'>>Zahn gently touches your shoulder and kneels at your chair. $Zcapitalheshe begins to gently clean your wounds. $Zcapitalheshe lets you cry and express yourself but remains a steadfast presence so you know you are not alone.<<elseif $friendhurt is 'Zahn'>>Oswin quietly kneels by your chair. He begins to gently clean your wounds, remaining a steadfast presence to comfort you.<<elseif $friendhurt is 'Duri'>>Zahn gently touches your shoulder and kneels at your chair. $Zcapitalheshe begins to gently clean your wounds. $Zcapitalheshe lets you cry and express yourself but remains a steadfast presence so you know you are not alone.<</if>> [[You can hardly breathe.|B5.10]]

You hate so much that <<if $friendhurt is 'Oswin'>>Oswin<<elseif $friendhurt is 'Zahn'>>Zahn<<elseif $friendhurt is 'Duri'>>Duri<</if>> is hurt. This isn't fair. The entire trip hasn't been fair to you or your companions. It wasn't supposed to be like this. Why does this shit keep happening around you? You cry harder. <<if $friendhurt is 'Oswin'>>Zahn gently touches your shoulder and kneels at your chair. $Zcapitalheshe begins to gently clean your wounds. $Zcapitalheshe lets you cry and express yourself but remains a steadfast presence so you know you are not alone.<<elseif $friendhurt is 'Zahn'>>Oswin quietly kneels by your chair. He begins to gently clean your wounds, remaining a steadfast presence to comfort you.<<elseif $friendhurt is 'Duri'>>Zahn gently touches your shoulder and kneels at your chair. $Zcapitalheshe begins to gently clean your wounds. $Zcapitalheshe lets you cry and express yourself but remains a steadfast presence so you know you are not alone.<</if>> [[You can hardly breathe.|B5.10]]

You practically choke on a breath at the question. "No…why would you even think that?" Rune nods. "So you are not a mage, a witch, a magic user of any term?" You shake your head. <<if $eyecolor is "purple">>$Rcapitalheshe looks at you with clear dubiousness. "Your eye color is quite rare. Not that it is a sure indicator of those with abilities, but it is even rarer to meet a person with purple eyes who has no aptitude for magic." "Well, I suppose now you have. I can't do any magic that I know of…"<</if>> The bard stares at you for a long and awkward moment. You're not quite sure what $Rheshe's thinking or why they'd ask such a question. You're locked into this strange staring contest until Rune finally deems fit to clarify. <<if $friendhurt is 'Oswin'>>"While I was treating your friend last night, he kept insisting that you needed my help more than he. Considering the blood loss – I was doubtful. He was a bit…delirious to be sure, but he told me – many times – that you've been searching for a cure to a serious illness, and that I needed to leave him be so I could help you."<<elseif $friendhurt is 'Zahn'>>"While I was working on Zahn last night, your friend Oswin visited me. Once he was satisfied that I was actually helping, he began asking me strange questions about my abilities and the limits thereof. He finally confessed that you have an illness of sorts for which you are seeking a solution."<<elseif $friendhurt is 'Duri'>>"While I was working on Duri'naan last night, your friend Oswin visited me. Once he was satisfied that I was actually helping, he began asking me strange questions about my abilities and the limits thereof. He finally confessed that you have an illness of sorts for which you are seeking a solution."<</if>> You shake your head. "What does this have to do with what you just asked me?" "This is a safe place, $mc, I just want you to know that. You do not need to conceal anything, and I am not angry." "Angry?" Your eyes go wide. What could you do to possibly make Rune angry? You've been here less than a day. "While I worked, there was a notable pull on the magic around me. Something was attempting to divert the energy I was putting into healing away from <<if $friendhurt is 'Oswin'>>Oswin<<elseif $friendhurt is 'Zahn'>>Zahn<<elseif $friendhurt is 'Duri'>>Duri'naan<</if>>. When I followed the source of the pull, it led to you." Rune gives you a stern look. "Just sitting here, I can sense something very peculiar about you, and I have a hunch about it, but I would need to…examine you." <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>Your brow wrinkles with no small amount of worry. "I don't know what that could be…I've been…ill since childhood. I swear that I'm not doing anything."<<else>>You try to give a weak smile, but it comes off flat. "I really don't know what that would be. Perhaps it's just a sort of magnetism between us?"<</if>> "I'd like to test something, if you will. Very simple – I won't touch you or anything, I will merely release some magic into the air and see what it does around you." You nod, feeling a bit like you are on trial. A purple mist flows from the palms of Rune's hands. It hovers above you before settling all around you. Just as you get a rush of a familiar feeling, it cuts out. You almost miss it. Rune is clenching $Rhisher jaw. "So…you have either gotten into something you really shouldn't have, you're lying to me about being a magic user, or…" "I didn't lie…nor have I gotten into anything," you insist. "All I know is that I got sick as a kid, very sick. It's nearly killed me more times than I know and we've never found a medical solution to it…" There's an urge inside of you to just confess that you know it's a curse, but you don't know if you should just yet. Rune seems a bit angry, and you're unsure of raising the ire of someone who is helping you and your companions heal up. "$mc, you have something seriously wrong here, and it's something I have never encountered before. Your body is absorbing magic. I can still sense the magic from Inola's shrine upon you as if it cannot leave. As soon as I released my power, it latched onto you as well. I have never seen this before." Your jaw drops. Rune scoots $Rhisher chair closer to the bed. "If you have not been using magic or playing around with artifacts, there is no reason I can think of that you'd be involuntarily absorbing magic. This illness may be related if you are not a witch or mage. Your body is not adapted to it, and reacts in a volatile way." You shake your head. "How could I absorb magic but not be able to use it?" "I can't even understand how you are absorbing it at all, but that's what's happening. Mages do not even store magic, they pull it from all around them and use it at will. Powerful mages are such because magic finds them and lingers – bending to commands. So, I know you know something more, just come clean and I may be able to help you. Magic can strain your physical body tremendously when you are unaccustomed to it – this //can// kill you." The words settle heavily on your shoulders. [[You breathe a moment and attempt to give a simple explanation of what has happened to you.|B5.11a]] [[The weight of all you have been through crashes down and you burst into tears.|B5.11b]] [[Bitterness is on your tongue as you tell your story.|B5.11c]]

<<set $cursestress +=2>> You take a moment to breathe and collect your thoughts. There's no getting out of explaining this, and it is reasonable to believe that telling Rune could be a key to your survival. Rune waits patiently for you… [[You're suppressing how upsetting it actually is to you.|B5.11a1]] [[You're remaining reasonable, if not a bit optimistic.|B5.11a2]]

<<set $cursefatigue to 'bitter'>> <<set $cursestress +=3>> Rune gives you space but stays near to show support as if you have been friends for many years. You grit your teeth and you feel your blood rushing through your body. You freely bear your anger as you speak, explaining to Rune that you are unjustly cursed by a god and dying because of it. You tell of every breath that was hard-won and every trial from home to where you are today and how hard you are fighting against your fate. Rune listens to every slight you bring $Rhimher, taking on all your frustrations from the curse to the treacherous path you took here. You rant about <<if hasVisited("3.1a")>>how you started this journey with a sense of excitement and adventure, which has only led you to disaster, crushing your hopes of what this path could bring.<<elseif hasVisited("3.1b")>>how apprehensive you felt starting this journey, and how your fears have come to fruition and spiraled out of control.<<elseif hasVisited("3.1c")>>how thrilled you were to take this path with Oswin as your guide, to connect with him in a way you'd been missing out on. Only to have it ruined by the perils this trip has thrown you in.<<elseif hasVisited("3.1d")>>how panicked you felt starting this journey, and how your fears have only come to fruition and spiraled out of control.<<else>>how unbothered you felt at the start of your journey, but then everything has gone to shit and pulled the rug out from under you, sending you into a spiral of fear you never expected.<</if>> Rune listens patiently as you confess <<if $goal is 'love'>>your aggravation that you will never find love and how your wish for your birthday was to find a rare and beautiful connection with another soul<<elseif $goal is 'friendship'>>your aggravation that you will never find the connections and friendships that your soul craves. That you will spend the final year of your life without having impacted those around you as if you never mattered to the world<<elseif $goal is 'craft'>>your frustration at never having another chance to pursue your passion, your craft. That your love <<if $interest is 'choppin'>>for lumber-work and your walk in Papa's footsteps will die with you.<<elseif $interest is 'woodin'>>for wood-working and your walk in Papa's footsteps will die with you.<<elseif $interest is 'swordin'>>for swordsmanship will perish with you.<<elseif $interest is 'archin'>>for bowmanship will perish with you.<<elseif $interest is 'healin'>>for helping and nurturing others will die with you.<<elseif $interest is 'tradin'>>for trade and business will perish with you.<<elseif $interest is 'cookin'>>for food and meals that bring others together will die with you.<</if>><<elseif $goal is 'answers'>>your frustration that you will die before you ever get answers or before anyone ever takes responsibility for cursing you, that no one will be held accountable for tampering with your life<<elseif $goal is 'independence'>>your aggravation that you will never taste true independence. That you will meet the end of your days just as helpless as the day you were born.<</if>> And on top of all this, others were hurt - any one of them could have died. <<if $selfblame5 is true>>And it is all - your - fault.<</if>> You spill the venom within your heart, feeling sick with bitterness, all in the presence of a near stranger. Rune guides you with deep breaths to help you settle, but does not chide you for the expression of your burdens. Your shoulder aches, but you haven't within yourself to care about the pain anymore. All you've had is pain, and you are so tired of it winning. You feel your blood begin to level out as your heart calms. Rune hands you a kerchief to dab the sweat from your brow that has accumulated. Your voice is tight when you speak. "Th-thank you. I apologize for getting worked up…" "Don't apologize for that," Rune says. "You have been through a great deal of hardship and the path ahead is uncertain. It is okay to express yourself as long as you do not hurt yourself or another." You take another calming breath, feeling more relieved. "You're very kind," you mumble. Rune smiles, and it's then that you see a shine to $Rhisher eyes. "If you need a safe place to fall apart, I will be here for you." You nod. "Now, speaking of shoulders - we really should attend to yours more thoroughly and get your other wounds a jump on healing. <<if $shoulderdislocate is true>>I will be able to mend any torn muscle or tendons and encourage the joint to repair any other damage.<<else>>I will help get the wound and internal damage to knit back together as well as keep any infection down.<</if>>" "So, how does this work?" you ask. "After treating your friend, I am a little tired, but I can still help you, so do not fear. The way I can heal you is by giving your body a push to heal itself much faster. This is best done over the course of days - I do not know how long it will take, that depends on the extent of the damage. I will need to pour magic into the wounded area at least once per day, but likely I will want to start by treating you three times. I do not have to touch you for this to work either if you are averse to it. You //will// be more tired than normal and more hungry. You have the use of my quarters, which is this room and the room across the hall, for as long as you need. I would like you to stay in bed for at least two full days, after that I encourage you to move around and get the blood flowing. There's a market just down the road you could walk around in." You glance around at the most opulent inn lodgings that you've ever seen. "I don't have much gold…" Rune's eyes go a bit wide. "Everything I do, I do purely because I want to. I have no need of money. Anyway, I imagine you'd much like to clean up, so allow me a few minutes to begin your treatment. Once we are done, I will retire for a while and you will have use of the washroom. Your belongings are there and you are welcome to use or wear anything you find in there. I often receive gifts of clothing and have no desire for them." [[Rune wastes no time getting to work.|A5.9]]

<<set $cursefatigue to 'suppress'>> <<set $cursestress +=4>> Rune gives you $Rhisher full attention. You tamp down the rise of emotion you feel as you begin to tell your story. It makes you stop for a moment against your will and Rune gives you an odd look. You clear your throat a few times, shaking the feeling away as you launch into the details as minimally as you can. You tell Rune that you are cursed by a god and dying. Though $Rheshe is shocked at the revelation for a moment, $Rheshe does not interrupt you. You start from the beginning, trying to speak of being a very sick child without letting it throw you into a pit of emotion you do not want to be in right now. So, instead, you focus on the facts and the symptoms. You tell of the visit with the mage, Ansar, and all that he told you – of the plan to seek help from the nearest god you might find. You also tell of how your journey has been fraught with its troubles as well, resulting in your injured shoulder and wounds from the bandit attack. Rune listens with resolute patience, leaning forward and resting $Rhisher chin on $Rhisher hands, asking the occasional question for clarity. You notice little change in how $Rheshe reacts – except – for when Ansar's name is mentioned. For the briefest moment, you would swear, the bard almost winces. When you conclude your tale, Rune leans back, face twisted in thought. "I hate that you have had to go through this, $mc. The pressure you must feel is probably unreal. It would be understandable if you were not okay. I just want you to know that." Rune gives you a significant look. You just nod, though you feel your throat tighten. "Bottling your emotions only leads to bigger problems later." Rune levels you with a serious look. "...Something I know a great deal about. I advise that you seek some comfort where you can. Healthy ones – I am still a physician of sorts. Rely on those companions of yours." $Rcapitalheshe smirks. You manage a small smile as well. "Only Oswin knows the full extent of everything. He did not want to trust anyone else with all the information." Rune nods. "A wise choice in truth. A curse means magic, and some out there would seek to use you for it – even if there was nothing to be gained. Magic hunters are a significant problem at times, I suspect the bandits who accosted you were such. As soon as the landslide occurred, several from the city set out to search for artifacts, none of them are very…//respectable// people. I will note that Duri'naan would be a safe one to tell. $Dcapitalheshe can't exactly help you break it, but $Dheshe won't try to use you for profit or anything. Zahn is a bit simple." Rune freezes for a moment. "Apologies, I don't mean that in an intellectual sense. I mean that $Zheshe just seems to be trying to get by. $Zcapitalheshe was fretting for your well-being a great deal and displayed no interests that would indicate selfish motives to me." You nod. Rune smiles warmly at you. "$mc, if you find that you need a safe place to…unravel, I will be here for you. There's no obligation to seek your other companions out, especially if it brings discomfort. But, you may have my shoulder to help you lift your burdens should you need it." You swallow the lump in your throat. "Now, speaking of shoulders – we really should attend to yours more thoroughly and get your other wounds a jump on healing. <<if $shoulderdislocate is true>>I will be able to mend any torn muscle or tendons and encourage the joint to repair any other damage.<<else>>I will help get the wound and internal damage to knit back together as well as keep any infection down.<</if>>" "So, how does that work?" you ask. "After treating your friend, I am a little tired, but I can still help you, so do not fear. The way I can heal you is by giving your body a push to heal itself much faster. This is best done over multiple days – I do not know how long it will take – that depends on the extent of the damage. I will need to pour magic into the wounded area at least once per day, but likely I will want to start by treating you three times. I do not have to touch you for this to work either if you are averse to it. You //will// be more tired than normal and more hungry. You have the use of my quarters, which is this room and the room across the hall, for as long as you need. I would like you to stay in bed for at least two full days, after that I encourage you to move around and get the blood flowing. There's a market just down the road you could walk around in." You glance around at the most opulent inn lodgings that you've ever seen. "I don't have much gold…" Rune's eyes go a bit wide. "Everything I do, I do purely because I want to. I have no need of money. Anyway, I imagine you'd much like to clean up, so allow me a few minutes to begin your treatment. Once we are done, I will retire for a while and you will have use of the washroom. Your belongings are there and you are welcome to use or wear anything you find in there. I often receive gifts of clothing and have no desire for them." [[Rune wastes no time getting to work.|A5.9]]

<<set $cursefatigue to 'reason'>> Rune gives you $Rhisher full attention. You begin to tell your story as clearly as you can. You tell Rune that you are cursed by a god and dying. Though $Rheshe is shocked at the revelation for a moment, $Rheshe does not interrupt you. You start from the beginning, trying to speak of being a very sick child and how the illness followed you into adulthood. You focus on the facts and the symptoms, mentioning the tea Emre made that seemed to help the symptoms. You also tell of the visit with the mage, Ansar, and all that he told you – of the plan to seek help from the nearest god you might find. You also tell of how your journey has been fraught with its troubles as well, resulting in your injured shoulder and an attack from the bandits on the road. Rune listens with resolute patience, leaning forward and resting $Rhisher chin on $Rhisher hands, asking the occasional question for clarity. You notice little change in how $Rheshe reacts – except – for when Ansar's name is mentioned. For the briefest moment, you would swear, the bard almost winces. When you conclude your tale, Rune leans back, face twisted in thought. "I hate that you have had to go through this, $mc. It would be understandable if you were not okay. I just want you to know that." Rune gives you a significant look. You just nod. "Thank you, but I am actually doing okay right now." "I would advise that you maybe spend some time with your friends – confide in them – and do something you enjoy, healthy habits, of course." $Rcapitalheshe smirks. You manage a small smile as well. "Only Oswin knows the full extent of everything. He did not want to trust anyone else with all the information." Rune nods. "A wise choice. A curse means magic, and some out there would seek to use you for it, even if there was nothing to be gained. Magic hunters are a significant problem at times, I suspect the bandits who accosted you were such. As soon as the landslide occurred, several from the city set out to search for artifacts – none of them are very…//respectable// people. I will note that Duri'naan would be a safe one to tell. $Dcapitalheshe can't exactly help you break it, but $Dheshe won't try to use you for profit or anything. Zahn is a bit simple." Rune freezes for a moment. "Apologies, I don't mean that in an intellectual sense. I mean that $Zheshe just seems to be trying to get by. $Zcapitalheshe was fretting for your well-being a great deal and displayed no interests that would indicate selfish motives to me." You nod. Rune smiles warmly at you. "$mc, if you find that you ever need a safe place to…unravel, I will be here for you. There's no obligation to seek your other companions out, especially if it brings discomfort. But, you may have my shoulder to help you lift your burdens should you need it." "I appreciate the offer," you say, bowing your head politely. "Now, speaking of shoulders – we really should attend to yours more thoroughly and get your other wounds a jump on healing. <<if $shoulderdislocate is true>>I will be able to mend any torn muscle or tendons and encourage the joint to repair any other damage.<<else>>I will help get the wound and internal damage to knit back together as well as keep any infection down.<</if>>" "So, how does this work?" you ask. "After treating your friend, I am a little tired, but I can still help you, so do not fear. The way I can heal you is by giving your body a push to heal itself much faster. This is best done over multiple days – I do not know how long it will take, that depends on the extent of the damage. I will need to pour magic into the wounded area at least once per day, but likely I will want to start by treating you three times. I do not have to touch you for this to work either if you are averse to it. You //will// be more tired than normal and more hungry. You have the use of my quarters, which is this room and the room across the hall, for as long as you need. I would like you to stay in bed for at least two full days, after that I encourage you to move around and get the blood flowing. There's a market just down the road you could walk around in." You glance around at the most opulent inn lodgings that you've ever seen. "I don't have much gold…" Rune's eyes go a bit wide. "Everything I do, I do purely because I want to. I have no need of money. Anyway, I imagine you'd much like to clean up, so allow me a few minutes to begin your treatment. Once we are done, I will retire for a while and you will have use of the washroom. Your belongings are there and you are welcome to use or wear anything you find in there. I often receive gifts of clothing and have no desire for them." [[Rune wastes no time getting to work.|A5.9]]

Rune embraces you readily as if you have been friends for many years. You sob into $Rhisher shoulder as $Rheshe gently sways side to side while rubbing soothing circles in your back. Through tears and strained cries, you tell Rune that you are cursed by a god and dying. You tell of every hard-won breath and every trial from home to where you are today. Rune listens to every woe you bring $Rhimher, taking on all your frustrations from the curse to the treacherous path you took here. You cry of <<if hasVisited("3.1a")>>how you started this journey with a sense of excitement and adventure, which has only led you to disaster, crushing your hopes of what this path could bring.<<elseif hasVisited("3.1b")>>how apprehensive you felt starting this journey, and how your fears have come to fruition and spiraled out of control.<<elseif hasVisited("3.1c")>>how thrilled you were to take this path with Oswin as your guide, to connect with him in a way you'd been missing out on. Only to have it ruined by the perils this trip has thrown you in.<<elseif hasVisited("3.1d")>>how panicked you felt starting this journey, and how your fears have only come to fruition and spiraled out of control.<<else>>how unbothered you felt at the start of your journey, but then everything has gone to shit and pulled the rug out from under you, sending you into a spiral of fear you never expected.<</if>> Rune listens patiently as you confess <<if $goal is 'love'>>your fear that you will never find love and how your wish for your birthday was to find a rare and beautiful connection with another soul<<elseif $goal is 'friendship'>>your fear of never finding the connections and friendships that your soul craves. That you will spend the final year of your life without having impacted those around you<<elseif $goal is 'craft'>>your dismay at never having another chance to pursue your passion, your craft. That your love <<if $interest is 'choppin'>>for lumber-work and your walk in Papa's footsteps will die with you.<<elseif $interest is 'woodin'>>for wood-working and your walk in Papa's footsteps will die with you.<<elseif $interest is 'swordin'>>for swordsmanship will perish with you.<<elseif $interest is 'archin'>>for bowmanship will perish with you.<<elseif $interest is 'healin'>>for helping and nurturing others will die with you.<<elseif $interest is 'tradin'>>for trade and business will perish with you.<<elseif $interest is 'cookin'>>for food and meals that bring others together will die with you.<</if>><<elseif $goal is 'answers'>>your fear that you will die before you ever get answers or before anyone ever takes responsibility for cursing you<<elseif $goal is 'independence'>>your fear that you will never taste true independence. That you will meet the end of your days just as helpless as the day you were born.<</if>> And on top of all this, others were hurt – any one of them could have died. <<if $selfblame5 is true>>And it is all ''your'' fault.<</if>> You spill your heart and weep yourself nearly sick in the arms of a stranger. Rune hums you a song when you are finished speaking. $Rcapitalheshe does not hurry your tears, whispering apologies and encouragements as $Rheshe rubs your back. Your shoulder aches, but you haven't within yourself to care about the pain anymore. All you've had is pain, and you are so tired of it winning. When you pull yourself away from Rune, you feel that you must look like a mess. $Rcapitalheshe hands you a kerchief for you to dry your eyes and face. Once you feel more presentable, you sheepishly look back to Rune who gives you a gentle smile. Your voice is strained and nasally when you speak. "Th-thank you. I'm sorry I lost it…" "Don't apologize for that," Rune says. "You have been through a great deal of hardship and the path ahead is uncertain. It is okay to fall apart and express yourself." Another tear slips from your eye, but Rune's gentle hand sweeps it away. Your lip quivers slightly. "You're very kind," you mumble. Rune smiles, and it's then that you see a shine to $Rhisher own eyes. "If you need a safe place to fall apart, my shoulder is yours." You nod and swallow the lump in your throat. "Now, speaking of shoulders – we really should attend to yours more thoroughly and get your other wounds a jump on healing. <<if $shoulderdislocate is true>>I will be able to mend any torn muscle or tendons and encourage the joint to repair any other damage.<<else>>I will help get the wound and internal damage to knit back together as well as keep any infection down.<</if>>" "So, how does this work?" you ask. "After treating your friend, I am a little tired, but I can still help you, so do not fear. The way I can heal you is by giving your body a push to heal itself much faster. This is best done over multiple days – I do not know how long it will take, that depends on the extent of the damage. I will need to pour magic into the wounded area at least once per day, but likely I will want to start by treating you three times. I do not have to touch you for this to work either if you are averse to it. You //will// be more tired than normal and more hungry. You have the use of my quarters, which is this room and the room across the hall, for as long as you need. I would like you to stay in bed for at least two full days, after that I encourage you to move around and get the blood flowing. There's a market just down the road you could walk around in." You glance around at the most opulent inn lodgings that you've ever seen. "I don't have much gold…" Rune's eyes go a bit wide. "Everything I do, I do purely because I want to. I have no need of money. Anyway, I imagine you'd much like to clean up, so allow me a few minutes to begin your treatment. Once we are done, I will retire for a while and you will have use of the washroom. Your belongings are there and you are welcome to use or wear anything you find in there. I often receive gifts of clothing and have no desire for them." [[Rune wastes no time getting to work.|A5.9]]

Rune gives you space but stays near to show support as if you have been friends for many years. You sob into into your hands. Through tears and strained cries, you tell Rune that you are cursed by a god and dying. You tell of every hard-won breath and every trial from home to where you are today. Rune listens to every woe you bring $Rhimher, taking on all your frustrations from the curse to the treacherous path you took here. You cry of <<if hasVisited("3.1a")>>how you started this journey with a sense of excitement and adventure, which has only led you to disaster, crushing your hopes of what this path could bring.<<elseif hasVisited("3.1b")>>how apprehensive you felt starting this journey, and how your fears have come to fruition and spiraled out of control.<<elseif hasVisited("3.1c")>>how thrilled you were to take this path with Oswin as your guide, to connect with him in a way you'd been missing out on. Only to have it ruined by the perils this trip has thrown you in.<<elseif hasVisited("3.1d")>>how panicked you felt starting this journey, and how your fears have only come to fruition and spiraled out of control.<<else>>how unbothered you felt at the start of your journey, but then everything has gone to shit and pulled the rug out from under you, sending you into a spiral of fear you never expected.<</if>> Rune listens patiently as you confess <<if $goal is 'love'>>your fear that you will never find love and how your wish for your birthday was to find a rare and beautiful connection with another soul<<elseif $goal is 'friendship'>>your fear of never finding the connections and friendships that your soul craves. That you will spend the final year of your life without having impacted those around you<<elseif $goal is 'craft'>>your dismay at never having another chance to pursue your passion, your craft. That your love <<if $interest is 'choppin'>>for lumber-work and your walk in Papa's footsteps will die with you.<<elseif $interest is 'woodin'>>for wood-working and your walk in Papa's footsteps will die with you.<<elseif $interest is 'swordin'>>for swordsmanship will perish with you.<<elseif $interest is 'archin'>>for bowmanship will perish with you.<<elseif $interest is 'healin'>>for helping and nurturing others will die with you.<<elseif $interest is 'tradin'>>for trade and business will perish with you.<<elseif $interest is 'cookin'>>for food and meals that bring others together will die with you.<</if>><<elseif $goal is 'answers'>>your fear that you will die before you ever get answers or before anyone ever takes responsibility for cursing you<<elseif $goal is 'independence'>>your fear that you will never taste true independence. That you will meet the end of your days just as helpless as the day you were born.<</if>> And on top of all this, others were hurt – any one of them could have died. <<if $selfblame5 is true>>And it is all ''your'' fault.<</if>> You spill your heart and weep yourself nearly sick in the presence of a stranger. Rune hums you a song when you are finished speaking to bring you any comfort $Rheshe can. $Rcapitalheshe does not hurry your tears, whispering apologies and encouragements. Your shoulder aches, but you haven't within yourself to care about the pain anymore. All you've had is pain, and you are so tired of it winning. When you pull your hands away from your face, you feel that you must look like a mess. $Rcapitalheshe hands you a kerchief for you to dry your eyes and face. Once you feel more presentable, you sheepishly look back to Rune who gives you a gentle smile. Your voice is strained and nasally when you speak. "Th-thank you. I'm sorry I lost it…" "Don't apologize for that," Rune says. "You have been through a great deal of hardship and the path ahead is uncertain. It is okay to fall apart and express yourself." Another tear slips from your eye, and Rune mimics a calming breath for you to help guide yourself into settling. Your lip quivers slightly. "You're very kind," you mumble. Rune smiles, and it's then that you see a shine to $Rhisher own eyes. "If you need a safe place to fall apart, I will be here for you." You nod and swallow the lump in your throat. "Now, speaking of shoulders – we really should attend to yours more thoroughly and get your other wounds a jump on healing. <<if $shoulderdislocate is true>>I will be able to mend any torn muscle or tendons and encourage the joint to repair any other damage.<<else>>I will help get the wound and internal damage to knit back together as well as keep any infection down.<</if>>" "So, how does this work?" you ask. "After treating your friend, I am a little tired, but I can still help you, so do not fear. The way I can heal you is by giving your body a push to heal itself much faster. This is best done over multiple days – I do not know how long it will take, that depends on the extent of the damage. I will need to pour magic into the wounded area at least once per day, but likely I will want to start by treating you three times. I do not have to touch you for this to work either if you are averse to it. You //will// be more tired than normal and more hungry. You have the use of my quarters, which is this room and the room across the hall, for as long as you need. I would like you to stay in bed for at least two full days, after that I encourage you to move around and get the blood flowing. There's a market just down the road you could walk around in." You glance around at the most opulent inn lodgings that you've ever seen. "I don't have much gold…" Rune's eyes go a bit wide. "Everything I do, I do purely because I want to. I have no need of money. Anyway, I imagine you'd much like to clean up, so allow me a few minutes to begin your treatment. Once we are done, I will retire for a while and you will have use of the washroom. Your belongings are there and you are welcome to use or wear anything you find in there. I often receive gifts of clothing and have no desire for them." [[Rune wastes no time getting to work.|A5.9]]

You grab the thick paper and note the purple wax seal. You chuckle as you break it. At least you know Rune's favorite color very well by now. In beautiful neat script, the note reads: <div class="centered-image"> <<include "rune note">> </div> <span id="r1" class="look"><<link "Click to show text.">><<reveal "r1" " " "rune letter text">><</link>></span> You look over the rather large and thick piece of paper for such a short note wondering why Rune even sealed it. $Rcapitalheshe is not one for half-measures, clearly. And to be addressed as "Master" is a little odd – perhaps a habit among nobles. You decide that it is better to not keep them waiting, and you are eager to leave this room for the first time in days. You dig around in your pack for your clothing. You can finally wear what you enjoy most without the worry of how it will hold up to travel…or the odd landslide. <<if $clothing is "comfortable">>Something comfortable<<elseif $clothing is "regular">>Something simple<<elseif $clothing is "business">>Something professional<<elseif $clothing is "color">>Something with vibrant colors<<elseif $clothing is "revealing">>Something that shows you off while still concealing the mark so Oswin doesn't hound you,<</if>> and is blessedly clean. Rune saw to it that all of your clothes were cleaned and mended<<if $ch5Broute is true>>, and $Rheshe even provided you with a new cloak<</if>>. After so many days on the road, you finally look and feel clean, smell nice, and appear put-together. Aside from the new bruises, scars, scratches and the magically-growing mark on your torso – everything is…normal. [[It's time to see your company.|5.16]]

You knock before opening the door – not worried about decorum since you were invited. Inside is a room that is identical to the one you just left. You sigh and feel your eye twitch. You need to get out of this inn for a while or at least visit the lobby and tavern. At least the view from the window should be different. If not, you may just scream. Inside sits your companions old and new. They all look up and give you warm smiles, sort of. Duri is sitting upon a chair with a cloth stuffed in $Dhisher mouth as Rune brushes tangles from $Dhisher hair. Oswin is standing at a mirror over a small bowl of water, shaving off the short beard he has grown since setting out – he nicks himself as he sees you. And Zahn is sitting on the window ledge stuffing little bits of fruit into $Zhisher mouth like a squirrel while Rune looks at you. <<if $ch5Broute is true>>You stare a little longer at <<if $friendhurt is 'Oswin'>>Oswin. He seems to be getting around just fine, much to your relief.<<elseif $friendhurt is 'Zahn'>>Zahn. $Zcapitalheshe seems to be doing just fine, much to your relief.<<elseif $friendhurt is 'Duri'>>Duri. $Dcapitalheshe seems to be doing just fine, aside from being gagged, much to your relief.<</if>><<if $selfblame5 is true>> You swallow the guilt you feel as the image of the bandit bringing his knife down over and over dances at the edge of your memory.<</if>><<else>>You remember the stir your relapse caused and how frantic everyone was to find help for you. Considering you were only down one whole day from the ordeal, it feels like a mercy compared to all the other times the curse has stricken you down.<</if>> You shake away your thoughts and take a breath to greet the others but are interrupted by the sound of light thumping from another part of the room. Duri spits out $Dhisher gag. "That's for you," $Dheshe says as $Dheshe gestures over towards a large armoire recessed into a wall. You cross the room, the thumps getting louder, and you notice the door is ajar. Grabbing the handle you slowly open it, and your gaze is drawn by doleful brown eyes set against beige fur. The thump gets louder. You chuckle. "There's a she-wolf in the closet." She scrambles up and out of her nest of assorted clothing, eager to sit at your feet. You kneel and pat her head. <<if $ch5Broute is true>>"Thank you for coming to my rescue, sweet girl."<<else>>"Thank you for bringing me the flower, sweet girl. I didn't expect you to follow us all the way here."<</if>> The wolf groans in delight as you hit a good spot behind her ear. You note how clean she looks and how pleasant she smells – a bit like lavender. "I made both her and Duri'naan have a bath," Rune says, yanking a tangle out of Duri's hair as $Dheshe grits $Dhisher teeth. Oswin peers at you, done with his shaving. "I don't think she's leaving anytime soon. Before we eat and talk, I think she needs a name, don't you?" He smiles, making the crows feet on his eyes appear. You nod, looking at the wolf who seems quite taken with you for some reason. "I'll call her, <<textbox "$wolf" "she-wolf name">>." [[The happy wolf gives you a nuzzle.|5.17]]

<<if $wolf is "Shakira">>"An honest name," Oswin declares with hands on his hips. <</if>> With $wolf's short naming ceremony out of the way, you all gather around a table laden with food. Everyone greets you in earnest. Duri winks at you, Zahn claps – showing you a big smile for good measure, Rune bows $Rhisher head, and Oswin holds your gaze looking a bit fraught. <<if $friendhurt is 'Oswin'>>You look back at Oswin. "I hope you are feeling okay, I've been worried for you. Rune's told me about your progress at least. It's strange to see you up and about already." He waves a hand at you. "I'm fine. I've had worse, it was nothing." Duri snorts. "You were stabbed – that's not nothing. I don't care if you are the big, scary merc. That shit hurts." Oswin rolls his eyes. "Ignore the dog. I am fine. Just a bit sore still." Zahn chirps, mouth full of bread, "Show us your cool new scar!" Oswin sighs. "You are the last people I put myself on display for," he grumbles. The other two laugh, responding in unison. "Who's the first?" Rune smacks Duri with the hairbrush and glares at Zahn. <<elseif $friendhurt is 'Zahn'>>You look back at Zahn. "I hope you are feeling okay, I've been worried for you. Rune's told me about your progress at least. It's strange to see you up and about already." "I'm good!" Zahn replies. "Will take more than a tiny dagger to bring me down!" Oswin chuckles. "You were surprisingly tenacious. That thug would have been more effective had he offered you a snack instead." Zahn laughs hard before hissing in pain and clutching $Zhisher side. "I think I would have preferred that too, but I'd never give $mc up." You can't help but smile. <<elseif $friendhurt is 'Duri'>>You look to Duri. "I hope you are feeling okay, I've been worried for you. Rune's told me about your progress at least. It's strange to see you up and about already." Duri gives you a wide smile, little fangs on display. "I am totally fine. Barely felt it – it just looked messy." Rune lightly smacks $Dhimher with the hairbrush. Duri shrugs. "Okay, it hurt a //bit//, but I'm fine, nothing to worry yourself over. Not that I don't love you fawning over me." Rune smacks $Dhimher again. You probably look a little unconvinced, prompting Duri to stand suddenly. "Here," $Dheshe says. "I'll show you that I'm fine." Duri begins to gather the layers of $Dhisher robes. Rune smacks the demigod again, much harder this time. "Quit that, we all know you do not wear underclothing. Breakfast is set, I will not have you flashing your //bits// at my guests, especially with food on the table." Duri flops back down on the chair, clearly pouting. Honey-brown eyes look at you. "I'll show you later." <<else>>"I should probably thank you all for coming to my aid. This…uh, relapse has been one of the easiest to overcome because of all of you." Oswin doesn't say anything, but holds your gaze for a moment. Duri doesn't seem to be paying any attention, simply gnawing on a sausage as $Dheshe looks out the window. Zahn, of course, smiles at you. "No worries, $mc, as long as we're here – we'll help." Rune nods in agreement. "Precisely, I am happy to lend you my services. I am a firm believer in that if you //can// do something you should do something." You can't help but be reminded of your fathers. <</if>> "Anyway," Oswin declares. "$mc should have something to eat and we should…discuss a few things." He gives you a significant look. Zahn wastes no time in setting a plate down for you, dumping all manner of food on it. Three small loaves of bread, an apple, figs, four plums, two types of jam, a cluster of grapes, honey, and cheese are set on your dish before you have time to think. And finally, Zahn plops a bowl of sausages next to it in case you want any – or perhaps thinking you should eat the whole bowl. <<if $height is 'short'>>The mound of food nearly blocks your view of the rest of the table.<</if>> [[Everyone digs in.|5.18]]

Once everyone has filled their plates and cups, Oswin begins the conversation by addressing you. "I've spoken with Lyreheart about…the reason for our journey." He nods, signaling to you that he's discussed the //true// reason for your quest. You imagine that after your chat with Rune, $Rheshe likely wanted to speak on it more. "I think…Rune has reassured me that Duri is trustworthy and as I've come to know Zahn, I find $Zhimher to be an honest sort. So, I think we should…if you're in agreement, we should tell all." <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>You hum in agreement. "I agree, it seems a little pointless over the last few days to keep it all a secret now. I don't think they'd have stuck with us through this without being decent people."<<else>>You nod. "Perhaps Rune can play a tune for us while we tell my story of woe. Oh, maybe we can find actors as well – we'll make a whole thing of it." You grin.<</if>> Oswin smiles, his shoulders seem to relax as he leans back in his chair. While you all eat, you and Oswin explain your situation. You touch on the history that led to your 24th birthday, the mark, Ansar the mage, and the journey to find a way to break the curse placed upon you or your family line by a god. Your companions all vary in their reactions. Rune and Oswin, knowing the truth already, remain fairly stoic. Zahn seems dismayed right away, almost in disbelief. Duri appears agitated and won't look at you. Once your story is concluded, you pick along what is left of your plate of food. You know that you alone will have to tell of the most recent development. "There's one more thing." You swallow hard. Oswin looks at you, his brow wrinkled with worry. Any sense of relief he had in coming clean to the group seems lost now. You clear your throat and sit up. "I noticed when I bathed that the mark is spreading." "Spreading?" Rune asks. "How so?" "It's bigger…there's just more to it now." Rune thinks for a moment. "I've determined that you are absorbing magic, so the mark must be reacting to it. Perhaps its size and composition correlates with how much power it has taken in." Duri stares at Rune for a moment before looking at you finally. "Can we see it?" Oswin grumbles, making a sound like a growl, getting the attention of $wolf who plods up to the table as if summoned. Duri waves a hand to placate him. "For once, I'm not trying to ogle $mc. I met a lot of gods when they were still around. If any of them had the audacity to apply a curse, they also had the audacity to take the credit. If there's one thing that idiots like that love, it's attention. I may recognize the symbol in a way your creepy mage friend didn't. They put them fucking //everywhere// back then." You are about to answer, when Oswin interrupts. "Then we could just as easily draw you a picture, correct? $mc shouldn't have to make a display for you." Duri nods. For once $Dheshe looks entirely serious. No winking, no smirking, and not even a suggestive look. [[You draw the mark instead.|5.18a]] [[You show the mark to everyone.|5.18b]] [[You'll show the mark only to Duri, and draw it for the others.|5.18c]]

Rune procures you paper, charcoal, and ink. You take your time sketching out the curse mark, the image is burned into your mind as much as your flesh and you cannot even forget a single detail. <<if $hobby is 'drawing'>>The rendition is perfect, and though you are drawing something that has caused you a great deal of grief, there's a sort of relief in it. It simply feels good to put this to paper, and you even let yourself get lost in it just for a bit.<<else>>You're not necessarily an artist, but the image comes to life and takes shape just the same. It's strange putting it to paper, and in an odd way makes it feel more real.<</if>> When you are finished, you stand and place the paper over the location where the mark spreads. Zahn and Duri both study it with surprising amounts of attention. Duri gets closer, nose wrinkled in what may either be frustration or disgust. Both shake their heads and Rune soon follows suit. "Sorry, $mc," Duri starts. "I've never seen this emblem before. $Dcapitalheshe sighs heavily. Zahn also shakes $Zhisher head. "I don't know either, but I'd probably know even less than most." "I also do not recognize it," Rune adds. "But, while you're here resting anyway, I can check the royal library of Codrin. They have some ancient texts that could be useful and some scrolls about old magic." Oswin furrows his brow. "Isn't the library under direct oversight by the //monarch//?" "Yes," Rune replies, adding nothing else. You share a look with Oswin, and the same question seems to play in both your eyes. Rune does not stop to clarify anything, but instead moves the conversation along. "Duri'naan, I know this may be a subject of sensitivity, but what of your uncle?" Duri shrugs. "I already told you that I don't know what happened to him." You immediately recall what you know of the history of gods, and you wonder if Duri's uncle could have died. "So…" you start gently. "Who is this uncle of yours? He's a god I understand, right?" Duri nods and smiles. "Yeah, he took care of me after…" $Dcapitalheshe goes silent, the smile fades away as $Dheshe stares out the window. "He was…//is// kind and fun, but he wasn't really ever okay. I guess...he might be gone. I don't know." Oswin takes a breath to ask more, but Duri interrupts by standing and making for the door. The demigod slips out without a word. Rune shakes $Rhisher head. "Shame, I thought we were close to getting $Dhimher to talk. Duri'naan mentions this uncle once in a while but never tells anything about him really. $Dcapitalheshe acts like $Dheshe wants to talk about this relative, but everytime reacts the same. It seems to me like $Dheshe may believe that he is dead, and may not want to open up the conversation about it. All I have learned is that both Duri'naan and this relative of $Dhishers both hated Valko and were very close." "Um," Zahn starts. "Maybe I can help then?" Oswin nods for $Zhimher to go ahead. "I don't have any big connections like the others do, but maybe my church knows something. We've passed down a lot of knowledge about Din since the god wars. The Acceptor is always talking about texts and things like that." Rune nods enthusiastically. "I would not suggest that is just any small connection. Din was a pivotal piece when gods reigned. He connected them all to the people and because of him, faith became organized, which means he would have had some connection with the one that presumably marked $mc's ancestor. I have heard that many facets of life and history were only recorded because of him and his followers." Zahn smiles. "I will find a way to send a message and see if the local sect has anything. Most of my people are still in Lale, but many cities have at least one of our churches." $Zcapitalhisher big blue eyes meet yours, full of hope. [[Even if your journey has taken you in unexpected directions, it appears that you still have hope.|5.19]]

It will not bother you to directly show the mark and may be the fastest way to move the conversation along. You stand and begin adjusting your clothing. <<if $Ostat2 is 'romantic'>>Oswin rises from his chair and moves to stand in front of you. "You don't have to show everyone. We're in no rush." He's blushing, the bit of red just visible on the tips of his ears.<<else>>Oswin fidgets in his seat. "$mc…um, you don't have to…there's other ways.<</if>> "It's okay, Oswin," you respond. "I can cover what I don't feel comfortable showing. <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>It'll be over quickly, and I trust that no one here is using this as an opportunity to gawk." You give him a nod.<<else>>Just pretend I'm showing off my beautiful new tattoo, hm? Perhaps we can get matching ones later." You smirk.<</if>> Oswin settles down and gives you the floor once again. You reveal the mark while holding your clothing back as the others look. Oswin suddenly finds the window more interesting, but you know that he has already seen it anyway. Zahn and Duri both study the mark with surprising amounts of attention. Duri gets closer, nose wrinkled in what may either be frustration or disgust. You're almost proud when neither of them tries to flirt. Their seriousness is both endearing and sort of cute. Both shake their heads and Rune soon follows suit, so you readjust your clothes. "Sorry, $mc," Duri starts. "I've never seen this emblem before. $Dcapitalheshe sighs heavily. Zahn also shakes $Zhisher head. "I don't know either, but I'd probably know even less than most." "I also do not recognize it," Rune adds. "But, while you're here resting anyway, I can check the royal library of Codrin. They have some ancient texts that could be useful and some scrolls about old magic." Oswin furrows his brow. "Isn't the library under direct oversight by the //monarch//?" "Yes," Rune replies, adding nothing else. You share a look with Oswin, and the same question seems to play in both your eyes. Rune does not stop to clarify anything, but instead moves the conversation along. "Duri'naan, I know this may be a subject of sensitivity, but what of your uncle?" Duri shrugs. "I already told you that I don't know what happened to him." You immediately recall what you know of the history of gods, and you wonder if Duri's uncle could have died. "So…" you start gently. "Who is this uncle of yours? He's a god I understand, right?" Duri nods and smiles. "Yeah, he took care of me after…" $Dcapitalheshe goes silent, the smile fades away as $Dheshe stares out the window. "He was…//is// kind and fun, but he wasn't really ever okay. I guess...he might be gone. I don't know." Oswin takes a breath to ask more, but Duri interrupts by standing and making for the door. The demigod slips out without a word. Rune shakes $Rhisher head. "Shame, I thought we were close to getting $Dhimher to talk. Duri'naan mentions this uncle once in a while but never tells anything about him really. $Dcapitalheshe acts like $Dheshe wants to talk about this relative, but everytime reacts the same. It seems to me like $Dheshe may believe that he is dead, and may not want to open up the conversation about it. All I have learned is that both Duri'naan and this relative of $Dhishers both hated Valko and were very close." "Um," Zahn starts. "Maybe I can help then?" Oswin nods for $Zhimher to go ahead. "I don't have any big connections like the others do, but maybe my church knows something. We've passed down a lot of knowledge about Din since the god wars. The Acceptor is always talking about texts and things like that." Rune nods enthusiastically. "I would not suggest that is just any small connection. Din was a pivotal piece when gods reigned. He connected them all to the people and because of him, faith became organized, which means he would have had some connection with the one that presumably marked $mc's ancestor. I have heard that many facets of life and history were only recorded because of him and his followers." Zahn smiles. "I will find a way to send a message and see if the local sect has anything. Most of my people are still in Lale, but many cities have at least one of our churches." $Zcapitalhisher big blue eyes meet yours, full of hope. [[Even if your journey has taken you in unexpected directions, it appears that you still have hope.|5.19]]

Oswin chokes on his tea. Zahn pats his back while you motion for Duri to follow you into the washroom. Once the door is shut you hear Oswin say something in a harsh tone and then cough again. Duri grins at you. "Why am I so special, hm?" <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"Don't feel so superior just yet. You're the closest to a god we have, and you seem to have some strange feelings about what's going on with me.<<else>>"Don't get a big head, I'm looking for ways to tease you and also irritate Oswin and this fits both goals.<</if>> And maybe if you see it directly, it will trigger something, I don't know." Duri's grin turns into more of a kind smile. "Sorry, I was just trying to mess with you. I'll take it seriously, I promise." "Are you capable of such a feat?" you smart back. "Only one way to find out." Duri pops $Dhisher hands on $Dhisher knees and looks at your midriff expectantly. You move your clothing around to reveal the mark. Duri looks it over, brows furrowed while $Dheshe lightly bites $Dhisher bottom lip in thought. $Dcapitalheshe shakes $Dhisher head. "I...I don't think I recognize it…I'm sorry, truly." You sigh. You suppose it isn't a total waste, Duri has proved that $Dheshe isn't always an insufferable flirt… $flirt_label $flirt_label [[But you are…|5.18c1][$BoldflirtShyflirt to Math.clamp($BoldflirtShyflirt + 5, 0, 100)]] $flirt_label [[You take a moment to sincerly thank Duri.|5.18c3]] $flirt_label $flirt_label [[You feel equally embarrassed and thrilled to be in this position.|5.18c2][$BoldflirtShyflirt to Math.clamp($BoldflirtShyflirt - 5, 0, 100)]] [[You readjust your clothes and leave the room.|5.18d]]

Rune regains everyone's attention once more. "Now that business is concluded, I welcome you all officially to the Lark and Heron Inn. You are free to mill about as my guests, share these two rooms, enjoy the baths, and eat your fill from the kitchen. I only ask that you are all on your best behavior. The owners are personal friends of mine." Oswin nods. "Absolutely, we are very thankful for the hospitality." You glance at Zahn and are certain that $Zheshe is already thinking about the kitchen. "One more thing I will add before we part," Rune says. "Codrin is a safe city, but there is currently a bit of unrest you should be aware of." You almost groan. This sounds like one more thing to worry about suddenly. "What sort of unrest?" you ask. "It will only be a few days, likely, but soldiers representing King Amalric are scouring the city." Oswin scoffs. "Why have they come all this way?" You tilt your head. "Who?" "King Amalric rules over the capital region – Tallulah," Rune explains. "What I have gathered is that his troops are searching for something, and I have a feeling that it was a stolen something. But they refuse to explain what the item is. It is difficult to tell if they seek the object or the person who stole it." You see Oswin roll his eyes. "Figures, another one of his tantrums. And Monarch Shem is just allowing these men to run amok in their city?" Rune nods. "They granted the permission. Whatever was lost or stolen must be important. But, if you stay close to the inn and don't stir up any trouble, they won't be a problem. They're not allowed to question or search anyone within the confines of homes or businesses, but you'll likely see them milling about the tavern downstairs. Just ignore them." Zahn seems to shrink. "They can be really mean," $Zheshe whispers to you. Oswin nods and sighs. "$mc, <<if $RecklessCautious > 49>>please exercise caution if you do run into them. Don't do anything foolish.<<else>>you should be fine if you run into them, don't get anxious.<</if>> If they speak with you, just behave and go along – answer, and then get out of their way." <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>You nod your agreement. After all you've been through, you don't want any more trouble. "I can do that, no problem. Now, is that all we needed to talk about?"<<else>>"Well, there goes all my fun," you say. "I suppose I can behave if you really want me to. Can I go now?"<</if>> "One more thing," Rune says. "I'm going to put you on a regiment of tonics to aid your recovery. I will have them set on your bedside table by the afternoon each day. They will help relax you to sleep easily by nightfall and bolster your strength and healing." <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"Okay, that won't be a problem."<<else>>"Do they taste bad?"<</if>> <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>Rune nods. "An excellent attitude to have. These will help you get back to normal before you travel again.<<else>>Rune glares at you. "Not usually, but for you I will make an exception. These will help get you back on your feet.<</if>>" "We will rest here for a while longer," Oswin begins. "And once we've recovered sufficiently, we will head back to Stonebrook using the main roads. Until then, you only need to focus on rest. Enjoy yourself, $mc, and try to have a good time while you're stuck here." He smiles, looking surprisingly relieved. You murmur and agreement as you think of what you could get up to while here. Unfortunately, you can't go far, but given the situation, you don't want to anyway. At least your companions will probably be happy to spend some time with you. [[All that's left is to relax and entertain yourself.|5.O1]]

<<set $Dflirt +=3>> <<set $Dbold +=3>> You put on a fake pout. "I'm almost upset that you're not even //trying// to woo me…. And here I just exposed myself to you." Duri freezes, $Dhisher mouth hangs open slightly for a moment before $Dheshe suddenly straightens $Dhisher posture. $Dcapitalhisher eyes shift towards the door. "I'm trying to be a //little// good here, $mc." You sigh, exaggerating your reaction. "Maybe I could ask someone else to take a look then…" "No, no – no. You don't need to do that." Duri refocuses on you with a smirk. "Maybe…maybe it would help my memory to touch the mark instead." You bite your lip. "It's best to be sure, I think." Duri crowds you, pushing your back against a wall. "This is what I like about you." "Yeah? What specifically?" "Making the best of your situation. Here we are discussing such a…" $Dcapitalheshe uses a finger to lightly graze your torso over the mark. "//Damning// topic, but you managed to turn it around, get me alone, and seduce me with those lovely $eyecolor eyes of yours." "Well, are you seduced yet?" you ask, trying to hide a smile. Duri groans, dragging $Dhisher whole hand down your abdomen slowly. <<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>"Here I believed you to be such a shy thing. I quite like how versatile you are. Is it just for me that you're like this? Perhaps I am already seduced after all."<<else>>"Perhaps I've met my match…I almost can't handle myself around you when you act this way. Maybe I really am seduced."<</if>> You enjoy the feeling of Duri's hand on you, it tickles slightly but sends pleasant shivers up your sides. Despite the lingering aches and pains, it feels tantalizing to be touched this way. There's a bang against the door followed by the sound of Rune's chiding tone before you hear a knock. Oswin speaks from the other side. "Is everything okay in there?" Duri's smile grows as $Dheshe begins fixing your clothing while languidly feeling about your torso a bit more. "Everything's fine!" $Dheshe calls back and then pauses a moment before winking at you. "Just putting ''our'' clothes back on!" "What!?" Oswin yells. You shake your head as you make for the door, throwing it open to find an audience waiting with various levels of enthusiasm. Zahn is smiling wide and leaning forward, Oswin looks absolutely beside himself, and Rune appears annoyed. As Duri comes through the door, laughing, Rune wacks $Dhimher upside the head with a firm hand. [[You suppose you should get to drawing.|5.18d]]

<<set $Dflirt +=3>> <<set $Dshy +=3>> You're so distracted by your nerves that you forget to cover yourself. There's a war inside of you. Part of you gets a thrill out of being exposed like this in front of Duri. $Dcapitalheshe has made $Dhisher interest clear to you, but do you dare return it? "Little lamb, you are looking a bit more flustered than usual…" Duri interrupts your spiraling thoughts. "What?" Duri stalks closer until your back is against a wall. "If I didn't know any better I would say that you're doing it on purpose." "Doing what?" You stare into Duri's honeyed eyes which are looking much less innocent as the seconds tick by. You feel Duri drag a nail down your stomach over the mark. "Exposing such a…//vulnerable// part of yourself to a predator." You swallow. "And I was trying so hard to be good this time. <<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>Your bashfulness is so cute, makes me want to eat you up.<<else>>It's cute what a mess you have suddenly become. What happened to your bite? Hm? Do you lose it just for me?<</if>>" You nearly gasp as you feel Duri's hand gently tracing along your torso over the mark. Duri groans as $Dheshe feels you out. It tickles slightly but sends pleasant shivers up your sides. Despite the lingering aches and pains, it feels tantalizing to be touched this way. There's a bang against the door followed by the sound of Rune's chiding tone before you hear a knock. Oswin speaks from the other side. "Is everything okay in there?" Duri's smile grows as $Dheshe begins fixing your clothing while languidly feeling about your torso a bit more. "Everything's fine!" $Dheshe calls back and then pauses a moment before winking at you. "Just putting ''our'' clothes back on!" "What!?" Oswin yells. You shake your head as you make for the door, throwing it open to find an audience waiting with various levels of enthusiasm. Zahn is smiling wide and leaning forward, Oswin looks absolutely beside himself, and Rune appears annoyed. As Duri comes through the door, laughing, Rune wacks $Dhimher upside the head with a firm hand. [[You suppose you should get to drawing.|5.18d]]

Rune procures you paper, charcoal, and ink as Duri informs the others that $Dheshe didn't recognize the mark. You take your time sketching out the curse mark, the image is burned into your mind as much as your flesh and you cannot even forget a single detail. <<if $hobby is 'drawing'>>The rendition is perfect, and though you are drawing something that has caused you a great deal of grief, there's a sort of relief in it. It simply feels good to put this to paper, and you even let yourself get lost in it just for a bit.<<else>>You're not necessarily an artist, but the image comes to life and takes shape just the same. It's strange putting it to paper, and oddly makes it feel more real.<</if>> When you are finished, you stand and place the paper over the location where the mark spreads. Zahn and Rune study the mark carefully but soon shake their heads. Zahn sighs heavily. "It's not familiar at all, but I'd probably know even less than the others." "I also do not recognize it," Rune adds. "But, while you're here resting anyway, I can check the royal library of Codrin. They have some ancient texts that could be useful and some scrolls about old magic." Oswin furrows his brow. "Isn't the library under direct oversight by the //monarch//?" "Yes," Rune replies, adding nothing else. You share a look with Oswin, and the same question seems to play in both your eyes. Rune does not stop to clarify anything, but instead moves the conversation along. "Duri'naan, I know this may be a subject of sensitivity, but what of your uncle?" Duri shrugs. "I already told you that I don't know what happened to him." You immediately recall what you know of the history of gods, and you wonder if Duri's uncle could have died. "So…" you start gently. "Who is this uncle of yours? He's a god I understand, right?" Duri nods and smiles. "Yeah, he took care of me after…" $Dcapitalheshe goes silent, the smile fades away as $Dheshe stares out the window. "He was…//is// kind and fun, but he wasn't really ever okay. I guess...he might be gone. I don't know." Oswin takes a breath to ask more, but Duri interrupts by standing and making for the door. The demigod slips out without a word. Rune shakes $Rhisher head. "Shame, I thought we were close to getting $Dhimher to talk. Duri'naan mentions this uncle once in a while but never tells anything about him really. $Dcapitalheshe acts like $Dheshe wants to talk about this relative, but everytime reacts the same. It seems to me like $Dheshe may believe that he is dead, and may not want to open up the conversation about it. All I have learned is that both Duri'naan and this relative of $Dhishers both hated Valko and were very close." "Um," Zahn starts. "Maybe I can help then?" Oswin nods for $Zhimher to go ahead. "I don't have any big connections like the others do, but maybe my church knows something. We've passed down a lot of knowledge about Din since the god wars. The Acceptor is always talking about texts and things like that." Rune nods enthusiastically. "I would not suggest that is just any small connection. Din was a pivotal piece when gods reigned. He connected them all to the people and because of him, faith became organized, which means he would have had some connection with the one that presumably marked $mc's ancestor. I have heard that many facets of life and history were only recorded because of him and his followers." Zahn smiles. "I will find a way to send a message and see if the local sect has anything. Most of my people are still in Lale, but many cities have at least one of our churches." $Zcapitalhisher big blue eyes meet yours, full of hope. [[Even if your journey has taken you in unexpected directions, it appears that you still have hope.|5.19]]

By early afternoon, you find yourself sitting at the inn's tavern, enjoying the low bustle of people around you. It's not quite as busy yet as it seems to get in the evenings. There are still people around to watch, but not so many that it's uncomfortable. You're feeling back to your normal self today, even if you have a few more scars than before. <<if $virgin is true>>Though you've never had sex before, the mood has struck. Perhaps it's because of your harrowing experiences while on this journey. Your life could be cut short at any time, and you'd like to have some fun.<<else>>You've had sex before, the experience isn't foreign to you. Now that you're feeling well, other urges are rising to the surface. Not fighting for your life has that effect you suppose.<</if>> You scan the crowd. The downside of the tavern being a bit empty is that there aren't many people looking for casual encounters at this time of day. You've heard that the Snake and Lily is a good place for frivolity, but it is on the other side of the city. You look around at the people milling about. A few people are hanging out alone. You also spot one of the innkeepers at the bar, Alondra. She did tell you that if you needed anything to come see her. You move to the end of the bar where she is organizing tankards for the rush that will inevitably hit tonight. She's humming a song, her short frame bouncing around as she tidies and organizes everything. You can tell that this place would not run smoothly without her. "Hey there, Alondra," you say, taking a seat. "Oh! $mc! I am so glad to see you prowling around again. Can I get you anything? We have lots of good mead on tap, wine of course, tea or I can grab you some soup and bread." You wave a hand. "Thank you, but I'm actually after something else." "What's that? If it can be found, I can serve it." She grins. "I'm<<if $ReservedOutgoing > 49>>, um." You lower your voice to a whisper. "I'm looking for some //company//, if you know what I mean."<<else>> looking for a lucky person to spend some //quality// time with."<</if>> Her eyes light up. "Oh my dear, I see. I can help with that as well – but I won't be serving!" She laughs. "I know the usuals, and I know just who you can trust." "Great! Anyone around now?" "Well, you're a little early, truth be told, but…you see that young man at the other end of the bar?" You peek over. There's a tall man, slouched over, nursing a cup of tea. He looks rather nervous, his eyes rarely leaving his cup. You look back at the innkeeper, the question plain on your face. "I'll give you a little hint just in case. You see someone sipping amparo tea, usually alone, and doing nothing else – they're looking for a partner." "Yeah?" She nods. "What better way to signal than drinking a contraceptive tea alone in a bar? It just became a thing at least around here. Unless you're in the brothel, it's a fair way to signal to folks without being too forward." "Better than wearing a sign I suppose." "Well, they do that in other taverns!" She laughs. "That man is Jun, and I highly recommend him to you and you to him. He's a sweetie – a nervous one – and he's been in here every few days for the last season sipping that tea and waiting for someone to take home." "No one has yet?" "Not yet, he's a little particular I think, and I've seen several people back out once he tells them what he wants. I won't tell his secrets though, that's for you to discuss if you want to talk with him. And he's a bit shy, so you'll need to get him warmed up to you a bit. Want me to get you a tea so your intent is clear?" You nod, and within a few moments, you have a little cup of the amparo tea. You sit and opt to watch Jun for another moment. Aside from being withdrawn, practically huddled on his barstool, he's cute. He's thin and sort of lanky with nice angles to his jaw and even his nose. His auburn hair flops, looking artfully messy and hanging around his ears. He keeps his eyes turned down at his tea, and you can't help but want to see their color. Taking a look around the tavern you see mostly couples and small groups enjoying their afternoons. This may be your only time to take part if you want to enjoy some outside company, and this lone man may be your only option for a while, at least until you get home. [[Approach Jun.|5.J1a]] [[Jun isn't for you.|5.J1ba]] {end moment}

You take your tea with you as you make your way to the other end of the large bar. The slim man freezes noticeably when you take the seat next to him and set your tea down. He keeps his head down, his auburn hair forming a curtain that conceals his eyes from you. Slowly, he turns his head to sneak a look at you, snapping his head back once he realizes you're watching back. <<if $ReservedOutgoing > 49>>You briefly wonder if he is even more reserved than you.<<else>>His shyness is kinda cute and makes you want to drag him out of his shell a little.<</if>> "Hello," you say, starting things off easy. "Hello," he answers quietly, slipping a subtle peek at you again before snapping his head down. <<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>"It's okay if you're shy, I understand what that feels like. You can look at me if you want. I would appreciate seeing your face too."<<else>>You grin. "It's okay for you to take a look at me if you want. I'd really like to see your face too, you know."<</if>> Jun slowly turns his head. <<if $height is 'verytall'>>Though he's nearly as tall as you, with the way he's sitting, he appears so much smaller. As he looks up at you, his face appears so innocent.<<elseif $height is 'tall'>>Though you're certain he's taller than you, with the way he's sitting, he appears so much smaller. As he looks up at you, his face appears so innocent.<<elseif $height is 'average'>>Though you're certain he's taller than you, with the way he's sitting, he appears so much smaller. As he looks right at you, his face appears so innocent.<<else>>Though he's much taller than you even while hunched over, with the way he's sitting, he appears small. As he looks at you, his face appears so innocent.<</if>> You finally see his eyes. They are a light and an almost shiny grey, maybe closer to silver, and you see that his right eye is freckled with a few spots of brown. His lashes are long and dark, creating a frame around the silver orbs that makes them pop. Very faint freckles dot the prominent bridge of his sharp nose. He smiles at you meekly, his lips are defined but small. You spot little freckles along his lower lip. He takes a deep breath and turns his face back to his tea. "Not what you were hoping for?" you ask. "Oh!" His face snaps back to yours. "No, no, um not at all. No, wait…" You tilt your head. "That's not what I meant – I like…um…" His face goes back down and his hands fidget in his lap. "You're…a vision. I don't know why you'd be talking to //me//…" You feel your face warm slightly. "Well, I saw you drinking that tea…" You scoot your cup closer towards him. "I thought I'd join you since it seems…we have the same tastes." He looks at you again, his lips parting in what you think is surprise. He grabs his teacup and you notice how long his delicate fingers are. "You…really?" He looks at you with hopeful eyes. You nod. "I would like some company…" "I'd like that…um, well…I should tell you something though." "Okay, that's fine, say whatever you need to." You try to think of what this could be. How has this man been turned down before? He straightens and takes a deep breath before leaning closer to you to whisper. "So…it's okay if you don't want to, well, deal with me. Others haven't been comfortable about it…" You lean in to hear better and wait patiently. "So…I haven't done this before." "That's okay," you say. "Lots of people don't like finding casual company." "No…not that – well, that too, but…um." You look at his face, seeing his lips scrunched up. "I've never…//been// with another person before." "Oh… Well, I suppose you'd want to start somewhere, right?" He nods. "Most people who want to just meet for a…uh, short time, want to just have their fun and go their separate ways. But it's not so easy with me. I don't know what I'm doing, and I've been too…I guess scared in a way. I want to…I want to have…things with other people, I just don't know how it works tangibly. I know in my head, but I don't know //know//…you know…" Jun curls in on himself. His face is dark red. "I get it, I think. You need someone to practice with, right? So you feel comfortable the next time." He turns his eyes to you and nods animatedly. "Yes, that's it. I've never felt a call for a partner. I have friends and a large family, and I just like…I just appreciate being on my own. But I can't help…I have…" "Physical needs?" He nods again, smiling at you. "I've entertained myself for a long time, but I just need to try this and branch out. I need someone who will be a little patient with me but still get me through the experience." $flirt_label $flirt_label [[You are that person.|5.J2]] [[Something like this isn't quite for you.|5.J1b]]

You give Jun an apologetic look and he smiles back at you. He nods. "It's okay." You sigh. "I am sorry, I just don't think I'm right for you at this point." "I know it's a tall order for some. I've had a couple who were interested, but I didn't feel a connection – not a romantic one, just in general. There wasn't as much of a draw for me." "Did you feel a draw with me?" You can't help but be curious. Jun chuckles. "I did. I find you attractive, but you also have a…radiance. Some people just have a special air to them, I think, I don't know what it is. I trusted you right away." You smile, and something catches your eye from across the room. An attractive older $pronouns with greying hair and fine robes sits at a table, eyes on the two of you. No…eyes on Jun. As Jun looks down at his tea, you give the $pronouns a nod, <<if $pronouns is 'woman'>>she<<elseif $pronouns is 'man'>>he<<else>>they<</if>> smile back at you and stand. "Jun, I wish you the best. If it's any consolation – I don't think it will be much longer." He nods and gives you a warm look. "Thank you for chatting with me. I also wish you the best. Some evenings there are more people looking for a connection should you come back." You take your leave and head back to the stairs to get to your room. You take one last look at Jun as the new possible suitor approaches him, looking //very// interested. You hope it works out for them. Instead of a sexual excursion, you find a friend and pass the day quietly. [[Before you go to sleep for the night, you make plans to go to the market the next day.|5.A]]

You raise your tea and hold it towards Jun. He eyes it a moment before grabbing his cup and raising it close to yours. You clink the cups together and then take a drink and Jun mimics you. "I think I can help you, Jun." You smile at him. His brow lifts and for a moment you think he may cry tears of joy. "Really? Truly? You'd…are you sure? You…you're so- Wow, I feel so lucky." He laughs, his cheeks are tinted red and the end of his nose is even flushed. <<if $virgin is true>>"Now, I've actually never done this before either, but I am confident that we can get through it. There's nothing to be ashamed of, we'll figure it out." His eyes go wide. "Really? You've never? Well, that's sort of exciting I think."<<else>>"I have experience, so I'm happy to guide you. We'll have fun." He smiles. "I'll be in your care then. I'm thankful, I hope that isn't odd for something like this."<</if>> "So," you say while leaning closer. "Where should we go?" "Um, if you don't mind, I live just behind the inn. I always imagined it…in my own bed, I guess. It feels wrong for me to use the beds here…maybe that's weird." <<if $virgin is true>>"I don't think that's weird. Makes sense that being in a familiar place would maybe feel better. My room here is just as unfamiliar as yours probably would be, so I'm flexible."<<else>>"It's not for everyone. Some people like to be out of their own beds and some just don't. Wherever you're comfortable, I'm flexible."<</if>> Jun smiles as he stands from his seat, setting some money on the bar and waving at Alondra. "I'm so excited." Just to look at him, you'd never know he was excited, aside from the big smile he doesn't seem to emote much. You also wave at the innkeeper and she claps with elation, scaring the patron she's trying to serve in the process. Your tall companion gently takes your hand and guides you towards the back of the inn where there is a hidden exit. Once you leave, you're in a small courtyard that divides the block up from the front street and back streets. Jun leads you to a door on a building just on the other side of the little courtyard and begins to open it with a key. He was not joking that he was right behind the inn. "I live and work here if you're wondering," he says as the door clicks open. "Oh, that makes sense. I was thinking that there were just businesses here. What do you do?" He leads you into a small back room that is lined with shelves of material. "I do textiles, I guess." He shrugs. "I make clothing, rugs, shoes, hats…" "Oh, I bet you're usually busy then. Why are you hanging around a tavern in the middle of the day?" "I took some time off actually. I have a tendency to just work and work. My parents and siblings were worried that I was overdoing it. So, I closed down the front of my shop and am only making articles by appointment. I live upstairs, follow me." He smiles as he leads you to another door and unlocks it, opening up to reveal a staircase. As you look around at the building it becomes clear that Jun must do good business. Everything around you appears high quality. He opens another door for you and lets you file into his home. His loft is similar to the shop below. Everything is decorated simply, but all the furnishings are quite solid and made from quality material. "So," he says with his hands folded politely in front of him. "What do you do for a living?" "I work in <<if $interest is 'choppin'>>logging<<elseif $interest is 'woodin'>>carpentry<<elseif $interest is 'swordin'>>my village guard. I specialize in swordsmanship<<elseif $interest is 'archin'>>my village guard. I specialize in bowmanship<<elseif $interest is 'healin'>>medicine<<elseif $interest is 'tradin'>>merchandising<<elseif $interest is 'cookin'>>culinary arts<</if>>." "Oh, that's wonderful. So is your trade what brought you to the Lark and Heron?" Jun leads you into a small sitting room with a few chairs and a tea table. You both sit as you continue to chat. You clear your throat. "Not exactly…I'm satisfying a bit of wanderlust. I'm from Stonebrook out by Lale." "Yes! I've heard of that little town. There's a merchant who buys from me sometimes that talks of it often." You sit back and stare at Jun. "Nathanael?" Suddenly it makes sense, some of the fine linens you spotted on the shelves were definitely the merchant's style. "Oh? You know him? I haven't seen him in ages, but he's mentioned your little village a time or two. There was another…a woman, Magra is her name." You shake your head. "I've not met her yet." "She's kind – loud, but kind. She often sells around the city." [[You both continue to chat for a while…|5.J3]] {leads to explicit content} [[You both continue to chat for a while before blazing ahead...|5.J3fade]] {skip explicit details}

After pleasantries to ease the both of you into a more intimate situation, Jun takes you to his bedroom. It's a cozy space with a large bed covered in rich burgundy linens with a few simple and soft furnishings around the room. Everything is tidy and well organized. Jun stands at the foot of the bed staring at it. He hugs his arms to himself as his face goes blank. "Are you okay?" you ask. He nods. "Yeah…little embarrassed, little nervous, but I'm also sort of excited. I've wanted to…feel what sex was like with another person for a long time. It's a bit surreal actually getting to this point." <<if $virgin is true>>"I think I know what you mean. Maybe we should try to get comfortable then."<<else>>"I understand, we'll have fun – the unforgettable kind. We should get comfortable."<</if>> Jun smiles. "Yeah, I agree." <<nobr>> <html> <body> <span> <h1 style="font-size:16px;"> <span style="color:gold"> <div style="text-align: center;">~~~*make a save here if you'd like to replay this moment later*~~~</div> </h1> </span> </body> </html> <</nobr>> <<if $bits is false>> On your torso are: <<listbox "$chest" autoselect>> <<option "pecs">> <<option "breasts">> <</listbox>> You have a: <<listbox "$vp" autoselect>> <<option "vagina">> <<option "penis">> <</listbox>> Is kissing (mouth/tongue) with Jun okay? <<listbox "$kiss" autoselect>> <<option "No">> <<option "Yes">> <</listbox>> [[Continue|5.J4]] <<else>> Is kissing (mouth/tongue) with Jun okay? <<listbox "$kiss" autoselect>> <<option "No">> <<option "Yes">> <</listbox>> You have $chest and a $vp. {If these have not been set before or need to be changed, select No below} Are these correct? [[Yes.|5.J4]] [[No.|5.J3a]] <</if>>

<<set $virgin to false>> You and Jun enjoy some intimate time together. It opens his eyes to a whole horizon of pleasures of the flesh and you have no doubt he leaves the time spent with you emboldened in his endeavors. He will quietly remain grateful to you for taking a chance on him, and making his first experience with sex pleasant and memorable. You part with an open-ended invitation to his bedroom. [[Before you go to sleep for the night, you make plans to go to the market the next day.|5.A]]

<<set $bits to true>> Jun leads you over to his bedside, shifting around with nervous excitement. <<if $vp is "vagina">>He motions to a bedside table with a drawer. "I don't know what you like, but I have, um…well, me and a friend have designed some //instruments//." "Instruments?" you repeat as you move towards the table. "Things to use to sate our own needs. A bit of a common find, but we took a finer approach." You open the drawer and find it lined with luscious red material, a beautiful glass phallus sitting upon it. It looks shockingly like the real thing. And to the right of it sets…a leather harness and phials of oil. Jun's face is bright red. "My friend is a glassmaker; they are quite the master as well. I fashioned the harness myself to fit it. I could never be sure who might grace my bed, so I wanted to be prepared. Other designs aren't as…comfortable as ours. We'd like to produce and sell a few soon." "The craftsmanship is certainly fine, I can tell by looking." "If you wish to use it, I am…at your…um…yes, I'd be fine. Either way, that is. I just do not believe I could handle – you know – both…both ways. And just so you are aware…it is designed to apply pressure to your- to //you//. And there's another small phallus that fits in the harness if you want…//internal// stimulation." Jun takes a few rapid breaths after he gives you the options and it's difficult to tell if he's embarrassed, aroused, or both. Do you take the strap-on? {MC will take control of penetration if yes} <<listbox "$strapon" autoselect>> <<option "no">> <<option "yes">> <</listbox>> ** ''If yes'', do you want the insertable portion? {text will not specify exactly where MC uses it so this can be left to imagination} <<listbox "$insert" autoselect>> <<option "no">> <<option "yes">> <</listbox>> [[Continue|5.J5v1]] <<else>>He motions to a bedside table with a drawer. "However you wish to…//proceed// is fine by me. I'm open to all forms of desire. There is oil in this drawer…for me or for you." You open the drawer finding it lined with rich red fabric. You see the oil in question and also a glass phallus with a leather harness, which draws your eye and curiosity. You look back at Jun. "A project a friend and I are undertaking. High quality…instruments to sate all desires." He smiles, his cheeks bright red. "It's something I'd like to try out with the right partner one day." You grab the oil and give him a smirk. Is the oil for Jun or for you? {selected will be receiving from the other} <<listbox "$lubeup" autoselect>> <<option "Jun">> <<option "you">> <</listbox>> [[Continue|5.J5p1]] <</if>>

On your torso are: <<listbox "$chest" autoselect>> <<option "breasts">> <<option "pecs">> <</listbox>> You have a: <<listbox "$vp" autoselect>> <<option "penis">> <<option "vagina">> <</listbox>> Is kissing (mouth/tongue) with Jun okay? <<listbox "$kiss" autoselect>> <<option "No">> <<option "Yes">> <</listbox>> [[Continue|5.J4]]

Once you've seen your options and decided what you want, you stand with Jun next to his neatly made bed. He continues to fidget as he looks at it. "I don't know how to start…" he mumbles. <<if $virgin is true>>You ponder that for a moment. "I think, in our case, we can just //start//. It might be more true to why we're here right now at least. Once sex becomes more natural for you, you'll know better how to lead up to it. Right?"<<else>>You nudge him gently with your shoulder. "We can just get to it if you like. We don't need any fanfare. You'll figure out as you get used to sex how you want to start things off."<</if>> Jun smiles. "You're right. Um, can we just take our clothes off then?" He bites his lip, hiding the little bit of excitement which is becoming more apparent in his expression. <<if $ReservedOutgoing > 49>>You agree, feeling a little shy, but also encouraged at his enthusiasm.<<else>>You agree, fueled by the excitement that he's radiating.<</if>> It's a little clinical at first disrobing with someone you just met. Had Jun had any experience it may be more fluid or natural, but he'll get there, and you're going to help him. At first, he's not sure where to look<<if $virgin is true>> and you aren't either<</if>>. But then your eyes linger on him as he unfastens the buttons on his shirt. His fingers are so long and graceful that you think anything he does with them would look like art. He must take great care of his skin as it is soft, his nails perfectly clean and manicured. For someone who works with his hands a great deal, he must be meticulous about it. His shirt slips off his shoulders and then to the floor. You undo your clothing in a haze as you watch him. His skin is smooth, and as well cared for as his hands. His body is thin, but not overly so. You catch the outline of his hips as he pushes his trousers down, but his eyes are on you. Jun drinks you in as you reveal your body to him. He even stops fidgeting. You can tell that his eyes focus on the mark a bit longer, and just for a beat of your heart, you flinch. He approaches you, meeting your eyes as you remove the last of your clothes. <<if $shoulderdislocate is true>>He stares at your left shoulder where the flesh is still bruised and the musculature is different from your other side.<<else>>He stares at the scar on your left shoulder. Though it has healed rapidly, the wound was severe enough that even magic couldn't prevent the nasty scar.<</if>> "It's okay," you reassure. "It doesn't hurt?" Jun's face scrunches. "No, not anymore. I'm fine." You smile. "I apologize for staring, I just don't want to hurt you…and I can't seem to look away." He smiles wide and gives you a nervous chuckle. "I quite like that tattoo as well, I've never seen such fine work before." You let that comment fly over you. For right now, you agree that it is just a tattoo. You move a little closer to Jun. He lifts his hands and gently glides them across either side of your neck before rolling them over your shoulders and down your arms. His breath studders. <<if $kiss is "Yes">>You watch Jun's lips only to realize he is also looking at yours. <<if $height is 'verytall'>>You tilt your head down and give him a demure smile.<<else>>You look up and give him a demure smile.<</if>> He crosses the small gap between you and gently presses his lips to yours. You gently peck along each other's mouths. Jun quivers slightly as he tests different ways to meld your lips together. You feel him smile after you tug and suck his bottom lip. His hands gently slide along your sides, caressing your skin and bringing you flush against him. You part from him and watch as he pants with excitement. His face is flushing and his eyes are eager. "Open your mouth," you request, though it comes out more as a demand. He's obedient, though his eyes look back at you with a little uncertainty. You lace your hands at the back of his neck and bring his mouth to yours, slipping your tongue between his lips. He moans and presses closer, his hands skirting down to your hips – they're so warm. His tongue meets yours and gently tangles with it. You taste tea and honey. You drag your hands down his back <<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>tentatively feeling him out. You pause at his lower back, your hands quivering before you slowly, and a little hesitantly, lower them to his ass.<<else>>eagerly feeling him out. Your hands dip to his lower back, and you dig your fingers in as you glide them down to grip his ass.<</if>> Jun groans, his hold on your hips tightens as his front presses against you. His cock is hard. He presses his mouth firmly against you, becoming more frantic in his excitement. <<else>> Jun is clearly eager to touch you. <<if $height is 'verytall'>>You tilt your head down and give him a demure smile.<<else>>You look up and give him a demure smile.<</if>> He crosses the small gap between you and gently brings you into a hug. The touch is tentative at first and very light. He rubs your back softly as you both begin to melt into each other. Jun's hands gently slide along your sides, caressing your skin and bringing you flush against him. You part from him and watch as he pants with excitement. His face is flushing and his eyes are eager. "Press against me harder," you request, though it comes out more as a demand. He's obedient, though his eyes look back at you with a little uncertainty. You lace your hands at the back of his neck and guide him tight against your body. He moans as your fronts meet, hands skirting down to your hips - they're so warm. Jun tucks his face in the crook of your neck and you feel his hot breath against your skin. You drag your hands down his back <<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>tentatively feeling him out. You pause at his lower back, your hands quivering before you slowly, and a little hesitantly, lower them to his ass.<<else>>eagerly feeling him out. Your hands dip to his lower back, and you dig your fingers in as you glide them down to grip his ass.<</if>> Jun groans, his hold on your hips tightens as his front presses against you. His cock is hard. He presses his mouth against the juncture of your shoulder with a gentle bite before gliding his tongue against the sensitive skin. <</if>> <<if $strapon is "no">>You're both heating up, and you sense that you are ready for the next step. [[You move to the bed.|5.J6v]] <<else>>You're both heating up, and you sense that you are ready for the next step. [[You guide Jun to the bed.|5.J6vstrap]] <</if>>

Once you have grabbed the oil, you stand with Jun next to his neatly made bed. He continues to fidget as he looks at it. "I don't know how to start…" he mumbles. <<if $virgin is true>>You ponder that for a moment. "I think, in our case, we can just //start//. It might be more true to why we're here right now at least. Once sex becomes more natural for you, you'll know better how to lead up to it. Right?"<<else>>You nudge him gently with your shoulder. "We can just get to it if you like. We don't need any fanfare. You'll figure out as you get used to sex how you want to start things off."<</if>> Jun smiles. "You're right. Um, can we just take our clothes off then?" He bites his lip, hiding the little bit of excitement which is becoming more apparent in his expression. <<if $ReservedOutgoing > 49>>You agree, feeling a little shy, but also encouraged at his enthusiasm.<<else>>You agree, fueled by the excitement that he's radiating.<</if>> It's a little clinical at first disrobing with someone you just met. Had Jun had any experience it may be more fluid or natural, but he'll get there, and you're going to help him. At first, he's not sure where to look<<if $virgin is true>> and you aren't either<</if>>. But then your eyes linger on him as he unfastens the buttons on his shirt. His fingers are so long and graceful that you think anything he does with them must look like art. He must take great care of his skin as it looks so soft, his nails perfectly clean and manicured. For someone who works with his hands a great deal, he must be meticulous about it. His shirt slips off his shoulders and then to the floor. You undo your clothing in a haze as you watch him. His skin is smooth and well cared for just like his hands. His body is thin, but not overly so. You catch the outline of his hips as he pushes his trousers down, but his eyes are on you. Jun drinks you in as you reveal your body to him. He even stops fidgeting. You can tell that his eyes focus on the mark a bit longer. He approaches you, meeting your eyes as you remove the last of your clothes. <<if $shoulderdislocate is true>>He stares at your left shoulder where the flesh is still bruised and the musculature is different from your other side.<<else>>He stares at the scar on your left shoulder. Though it has healed rapidly, the wound was severe enough that even magic couldn't prevent the nasty scar.<</if>> "It's okay," you reassure. "It doesn't hurt?" Jun's face scrunches. "No, not anymore. I'm fine." You smile. "I apologize for staring, I just don't want to hurt you…and I can't seem to look away." He smiles wide and gives you a nervous chuckle. "I quite like that tattoo as well, I've never seen such fine work before." You let that comment fly over you. For right now, you agree that it is just a tattoo. You move a little closer to Jun. He lifts his hands and gently glides them across either side of your neck before rolling them over your shoulders and down your arms. His breath studders. <<if $kiss is "Yes">>You watch Jun's lips only to realize he is also looking at yours. <<if $height is 'verytall'>>You tilt your head down and give him a demure smile.<<else>>You look up and give him a demure smile.<</if>> He crosses the small gap between you and gently presses his lips to yours. You lightly peck along each other's mouths. Jun quivers slightly as he tests different ways to meld your lips together. You feel him smile after you tug and suck his bottom lip. His hands gently slide along your sides, caressing your skin and bringing you flush against him. You part from him and watch as he pants with excitement. His face is flushing and his eyes are eager. "Open your mouth," you request, though it comes out more as a demand. He's obedient, though his eyes look back at you with a little uncertainty. You lace your hands at the back of his neck and bring his lips to yours, slipping your tongue into his awaiting mouth. He moans and presses closer, his hands skirting down to your hips – they're so warm. His tongue meets yours and gently tangles with it. You taste tea and honey. You drag your hands down his back <<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>tentatively feeling him out. You pause at his lower back, your hands quivering before you slowly, and a little hesitantly, lower them to his ass.<<else>>eagerly feeling him out. Your hands dip to his lower back, and you dig your fingers in as you glide them down to grip his ass.<</if>> Jun groans, his hold on your hips tightens as his front presses against you. His cock is hard, pressing against your hardening member. He pushes his mouth against you, becoming more frantic in his excitement. <<else>> Jun is eager to touch you. <<if $height is 'verytall'>>You tilt your head down and give him a demure smile.<<else>>You look up and give him a demure smile.<</if>> He crosses the small gap between you and gently brings you into a hug. The touch is tentative at first and very light. He rubs your back softly as you both begin to melt into each other. Jun's hands gently slide along your sides, caressing your skin and bringing you flush against him. You part from him and watch as he pants with excitement. His face is flushing and his eyes are eager. "Press against me harder," you request, though it comes out more as a demand. He's obedient, though his eyes look back at you with a little uncertainty. You lace your hands at the back of his neck and guide him tight against your body. He moans as your fronts meet, hands skirting down to your hips – they're so warm. Jun tucks his face in the crook of your neck and you feel his hot breath against your skin. You drag your hands down his back <<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>tentatively feeling him out. You pause at his lower back, your hands quivering before you slowly, and a little hesitantly, lower them to his ass.<<else>>eagerly feeling him out. Your hands dip to his lower back, and you dig your fingers in as you glide them down to grip his ass.<</if>> Jun groans, his hold on your hips tightens as his front presses against you. His cock is hard, matching the stiffness of your own. He presses his mouth against the juncture of your shoulder with a gentle bite before gliding his tongue against the sensitive skin. <</if>> <<if $lubeup is "you">>You're both heating up, and you sense that you are ready for the next step. [[You move to the bed.|5.J6pMCb]] <<else>>You're both heating up, and you sense that you are ready for the next step. [[You guide Jun to the bed.|5.J6pMCt]] <</if>>

Jun follows you like a lost lamb. You sit on the edge of the bed and notice that he looks like he wants to say something. "Jun, what do you need?" you ask. "Um." He takes a breath. "May I…" His eyes jump to your lap and then back up. "P-please you, but with my mouth first?" You're a little taken aback at the request. Before you respond, Jun continues. "I don't expect //that// in return. To be blunt, I don't think I will…if you touch it with your mouth…it might be all over." He chuckles and rubs the back of his neck. "I just want to know what it's like…to taste you first." You take a breath to respond, but Jun interrupts again. "I have heard that people really like that. And I-I am a bit worried that during, um, the main…part you may not be as satisfied so…" "Jun." He folds his hands together, looking as if you just scolded him. "It's fine." You nod, trying to give him an encouraging look. "I understand that <<if $virgin is true>>it's our first time<<else>>it's your first time<</if>>. If it doesn't last as long, that's okay. That's normal even." He gives you a sheepish smile and nods. "I…do things myself sort of frequently so…that should help, but I just- It means a lot that you were willing to do this with me and I care about you having fun." <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"You are very kind and considerate, I don't think I will need to worry about such things. I think it's time, don't you?"<<else>>"You are so cute, I almost can't handle it. Now, get over here."<</if>> You lean back a bit on the bed and open your legs slightly. Jun's eyes go wide and he follows the motion carefully, automatically approaching and lowering to his knees. He places his hands on the tops of your legs before gently playing his fingers along the inside of your thighs. <<if $virgin is true>>You tingle with anticipation and nerves. It feels so different having another person touch you so intimately.<<else>>You hum in enjoyment anticipating what's to come.<</if>> Gingerly, Jun begins to push your legs apart. You recline back, getting comfortable <<if $virgin is true>>as you spread your legs a little hesitantly<<else>>as you spread your legs wide<</if>>. He hooks his arms around your hips and drags you closer before placing kisses along your inner thigh. He sucks and licks at the tender flesh there, slowly moving up towards your groin. There's a moment where you only feel the air between you, and just as you wonder if Jun has decided to stop, you feel the caress of a finger against your folds. Your breath goes sharp for a moment. "Wow…" Jun says, his voice sounds raw. His fingers slip up and down your divide. You are already wet, but with each stroke, you feel your body preparing for what is about to happen. Jun spreads your lips with gentle fingers, running one up along until he hits your clitoris. You hum in approval. He repeats the motion, this time focusing more intently on your clit, and without much warning, you feel his mouth on you. Jun eagerly takes your clit into his mouth and begins to suckle. Your body shakes and you grip his bed linens tight. You look down and see his silver-orbed eyes looking back at you as he sucks. You sit up, supported by one arm as the other goes to the top of his head, guiding him. At your behest, he runs his tongue down and flicks it around your entrance before trailing back up again to tap your bud. You groan and writhe in place. Jun's hands encroach upwards along your abdomen until they reach your $chest. He kneads them with his hands, moaning against your clit which sends you into an enraptured shiver. He pinches at and tugs your nipples as he sucks and licks your cunt. His breath is so hot between your legs that you swear you see steam. And then he moves his hands to grip your hips firmly as he buries his face in your pussy. His tongue prods at your entrance, wiggling inside as he tastes your core. You can't help but cry out<<if $virgin is true>>, the newness of the feeling any inhibitions you had are out of your mind, and you just //feel// it<</if>>. He finally releases you from his mouth and grip, breathing hard as he looks at you. There's a wildness to his eyes now. "I…I need to be inside you, please," he begs. "I'm so hard, //please//." You recline back and run your hands down to your loins as you spread your legs. "I'm ready for you, Jun." His breath stammers and he rises to stand. You see his member bob between your thighs and find that he is, in fact, //very// hard. The flesh is so swollen that it's much darker in color. You hope that Jun does not burst right away when he enters you, but you know it's a possibility… [[Tell him it's fine to finish within you.|5.J7vin]] [[Tell him to pull out when he finishes.|5.J7vout]]

You squirm in place as he looks at you with hunger, his cock rubbing your thigh. <<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>"Um…" you start, your face filling with a new kind of heat. "When you come…you can…do it inside." You bite your lip as you look back at him.<<else>>"Jun, I want you to come inside of me…"<</if>> His hands grip your legs and he moves closer with a groan. "Gods yes, I want to. Can I? Can I put it in now?" "Yes," you respond eagerly. <<if $virgin is true>>You're ready, you are so ready to feel the heat as you connect with another person. You're excited to feel how a cock will feel inside of you, how it will stretch you out. You wonder if it will hurt, but you are so wet and eager that you can hardly spare a moment to consider it.<</if>> Jun pulls you until your rear hangs off the edge of the bed, but he supports you so you don't fall. He holds you by the backs of your knees so he can spread your legs and use them as leverage to bring your pussy level with his cock. He watches intently as the lips of your cunt part and the tip of his dick nudges your entrance. He meets your eye and you give him a nod, and then you feel him breach inside of you. <<if $virgin is true>>There's light resistance as the head of his cock tries to push in, but it stalls him only for a moment. You are so wet that he slides mostly unhindered into you. It doesn't hurt, but you feel a foreign pressure from within.<<else>>His head sinks in first, and you feel a telling stretch as a fullness emanates from your loins. You are so wet, that the meeting of your flesh gives a delightful squelch.<</if>> He does not stop pressing into you until he bottoms out. He groans when he is fully locked within you. Jun's breathing is quick, and on his face is a look of pure bliss. "I'll try to hold out as long as I can… You feel so damn good. If I wasn't trying to resist it, I would have come already. It's…hotter and tighter than I ever thought. //Gods//. <<if $virgin is true>>Are you okay? Does it feel as good for you? Tell me if I am hurting you, please.<<else>>You feel good too right?<</if>>" You grin at him, simmering in the feeling of his dick being buried in you. "<<if $virgin is true>>It doesn't hurt at all, there's pressure but it's not a bad feeling. It's new and different, but I like it.<<else>>Oh yes I do, I feel //very// good.<</if>> Keep going when you're ready." You bite your lip. Jun stares into your eyes as he begins to slowly pull out from your wet sheath. He hisses through his teeth, looking as if he is barely keeping it together. His gaze moves to where you are joined as he pushes back in slowly. He repeats the motion, bringing his hand down to your clit to begin stroking it with his thumb. He takes each thrust slow and easy, but he flicks the sensitive peak of your cunt with fervor. The differences in the speed of the stimulation drive you mad, and you begin to use what little leverage you have to meet his thrusts a little quicker. Every time your flesh collides, it's with a wet slap, and you feel as if your pussy is drooling – salivating all over the delicious cock he's feeding it. You whine and grip the bedding harder, widening your hips even further to sink him as deep as possible. Jun picks up speed and he's clearly lost in the feeling. He continues to rub your clit automatically as if he's locked into the motion. His mouth opens and he tilts his head back. "I'm…I'm…" He doesn't complete his sentence and you feel a new warmth flood your pussy as he cries out. You watch him as his head tilts back down, mouth staying open, as he stares at his cock spasming into you. He withdraws completely and then pushes back in firmly, groaning. The pace he takes on your clit quickens as he does it again. You feel his seed rush to spill out of you, but he gathers it on the tip of his dick and pushes it back in. That is when you lose your senses. You shake with orgasm, your hips quivering at all the sensations. Your clit feels like it has been hit with lightning and your insides clench and milk the cock within you for more and more. Jun presses into you hard, getting as deep as he can as he cries out again. All you hear is both of you breathing hard for a few moments. Jun pushes you back further on his bed so you don't fall as he withdraws from your cunt. You watch, noticing that he's still a bit hard and his cock is coated in his seed. <<if $virgin is true>>You can't help but be a little amazed and curious that the essence of his loins was drawn out by your body.<<else>>You get a little shiver of excitement seeing the evidence of the pleasure he has taken in your flesh.<</if>> His face is a bit red as he looks at your body. He smiles. "I thought you were stunning before, but seeing you like this on my bed…You are incredible, that was amazing. I had no idea it could feel so //good// to share this with another person." His smile grows and you think you see his eyes water a little. You chuckle. "It felt very good. <<if $virgin is true>>I'm…I think I'm proud of us.<<else>> I'm so glad you enjoyed it.<</if>>" Jun looks down at his softening member and back to your loins. "I must say, had I known I'd make such a mess, I would have placed some linens down. But…it's, I think I like it. It feels so…freeing to make a mess this way." Just then, you feel a warm rush at your entrance. <<if $virgin is true>>You yip in surprise as you realize Jun's cum is leaking out from inside of you. Your face goes a little hot as you close your legs, unsure of what to do. "I'm sorry! I didn't realize that might happen."<<else>>You startle as Jun's cum begins to leak from inside of you. "Sorry, I thought you'd taken the worst of it with you. I hope your bed is okay."<</if>> "Oh no, don't apologize for that, please. It will wash, and I also learned something." He giggles, looking elated. "Um, would you…do you want to rest or have water or food? We can do anything you like, or if you want to go that's fine." [[Relax a while with Jun.|5.J8a]] [[Go ahead and get ready to leave.|5.J8b]] [[...Ask to play around some more.|5.J8c]]

You squirm in place as he looks at you with hunger, his cock rubbing your thigh. <<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>"Um…" you start, your face filling with a new kind of heat. "When you come…can you…pull out?" You bite your lip as you look back at him.<<else>>"Jun, I want you to pull out when you come…"<</if>> His hands grip your legs and he moves closer with a groan. "Gods yes, anything you want. Can I? Can I put it in now?" "Yes," you respond eagerly. <<if $virgin is true>>You're ready, you are so ready to feel the heat as you connect with another person. You're excited to feel how a cock will feel inside of you, how it will stretch you out. You wonder if it will hurt, but you are so wet and eager that you can hardly spare a moment to consider it.<</if>> Jun pulls you until your rear hangs off the edge of the bed, but he supports you so you don't fall. He holds you by the backs of your knees so he can spread your legs and use them as leverage to bring your pussy level with his cock. He watches intently as the lips of your cunt part and the tip of his dick nudges your entrance. He meets your eye and you give him a nod, and then you feel him breach inside of you. <<if $virgin is true>>There's light resistance as the head of his cock tries to push in, but it stalls him only for a moment. You are so wet that he slides mostly unhindered into you. It doesn't hurt, but you feel a foreign pressure from within.<<else>>His head sinks in first, and you feel a telling stretch as a fullness emanates from your loins. You are so wet, that the meeting of your flesh gives a delightful squelch.<</if>> He does not stop pressing into you until he bottoms out. He groans when he is fully locked within you. Jun's breathing is quick, and on his face is a look of pure bliss. "I'll try to hold out as long as I can… You feel so damn good. If I wasn't trying to resist it, I would have come already. It's…hotter and tighter than I ever thought. //Gods//. <<if $virgin is true>>Are you okay? Does it feel as good for you? Tell me if I am hurting you, please.<<else>>You feel good too right?<</if>>" You grin at him, simmering in the feeling of his dick being buried in you. "<<if $virgin is true>>It doesn't hurt at all, there's pressure but it's not a bad feeling. It's new and different, but I like it.<<else>>Oh yes I do, I feel //very// good.<</if>> Keep going when you're ready." You bite your lip. Jun stares into your eyes as he begins to slowly pull out from your wet sheath. He hisses through his teeth, looking as if he is barely keeping it together. His gaze moves to where you are joined as he pushes back in slowly. He repeats the motion, bringing his hand down to your clit to begin stroking it with his thumb. He takes each thrust slow and easy, but he flicks the sensitive peak of your cunt with fervor. The differences in the speed of the stimulation drive you mad, and you begin to use what little leverage you have to meet his thrusts a little quicker. Every time your flesh collides, it's with a wet slap, and you feel as if your pussy is drooling – salivating all over the delicious cock he's feeding it. You whine and grip the bedding harder, widening your hips even further to sink him as deep as possible. Jun picks up speed and he's clearly lost in the feeling. He continues to rub your clit automatically as if he's locked into the motion. His mouth opens and he tilts his head back. "I'm…I'm…" He doesn't complete his sentence and you feel him jerk away from you suddenly. You miss his cock almost immediately but the sight of him suddenly stroking his member with such vigor is nearly enough to make you come. He leans over as he looks at you and pumps his member, it spurts and you feel his hot cum paint your stomach and chest. The pace he takes on your clit quickens as he does it again, and you feel more splatter across your stomach and begin to drip down your side. Once he has given all he can, he lowers his cock back down to your pussy and shoves it back in. He hisses from overstimulation and pleasure as he burrows back into you. That is when you lose your senses. You shake with orgasm, your hips quivering at all the sensations. Your clit feels like it has been hit with lightning and your insides clench and squeeze the cock within you, chasing that pleasurable pressure. Jun thrusts into you hard, getting as deep as he can as he groans, only to suddenly withdraw again as he comes more, a smaller spurt hitting your inner thigh before he dives back in a final time. All you hear is both of you breathing hard for a few moments. Jun pushes you back further on his bed so you don't fall as he withdraws from your cunt. You watch, noticing that he's still a bit hard but is slowly relaxing. You are covered with his seed, you realize suddenly. <<if $virgin is true>>You can't help but be a little amazed and curious that the essence of his loins was drawn out by your body.<<else>>You get a little shiver of excitement seeing the evidence of the pleasure he has taken in your flesh.<</if>> His face is a bit red as he looks at your body. He smiles. "I thought you were stunning before, but seeing you like this on my bed…You are incredible, that was amazing. I had no idea it could feel so //good// to share this with another person." His smile grows and you think you see his eyes water a little. You chuckle. "It felt very good. <<if $virgin is true>>I'm…I think I'm proud of us.<<else>> I'm so glad you enjoyed it.<</if>>" Jun looks down at his softening member and back to your loins. "I must say, had I known I'd make such a mess, I would have placed some linens down. And I do apologize for, um, finishing //on// you, it hit me so suddenly that I couldn't think about where I should aim. I have to admit that for me at least, it feels so…freeing to make a mess this way." You feel the cum begin to drip more along your chest. <<if $virgin is true>>You didn't realize it could be this messy.<<else>>You knew what you were getting into, but still, Jun came…a //lot//.<</if>> "Mind helping me clean up a little?" you ask. "Sorry, I think it got on your bed." "Oh no, don't apologize for that, please." Jun rushes to hand you a swath of fabric from a nearby dresser and begins to carefully wipe you off. "It will wash, and I also learned something. Again, I am sorry for…//wow//, there is a lot…" His face goes red, but he still chuckles. "Um, would you…do you want to rest or have water or food? We can do anything you like, or if you want to go, that's fine." [[Relax a while with Jun.|5.J8a]] [[Go ahead and get ready to leave.|5.J8b]] [[...Ask to play around some more.|5.J8c]]

<<set $virgin to false>> After removing the soiled bit of bedding, you curl up with Jun, enjoying each other's warmth and company. You chat for a while and have a few laughs. Jun seems more confident and elated to have had his first sexual experience with you. He gives you an open-ended offer to look him up if you are ever back in Codrin. You rest for the remainder of the day. [[Tomorrow you'll head to the market.|5.A]]

<<set $virgin to false>> You're a bit apologetic as you agree to take your leave now. Jun ensures you that he is okay with your choice and that you're not beholden to stay with him. He seems a great deal more confident and excited to have had his first sexual experience with you. He gives you an open-ended offer to look him up if you are ever back in Codrin. You rest for the remainder of the day. [[Tomorrow you'll head to the market.|5.A]]

<<set $virgin to false>> Jun seems a great deal more confident and excited to have had his first sexual experience with you. He gives you an open-ended offer to look him up if you are ever back in Codrin before you decide – why not take his second time too? Or perhaps his third as well. You spend a good portion of the day fucking, deciding that if Jun needs to wash his bedding anyway – why hold back? [[You can always go to the market tomorrow.|5.A]]

Jun follows you like a lost lamb. You sit on the edge of the bed and notice that he looks like he wants to say something. "Jun, what do you need?" you ask. "Um." He takes a breath. "May I…" His eyes jump to your lap and then back up. "P-please you, but with my mouth first?" You're a little taken aback at the request. Before you respond, Jun continues. "I don't expect that in return. To be blunt, I don't think I will…if you touch it with your mouth…it might be all over." He chuckles and rubs the back of his neck. "I just want to know what it's like…to taste you first." You take a breath to respond, but Jun interrupts again. "I have heard that people really like that. And I-I am a bit worried that during, um, the main…part you may not be as satisfied so…" "Jun." He folds his hands together, looking as if you just scolded him. "It's fine." You nod, trying to give him an encouraging look. "I understand that <<if $virgin is true>>it's our first time<<else>>it's your first time<</if>>. If it doesn't last as long, that's okay. That's normal even, I would say." He gives you a sheepish smile and nods. "I…do things myself sort of frequently so…that should help, but I just- It means a lot that you were willing to do this with me and I care about you having fun." <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"You are very kind and considerate, I don't think I will need to worry about such things. I think it's time, don't you?"<<else>>"You are so cute, I almost can't handle it. Now, get over here."<</if>> You lean back a bit on the bed and open your legs slightly. Jun's eyes go wide and he follows the motion carefully, automatically approaching and lowering to his knees. He places his hands on the tops of your legs before gently playing his fingers along the inside of your thighs. <<if $virgin is true>>You tingle with anticipation and nerves. It feels so different having another person touch you so intimately.<<else>>You hum in enjoyment anticipating what's to come.<</if>> Gingerly, Jun begins to push your legs apart. You recline back, getting comfortable <<if $virgin is true>>as you spread your legs a little hesitantly<<else>>as you spread your legs wide<</if>>. He hooks his arms around your hips and drags you closer before placing kisses along your inner thigh. He sucks and licks at the tender flesh there, slowly moving up towards your groin. There's a moment where you only feel the air between you, and just as you wonder if Jun has decided to stop, you feel his tongue swipe up along your sac and the underside of your cock. Your breath goes sharp for a moment. "Wow…" Jun says, his voice sounds raw. He gives you more experimental licks along your shaft, massaging your balls with one hand, as the other blindly seeks out the phial of oil. Once he successfully douses his fingers with it, he nudges your legs apart further. He distracts you by swirling his tongue at the head of your dick while a hand cups and tugs your sac. His other hand gently warms the oil before you feel a touch at your hole. It startles you for a moment, but you will yourself to relax. You hum in approval. He repeats the motions, this time focusing more intently on your cock, and without much warning, you feel his mouth take in your length. He nearly gags, but pulls back and tries again. You groan in delight, and then you feel a finger press into your entrance. Jun sucks at your cock, helping you relax your muscles to allow the invasion further below. Your body shakes and you grip his bed linens tight. You look down and see his silver-orbed eyes looking back at you as he licks your twitching dick. You sit up, supported by one arm as the other goes to the top of his head, guiding him. At your behest, he runs his tongue down and flicks it around your balls before trailing back up again to swirl at the head. You moan and writhe in place. He inserts another finger, coaxing your body into opening for him. Jun's other hand encroaches upwards along your abdomen until it reaches your $chest. He kneads them one at a time with his hand, moaning against your dick which sends you into an enraptured shiver. He pinches at and tugs your nipples as he sucks and licks the sweetness from your cock while fingering you. His breath is so hot between your legs that you swear you see steam. He drives a third finger in, and you feel a surge of electricity up your back when he finds your secret place. You can't help but cry out<<if $virgin is true>>, the newness of the feeling any inhibitions you had are out of your mind, and you just //feel// it<</if>>. He finally releases you from his mouth and grip, breathing hard as he looks at you. There's a wildness to his eyes now. "I…I need to be inside you, please," he begs. "I'm so hard, please." You recline back and run your hands down to your loins as you spread your legs. "I'm ready for you, Jun." His breath stammers and he rises to stand. You see his member bob between your thighs and find that he is, in fact, //very// hard. The flesh is so swollen that it's much darker in color. You hope that Jun does not burst right away when he enters you, but you know it's a possibility… [[Tell him it's fine to finish within you.|5.J7pin]] [[Tell him to pull out when he finishes.|5.J7pout]]

Jun follows you like a lost lamb. He sits on the edge of the bed and you notice that he looks like he wants to say something. "Jun, what do you need?" you ask. "Um." He takes a breath. "May I…" His eyes jump to your groin and then back up. "P-please you with my mouth first?" You're a little taken aback at the request at first. Before you respond, Jun continues. "I don't expect that in return. To be blunt, I don't think I will…if you touch me with your mouth…it might be all over." He chuckles and rubs the back of his neck. "I just want to know what it's like…to taste you first." You take a breath to respond, but Jun interrupts again. "I have heard that people really like that. And I-I am curious what it's like, and the thought…really, really…" "Jun." He folds his hands together, looking as if you just scolded him. "It's fine." You nod, trying to give him an encouraging look. "I understand that <<if $virgin is true>>it's our first time<<else>>it's your first time<</if>>. Being curious and wanting to try things is why we're here." He gives you a sheepish smile and nods. "I just- It means a lot that you were willing to do this with me and I care about you having fun." <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"You are very kind and considerate, I don't think I will need to worry about such things. I think it's time, don't you?"<<else>>"You are so cute, I almost can't handle it. Now, get over here."<</if>> You motion him towards you with a finger and a smile. Jun's eyes go wide and he follows the motion carefully, automatically approaching and lowering to his knees. The flush upon his face is dark and delicious, a shiver runs through you as you watch his mouth just a breath away from touching. He starts with a tentative hand, watching your eyes as he touches your dick delicately, stroking with his long fingers. He palms your sac with his other hand, lightly massaging. You groan, biting your lower lips as you watch. Jun seems to become a little bolder at your clear approval, moving his eyes to your member as he grips it in his hand and begins to stroke in earnest. He watches hungrily as you get harder with every tug. He brings his face closer, holding your shaft straight up as his eyes lock with yours and his tongue sticks out as far as he can get it. You lightly set your hand atop his head and then feel his wet tongue meet your balls before sliding up to the tip of your cock. Your breath goes sharp and your grip on his head tightens. He gives you more experimental licks along your shaft, massaging your balls with one hand as the other grips the base of your dick. He licks as if it's a delicious treat, wets his lips, and then runs them along the sensitive flesh, before raising on his knees slightly. You feel the head of your cock breach his lips before sliding to the back of his throat. He nearly gags, but pulls back and tries again slower. You feel how his soft wet tongue dances along the underside of your member and groan. You look down and see his silver-orbed eyes looking back at you as he licks your twitching dick before plunging it into his mouth once again. You look at him with ravenous hunger and begin preparing the oil while he continues to taste you, nearly dropping it when you feel him tonguing your tip. "Jun, go to the bed and get comfortable, <<if $virgin is true>>I am pretty sure we should prepare for the rest<<else>>I need to prep you before we keep going<</if>>. I want to be sure I don't hurt you." Jun hums an agreement but takes another swipe at your cock with his tongue before heading to the bed. He lays on his back, with his legs hanging off the side. "I have, um, done things with my ass before…so I should adapt easily." He covers his face with his hands. "Are you okay?" you ask as you meet him at the bed, warming the oil between your fingers. "Yeah," he says and then sighs. "I'm just a bit embarrassed. Sort of a…sensitive place to be seen by another." You smile. "It's okay, it's just skin. Remember that I chose to do this with you. <<if $virgin is true>>I know I don't have experience, but I like seeing you. It's exciting, you have nothing to be embarrassed about.<<else>>You have to remember that I want this too. You're not asking too much. Sex is a vulnerable time, but we're on the level here.<</if>> Now, lift and spread your legs for me." Jun peeks at you from between his hands as he obeys. You guide his legs to rest against your shoulders and take a look at your feast. He looks good under you. He's hard from sucking your dick and you spot a tight hole for your pleasure. You gently touch his entrance with oiled fingers. He jerks and moves his arms to cover his face. You gently massage the area in a steady circle, sensing that his nerves are causing him to clench up. "Jun, take a slow breath okay? Clear your mind. <<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>I understand feeling shy about this, I really do. But please trust me to provide you with the pleasure you've yearned for. It's a pleasure that I want as well.<<else>>I want you, keep thinking about that. I want to be here, I want to be inside of you…<</if>>" Jun moans and his entrance relaxes so you can slip a finger inside him. With him relaxed, it goes in easily and you begin to thrust it in and out. He finally removes his arms from his face and looks at you, already looking rapt with pleasure. "That feels so good…" he mumbles. You press harder into his ass and he arches his back and groans. To enhance his enjoyment, you begin to tug at his dick, which is already dripping. He whines as you pump him in both places before slipping another finger inside of him. He gasps. Instinctively, he bends his knees outward, spreading his legs wider to demand more from you. You are so hard that you can barely stand it. Jun's ass is loosening easily, so you test a third finger. It slips in with only mild resistance. He's nearly ready. You're so eager to fuck him. You realize that you need to ask what to do as you come. "Jun, should I pull out when I finish?" Your voice is raw with desire. "No, I want to know what it's like…to feel it inside me." He answers before writhing on the bed as you hit a sweet spot inside of him. [[Your heart beats faster in anticipation.|5.J7pMCt]]

You squirm in place as he looks at you with hunger, as he douses his cock with more of the oil. <<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>"Um…" you start, your face filling with a new kind of heat. "When you come…you can…do it inside." You bite your lip as you look back at him.<<else>>"Jun, I want you to come inside of me…"<</if>> His hands grip your legs and he moves closer with a groan. "Gods yes, I want to. Can I? Can I put it in now?" "Yes," you respond eagerly. <<if $virgin is true>>You're ready, you are so ready to feel the heat as you connect with another person. You're excited to feel how a cock will feel inside of you, how it will stretch you out. You wonder if it will hurt, but you are so hot and eager that you can hardly spare a moment to consider it.<</if>> Jun pulls you until your rear hangs off the edge of the bed, but he supports you so you don't fall. He holds you by the backs of your knees so he can spread your legs and use them as leverage to bring your butt level with his cock. He watches intently as the clefts of your ass part and the tip of his dick nudges your entrance. He meets your eye and you give him a nod, and then you feel him breach inside of you. <<if $virgin is true>>There's light resistance as the head of his cock tries to push in, but it stalls him only for a moment. The oil is so slick, and you've been stretched enough that he slides mostly unhindered into you. It doesn't hurt, but you feel a foreign pressure from within.<<else>>His head sinks in first, and you feel a telling stretch as a fullness emanates from your loins. The oil has made you so slick, that the meeting of your flesh gives a delightful squelch.<</if>> He does not stop pressing into you until he bottoms out. He groans when he is fully locked within you. Jun's breathing is quick, and on his face is a look of pure bliss. "I'll try to hold out as long as I can… You feel so damn good. If I wasn't trying to resist it, I would have come already. It's…hotter and tighter than I ever thought. //Gods//, so tight. <<if $virgin is true>>Are you okay? Does it feel as good for you? Tell me if I am hurting you, please.<<else>>You feel good too right?<</if>>" You grin at him, simmering in the feeling of his dick being buried in you. "<<if $virgin is true>>It doesn't hurt at all, there's pressure but it's not a bad feeling. It's new and different, but I like it.<<else>>Oh yes I do, I feel //very// good.<</if>> Keep going when you're ready." You bite your lip. Jun stares into your eyes as he begins to slowly pull out from your oiled sheath. He hisses through his teeth, looking as if he is barely keeping it together. His gaze moves to where you are joined as he pushes back in slowly. He repeats the motion, bringing his hand down to your cock to begin stroking it in a tight fist. He takes each thrust slow and easy, as he jerks your member, pressing his thumb to your tip and swirling it. The differences in the stimulations drive you mad, and you begin to use what little leverage you have to meet his thrusts a little quicker. Every time your flesh collides, it's with a wet slap, and you feel as if your body is sucking his cock from inside, milking him for a reward. You whine and grip the bedding harder, widening your hips even further to sink him as deep as possible. Jun picks up speed and he's clearly lost in the feeling. He continues to stroke your dick automatically as if he's locked into the motion. His mouth opens and he tilts his head back. "I'm…I'm…" He doesn't complete his sentence and you feel a new warmth flood your body as he cries out. You watch him as his head tilts back down, mouth staying open, as he stares at his cock spasming into you. He withdraws completely and then pushes back in firmly, groaning. The pace he takes on your cock quickens as he does it again. You feel his seed rush to spill out of you, but he gathers it on the tip of his dick and pushes it back in. That is when you lose your senses. You shake with orgasm, your hips quivering and your cum spurting in thick bursts from your cock. Your member feels like it has been hit with lightning, and your insides clench to milk the cock within you for more and more. Your cum flows down to where you are joined, coating Jun's, mixing with his seed. He presses into you hard, getting as deep as he can as he cries out again. All you hear is both of you breathing hard for a few moments. Jun pushes you back further on his bed so you don't fall as he withdraws from your ass. You watch, noticing that he's still a bit hard and his cock is coated in seed from both of you. <<if $virgin is true>>You can't help but be a little amazed and curious that the essence of his loins was drawn out by your body.<<else>>You get a little shiver of excitement seeing the evidence of the pleasure he has taken in your flesh.<</if>> His face is a bit red as he looks at your body. He smiles. "I thought you were stunning before, but seeing you like this on my bed…You are incredible, that was amazing. I had no idea it could feel so //good// to share this with another person." His smile grows and you think you see his eyes water a little. You chuckle. "It felt very good. <<if $virgin is true>>I'm…I think I'm proud of us.<<else>> I'm so glad you enjoyed it.<</if>>" Jun looks down at his softening member and back to your loins. "I must say, had I known I'd make such a mess, I would have placed some linens down. But…it's, I think I like it. It feels so…freeing to make a mess this way." Just then, you feel a warm rush at your hole. <<if $virgin is true>>You yip in surprise as you realize Jun's cum is leaking out from inside of you. Your face goes a little hot as you close your legs, unsure of what to do. "I'm sorry! I didn't realize that would happen."<<else>>You startle as Jun's cum begins to leak from inside of you. "Sorry, I thought you'd taken the worst of it with you. I hope your bed is okay."<</if>> "Oh no, don't apologize for that, please. It will wash, and I also learned something." He giggles, looking elated. "Um, would you…do you want to rest or have water or food? We can do anything you like, or if you want to go that's fine." [[Relax a while with Jun.|5.J8a]] [[Go ahead and get ready to leave.|5.J8b]] [[...Ask to play around some more.|5.J8c]]

You squirm in place as he looks at you with hunger, his cock rubbing your thigh. <<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>"Um…" you start, your face filling with a new kind of heat. "When you come…you can…pull out?" You bite your lip as you look back at him.<<else>>"Jun, I want you to pull out when you come…"<</if>> His hands grip your legs and he moves closer with a groan. "Gods yes, anything you want. Can I? Can I put it in now?" "Yes," you respond eagerly. <<if $virgin is true>>You're ready, you are so ready to feel the heat as you connect with another person. You're excited to feel how a cock will feel inside of you, how it will stretch you out. You wonder if it will hurt, but you are so hot and eager that you can hardly spare a moment to consider it.<</if>> Jun pulls you until your rear hangs off the edge of the bed, but he supports you so you don't fall. He holds you by the backs of your knees so he can spread your legs and use them as leverage to bring your butt level with his cock. He watches intently as the clefts of your ass part and the tip of his dick nudges your entrance. He meets your eye and you give him a nod, and then you feel him breach inside of you. <<if $virgin is true>>There's light resistance as the head of his cock tries to push in, but it stalls him only for a moment. The oil is so slick, and you've been stretched enough that he slides mostly unhindered into you. It doesn't hurt, but you feel a foreign pressure from within.<<else>>His head sinks in first, and you feel a telling stretch as a fullness emanates from your loins. The oil has made you so slick, that the meeting of your flesh gives a delightful squelch.<</if>> He does not stop pressing into you until he bottoms out. He groans when he is fully locked within you. Jun's breathing is quick, and on his face is a look of pure bliss. "I'll try to hold out as long as I can… You feel so damn good. If I wasn't trying to resist it, I would have come already. It's…hotter and tighter than I ever thought. //Gods//, so tight. <<if $virgin is true>>Are you okay? Does it feel as good for you? Tell me if I am hurting you, please.<<else>>You feel good too right?<</if>>" You grin at him, simmering in the feeling of his dick being buried in you. "<<if $virgin is true>>It doesn't hurt at all, there's pressure but it's not a bad feeling. It's new and different, but I like it.<<else>>Oh yes I do, I feel //very// good.<</if>> Keep going when you're ready." You bite your lip. Jun stares into your eyes as he begins to slowly pull out from your oiled sheath. He hisses through his teeth, looking as if he is barely keeping it together. His gaze moves to where you are joined as he pushes back in slowly. He repeats the motion, bringing his hand down to your cock to begin stroking it in a tight fist. He takes each thrust slow and easy, as he jerks your member, pressing his thumb to your tip and swirling it. The differences in the stimulations drive you mad, and you begin to use what little leverage you have to meet his thrusts a little quicker. Every time your flesh collides, it's with a wet slap, and you feel as if your body is sucking his cock from inside, milking him for a reward. You whine and grip the bedding harder, widening your hips even further to sink him as deep as possible. Jun picks up speed and he's clearly lost in the feeling. He continues to stroke your dick automatically as if he's locked into the motion. His mouth opens and he tilts his head back. "I'm…I'm…" He doesn't complete his sentence and you feel him jerk away from you suddenly. You miss his cock almost immediately but the sight of him suddenly stroking his member with such vigor is nearly enough to make you come. He leans over as he looks at you and pumps his member, it spurts and you feel his hot cum paint your stomach and dick. The pace he takes on your cock quickens as he does it again, and you feel more splatter across your loins and begin to drip. Once he has given all he can, he lowers his cock back down to your ass and shoves it back in. He hisses from overstimulation and pleasure as he burrows back into you. That is when you lose your senses. You shake with orgasm, your hips quivering and your cum spurting in thick bursts from your cock, hitting your stomach and mixing with Jun's. Your member feels like it has been hit with lightning, and your insides clench and squeeze the cock within you, chasing that pleasurable pressure. Your cum flows down coating your shaft as he pumps you harder to get every drop. He thrusts into you hard, getting as deep as he can as he groans, only to suddenly withdraw again as he comes more, a smaller spurt hitting your inner thigh before he dives back in a final time. All you hear is both of you breathing hard for a few moments. Jun pushes you back further on his bed so you don't fall as he withdraws from your ass. You watch, noticing that he's still a bit hard but is slowly relaxing. You are covered with seed, you realize suddenly. <<if $virgin is true>>You can't help but be a little amazed and curious that the essence of his loins was drawn out by your body.<<else>>You get a little shiver of excitement seeing the evidence of the pleasure he has taken in your flesh.<</if>> His face is a bit red as he looks at your body. He smiles. "I thought you were stunning before, but seeing you like this on my bed…You are incredible, that was amazing. I had no idea it could feel so //good// to share this with another person." His smile grows and you think you see his eyes water a little. You chuckle. "It felt very good. <<if $virgin is true>>I'm…I think I'm proud of us.<<else>> I'm so glad you enjoyed it.<</if>>" Jun looks down at his softening member and back to your loins. "I must say, had I known I'd make such a mess, I would have placed some linens down. And I do apologize for, um, finishing //on// you, it hit me so suddenly that I couldn't think about where I should aim. I have to admit that for me at least, it feels so…freeing to make a mess this way." You feel the cum begin to drip more along your stomach. <<if $virgin is true>>You didn't realize it could be this messy.<<else>>You knew what you were getting into, but still, Jun came…a //lot//.<</if>> "Mind helping me clean up a little?" you ask. "Sorry, I think it got on your bed." "Oh no, don't apologize for that, please." Jun rushes to hand you a swath of fabric from a nearby dresser and begins to carefully wipe you off. "It will wash, and I also learned something. Again, I am sorry for…//wow//, there is a lot…" His face goes red, but he still chuckles. "Um, would you…do you want to rest or have water or food? We can do anything you like, or if you want to go, that's fine." [[Relax a while with Jun.|5.J8a]] [[Go ahead and get ready to leave.|5.J8b]] [[...Ask to play around some more.|5.J8c]]

You don't waste any time, removing your hand from Jun's body as he whines, dousing your dick with oil and pumping it to make it slick. Jun places his hands under his knees and pulls his legs back. His hole opens and beckons you. You line up, swirling the head of your cock at his entrance. Jun grunts and wiggles his rear, desperate from the teasing. You grab his cock with your other hand, also slick with oil, and stroke it as you press your dick to his ass. You breach the tight ring of muscles and shiver at the pleasing relief it brings you. You watch him as you slowly slide in. He's mumbling something over and over, gripping the sheets, with a look on his face that tells you that your cock was made for him. You press until you are balls deep. And then, you allow him to rest and acclimate. Jun subtly wiggles his hips, feeling out the new sensations. <<if $virgin is true>>You take a moment to get used to it as well. The sensation is incredible, and your cock feels as though it wants to come right away.<<else>>You soak in the feeling of your cock being warm and wet inside a tight hole. He feels so good around you that it should be a crime.<</if>> The urge to thrust is unreal, but you hold back and watch Jun for his okay. "Fuck, $mc…" he whines. "I had no…no idea. Playing around isn't…isn't like this. It feels so good, I think I'm going to come already…" You rub his hip with one hand as your other squeezes his cock. "<<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>I'm glad it feels good, try to wait for me if you can.<<else>>You can come when you want but just know I'm not going to slow down. I want you so badly…<</if>> But you feel so good that I don't think I'll last either…" Jun moans, urging his hips forward to press against your cock. "I'm ready, I'm ready – I need it, p-please!" You don't wait. Pulling your dick back halfway, you pop your hips forward to slide back in with a slap. You watch Jun to make sure he feels good as you do it again and again and then work into a more steady rhythm. He feels amazing like he's sucking you back in each time you pull out. Your cock shines with oil as you watch it disappear into his body over and over. You notice when you're just a little bit inside of him that he arches his back. The tip of your dick nudges his sweet spot each time, so you angle his hips to drag your shaft along it harder. He gasps, clawing at the sheets. The urge to get your cock as far into him as you can is almost overwhelming, but the way his face twists in pleasure and his hole grips you when you hit that spot is too good to ignore. "I'm coming!" he cries suddenly, eyes meeting yours as his mouth hangs open. You pump his dick faster in your hand as you nudge his sweet spot with the head of your dick. Just moments later, cum shoots from his dick. It rains down on his stomach and against your hand - hot and thick. Seeing him come sends the familiar sensation to your cock and it surges to follow suit. "Me too…" you say, driving deep and fast into his ass. A blissful haze runs up your spine and through your mind as you press in as far as possible to burst within him. Jun continues to whine with pleasure through it all, ensuring that you stay lodged inside of him as you ejaculate. Even after you feel spent, you thrust a few more times slowly, the final time coaxing one more rush from the tip of your cock. All you hear is both of you breathing hard for a few moments. As your cock begins to soften, your eyes rove to it as it starts a retreat. You pull back, finding it coated in your seed. A torrent of it follows, spilling onto the edge of the bed and then the floor. <<if $virgin is true>>You can't help but be a little amazed and curious that the essence of your loins was drawn out by his body.<<else>>You get a little shiver of excitement seeing the evidence of the pleasure you have taken in his flesh.<</if>> Jun yips and sits up quickly, causing another rush to flow out of him. "Oh…I didn't think of that." As he tries to look at the mess, more spills along the bedding. <<if $virgin is true>>You shake your head. "Sorry, I didn't realize that would happen. I didn't think about it either."<<else>>Your shoulders slump. "I'm sorry, I wasn't even thinking. I was too focused on…well, you know."<</if>> Jun laughs. "It's fine. It was…wow, that was so sexy, even the messy part. Watching you…//rut// was…it was amazing…so //powerful//. You are incredible. I had no idea it could feel so //good// to share this with another person." His smile grows and you think you see his eyes water a little. You chuckle. "It felt very good. <<if $virgin is true>>I'm…I think I'm proud of us.<<else>> I'm so glad you enjoyed it.<</if>> I do apologize about your bedding though." "Oh no, don't apologize for that, please. It will wash, and I also learned something." He giggles, looking elated. "Um, would you…do you want to rest or have water or food? We can do anything you like, or if you want to go, that's fine." [[Relax a while with Jun.|5.J8a]] [[Go ahead and get ready to leave.|5.J8b]] [[...Ask to play around some more.|5.J8c]]

Though you opted to use the harness, you're not opposed to Jun pleasing you a bit first. Before you can respond, Jun continues. "I don't expect that in return. To be blunt, I don't think I will…if you touch me with your mouth…it might be all over." He chuckles and rubs the back of his neck. "I just want to know what it's like…to taste you first." You take a breath to respond, but Jun interrupts again. "I have heard that people really like that. And I-I am curious what it's like, and the thought…really, really…" "Jun." He folds his hands together, looking as if you just scolded him. "It's fine." You nod, trying to give him an encouraging look. "I understand that <<if $virgin is true>>it's our first time<<else>>it's your first time<</if>>. Being curious and wanting to try things is why we're here. And this is something I am comfortable doing with you." He gives you a sheepish smile and nods. "I just- It means a lot that you were willing to do this with me and I care about you having fun." <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"You are very kind and considerate, I don't think I will need to worry about such things. I think it's time, don't you?"<<else>>"You are so cute, I almost can't handle it. Now, get over here."<</if>> You motion him towards you with a finger and a smile. Jun's eyes go wide and he follows the motion carefully, automatically approaching and lowering to his knees. The flush upon his face is dark and delicious, a shiver runs through you as you watch his mouth just a breath away from touching. He starts with a tentative hand, watching your eyes as he touches your cunt delicately, stroking with his long fingers. He runs them along your divide, just barely parting your lips with each stroke. You groan, biting your lower lips as you watch. <<if $virgin is true>>You tingle with anticipation and nerves. It feels so different having another person touch you so intimately.<<else>>You hum in enjoyment anticipating what's to come.<</if>> Gingerly, Jun slides his fingers through your warm slit, hitting your clitoris and sending a shiver of delight through you. He watches hungrily as it swells with need. He brings his face closer, parting your lips slightly as his eyes lock with yours and his tongue sticks out as far as he can get it. Leaning back to give him more access, you lightly set your hand atop his head and then feel his wet tongue meet your sex before sliding up to the tip of your clit. Your breath goes sharp and your grip on his head tightens. Jun eagerly takes your clit into his mouth and begins to suckle. Your body shakes and you grip his hair tight. You look down and see his silver-orbed eyes looking back at you as he sucks. You move to spread your legs further "Oh wow…" Jun says, his voice sounds raw. At your behest, he runs his tongue down and flicks it around your entrance before trailing back up again to tap your bud. You groan and writhe in place. He licks as if it's a delicious treat, wets his lips, and then runs them along the sensitive flesh. You feel how his soft wet tongue dances along the underside of your clit and groan. You look at him with ravenous hunger and begin preparing the harness and oil while he continues to taste you, nearly dropping them when you feel him tonguing your hole. "Jun, go to the bed and get comfortable, <<if $virgin is true>>I am pretty sure we should prepare for the rest<<else>>I need to prep you before we keep going<</if>>. I want to be sure I don't hurt you." Jun hums an agreement but takes another swipe at your pussy with his tongue before heading to the bed. He lays on his back, with his legs hanging off the side. "I have, um, done things with my ass before…so I should adapt easily." He covers his face with his hands. "Are you okay?" you ask as you meet him at the bed, slipping your legs into the harness. "Yeah," he says and then sighs. "I'm just a bit embarrassed. Sort of a…sensitive place to be seen by another." You smile. "It's okay, it's just skin. Remember that I chose to do this with you. <<if $virgin is true>>I know I don't have experience, but I like seeing you. It's exciting, you have nothing to be embarrassed about.<<else>>You have to remember that I want this too. You're not asking too much. Sex is a vulnerable time, but we're on the same level here.<</if>>" Jun watches you in turn. <<if $insert is "yes">>His breath hitches as he watches you play with the small phallus before slipping it inside you. It feels good, fits snugly, and hits you in the right places. The combination of sensations will be incredible.<</if>> He watches hungrily as you slip the phallus into a slot on the harness and pull it tightly against you. The base of it hits just right at the front of your sex, and you can tell it will nudge you with each thrust you give to Jun. You warm the oil between your fingers as you stare Jun down. "Now, lift and spread your legs for me." Jun peeks at you from between his hands as he obeys. You guide his legs to rest against your shoulders and take a look at your feast. He looks good under you. He's hard from licking and watching you. You gently touch his entrance with oiled fingers. He jerks and moves his arms to cover his face. You gently massage the area in a steady circle, sensing that his nerves are causing him to clench up. "Jun, take a slow breath okay? Clear your mind. <<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>I understand feeling shy about this, I really do. But please trust me to provide you with the pleasure you've yearned for. It's a pleasure that I want as well.<<else>>I want you, keep thinking about that. I want to be here, I want to be inside of you…<</if>>" Jun moans and his entrance relaxes so you can slip a finger inside him. With him relaxed, it goes in easily and you begin to thrust it in and out. He finally removes his arms from his face and looks at you, already looking rapt with pleasure. "That feels so good…" he mumbles. You press harder into his ass and he arches his back and a groan. To enhance his enjoyment, you begin to tug at his dick, which is already dripping. He whines as you pump him in both places before slipping another finger inside of him. <<if $insert is "yes">>You wiggle your hips, feeling the toy inside rub you on the inside. It spurs your desire forward.<</if>> He gasps. Instinctively, he bends his knees outward, spreading his legs wider to demand more from you. You are so ready for him that you can barely stand it. Jun's ass is loosening easily, so you test a third finger. It slips in with only mild resistance. He's nearly there. You're so eager to fuck him. "Nearly ready, Jun," you warn. "I'm ready, I need it, $mc…" [[Your heart beats faster in anticipation.|5.J7vstrap3]]

You opted to use the harness so you could control your own experience the way you want. This isn't exactly something you can do with Jun right now. You put a hand up to get Jun's attention. "I appreciate that you're willing to do that, and I apologize if it's something you desire, but it isn't something I want right now." He folds his hands together, looking as if you just scolded him, though he smiles shyly. "I was curious to try it, but not if you are uncomfortable. Thank you for being upfront with me. I hope the request didn't bother you." "It's fine." You nod, trying to give him an encouraging look. "I understand that <<if $virgin is true>>it's our first time<<else>>it's your first time<</if>>. Being curious and wanting to try things is why we're here. I'm sure you will find someone to sate that desire for you in the future." He gives you a sheepish smile and nods. "I just- It means a lot that you were willing to do this with me and I care about you having fun." <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"You are very kind and considerate, I don't think I will need to worry about such things. I think it's time, don't you?"<<else>>"You are so cute, I almost can't handle it. Now, let's get started."<</if>> You point to command him to the bed He goes to the bed and sits like an obedient man, watching you carefully for direction. You look at him with ravenous hunger and begin preparing the harness and oil while he continues to watch you, nearly dropping them when you see him begin to stroke his cock. "Jun, get comfortable, <<if $virgin is true>>I am pretty sure we should prepare for the rest<<else>>I need to prep you before we keep going<</if>>. I want to be sure I don't hurt you." Jun hums an agreement but pumps himself a few more times before moving. He lays on his back, with his legs hanging off the side. "I have, um, done things with my ass before…so I should adapt easily." He covers his face with his hands. "Are you okay?" you ask as you meet him at the bed, slipping your legs into the harness. "Yeah," he says and then sighs. "I'm just a bit embarrassed. Sort of a…sensitive place to be seen by another." You smile. "It's okay, it's just skin. Remember that I chose to do this with you. <<if $virgin is true>>I know I don't have experience, but I like seeing you. It's exciting, you have nothing to be embarrassed about.<<else>>You have to remember that I want this too. You're not asking too much. Sex is a vulnerable time, but we're on the same level here.<</if>>" Jun watches you in turn. <<if $insert is "yes">>His breath hitches as he watches you play with the small phallus before slipping it inside you. It feels good, fits snugly, and hits you in the right places. The combination of sensations will be incredible.<</if>> He watches hungrily as you slip his special phallus into a slot on the harness and pull it tightly against you. The base of it hits just right at the front of your sex, and you can tell it will nudge you with each thrust you give to Jun. You warm the oil between your fingers as you stare Jun down. "Now, lift and spread your legs for me." Jun peeks at you from between his hands as he obeys. You guide his legs to rest against your shoulders and take a look at your feast. He looks good under you. He's hard from watching you and touching himself. You gently feel around his entrance with oiled fingers. He jerks and moves his arms to cover his face. You gently massage the area in a steady circle, sensing that his nerves are causing him to clench up. "Jun, take a slow breath, okay? Clear your mind. <<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>I understand feeling shy about this, I really do. But please trust me to provide you with the pleasure you've yearned for. It's a pleasure that I want as well.<<else>>I want you, keep thinking about that. I want to be here, I want to be inside of you…<</if>>" Jun moans and his entrance relaxes so you can slip a finger inside him. With him relaxed, it goes in easily and you begin to thrust it in and out. He finally removes his arms from his face and looks at you, already looking rapt with pleasure. "That feels so good…" he mumbles. You press harder into his ass and he arches his back and a groan. To enhance his enjoyment, you begin to tug at his dick, which is already dripping. He whines as you pump him in both places before slipping another finger inside of him. <<if $insert is "yes">>You wiggle your hips, feeling the toy inside rub you on the inside. It spurs your desire forward.<</if>> He gasps. Instinctively, he bends his knees outward, spreading his legs wider to demand more from you. You are so ready for him that you can barely stand it. Jun's ass is loosening easily, so you test a third finger. It slips in with only mild resistance. He's nearly there. You're so eager to fuck him. "Nearly ready, Jun," you warn. "I'm ready, I need it, $mc…" [[Your heart beats faster in anticipation.|5.J7vstrap3]]

You don't waste any time, removing your hand from Jun's body as he whines, dousing your glass dick with oil and pumping it to make it slick. Jun places his hands under his knees and pulls his legs back. His hole opens and beckons you. You line up, swirling the head of your cock at his entrance, you feel pressure against your sex from the harness and bite your lip. Jun grunts and wiggles his rear, desperate from the teasing. You grab his cock with your other hand, also slick with oil, and pump it as you press your dick to his ass. You breach the tight ring of muscles and shiver at the sight of pushing it into his body. You watch him as you slowly slide yours in. He's mumbling something over and over, gripping the sheets, with a look on his face that tells you that your cock will be his undoing. You press until you are buried to the holster, trying to resist pushing harder as the base of your toy nudges your clit. But you allow him to rest and acclimate instead. Jun subtly wiggles his hips, feeling out the new sensations. <<if $virgin is true>>You take a moment to get used to it as well. The sight alone is nearly enough to make you come undone. The harness makes you feel sexy and powerful, making you dizzy with desire.<<else>>The harness makes you feel sexy and powerful, making you dizzy with desire. Seeing how needy he is under you is a high in itself.<</if>> The urge to thrust is unreal, but you hold back and watch Jun for his okay. <<if $insert is "yes">>The toy inside you isn't helping the urges. With every motion you take, it will press into every sweet spot you have.<</if>> "Fuck, $mc…" he whines. "I had no…no idea. Playing around isn't…isn't like this. It feels so good, I think I'm going to come already…" You rub his hip with one hand as your other squeezes his cock. "<<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>I'm glad it feels good, try to wait for me if you can.<<else>>You can come when you want but just know I'm not going to slow down. I want you so badly…<</if>> But this feels so good that I don't think I'll last either…" Jun moans, urging his hips forward to press against your cock. "I'm ready, I'm ready – I need it, p-please!" You don't wait. Pulling your dick back halfway, you pop your hips forward to slide back in with a slap. You get a chill as your clit bucks against the base of the phallus. <<if $insert is "yes">>The toy hits your inner walls and you grind your hips to chase the sensation. <</if>>You watch Jun to make sure he feels good as you do it again and again and then work into a more steady rhythm. He feels and looks amazing like his ass is pulling you back in each time you pull out. Your cock shines with oil as you watch it disappear into his body over and over again. You notice when you're just a little bit inside of him that he arches his back. The tip of your dick nudges his sweet spot each time, so you angle his hips to drag your shaft along it harder. He gasps, clawing at the sheets. The urge to get your cock as far into him as you can is almost overwhelming, but the way his face twists in pleasure and his hole grips the dick when you hit that spot is too sweet to ignore. "I'm coming!" he cries suddenly, eyes meeting yours as his mouth hangs open. You pump his dick faster in your hand as you nudge his sweet spot with the head of your glass cock. Just moments later, cum shoots from his dick. It rains down on his stomach and against your hand – hot and thick. You ride on his ecstasy, pounding against him hard, sending delicious stimulation to your clit<<if $insert is "yes">>, and further pressing the phallus inside of you to your own pleasure spot<</if>>. "Me too…" you say, driving deep and fast into his ass. You push to the base and then gyrate your hips, feeling the breach of orgasm creeping up your spine. Jun continues to moan with pleasure through it all, ensuring that you stay lodged inside of him as you come, your whole body shaking. All you hear is both of you breathing hard for a few moments. A mischievous thought flutters through you as you slowly begin to pull your borrowed dick out of Jun. Once you are partway, you angle your hips and thrust back in again. Jun calls out and you see his dick weep with more cum in a long thread. You do it again, the overstimulation making you shudder. You take in Jun's form as it is prone before you at your mercy. He came so much and is covered in his seed. <<if $virgin is true>>You can't help but be a little amazed that you were able to draw this much out of his body.<<else>>You get a little shiver of excitement seeing the evidence of the pleasure you have taken in his flesh.<</if>> You finally pull out of him, though you are tempted to keep going. Jun sits up and his cum trickles down to the bedding. "Oh…I didn't think of that." As he tries to look at the mess, more spills along the linens. <<if $virgin is true>>You scratch your head. "Sorry, I didn't realize that would happen. Otherwise, I would have warned you."<<else>>Your shoulders slump. "I'm sorry, I wasn't even thinking. I was too focused on…well, you know."<</if>> Jun laughs. "It's fine. It was…wow, that was so sexy, even the messy part. Watching you…//rut// was…it was amazing…so //powerful//. You are incredible. I had no idea it could feel so //good// to share this with another person." His smile grows and you think you see his eyes water a little. "You must tell me how you liked the, um, device?" You nod. "I think it's wonderful, it felt very good for me.<<if $insert is "yes">> The insert was a great option too.<</if>> I think you could make some people very happy with it." He smiles. "I quite like the glass as the material. There are others made from different ones, but glass, even if it is more difficult to make, gives many options for design. Not to mention it is easy to clean. I will notify my friend of your review. I'd say we were very successful in all of our endeavors today." You chuckle. "Yeah, it felt very good. <<if $virgin is true>>I'm…I think I'm proud of us.<<else>> I'm so glad you enjoyed it.<</if>> I do apologize about your bedding though." "Oh no, don't apologize for that, please. It will wash, and I also learned something." He giggles, looking elated. "Um, would you…do you want to rest or have water or food? We can do anything you like, or if you want to go, that's fine." [[Relax a while with Jun.|5.J8a]] [[Go ahead and get ready to leave.|5.J8b]] [[...Ask to play around some more.|5.J8c]]

You know there will be others you can find at home or perhaps among your own travel companions. You mentally wish the man the best, but he isn't quite what you are seeking. Instead, you'll simply enjoy your time around the tavern and explore the inn a bit more. Hopefully, you can find one of your friends and make a visit to $mountname too. [[Before you go to sleep, you make plans to go to the market the next day.|5.A]]

You start your days of relaxation by simply returning to your room to try and think of what to spend your days doing. You fiddle about the room, poking through drawers before you settle your mind. The more you think about it, you really should write to your fathers. Even if you head towards home in the next ten days or so, you know they will appreciate an update. Since you are unsure of how long the next stretch of your journey will take, you are certain the letter will reach them before you would. You go back through the desk sitting under one of the windows, remembering the supplies you glimpsed earlier. Rune did tell you to make yourself at home, and you don't suppose $Rheshe is the type to leave private documents lying around. You finally find some blank parchment, ink, and a pen and set up to write. No sooner than when you've written a greeting on the page, there is a light tap at the door. You're not even sure if it was a knock. So you shrug it off as just noise in the hallway and continue to write until you hear it again. "Come in?" you reply, turning to look towards the door. It creaks open and the shadow of a man appears in the gap – Oswin. "I hope I am not bothering you, $mc…" <<if $Ostat2 is 'friends'>>You wave him in. "No, it's fine. I'm writing a quick letter to my parents, but I'm not exactly busy."<<elseif $Ostat2 is 'romantic'>>You wave him in. "No, it's fine. I'm writing a quick letter to my parents, but I'm not exactly busy. Please, don't hesitate, you can come in."<<else>>You shake your head. "I //am// writing a letter to my parents, but I'm not necessarily overwhelmed with things to do."<</if>> He finally comes in and shuts the door quietly behind him. It's been a little odd seeing him dressed down since you arrived in the city. He's wearing plain beige linen trousers and a very loose blue tunic, the laces at the chest missing. You're pretty sure that these are not Oswin's clothes – he looks a bit like a child wearing their parent's things. You must be making a face since Oswin sighs, seeming to know what's on your mind. "Rune gave me these and then confiscated all my clothing and my armor for washing. $Rcapitalheshe borrowed the tunic from one of the innkeepers." <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>You shake your head. "Rune is very…persuasive."<<else>>You snort a laugh. "Do you feel naked?"<</if>> The look he gives you is a bit pathetic. "I think you've met your match in stubbornness," you muse as you set down your pen and turn your seat around to face him. "I have to agree with you. Rune is a force when $Rheshe wants to be. We've chatted some, $Rheshe seems to be a good person, at least someone I don't mind…bending to on such matters." Oswin looks down at his feet before mumbling, "Though I'd rather do my own laundry…" Shaking your head, you gesture to another chair at a table across the room. "Would you like to sit?" Oswin stalls for a moment, staring at the chair before he plods over and grabs it. He sets it a short distance away from you – probably a bit further away than one would be for a normal conversation. <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>You smile. "You know, you don't have to be quite that far away.<<else>>You shake your head. "Do you fear that I may bite?"<</if>> He looks at you sheepishly and then scoots the chair closer, but the legs are rough upon the floor and screech in an unholy way. "Sorry," he says looking pointedly away from you. "Don't mind it. So, what brings you here?" Oswin takes a very long and deep breath. "I…uh, //owe// you." [["You owe me?"|5.O2]]

He nods. "I owe you much, but specifically…you are due a gift. It's well past your birthday after all." He gives you a soft smile. "Oh," you say, failing to hide surprise from your expression. <<if $ch5Broute is true>>"We //did// go to the shrine after all, and I didn't receive it. Even if we were a little distracted…"<<else>>"I know we didn't exactly make it to the shrine, like we agreed on, but I would say I get a pass."<</if>> Oswin nods. "I did not anticipate how…busy we would be." A weak chuckle escapes him. "What?" "I have escorted merchants and nobles all across Iroda for years now, and I have never encountered such dangers in any one trip. It's so unreal that it's almost comical. But, I can only find some humor in it now that you are safe." <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>You hum an agreement. "I also thought it was a little unreal at times. And it has certainly felt like I've been the butt of a joke."<<else>>You chuckle as well. "Well, the real joke here is that you're not even getting paid for it."<</if>> Oswin shares a kind smile with you. "It will be better from here on. I will find a way to make sure of it." "Will you send a sternly worded letter to the mountain? Make the ''god'' who cursed me pay restitution for my suffering?<<if $ch5Broute is true>> Or perhaps lecture the //bandits// who sought to rob us?<</if>>" He laughs, hardily, like he did when you were children – eyes closed and his head tipped back as his whole body shakes. Once he composes himself, he shakes his head. "If I have to, yes. I'd do it for you. You've met my mother, I learned a thing or two from her and especially that spoon…" You give him a long look as you try to figure him out.<<if $Ostat2 is 'friends'>> It's good to hear him laugh like that again though. It warms your heart.<<elseif $Ostat2 is 'romantic'>> Your heart beats harder. It's times like these where your feelings are so difficult to tame.<<else>> You just wonder what he's thinking.<</if>> Finally, Oswin sighs and begins rooting around in his pockets. His eyes go a little wide for a moment, and his hands a bit frantic, before he finally finds the right one and sighs in relief. He takes out a small box made of dark wood, a little green ribbon tied neatly around it. <<if $mc is 'Ravi'>>"Happy birthday, Ravi, my dearest…. Friend."<<else>>"Happy birthday, Ravi- uh, $mc. Sorry, I did it again. My head…my mind has been on the past a great deal."<</if>> <<if $Ostat2 is 'friends'>>You eye the little gift and feel a swell of warmth in your gut.<<elseif $Ostat2 is 'romantic'>>Your stomach does a flip at the sight of the present. You have no idea what it could be, but you already love it.<<elseif $Ostat2 is 'distant'>>The gesture is kind. It's the nature of gifts after all. You wonder if he's trying to bridge the distance between you…that's something that gifts can't do. Your affection and your friendship are not for purchase.<<elseif $Ostat2 is 'neutral'>>You eye the little gift and feel a slight swell of warmth in your gut. A kind gesture, one you suspect is meant to reach out and mend your relationship further or support the one you have now.<</if>> Oswin stays quiet as you take the gift, admiring the box for a moment. <<if $interest is 'woodin'>>You can tell by the joints alone that this is your papa's work.<<else>> It looks similar to your papa's work.<</if>> The dark wood is perfectly smooth and a bit heavy for the size of the box<<if $interest is 'woodin'>>, definitely from a fine walnut tree.<<elseif $interest is 'choppin'>>, definitely from a sturdy walnut tree.<</if>> "Your papa made the box for me…" Oswin confirms your thoughts. You nod as you slip the ribbon off the box and pop it open, setting the lid aside. A little green velvet pillow rests inside, displaying your treasure from childhood. <<if $favgift is 'earring'>>The earring you prized so highly is before your eyes and with it – a match. The long chain has been fixed, the jade baubles cleaned and shined, and a new hook has been attached. The match is identical in every way and you are almost convinced that Oswin has somehow found it.<<elseif $favgift is 'crystals'>>The two crystals that had you so enamored since you were small. Though now they are outfitted with thin metal, almost to cage them in, with hooks at the top so they can be worn as earrings or clipped to a chain necklace. They are even more radiant than you remember. The sunlight filtering through the window makes the colors dance in your palm.<<elseif $favgift is 'rat'>>The skull of a rat, but now it dawns a reinforcement of metal with two gleaming red stones in the eye sockets. A fine chain has been attached so it can be worn as a necklace. The lower jaw seems to have not made it, but the teeth of the creature have survived and have been dipped in the metal to secure them.<<elseif $favgift is 'snail'>>The perfect snail shell that you were entranced with when you were small. It looks shiny and new as if a snail friend might still be inside. The swirls of browns, white, and black are just as you remember, though now they are safely preserved in a coating of some kind, perhaps a resin. A chain is secured to it so it can be worn as a pendant.<<elseif $favgift is 'metal'>>The unusual and striking blue metal that puzzled you when you were small is now fashioned into the band of a ring. Two gleaming clear stones are inlaid on the simple band, and you think the metal itself may be a little darker than you remember.<</if>> You pick up the gift and admire it closely. As you touch it, so many memories come back. You remember finding the treasure, wondering about all the other places it had been before or if it had a whole life before it came to your hands. It has a new life now, and it's come back to you to live again. [[You start crying without realizing.|5.O2a]] {accept} [[You accept the gift with grace|5.O2b]] {accept} [[All you can do is smile.|5.O2c]] {accept} [[You do not really want this, but accept the gift to be polite like Da taught you.|5.O2d]] {reject}

Oswin is already up from his chair, his hands hovering on either side of your face like he isn't certain what to do. You're confused for a moment before you feel the damp heat streaming down your face. You wipe your cheek and stare at the glistening tears that come away from your fingers. More fall from your eyes as you look back up at Oswin. There are so many stories in his deep green eyes when he looks back at you. He remembered. <<if $Ostat2 is 'friends'>>You've been holding on to your friendship, you already decided on that and now you know beyond doubt that he is too.<<elseif $Ostat2 is 'romantic'>>You've been holding on to your friendship, you already decided on that and now you know beyond doubt that he is too. But is there something more to hold on to? Would he let you if there was? He feels this too, right?<<elseif $Ostat2 is 'distant'>>Maybe a part of him still knows your heart after all.<<elseif $Ostat2 is 'neutral'>>Maybe there's still genuine warmth between you. Something a bit beyond just cordial feelings.<</if>> Gentle and calloused hands wipe the tears from your face. Oswin smiles at you gently. "I don't know if this means you like it or not. I hope, I sincerely hope it hasn't left you with bitter feelings." You shake your head. "It's just a lot at once. I guess it just…resonated somehow." "Would you like to try it on? I- I can help you." You agree and hand him the box. <<if $favgift is 'earring'>>He gently takes each earring from the box and carefully loops them into your ears. They dangle almost to your shoulders, but they aren't very heavy.<<elseif $favgift is 'crystals'>>He gently takes each earring from the box and carefully loops them into your ears. They hang just off the lobes of your ears and are very light.<<elseif $favgift is 'rat'>>He carefully takes the chain and unhooks it to bring it around your neck. He leans in so he can peer behind you as he hooks it. The pendant hangs right between your collarbones.<<elseif $favgift is 'snail'>>He carefully takes the chain and unhooks it to bring it around your neck. He leans in so he can peer behind you as he hooks it. The pendant hangs right between your collarbones.<<elseif $favgift is 'metal'>>Grabbing the ring from the box, he takes your outstretched hand and slips the ring on your finger of choice. You're a little shocked when it fits without much fuss.<</if>> Oswin smiles as he sees you wearing the gift. "Um, you can credit Nathanael for the craftsmanship." "Really? Does he know a jewel-smith or something?" He shakes his head. "He dabbles apparently. He said that it has been a fairly frequent request to have the little baubles he sold made into something else, so he obliges. He especially enjoys jewlery, it so happens." You think back and remember just how many rings the man wears. "That…makes sense, he does have a fondness for such things." "<<if $favgift is 'earring'>>He managed to craft a replica to make the match and repair the other easily. They look brand new, but he swears the piece is very old. The stones are pure jade.<<elseif $favgift is 'crystals'>>He added the metal details himself and said the crystal is a very fine and pure type of quartz. He wasn't sure how they ended up around Stonebrook, but crystals like that are popular among the wealthy in Auster Province.<<elseif $favgift is 'rat'>>When I collected our treasure box, I found that the lower jaw didn't survive. It crumbled badly. He was able to reinforce the skull with the metalwork himself, and I had him add garnets to the eyes. I was rather impressed with how it looked.<<elseif $favgift is 'snail'>>I was worried that the shell might break if I simply had him fasten it to a necklace. He knew of some sort of resin that would encase and protect it. It's like glass, but not fragile, I've never seen anything quite like it.<<elseif $favgift is 'metal'>>He said this metal was unlike anything he had worked with before. He wasn't even sure if it was a known material. To melt and shape it into a ring, he had to find a special furnace that could get extremely hot and work very fast. But, he was able to add a couple stones. When it cooled, it was darker.<</if>>" You can't help but run your fingers along your treasure. "Thank you, Oswin. I appreciate this. It feels a little bit like retaking some of my childhood, you know?" He nods. "I…I admit that I often went back to look through our little box of goods. There were times I wanted to bring you back to the little hideaway so we could look through it again together." "Why didn't you?" He sits back down and folds his hands in his lap, staring down at them for a long moment. When his head lifts, you are shocked to see his eyes wet with unshed tears. "Because I am a fool. Because I have spent the last…ten cycles running from…everything." Oswin's face looks like he's just seen horrors untold. His eyes are far away and he looks so much smaller and so much more lost than you've ever seen. "Oswin…" [["''I need to tell you…you deserve to know what a fool I've been.''"|5.O3]]

You remain composed as you accept the gift There's a gentle and quiet sort of joy that falls over you. You watch Oswin as he watches you with a gaze that speaks of admiration. There are so many stories in his deep green eyes when he looks back at you. He remembered. <<if $Ostat2 is 'friends'>>You've been holding on to your friendship, you already decided on that and now you know beyond doubt that he is too.<<elseif $Ostat2 is 'romantic'>>You've been holding on to your friendship, you already decided on that and now you know beyond doubt that he is too. But is there something more to hold on to? Would he let you if there was? He feels this too right?<<elseif $Ostat2 is 'distant'>>Maybe a part of him still knows your heart after all.<<elseif $Ostat2 is 'neutral'>>Maybe there's still genuine warmth between you. Something a bit beyond just cordial feelings.<</if>> Oswin smiles at you kindly. "I hope this gift is a pleasant reminder of our childhood adventures." You nod. "It is. It really resonates with me." "Would you like to try it on? I- I can help you." You agree and hand him the box. <<if $favgift is 'earring'>>He gently takes each earring from the box and carefully loops them into your ears. They dangle almost to your shoulders, but they aren't very heavy.<<elseif $favgift is 'crystals'>>He gently takes each earring from the box and carefully loops them into your ears. They hang just off the lobes of your ears and are very light.<<elseif $favgift is 'rat'>>He carefully takes the chain and unhooks it to bring it around your neck. He leans in so he can peer behind you as he hooks it. The pendant hangs right between your collarbones.<<elseif $favgift is 'snail'>>He carefully takes the chain and unhooks it to bring it around your neck. He leans in so he can peer behind you as he hooks it. The pendant hangs right between your collarbones.<<elseif $favgift is 'metal'>>Grabbing the ring from the box, he takes your outstretched hand and slips the ring on your finger of choice. You're a little shocked when it fits without much fuss.<</if>> Oswin smiles as he sees you wearing the gift. "Um, you can credit Nathanael for the craftsmanship." "Really? Does he know a jewel-smith or something?" He shakes his head. "He dabbles apparently. He said that it has been a fairly frequent request to have the little baubles he sold made into something else, so he obliges. He especially enjoys jewlery, it so happens." You think back and remember just how many rings the man wears. "That…makes sense, he does have a fondness for such things." "<<if $favgift is 'earring'>>He managed to craft a replica to make the match and repair the other easily. They look brand new, but he swears the piece is very old. The stones are pure jade.<<elseif $favgift is 'crystals'>>He added the metal details himself and said the crystal is a very fine and pure type of quartz. He wasn't sure how they ended up around Stonebrook, but crystals like that are popular among the wealthy in Auster Province.<<elseif $favgift is 'rat'>>When I collected our treasure box, I found that the lower jaw didn't survive. It crumbled badly. He was able to reinforce the skull with the metalwork himself, and I had him add garnets to the eyes. I was rather impressed with how it looked.<<elseif $favgift is 'snail'>>I was worried that the shell might break if I simply had him fasten it to a necklace. He knew of some sort of resin that would encase and protect it. It's like glass, but not fragile, I've never seen anything quite like it.<<elseif $favgift is 'metal'>>He said this metal was unlike anything he had worked with before. He wasn't even sure if it was a known material. To melt and shape it into a ring, he had to find a special furnace that could get extremely hot and work very fast. But, he was able to add a couple stones. When it cooled, it was darker.<</if>>" You can't help but run your fingers along your treasure. "Thank you, Oswin. I appreciate this. It feels a little bit like retaking some of my childhood, you know?" He nods. "I…I admit that I often went back to look through our little box of goods. There were times I wanted to bring you back to the little hideaway so we could look through it again together." "Why didn't you?" He sits back down and folds his hands in his lap, staring down at them for a long moment. When his head lifts, you are shocked to see his eyes wet with unshed tears. "Because I am a fool. Because I have spent the last…ten cycles running from…everything." Oswin's face looks like he's just seen horrors untold. His eyes are far away and he looks so much smaller and so much more lost than you've ever seen. "Oswin…" [["''I need to tell you…you deserve to know what a fool I've been.''"|5.O3]]

<<set $acceptOgift to true>> A huge smile grows on your face. You almost can't believe what you're looking at. So many memories of antics and laughter fill your mind. Joy washes over you. You watch Oswin as he watches you back with a gaze that speaks of admiration. There are so many stories in his deep green eyes when he looks back at you. He remembered. <<if $Ostat2 is 'friends'>>You've been holding on to your friendship, you already decided on that and now you know beyond doubt that he is too.<<elseif $Ostat2 is 'romantic'>>You've been holding on to your friendship, you already decided on that and now you know beyond doubt that he is too. But is there something more to hold on to? Would he let you if there was? He feels this too right?<<elseif $Ostat2 is 'distant'>>Maybe a part of him still knows your heart after all.<<elseif $Ostat2 is 'neutral'>>Maybe there's still genuine warmth between you. Something a bit beyond just cordial feelings.<</if>> Oswin smiles at you kindly. "I hope this gift is a pleasant reminder of our childhood adventures." You nod. "It is. It really resonates with me." "Would you like to try it on? I- I can help you." You agree and hand him the box. <<if $favgift is 'earring'>>He gently takes each earring from the box and carefully loops them into your ears. They dangle almost to your shoulders, but they aren't very heavy.<<elseif $favgift is 'crystals'>>He gently takes each earring from the box and carefully loops them into your ears. They hang just off the lobes of your ears and are very light.<<elseif $favgift is 'rat'>>He carefully takes the chain and unhooks it to bring it around your neck. He leans in so he can peer behind you as he hooks it. The pendant hangs right between your collarbones.<<elseif $favgift is 'snail'>>He carefully takes the chain and unhooks it to bring it around your neck. He leans in so he can peer behind you as he hooks it. The pendant hangs right between your collarbones.<<elseif $favgift is 'metal'>>Grabbing the ring from the box, he takes your outstretched hand and slips the ring on your finger of choice. You're a little shocked when it fits without much fuss.<</if>> Oswin smiles as he sees you wearing the gift. "Um, you can credit Nathanael for the craftsmanship." "Really? Does he know a jewel-smith or something?" He shakes his head. "He dabbles apparently. He said that it has been a fairly frequent request to have the little baubles he sold made into something else, so he obliges. He especially enjoys jewlery, it so happens." You think back and remember just how many rings the man wears. "That…makes sense, he does have a fondness for such things." "<<if $favgift is 'earring'>>He managed to craft a replica to make the match and repair the other easily. They look brand new, but he swears the piece is very old. The stones are pure jade.<<elseif $favgift is 'crystals'>>He added the metal details himself and said the crystal is a very fine and pure type of quartz. He wasn't sure how they ended up around Stonebrook, but crystals like that are popular among the wealthy in Auster Province.<<elseif $favgift is 'rat'>>When I collected our treasure box, I found that the lower jaw didn't survive. It crumbled badly. He was able to reinforce the skull with the metalwork himself, and I had him add garnets to the eyes. I was rather impressed with how it looked.<<elseif $favgift is 'snail'>>I was worried that the shell might break if I simply had him fasten it to a necklace. He knew of some sort of resin that would encase and protect it. It's like glass, but not fragile, I've never seen anything quite like it.<<elseif $favgift is 'metal'>>He said this metal was unlike anything he had worked with before. He wasn't even sure if it was a known material. To melt and shape it into a ring, he had to find a special furnace that could get extremely hot and work very fast. But, he was able to add a couple stones. When it cooled, it was darker.<</if>>" You can't help but run your fingers along your treasure. "Thank you, Oswin. I appreciate this. It feels a little bit like retaking some of my childhood, you know?" He nods. "I…I admit that I often went back to look through the little box of goods. There were times I wanted to bring you back to our little hideaway so we could look through it again together." "Why didn't you?" He sits back down and folds his hands in his lap, staring down at them for a long moment. When his head lifts, you are shocked to see his eyes wet with unshed tears. "Because I am a fool. Because I have spent the last…ten cycles running from…everything." Oswin's face looks like he's just seen horrors untold. His eyes are far away and he looks so much smaller and so much more lost than you've ever seen. "Oswin…" [["''I need to tell you…you deserve to know what a fool I've been.''"|5.O3]]

<<set $rejectOgift to true>> You cannot help the stirring within you. You will take the gift as you can tell there is no malice behind it, but it's not something you want. [[It's because Oswin is giving it to you.|5.O2d1]] [[The reminder of your childhood is difficult.|5.O2d2]] [[It's both Oswin and the bad memories of your childhood.|5.O2d3]]

You feel shocked. After years of closing himself off, does he want to come clean? What reasons could he have and what makes them foolish? <<if $Ostat2 is 'friends'>>You're his friend, and you need to hear him out. It sounds like he needs some sort of closure, and somewhere in your heart, you probably do too.<<elseif $Ostat2 is 'romantic'>>You already decided where your feelings about him lean, and you need to hear him out. It sounds like he needs some sort of closure, and somewhere in your heart, you probably do too. There's something within him that needs healing, but you need to see the wound in order to help.<<elseif $Ostat2 is 'distant'>>There's a chasm between you both. You are curious as to why since he made it all on his own. But you cannot help but ask yourself if you even want a bridge across it. Would you rather the gap remain, or could there be a longing within you to reach across?<<elseif $Ostat2 is 'neutral'>>You already decided on a polite relationship, but you would like to hear him out. It sounds like he needs some sort of closure, and somewhere in your heart, you probably do too.<</if>> You give him a nod and your full attention. <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>"When you're ready, walk me through what you have to say. I'm listening. Take your time."<<else>>"I'll hear you out."<</if>> He takes a few deep breaths, exhaling each one through his lips in a practiced manner. "This might all sound so stupid…and, I admit…there are things I don't believe I can yet bring myself to tell you." <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"I'll be the judge on how stupid it is or isn't."<<else>>"Okay, but you gotta give me //something//, I've waited a decade for this you know."<</if>> He smiles weakly and then leans forward, supporting his arms upon the tops of his knees. "So, I have been doing a lot of, uh, reflection. Your da has been helping me- He's been trying to help me for years. I don't know what it was or when it happened, but I realized-" Oswin stops and lowers his head. His hands come up to rub and hold the back of his neck as he folds in on himself. <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>"It's okay," you say. "Just breathe again, and when you're ready keep going. Tell me in little pieces if you need to."<<else>>"You can do this," you say. "Find your strength and try again."<</if>> He lifts back up, but his eyes don't focus on you. "I just suddenly realized just how massively insecure I am – about who I am or who I could be, about what I'm capable of." He laughs derisively. "And I let that define me…for nearly 20 years." "That long?" You sit back in your chair. "What has made you feel this way?" He nods. "I- Keep in mind, ''none'' of this is your fault. <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>You're a heartfelt person. I do not want you for even a moment to think you had a hand, no matter how circumstantial, in my flawed reasoning.<<else>>You're a straightforward person, but I wanted to be sure that you- that this wouldn't come across as me trying to blame you for my flawed reasoning.<</if>> I want you to promise me that you understand that." <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"Of course," you say firmly.<<else>>"Just this once," you say with a smirk.<</if>> "Okay…." He takes a slow breath with his eyes closed before continuing. "I think- well, I //know// I have always probably been this way. In my talks with your da, and my reflections, I think I may have spiraled after you first…um." "When I got sick?" "Yes." Your stomach drops a little. "How?" "I didn't- I //couldn't// cope after seeing you like that. You were my closest friend, and then all a sudden – you were dying. You were dying right in front of my eyes, and I- I- I was…" His eyes go glossy again. "Useless." "Oswin-" "No, no – don't – you don't have to say anything. I just need you to listen." You settle. "I saw you suffering in my head at all times after that. It was in my dreams, the image of your eyes rolling back, you laying on the ground, convulsing. My mind would twist it into…evil things. In my dreams, my hands were chained and my mouth was gagged as I watched you die over and over. In other dreams, ''I'' was the one hurting you. "When it first happened that day, when you first fell, I panicked – was frozen. I was the older one – I was supposed to be bigger and stronger to fucking //do// something to help you…. Emre was the one who spurred me to carry you to get help. And that feeling sat with me, simmering in the back of my mind for years. I couldn't save you then, and as the years went by and your illness returned time and again, I was still useless. Emre was able to help. He made tonics with our father, found herbs, he found the creeping sprout – he knew how to care for you. But I- I- I'm not smart enough for those things. I've learned a lot, but I didn't understand back then. I picked the wrong herbs, I didn't prepare them correctly, and I broke the bottles for tonics. I was only good for making a mess. I couldn't protect you in the way that everyone else could." Tears run down his face. "//Useless//." You give him a hard stare and try to resist interrupting. "So if I wasn't smart enough – I would become strong enough – or so I thought. But, it became an obsession. I had to prove it to myself, to you, to my family that I could be useful. No one else but me put this pressure on my shoulders, I just //needed// to protect you and them and then everyone else too. I had to show everyone that I could save people like my father and brother did. So I trained. I worked hard and earned a great apprenticeship…and I hated it." "You don't like your profession?" "Yes and no. My master was horrendous. Cruel. I learned a lot, but I- he made me feel worse about myself, and I was so angry, but I couldn't //do// anything about it. That spilled over to you, to my own brother, to anyone else who tried to be my friend. And just recently…I feel like I've finally opened my eyes after a long sleep." "Why now?" you ask. "I don't know. Maybe the things your da and my ma have been saying all these years finally sunk in. I wanted to undo the damage I felt and that I had caused. I was an ass to you, to Emre; I took my frustrations out on people who didn't deserve it. An apology doesn't take back every time I snipped at you, every time I ignored you. A gift doesn't rebuild the bridge that I burned…I know that. But I wanted to tell you I was sorry, I wanted you to know //why// – it's not an excuse for my behavior. You never did anything wrong, and I…I cared about how you felt and what you thought of me more…more than anyone else. In truth." You examine him for a long moment. He's wrought with emotion, but his eyes are shifting around, pointedly avoiding yours. "Is that…everything?" you ask, your instincts suspicious. [[He shakes his head.|5.O4]]

"No," he says. "It is not." He still doesn't meet your eye. "Well, whi-" "I can't." He shakes his head. "Not now. I am in no position to plead with you to listen or even ask that you forgive me, but there are things…things I cannot bring myself to say right now. I must selfishly ask that you grant me this mercy." <<if $Ostat2 is 'friends'>>That makes your heart ache. It hurts you for him, but it also hurts that he is still keeping something important from you.<<elseif $Ostat2 is 'romantic'>>That makes your heart ache. It hurts you for him, but it also hurts that he is still keeping something important from you. You would like to see his heart mended.<<elseif $Ostat2 is 'distant'>>It's frustrating. He wanted to talk, but he seems to be backing down yet again after giving what is almost just crumbs.<<elseif $Ostat2 is 'neutral'>>It's a bit frustrating, but you feel a little bad that he seems to be so heavily burdened.<</if>> All you can do now is sit and think about what he has told you and what he still hasn't. You've waited long enough. "$mc…there are things…" His lips quiver and he swallows thickly. His voice cracks as he continues in a small voice. "Things that haunt me. I beg you to not think that I take joy in stringing this out. I am going to tell you everything, but it pains me. Even though I have- I am prepared that you may rather keep a distance from me, I still care about what you think of me. And I am loath to face who I really am- who I've been on the inside and the things I have done." He goes silent, leaning once again on his elbows as he stares at the floor, his black hair forming a curtain to hide behind. No matter what you feel, curiosity pokes at you, but you doubt that pleading with him will convince him to go ahead and tell you everything. Some of your questions are answered. You at least know where in time he started to change and why. But does that change anything about your feelings about your relationship? [[Oswin is still your friend.|5.O4a]] [[You definitely have romantic feelings for him, maybe you even love him.|5.O4b]] [[Oswin isn't your enemy or your friend at this point.|5.O4c]] [[There's a gap between you, and maybe it should stay that way.|5.O4d]]

<<set $Ostat3 to 'friend'>><<set $OstatCurrent to "Friends">> <<if $Ostat2 is 'friends'>>You still feel the kinship between you. That has not changed.<<elseif $Ostat2 is 'romantic'>>Perhaps you understand and know him less than you thought. You want to rethink your romantic feelings and pursue a friendship with him.<<elseif $Ostat2 is 'distant'>>The distance you felt before matters little in the face of what he just told you. Your heart is ready to cross the divide and mend your relationship.<<elseif $Ostat2 is 'neutral'>>You understand what he has told you, and you know there is more to come, but if his hand is reaching out – you will take it.<</if>> "Oswin," you start. "I don't know what all you've been through. But I hear you. I want you to know that I'm your friend in this. <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>I will be patient until you are ready to tell me the rest.<<else>>I guess I'll just have to wait until you're ready to tell me the rest. Until then, you are obligated to laugh at all my jokes.<</if>>" He smiles and shakes his head. "I am beyond happy to have you as a friend again." "Still." "Still," he repeats. "So…this feeling. Is it part of why you wanted to take me all this way?" "Not entirely. It may have played a part, but I just wanted to do it for you and your fathers too. It did give me a feeling…of being useful if I'm honest. Like I had trained all those years with that prick for a reason." "He was really that cruel?" you ask. You never learned much about Oswin's master and only knew that he was renowned for his skill. <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"Did he…did he harm you?"<<else>>"Was he bad about sharing food or something?"<</if>> He smiles ruefully. "He had a way of figuring you out and bringing you down with his words. During my first season there, I was terribly homesick. He teased me, would get me worked up, and then make me fight him. Gave me my first //real// scar, on the back of my right shoulder." <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>Your heart aches for Oswin. "That's awful! How could he be so cruel, you were still so young! There is something deeply wrong with a man like that, I have a mind to find him and set him straight myself."<<else>>You grind your teeth. "You should introduce me, I could show him<<if $interest is 'choppin'>>the blade of my axe<<elseif $interest is 'woodin'>>the business end of my chisels<<elseif $interest is 'swordin'>>the tip of my sword<<elseif $interest is 'archin'>>my finest arrowheads up close<<elseif $interest is 'healin'>>just how quickly hemlock becomes dangerous<<elseif $interest is 'tradin'>>just how sharp an ink pen is<<elseif $interest is 'cookin'>>how quickly I can //fillet// fish and //de-bone// chicken…<</if>>"<</if>> His eyes curl at the corners as he smiles. "I have always ad-appreciated how <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>tender you can be, even when you're angry.<<else>>terrifyingly passionate you can be.<</if>>" <<if $friendhurt is 'Oswin'>>You shake your head. "So, while we are on the subject of old scars…how is your side?" <<if $selfblame5 is true>>You swallow thickly.<</if>> "Oh," he says. "It's fine. Rune was able to heal it quite well. Still a little ways to go, and it hurts a bit when I move a certain way. Thankfully, the knife wasn't very large. So, do not fret over it." <<if $selfblame5 is true>>You can't help it, though. You worry your lip. <</if>>"I'm sorry it happened. Will it scar?" He nods. "Likely. Don't be sorry<<if $selfblame5 is true>>, there's guilt in your eyes, $mc, cast it out<</if>>. I do not regret this, I would take more than a knife to keep you safe. I'd do it again and again if I had to." "I couldn't ask you to do that, I didn't." "You didn't need to. I chose to." <<if $selfblame5 is true>>Tears come to your eyes unbidden and your throat constricts. <</if>>You fold your arms. "You have nothing to prove to me. I don't want you throwing yourself into harm's way because…because of what you just told me." "That's not why I did it. And I wouldn't have let anyone just get hurt like that, not when I could do something…except maybe Duri'naan." He chuckles, clearly trying to lighten the atmosphere around you. You sigh and reluctantly chuckle a little. <<if $selfblame5 is true>>"Take it from me, guilt is an infection in a wound. You must clean it out first if you are to heal."<<else>>"Do not think on it more. I am okay as are you and our new friends."<</if>> You nod. <<else>> You raise a hand. "Think nothing of it, that's just decency <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>and a bit of Papa's influence<<else>>and a bit of Da's influence<</if>>." "Definitely." Oswin pauses for a moment and seems to study you. "So, you are truly feeling better now? You look much better than before…Not to say you don't often look- you always look nice- well, not sick." He covers his face with his hand, which muffles his voice. "Do you feel okay?" You try not to laugh. "Yes, I feel wondrously better. It's a shame that we never found Rune sooner." "I thought the same. This was a bad one, $mc…I could see it. It was like…before on your birthday, violent." He runs his hands down his face. "I ''hate'' that you suffer so. If I could take this burden from your shoulders, I would." You kick him lightly in the shin. <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>"Don't speak like that. It would tear me apart to see you in such pain."<<else>>"Don't you dare speak like that. I would not wish this on you either, and I certainly do not wish to see a friend suffer."<</if>> "I apologize." "It's fine. In your shoes, I would be frustrated as well."<</if>> [[Oswin clears his throat.|5.O5]]

<<set $Ostat3 to 'romantic'>><<set $OstatCurrent to "Romantic">> <<if $Ostat2 is 'friends'>>The kinship you felt has swelled into more, and you can't ignore how your heart beats differently for him.<<elseif $Ostat2 is 'romantic'>>Your heart still yearns for his. There is no changing that right now.<<elseif $Ostat2 is 'distant'>>The distance you felt before matters little in the face of what he just told you. Your heart is ready to cross the divide and mend your relationship. Your heart has bounded across the chasm between you and clung to him.<<elseif $Ostat2 is 'neutral'>>You understand what he has told you, and you know there is more to come, but if his hand is reaching out - you will take it. You will hold on to him with all you have.<</if>> "Oswin," you start. "I don't know what all you've been through. But I hear you. I want you to know that I'm your…friend in this. You are incredibly important to me. I care about what you've been through, what you're going through, and how you can move ahead. <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>I will be patient until you are ready to tell me the rest.<<else>>I guess I'll just have to wait until you're ready to tell me the rest. Until then, you are obligated to laugh at all my jokes.<</if>>" He smiles and shakes his head. "I am beyond happy to have you as a friend again." "Still." "Still," he repeats. "So…this feeling. Is it part of why you wanted to take me all this way?" "Not entirely. It may have played a part, but I just wanted to do it for you and for your fathers too. It did give me a feeling…of being useful, if I'm honest. Like I had trained all those years with that prick for a reason. If all of that could be used to save you in some way, I'd go through a lifetime of it." "He was really so cruel?" you ask. You never learned much about Oswin's master and only knew that he was renowned for his skill.<<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"Did he…did he harm you?"<<else>>"Was he bad about sharing food or something?"<</if>> He smiles ruefully. "He had a way of figuring you out and bringing you down with his words. My first season there, I was terribly homesick. He teased me, would get me worked up and then make me fight him. Gave me my first //real// scar, on the back of my right shoulder." <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>Your heart aches for Oswin. "That's awful! How could he be so cruel, you were still so young! There is something deeply wrong with a man like that, I have a mind to find him and set him straight myself."<<else>>You grind your teeth. "You should introduce me sometime, I could show him<<if $interest is 'choppin'>>the blade of my axe<<elseif $interest is 'woodin'>>the business end of my chisels<<elseif $interest is 'swordin'>>the tip of my sword<<elseif $interest is 'archin'>>my finest arrowheads up close<<elseif $interest is 'healin'>>just how quickly hemlock becomes dangerous<<elseif $interest is 'tradin'>>just how sharp an ink pen is<<elseif $interest is 'cookin'>>how quickly I can //fillet// fish and //de-bone// chicken…<</if>>"<</if>> His eyes curl at the corners as he smiles. "I have always ad- appreciated how <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>tender you can be, even when you're angry.<<else>>terrifyingly passionate you can be.<</if>>" A soft silence falls over the two of you. You look closely at his face. He looks much better than before, like he's actually sleeping and eating well. He's less stressed even if he is going through a torrent of emotions. Your eyes lingers on his lips for a moment and then match his eyes. There's a warmth in them when he looks back at you, and you ponder if he feels the same for you that you do for him. And if he did…would he admit it? $flirt_label [[You need to tell him how you feel right now.|5.O4b1]] [[You know you should move the conversation along.|5.O4b2]]

<<set $Ostat3 to 'neural'>><<set $OstatCurrent to "Neutral">> <<if $Ostat2 is 'friends'>>You begin to think you should peel back your relationship and look at it more honestly. It may be better if he is neither your friend nor your enemy right now.<<elseif $Ostat2 is 'romantic'>>Perhaps you understand and know him less than you thought. You want to rethink your romantic feelings and pursue something else with him for now.<<elseif $Ostat2 is 'distant'>>The distance you felt before matters less in the face of what he just told you. Your heart is ready to cross the divide and mend your relationship, at least on neutral ground.<<elseif $Ostat2 is 'neutral'>>You don't feel any different, in truth.<</if>> "Oswin," you start. "I don't know what all you've been through. But I hear you. I will listen to what you have to say when you are ready to say it. <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>I will be patient until you are ready.<<else>>I guess I'll just have to wait until you're ready to tell me the rest. Until then, you are obligated to laugh at all my jokes.<</if>>" He smiles and shakes his head. "I am beyond happy to hear that." "So…this feeling. Is it part of why you wanted to take me all this way?" "Not entirely. It may have played a part, but I just wanted to do it for you and your fathers too. It did give me a feeling…of being useful if I'm honest. Like I had trained all those years with that prick for a reason." "He was really that cruel?" you ask. You never learned much about Oswin's master and only knew that he was renowned for his skill.<<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"Did he…did he harm you?"<<else>>"Was he bad about sharing food or something?"<</if>> He smiles ruefully. "He had a way of figuring you out and bringing you down with his words. My first season there, I was terribly homesick. He teased me, would get me worked up, and then make me fight him. Gave me my first //real// scar, on the back of my right shoulder." <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>Your heart aches for Oswin. "That's awful! How could he be so cruel, you were still so young! There is something deeply wrong with a man like that, I have a mind to find him and set him straight myself."<<else>>You grind your teeth. "You should introduce me sometime, I could show him<<if $interest is 'choppin'>>the blade of my axe<<elseif $interest is 'woodin'>>the business end of my chisels<<elseif $interest is 'swordin'>>the tip of my sword<<elseif $interest is 'archin'>>my finest arrowheads up close<<elseif $interest is 'healin'>>just how quickly hemlock becomes dangerous<<elseif $interest is 'tradin'>>just how sharp an ink pen is<<elseif $interest is 'cookin'>>how quickly I can //fillet// fish and //de-bone// chicken…<</if>>"<</if>> His eyes curl at the corners as he smiles. "I have always ad-appreciated how <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>tender you can be, even when you're angry.<<else>>terrifyingly passionate you can be.<</if>>" <<if $friendhurt is 'Oswin'>>You shake your head. "So, while we are on the subject of old scars…how is your side?" <<if $selfblame5 is true>>You swallow thickly.<</if>> "Oh," he says. "It's fine. Rune was able to heal it quite well. Still a little ways to go, and it hurts a bit when I move a certain way. Thankfully, the knife wasn't very large. So, do not fret over it." <<if $selfblame5 is true>>You can't help it, though. You worry your lip. <</if>>"I'm sorry it happened. Will it scar?" He nods. "Likely. Don't be sorry<<if $selfblame5 is true>>, there's guilt in your eyes, $mc, cast it out<</if>>. I do not regret this, I would take more than a knife to keep you safe. I'd do it again and again if I had to." "I couldn't ask you to do that, I didn't." "You didn't need to. I chose to." <<if $selfblame5 is true>>Tears come to your eyes unbidden and your throat constricts. <</if>>You fold your arms. "You have nothing to prove to me. I don't want you throwing yourself into harm's way because…because of what you just told me." "That's not why I did it. And I wouldn't have let anyone just get hurt like that, not when I could do something…except maybe Duri'naan." He chuckles, clearly trying to lighten the atmosphere around you. You sigh and reluctantly chuckle a little. <<if $selfblame5 is true>>"Take it from me, guilt is an infection in a wound. You must clean it out first if you are to heal."<<else>>"Do not think on it more. I am okay as are you and our new friends."<</if>> You nod.<<else>>You raise a hand. "Think nothing of it, that's just decency <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>and a bit of Papa's influence<<else>>and a bit of Da's influence<</if>>." "Definitely." Oswin pauses for a moment and seems to study you. "So, you are truly feeling better now? You look much better than before…Not to say you don't often look- you always look nice- well, not sick." He covers his face with his hand, which muffles his voice. "Do you feel okay?" You try not to laugh. "Yes, I feel wondrously better. It's a shame that we never found Rune sooner." "I thought the same. This was a bad one, $mc…I could see it. It was like…before on your birthday, violent." He runs his hands down his face. "I ''hate'' that you suffer so. If I could take this burden from your shoulders, I would." You kick him lightly in the shin. <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>"Don't speak like that. It would tear me apart to see someone else in such pain."<<else>>"Don't you dare speak like that. I would not wish this on anyone."<</if>> "I apologize." "It's fine. In your shoes, I would be frustrated as well."<</if>> [[Oswin clears his throat.|5.O5]]

<<set $Ostat3 to 'distance'>><<set $OstatCurrent to "Distant">> <<if $Ostat2 is 'friends'>>You feel a divide growing between you. How much else do you not know of him? What won't he tell you? What is the purpose of all these secrets? Should you worry about the things he will not say?<<elseif $Ostat2 is 'romantic'>>A part of your heart breaks. You feel a divide growing between you. How much else do you not know of him? What won't he tell you? What is the purpose of all these secrets? Should you worry about the things he will not say?<<elseif $Ostat2 is 'distant'>>The distance between you is still there and unmistakable. Perhaps once you know all, your feelings will change, perhaps not. Either way, you do not want or are unable to change how you feel about him right now.<<elseif $Ostat2 is 'neutral'>>Perhaps you understand and know him less than you thought. Your feelings shift and a firm gap between you opens.<</if>> "So…this feeling," you begin, "Is it part of why you wanted to take me all this way?" "Not entirely. It may have played a part, but I just wanted to do it for you and your fathers too. It did give me a feeling…of being useful if I'm honest. Like I had trained all those years with that prick for a reason." "Your master was quite cruel then?" He smiles ruefully. "He had a way of figuring you out and bringing you down with his words. During my first season there, I was terribly homesick. He teased me, would get me worked up, and then make me fight him. Gave me my first //real// scar, on the back of my right shoulder." You shake your head. No matter your feelings about Oswin, that is terrible to learn. This man was in a position of power and respect over him and abused it. "He had no business taking on any apprenticeships. He sounds vile." "There were bits and pieces of him that were…salvageable, but I am glad to no longer be at his behest…" <<if $friendhurt is 'Oswin'>>You shake your head. "So, while we are on the subject of old scars…how is your side?" <<if $selfblame5 is true>>You swallow thickly. Even if you can't bring yourself closer to Oswin, he is still a person and was still gravely wounded on your account.<</if>> "Oh," he says. "It's fine. Rune was able to heal it quite well. Still a little ways to go, and it hurts a bit when I move a certain way. Thankfully, the knife wasn't very large. So, do not fret over it." <<if $selfblame5 is true>>You can't help it, though. You worry your lip remembering all the blood he lost. <</if>>"I'm sorry it happened. Will it scar?" He nods. "Likely. Don't be sorry<<if $selfblame5 is true>>, there's guilt in your eyes, $mc, cast it out<</if>>. I do not regret this, I would take more than a knife to keep you safe. I'd do it again and again if I had to." "I couldn't ask you to do that, I didn't." "You didn't need to. I chose to." <<if $selfblame5 is true>>Your throat constricts with the very guilt he tells you to shed. <</if>>You fold your arms. "You have nothing to prove to me. I don't want you throwing yourself into harm's way because…because of what you just told me." "That's not why I did it. And I wouldn't have let anyone just get hurt like that, not when I could do something…except maybe Duri'naan." He chuckles, clearly trying to lighten the atmosphere around you. You sigh and reluctantly chuckle a little. <<if $selfblame5 is true>>"Take it from me, guilt is an infection in a wound. You must clean it out first if you are to heal."<<else>>"Do not think on it more. I am okay as are you and our new friends."<</if>> You nod.<<else>>You raise a hand. "Think nothing of it, that's just decency <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>and a bit of Papa's influence<<else>>and a bit of Da's influence<</if>>." "Definitely." Oswin pauses for a moment and seems to study you. "So, you are truly feeling better now? You look much better than before…Not to say you don't often look- you always look nice- well, not sick." He covers his face with his hand, which muffles his voice. "Do you feel okay?" You try not to laugh. "Yes, I feel wondrously better. It's a shame that we never found Rune sooner." "I thought the same. This was a bad one, $mc…I could see it. It was like…before on your birthday, violent." He runs his hands down his face. "I ''hate'' that you suffer so. If I could take this burden from your shoulders, I would." You kick him lightly in the shin. "Don't speak like that. I would not wish this on anyone." "I apologize." "It's fine. In your shoes, I would probably be frustrated as well."<</if>> [[Oswin clears his throat.|5.O5]]

With that, whether you want to or not, the conversation moves on. Oswin straightens a bit, looking more business-like in his demeanor. He remains, perhaps, slightly more relaxed than what you know to be normal, and his clothing being too big for him adds a comical flair to his attempt at shifting the mood in the room. "I think we should discuss where to go from here." "Hm, you're probably right. <<if $ch5Broute is true>>Where else do you think we should look?<<else>>Do you think we should head back into the forest and check the shrine after all?<</if>>" He shakes his head. "I am honestly not sure of anything at this point. I think it would be best to get you home though. We need to resupply, and I think it would be good for you to check in with your fathers. We took far longer than normal to reach this far than I ever expected." You suddenly realize that you do not even recall what date it is. "We left home…on the 23rd, correct?" "Yes, it's now <<if $ch5Broute is true>>47-Spring<<else>>46-Spring<</if>>." Your jaw goes slack. "Half the season is already gone…" "Do not think too much on it. We will focus on recovery and rest and then journey home." "<<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>It feels like we are no closer to a solution though and now so much time has gone.<<else>>Oh yes, silly me, I shan't worry so much about my expiration date looming ahead.<</if>>" He levels a serious look at you. "This trip is not wasted. We have learned more about your curse than we ever had before. Rune's information alone has made the trip successful. Not to mention we have made three allies all with possible resources to help." "None of them are beholden to me, Oswin. Why would they…" He shrugs. "Whatever the motivation, help is help right now. Zahn…is clearly lonely, and eager. Duri is odd…bored likely. Rune seems genuinely moved by your plight, but also simply curious. I do not tell you this to say we take advantage of their quirks but to accept what they willingly provide. Zahn and Duri are…irritating to me, but I admit they all seem like decent people. Rune is pleasant company as well." Your eyes go wide. "So…are you saying we take them all to Stonebrook?" Oswin heaves a heavy sigh. "Yes, if they are willing, which all of them – even Rune – seem to be at least for the time being. It's more mouths to feed, but all are self-sufficient in their own ways." "So what do we say when I bring three strangers to my family's doorstep to meet my parents?" "The truth, um, //except// about Duri'naan. Your da would…not take kindly to a demigod roaming his house. Your papa will not be fond of Rune either, but hiding that $Rheshe is a mage won't be possible, I imagine. But Rune, unlike Duri, is blessedly civil." You gawk back at him. You don't know if you are more shocked that he is suggesting this in the first place or that his attitude over it is positively nonchalant. "So…I just say, 'Hello Papa, hello Da, please meet these three random strangers I met on my first trip far away from home?'" He nods. "Three strangers and a wolf. Don't forget $wolf. Dov will probably be so thrilled about her that he'd ignore Duri…too bad our demigod isn't a much smaller wolf...otherwise, we could pass $Dhimher off as another pet." "All told, probably not the weirdest things I've brought home…" Oswin snorts an agreement. "Well, I will leave you to your letter, and I will finish one of my own for them. I appreciate that you've listened to what I've had to say very much. I promise I will tell you everything else in time. I just need…need to do this in pieces." "You don't need to thank me for that, Oswin, but I'm going to hold you to that. You are going to have to tell me everything.<<if $Ostat3 is 'friends'>> I can't bear you pushing me away again.<<elseif $Ostat3 is 'romantic'>> I can't bear you pushing me away again.<</if>>" "I promise. Even if it pains me, I will tell you everything." He holds your eye resolutely. [[Clasp his arm to yours to seal the promise.|5.O5a]] [[You go in for a hug.|5.O5b]] [[You give him a firm nod.|5.O5c]]

You stand and he rises to follow suit. You both hold your arms out and you clasp them together with a firm smack. "It's a promise," you affirm. "On my life and honor, it's a promise," he swears to you. [[With a promise made, you return to your task.|5.O6end]]

You stand and he rises to follow suit. You wrap your arms around him and bring him in close. He seems taken aback at first but carefully holds you in his arms. "It's a promise," you affirm. "On my life and honor, it's a promise," he swears to you. [[With a promise made, you return to your task.|5.O6end]]

You stand and he rises to follow suit. You give him a firm gaze and he returns it as you both nod once definitively. "It's a promise," you affirm. "On my life and honor, it's a promise," he swears to you. [[With a promise made, you return to your task.|5.O6end]]

<<set $rejectOgiftreason to 'Oswin'>> Your emotions are complicated. <<if $Ostat3 is 'friends'>>You decided to connect as friends again, but for some reason accepting this gift just doesn't feel right. Are you not close enough? Do you feel strangely guilty? Do you harbor discontent with him? Maybe you just need closure, to reveal the secrets he is keeping from you.<<elseif $Ostat3 is 'romantic'>>You decided to connect as friends again and you've felt him pull on your heart as more than a friend. But, for some reason, accepting this gift just doesn't feel right. Are you not close enough? Do you feel strangely guilty? Do you harbor discontent with him? Maybe you just need closure, to reveal the secrets he is keeping from you.<<elseif $Ostat3 is 'distant'>>The gap between you may just be uncrossable. Does he think that a finely crafted bauble repairs the damage that //he// caused? Does it unburn a bridge? No. It does not. It would be easier if you were strangers. You can't start anew with him, there are too many unanswered questions and hurt feelings to ignore.<<elseif $Ostat3 is 'neutral'>>You decided to not harbor specific feelings about him, but for some reason accepting this gift just doesn't feel right. Are you perhaps too neutral in your thoughts and feelings? Do you feel strangely guilty? Perhaps your neutrality is a way to fool yourself, and you are actually discontent with him? Maybe you just need closure first to decide, to reveal the secrets he is keeping from you.<</if>> Your face is polite as you close the box and set it aside on the desk. Oswin gives you a mild smile, and you're not sure if he senses your feelings about it or not. "I wanted to preserve something that was precious to you once. A reminder of our- your beginnings." "Thank you," you say simply. "Um, you can credit Nathanael for the craftsmanship." He gestures to the box. "Really? Does he know a jewel-smith or something?" He shakes his head. "He dabbles apparently. He said that it has been a fairly frequent request to have the little baubles he sold made into something else, so he obliges. He especially enjoys jewlery, it so happens." You think back and remember just how many rings the man wears. "That…makes sense, he does have a fondness for such things." "<<if $favgift is 'earring'>>He managed to craft a replica to make the match and repair the other easily. They look brand new, but he swears the piece is very old. The stones are pure jade.<<elseif $favgift is 'crystals'>>He added the metal details himself and said the crystal is a very fine and pure type of quartz. He wasn't sure how they ended up around Stonebrook, but crystals like that are popular among the wealthy in Auster Province.<<elseif $favgift is 'rat'>>When I collected our treasure box, I found that the lower jaw didn't survive. It crumbled badly. He was able to reinforce the skull with the metalwork himself, and I had him add garnets to the eyes. I was rather impressed with how it looked.<<elseif $favgift is 'snail'>>I was worried that the shell might break if I simply had him fasten it to a necklace. He knew of some sort of resin that would encase and protect it. It's like glass, but not fragile, I've never seen anything quite like it.<<elseif $favgift is 'metal'>>He said this metal was unlike anything he had worked with before. He wasn't even sure if it was a known material. To melt and shape it into a ring, he had to find a special furnace that could get extremely hot and work very fast. But, he was able to add a couple stones. When it cooled, it was darker.<</if>>" "I can appreciate such craftsmanship. I'll be sure to thank him next time I see him." He nods. "I…I admit that I often went back to look through the little box of goods. There were times I wanted to bring you back to the little hideaway so we could look through it again together." "Why didn't you?" He fidgets in the chair and folds his hands in his lap, staring down at them for a long moment. When his head lifts, you are shocked to see his eyes wet with unshed tears. "Because I am a fool. Because I have spent the last…ten cycles running from…everything." Oswin's face looks like he's just seen horrors untold. His eyes are far away and he looks so much smaller and so much more lost than you've ever seen. "Tell me…" [["''I- you deserve to know what a fool I've been.''"|5.O3]]

<<set $rejectOgiftreason to 'reminder'>> There were beautiful parts of your childhood. But part of you was robbed when you were only in your fifth year. It wasn't all bad after that, but so much of it was difficult and limiting. It's so hard to be faced with it again. There's a strange longing when you see the lovely piece, but it hurts. It reminds you of a time when you were oblivious and happy and also of a time when you were cheated. It makes you face a time when Oswin was one of your closest friends before he suddenly just wasn't. Your face is polite as you close the box and set it aside on the desk. Oswin gives you a mild smile, and you're not sure if he senses your feelings about it or not. "I wanted to preserve something that was once precious to you. A reminder of our- your beginnings. Of easier times." "Thank you," you say simply. "Um, you can credit Nathanael for the craftsmanship." He gestures to the box. "Really? Does he know a jewel-smith or something?" He shakes his head. "He dabbles apparently. He said that it has been a fairly frequent request to have the little baubles he sold made into something else, so he obliges. He especially enjoys jewlery, it so happens." You think back and remember just how many rings the man wears. "That…makes sense, he does have a fondness for such things." "<<if $favgift is 'earring'>>He managed to craft a replica to make the match and repair the other easily. They look brand new, but he swears the piece is very old. The stones are pure jade.<<elseif $favgift is 'crystals'>>He added the metal details himself and said the crystal is a very fine and pure type of quartz. He wasn't sure how they ended up around Stonebrook, but crystals like that are popular among the wealthy in Auster Province.<<elseif $favgift is 'rat'>>When I collected our treasure box, I found that the lower jaw didn't survive. It crumbled badly. He was able to reinforce the skull with the metalwork himself, and I had him add garnets to the eyes. I was rather impressed with how it looked.<<elseif $favgift is 'snail'>>I was worried that the shell might break if I simply had him fasten it to a necklace. He knew of some sort of resin that would encase and protect it. It's like glass, but not fragile, I've never seen anything quite like it.<<elseif $favgift is 'metal'>>He said this metal was unlike anything he had worked with before. He wasn't even sure if it was a known material. To melt and shape it into a ring, he had to find a special furnace that could get extremely hot and work very fast. But, he was able to add a couple stones. When it cooled, it was darker.<</if>>" "I can appreciate such craftsmanship. I'll be sure to thank him next time I see him." He nods. "I…I admit that I often went back to look through our little box of goods. There were times I wanted to bring you back to the little hideaway so we could look through it again together." "Why didn't you?" He fidgets in the chair and folds his hands in his lap, staring down at them for a long moment. When his head lifts, you are shocked to see his eyes wet with unshed tears. "Because I am a fool. Because I have spent the last…ten cycles running from…everything." Oswin's face looks like he's just seen horrors untold. His eyes are far away and he looks so much smaller and so much more lost than you've ever seen. "Tell me…" [["I- you deserve to know what a fool I've been."|5.O3]]

<<set $rejectOgiftreason to 'both'>> There were beautiful parts of your childhood. But part of you was robbed when you were only in your fifth year. It wasn't all bad after that, but so much of it was difficult. It's so hard to be faced with it again. There's a strange longing when you see the lovely piece, but it hurts. It reminds you of a time when you were oblivious and happy and also of a time when you were cheated. It makes you face a time when Oswin was one of your closest friends before he suddenly just wasn't. Your emotions about him are complicated. <<if $Ostat3 is 'friends'>>You decided to connect as friends again, but for some reason accepting this gift just doesn't feel right. Are you not close enough? Do you feel strangely guilty? Do you harbor discontent with him? Maybe you just need closure, to reveal the secrets he is keeping from you.<<elseif $Ostat3 is 'romantic'>>You decided to connect as friends again and you've felt him pull on your heart as more than a friend. But, for some reason, accepting this gift just doesn't feel right. Are you not close enough? Do you feel strangely guilty? Do you harbor discontent with him? Maybe you just need closure, to reveal the secrets he is keeping from you.<<elseif $Ostat3 is 'distant'>>The gap between you may just be uncrossable. Does he think that a finely crafted bauble repairs the damage that //he// caused? Does it unburn a bridge? No. It does not. It would be easier if you were strangers. You can't start anew with him, there are too many unanswered questions and hurt feelings to ignore.<<elseif $Ostat3 is 'neutral'>>You chose to not harbor specific feelings about him, but for some reason accepting this gift just doesn't feel right. Are you perhaps too neutral in your thoughts and feelings? Do you feel strangely guilty? Perhaps your neutrality is a way to fool yourself, and you are actually discontent with him? Maybe you just need closure first to decide, to reveal the secrets he is keeping from you.<</if>> Your face is polite as you close the box and set it aside on the desk. Oswin gives you a mild smile, and you're not sure if he senses your feelings about it or not. "I wanted to preserve something that was once precious to you. A reminder of our- your beginnings. Of easier times." "Thank you," you say simply. "Um, you can credit Nathanael for the craftsmanship." He gestures to the box. "Really? Does he know a jewel-smith or something?" He shakes his head. "He dabbles apparently. He said that it has been a fairly frequent request to have the little baubles he sold made into something else, so he obliges. He especially enjoys jewlery, it so happens." You think back and remember just how many rings the man wears. "That…makes sense, he does have a fondness for such things." "<<if $favgift is 'earring'>>He managed to craft a replica to make the match and repair the other easily. They look brand new, but he swears the piece is very old. The stones are pure jade.<<elseif $favgift is 'crystals'>>He added the metal details himself and said the crystal is a very fine and pure type of quartz. He wasn't sure how they ended up around Stonebrook, but crystals like that are popular among the wealthy in Auster Province.<<elseif $favgift is 'rat'>>When I collected our treasure box, I found that the lower jaw didn't survive. It crumbled badly. He was able to reinforce the skull with the metalwork himself, and I had him add garnets to the eyes. I was rather impressed with how it looked.<<elseif $favgift is 'snail'>>I was worried that the shell might break if I simply had him fasten it to a necklace. He knew of some sort of resin that would encase and protect it. It's like glass, but not fragile, I've never seen anything quite like it.<<elseif $favgift is 'metal'>>He said this metal was unlike anything he had worked with before. He wasn't even sure if it was a known material. To melt and shape it into a ring, he had to find a special furnace that could get extremely hot and work very fast. But, he was able to add a couple stones. When it cooled, it was darker.<</if>>" "I can appreciate such craftsmanship. I'll be sure to thank him next time I see him." He nods. "I…I admit that I often went back to look through our little box of goods. There were times I wanted to bring you back to our little hideaway so we could look through it again together." "Why didn't you?" He fidgets in the chair and folds his hands in his lap, staring down at them for a long moment. When his head lifts, you are shocked to see his eyes wet with unshed tears. "Because I am a fool. Because I have spent the last…ten cycles running from…everything." Oswin's face looks like he's just seen horrors untold. His eyes are far away and he looks so much smaller and so much more lost than you've ever seen. "Tell me…" [["I- you deserve to know what a fool I've been."|5.O3]]

<<set $youtriedin5 to true>> You know he is the right one for you. Maybe you've always known. Though he has more to tell you, you can wait patiently for it, but what you cannot wait to do is tell him how you feel. Your feelings won't change, you know that they won't. Both your head and your heart have chosen him. He feels wounded and vulnerable right now, and you do not wish to overwhelm him, so you leave your chair and kneel at his feet. Oswin looks down at you with wide eyes that are still damp. He's shocked speechless, though you can almost hear all the questions he would normally be spitting at you. [[You take his hands in yours.|5.O4b1a]] [[You hold his gaze.|5.O4b1b]]

<<if $friendhurt is 'Oswin'>>You shake your head, and clear your throat. The long pause has added a bit of awkwardness to the room, but it's nothing that can't be soothed over. "So, while we are on the subject of old scars…how is your side?" <<if $selfblame5 is true>>You swallow thickly.<</if>> "Oh," he says. "It's fine. Rune was able to heal it quite well. Still a little ways to go, and it hurts a bit when I move a certain way. Thankfully, the knife wasn't very large. So, do not fret over it." <<if $selfblame5 is true>>You can't help it, though. You worry your lip. <</if>>"I'm sorry it happened. Will it scar?" He nods. "Likely. Don't be sorry<<if $selfblame5 is true>>, there's guilt in your eyes, $mc, cast it out<</if>>. I do not regret this, I would take more than a knife to keep you safe. I'd do it again and again if I had to." "I couldn't ask you to do that, I didn't." "You didn't need to. I chose to." <<if $selfblame5 is true>>Tears come to your eyes unbidden and your throat constricts. <</if>>You fold your arms. "You have nothing to prove to me. I don't want you throwing yourself into harm's way because…because of what you just told me." "That's not why I did it. And I wouldn't have let anyone just get hurt like that, not when I could do something…except maybe Duri'naan." He chuckles, clearly trying to lighten the atmosphere around you. You sigh and reluctantly chuckle a little. <<if $selfblame5 is true>>"Take it from me, guilt is an infection in a wound. You must clean it out first if you are to heal."<<else>>"Do not think on it more. I am okay as are you and our new friends."<</if>> You nod.<<else>>You raise a hand. "Think nothing of it, that's just decency <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>and a bit of Papa's influence<<else>>and a bit of Da's influence<</if>>." "Definitely." Oswin pauses for a moment and seems to study you. "So, you are truly feeling better now? You look much better than before…Not to say you don't often look- you always look nice- well, not sick." He covers his face with his hand, which muffles his voice. "Do you feel okay?" You try not to laugh. "Yes, I feel wondrously better. It's a shame that we never found Rune sooner." "I thought the same. This was a bad one, $mc…I could see it. It was like…before on your birthday, violent." He runs his hands down his face. "I ''hate'' that you suffer so. If I could take this burden from your shoulders, I would." You kick him lightly in the shin. <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>"Don't speak like that. It would tear me apart to see you in such pain."<<else>>"Don't you dare speak like that. I would not wish this on you either, and I certainly do not wish to see a friend suffer."<</if>> "I apologize." "It's fine. In your shoes, I would be frustrated as well."<</if>> [[Oswin clears his throat.|5.O5]]

Gently grabbing his hands, you hold them in yours and rest them on his lap. You caress the top of his fingers with your thumbs as you smile at him. "I need to tell you something too," you start. His eyes jump from you to the window and then to your joined hands. His eyebrows seem to be escaping towards his hairline. "Wa-wait, $mc…" "I can't. I need to say this." "Are…are you, what I think…going to say? Um." His breathing picks up, and you feel your concern growing at his reaction. He looks scared, ready to bolt as if you are drawing a weapon and not kneeling at his feet. <<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>Your face is hot, but you press on. You feel ready now, and if you don't do this that readiness may fizzle out.<<else>>You can no longer wait no matter what his own feelings are. You must express yourself now. Strike while the iron is hot as they say.<</if>> "I care for you, Oswin. More than just-" "Stop," he pleads with a thick voice. He //pleads//. His voice sounds as if you were about to exude torture upon him. "Oswin…" "I can't hear it…I can't." Tears burst from his eyes and stream down his face. "Don't waste your heart on me, don't waste your words." "It's not a waste!" you declare, gripping his hands more firmly. "You're not allowed to tell me how I feel!" "I know…I know, and I'm not trying to. But you should know everything first." "I don't need to know everything, I know how I feel." <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>Your throat feels tight all of a sudden.<<else>>Frustration rises within you and you lock your jaw.<</if>> He sniffles. "There is nothing I want more than to hear you…hear you say what you- Nothing more… But for your own sake. $mc, I'm a monster. I have been a ''monster''. Your heart should be free of thoughts of me until you know what haunts my sleep at night. If you can do that for me, and your heart does not change, then I will hear those words and I will spend the rest of my days showing you what you mean to me." <<if $goal is 'love'>>"Is it because I am dying?" <<if $cursefatigue is 'reason'>>You suppose it's logical. Why accept feelings from a person that may not last the year?<<elseif $cursefatigue is 'suppress'>>You shove your despair deep down.<<elseif $cursefatigue is 'crying'>>You fail to completely resist the tears that flow from your eyes.<<else>>You ask with a hard edge to your voice.<</if>> He shakes his head firmly. "No, never. It is because I truly believe that you will have a full life after this. No matter what you choose to fill it with, I merely want you to make…an //informed// decision."<<else>> You go silent, releasing his hands. It's a blow. Though, you've at least seemed to confirm that he feels //something// more for you than he tries to let on. Yet, the way he speaks makes you think that something wants to eat you – bones and all. "I am sorry, $mc. I- I merely want you to make…an //informed// decision."<</if>> You straighten up and then get back into your chair. The air is thick and awkward. After a long pause, you add, <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"Let's just carry on then. There's no sense in focusing on…that."<<else>>"Now that I have firmly lodged my foot within my mouth and begun to swallow, how about we move along?"<</if>> "It's okay. Just so you know. Feel no shame about it. Let's just start again from where we were earlier." [[The room is a bit less awkward, but a silence remains.|5.O4b2]]

You look into his eyes with the utmost adoration. You hope your smile carries the way you feel to him. "I need to tell you something too," you start. His eyes jump from you to the window and then to your joined hands. His eyebrows seem to be escaping towards his hairline. "Wa-wait, $mc…" "I can't. I need to say this." "Are…are you, what I think…going to say? Um." His breathing picks up, and you feel your concern growing at his reaction. He looks scared, ready to bolt as if you are drawing a weapon and not kneeling at his feet. <<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>Your face is hot, but you press on. You feel ready now, and if you don't do this that readiness may fizzle out.<<else>>You can no longer wait no matter what his own feelings are. You must express yourself now. Strike while the iron is hot as they say.<</if>> "I care for you, Oswin. More than just-" "Stop," he pleads with a thick voice. He //pleads//. His voice sounds as if you were about to exude torture upon him. "Oswin…" "I can't hear it…I can't." Tears burst from his eyes and stream down his face. "Don't waste your heart on me, don't waste your words." "It's not a waste!" you declare, staring back with fire in your gaze. "You're not allowed to tell me how I feel!" "I know…I know, and I'm not trying to. But you should know everything first." "I don't need to know everything, I know how I feel." <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>Your throat feels close all of a sudden.<<else>>Frustration rises within you and you lock your jaw.<</if>> He sniffles. "There is nothing I want more than to hear you…hear you say what you-" His voice lowers to a near-whisper. "//Nothing// more… But for your own sake. $mc, I'm a monster. I have been a monster. Your heart should be free of thoughts of me until you know what haunts my sleep at night. If you can do that for me and your heart does not change, then I will hear those words, and I will spend the rest of my days showing you what you mean to me." <<if $goal is 'love'>>"Is it because I am dying?" <<if $cursefatigue is 'reason'>>You suppose it's logical. Why accept feelings from a person that may not last the year?<<elseif $cursefatigue is 'suppress'>>You shove your despair deep down.<<elseif $cursefatigue is 'crying'>>You fail to completely resist the tears that flow from your eyes.<<else>>You ask with a hard edge to your voice.<</if>> He shakes his head firmly. "No, never. It is because I truly believe that you will have a full life after this. No matter what you choose to fill it with, I merely want you to make…an //informed// decision."<<else>> You go silent, releasing his hands. It's a blow. Though, you've at least seemed to confirm that he feels //something// more for you than he tries to let on. Yet, the way he speaks makes you think that something wants to eat you – bones and all. "I am sorry, $mc. I- I merely want you to make…an //informed// decision."<</if>> You straighten up and then get back into your chair. The air is thick and awkward. After a long pause, you add, <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"Let's just carry on then. There's no sense in focusing on…that."<<else>>"Now that I have firmly lodged my foot within my mouth and begun to swallow, how about we move along?"<</if>> "It's okay. Just so you know. Feel no shame about it. Let's just start again from where we were earlier." [[The room is a bit less awkward, but a silence remains.|5.O4b2]]

Per the instructions in your invitation, you enter Rune's room, and find $Rhimher reclined in a chair with $Rhisher legs crossed at the knee. You are shocked that the bard is dressed down compared to the other times you've met, though you are still getting acquainted. $Rcapitalheshe has a loose and rough-hewn shirt tucked into plain brown pants with suspenders over $Rhisher shoulders. It is shocking how refined Rune still appears even while lounging so casually. $Rcapitalheshe seems lost in thought as $Rheshe taps $Rhisher fingers on $Rhisher knee. A parchment is laid out on the table. You clear your throat and Rune seems to snap from reverie. "Oh, Master Northbreaker, please make yourself comfortable. I apologize for not hearing you come in." Rune gestures to the seat across the table. You walk over and take your seat, noting that the parchment has lines written and crossed out here and there. "What are you working on?" you ask. "Lyrics; I have a tune in my head, but I can't quite find the words to go with it…" Rune taps $Rhisher chin in thought. "What sort of song is it?" A slow smile spreads upon $Rhisher lips as $Rheshe leans forward. "Why a //love// song of course," Rune says softly. [[You nod along.|5.R1a]] $flirt_label [[Something about Rune's tone makes your face warm.|5.R1b][$BoldflirtShyflirt to Math.clamp($BoldflirtShyflirt - 3, 0, 100)]] $flirt_label [[You lean forward with interest plain on your face.|5.R1c][$BoldflirtShyflirt to Math.clamp($BoldflirtShyflirt + 3, 0, 100)]]

"I suppose romantic ballads are the most popular. <<if $hobby is 'singing'>><<if $hobbycomfort is 'shy'>>I, uh, I actually do a bit of singing as well. Just for fun, of course. I'm not like how you are.<<elseif $hobbycomfort is 'bold'>>Well, perhaps you could use my insight for your song. I'm something of a singer myself.<</if>><<elseif $hobby is 'drawing'>>I don't know much about writing lyrics; I'm more of a traditional artist – paints and charcoal sing my songs for me.<<elseif $hobby is 'sculpting'>>I don't know much about writing lyrics; I'm actually a sculptor in my free time. I let clay express my heart for me.<<elseif $hobby is 'storytelling'>>I don't know much about writing lyrics specifically, though I am a writer of sorts. I prefer to tell stories directly rather than sing them.<<elseif $hobby is 'whittling'>>I don't know much about writing lyrics, but I whittle in my free time. I like to think my knives and chisels do the singing.<<elseif $hobby is 'needlework'>>I don't know much about writing lyrics, but I could stitch them into your clothes if you like. I prefer needlework to song.<</if>>" Rune leans back. "Of course. <<if $hobby is 'singing'>>It would be a delight if you could sing with me sometime, I can tell by the way you speak that there is a melody in your heart.<<else>>Even if you don't count yourself a singer, I quite like your voice. It's…there's a rapture to it. I bet you still sing delightfully.<</if>> I wouldn't mind you joining me some evening downstairs if it pleases you. Tonight even, if you are available." "Oh, well, thank you. I will consider it. <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>As long as I still feel well, I see no reason that I could not make it.<<else>>I'll try to pencil you in between naps.<</if>>" $Rcapitalheshe smiles softly. "So, we haven't been able to spend much casual time together yet. I am very pleased with your recovery. Perhaps you wouldn't mind a few questions to help me get to know you a bit better?" <<if $ReservedOutgoing > 49>>You fidget in your chair. "Oh…uh, really? You want to know about me? I don't see why not, I suppose."<<else>>You sit up straighter. "That sounds lovely, I'd also like to know more about you."<</if>> <<if $ReservedOutgoing > 49>>Rune gives you a gentle smile. "I apologize if that makes you a bit uneasy. I do promise you that I do not seek to pry, only to know you on a, let us say, a //base// level unless you feel like sharing more of course."<<else>>Rune smiles warmly. "Terrific, I had a notion that you would be game. Nothing too personal now, just the basics unless you are in a more sharing mood."<</if>> "Sure, that's fair." Rune rolls up $Rhisher parchment and sets it to the side. "Excellent timing as well, the tea should be here shortly. They always bring me a setting for two in case I'm entertaining anyway." "Do you entertain often then?" you ask. "Oh, by Casimir, no. I tend to enjoy my space when I am not performing. Occasionally one of the innkeepers joins me, and a time or two, an old friend has popped in to visit." You watch Rune for a moment. "But they still always bring you tea for two?" $Rcapitalheshe nods. "I do wonder about it, but I assume they think I am hiding company somewhere within the room, or maybe a rogue comes through my window for tea." Rune shrugs. "So, since we are getting acquainted, may I ask why you refer to me as //Master// Northbreaker? My taken name is just fine to address me…" "I was merely being polite because I'm no longer current on some noble houses in this region." <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>You still for a moment. "I'm not…I'm not a noble."<<else>>You snort ungracefully. "What about me says 'noble' exactly?"<</if>> Rune's brows crest. "You are from House Northbreaker, correct? Of Norwood Province?" "I was born around Stonebrook, here in Mahdeh. I don't know about any other Northbreakers. It's my papa's surname from his father, but Papa never met him. My grandmother did tell me that grandfather was from the north." Rune hums as $Rheshe thinks, making $Rhisher lips pout. "It's not a common name, so you must be related somehow. It was a very powerful family with lots of history in Iroda." "My fathers never told me anything of the sort. Grandmother only said that he was a simple man, kind and quiet." "What was your grandfather's forename?" You freeze. "I- I- don't know…Grandmother didn't like talking about it; she was a very stoic person, Papa told me it was hard for her." Rune worries $Rhisher lip. "I apologize for asking callously. As a child, I studied history and noble houses until my eyes bled, it just struck my curiosity to meet a member of one of the old houses." <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"It's okay, I never knew my grandfather and my grandmother has long since passed. I was just surprised."<<else>>"You're lucky I'm not a noble, imagine how I would have //guffawed// at such insolence."<</if>> <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>Rune bows $Rhisher head slightly. "You are quite gracious. I'd not be surprised to learn if you were truly of one of the great houses. Even if your upbringing was not one of gratuitous wealth, your heart still abounds with riches."<<else>>Rune suddenly snorts and then slaps a hand over $Rhisher mouth in a poor attempt to keep composure. "That was…unseemly. Tell me, do you practice such lines in case you find occasions such as these to use them?"<</if>> <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"I can't help but notice that you have quite a way with words. //You// must be from one of these noble houses then. Is that why you are so intrigued?"<<else>>"Are you always so proper? You nobles need to learn to laugh more."<</if>> Rune smiles in such a way that $Rhisher eyes almost squint. A true smile – nothing 'proper' or demure about it. "You've caught me. I //am// from a noble house in my origins, though I recused myself from those shackles a few years ago. Old habits do not break easily, but know that as I become more familiar with you, the etiquette will diminish." <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>You smile back politely. "It's not that I mind, as long as you're comfortable."<<else>>You grin. "Thank the stars for that."<</if>> [[There's a knock at the door.|5.R2]]

<<set $Rshy +=3>> Warmth fills your cheeks and your eyes can't seem to leave the smile on Rune's lips. There's something quite beautiful about the way $Rheshe smiles. You've noticed that it's different. Where the lips of others tend to curl up only out of politeness with no true feeling, Rune's smile is genuine even when $Rheshe is just being polite. Your eyes accidentally meet. Bright purple gems study you in return. More heat fills your face as you wonder how long you've been staring at Rune's lips. "Curious," Rune says. You clear your throat and respond in a small voice. "Sorry, I, uh, zoned out a bit." "Hm. Usually, when I get looks from others, it leaves me feeling distinctly…sticky. Your eyes don't do that, though. <<if $eyecolor is "brown">>Brown eyes, particularly yours, have a way of making one feel at home, I think. Safe. Though, when you concentrate, there's a focus to them that's almost…dangerous.<<elseif $eyecolor is "black">>Eyes of black are like the night sky. Where some see a frightening, unreadable abyss – others see stars. Yours seem to hold an entire cosmos…how dangerous.<<elseif $eyecolor is "hazel">>The beauty of hazel eyes is that they are not just one color. At every angle, in every light, they show you another enchanting hue. Perhaps they also show how dangerous and alluring the person behind them is.<<elseif $eyecolor is "green">>Green eyes are magical, but not in the way you might assume. They're striking but soft. Can be gentle and sinister. Feel natural or ethereal. They can even make a person seem safe or…dangerous."<<elseif $eyecolor is "blue">>There is something divine about blue eyes. Blue in the sky, the sea, in precious gems, and even in flowers. But there is nothing //quite// like blue eyes. They lure you in with peerless beauty and ensnare you with their depth…very dangerous.<<elseif $eyecolor is "amber">>Amber is a color not often seen in the eyes of humankind, even if most assume that purple is rarer. It reminds one of gold but perhaps hidden behind veils of luscious brown. Hidden riches and power behind an illusion of meekness. Amber eyes have always felt a little…wild to me, you might say dangerous.<<elseif $eyecolor is "grey">>Some say that grey is the color of wisdom, but to me, it is more than that. To me, it is storms and stones – forces and foundations of nature – pure and untameable. Something as ancient and powerful as it is…dangerous.<<else>>Purple is the rarest of all eye colors, they say, and perhaps the most beautiful, most desired of all. I confess when I look into a mirror, I don't feel those things – I'm not enchanted or drawn. But when I look at yours…I am pulled – drawn by something mystical, something…dangerous.<</if>>" "Dangerous?" "Hm, dangerous for my heart perhaps." You swallow with difficulty. Rune smiles at you for a long moment. $Rcapitalhisher gaze never flinching from yours. "Anyway, what, uh, what were we talking about? Love songs, right?" You clear your throat. "Well, I suppose romantic ballads are the most popular. <<if $hobby is 'singing'>><<if $hobbycomfort is 'shy'>>I, uh, I actually do a bit of singing as well. Just for fun, of course. I'm not like how you are.<<elseif $hobbycomfort is 'bold'>>Well, perhaps you could use my insight for your song. I'm something of a singer myself.<</if>><<elseif $hobby is 'drawing'>>I don't know much about writing lyrics; I'm more of a traditional artist - paints and charcoal sing my songs for me.<<elseif $hobby is 'sculpting'>>I don't know much about writing lyrics; I'm actually a sculptor in my free time. I let clay express my heart for me.<<elseif $hobby is 'storytelling'>>I don't know much about writing lyrics specifically, though I am a writer of sorts. I prefer to tell stories directly rather than sing them.<<elseif $hobby is 'whittling'>>I don't know much about writing lyrics, but I whittle in my free time. I like to think my knives and chisels do the singing.<<elseif $hobby is 'needlework'>>I don't know much about writing lyrics, but I could stitch them into your clothes if you like. I prefer needlework to song.<</if>>" Rune leans back. "Of course. <<if $hobby is 'singing'>>It would be a delight if you could sing with me sometime, I can tell by the way you speak that there is a melody in your heart.<<else>>Even if you don't count yourself a singer, I quite like your voice. It's…there's a rapture to it. I bet you still sing delightfully.<</if>> I wouldn't mind you joining me some evening downstairs if it pleases you. Tonight even, if you are available." "Oh, well, thank you. I will consider it. <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>As long as I still feel well, I see no reason that I could not make it.<<else>>I'll try to pencil you in between naps.<</if>>" $Rcapitalheshe smiles softly. "So, we haven't been able to spend much casual time together yet. I am very pleased with your recovery. Perhaps you wouldn't mind a few questions to help me get to know you a bit better?" <<if $ReservedOutgoing > 49>>You fidget in your chair. "Oh…uh, really? You want to know about me? I don't see why not, I suppose."<<else>>You sit up straighter. "That sounds lovely, I'd also like to know more about you."<</if>> <<if $ReservedOutgoing > 49>>Rune gives you a gentle smile. "I apologize if that makes you a bit uneasy. I do promise you that I do not seek to pry, only to know you on a, let us say, a //base// level unless you feel like sharing more of course."<<else>>Rune smiles warmly. "Terrific, I had a notion that you would be game. Nothing too personal now, just the basics unless you are in a more sharing mood."<</if>> "Sure, that's fair." Rune rolls up $Rhisher parchment and sets it to the side. "Excellent timing as well, the tea should be here shortly. They always bring me a setting for two in case I'm entertaining anyway." "Do you entertain often then?" you ask. "Oh, by Casimir, no. I tend to enjoy my space when I am not performing. Occasionally one of the innkeepers joins me, and a time or two, an old friend has popped in to visit." You watch Rune for a moment. "But they still always bring you tea for two?" $Rcapitalheshe nods. "I do wonder about it, but I assume they think I am hiding company somewhere within the room, or maybe a rogue comes through my window for tea." Rune shrugs. "So, since we are getting acquainted, may I ask why you refer to me as //Master// Northbreaker? My taken name is just fine to address me…" "I was merely being polite because I'm no longer current on some noble houses in this region." <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>You still for a moment. "I'm not…I'm not a noble."<<else>>You snort ungracefully. "What about me says 'noble' exactly?"<</if>> Rune's brows crest. "You are from House Northbreaker, correct? Of Norwood Province?" "I was born around Stonebrook, here in Mahdeh. I don't know about any other Northbreakers. It's my papa's surname from his father, but Papa never met him. My grandmother did tell me that grandfather was from the north." Rune hums as $Rheshe thinks, making $Rhisher lips pout. "It's not a common name, so you must be related somehow. It was a very powerful family with lots of history in Iroda." "My fathers never told me anything of the sort. Grandmother only said that he was a simple man, kind and quiet." "What was your grandfather's forename?" You freeze. "I- I- don't know…Grandmother didn't like talking about it; she was a very stoic person, Papa told me it was hard for her." Rune worries $Rhisher lip. "I apologize for asking callously. As a child, I studied history and noble houses until my eyes bled, it just struck my curiosity to meet a member of one of the old houses." <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"It's okay, I never knew my grandfather and my grandmother has long since passed. I was just surprised."<<else>>"You're lucky I'm not a noble, imagine how I would have //guffawed// at such insolence."<</if>> <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>Rune bows $Rhisher head slightly. "You are quite gracious. I'd not be surprised to learn if you were truly of one of the great houses. Even if your upbringing was not one of gratuitous wealth, your heart still abounds with riches."<<else>>Rune suddenly snorts and then slaps a hand over $Rhisher mouth in a poor attempt to keep composure. "That was…unseemly. Tell me, do you practice such lines in case you find occasions such as these to use them?"<</if>> <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"I can't help but notice that you have quite a way with words. //You// must be from one of these noble houses then. Is that why you are so intrigued?"<<else>>"Are you always so proper? You nobles need to learn to laugh more."<</if>> Rune smiles in such a way that $Rhisher eyes almost squint. A true smile – nothing 'proper' or demure about it. "You've caught me. I //am// from a noble house in my origins, though I recused myself from those shackles a few years ago. Old habits do not break easily, but know that as I become more familiar with you, the etiquette will diminish." <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>You smile back politely. "It's not that I mind, as long as you're comfortable."<<else>>You grin. "Thank the stars for that."<</if>> [[There's a knock at the door.|5.R2]]

<<set $Rbold +=3>> You lean forward and narrow your eyes as if you were looking at prey. Rune shifts at the motion, but watches you in turn – not with the eyes of prey, but with those of a predator of equal measure. There's challenge plain on $Rhisher face, one that is eager and hopeful that you will try. Your eyes settle upon the smile on Rune's lips. There's something quite beautiful about the way $Rheshe smiles especially. You've noticed that it's different. Where the lips of others tend to curl up only out of politeness with no true feeling, Rune's smile is genuine even when $Rheshe is just being polite. Your eyes accidentally meet. Bright purple gems study you in return. A tingle of want flits through your heart as you wonder how long you've been staring at Rune's lips. "Curious," Rune says. You lean back to relax in your chair. "Sorry, seems I got distracted for a moment." "Hm. Usually, when I get looks from others, it leaves me feeling distinctly…sticky. Your eyes don't do that, though. <<if $eyecolor is "brown">>Brown eyes, particularly yours, have a way of making one feel at home, I think. Safe. Though, when you concentrate, there's a focus to them that's almost…dangerous.<<elseif $eyecolor is "black">>Eyes of black are like the night sky. Where some see a frightening, unreadable abyss - others see stars. Yours seem to hold an entire cosmos…how dangerous.<<elseif $eyecolor is "hazel">>The beauty of hazel eyes is that they are not just one color. At every angle, in every light, they show you another enchanting color. Perhaps they also show how dangerous and alluring the person behind them is.<<elseif $eyecolor is "green">>Green eyes are magical, but not in the way you might assume. They're striking but soft. Can be gentle and sinister. Feel natural or ethereal. They can even make a person seem safe or…dangerous."<<elseif $eyecolor is "blue">>There is something divine about blue eyes. Blue in the sky, the sea, in precious gems, and even in flowers. But there is nothing //quite// like blue eyes. They lure you in with peerless beauty and ensnare you with their depth…very dangerous.<<elseif $eyecolor is "amber">>Amber is a color not often seen in the eyes of humankind, even if most assume that purple is rarer. It reminds one of gold but perhaps hidden behind veils of luscious brown. Hidden riches and power behind an illusion of meekness. Amber eyes have always felt a little…wild to me, you might say dangerous.<<elseif $eyecolor is "grey">>Some say that grey is the color of wisdom, but to me, it is more than that. To me, it is storms and stones - forces and foundations of nature - pure and untameable. Something as ancient and powerful as it is…dangerous.<<else>>Purple is the rarest of all eye colors, they say, and perhaps the most beautiful, most desired of all. I confess when I look into a mirror, I don't feel those things - I'm not enchanted or drawn. But when I look at yours…I am pulled – drawn by something mystical, something…dangerous.<</if>>" "Dangerous?" "Hm, dangerous for my heart perhaps." You swallow – trying to contain your excitement about the game that you are setting. Rune smiles at you for a long moment. $Rcapitalhisher gaze never flinching from yours. "Anyway, what were we talking about again? //Love// songs, right?" You clear your throat and grin pleasantly. "Well, I suppose romantic ballads are the most popular. <<if $hobby is 'singing'>><<if $hobbycomfort is 'shy'>>I, uh, I actually do a bit of singing as well. Just for fun, of course. I'm not like how you are.<<elseif $hobbycomfort is 'bold'>>Well, perhaps you could use my insight for your song. I'm something of a singer myself.<</if>><<elseif $hobby is 'drawing'>>I don't know much about writing lyrics; I'm more of a traditional artist - paints and charcoal sing my songs for me.<<elseif $hobby is 'sculpting'>>I don't know much about writing lyrics; I'm actually a sculptor in my free time. I let clay express my heart for me.<<elseif $hobby is 'storytelling'>>I don't know much about writing lyrics specifically, though I am a writer of sorts. I prefer to tell stories directly rather than sing them.<<elseif $hobby is 'whittling'>>I don't know much about writing lyrics, but I whittle in my free time. I like to think my knives and chisels do the singing.<<elseif $hobby is 'needlework'>>I don't know much about writing lyrics, but I could stitch them into your clothes if you like. I prefer needlework to song.<</if>>" Rune leans back. "Of course. <<if $hobby is 'singing'>>It would be a delight if you could sing with me sometime, I can tell by the way you speak that there is a melody in your heart.<<else>>Even if you don't count yourself a singer, I quite like your voice. It's…there's a rapture to it. I bet you still sing delightfully.<</if>> I wouldn't mind you joining me some evening downstairs if it pleases you. Tonight even, if you are available." "Oh, well, thank you. I will consider it. <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>As long as I still feel well, I see no reason that I could not make it.<<else>>I'll try to pencil you in between naps.<</if>>" $Rcapitalheshe smiles softly. "So, we haven't been able to spend much casual time together yet. I am very pleased with your recovery. Perhaps you wouldn't mind a few questions to help me get to know you a bit better?" <<if $ReservedOutgoing > 49>>You fidget in your chair. "Oh…uh, really? You want to know about me? I don't see why not, I suppose."<<else>>You sit up straighter. "That sounds lovely, I'd also like to know more about you."<</if>> <<if $ReservedOutgoing > 49>>Rune gives you a gentle smile. "I apologize if that makes you a bit uneasy. I do promise you that I do not seek to pry, only to know you on a, let us say, a //base// level unless you feel like sharing more of course."<<else>>Rune smiles warmly. "Terrific, I had a notion that you would be game. Nothing too personal now, just the basics unless you are in a more sharing mood."<</if>> "Sure, that's fair." Rune rolls up $Rhisher parchment and sets it to the side. "Excellent timing as well, the tea should be here shortly. They always bring me a setting for two in case I'm entertaining anyway." "Do you entertain often then?" you ask. "Oh, by Casimir, no. I tend to enjoy my space when I am not performing. Occasionally one of the innkeepers joins me, and a time or two, an old friend has popped in to visit." You watch Rune for a moment. "But they still always bring you tea for two?" $Rcapitalheshe nods. "I do wonder about it, but I assume they think I am hiding company somewhere within the room, or maybe a rogue comes through my window for tea." Rune shrugs. "So, since we are getting acquainted, may I ask why you refer to me as //Master// Northbreaker? My taken name is just fine to address me…" "I was merely being polite because I'm no longer current on some noble houses in this region." <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>You still for a moment. "I'm not…I'm not a noble."<<else>>You snort ungracefully. "What about me says 'noble' exactly?"<</if>> Rune's brows crest. "You are from House Northbreaker, correct? Of Norwood Province?" "I was born around Stonebrook, here in Mahdeh. I don't know about any other Northbreakers. It's my papa's surname from his father, but Papa never met him. My grandmother did tell me that grandfather was from the north." Rune hums as $Rheshe thinks, making $Rhisher lips pout. "It's not a common name, so you must be related somehow. It was a very powerful family with lots of history in Iroda." "My fathers never told me anything of the sort. Grandmother only said that he was a simple man, kind and quiet." "What was your grandfather's forename?" You freeze. "I- I- don't know…Grandmother didn't like talking about it; she was a very stoic person, Papa told me it was hard for her." Rune worries $Rhisher lip. "I apologize for asking callously. As a child, I studied history and noble houses until my eyes bled, it just struck my curiosity to meet a member of one of the old houses." <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"It's okay, I never knew my grandfather and my grandmother has long since passed. I was just surprised."<<else>>"You're lucky I'm not a noble, imagine how I would have //guffawed// at such insolence."<</if>> <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>Rune bows $Rhisher head slightly. "You are quite gracious. I'd not be surprised to learn if you were truly of one of the great houses. Even if your upbringing was not one of gratuitous wealth, your heart still abounds with riches."<<else>>Rune suddenly snorts and then slaps a hand over $Rhisher mouth in a poor attempt to keep composure. "That was…unseemly. Tell me, do you practice such lines in case you find occasions such as these to use them?"<</if>> <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"I can't help but notice that you have quite a way with words. //You// must be from one of these noble houses then. Is that why you are so intrigued?"<<else>>"Are you always so proper? You nobles need to learn to laugh more."<</if>> Rune smiles in such a way that $Rhisher eyes almost squint. A true smile – nothing 'proper' or demure about it. "You've caught me. I //am// from a noble house in my origins, though I recused myself from those shackles a few years ago. Old habits do not break easily, but know that as I become more familiar with you, the etiquette will diminish." <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>You smile back politely. "It's not that I mind, as long as you're comfortable."<<else>>You grin. "Thank the stars for that."<</if>> [[There's a knock at the door.|5.R2]]

Rune calls for the person at the door to enter, and a short woman with long black hair in loose waves comes in tugging a small cart behind her. She curses as the cart snags on a rug, the clatter of porcelain echoing through the room. She giggles, but the sound is strained. "Sorry, dears!" she calls as she finally frees the cart. Rune stands. "Alondra, a surprise to see you delivering tea today. Is your husband well?" "Oh, he's fine – he lost a bet, so I get to bring you and your guest tea today!" She giggles again as if she can barely contain her excitement. Rune huffs. "$mc, I would like you to meet our gracious host and the owner of this establishment, Alondra. Alondra, this is $mc Northbreaker." The innkeeper begins to set out the tea as she looks at you with doleful brown eyes. "I am so glad you and your friends are doing better. I was so worried that I'd been sick with fear. You look well, darling. Just focus on getting better, we'll take care of the rest." You smile. "Th-" "Just let me know if you need anything else." "Th-" "Or my husband, Garza. Look for a big guy, loud, usually downstairs, hair going white – he'll set you up." Alondra plots a plate of biscuits and sweets in front of you with a clatter. "Eat up, don't you worry, you're a guest of my favorite guest after all." "Than-" "Oh! And make sure you come downstairs to the tavern and get anything you want between meals. We have snacks and drinks, ales and such, you know." You pause for a moment, meeting Alondra's gaze as she smiles back at you. "Th-" "No need to be shy, dear!" She giggles, turns, and pinches Rune's cheeks. "You keep such darling company!" You watch as she drags the cart away and out the door, snagging it again on the rug and swearing in the manner your papa used to tell you was uncouth in polite company. Rune begins to pour you tea as you digest what just happened. "She's sweet," $Rheshe says. "And a bit…" "Exciteable?" "Exciteable," Rune concurs. "She and Garza are genuinely kind. They have worked hard to build this place from nothing and they give back as much as they receive." You take a few moments to settle and fix your tea with a few treats and bits of fruit. Rune does the same, and you notice $Rheshe seems to favor the sweets – little cakes garnished with fruit jams especially. "So," you start. "You asked about my 'house,' would you care to tell me about yours?" Rune dabs $Rhisher lips with a napkin. "In truth, I would prefer to not tell you specifics. As you may have guessed, I was born to a rather affluent name. I, let's say, disowned myself and took a new surname of my making. I am Lyreheart now and will be the rest of my days. It is the only name I wish to be known by." <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>"It sounds like you've had to make some difficult choices."<<else>>"Even nobles face hardships?"<</if>> "Such is life for us all in one season or another. My trials were no harder than those of anyone else, and I am not ignorant that money and influence made my journey much simpler than the paths which others walk." Rune delicately places a hand over $Rhisher chest, covering the tattoo you can see peeking from the neckline of $Rhisher shirt. The image is familiar to you, though you cannot place it. <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"I sense there's something significant about your tattoo?"<<else>>"If the stories my da told me growing up are any indication, that tattoo is probably important, no?"<</if>> [[Rune smiles warmly.|5.R3]]

"You would be correct. This mark is the sigil for Casimir, the god of destruction – second of the nine ancient ones, and loving sister of The First." You blink. "I am devoted to her, though I am well aware that the gods no longer sit upon their thrones. I'm no zealot, I promise you, but I love her as a mother." "So, are you like Zahn? Do you have a church that you are a part of?" "No, it's just me I suppose. I am not one for congregations, and historically I have a 'problematic attitude' towards authority." Rune grins and then takes a sip of tea. "If you pardon the bard pun, I only move to my own beat." "So, why the god of //destruction//?" That seems the obvious question to you. You'd expect perhaps Hayat, the god of life, given that Rune acts as a healer or perhaps some god of the arts. Rune sets $Rhisher teacup down. "I wanted to speak with you alone about that, actually." You raise a brow. "Go on…" "I worship Casimir because she saved my own life, she came to my rescue – more than once. To me, she is the god among gods." Rune pops a tiny cake in $Rhisher mouth. "Saved you? I thought the gods couldn't act upon humanity any longer…" Rune shakes $Rhisher head. "I don't understand all the nuances, but what I have learned is that there is some contingency for saving human life and maintaining the sanctity of Hayat's curse. Casimir is still active in the world, I have no way of knowing where, but she visits me for my birthday each cycle. Given your very unique predicament, I do believe she would help." You nearly jump out of your chair. "Seriously? You mean…you know a god who can end this?" "//Possibly//. I do not fully understand what is going on with you, but she is merciful, doting even. I know she would try." "So, when is your birthday? Can we find her?" Rune grimaces. "Not until the first day of winter…that is why I haven't mentioned this before." You deflate. That is so long to wait, nearly the entire cycle. Your own birthday is near the start of spring. If this didn't work, it wouldn't leave you with much time if the curse would claim you within the year. The thought of how sick you may become is one you do not wish to focus on. Rune pours you more tea. "This is also why I believe we should continue to seek a solution apart from this and use it as a last resort." You shake your head. "Is there no way you can contact her?" "I have tried. I have tried for years. I do not know if the curse prevents it or if she ignores me. Casimir has always been adamant that she is meddling too much in my life. We once spent a great deal of time together, but she left my side when she realized that she had taken my mother's place within my heart." You try to school your expectations for the moment. "So, do you have other ideas?" "Research for the moment. I will know more later, but you absorb and retain magic, much like an artifact of old. I will study such things and see where it leads." "Could I use magic then? Could you show me how?" Rune picks up a biscuit and spreads a dab of red jam onto it. $Rcapitalhisher eyes stare off for a bit. "I think it would be good for you to try. I've never seen anyone who did not already have the aptitude to learn it perform magic, but I have also never known a human to absorb magic. Perhaps it would be a way to dispel the power trapped in your body before it can hurt you." The bard sinks back into thought, absently feeding $Rhimselfherself a bite of biscuit. A smidge of jam paints the corner of $Rhisher mouth. [[Hand Rune a napkin.|5.R3a]] $flirt_label [[Try to hide your smile.|5.R3b]] $flirt_label [[Reflexively dab it away with a napkin yourself.|5.R3c][$BoldflirtShyflirt to Math.clamp($BoldflirtShyflirt - 3, 0, 100)]] $flirt_label [[Wipe it away with your thumb and have a taste.|5.R3d][$BoldflirtShyflirt to Math.clamp($BoldflirtShyflirt + 3, 0, 100)]]

Rune nods in thanks and wipes away the jam. "So," you interrupt the mage's thoughts. "How exactly does magic…//work//?" "Mm," Rune sits up, setting $Rhisher treat down and grabbing $Rhisher tea. "Excellent question to ask. One I have knowledge of, naturally, but there are still many mysteries I have no answer to." "Is it even true that magic is dwindling in the world? I always heard that growing up, but since this curse business, it feels like it is everywhere." "I see why you would call that into question. The answer is still yes. When gods still ruled us, most people could use magic. It was a rarity that one could not to some extent. I have read that it could be felt in the air. The world was steeped in it. Humans even lived much longer lives just for being around mages. What I have found, though, is that magic draws magic. I do not know if it is somehow intentional or a coincidence, that is one of the mysteries. You will draw more magic to you or those who seek it – this could be very fortuitous or extremely dangerous<<if $ch5Broute is true>>, as you have already experienced<</if>>." You take your tea with a sigh. Ironically, it seems magic is both a gift and a curse. "To answer your question on how to use it – it is simply a matter of will." "Will?" Rune nods. "Magic…has a will of its own. It almost feels alive. When you have a natural ability to wield it, magic follows you around. Mages, witches – whatever you wish to call them – command it, but it only obeys if they have the strength of heart to bend it to their wills." <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"That sounds too easy," you say.<<else>>"So that's it? You just snap your fingers and that's that?" you ask.<</if>> "It only sounds easy, I assure you. As I said, magic has a will of its own. It does not bend easily until you have mastery over yourself. As you might imagine, I was a very…willful child. A brat. But, my self-assuredness made me a natural with magic. I simply did not believe I could fail at anything, so magic listened. As I grew older and maturity gave me doubts and uncertainty, my ability actually waned." "So…if my will is great enough, if I am sure enough, do you think I could do something with this power?" Rune nods. "I want to say yes. Curse or not, the magic is there and has become a part of you. If you possess any innate ability, I think we can raise it to the surface. Perhaps you can break your own curse with the same magic that fuels it." "That would be incredible…and convenient. So, how precisely do I learn this?" "Well, we will discover a way. There is no set direction on how one wields it. Some prefer to have a more tangible catalyst, which can be spoken words, motions, alchemical mediums, or even songs. Others, such as myself, have no set medium to channel magic. I can simply will it by thinking, but at times I may use my hands as a sort of guide to my visualization. We'll test some methods to find what feels natural to you." "Is that how you healed me, by just willing it?" Rune smiles and leans forward. "I'm glad you asked. Healing is my favorite way that magic manifests, it is also the most particular. The reason that these mediums, these channels are necessary is that magic requires you to be specific – to communicate to it exactly what you want. To heal a wound, you must know how the body is supposed to be knit together. I studied anatomy at length to understand how bones and muscles are contained. Because I know what they //should// look like, I can guide the magic to spur your body to sort of correct itself." "And if one's body cannot correct the problem?" "Then the magic can only do so much. It cannot regrow a limb or cure a disease that the body is not already capable of defeating. This is also why illnesses are tricky. I can lower a fever, calm nausea, or even take away aches with magic, but if I do not understand the illness itself, I cannot use magic to stop it. Only bolster the body until it can fend off whatever ills you. But, as you have learned, this creates a great need to sustain the body. The energy required is enormous. If not performed with care, one could nearly starve themselves to death with the new demand for sustenance that magic will create." You take a few moments to absorb all that Rune has told you as you finish your snacks and tea. The prospect of wielding magic is both exciting and daunting. If it has a will of its own, then it will be like taming a wild animal, which perhaps means…it can bite. "Rune…is there a danger to me trying to learn magic? Could it…perhaps not like me or backfire?" The mage bites $Rhisher lip. "There is a risk, yes. Try to do too much, and it could essentially blow up in your face. This can happen to experienced mages if focus is lost. You must //hold// magic as you use it. There's a balance to how tight your grasp should be – enough to control but also loose enough to give it room to work. We will start very small and I will protect you, I swear." [[You will have a lot to think about in the days to come.|5.R4]]

<<set $Rflirt +=3>> <<set $Rbold +=3>> <<set $Rshy +=3>> There's something about seeing a person who is so put-together get jam on $Rhisher face… You hide your mouth with the back of your hand as Rune munches with delight. You wonder briefly about dabbing a biscuit against $Rhisher face, which only makes your smile grow as you imagine what Rune's expression would be like. Your eyes must give you away as Rune stops eating to stare at you. You hold back a snicker as you tap the side of your mouth. "Oh," Rune says, grabbing a napkin and whipping the mess. $Rcapitalheshe clears $Rhisher throat, eyes darting to the window to avoid yours. "Pardon me." "Think nothing of it." "I count it as a blessing that you aren't a stuffy nobel after all. Otherwise, I don't think I'd feel quite as comfortable as I do around you. That being said…" Rune chuckles, bringing $Rhisher biscuit back to $Rhisher lips. "I still find myself caring about what you think of me." <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"We're human. We've all had jam on our faces at one time or another, right?"<<else>>"I thought you looked rather dignified with a spot of jam. Perhaps you could start a new fashion craze?"<</if>> Rune smiles. "I like the way you think." "So," you begin to shift the subject. "How exactly does magic…//work//?" "Mm," Rune sits up, setting $Rhisher treat down and grabbing $Rhisher tea. "Excellent question to ask. One I have knowledge of, naturally, but there are still many mysteries I have no answer to." "Is it even true that magic is dwindling in the world? I always heard that growing up, but since this curse business, it feels like it is everywhere." "I see why you would call that into question. The answer is still yes. When gods still ruled us, most people could use magic. It was a rarity that one could not to some extent. I have read that it could be felt in the air. The world was steeped in it. Humans even lived much longer lives just for being around mages. What I have found, though, is that magic draws magic. I do not know if it is somehow intentional or a coincidence, that is one of the mysteries. You will draw more magic to you or those who seek it – this could be very fortuitous or extremely dangerous<<if $ch5Broute is true>>, as you have already experienced<</if>>." You take your tea with a sigh. Ironically, it seems magic is both a gift and a curse. "To answer your question on how to use it – it is simply a matter of will." "Will?" Rune nods. "Magic…has a will of its own. It almost feels alive. When you have a natural ability to wield it, magic follows you around. Mages, witches – whatever you wish to call them – command it, but it only obeys if they have the strength of heart to bend it to their wills." <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"That sounds too easy," you say.<<else>>"So that's it? You just snap your fingers and that's that?" you ask.<</if>> "It only sounds easy, I assure you. As I said, magic has a will of its own. It does not bend easily until you have mastery over yourself. As you might imagine, I was a very…willful child. A brat. But, my self-assuredness made me a natural with magic. I simply did not believe I could fail at anything, so magic listened. As I grew older and maturity gave me doubts and uncertainty, my ability actually waned." "So…if my will is great enough, if I am sure enough, do you think I could do something with this power?" Rune nods. "I want to say yes. Curse or not, the magic is there and has become a part of you. If you possess any innate ability, I think we can raise it to the surface. Perhaps you can break your own curse with the same magic that fuels it." "That would be incredible…and convenient. So, how precisely do I learn this?" "Well, we will discover a way. There is no set direction on how one wields it. Some prefer to have a more tangible catalyst, which can be spoken words, motions, alchemical mediums, or even songs. Others, such as myself, have no set medium to channel magic. I can simply will it by thinking, but at times I may use my hands as a sort of guide to my visualization. We'll test some methods to find what feels natural to you." "Is that how you healed me, by just willing it?" Rune smiles and leans forward. "I'm glad you asked. Healing is my favorite way that magic manifests, it is also the most particular. The reason that these mediums, these channels are necessary is that magic requires you to be specific – to communicate to it exactly what you want. To heal a wound, you must know how the body is supposed to be knit together. I studied anatomy at length to understand how bones and muscles are contained. Because I know what they //should// look like, I can guide the magic to spur your body to sort of correct itself." "And if one's body cannot correct the problem?" "Then the magic can only do so much. It cannot regrow a limb or cure a disease that the body is not already capable of defeating. This is also why illnesses are tricky. I can lower a fever, calm nausea, or even take away aches with magic, but if I do not understand the illness itself, I cannot use magic to stop it. Only bolster the body until it can fend off whatever ills you. But, as you have learned, this creates a great need to sustain the body. The energy required is enormous. If not performed with care, one could nearly starve themselves to death with the new demand for sustenance that magic will create." You take a few moments to absorb all that Rune has told you as you finish your snacks and tea. The prospect of wielding magic is both exciting and daunting. If it has a will of its own, then it will be like taming a wild animal, which perhaps means…it can bite. "Rune…is there a danger to me trying to learn magic? Could it…perhaps not like me or backfire?" The mage bites $Rhisher lip. "There is a risk, yes. Try to do too much, and it could essentially blow up in your face. This can happen to experienced mages if focus is lost. You must //hold// magic as you use it. There's a balance to how tight your grasp should be – enough to control but also loose enough to give it room to work. We will start very small and I will protect you, I swear." [[You will have a lot to think about in the days to come.|5.R4]]

<<set $Rflirt +=3>> <<set $Rshy +=3>> "Oh," you say as you grab your napkin and bring it to Rune's face. Gingerly you dab the mess and then fold the napkin to a clean spot so you can ensure none is left behind. You meet Rune's surprised eyes and suddenly realize just what you're doing. Your heart falters and heat gathers at the back of your neck. "//Shit//." Rune's mouth drops slightly. "Oh! No, that's not- Sorry. I mean //sorry// for doing that. And sorry for the //shit//. No, wait." You stare into the red spot on the napkin as if it will somehow save you. $Rcapitalheshe bursts into laughter. You sink into your chair. Rune slaps the table and pitches back in $Rhisher chair. After what feels like an exceedingly long moment, Rune settles, wiping moisture from the corner of $Rhisher eyes. "Oh, that was delightful, $mc. I haven't laughed like that in ages. I count it as a blessing that you aren't a stuffy noble after all. Otherwise, I don't think I'd feel quite as comfortable as I do around you. That being said…" Rune chuckles, bringing $Rhisher biscuit back to $Rhisher lips. "I apologize for laughing, but I promise that it is not to make fun. I found you quite cute and was surprised is all." <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"We're human. We've all had jam on our faces at one time or another, right?" You clear your throat as your eyes dart away from Rune.<<else>>"I thought you looked rather dignified with a spot of jam. Perhaps you could start a new fashion craze?" You clear your throat as your eyes dart away from Rune.<</if>> Rune smiles. "I like the way you think. That your immediate response was to help me – //out of a jam// – tells me a great deal about you, and it warms my heart." You smile despite your lingering embarrassment, meeting Rune's gaze as you settle. "So," you begin, to shift the subject. "How exactly does magic…//work//?" "Mm," Rune sits up, setting $Rhisher treat down and grabbing $Rhisher tea. "Excellent question to ask. One I have knowledge of, naturally, but there are still many mysteries I have no answer to." "Is it even true that magic is dwindling in the world? I always heard that growing up, but since this curse business, it feels like it is everywhere." "I see why you would call that into question. The answer is still yes. When gods still ruled us, most people could use magic. It was a rarity that one could not to some extent. I have read that it could be felt in the air. The world was steeped in it. Humans even lived much longer lives just for being around mages. What I have found, though, is that magic draws magic. I do not know if it is somehow intentional or a coincidence, that is one of the mysteries. You will draw more magic to you or those who seek it – this could be very fortuitous or extremely dangerous<<if $ch5Broute is true>>, as you have already experienced<</if>>." You take your tea with a sigh. Ironically, it seems magic is both a gift and a curse. "To answer your question on how to use it – it is simply a matter of will." "Will?" Rune nods. "Magic…has a will of its own. It almost feels alive. When you have a natural ability to wield it, magic follows you around. Mages, witches – whatever you wish to call them – command it, but it only obeys if they have the strength of heart to bend it to their wills." <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"That sounds too easy," you say.<<else>>"So that's it? You just snap your fingers and that's that?" you ask.<</if>> "It only sounds easy, I assure you. As I said, magic has a will of its own. It does not bend easily until you have mastery over yourself. As you might imagine, I was a very…willful child. A brat. But, my self-assuredness made me a natural with magic. I simply did not believe I could fail at anything, so magic listened. As I grew older and maturity gave me doubts and uncertainty, my ability actually waned." "So…if my will is great enough, if I am sure enough, do you think I could do something with this power?" Rune nods. "I want to say yes. Curse or not, the magic is there and has become a part of you. If you possess any innate ability, I think we can raise it to the surface. Perhaps you can break your own curse with the same magic that fuels it." "That would be incredible…and convenient. So, how precisely do I learn this?" "Well, we will discover a way. There is no set direction on how one wields it. Some prefer to have a more tangible catalyst, which can be spoken words, motions, alchemical mediums, or even songs. Others, such as myself, have no set medium to channel magic. I can simply will it by thinking, but at times I may use my hands as a sort of guide to my visualization. We'll test some methods to find what feels natural to you." "Is that how you healed me, by just willing it?" Rune smiles and leans forward. "I'm glad you asked. Healing is my favorite way that magic manifests, it is also the most particular. The reason that these mediums, these channels are necessary is that magic requires you to be specific – to communicate to it exactly what you want. To heal a wound, you must know how the body is supposed to be knit together. I studied anatomy at length to understand how bones and muscles are contained. Because I know what they //should// look like, I can guide the magic to spur your body to sort of correct itself." "And if one's body cannot correct the problem?" "Then the magic can only do so much. It cannot regrow a limb or cure a disease that the body is not already capable of defeating. This is also why illnesses are tricky. I can lower a fever, calm nausea, or even take away aches with magic, but if I do not understand the illness itself, I cannot use magic to stop it. Only bolster the body until it can fend off whatever ills you. But, as you have learned, this creates a great need to sustain the body. The energy required is enormous. If not performed with care, one could nearly starve themselves to death with the new demand for sustenance that magic will create." You take a few moments to absorb all that Rune has told you as you finish your snacks and tea. The prospect of wielding magic is both exciting and daunting. If it has a will of its own, then it will be like taming a wild animal, which perhaps means…it can bite. "Rune…is there a danger to me trying to learn magic? Could it…perhaps not like me or backfire?" The mage bites $Rhisher lip. "There is a risk, yes. Try to do too much, and it could essentially blow up in your face. This can happen to experienced mages if focus is lost. You must //hold// magic as you use it. There's a balance to how tight your grasp should be – enough to control but also loose enough to give it room to work. We will start very small and I will protect you, I swear." [[You will have a lot to think about in the days to come.|5.R4]]

<<set $Rflirt +=3>> <<set $Rbold +=3>> Without a word, you simply clear the sweet mess and bring it to your mouth for a taste. Rune's spoon clatters to the table as $Rheshe watches you with wide eyes. The jam is very sweet on your tongue, you gauge that it must be a mixture of different berries or perhaps Rune has $Rhisher own sweet flavor to add. "Blessed Destruction, what possessed you to do //that// of all things?" You shrug. "It was a small spot, not worth staining a napkin for, and…it looked tasty." Rune guffaws. "Well, save a step next time and just lick my face why don't you." <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>You shake your head. "Oh I don't know if that would be necessary, but I'll take it into consideration."<<else>>You nod enthusiastically. "Don't mind if I do."<</if>> Rune begins to laugh, covering $Rhisher mouth with a hand as the other slaps the table and $Rheshe pitches back in $Rhisher chair. After a long moment, Rune settles, wiping moisture from the corner of $Rhisher eyes. "Oh, that was delightful, $mc. I haven't laughed like that in ages. I count it as a blessing that you aren't a stuffy noble after all. Otherwise, I don't think I'd feel quite as comfortable as I do around you. That being said…" Rune chuckles, bringing $Rhisher biscuit back to $Rhisher lips. "Your gall should irritate me, but for some silly reason, it doesn't." <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"We're human. We've all had jam on our faces at one time or another, right?" You smirk.<<else>>"I thought you looked rather dignified with a spot of jam. Perhaps you could start a new fashion craze?" You smirk.<</if>> Rune smiles. "I like the way you think. That your immediate response was to help me in your own strange way – //out of a jam// – tells me a great deal about you, and it warms my heart, even if you are…a bit gross." You can't help but feel a little smug at Rune's response, but you allow the moment to settle. "So," you begin, to shift the subject. "How exactly does magic…//work//?" "Mm," Rune sits up, setting $Rhisher treat down and grabbing $Rhisher tea. "Excellent question to ask. One I have knowledge of, naturally, but there are still many mysteries I have no answer to." "Is it even true that magic is dwindling in the world? I always heard that growing up, but since this curse business, it feels like it is everywhere." "I see why you would call that into question. The answer is still yes. When gods ruled us, most people could use magic. It was a rarity that one could not to some extent. I have read that it could be felt in the air. The world was steeped in it. Humans even lived much longer lives just for being around mages. What I have found, though, is that magic draws magic. I do not know if it is somehow intentional or a coincidence, that is one of the mysteries. You will draw more magic to you or those who seek it – this could be very fortuitous or extremely dangerous<<if $ch5Broute is true>>, as you have already experienced<</if>>." You take your tea with a sigh. Ironically, it seems magic is both a gift and a curse. "To answer your question on how to use it – it is simply a matter of will." "Will?" Rune nods. "Magic…has a will of its own. It almost feels alive. When you have a natural ability to wield it, magic follows you around. Mages, witches – whatever you wish to call them – command it, but it only obeys if they have the strength of heart to bend it to their wills." <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"That sounds too easy," you say.<<else>>"So that's it? You just snap your fingers and that's that?" you ask.<</if>> "It only sounds easy, I assure you. As I said, magic has a will of its own. It does not bend easily until you have mastery over yourself. As you might imagine, I was a very…willful child. A brat. But, my self-assuredness made me a natural with magic. I simply did not believe I could fail at anything, so magic listened. As I grew older and maturity gave me doubts and uncertainty, my ability actually waned." "So…if my will is great enough, if I am sure enough, do you think I could do something with this power?" Rune nods. "I want to say yes. Curse or not, the magic is there and has become a part of you. If you possess any innate ability, I think we can raise it to the surface. Perhaps you can break your own curse with the same magic that fuels it." "That would be incredible…and convenient. So, how precisely do I learn this?" "Well, we will discover a way. There is no set direction on how one wields it. Some prefer to have a more tangible catalyst, which can be spoken words, motions, alchemical mediums, or even songs. Others, such as myself, have no set medium to channel magic. I can simply will it by thinking, but at times I may use my hands as a sort of guide to my visualization. We'll test some methods to find what feels natural to you." "Is that how you healed me, by just willing it?" Rune smiles and leans forward. "I'm glad you asked. Healing is my favorite way that magic manifests, it is also the most particular. The reason that these mediums, these channels are necessary is that magic requires you to be specific – to communicate to it exactly what you want. To heal a wound, you must know how the body is supposed to be knit together. I studied anatomy at length to understand how bones and muscles are contained. Because I know what they //should// look like, I can guide the magic to spur your body to sort of correct itself." "And if one's body cannot correct the problem?" "Then the magic can only do so much. It cannot regrow a limb or cure a disease that the body is not already capable of defeating. This is also why illnesses are tricky. I can lower a fever, calm nausea, or even take away aches with magic, but if I do not understand the illness itself, I cannot use magic to stop it. Only bolster the body until it can fend off whatever ills you. But, as you have learned, this creates a great need to sustain the body. The energy required is enormous. If not performed with care, one could nearly starve themselves to death with the new demand for sustenance that magic will create." You take a few moments to absorb all that Rune has told you as you finish your snacks and tea. The prospect of wielding magic is both exciting and daunting. If it has a will of its own, then it will be like taming a wild animal, which perhaps means…it can bite. "Rune…is there a danger to me trying to learn magic? Could it…perhaps not like me or backfire?" The mage bites $Rhisher lip. "There is a risk, yes. Try to do too much, and it could essentially blow up in your face. This can happen to experienced mages if focus is lost. You must //hold// magic as you use it. There's a balance to how tight your grasp should be – enough to control but also loose enough to give it room to work. We will start very small and I will protect you, I swear." [[You will have a lot to think about in the days to come.|5.R4]]

The conversation relaxes a great deal after you finish tea with Rune, though $Rheshe seems excited to begin teaching you. You note several times where $Rheshe stops $Rhimselfherself from giving you more lessons on magic and history. Rune's nature is something of a puzzle. $Rcapitalheshe is nothing like what you know of noble folk. The more Rune relaxes, the more excitable $Rheshe lets $Rhimselfherself be, yet there is always an underlying sense of the dignity $Rheshe carries. You chat a bit about Rune traveling home with you as well, and much to your surprise $Rheshe meets the idea with enthusiasm, having already discussed it with Oswin. Though you explain the modest accommodations and that your papa has a hard time with mages, Rune is not deterred. $Rcapitalheshe already seems invested in not only understanding what is happening to you but righting the injustice done to you with the curse. Before your time is up with the bard, $Rheshe invites you to come listen to $Rhisher performance at night in the lobby of the inn. [[Afterwards, you pass the time in your room until the evening.|5.2R1]]

<<set $Dsin +=3>><<set $Dflirt +=3>> You notice Duri chewing $Dhisher lip, seeming to gnash it in frustration. "Hey, Duri," you say. $Dcapitalhisher attention goes back to you, and $Dheshe gives you a forced smile. "Thank you for trying. I mean that from my heart. It's okay that you don't recognize it. I appreciate that you took this seriously for me to try and help." The smile drops from Duri's face and $Dheshe looks away. "That's…nothing. I just wanted to corner you in the washroom, $mc – surely you're not so naive." "Just the same, I'm still grateful. You're kind, sticking with us all this way." Duri folds $Dhisher arms and still will not look your way. "What can I say – you have a lovely waist. We should go, the others will be impatient." You move over into Duri's line of sight, forcing $Dhimher to look at you, and you simply smile. $Dcapitalhisher golden-brown eyes focus on you a moment before $Dhisher lips curl up slightly, and the tip of Duri's nose goes a shade darker. There's a sudden bang against the door followed by the sound of Rune's chiding tone before you hear a knock. Oswin speaks from the other side. "Is everything okay in there?" Duri's smile grows wicked as $Dheshe gestures for you to fix your clothes, which you suddenly realize you've been holding up this whole time. "Everything's fine!" $Dheshe calls back and then pauses a moment before winking at you. "Just putting ''our'' clothes back on!" "What!?" Oswin yells. You shake your head as you make for the door, throwing it open to find an audience waiting with various levels of enthusiasm. Zahn is smiling wide and leaning forward, Oswin looks absolutely beside himself, and Rune appears annoyed. As Duri comes through the door, laughing, Rune wacks $Dhimher upside the head with a firm hand. [[You suppose you should get to drawing.|5.18d]]

<<if $Zpos is true>> You sit back and stare at the ceiling.<<if $Z5fool is true>> A haze of relaxation washes over you as your body settles down from the high of pleasure.<</if>> You can't help but think about the little pilgrim more. There's worry in the back of your mind for $Zhimher. It should be only a little while before you will set out for home. What if Zahn doesn't return? What if this was $Zhisher last goodbye? There's an undeniable connection between the two of you. You don't want to say goodbye forever, especially not right now. $Zcapitalheshe wouldn't do that, right? But, Zahn seemed intent on returning to you, and you know $Zheshe isn't great at hiding things. You nod to yourself, feeling a bit reassured. Zahn will come back. <<if $Zstat5 is 'romantic'>>You feel delightfully warm about seeing $Zhimher again soon.<</if>> [[Just a few days to go until you head home.|5.E1]] <<else>> You sit back and try to relax a bit. As the moments slip by, something in your gut is unsettled. Why would Zahn wait until now to head to $Zhisher sect when it was just across the city? Sure, the distance there will be a bit significant, but all the more reason to have left sooner. The thought enters your mind that Zahn doesn't intend to come back and $Zheshe just wanted to rest at the inn before returning. That would make sense. Why not take advantage of such nice accommodations? Perhaps it is mistrust or simple curiosity, but you're still not satisfied with that conclusion… [[You decide to follow Zahn.|5.Z4]] [[You decide that you need to let it go.|5.Z3a1]] <</if>>

You mull it over in your mind for a moment and then shake your head. "No, I don't want to do that. Sorry if you're disappointed." Zahn smiles. "Don't apologize for that. I'd never take something like that personally or anything. But the offer stands if you want to mess around sometime later!" You chuckle. "I guess I'll keep that in mind then." $Zcapitalheshe jogs to the door. "I'll head out now – Rune takes tea and snacks soon, and if I'm quick I can snag a few cakes from $Rhisher tray before I go." You roll your eyes as Zahn flees the room, giggling. [[You hear a man yelp and the clatter of a metal tray shortly after.|5.Z3a]]

You mull it over in your mind for a moment and then shake your head. "No, I don't want to do that right now. Sorry if you're disappointed. I just don't think now is the right time." Zahn smiles. "Don't apologize for that. I'd never take something like that personally or anything. I can understand the timing is a little off…. We're in a strange place, you went through a lot and here I would have to run right after." Zahn rubs the back of $Zhisher neck. "I should have considered all that too. But the offer stands if you want to mess around sometime later!" You chuckle. "I guess I'll keep that in mind then." $Zcapitalheshe jogs to the door. "I'll head out now – Rune takes tea and snacks soon, and if I'm quick I can snag a few cakes from $Rhisher tray before I go." You roll your eyes as Zahn flees the room, giggling. [[You hear a man yelp and the clatter of a metal tray shortly after.|5.Z3a]]

"Well," you start. "I don't know about going that far, but what would you say to<<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>, um…just curling up for a bit. With me, but not like what you had in mind, just cuddling. Not that what you want is bad, I just-<<else>> snuggling up with me for a while instead?<</if>>" "$mc," Zahn says. "I //love// that idea!" You and Zahn get comfortable on your bed<<if $height is 'average'>> having a bit of a laugh at how much extra room there still is even with the two of you on it<<elseif $height is 'short'>> having a bit of a laugh at how much extra room there still is even with the two of you on it<</if>>. Zahn scoots close, a big smile plastered on $Zhisher lips. [[You put your arm around Zahn.|5.Z3d1]] [[Zahn pulls you in.|5.Z3d2]]

<<set $Z5fool to true>> <<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>You swallow hard, nerves fluttering around in your stomach. You avert your eyes from Zahn and nod your head. "Yeah, I think that would be fun."<<else>>A shiver of excitement goes up your spine. "That sounds like fun to me too."<</if>> You swear that Zahn's eyes practically glow. $Zcapitalheshe sheds $Zhisher cloak with alarming speed, pitching towards you with a wicked smile. "I have been dying to show you what I can do." $flirt_label $flirt_label [[You prepare for your intimate moment with Zahn.|5.Ztime1]] {Explicit} [[Fade to black.|5.Ztimefade]]

<<if $bits is true>> Zahn is cisgendered and set to $Zgen. Is kissing with lips and tongue okay? <<listbox "$kiss" autoselect>> <<option "No">> <<option "Yes">> <</listbox>> Is $mc comfortable with anal play in this situation? (This interaction will only appear for MCs who have a penis.) <<listbox "$anal" autoselect>> <<option "No">> <<option "Yes">> <</listbox>> You have $chest and a $vp. If no corrections are required, select [[Yes.|5.Ztime2]] To update, select [[No.|5.Zbits]] <<else>> Zahn is cisgendered and set to $Zgen. Make selections to guide your interactions with $Zhimher. You have: <<listbox "$chest" autoselect>> <<option "pecs">> <<option "breasts">> <</listbox>> You have a: <<listbox "$vp" autoselect>> <<option "vagina">> <<option "penis">> <</listbox>> Is kissing with lips and tongue okay? <<listbox "$kiss" autoselect>> <<option "No">> <<option "Yes">> <</listbox>> Is $mc comfortable with anal play in this situation? (This interaction will only appear for MCs who have a penis.) <<listbox "$anal" autoselect>> <<option "No">> <<option "Yes">> <</listbox>> [[Continue.|5.Ztime2]] <</if>>

True to Zahn's desire, $Zheshe shows you what $Zheshe is capable of – focusing completely on pleasing you with promises of more should you want them. As Zahn leaves, $Zheshe is clearly reluctant to go, trying to cover up the feeling by drumming up some excitement in stealing some afternoon snacks. $Zcapitalheshe bolts from the room… [[And you hear a man yelp and the clatter of a metal tray shortly after.|5.Z3a]]

Zahn pops up on $Zhisher knees, sinking into the plush of the bed. $Zcapitalheshe grins. "$mc, I really want you to feel good." <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>You tilt your head. "I did just agree to that, right?"<<else>>You snort. "Didn't we just agree to that or have you somehow hit your head and forgotten already?"<</if>> "No, well, I mean you've been through a lot. I want you just to lay back and enjoy what I can do for you." Zahn flops down so $Zheshe is on all fours, $Zhisher face coming tantalizingly close to yours. $Zcapitalheshe whispers. "Let me //please// you." You swallow. "Well, that doesn't seem fair to you, and this was your idea." Zahn bites $Zhisher lip. "Okay, well it's not like I //don't// want you to touch me. Just…//after// I'm done with you – if you still have the strength that is." "You're on." You glower. Zahn immediately straddles your legs, and you are suddenly glad you are still in your lounge clothes. <<if $Zgen is 'male'>>Your eyes drift to Zahn's groin where you find a noticeable bulge already. That seems…fast. You tuck that information away for later.<</if>> $Zcapitalheshe looks down at you with a wide smile, as if $Zheshe is looking at a feast and isn't sure where to begin. An exploratory hand lightly glides along your waist and skirts down to your hip before curling around your backside and trailing down. <<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>It feels like there is fire in your face.<<else>>Excitement kicks up your heartbeat.<</if>> Big blue eyes go to your waistband as Zahn moves $Zhisher hand to play with the tie that holds it to your hips. $Zcapitalheshe plays with the string. "I really, //really// want dessert first but maybe I should start with the appetizer," $Zheshe says as the hand pushes up under your shirt. You suck in a breath as Zahn's hands slowly glide up your skin, taking time to enjoy all your dips and ridges. Your shirt hikes up in small increments as $Zhisher hands reach for your chest. Once there, Zahn pushes your clothing up over your $chest and stares at you. <<if $Zgen is 'male'>>You feel a twitch from where Zahn's pelvis is leaning against you.<<else>>You feel Zahn unconsciously grind her pelvis against you.<</if>> Zahn groans. "Now I ''really'' don't want to leave…<<if hasVisited("3.64b")>>I tried to be good when we bathed together before, and now being able to finally touch and see you feels amazing – like a reward.<</if>>" <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"Well, you better enjoy it while you're here then." You smile. <<else>>"That just makes me want to tease you." You smirk.<</if>> The excitement is plain on Zahn's face as $Zhisher fingers encroach upon your $chest. They trace light circles upon the skin there but evade the more sensitive flesh around your nipples. Zahn watches your expression carefully while holding $Zhisher bottom lip between $Zhisher teeth. Your hands find Zahn's knees at your sides and you grab on just to do //something// with them. Finally, $Zheshe <<if $chest is "breasts">>cups your breasts, grabbing a firm handful and squeezing before gently kneading them.<<else>>palms and massages the slight mounds of your chest.<</if>> Zahn's breathing picks up noticeably as $Zheshe continues the sensual ministrations, bringing $Zhisher thumbs down to lightly stroke your nipples. You groan in approval as the tingle they create travels, the pleasure making your loins ignite. Zahn, spurred on by your reaction, continues to play with them. $Zcapitalheshe pinches them gently, rolling them between $Zhisher fingers before pulling slightly. You hiss with delight. <<if $vp is "penis">>Your dick swells in response.<<else>>Your cunt clenches in response.<</if>> Zahn meets your eyes and drags $Zhisher lip through $Zhisher teeth and then lowers to your chest. You feel little kisses peppered along your sternum and then along your ribs. <<if $chest is "breasts">>There's a slight pause before you feel Zahn's lips upon your right breast, kissing gently as $Zhisher hand massages the other side. $Zcapitalheshe work $Zhisher way up to your nipple, taking a mouthful around it to suck.<<else>>Zahn's kisses travel up along your chest before $Zheshe drags $Zhisher tongue up along our right pec, catching your nipple. $Zcapitalheshe pinches and tugs the nipple on your left as $Zhisher tongue flicks the one on the right.<</if>> Your breath hitches as the sensations dazzle your senses. Currents of pleasure jolt through your pelvis, making you squirm under Zahn. As $Zheshe continues to play with your chest, <<if $Zgen is 'male'>><<if $vp is "penis">>he straddles where your cock pushes against its confines – grinding against it with his own swollen shaft. You lift your hips to meet him, reveling in the feeling of the tease that rubbing your clothed members brings.<<else>>he grinds his clothed member against you, making you feel how swollen for you he's become, teasing you to want more. You're wet and eager, so you lift your hips to make him feel how much you want him.<</if>><<else>><<if $vp is "penis">>she straddles where your cock pushes against its confines – grinding against you with her clothed pussy. Where you have the luxury of thinner clothes, her pants are frustratingly thick. You can only barely feel out her lips with your covered cock.<<else>>she grinds her clothed pussy against you, riding you, making herself wet. You're thankful for how thin your clothes are as you feel every movement through them, but it's clear you're about to soak through.<</if>><</if>> You are in a haze as Zahn sucks and licks your nipples, going from one to the other as if $Zheshe doesn't know which tastes better. Little red marks dot your chest and a wicked smile stretches on Zahn's lips. <<if $kiss is "Yes">>$Zcapitalheshe kisses $Zhisher way up your chest, to your neck where $Zheshe gently licks and sucks a path to your mouth. Without thinking, you open for $Zhimher as a delicate pink tongue slides in. Zahn grinds hard against your pelvis as $Zheshe moans your name against your lips. Your hands fly around $Zhimher to bring $Zhimher closer. Zahn's tongue dances with your own before $Zheshe makes to nibble at and pull your bottom lip. $Zcapitalheshe pauses a moment to breathe before attacking your mouth again, holding your face gently.<<else>>$Zcapitalheshe runs $Zhisher tongue all around your $chest, flicking your nipples with just the tip to tease you. Zahn grinds hard against your pelvis and moans at the feeling. Your hands rush to grab hold of $Zhimher and pull $Zhimher close as you push your hips up in response.<</if>> Both of you pause a moment to catch your wind. Zahn sits up and fiddles with your waistband. "I think it's time for the main event." [[Zahn tugs your bottoms free of your hips.|5.Ztime3]]

Zahn is cisgendered and set to $Zgen. Make selections to guide your interactions with $Zhimher. You have: <<listbox "$chest" autoselect>> <<option "pecs">> <<option "breasts">> <</listbox>> You have a: <<listbox "$vp" autoselect>> <<option "vagina">> <<option "penis">> <</listbox>> Is kissing with lips and tongue okay? <<listbox "$kiss" autoselect>> <<option "No">> <<option "Yes">> <</listbox>> Is $mc comfortable with anal play in this situation? (This interaction will only appear for MCs who have a penis.) <<listbox "$anal" autoselect>> <<option "No">> <<option "Yes">> <</listbox>> [[Continue.|5.Ztime2]]

<<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>You yelp at the sudden shift and cover yourself with your hands.<<else>>You struggle to lift your hips in time to help Zahn.<</if>> "Whoa, sorry!" Zahn giggles, looking sheepish. "I got excited. Here, I'll join you, <<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>so don't feel shy<<else>>so I don't feel left out<</if>>." Zahn quickly undoes the buttons of $Zhisher trousers and pushes them down. $Zcapitalheshe is still a bit restricted, <<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>but at least you are not the only one exposed<<else>>but it still gives you a sight to behold<</if>>. You can't help but ogle, half out of curiosity and half out of pure lust. <<if $Zgen is 'male'>>His cock is slightly darker than the rest of his skin crowned with thin pale hair, the head flushed dark with blood.<<else>>A patch of thin pale hair crowns her petite pussy – clit dark pink and swollen with desire and lips that beckon your fingers to slide into<</if>>. But this is only a sample, you want to see Zahn with no clothing obscuring your view even a bit. $Zcapitalheshe lightly strokes $Zhimselfherself while watching you with hungry eyes. You didn't even realize that $Zheshe managed to pull your bottoms completely off. <<if $vp is "penis">>Your cock twitches.<<else>>Your pussy clenches.<</if>> Zahn wastes no more time and dives to your loins without hesitation. Zahn gently moves $Zhisher lips just barely along your <<if $vp is "penis">>shaft<<else>>clit<</if>>. You feel $Zhisher hot breath tease you. "I was just gonna use my hands. I wanted to show you how good I could make you feel just with them, so you'd come back and beg me to use my tongue next…but you look good enough to eat, and I don't want to wait that long to taste you." <<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>You're not quite sure if you have more blood in your face or your nethers, but you're both excited and embarrassed at the prospect of being devoured.<<if $virgin is true>> It's a foreign feeling to have another person in your…private space, and you're not quite sure how to react. You begin to worry about how you look, your scent, your taste. Will Zahn like doing this with you? What are you supposed to do //during//? What do you do after?<</if>><<else>>You have never been more ready to be eaten than you are now.<<if $virgin is true>> It's a foreign feeling to have another person in your…space like this. It's exciting but makes you feel delightfully vulnerable. You worry a little about how you look, smell and taste. Will Zahn like doing this with you?<</if>><</if>> Zahn grins at you as $Zheshe continues to tease with $Zhisher lips.<<if $virgin is true>> "You look like you're doing too much thinking, $mc. Just relax and I will take care of everything. Just feel it, don't think of anything else."<<else>> "Someone is looking pretty eager…just lay back and let me show you how much I appreciate you."<</if>> You do as suggested and relax, sinking in slightly to the plush pillows behind you, propped up just enough to watch Zahn's pretty blue eyes stare back from between your legs. <<if $vp is "penis">>$Zcapitalheshe raises up and presses your tip to the center of $Zhisher lips, you feel how hot and wet $Zhisher breath is and then you feel the tip of $Zhisher tongue. You groan immediately. Zahn twirls $Zhisher tongue just around the head of your shaft – you close your eyes as you get lost in the sensation. $Zcapitalheshe chuckles at your responses while gliding $Zhisher lips down your cock all the way down to your balls. Zahn is not shy or delicate in the slightest, eagerly pressing $Zhisher face into your flesh to taste, suck and devour. While $Zhisher tongue plays with your sac, $Zhisher hand works your cock, holding you in a tight grip. Your hands grip the bedding as Zahn's tongue slides along the underside of your dick. As $Zheshe repositions to sit up, $Zhisher right hand goes to your lips. You automatically open your mouth and allow Zahn to push in $Zhisher index and middle fingers. Zahn moans at the feeling as you gently suck $Zhisher fingers, wrapping your tongue around them, holding them tight with your lips as Zahn circles your cock with $Zhisher own lips. You feel the head breach into $Zhisher hot mouth, and your own mouth drops as you groan. You can't focus on Zahn's fingers as $Zhisher head bobs up and down on your cock. $Zcapitalheshe keeps his lips synced tight around you and drags $Zhisher tongue along each time $Zheshe brings you to the back of $Zhisher throat. <<if $virgin is true>>You gasp, you're about to come. Zahn suddenly releases you, and you whine as the urgent sensation abates. "Not so fast, $mc," $Zheshe says, wiping $Zhisher mouth with the back of $Zhisher hand. Your cock shines with saliva, the tip is dripping and you need to look away for fear that it will erupt just by thinking about it. Zahn allows you to cool down a moment, letting you continue to suck $Zhisher fingers as $Zheshe massages your sac with the other hand. $Zcapitalheshe watches you with a playful grin.<<else>>You gasp, and Zahn pokes $Zhisher fingers back into your mouth, so you suck them obediently. Zahn takes you to the back of $Zhisher throat over and over, pumping you through tight pink lips so fast that you have no idea how $Zheshe manages not to gag. Zahn withdraws, leaving a thick trail of saliva coating your cock. $Zcapitalheshe works $Zhisher jaw, looking like it might be a bit strained.<</if>> <<if $anal is "Yes">>Zahn bites $Zhisher bottom lip as $Zheshe removes the fingers from your mouth. While looking right into your eyes, $Zheshe parts your legs. "I don't have any oil, so I'll just use one finger, just relax – this will //really// send you off when you come." You put your trust in Zahn as you will your body to relax. $Zcapitalhisher slick finger pushes through the ring of your ass with relative ease. Zahn lowers down a little, lips nearing your cock as $Zheshe gently probes inside of you, sweeping along in search of something good. Once Zahn's tongue touches your dick, $Zheshe finds it and you jolt at the sudden pleasure. Zahh chuckles as $Zheshe begins another onslaught on your throbbing cock while pressing behind it from your hole. A myriad of sensations dance in your mind. Pulses of pleasure cascade up and down your dick, in your ass, and through your spine. The back of your head //tingles//. You stare down with your mouth hanging open as Zahn sucks the life out of you while moaning. You feel the build-up traveling up your cock, but you can't speak so you try to fervently smack the bed and claw the sheets to signal. Zahn does not stop. $Zcapitalheshe takes your cock to the hilt, working your hole with $Zhisher hand, making you see stars. You call out as you come, instinctively thrusting against Zahn's throat as $Zheshe takes your load.<<else>>Zahn bites $hisher bottom lip as $Zheshe removes the fingers from your mouth. While looking right into your eyes, $Zheshe puts them into $Zhisher own mouth and sucks them before moving them to $Zhisher loins to begin stroking $Zhimselfherself. "You are unbelievably sexy. I wish we would have done this sooner." Zahn lowers down a little, lips nearing your cock as $Zheshe gently strokes $Zhimselfherself. Once Zahn's tongue touches your dick, you jolt at the sudden pleasure. Zahh chuckles as $Zheshe begins another onslaught on your throbbing cock, locking $Zhisher lips even tighter around you. You're throbbing for release. A myriad of sensations dance in your mind. Pulses of pleasure cascade up and down your dick, that surge, that need for it to burst becoming an ever-present demand. The back of your head //tingles//. You stare down with your mouth hanging open as Zahn sucks the life out of you while moaning and pleasuring $Zhimselfherself at the same time. You feel the build-up traveling up your cock, but you can't speak so you try to fervently smack the bed and claw the sheets to signal. Zahn does not stop. $Zcapitalheshe takes your cock to the hilt, your head slipping down $Zhisher throat, making you see stars. You call out as you come, instinctively thrusting against Zahn's throat as $Zheshe takes your load – swallowing. <</if>> <<else>> $Zcapitalheshe raises up and presses $Zhisher lips right against your swollen clit, you feel how hot and wet $Zhisher breath is and then you feel the tip of $Zhisher tongue just barely teasing you. You groan immediately. Zahn twirls $Zhisher tongue just around, gently parting your lips with two fingers – you close your eyes as you get lost in the sensation. $Zcapitalheshe chuckles at your responses while gliding $Zhisher tongue down your divide to your tight entrance. Zahn is not shy or delicate in the slightest, eagerly pressing $Zhisher face into your flesh to taste, lick, and devour. While $Zhisher tongue darts around your hole, $Zhisher hand works your clit, holding your hips to keep you spread open. Your hands grip the bedding as Zahn's tongue slides inside of you as deep as $Zheshe can get. With head nestled between your thighs, $Zhisher right hand goes to your mouth. You automatically open and allow Zahn to push in $Zhisher index and middle fingers. Zahn moans against your pussy at the feeling as you gently suck $Zhisher fingers, wrapping your tongue around them, holding them tight with your lips as Zahns circles your clit with $Zhisher own lips. You feel the swollen bud breach into $Zhisher hot mouth, holding it firmly in $Zhisher lips, and your own mouth drops as you groan. You can't focus on Zahn's fingers as $Zheshe suckles at your nerve point, tapping the underside with the tip of $Zhisher tongue. $Zcapitalheshe works $Zhisher way down to your hole again, pushing inside with $Zhisher tongue as $Zhisher fingers find your clit again. <<if $virgin is true>>You gasp, you're about to come. Zahn suddenly releases you, and you whine as the urgent sensation abates. "Not so fast, $mc," $Zheshe says wiping $Zhisher mouth with the back of $Zhisher hand. You suddenly realize how tremendously wet you are, unsure if it is all you or not. The sight of Zahn's wet lips makes you dizzy. $Zcapitalheshe allows you to cool down a moment, letting you continue to suck $Zhisher fingers as $Zheshe massages your cunt lightly with the other hand. $Zcapitalheshe watches you with a playful grin. <<else>>You gasp, and Zahn pokes $Zhisher fingers back into your mouth, so you suck them obediently. Zahn dives back and forth between your clit and your entrance over and over with an eager tongue. First testing the nerves at the top and then dragging the sensation down to your hole, sending shockwaves up your back. $Zcapitalheshe pulls away and works $Zhisher jaw, looking like it might be a bit strained.<</if>> Zahn bites $Zhisher bottom lip as $Zheshe removes the fingers from your mouth. While looking right into your eyes, $Zheshe makes a show of spreading your legs wider. You feel the lips of your pussy open up wider, making you feel even more exposed. "Just relax, I'll start with one finger and then put the second one in – this will //really// send you off when you come." You put your trust in Zahn as you will your body to relax. $Zcapitalhisher slick finger pushes through your entrance with relative ease. Zahn lowers down a little, lips nearing your clit as $Zheshe gently probes inside of you, sweeping along in search of something good. Once Zahn's tongue touches your clit, $Zheshe finds the spot inside of you and you jolt at the sudden pleasure. Zahh chuckles as $Zheshe begins another onslaught on your throbbing clit while pushing another finger inside of you to thrust in and out. A myriad of sensations dance in your mind. Pulses of pleasure cascade up and down and inside your cunt – they dance all the way up your spine. The back of your head //tingles//. You stare down with your mouth hanging open as Zahn sucks the life out of you while moaning – making your clit quiver with the sound. You feel the build-up traveling through your pelvis, but you can't speak so you try to fervently smack the bed and claw the sheets to signal. Your legs try to spread even wide, your pussy demanding more and more friction. Zahn does not stop. $Zcapitalheshe suckles your clit intensely, as $Zheshe fervently stimulates the sweet spot inside of you. You call out as you come, instinctively thrusting against Zahn's fingers as $Zheshe takes you over the edge. <</if>> You lay back, breathing hard. Everything around you is muted as a sensation of serenity settles. Zahn slides off of your <<if $vp is "penis">>cock<<else>>clit<</if>> with a final quick swipe from $Zhisher tongue, making your body seize up with an influx of intense pleasure. When your mind finally arrives at the present, Zahn is kneeling between your legs smiling smugly and holding one hand palm up. Before you can even formulate words, $Zheshe pops up and heads to the washroom giggling, pants around $Zhisher knees. Just a moment later, $Zheshe pops back in, wiping $Zhisher hands on a towel. "Sorry, I got a bit messy in my excitement, my hand was…um, wet." You realize that Zahn's pants are still around $Zhisher knees and chuckle. Your voice is raw and broken as you speak. "<<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>So…you, um…are you satisfied? You can…I can…<<else>>"Do you mean that you came?"<</if>> "Yeah, I'm good. I was //really// worked up seeing you all worked up and I couldn't wait anymore. I touched myself and then-" Zahn blows a raspberry. "It was all over. I was trying hard to hold out for you, but gods you are sexy." You pout a little. "Well, I had fun, but I feel like that's a little unfair to you." Zahn smiles warmly. "Trust me, it's not. Do you have any idea how long I'm going to replay this memory in my head? Anyway, if you wanna do it again, just let me know. But…I need to go soon. Otherwise, I would stay and we could see what happens." <<if $Zstat5 is 'romantic'>>A little part of your heart crumbles as you remember that Zahn is heading off for a few days.<</if>> "Oh, I understand. It was nice though…" Zahn finally pulls up $Zhisher pants and heads towards the door. "I better hurry, if I- If I don't go now, I know I won't at all. I don't really want to leave you so quickly, I promise. So don't think…I don't want you to get the wrong idea.<<if $Zstat5 is 'romantic'>> This meant something to me.<</if>> I have to go and do this, so I can find answers for you. Plus, Rune takes tea and snacks soon, and if I'm quick I can snag a few cakes from $Rhisher tray before I go!" You roll your eyes as Zahn flees the room after giving you a sultry look and a wink…<<if $Zstat5 is 'romantic'>> Your heart flutters. This meant something to $Zhimher. Those words almost take the sting out of seeing Zahn leave.<</if>> [[You then hear a man yelp and the clatter of a metal tray.|5.Z3a]]

There are throngs of people about since the weather is fairly warm, though there is still a chill to the wind. You pass a group that begins to whisper and giggle as they watch you pass by. One smiles, and you catch Rune's name being thrown around. Another waves at you quickly with a deep rosy blush on their face before tucking their hand away. You're a bit curious, but decide to press forward. The smell of street food hits you and lures you further down the street. The stalls are full, serving what seems to be an unusual number of children, so you move to the shops instead. Most seem to be general goods, refurbished items, tools, trinkets, and jewelry. One stall is less busy than the others, and their wares are piled high. It's quite a large stall, the owner standing in the center, surrounded by four wooden tables full of goods as he scrutinizes everyone who walks by. It seems like a good enough place for you to poke around. There's a lot on offer here, and after the shopkeep glowers at you a moment, he seems to deem you law-abiding enough to ignore. As you search around the various wares and sundries of the overflowing market stall, you catch a dark figure out of the corner of your eye. You subtly shift your gaze over a couple of times as you handle a shiny bauble that appears to be a useless paperweight. The figure is covered in a cloak that is as dark as a blue night and embroidered with silver threads, making an elegant pattern of swirls and stars – almost like constellations. You've glimpsed this cloak before, you think. As familiarity tickles your memory, your focus on the trinket decreases and your eyes are no longer subtle in their attention. The figure has their hood drawn up, their face well-hidden within, though you spy a dark cloth mask covering their nose and mouth. Their eyes are difficult to see, and you think they must be dark in color. They're also examining a bauble from the stall under the intense gaze of the shop owner. It appears that he trusts the person far less than his other patrons. Suddenly, the stranger's eyes snap to yours. You're taken aback for a split moment as you stare at each other. You can barely distinguish their eyes from the shadow of their hood, but you faintly pick up on how they seem to curl up at the corners. <<if $ReservedOutgoing > 49>>You fumble the merchandise you hold, and it clatters back to the table and you quickly snatch it up to quiet it. The tips of your ears go hot.<<else>>You watch them back and raise your brow as you twirl the merchandise you're holding.<</if>> You turn your focus back to the goods, staring at the item you've been playing with. You set it down eventually and scoot a little further away as you peruse the other wares. Eventually, you hear the raised voices of the mysterious patron and the shopkeeper. You can't distinguish exactly what they're saying, but it seems to be a heated discussion on price. And then, something catches your eye… [[A good gift for your parents.|5.A1a]] [[A good gift for Emre.|5.A1b]] [[A gift for someone…special perhaps.|5.A1c]]

<<set $gift5 to 'parents'>> It's a well-made stone carving of three bears – a large one with a cub upon its back with a smaller adult bear at its side. Just like the three of you. The stone is a dark and smooth granite. Whoever made it must have had a great deal of skill and patience. The carving would be perfect for your parents. You can already hear your da guffawing at how alike it is to your little family. The little price tag shows the gold it would cost you…it's a bit on the high side and would leave your purse quite light. You wrinkle your nose. You could try to haggle but as you just overheard an argument over price, you don't think the keeper will come down much. As you chew your bottom lip in thought, you realize the voices have stopped. You look over and no longer see the cloaked figure at the stall and are a bit disappointed. As to why, you are unsure. [[You sigh.|5.A2]]

<<set $gift5 to 'Emre'>> At first glance, it just appears to be a leather pouch, but it is filled with something. You open it and peer inside and find that it is full of seeds. A tag shows they are twinflower seeds. You chuckle. It's too good to pass up. Emre would love to grow these, and the fact that he and Willow likely have twins on the way, true to the family name, just makes it better. The seeds would be great for your friend. You know he will coo about how beautiful they will be, and the bag is very full, he will get an entire field out of these. The little price tag shows the gold it would cost you…it's a bit on the high side and would leave your purse quite light. You wrinkle your nose. You could try to haggle but as you just overheard an argument over price, you don't think the keeper will come down much. As you chew your bottom lip in thought, you realize the voices have stopped. You look over and no longer see the cloaked figure at the stall and are a bit disappointed. As to why, you are unsure. [[You sigh.|5.A2]]

<<set $gift5 to 'special'>> It's a bracelet made from woven twine and stone beads. The beads are polished to a high shine, each swirled with grey, black, and hints of red or orange. It's a heavy piece and you're not certain what type the stone is, but appears semi-precious. It would look lovely as everyday jewelry or could go well with slightly formal clothing. The piece would be perfect for someone you care for. Maybe it would be possible to find similar stones to make a match to it as well. The little price tag shows the gold it would cost you…it's a bit on the high side and would leave your purse quite light. You wrinkle your nose. You could try to haggle but as you just overheard an argument over price, you don't think the keeper will come down much. As you chew your bottom lip in thought, you realize the voices have stopped. You look over and no longer see the cloaked figure at the stall and are a bit disappointed. As to why, you are unsure. [[You sigh.|5.A2]]

"Find anything you like?" A voice interrupts. You startle, dropping the <<if $gift5 is 'parents'>>statue<<elseif $gift5 is 'Emre'>>pouch<<else>>bracelet<</if>>. A swift hand snatches it before it can fall. Your eyes dart up resting upon the dark gaze of the cloaked person – a man you realize, has managed to get right next to you without you noticing at all. "Um, yeah, I believe so," you answer. "Quite a lovely thing," he says. You nod and then say, "Yes, I thought it would make a nice gift for <<if $gift5 is 'parents'>>my parents<<elseif $gift5 is 'Emre'>>my closest friend<<else>>a, uh, good friend<</if>>." "Oh – no, no. Not this drab thing – I meant you." He winks. You stare back dumbly as he hands you back the <<if $gift5 is 'parents'>>statue<<elseif $gift5 is 'Emre'>>pouch of seeds<<else>>bracelet<</if>>. And then it clicks. You remember where you saw that cloak. <<if $ch5Broute is true>>He was the one on the hill who shot down the bandit before he could kill you.<<else>>He was the one who was able to get you quick entry into the city.<</if>> You distinctly remember how his cloak caught your eye, the silver threads glittering slightly. "I…I've seen you before…" His eyes turn up at the corners once more. "Yes, fantastic memory you have. You see…" He points over to where he was first standing. "I was once right over there." You glower, but before you can say another word, the stranger continues. "Oh, shopkeep!" He waves at the balding man minding the stall. The bloke stomps over. "I won't hear this again, young man, my price is firm." "Sure, sure! But, I'll do you one better. Throw $hisher purchase in, and I will pay your full price for the little trinket I desire." "Are you touched, boy? I'd be losing more gold that way." "Ah, but you see, your freedom is priceless – is it not?" His tone shifts, and you gather the stranger isn't just being funny anymore. The shopkeep stiffens. "What in the stars are you on about?" The stranger takes the <<if $gift5 is 'parents'>>statue<<elseif $gift5 is 'Emre'>>pouch<<else>>bracelet<</if>> from you once more and holds it up. "There's been a rash of thievery lately, haven't you heard?" "That's got noth-" "I think the guard, who are quite fond of me, would find you terribly mistaken, sir. This little thing matches the description given by one Master Cordwain in a list of stolen goods reported just the other day." The shopkeeper's face pales. "No…that can't- No. I just traded for that…they…they…" His eyes nervously shift around. "Oh, so you're a fence are you?" "Never!" Bellows the keep. The stranger hands the item back to you. "So, do we have a deal?" The keeper is beet-red now. "Fine! But I never want to see the likes of either of you back at my stall!" Your mouth drops. What did you do!? The stranger exchanges the gold and ushers you away before you can even make an argument. "Well done," the stranger says. "I didn't do anything! Was this really stolen?" You almost panic. What if you get caught? Would anyone post your bail? The stranger laughs – a melodic sound. "Fuck if I know." He shrugs and then laughs again, this time with a snarky lilt to the tone. "Not really my problem anymore now is it? You've served your purpose, take your spoils and celebrate." You have a mind to snatch the mask from his face and look upon his – no doubt – arrogant expression. A flurry of emotion ripples through you along with an odd spike of pain that ignites through the new expanse of the mark. You try to keep yourself from panicking in the middle of the market, but you know your face must be giving you away. The stranger tilts his head at you. Stepping closer, he dips into a bow before raising up again and coming close – too close. He looms over you<<if $height is 'verytall'>> – there are few people who do, so it feels particularly odd<</if>>. And his eyes zero in on yours. You finally see that you were correct and they are a very deep brown – there's a richness to the color that you've never seen in others before, with flecks of lighter brown making them look like stones. You wait for him to speak, but he doesn't. He just stares into you blankly, yet you find yourself unable to look away. Finally, he clears his throat. "I apologize," he says quietly. "I tend to get caught up in my own little…endeavors and-" "Speak from your ass?" you finish. "Quite." He sighs. "Listen, let us start over." "To start over, don't you need to have started the first time?" He scoffs. "Goodness, I have chosen the wrong person to slight. I appreciate a sharp tongue, allow me to introduce you to mine. I am Astrophel – but please – for the sake of the gods, do not call me that." "What shall I call you if not your name?" "Simply 'Aster,' if you please. My friends have, thankfully, shortened it for me." His eyes curl up as he smiles. Your eyes go a little wide and your mouth drops. Memories of your childhood come to the surface as you remember your dear friend with wild frizzy hair getting into trouble with you.<<if $gift5 is 'Emre'>>The very person you are getting this gift for.<</if>> "That was my best friend's name when we were children." Aster's eyes go wide. "Really? Perhaps this is fate? I thought I felt a connection with you when our eyes met. Must be in the stars. Tell me your name, perhaps it shall strike a chord for me as well." "$mc." <<if $mc is 'Noodles'>>Aster's face scrunches up – he makes no effort to hide his distaste. "Did your family give you that name or did you commit such an atrocity against yourself? You know what, I don't want to even know."<<elseif $mc is 'Ravinder'>>Aster's lips pout as he seems to stop and think. "That's…that actually strikes a chord. Quite familiar, that name, but I don't recall why. Hm, not often I don't remember something."<<elseif $mc is 'Ravi'>>Aster's lips pout as he seems to stop and think. "That's…that actually strikes a chord. Quite familiar, that name, but I don't recall why. Hm, not often I don't remember something. It's nice though, rolls off the tongue in a //satisfying// way."<<else>>Aster taps his chin with his knuckles as he thinks. "It's a lovely name, but I fear it doesn't strike a chord with me. At least – yet."<</if>> He smirks down at you. "Well, $mc, it was a pleasure meeting you and doing business. I do hope you are satisfied with your, uh, //purchase//." [[You say your goodbyes.|5.A2a]] $flirt_label [[You really want to see under his mask before he goes.|5.A2b]]

You smile and bow your head slightly. "Thank you for the //purchase// of my gift. I wish you well in the future, Aster." He narrows his eyes at you. "Hm, I hope we cross paths again. If nothing else, hearing my name on your tongue is an unexpected delight. I'll cherish the memory." You barely keep your eyes from rolling. "I believe I have overstayed my welcome in your presence. Your friend over there has been watching me as if I am looking to steal you away." You turn your gaze down the street and realize that through the bustle of citizens, a familiar figure really is watching you… [[Oswin.|5.A3a]] [[Zahn.|5.A3b]] [[Duri.|5.A3c]] [[Rune.|5.A3d]]

<<set $Aflirt +=3>> <<set $Abold +=3>> <<set $Ashy +=3>> "Wait!" you call, the word slipping from your lips unbidden. "Yes?" Aster tilts his head, his dark eyes studying you. <<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>You tense and then fidget on the spot. "Um…your face…"<<else>>You smile. "Well, I'd like to see your face before you head off is all."<</if>> "My face?" "Yes, I can only see your eyes. But if I ever saw you without the mask, I'd like to be able to recognize you. How else would I say hello? Besides, you look like a bandit anyway – it makes you stick out, and doesn't that just defeat the purpose?" "Hm, perhaps it does, but the mask serves another purpose." "Which is?" "You'll ''desire'' to //see// me again. You'll long for it even. You've already implied as much." Aster winks. "Until then, may the memory of my dark and mysterious eyes keep you up at night." He bats his lashes at you. <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>You roll your eyes.<<else>>You snort a laugh.<</if>> "I believe I have overstayed my welcome in your presence. Your friend over there has been watching me as if I am looking to steal you away." You turn your gaze down the street and realize that through the bustle of citizens, a familiar figure is watching you… [[Oswin.|5.A3a]] [[Zahn.|5.A3b]] [[Duri.|5.A3c]] [[Rune.|5.A3d]]

But his eyes aren't precisely on you. Even from here, you can see his scowl directed at your new acquaintance. Once he notices you looking, his expression morphs into something much more soft. By the time you turn back, Aster has disappeared from view. You cannot even spot his dark and glittering cloak in the throngs of plain-clothed people. Quick and silent – a bit of a deadly combination. When you can't find him in the crowd, you decide to head back up the street, tucking your special gift away. Oswin smiles as you approach. "Everything okay?" he asks. You nod. "Yeah, just met someone in the market. He was the one who <<if $ch5Broute is true>>shot down the bandit before he could stab me.<<else>>got the guards to let us through the gates when we arrived.<</if>>" "I see. Did he seem like a decent sort? It's a little suspicious wearing a mask in a market…." "I'm not sure we spoke long enough for me to make a fair assessment. <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>He seemed a bit cheeky, I think.<<else>>He seemed like a fun sort of person to me.<</if>>" Oswin nods. "Either way, he did come to our aid. I suppose he wouldn't be a bad person if he's willing to do such a thing." You both begin to walk back to the inn in comfortable silence, with nothing but the din of other patrons around you. You can't help but think that you might meet the masked stranger again, a niggling feeling in your gut tells you so. [[Your dreams are haunted by a pair of dark eyes.|5.Z]]

But $Zhisher eyes aren't precisely on you. Even from here, you can see $Zhisher curious look directed at your new acquaintance. Once $Zheshe notices you looking, $Zhisher expression morphs into happy excitement. By the time you turn back, Aster has disappeared from view. You cannot even spot his dark and glittering cloak in the throngs of plain-clothed people. Quick and silent – a bit of a deadly combination. When you can't find him in the crowd, you decide to head back up the street, tucking your special gift away. Zahn runs to meet you partway, all smiles. "Hey, $mc! What are you up to? That person wasn't giving you trouble I hope." You nod. "Yeah everything is fine, just met someone in the market. He was the one who <<if $ch5Broute is true>>shot down the bandit before he could stab me.<<else>>got the guards to let us through the gates when we arrived.<</if>>" "Oh! What fortune! He looks rich if his clothes are anything to go by. Was he nice?" "I'm not sure we spoke long enough for me to make a fair assessment. <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>He seemed a bit cheeky, I think.<<else>>He seemed like a fun sort of person to me.<</if>>" "I wonder if he's like one of those vigilante people? What with the mask and all – maybe he goes around and does good deeds or something." You both begin to walk back to the inn as Zahn continues to spin theories on the masked stranger. You can't help but think that you might meet him again, a niggling feeling in your gut tells you so. [[Your dreams are haunted by a pair of dark eyes.|5.Z]]

But $Dhisher eyes aren't precisely on you. Even from here, you can see $Dhisher puzzled look directed at your new acquaintance. Once $Dheshe notices you looking, $Dhisher expression morphs into pure mischief. By the time you turn back, Aster has disappeared from view. You cannot even spot his dark and glittering cloak in the throngs of plain-clothed people. Quick and silent – a bit of a deadly combination. When you can't find him in the crowd, you decide to head back up the street, tucking your special gift away. Duri circles you once you reach $Dhimher, trying to be subtle about sniffing you. "Who's the pretty stranger, hm? You having a little tryst without me?" <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>You give a longsuffering sigh. "Could you at least try to be polite and just smell me from a respectable distance?"<<else>>You grit your teeth. "Quit sniffing me, and I'll tell you."<</if>> Duri stops and shrugs. "Sorry, I was curious and it's a habit." "Anyway, he was the one who <<if $ch5Broute is true>>shot down the bandit before he could stab me.<<else>>got the guards to let us through the gates when we arrived.<</if>>" "Oh! A masked hero, how sexy. Was he like the ones you read about in children's tales? Or, maybe more like the ones in the books Runey hides under $Rhisher bed?" "...Rune has books un- You know what, never mind – I'm not sure we spoke long enough for me to make a fair assessment. <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>He seemed a bit cheeky, I think.<<else>>He seemed like a fun sort of person to me.<</if>>" You both begin to walk back to the inn in comfortable silence, with nothing but the din of other patrons around you. You can't help but think that you might meet the masked stranger again, a niggling feeling in your gut tells you so. [[Your dreams are haunted by a pair of dark eyes.|5.Z]]

But $Rhisher eyes aren't precisely on you. Even from here, you can see $Rhisher nonplussed look directed at your new acquaintance. Once $Rheshe notices you looking, $Rhisher expression morphs into something much more warm and beckoning. By the time you turn back, Aster has disappeared from view. You cannot even spot his dark and glittering cloak in the throngs of plain-clothed people. Quick and silent – a bit of a deadly combination. When you can't find him in the crowd, you decide to head back up the street, tucking your special gift away. Rune smiles as you approach. "Everything okay?" $Rheshe asks. You nod. "Yeah, just met someone in the market. He was the one who <<if $ch5Broute is true>>shot down one of the bandits we told you about. I think he may have saved my life, or at least saved me from injury.<<else>>got the guards to let us through the gates when we arrived.<</if>>" Rune hums. "I've glimpsed him a time or two. Aster I think he's called." "You know him then?" "Not really. He riles people up sometimes, the innkeepers have banned him for it but he sneaks in on occasion, particularly when I'm in town. <<if $ch5Broute is true>>He's a rich scholar or something, looking for artifacts I assume.<<else>>He took advantage of the stir your arrival brought and worked the crowd at the inn. I assume he's searching for artifacts or something.<</if>>" "What sort of artifacts?" "Same as most others, but he's a little more dignified than a bandit accosting people on the road. Looks for things from the gods or even bits from the old world. People like him are either searching for power and riches or to solve mysteries of their own creation. They're best ignored." "He at least came to our aid when we needed it." "And I am truly thankful that he did." Rune smiles at you, giving you a warm look. You both begin to walk back to the inn in comfortable silence, with nothing but the din of other patrons around you. You can't help but feel that you might meet the masked stranger again, a niggling feeling in your gut tells you so. [[Your dreams are haunted by a pair of dark eyes.|5.Z]]

You bring $Zhimher close to you, curling your arm around $Zhisher shoulders to bring $Zhimher into lean on you. Zahn sighs with contentment as $Zheshe rests $Zhisher head on your chest and circles your middle with an arm. You get a waft of lilacs from Zahn's hair and notice how it seems to be more fluffy and bouncy than before. You're not the only one enjoying the luxury of the bath and Rune's expensive soaps and oils. The brief thought that Zahn would probably try to eat the soap crosses your mind and you almost laugh. Zahn snuggles into you deeper. "This is so nice. Makes me feel all…warm, but not…like on the inside." You hug Zahn tighter. "I know what you mean. It's comforting." "Safe. It feels safe." Zahn swings one leg over yours. You begin to idly play with $Zhisher soft hair and Zahn hums with delight. "My fathers would hold me like this when I was a kid. It made me feel so much smaller, but not in a bad way. Like, even though I felt so tiny in their arms, I felt like nothing could hurt me.<<if $height is 'verytall'>> Now, I'm as big as they were when I was a kid, but they still just //feel// bigger. It still makes me feel safe too.<<elseif $height is 'tall'>> Now, I'm as big as they were when I was a kid – well, as big as my da at least – but they still just //feel// bigger to me. And it still makes me feel safe.<</if>>" "That's kinda how I feel right now too, and maybe something more than that even." Zahn's hand lightly touches your side, tracing the threads in your thin lounge clothes. "Mm, you smell good. <<if $favsmell is "citrus">>Like fresh fruit.<<elseif $favsmell is "vanilla with warm spices">>Like cakes or cookies.<<elseif $favsmell is "the forest">>Sort of like tea.<<elseif $favsmell is "sweet candies">>Like sweeties.<<elseif $favsmell is "herbs">>Like a tasty feast.<<elseif $favsmell is "flowers">>Like sweet nectar.<</if>>" You smile. "You're not hungry, are you?" "How did you know?" Zahn pops $Zhisher head up and looks at you curiously before settling back down. "Just a hunch," you say, tracing the shell of $Zhisher ear. Zahn squeezes you and closes $Zhisher eyes. "I don't want to leave," $Zheshe murmurs softly. <<if $Zstat5 is 'romantic'>>Your heart flutters.<</if>> "Just stay as long as you can…." For a long time, you both settle in each other's company, lightly touching as you snuggle and comfort one another. A couple of times you nearly nod off to sleep, lulled by the peace you feel with your arms around Zahn. But it has to end, and eventually, $Zheshe gets up and leaves the warmth of the bed, looking sullen. After taking a moment, Zahn finally perks back up and smiles at you. "That was wonderful, but I really should go now. I'm glad you suggested that. We should do it again. And we can do //more// if you ever want to, but we don't have to." You smile and nod. "Alright, I'll keep that in mind." $Zcapitalheshe jogs to the door. "I'll head out now – Rune takes tea and snacks soon, and if I'm quick I can snag a few cakes from $Rhisher tray before I go." You roll your eyes as Zahn flees the room, giggling. [[You hear a man yelp and the clatter of a metal tray shortly after.|5.Z3a]]

Zahn brings you close by putting an arm around your shoulder so you can rest your head on $Zhisher chest. You nestle in close, throwing your arm around $Zhimher and finally tucking your head in the crook of $Zhisher neck. You get a waft of lilacs from Zahn's hair and notice how it seems to be more fluffy and bouncy than before. You're not the only one enjoying the luxury of the bath and Rune's expensive soaps and oils. The brief thought that Zahn would probably try to eat the soap crosses your mind and you almost laugh. Zahn circles $Zhisher arms around you and presses you against $Zhimselfherself tighter. "This is so nice. Makes me feel all…warm, but not- Like inside." You hug Zahn tighter in return. "I know what you mean. It's comforting." "Safe. It feels safe," Zahn says, gently rubbing your back. You begin to idly play your fingers along $Zhisher collarbone and Zahn hums with delight. "My fathers would hold me like this when I was a kid. It made me feel so much smaller, but not in a bad way. Like, even though I felt so tiny in their arms, I felt like nothing could hurt me.<<if $height is 'verytall'>> Now, I'm as big as they were when I was a kid, but they still just //feel// bigger. It still makes me feel safe too.<<elseif $height is 'tall'>> Now, I'm as big as they were when I was a kid – well, as big as my da at least – but they still just //feel// bigger to me. And it still makes me feel safe.<</if>>" "I hope I can do that for you – make you feel safe. I'm not big or tall, but I want to keep you safe…" Zahn's hand lightly touches your side, tracing the threads in your thin lounge clothes. "Mm, you smell good too. <<if $favsmell is "citrus">>Like fresh fruit.<<elseif $favsmell is "vanilla with warm spices">>Like cakes or cookies.<<elseif $favsmell is "the forest">><<elseif $favsmell is "sweet candies">>Like sweeties.<<elseif $favsmell is "herbs">>Like a tasty feast.<<elseif $favsmell is "flowers">>Like flower tea and nectar.<</if>>" You smile. "You're not hungry are you?" "How did you know?" Zahn chuckles, resting $Zhisher head on yours. "Just a hunch," you say, tracing a path up $Zhisher neck with a delicate touch. Zahn squeezes you. "I don't want to leave," $Zheshe murmurs softly. <<if $Zstat5 is 'romantic'>>Your heart flutters.<</if>> "Just stay as long as you can…." For a long time, you both settle in each other's company, lightly touching as you snuggle and comfort one another. A couple of times you nearly nod off to sleep, lulled by the peace you feel with your arms around Zahn. But it has to end, and eventually, $Zheshe gets up and leaves the warmth of the bed, looking sullen. After taking a moment, Zahn finally perks back up and smiles at you. "That was wonderful, but I really should go now. I'm glad you suggested that – we should do it again. And we can do //more// if you ever want to, but we don't have to." You smile and nod. "Alright, I'll keep that in mind." $Zcapitalheshe jogs to the door. "I'll head out now – Rune takes tea and snacks soon, and if I'm quick I can snag a few cakes from $Rhisher tray before I go." You roll your eyes as Zahn flees the room, giggling. [[You hear a man yelp and the clatter of a metal tray shortly after.|5.Z3a]]

It feels like the afternoon passes in a flash. All you accomplished was an impromptu nap and a round of catch with $wolf. She's very good at it. As you traverse the long stretch of hallway from your room to the stairs, the din of the crowd reaches your ears. It's still early, yet there seems to be a sizable crowd already. You hear the occasional pluck of lyre strings, you presume from Rune tuning $Rhisher instrument. The smell of roasting meat and vegetables with a bit of something sweet hits you the closer you get to the bottom steps. The patrons are thick right at the bottom of the stairs, waiting for Rune to play. You're not even sure if you can make your way through them to get into the lobby. <<if $RecklessCautious > 49>>You try to simply push through once you reach the bottom step, but only the first line of people in your path let you through. The next group is packed so tightly, that you only succeed in jarring them and getting dirty looks in return.<<else>>You politely ask to be let through. One person allows you through the first line of patrons, but then you are met with a wall of others who ignore you.<</if>> A booming voice calls through the crowd. "Make way! Make way!" And then you hear three hard bangs – wood against wood. <<if $height is 'verytall'>>You see across the room very easily.<<elseif $height is 'tall'>>You see across the room easily.<<elseif $height is 'average'>>You stand on your toes so you can see what's going on.<<else>>You jump to see what is happening.<</if>> It's Garza, one of the owners Rune told you about, and he's looking right at you as he bellows again. "I said make way!" He bangs a staff against the floor again and people finally begin to part. "Get the fuck outta the way! Clear the stairs you dolts and let my guest through, else I'll set my wife on ya!" A small voice from the back pipes in. "What am I, a dog!?" The other patrons grumble but shuffle quickly from your path. Garza is a huge man – tall and broad. He has blue eyes and salt-and-pepper hair which is much heavier on the salt. He is just as loud as he is tall but wears plain clothes – a simple tunic with leather pants and a long duster over top. You can't tell if his staff is for fun or if he needs it to walk. He doesn't appear terribly old, maybe a bit younger than your parents. "Alright, Northbreaker, come with me! Lyreheart saved you a seat." He smiles at you, the apples of his cheeks nearly hiding his eyes completely. You bridge the gap and reach Garza as a short – very short – woman hustles to you. It's Alondra, the keeper that you met earlier during tea with Rune. She wipes her hands on her apron. "Oh! You're still up and around! I'm so glad you're doing so much better, dear." You smile and greet her with a wave. Now that you aren't sitting, you finally gauge how tall she is…or isn't rather. <<if $height is 'verytall'>>It feels as though she is only half your size.<<elseif $height is 'tall'>>She is…incredibly short, you nearly tower over her as much as Garza does.<<elseif $height is 'average'>>She is short enough that you finally feel tall.<<else>>She is even shorter than you, a feat you never thought possible in adults.<</if>> Her long black hair escapes the bun on the top of her head and her apron is covered with flour and soaked with water right in the middle. Her light brown eyes shine with joy. Garza throws a big arm around her shoulders and brings her in close. "This peppy thing is my lovely wife if you haven't been properly introduced – she's the brains and master chef of this place and my guiding star, my moon, my sun, my-" "We get it!" Alondra elbows him in the side. You try not to laugh. "It's lovely to //officially// meet you both. I appreciate your hospitality to me and my group." Alondra smiles at you fondly. "Oh, dear, it's no bother. Sometimes you just find yourself in a spot and need a little help. That's life. Make yourself at home, and take the time you need to get back on your feet." Garza smiles, looking at Alondra instead of you. "What she said…. This is why I married her – she has a heart for everyone, and ''gods'' can she cook." He pats his round stomach. Alondra rolls her eyes. "You only married me for my pies and roasts! I knew it!" She throws her hands up and begins to walk away. "It's not the //only// reason!" Garza calls out. He looks back at you and then cups his hands to his chest – holding them out a ways for emphasis while he nods. A hunk of what might be dough flies across the room and smacks the man in the head. "So help me, this rolling pin will go straight up your ass if you keep carrying on like that!" "Yes, my love!" He motions for you to follow, lowering his voice. "Buy a guy dinner first at least, am I right?" <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>You shake your head<<else>>You shake with laughter<</if>> as you walk with him. [[He leads you to a table.|5.2R2]]

Your seat faces the side of the stage where Rune sits, facing you while plucking the strings of $Rhisher lyre, dressed in the same robe as the night you first came to the inn. $Rcapitalheshe meets your gaze, giving you a nod and a smile before returning attention to the strings. To your surprise, Duri leans against the wall, hidden in shadow, arms crossed together as $Dheshe grins at you – the one little fang on display. You are more surprised to see $Dhimher in regular clothes – a loose button-up shirt, trousers that are a little too short and held up with suspenders…these are Rune's clothes. You chuckle as you sit and then Duri plops in the seat next to yours. "Nice clothes," you quip. Duri pitches back and throws $Dhisher feet up on the table – bare feet. "Thanks! Picked them up just tonight. Wanted a change." You glance at Rune who is glaring back towards Duri. "Where did you pick them up?" you ask. "Runey's floor," Duri says. "$Rcapitalheshe didn't think I'd be able to pick $Rhisher new lock…" You shake your head. "I take it you can?" "Nope!" "So how did you steal Rune's clothes?" Duri fishes in $Dhisher (Rune's) pocket, procuring a key just enough for you to see. "I can't pick locks. Why waste the time to learn when people leave keys just hanging around?" You snort, but before you can say anything, Duri's chair lurches back suddenly, stopping just barely before $Dhisher head hits the floor. $Dcapitalhisher legs stick straight up in the air. "Feet off the table," Rune says from $Rhisher perch on the stage, without even a glance. You look around the legs of the chair, spotting traces of glittering purple tendrils wrapped around them. The chair slowly rights itself as a pouting Duri glares at the mage. <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"I mean, $Rheshe has a point," you say.<<else>>"You probably deserved that," you say in jest and smile.<</if>> "No fun, either of you." Duri leans the chair back on the rear legs but keeps $Dhisher feet on the floor. "How are you feeling, $mc?" "Much better now. After taking a rest, I'm ready to move around a while though." "I'm glad." Duri gives you a long look. "What?" Duri shrugs. "Nothing really, I just like looking at you." You stare back at the demigod, unconvinced. "So, what are you doing here tonight? Is this the sort of thing you enjoy?" $Dcapitalheshe wrinkles $Dhisher nose. "Not really. It's fun to work a crowd sometimes, maybe switch some valuables around, but this mess is too busy for me. Runey makes pretty music though, and //you're// here." Duri smiles at you – all teeth. <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>You gently nudge $Dhimher with your shoulder. "Something tells me that's not the whole story though. You can tell me. I may not even tease you if it's embarrassing."<<else>>You give $Dhimher an incredulous look. "Mm-hmm, and?"<</if>> Duri growls in frustration. "Fine. I'm sort of…under house arrest I guess. Just for a few more days." "Does this have something to do with you being banned? Seems to me like the opposite should happen if that's the case." $Dcapitalheshe folds $Dhisher arms. "You set one fire – //accidentally// – and everyone gets their knickers in a twist about it…Runey just wants to keep an eye on me, at least $Rheshe claims." You recall when Duri stormed out of the meeting you all had. Perhaps Rune is worried about Duri's emotional state. The question of what their relationship to each other is begins to circle your mind. $flirt_label [[You feel a slight pang for Duri.|5.2R2a]] +D $flirt_label [[You feel a slight pang for Rune.|5.2R2b]] +R [[You're just a bit curious.|5.2R2c]]

<<set $Dflirt +=5>> Duri scoots closer to you, bringing $Dhisher lips right to your ear. "What are you thinking about?" The way $Dhisher voice tickles your ear sends a shiver down your back. <<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>"//Nothing//," you quickly respond.<<else>>"Don't worry about it," you say.<</if>> You're unsure if it's your place to ask. The two don't quite act like lovers as far as you can tell, but they do act oddly familiar with each other. You've just met Rune and Duri is still a bit of a stranger, perhaps they have a history. "It's cute when you're jealous." Duri begins to snicker. <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>"Oh, don't look so far into it."<<else>>"There's nothing to be jealous of."<</if>> "//So// cute." $Dcapitalheshe props $Dhisher head on $Dhisher hand and stares at you. "We're just friends – we have always just been friends." "I didn't ask." "You didn't have to." Duri puckers $Dhisher lips at you, looking like a fish for a moment. "Feel free to pine for me all you want." <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>You scoff. "I'm not ''pining'' for you. Don't be ridiculous. You are the one clearly hung up over me anyway."<<else>>You force a laugh. "Oh, whatever. I think they call that projection or…wishful thinking."<</if>> "Would you like that?" "What?" "What if I do pine for you? Hm? What if I want to take you up to your room and show you how much I want you? It doesn't mean anything, just a bit of fun. I'd love to please you, watch you fall apart, teach you the true meaning of pleasure." You watch as a subtle glow emits from Duri's eyes. The look $Dheshe gives you is predatory – hungry, full of desire, and a touch vicious. Your tongue isn't sure how to respond, but the conversation is blissfully interrupted by the clatter of a heavy dish on the table. "Alright!" Garza bellows. "House special for two with drinks. Wave me down if you need a top-off or anything else!" He gives you a nod and then sets off. You gaze at the large tray of food. It's loaded with at least three types of potato, a smattering of other vegetables, bread and cheeses, jams, sliced fruit, a huge bowl of beans in some sort of sticky sauce, and two small bowls of some kind of meat stew. This is enough to feed a family of six, and fortunately, you are about as hungry as just such a family. Duri wastes no time in snagging a bowl of stew with a bit of bread. "They must like you a lot. This is not the house special for //two//." "I think they must like Rune." You peruse the platter to find something to start with. "Either way, they like you enough to counteract their distaste for me, and for that, I am very thankful." As you eat, you think that Duri may be so distracted by food that $Dheshe doesn't remember the conversation you were having. On one hand, you are glad of it, on the other, you still wonder. "To answer your burning question from earlier," Duri says – surprisingly while covering $Dhisher mouth with a hand. "Me and Runey never had a thing. I pester $Rhimher with flirting, but it's not like that." "How did you meet then? Do you come to the city often or something?" "I pop in when I get bored or want some company. I first met Rune a few years ago when $Rheshe was just starting the whole bard thing. I was…pretty sour I guess. Hunters had hurt a couple of my family in the pack, they were slowly dying and there was nothing I could do. I came here to distract myself in a warm bed, flirted with Runey, $Rheshe turned me down hard. $Rcapitalheshe seemed to just know something was on my mind and we talked and then $Rheshe followed me into the woods and healed my pack. Just like that." "That was kind." //And courageous//, you think to yourself. Duri nods. "Most healers would say, 'they're just wolves,' and I'd be out of luck. Rune didn't even think it over, I didn't even need to ask. Most people you meet are disappointing, $mc, but not $Rhimher. Runey tolerates me, lets me have my fun too. $Rcapitalheshe has banned me from the inn about ten times already, but always lets me back in." $Dcapitalheshe smiles, looking into $Dhisher stew. <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"So, you're a pest to $Rhimher because you care. I suppose even I can see the charm in that.<<else>>"I think I understand it now – you get under $Rhisher skin because you care. Maybe we're a bit alike then.<</if>>" "Don't tell $Rhimher that," Duri whispers. You glance up at Rune who has $Rhisher eyes closed as $Rheshe continues to practice and tune the lyre. "Do you really think that Rune doesn't already know?" Duri snorts. "No, but $Rheshe has the kindness to not remind me…. You know, if anyone can help you figure out your //predicament// it will be Rune. I won't pretend like $Rheshe isn't invested out of some personal curiosity, but $Rheshe truly cares. The more difficult the case, the more Rune tries, I think." "Why do you believe that is?" you ask, swirling your drink. "I don't know for sure, but I know some of Rune's background – it's not for me to say, but I think some of it is almost like…penance, but not at the same time." Duri takes a breath as if to continue but then suddenly stops. "It's not my place to tell you what I know, I can't betray Rune's trust like that." You nod. [[Before the conversation continues, the notes of the lyre take your attention.|5.2R3]]

<<set $Rflirt +=5>> Duri scoots closer to you, bringing $Dhisher lips right to your ear. "Ooh, $mc, not jealous of me are you? How sweet. Runey is quite the catch – exceedingly lovely, smart, powerful, eyes to get lost in, lips to be caught by…" The way $Dhisher voice tickles your ear sends a shiver down your back. <<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>"//No//, it's not like that," you quickly respond.<<else>>"Don't you start," you say.<</if>> You're unsure if it's your place to ask. The two don't quite act like lovers as far as you can tell, but they do act oddly familiar with each other. You've just met Rune and Duri is still a bit of a stranger, perhaps they have a history. "It's so cute when you're jealous." Duri begins to snicker. "Oh, Runey would eat this up, though $Rheshe would act all prim about it." <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>"You're just reading too far into it."<<else>>"There's nothing to be jealous of."<</if>> "//So// cute." $Dcapitalheshe props $Dhisher head on $Dhisher hand and stares at you. "We're just friends – we have always just been friends." "I didn't ask." "You didn't have to." Duri leers at you. "Covet the bard all you like, $mc." <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>You scoff. "I'm not. Don't be ridiculous. Is this some sort of fetish for you?"<<else>>You force a laugh. "Oh, whatever. I think they call that projection or…wishful thinking."<</if>> "Maybe it is. Can't blame me for thinking about it – you'd be very cute together. Maybe Rune would dress you in purple, dote on you with jewels and feats of magic, show you off to all $Rhisher friends." "What?" "You probably didn't know that Runey hasn't had a lover in a while. $Rcapitalheshe seems to have a soft spot for you already, that's better than others have done. There's no shortage of admirers for $Rhimher, you know. Tonight this whole place will be filled with people who just want to get in $Rhisher robes…" "//Stop that//. Stop it right now, Duri'naan." Something thuds hard against the table, interrupting the conversation. "Alright!" Garza bellows. "House special with drinks for two. Wave me down if you need a top-off or anything else!" He gives you a nod and then sets off. You gaze at the large tray of food. It's loaded with at least three types of potato, a smattering of other vegetables, bread and cheeses, jams, sliced fruit, a huge bowl of beans in some sort of sticky sauce, and two small bowls of some kind of meat stew. This is enough to feed a family of six, and fortunately, you are about as hungry as just such a family. Duri wastes no time in snagging a bowl of stew with a bit of bread. "They must like you a lot. This is not the house special for //two//." "I think they must like Rune." You peruse the platter to find something to start with. "Either way, they like you enough to counteract their distaste for me, and for that, I am very thankful." As you eat, you think that Duri may be so distracted by food that $Dheshe doesn't remember the conversation you were having. On one hand, you are glad of it, on the other, you still wonder. You're also curious about the apparent heat that Duri was teasing you with. Is $Dheshe trying to antagonize you into pursuing or staying away from Rune? You can't tell. "To answer your burning question from earlier," Duri says – surprisingly while covering $Dhisher mouth with a hand. "Me and Runey never had a thing. I pester $Rhimher with flirting, but it's not like that. And I apologize if I was…nettling you too much." "How did you meet then? Do you come to the city often or something?" "I pop in when I get bored or want some company. I first met Rune a few years ago when $Rheshe was just starting the whole bard thing. I was…pretty sour I guess. Hunters had hurt a couple of my family in the pack, they were slowly dying and there was nothing I could do. I came here to distract myself in a warm bed, flirted with Runey, $Rheshe turned me down hard. $Rcapitalheshe seemed to just know something was on my mind and we talked and then $Rheshe followed me into the woods and healed my pack. Just like that." "That was kind." //And courageous//, you think to yourself. Duri nods. "Most healers would say, 'they're just wolves,' and I'd be out of luck. Rune didn't even think it over, I didn't even need to ask. Most people you meet are disappointing, $mc, but not $Rhimher. Runey tolerates me, lets me have my fun too. $Rcapitalheshe has banned me from the inn about ten times already, but always lets me back in." $Dcapitalheshe smiles, looking into $Dhisher stew. <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"So, you're a pest to $Rhimher because you care. I suppose even I can see the charm in that.<<else>>"I think I understand it now – you get under $Rhisher skin because you care. Maybe we're a bit alike then.<</if>>" "Don't tell $Rhimher that," Duri whispers. You glance up at Rune who has $Rhisher eyes closed as $Rheshe continues to practice and tune the lyre. "Do you really think that Rune doesn't already know?" Duri snorts. "No, but $Rheshe has the kindness to not remind me…. You know, if anyone can help you figure out your //predicament// it will be Rune. I won't pretend like $Rheshe isn't invested out of some personal curiosity, but $Rheshe truly cares. The more difficult the case, the more Rune tries, I think." "Why do you believe that is?" you ask, swirling your drink. "I don't know for sure, but I know some of Rune's background – it's not for me to say, but I think some of it is almost like…penance but not at the same time." Duri takes a breath as if to continue but then suddenly stops. "It's not my place to tell you what I know, I can't betray Rune's trust like that." You nod. Duri leans closer to you to whisper. "Just between us, if you did have some sort of affection for Rune…I'd support you – at least as far as I know you now. Most people just want to use $Rhimher – take, take, take. Runey will give until $Rheshe's broken, but you seem more the type that would hold $Rhimher together. Just thought I'd say so." You're not sure how to respond to that, so you just stare back into Duri's gold-brown eyes. [[Before you can respond, the notes of the lyre take your attention.|5.2R3]]

You decide to simply ask. "So, how did you two become…acquainted?" Duri thinks for a moment, but as $Dheshe opens $Dhisher mouth to answer, something thuds hard against the table. "Alright!" Garza bellows. "House special with drinks for two. Wave me down if you need a top-off or anything else!" He gives you a nod and then sets off. You gaze at the large tray of food. It's loaded with at least three types of potato, a smattering of other vegetables, bread and cheeses, jams, sliced fruit, a huge bowl of beans in some sort of sticky sauce, and two small bowls of some kind of meat stew. This is enough to feed a family of six, and fortunately, you are about as hungry as just such a family. Duri wastes no time in snagging a bowl of stew with a bit of bread. "They must like you a lot. This is not the house special for //two//." "I think they must like Rune." You peruse the platter to find something to start with. "Either way, they like you enough to counteract their distaste for me, and for that, I am very thankful." As you eat, you think that Duri may be so distracted by food that $Dheshe doesn't remember the conversation you were having. Your curiosity is still not sated. "To answer your burning question from earlier," Duri says – surprisingly while covering $Dhisher mouth with a hand. "Me and Runey are just friends. I pester $Rhimher with flirting, but it's not like that." "How did you meet then? Do you come to the city often or something?" "I pop in when I get bored or want some company. I first met Rune a few years ago when $Rheshe was just starting the whole bard thing. I was…pretty sour I guess. Hunters had hurt a couple of my family in the pack, they were slowly dying and there was nothing I could do. I came here to distract myself in a warm bed, flirted with Runey, $Rheshe turned me down hard. $Rcapitalheshe seemed to just know something was on my mind and we talked and then $Rheshe followed me into the woods and healed my pack. Just like that." "That was kind." //And courageous//, you think to yourself. Duri nods. "Most healers would say, 'they're just wolves,' and I'd be out of luck. Rune didn't even think it over, I didn't even need to ask. Most people you meet are disappointing, $mc, but not $Rhimher. Runey tolerates me, lets me have my fun too. $Rcapitalheshe has banned me from the inn about ten times already, but always lets me back in." $Dcapitalheshe smiles, looking into $Dhisher stew. <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"So, you're a pest to $Rhimher because you care. I suppose even I can see the charm in that.<<else>>"I think I understand it now – you get under $Rhisher skin because you care. Maybe we're a bit alike then.<</if>>" "Don't tell $Rhimher that," Duri whispers. You glance up at Rune who has $Rhisher eyes closed as $Rheshe continues to practice and tune the lyre. "Do you really think that Rune doesn't already know?" Duri snorts. "No, but $Rheshe has the kindness to not remind me…. You know, if anyone can help you figure out your //predicament// it will be Rune. I won't pretend like $Rheshe isn't invested out of some personal curiosity, but $Rheshe truly cares. The more difficult the case, the more Rune tries, I think." "Why do you believe that is?" you ask, swirling your drink. "I don't know for sure, but I know some of Rune's background – it's not for me to say, but I think some of it is almost like…penance but also not." Duri takes a breath as if to continue but then suddenly stops. "It's not my place to tell you what I know, I can't betray Rune's trust like that." You nod. [[Before you can continue talking, the notes of the lyre take your attention.|5.2R3]]

The performance begins in earnest. There is no announcement or fanfare, $Rheshe simply plays and the entire audience hushes. Only then do you realize how large of an audience has formed. The room is filled with spectators. The tables are full, most people stand anywhere there is room, and some simply sit on the floor. Faces appear in nearly all the windows, pressing close to see and hear. Rune glows. Magic circles all around $Rhimher as $Rheshe plays. It glitters in many shades of purple with whisps of gold and silver interspersed. It dances slowly outward, spanning above the crowd as they reach up to try and touch it. The notes of the music are gentle, taking your spirit to a time when you had no cares. When your main concern was what snack your papa would give you and what you would play for the day. The time before you were sick. The time when a scraped knee or winter chill was the worst ill to befall you. The notes carry you through the trees of your home, running and jumping through the forest with Yarrow and Aster as their mother called you for dinner. Playing in the creek. Tracking mud in the house. Roasting a whole egg over the fire as a 'gift' to da. He even ate it. It was crunchy. You float along the melody as takes you through every peaceful and joyful moment of your early life. Rune's eyes are closed through all of it, $Rhisher hands moving with such assuredness and grace that you can barely comprehend it. As you listen, your heart swells. <<if $goal is 'love'>>You feel a spark within yourself, one that tells you there is hope for you. One that tells you that you are worthy of love, that there is someone out there who would gratefully seek your heart and hold it close. And just maybe, that person is already close to you.<<elseif $goal is 'friendship'>>You feel a warmth fuel you from within. One that tells you that there are those who will always stand by your side, those who will happily call you friend. You're not alone, you never were. You are already among those that hold your heart in friendship.<<elseif $goal is 'craft'>>A strength settles upon your shoulders, as you realize how capable you truly are. All of this is just a trial, one that you will overcome. This curse doesn't dampen your potential, it ultimately will not hold you back from achieving your goals.<<elseif $goal is 'answers'>>Your heart begins to beat with new courage. This is the year you get answers. This is your time to learn about yourself, to make peace, and close the book on all the mysteries that have plagued you.<<elseif $goal is 'independence'>>A fervor settles into your bones. This journey is your step into real adulthood, one where you are not shackled by misfortune and illness. You are not a burden to those who care for you.<</if>> Not all is lost. [[You watch on.|5.2R3a]] [[Tears run down your face.|5.2R3b]] [[A smile remains on your lips.|5.2R3c]]

Rune watches you back from time to time, adding subtle variations to the song when $Rheshe looks at you. A flurry of magic dances around you, crowning your head in a brilliant glow. Just when you think you could not be enchanted even more, Rune begins to sing. <<if $ch5Broute is true>> //<html> <body> <span> <span style="color:purple"> Off they rode, off they rode <br> The six companions bold <br> Through meadow sweet and forest wild <br> And over mountains cold <br> <br> On they went to meet their fate <br> They knew what lay ahead <br> Before the year had met its end <br> They knew that they'd be dead <br> </span> </body> </html>// <<else>> //<html> <body> <span> <span style="color:purple"> How sweet the taste of love can be <br> When it is you who pours the wine <br> How soft the feel of lover's lips <br> A touch truly divine <br> <br> But gods cannot unmake my love <br> Its light burns far too bright <br> They could even drown the sun, my love <br> But I would be your light <br> </span> </body> </html>// <</if>> The way Rune's voice wraps around each word gives you chills. It's almost as haunting as it is beautiful. You're enraptured by it and the pluck of the lute strings that you don't even realize how quickly time slips by. Before you know it, Rune's performance is done for the night and $Rheshe takes a bow to a thunderous applause. A good deal of the spectators clear out, though many linger for drinks, food, and flirtation. You sit back in your chair and suddenly realize that Duri is gone. Looking around, you don't spot $Dhimher either, though it looks like $Dheshe at least ate dinner. You stand to look over the crowd to try and spot $Dhimher, but are interrupted by a familiar voice. "Duri'naan ran out a while ago I'm afraid." You turn. Rune stands at your table, looking regal as ever with $Rhisher long and silky outer robe of pure white and deep purple. Even $Rhisher hair looks perfect, each black curl coils and shines like it was placed by an artist – the strands dyed in purple completing $Rhisher look. And peeking from under those luscious curls are glittering gold earnings up and down each of Rune's ears. You'd never know that $Rheshe was just playing in a tavern when $Rheshe is dressed as if performing for the monarch themself. There are no half-measures with Rundis Lyreheart. You settle back in your chair. "I didn't even notice $Dhimher leaving…Any idea why?" Rune settles in Duri's vacated chair and begins to pick at what is left of your meal platter. "At risk of saying more than what $Dheshe would want me to, I will only say that Duri'naan quite likes my music, but it becomes a bit much for $Dhimher." "So…the things I felt…" Rune nods. "It is part of it. Magic weaves into my song. It's something I cannot explain as I do not do it completely intentionally. Most tell me it draws out emotions. Some claim that ailments they've had for years suddenly vanish after my performances. Others don't feel anything and only hear the music. As long as it is a net gain for those that listen, I will keep playing." $Rcapitalheshe smiles. "Your performance was beautiful. I think I understand why so many people crowd around for it." "Thank you, it was a pleasure showing off a little for you tonight." You watch Rune pop a nibble of cheese into $Rhisher mouth and reply… $flirt_label "[["Would you like to show me anything else?"|5.2R3b1]]" $flirt_label "[["...You're just so wonderful…"|5.2R3b2]]" "[["My pleasure."|5.2R3b3]]"

Rune smiles warmly at you when $Rheshe opens $Rhisher eyes and looks back. A flurry of magic wisps touch your cheeks to wipe away the tears. Just when you think you could not be enchanted even more, Rune begins to sing. <<if $ch5Broute is true>> //<html> <body> <span> <span style="color:purple"> Off they rode, off they rode <br> The six companions bold <br> Through meadow sweet and forest wild <br> And over mountains cold <br> <br> On they went to meet their fate <br> They knew what lay ahead <br> Before the year had met its end <br> They knew that they'd be dead <br> </span> </body> </html>// <<else>> //<html> <body> <span> <span style="color:purple"> How sweet the taste of love can be <br> When it is you who pours the wine <br> How soft the feel of lover's lips <br> A touch truly divine <br> <br> But gods cannot unmake my love <br> Its light burns far too bright <br> They could even drown the sun, my love <br> But I would be your light <br> </span> </body> </html>// <</if>> The way Rune's voice wraps around each word gives you chills. It's almost as haunting as it is beautiful. You're enraptured by it and the pluck of the lute strings that you don't even realize how quickly time slips by. Before you know it, Rune's performance is done for the night and $Rheshe takes a bow to a thunderous applause. A good deal of the spectators clear out, though many linger for drinks, food, and flirtation. You sit back in your chair and suddenly realize that Duri is gone. Looking around, you don't spot $Dhimher either, though it looks like $Dheshe at least ate dinner. You stand to look over the crowd to try and spot $Dhimher, but are interrupted by a familiar voice. "Duri'naan ran out a while ago I'm afraid." You turn. Rune stands at your table, looking regal as ever with $Rhisher long and silky outer robe of pure white and deep purple. Even $Rhisher hair looks perfect, each black curl coils and shines like it was placed by an artist – the strands dyed in purple completing $Rhisher look. And peeking from under those luscious curls are glittering gold earnings up and down each of Rune's ears. You'd never know that $Rheshe was just playing in a tavern when $Rheshe is dressed as if performing for the monarch themself. There are no half-measures with Rundis Lyreheart. You settle back in your chair. "I didn't even notice $Dhimher leaving…Any idea why?" Rune settles in Duri's vacated chair and begins to pick at what is left of your meal platter. "At risk of saying more than what $Dheshe would want me to, I will only say that Duri'naan quite likes my music, but it becomes a bit much for $Dhimher." "So…the things I felt…" Rune nods. "It is part of it. Magic weaves into my song. It's something I cannot explain as I do not do it completely intentionally. Most tell me it draws out emotions. Some claim that ailments they've had for years suddenly vanish after my performances. Others don't feel anything and only hear the music. As long as it is a net gain for those that listen, I will keep playing." $Rcapitalheshe smiles. "Your performance was beautiful. I think I understand why so many people crowd around for it." "Thank you, it was a pleasure showing off a little for you tonight." You watch Rune pop a nibble of cheese into $Rhisher mouth and reply… $flirt_label "[["Would you like to show me anything else?"|5.2R3b1]]" $flirt_label "[["...You're just so wonderful…"|5.2R3b2]]" "[["My pleasure."|5.2R3b3]]"

Rune smiles gently in return when $Rheshe opens $Rhisher eyes and looks back. A flurry of magic wisps warm your face, lighting upon your lips to make them tingle. Just when you think you could not be enchanted even more, Rune begins to sing. <<if $ch5Broute is true>> //<html> <body> <span> <span style="color:purple"> Off they rode, off they rode <br> The six companions bold <br> Through meadow sweet and forest wild <br> And over mountains cold <br> <br> On they went to meet their fate <br> They knew what lay ahead <br> Before the year had met its end <br> They knew that they'd be dead <br> </span> </body> </html>// <<else>> //<html> <body> <span> <span style="color:purple"> How sweet the taste of love can be <br> When it is you who pours the wine <br> How soft the feel of lover's lips <br> A touch truly divine <br> <br> But gods cannot unmake my love <br> Its light burns far too bright <br> They could even drown the sun, my love <br> But I would be your light <br> </span> </body> </html>// <</if>> The way Rune's voice wraps around each word gives you chills. It's almost as haunting as it is beautiful. You're enraptured by it and the pluck of the lute strings that you don't even realize how quickly time slips by. Before you know it, Rune's performance is done for the night and $Rheshe takes a bow to a thunderous applause. A good deal of the spectators clear out, though many linger for drinks, food, and flirtation. You sit back in your chair and suddenly realize that Duri is gone. Looking around, you don't spot $Dhimher either, though it looks like $Dheshe at least ate dinner. You stand to look over the crowd to try and spot $Dhimher, but are interrupted by a familiar voice. "Duri'naan ran out a while ago I'm afraid." You turn. Rune stands at your table, looking regal as ever with $Rhisher long and silky outer robe of pure white and deep purple. Even $Rhisher hair looks perfect, each black curl coils and shines like it was placed by an artist – the strands dyed in purple completing $Rhisher look. And peeking from under those luscious curls are glittering gold earnings up and down each of Rune's ears. You'd never know that $Rheshe was just playing in a tavern when $Rheshe is dressed as if performing for the monarch themself. There are no half-measures with Rundis Lyreheart. You settle back in your chair. "I didn't even notice $Dhimher leaving…Any idea why?" Rune settles in Duri's vacated chair and begins to pick at what is left of your meal platter. "At risk of saying more than what $Dheshe would want me to, I will only say that Duri'naan quite likes my music, but it becomes a bit much for $Dhimher." "So…the things I felt…" Rune nods. "It is part of it. Magic weaves into my song. It's something I cannot explain as I do not do it completely intentionally. Most tell me it draws out emotions. Some claim that ailments they've had for years suddenly vanish after my performances. Others don't feel anything and only hear the music. As long as it is a net gain for those that listen, I will keep playing." $Rcapitalheshe smiles. "Your performance was beautiful. I think I understand why so many people crowd around for it." "Thank you, it was a pleasure showing off a little for you tonight." You watch Rune pop a nibble of cheese into $Rhisher mouth and reply… $flirt_label "[["Would you like to show me anything else?"|5.2R3b1]]" $flirt_label "[["...You're just so wonderful…"|5.2R3b2]]" "[["My pleasure."|5.2R3b3]]"

<<set $Rflirt +=3>> <<set $Rbold +=3>> Rune chews slower as $Rheshe studies you, and once finished with the morsel, smirks back at you. "Actually, yes." Your mouth drops. "Re-really?" $Rcapitalheshe nods. "Indeed. I've been told that the back of my hand is a particularly stunning sight." Rune holds up $Rhisher left hand, adored with two rather large rings with sharp edges. "What say you? Would you like a closer look?" Rune smiles, eyes curling up as $Rheshe bites $Rhisher lower lip to keep from laughing. "I can see it very well from here, actually. It, like the rest of you, is enchanting and best viewed from a…//respectable// distance." "Let me know if you change your mind." "Don't you worry, I certainly will." You clear your throat and decide to also pick at what is left of the dinner platter, which is shockingly empty considering how much food had been on it. "So, Duri told me a bit about how you met. Are you two close?" Rune thinks a moment, leaning back in $Rhisher chair. "Yes and no. Perhaps as close as one can be with Duri'naan. It's difficult to get to $Dhisher heart, and I am also guilty of guarding mine quite closely. We know enough of each other's intentions that we have trust. So, in that regard, we are close." "$Dcapitalheshe seems pretty open to me…" "Then either you do not know $Dhimher well enough or you possess a skill that few others do. Duri is open only as far as skin-deep, it gives the illusion that $Dheshe is close without $Dhimher needing to be so." "And what about you?" you ask. "I'm fairly open, I despise lying and lip service, and I like to be forthright. I'm not without a past with parts I'd rather forget, and in those areas, you will find my boundaries. But, I quite like you so far and would like to be friends if you would as well." <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"I don't think I've ever been offered friendship quite so…directly before. It's sort of nice."<<else>>"I feel like I'm negotiating a job, do you ever have fun?"<</if>> Rune shrugs. "Told you, I was forthright. And really, I think my odds of befriending you are quite high considering your sad attempt at flirting with me." "//Hey//, it wasn't //sad.//" You place a hand over your heart. "Sure, sure," Rune agrees. "It was //cute//." You think $Rheshe may still be gently insulting you… [[No matter, you'd still like to be friends.|2.R3b1a]] $flirt_label [[Rune is right, you have a more romantic pursuit in mind – and you confess as much.|2.R3b1b]] $flirt_label [[Rune is right, you're thinking about romance but you're too shy to admit it now.|2.R3b1c]] [[You remain neutral towards Rune, at least for now.|2.R3b1d]]

<<set $Rflirt +=3>><<set $Rshy +=3>> Heat immediately flares along your neck and up to your ears. You meant what you said, but it slipped out unbidden, and the way you said it was like you were whispering a sweet nothing to a lover. Rune chews slower as $Rheshe studies you, and once finished with the morsel, smirks back at you. "And I find you ridiculously charming." Your mouth drops. "Re-really?" $Rcapitalheshe nods. "Indeed. Your embarrassment is as cute as it is delectable. I get the feeling you didn't quite mean to say that directly to my face." "Well…uh…" Your mind stumbles over itself as you try to right the path the conversation is taking. "I mean…well, it's true – that I think that about you, not that I was trying to hide it! That's not…um." Rune chuckles. "You are making this too easy to have my fun, and I'd rather not stoop to Duri'naan's level." You clear your throat and decide to also pick at what is left of the dinner platter, in an effort to glaze over your awkwardness. "So, Duri told me a bit about how you met. Are you two close?" Rune thinks a moment, leaning back in $Rhisher chair. "Yes and no. Perhaps as close as one can be with Duri'naan. It's difficult to get to $Dhisher heart, and I am also guilty of guarding mine quite closely. We know enough of each other's intentions that we have trust. So, in that regard, we are close." "$Dcapitalheshe seems pretty open to me…" "Then either you do not know $Dhimher well enough or you possess a skill that few others do. Duri is open only as far as skin-deep, it gives the illusion that $Dheshe is close without $Dhimher needing to be so." "And what about you?" you ask. "I'm fairly open, I despise lying and lip service, and I like to be forthright. I'm not without a past with parts I'd rather forget, and in those areas, you will find my boundaries. But, I quite like you so far and would like to be friends if you would as well." <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"I don't think I've ever been offered friendship quite so…directly before. It's sort of nice."<<else>>"I feel like I'm negotiating a job, do you ever have fun?"<</if>> Rune shrugs. "Told you, I was forthright. And really, I think my odds of befriending you are quite high considering your adorable and accidental flirtation with me." Your skin heats again. "So, what do you think?" [[You'd still like to be friends.|2.R3b1a]] $flirt_label [[Rune is right, you have a more romantic pursuit in mind – and you confess as much.|2.R3b1b]] $flirt_label [[Rune is right, you're thinking about romance but you're too shy to admit it now.|2.R3b1c]] [[You remain neutral towards Rune, at least for now.|2.R3b1d]]

You clear your throat and decide to also pick at what is left of the dinner platter, which you're a bit shocked to see is relatively barren. "So, Duri told me a bit about how you met. Are you two close?" Rune thinks a moment, leaning back in $Rhisher chair. "Yes and no. Perhaps as close as one can be with Duri'naan. It's difficult to get to $Dhisher heart, and I am also guilty of guarding mine quite closely. We know enough of each other's intentions that we have trust. So, in that regard, we are close." "$Dcapitalheshe seems pretty open to me…" "Then either you do not know $Dhimher well enough or you possess a skill that few others do. Duri is open only as far as skin-deep, it gives the illusion that $Dheshe is close without $Dhimher needing to be so." "And what about you?" you ask. "I'm fairly open, I despise lying and lip service, and I like to be forthright. I'm not without a past with parts I'd rather forget, and in those areas, you will find my boundaries. But, I quite like you so far and would like to be friends if you would as well." <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"I don't think I've ever been offered friendship quite so…directly before. It's sort of nice."<<else>>"I feel like I'm negotiating a job, do you ever have fun?"<</if>> Rune shrugs. "Told you, I was forthright." You nod. "So, what do you think?" [[You'd like to be friends.|2.R3b1a]] $flirt_label [[You have a more romantic pursuit in mind – and you confess as much.|2.R3b1b]] $flirt_label [[You're thinking about romance but you're too shy to admit it now.|2.R3b1c]] [[You remain neutral towards Rune, at least for now.|2.R3b1d]]

<<set $Rstat to 'friends'>><<set $RstatCurrent to "Fast Friends">> You give Rune a steady nod. "I think we would make fine friends. You've done a lot for us, and I think we get along fine. I see no reason to not call you friend." Rune folds $Rhisher hands on $Rhisher lap. "I would quite like that." "Is it so easy to gain your friendship?" you ask. "On a base level, yes. You and your ilk seem like decent people to me, until you show me otherwise – we are friends. Easy enough." Before you can reply, a blur of grey enters your peripheral vision and you turn to see Duri across the room. $Dcapitalheshe approaches a table where a petite young man with blond hair sits nursing a cup of wine. They chat, Duri smiling and leaning closer to the man before reaching out to play with his bright blond locks. $flirt_label [[Your mood sours as you realize what's happening.|2.R3b1a1]] +D [[You return your attention to Rune.|2.R3b1a2]]

<<set $Rstat to 'romantic'>> <<set $Rtold to true>><<set $RstatCurrent to "Openly Romantic">> <<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>You fidget in place. This level of forwardness is a bit unusual for you, but Rune seems to value this sort of transparency. You don't think that $Rheshe will not outright turn you down at the idea. You nod. "Well, I do think you're on to something there. I'm…drawn to you."<<else>>You give Rune an assured nod. You don't see the harm in telling $Rhimher that you do have a romantic attraction to $Rhimher. You think Rune would value the transparency. "Well, I must confess that in the short time we've known each other, I have found myself enchanted by you in a special way."<</if>> Rune folds $Rhisher hands on $Rhisher lap. "I appreciate the candor. I am happy to be your friend and simply see how things develop. A word of warning, though." "Warning?" You furrow your brow. "I have been hurt before, deeply, by a lover I trusted. I am not opposed to love, but I know that I am jaded by it even though years have passed. I am not so ignorant as to not understand these pitfalls and how they make me guard my true heart. But I also know that I long for a steadfast love, so I am willing to give it a chance as we simply take our time." "So, how do I…if you are jaded, how would I even win your heart?" You hate to admit your disappointment so soon into this. "Just be a companion to me. Show me who you are or even who you will be, and I will show you who I am. You can then decide if you still desire my heart as we grow to know one another, and I will do the same." You can't help but smile a little. "So does this mean you…feel the same as I do now?" Rune rolls $Rhisher eyes and shakes $Rhisher head. "Don't inflate your ego, but I feel…a slight prickle in my heart for you, yes. As one might feel for a stray cat caught in the rain." $Rcapitalheshe laughs. "I jest – mostly." Before you can reply, a blur of grey enters your peripheral vision and you turn to see Duri across the room. $Dcapitalheshe approaches a table where a petite young man with blond hair sits nursing a cup of wine. They chat, Duri smiling and leaning closer to the man before reaching out to play with his bright blond locks. $flirt_label [[Your mood sours as you realize what's happening.|2.R3b1a1]] +D [[You return your attention to Rune.|2.R3b1a2]]

<<set $Rstat to 'romantic'>> <<set $Rtold to false>><<set $RstatCurrent to "Quietly Romantic">> You nearly wither under Rune's purple stare. $Rcapitalheshe seems rather astute about the connection you feel. You can't deny the little flutter in your heart for $Rhimher. It's difficult to ignore, but you can't just say that out loud to $Rhimher right now. There are so many unknowns. You have the curse to worry about, you haven't known $Rhimher long, you don't know how long you'll even be around Rune, and what if your feelings change? There are so many what-ifs, not to mention, you're just plain shy about it. "$mc?" Rune prompts. "Are you okay? I apologize for being forward. I did not think about the pressure I was placing on you." "No!" you yip, your voice cracking. You clear your throat. "No, don't worry about it. I just…I just think we are friends. Just, yes, friend." You smile and give a resolute nod that you hope covers your fluttering emotions. "Yes," Rune says. "I agree…//friends//. There is a great many things you can be within a friendship because like all beautiful things, it grows in tandem with the care you put into it. I look forward to nurturing our friendship together." Before you can reply, a blur of grey enters your peripheral vision and you turn to see Duri across the room. $Dcapitalheshe approaches a table where a petite young man with blond hair sits nursing a cup of wine. They chat, Duri smiling and leaning closer to the man before reaching out to play with his bright blond locks. $flirt_label [[Your mood sours as you realize what's happening.|2.R3b1a1]] +D [[You return your attention to Rune.|2.R3b1a2]]

<<set $Rstat to 'neutral'>><<set $RstatCurrent to "Neutral">> "Well, take no offense to this, but I believe we should simply be amicable with each other, but make no definition on our relationship. We've not known each other long, so maybe that is best." Rune nods, and you are surprised to see a warm smile on $Rhisher face. "That's wisdom, $mc, you grace me again with a reason to respect you. I appreciate you telling me so. Not many would be so true to their hearts and honest about it." <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"Well, I am pleased you take me seriously. Some think I jest when I say these things or find me rude." You shrug.<<else>>"I sort of just turned you down, but you seem happy by it…not sure if I should be insulted or not." You chuckle.<</if>> "You are just fine. I like the idea of simply seeing if our acquaintanceship grows. I hope it does, but it is fine if it does not. Such is the nature of relationships." Before you can reply, a blur of grey enters your peripheral vision and you turn to see Duri across the room. $Dcapitalheshe approaches a table where a petite young man with blond hair sits nursing a cup of wine. They chat, Duri smiling and leaning closer to the man before reaching out to play with his bright blond locks. $flirt_label [[Your mood sours as you realize what's happening.|2.R3b1a1]] +D [[You return your attention to Rune.|2.R3b1a2]]

<<set $Dflirt +=3>> You feel sick as you keep watching, unable to look away. Your emotions are all twisted up. Duri sits across from the man, leaning $Dhisher chest fully on the table to be closer. The man is flustered, laughing and hiding his face with a hand. If it were anyone else, maybe //you//, it would almost be cute. "That's what $Dheshe does," Rune says. Your attention is ripped from the scene and you simply look back to the mage, unable to disguise your discontent. "I am sorry. Your feelings are torn, you should not watch any longer." "What do you mean it's what $Dheshe does?" "Duri'naan…in the time I have gotten to know $Dhimher, avoids complicated emotions. You will find that for yourself if you get close enough. $Dcapitalheshe seeks…distractions." You think it over for a moment… [[You pout. You hate this. You'd flip the table if you could.|5.2RD1]] [[You just feel sick about it.|5.2RD2]]

"That's what $Dheshe does," Rune says. You glance back at the two. Duri plays with the man's hair as he acts shy over the attention. "What do you mean it's what $Dheshe does?" "Duri'naan…in the time I have gotten to know $Dhimher, avoids complicated emotions. You will find that for yourself if you get close enough. $Dcapitalheshe seeks…distractions. I worry over $Dhimher, but $Dheshe will not speak about $Dhisher heart. I feel the right person is out there who can help Duri understand $Dhisher feelings." You consider your own feelings about the demigod… [[You definitely have romantic feelings for Duri.|5.2RD1a]] [[You only have feelings of friendship for Duri.|5.2RD1b]] [[You think it's best to remain neutral about Duri for now.|5.2RD1c]] [[You haven't brought yourself to trust Duri just yet.|5.2RD1d]]

<<set $Dpout to true>> You glare in the direction of the man, who's long forgotten his wine and is looking at Duri with want and affection. You have the urge to flick Duri in the ear too. "Try not to take it personally even if it hurts," Rune cautions. "I think there is hope for Duri to understand real love and faithfulness, so don't despair if you feel something for $Dhimher." You consider your feelings about the demigod… [[You definitely have romantic feelings for Duri.|5.2RD1a]] [[You only have feelings of friendship for Duri.|5.2RD1b]] [[You think it's best to remain neutral about Duri for now.|5.2RD1c]]

You glare in the direction of the man, who's long forgotten his wine and is looking at Duri with want and affection. You fight your reflex to gag. "Try not to take it personally even if it hurts," Rune cautions. "I think there is hope for Duri to understand real love and faithfulness, so don't despair if you feel something for $Dhimher." You consider your feelings about the demigod… [[You definitely have romantic feelings for Duri.|5.2RD1a]] [[You only have feelings of friendship for Duri.|5.2RD1b]] [[You think it's best to remain neutral about Duri for now.|5.2RD1c]]

<<set $Dstat to 'romantic'>><<set $DstatCurrent to "Romantic">> Maybe it's foolhardy, but you feel something for $Dhimher. For now, for the sake of your own heart, maybe you should ignore that. "$mc, I must apologize – I need to speak with Alondra about something important before she retires for the night. Wait here a moment, and I will return to escort you back to your quarters." You nod and watch as Rune quickly walks towards the kitchen. You decide it's best not to watch Duri flirt and begin to poke at the crumbs of food left on your tray instead as you wait. Barely a moment passes when you are suddenly doused with liquor. You jerk over in your seat instinctively as your left shoulder and arm are soaked in ale. You shake your hand out as you eye your clumsy assailant. A woman with a long brown braid over her shoulder gazes at you through drunk eyes. She wears a guard uniform, black with what appears to be a gold bird stitched on her sleeve. You suddenly remember what you heard about the king's soldiers and wonder if this is one. Her eyes are dark, and you cannot tell if they are colored black or if she is so intoxicated that they are dilated. You can tell by how she holds her jaw that she chews a wad of tobacco. "Whoops!" she calls, slamming her tankard down. "Didn't see ya there." <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>"No harm done," you reassure, hoping she will leave quickly.<<else>>"I don't know if I believe that, but you do appear to be staggeringly drunk."<</if>> "By the sword, maybe it's the ale, but you have a body that I'd like to get to know." <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"Perhaps you shouldn't make such an assessment while drunk."<<else>>"It's the ale – I'm actually a large muskrat."<</if>> She laughs uproariously. "Yer funny too!" Suddenly, she throws up one leg, slamming her boot on the top of the table so you are faced with her pelvis as she stands over you. You couldn't tell how tall she was before, and you also missed the big sword hanging from her hip. Her boot is muddy and dirties the table. You glance up at her to see her smiling, tobacco stains riddle her teeth. <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"//Delightful//," you mutter.<<else>>"I'm telling you – big muskrat – big."<</if>> "Come on, baby, you gotta room here? Take me to it. I won't tell anyone, I'll let you touch my sword even. You want money or something? That's fine by me, I've got lots of gold." You wave your hand. <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>"I'm sorry, but no, I am not interested. I've heard there is a brothel somewhere, I'm sure the innkeepers would give you directions."<<else>>"''No'', I don't want anything to do with you, leave me be," you insist.<</if>> She grabs you by your bad shoulder, making you yelp in pain. "Let me convince you, baby," she coos, oblivious to the discomfort she brings you. Her hand is ripped off you in the blink of an eye before you can do anything about her yourself. The tankard of ale clatters to the floor as she slams into the ground, Duri stands over her. "You were told no, asshole!" $Dheshe yells. The room goes quiet as everyone stares. You hear the screeching of chair legs as a few other patrons, in the same uniform as the woman, stand with hands on swords. The tension in the room is palpable. The woman flounders on the floor, too drunk to get up as another soldier approaches. "Do you have any idea-" "Oh fuck off," Duri snarls. "She was hassling my friend here and you fucking know it. You turn a blind eye because this isn't //your// city." "How dare you-" Duri rushes the soldier, getting right in their face. "Don't try that with ''me''. I am the last fucking person here you should try cocking around with." "Easy, easy everybody," Garza pleads calmly from the bar. "Break it up. If you're going to fight – you get out of my establishment. We all saw her put a hand on the kid, she got what was coming and now that's the end of the story. You're all even and you are done. That's final." The soldier backs up, eyeing Duri carefully as they pick up the woman from the floor and drag her back to their table. The lingering tension finally eases. "You okay?" Duri asks, shoulders relaxing. You nod. "Yeah, I am now. Thank you." "Runey's gonna be upset I think, but…sorry if I- Well, I got mad when she touched you like that. I fucking hated it." Duri takes a moment to look into your eyes, but $Dheshe looks more puzzled than angry. "I mean…I'd be angry if she touched anyone who said no. It's just…not right. So, yeah." You look across the room and find that the blond stranger is gone. "Let me take you to your room, $mc," Duri offers. [[You nod and make to leave with Duri.|5.2RD1a1]]

<<set $Dstat to 'friends'>><<set $DstatCurrent to "Friends">> You'd like to consider $Dhimher a friend and you wonder if $Dheshe feels the same. "$mc, I must apologize – I need to speak with Alondra about something important before she retires for the night. Wait here a moment, and I will return to escort you back to your quarters." You nod and watch as Rune quickly walks towards the kitchen. You decide it's best not to watch Duri flirt and begin to poke at the crumbs of food left on your tray instead as you wait. Barely a moment passes when you are suddenly doused with liquor. You jerk over in your seat instinctively as your left shoulder and arm are soaked in ale. You shake your hand out as you eye your clumsy assailant. A woman with a long brown braid over her shoulder gazes at you through drunk eyes. She wears a guard uniform, black with what appears to be a gold bird stitched on her sleeve. You suddenly remember what you heard about the king's soldiers and wonder if this is one. Her eyes are dark, and you cannot tell if they are colored black or if she is so intoxicated that they are dilated. You can tell by how she holds her jaw, that she chews a wad of tobacco. "Whoops!" she calls, slamming her tankard down. "Didn't see ya there." <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>"No harm done," you reassure, hoping she will leave quickly.<<else>>"I don't know if I believe that, but you do appear to be staggeringly drunk."<</if>> "By the sword, maybe it's the ale, but you have a body that I'd like to get to know." <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"Perhaps you shouldn't make such an assessment while drunk."<<else>>"It's the ale – I'm actually a large muskrat."<</if>> She laughs uproariously. "Yer funny too!" Suddenly, she throws up one leg, slamming her boot on the top of the table so you are faced with her pelvis as she stands over you. You couldn't tell how tall she was before, and you also missed the big sword hanging from her hip. Her boot is muddy and dirties the table. You glance up at her to see her smiling, tobacco stains riddle her teeth. <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"//Delightful//," you mutter.<<else>>"I'm telling you – big muskrat – big."<</if>> "Come on, baby, you gotta room here? Take me to it. I won't tell anyone, I'll let you touch my sword even. You want money or something? That's fine by me, I've got lots of gold." You wave your hand. <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>"I'm sorry, but no, I am not interested. I've heard there is a brothel somewhere, I'm sure the innkeepers would give you directions."<<else>>"''No'', I don't want anything to do with you, leave me be," you insist.<</if>> She grabs you by your bad shoulder, making you yelp in pain. "Let me convince you, baby," she coos, oblivious to the discomfort she brings you. As quick as you can blink, the soldier is thrown clear away from you. But rather than landing on the floor or among the few patrons left, she floats in the air. "That was rather uncouth," Rune snarks from the edge of the bar, $Rhisher face twisted with anger. The soldier flails and yells, upside down, as shimmers of purple mist encompass her legs and arms. A table of people, all wearing the same uniform as the woman, rises to their feet as Rune makes $Rhisher way to stand in front of you. One of them approaches, stomping their feet. "Do you have any idea-" "Cease your prattle. A dog of Amalric has no power here. You are to carry your business out in the streets, and not cause grief for citizens or disrupt business. Your associate accosted my companion verbally and physically, her actions are not tolerated." "We have every right to be here, the monarch-" "Yes, the monarch, a close //personal// friend of mine. Shall we take the matter to them, I assure you, they will be fair regardless of our long-standing association. Shall we bring all these witnesses too?" "Figures, the monarch in your pocket or your knickers, that's all it takes to get your way in Codrin, right?" The soldier lifts from the ground, joining their compatriot as they both flounder. Rune sheds $Rhisher outer robe and steps forward. "Make no mistake, I was merely showing you a kindness, I do not require the assistance of the monarch to rid Codrin of the lot of you, and I will ''not'' abide you insulting them. You would do well to treat this place and its people as you would your own. You make a poor example of the capital and its king." "Easy, easy everybody," Garza pleads calmly from the bar. "Break it up. If you're going to fight – you get out of my establishment. We all saw her put a hand on the kid, she got what was coming and now that's the end of the story. You're all even and you are done. That's final." Rune nods to Garza and sets the two soldiers down. They return to their table quietly and the tension slowly leaves the room. As Rune sits next to you, $Rhisher face still looks sour. "I apologize," Rune says. "I made too much of a spectacle. I was…very cross when she put a hand on you. She hurt you and did so against your wishes and I just…I could have throttled her." "It's okay, I still appreciate the help." "Let's get you up to your room, I would like to settle in as well." [[You nod and make to leave with Rune.|5.2RD1a2]]

<<set $Dstat to 'neutral'>><<set $DstatCurrent to "Neutral">> You can't say for sure how you feel about $Dhimher. Maybe in time, you will settle on something. "$mc, I must apologize – I need to speak with Alondra about something important before she retires for the night. Wait here a moment, and I will return to escort you back to your quarters." You nod and watch as Rune quickly walks towards the kitchen. You decide it's best not to watch Duri flirt and begin to poke at the crumbs of food left on your tray instead as you wait. Barely a moment passes when you are suddenly doused with liquor. You jerk over in your seat instinctively as your left shoulder and arm are soaked in ale. You shake your hand out as you eye your clumsy assailant. A woman with a long brown braid over her shoulder gazes at you through drunk eyes. She wears a guard uniform, black with what appears to be a gold bird stitched on her sleeve. You suddenly remember what you heard about the king's soldiers and wonder if this is one. Her eyes are dark, and you cannot tell if they are colored black or if she is so intoxicated that they are dilated. You can tell by how she holds her jaw, that she chews a wad of tobacco. "Whoops!" she calls, slamming her tankard down. "Didn't see ya there." <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>"No harm done," you reassure, hoping she will leave quickly.<<else>>"I don't know if I believe that, but you do appear to be staggeringly drunk."<</if>> "By the sword, maybe it's the ale, but you have a body that I'd like to get to know." <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"Perhaps you shouldn't make such an assessment while drunk."<<else>>"It's the ale – I'm actually a large muskrat."<</if>> She laughs uproariously. "Yer funny too!" Suddenly, she throws up one leg, slamming her boot on the top of the table so you are faced with her pelvis as she stands over you. You couldn't tell how tall she was before, and you also missed the big sword hanging from her hip. Her boot is muddy and dirties the table. You glance up at her to see her smiling, tobacco stains riddle her teeth. <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"//Delightful//," you mutter.<<else>>"I'm telling you – big muskrat – big."<</if>> "Come on, baby, you gotta room here? Take me to it. I won't tell anyone, I'll let you touch my sword even. You want money or something? That's fine by me, I've got lots of gold." You wave your hand. <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>"I'm sorry, but no, I am not interested. I've heard there is a brothel somewhere, I'm sure the innkeepers would give you directions."<<else>>"''No'', I don't want anything to do with you, leave me be," you insist.<</if>> She grabs you by your bad shoulder, making you yelp in pain. "Let me convince you, baby," she coos, oblivious to the discomfort she brings you. As quick as you can blink, the soldier is thrown clear away from you. But rather than landing on the floor or among the few patrons left, she floats in the air. "That was rather uncouth," Rune snarks from the edge of the bar, $Rhisher face twisted with anger. The soldier flails and yells, upside down, as shimmers of purple mist encompass her legs and arms. A table of people, all wearing the same uniform as the woman, rises to their feet as Rune makes $Rhisher way to stand in front of you. One of them approaches, stomping their feet. "Do you have any idea-" "Cease your prattle. A dog of Amalric has no power here. You are to carry your business out in the streets, and not cause grief for citizens or disrupt business. Your associate accosted my companion verbally and physically, her actions are not tolerated." "We have every right to be here, the monarch-" "Yes, the monarch, a close //personal// friend of mine. Shall we take the matter to them, I assure you, they will be fair regardless of our long-standing association. Shall we bring all these witnesses too?" "Figures, the monarch in your pocket or your knickers, that's all it takes to get your way in Codrin, right?" The soldier lifts from the ground, joining their compatriot as they both flounder. Rune sheds $Rhisher outer robe and steps forward. "Make no mistake, I was merely showing you a kindness, I do not require the assistance of the monarch to rid Codrin of the lot of you, and I will ''not'' abide you insulting them. You would do well to treat this place and its people as you would your own. You make a poor example of the capital and its king." "Easy, easy everybody," Garza pleads calmly from the bar. "Break it up. If you're going to fight – you get out of my establishment. We all saw her put a hand on the kid, she got what was coming and now that's the end of the story. You're all even and you are done. That's final." Rune nods to Garza and sets the two soldiers down. They return to their table quietly and the tension slowly leaves the room. As Rune sits next to you, $Rhisher face still looks sour. "I apologize," Rune says. "I made too much of a spectacle. I was…very cross when she put a hand on you. She hurt you and did so against your wishes and I just…I could have throttled her." "It's okay, I still appreciate the help." "Let's get you up to your room, I would like to settle in as well." [[You nod and make to leave with Rune.|5.2RD1a2]]

<<set $Dstat to 'distrust'>><<set $DstatCurrent to "Distrustful">> You can't say for sure how you feel about $Dhimher. Maybe in time, you will settle on something. "$mc, I must apologize – I need to speak with Alondra about something important before she retires for the night. Wait here a moment, and I will return to escort you back to your quarters." You nod and watch as Rune quickly walks towards the kitchen. You decide it's best not to watch Duri flirt and begin to poke at the crumbs of food left on your tray instead as you wait. Barely a moment passes when you are suddenly doused with liquor. You jerk over in your seat instinctively as your left shoulder and arm are soaked in ale. You shake your hand out as you eye your clumsy assailant. A woman with a long brown braid over her shoulder gazes at you through drunk eyes. She wears a guard uniform, black with what appears to be a gold bird stitched on her sleeve. You suddenly remember what you heard about the king's soldiers and wonder if this is one. Her eyes are dark, and you cannot tell if they are colored black or if she is so intoxicated that they are dilated. You can tell by how she holds her jaw, that she chews a wad of tobacco. "Whoops!" she calls, slamming her tankard down. "Didn't see ya there." <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>"No harm done," you reassure, hoping she will leave quickly.<<else>>"I don't know if I believe that, but you do appear to be staggeringly drunk."<</if>> "By the sword, maybe it's the ale, but you have a body that I'd like to get to know." <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"Perhaps you shouldn't make such an assessment while drunk."<<else>>"It's the ale – I'm actually a large muskrat."<</if>> She laughs uproariously. "Yer funny too!" Suddenly, she throws up one leg, slamming her boot on the top of the table so you are faced with her pelvis as she stands over you. You couldn't tell how tall she was before, and you also missed the big sword hanging from her hip. Her boot is muddy and dirties the table. You glance up at her to see her smiling, tobacco stains riddle her teeth. <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"//Delightful//," you mutter.<<else>>"I'm telling you – big muskrat – big."<</if>> "Come on, baby, you gotta room here? Take me to it. I won't tell anyone, I'll let you touch my sword even. You want money or something? That's fine by me, I've got lots of gold." You wave your hand. <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>"I'm sorry, but no, I am not interested. I've heard there is a brothel somewhere, I'm sure the innkeepers would give you directions."<<else>>"''No'', I don't want anything to do with you, leave me be," you insist.<</if>> She grabs you by your bad shoulder, making you yelp in pain. "Let me convince you, baby," she coos, oblivious to the discomfort she brings you. As quick as you can blink, the soldier is thrown clear away from you. But rather than landing on the floor or among the few patrons left, she floats in the air. "That was rather uncouth," Rune snarks from the edge of the bar, $Rhisher face twisted with anger. The soldier flails and yells, upside down, as shimmers of purple mist encompass her legs and arms. A table of people, all wearing the same uniform as the woman, rises to their feet as Rune makes $Rhisher way to stand in front of you. One of them approaches, stomping their feet. "Do you have any idea-" "Cease your prattle. A dog of Amalric has no power here. You are to carry your business out in the streets, and not cause grief for citizens or disrupt business. Your associate accosted my companion verbally and physically, her actions are not tolerated." "We have every right to be here, the monarch-" "Yes, the monarch, a close //personal// friend of mine. Shall we take the matter to them, I assure you, they will be fair regardless of our long-standing association. Shall we bring all these witnesses too?" "Figures, the monarch in your pocket or your knickers, that's all it takes to get your way in Codrin, right?" The soldier lifts from the ground, joining their compatriot as they both flounder. Rune sheds $Rhisher outer robe and steps forward. "Make no mistake, I was merely showing you a kindness, I do not require the assistance of the monarch to rid Codrin of the lot of you, and I will ''not'' abide you insulting them. You would do well to treat this place and its people as you would your own. You make a poor example of the capital and its king." "Easy, easy everybody," Garza pleads calmly from the bar. "Break it up. If you're going to fight – you get out of my establishment. We all saw her put a hand on the kid, she got what was coming and now that's the end of the story. You're all even and you are done. That's final." Rune nods to Garza and sets the two soldiers down. They return to their table quietly and the tension slowly leaves the room. As Rune sits next to you, $Rhisher face still looks sour. "I apologize," Rune says. "I made too much of a spectacle. I was…very cross when she put a hand on you. She hurt you and did so against your wishes and I just…I could have throttled her." "It's okay, I still appreciate the help." "Let's get you up to your room, I would like to settle in as well." [[You nod and make to leave with Rune.|5.2RD1a2]]

<<set $ch5drunk to 'Duri'>> As you make your way through the room, Rune catches your eye, nods, and smiles when $Rheshe sees Duri with you and returns to speaking with the innkeepers. Duri doesn't speak as you go up the stairs, down the hall and back to your room. "Sleep well, $mc. I'll be milling around, but you may not see me much for a few days. I'm curious about what those soldiers are looking for." <<if $RecklessCautious > 49>>You shake your head. "You know, I'm no stranger to questionable decisions, but are you sure that's wise? You also did just make a scene with them and I don't think they like you very much."<<else>>You shake your head. "Duri, no. That could be so dangerous. What if they hold a grudge after what just happened?"<</if>> "I'll deal with it." Duri gives you a smug smile, snaggletooth on display. "My strength is returning, I'm not scared of them and they don't have jurisdiction here. Not that anyone can apply human laws to me anyway." $Dcapitalheshe snorts a laugh. <<if $Dstat is 'romantic'>>"I mean it. Be careful. I don't want anything to happen to you."<<else>>"You must be careful, promise me you won't get yourself hurt."<</if>> <<if $Dstat is 'romantic'>>Duri studies you a moment. "I promise I will be very careful, only because you asked me to. Would you like me to seal my promise with a goodnight kiss?" <<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>You blanch.<<else>>Your eyes widen.<</if>> $flirt_label [[Accept the kiss.|5.2RD1a1a]] $flirt_label [[You want a truly sincere promise as your token.|5.2RD1a1b]] [[You do not need a token for Duri's promise.|5.2RD1a1c]] <<else>> "I swear to you, I will be cautious. I will think before I do anything stupid, just for you." You nod. "I'll…see you soon then, I hope." Duri winks at you before walking backward down the hall. You watch $Dhimher until $Dheshe turns tail and heads down the stairs. [[You retire for the evening.|5.2RDend]] <</if>>

Agreement slips from your lips, and Duri wastes no time in sealing $Dhisher promise. You expect $Dhisher lips to slot against yours, but Duri dodges your mouth completely. Instead, $Dheshe brings you in close and nestles $Dhisher face in the crook of your neck. Still, $Dhisher lips do not touch. You feel the tip of Duri's nose and $Dhisher hot breath taunt your sensitive flesh slowly up your neck and along your jaw, all the way to your temple where $Dheshe places a slow and simple kiss. "Promise sealed," $Dheshe whispers in your ear. You nod. "I'll…see you soon then, I hope." Your voice sounds raw. Duri winks at you before walking backward down the hall. You watch $Dhimher until $Dheshe turns tail and heads down the stairs. [[You retire for the evening, in a haze.|5.2RDend]]

You shake your head. "You are insufferable sometimes. Your oath is all that I need. I want a //sincere// promise that you will come back to me unharmed." Duri rears back a bit, the playfulness fading from $Dhisher face. "Oh…" "Go on then." You wait, expectantly. The demigod ponders for a moment before motioning for you to come closer and getting near your ear. "I swear to you that I will be careful, I will think before I act, and I will return to you unharmed and still incredibly charming." You can't resist the little smile that pulls at your lips. "Promise sealed," $Dheshe whispers in your ear. You nod. "I'll…see you soon then, I hope." Your voice sounds raw. Duri winks at you before walking backward down the hall. You watch $Dhimher until $Dheshe turns tail and heads down the stairs. [[You retire for the evening, in a haze.|5.2RDend]]

You shake your head. "You are unreal sometimes. I do not need a token or anything, I will trust what you have already said." "Ugh!" Duri throws $Dhisher head back. "When you say it like that, it's the same as sealing an oath. Now I //have// to be good." "So you were going to go back on your word?" Duri shrugs. "Maybe…but now I won't." "Go on then, and come back soon," you say. Duri winks at you before walking backward down the hall. You watch $Dhimher until $Dheshe turns tail and heads down the stairs. [[You retire for the evening, in a haze.|5.2RDend]]

$wolf greets you and follows you about the room as you prepare to relax into bed and think about how to spend tomorrow. Although part of your evening got a bit heated, your excursion has given you a bit of restlessness to leave the inn or at least have some fun. You even wonder about the people you may meet by lingering in the tavern. Or, you could simply get out and mill around the market for a while. Just as you drift off to sleep, you make up your mind... $flirt_label $flirt_label [[You decide to find physical company tomorrow.|5.J]] {Leads to explicit options for a one-night stand.} [[You only want to check out the market.|5.A]] {Skip one-night stand.]

<<set $ch5drunk to 'Rune'>> Rune is quiet until you reach the door to your room. "I hope your evening was not ruined." You shake your head. "I wouldn't say ruined, you put on quite the show after all." $Rcapitalheshe rubs the back of $Rhisher neck. "Yes, I'm certain I did. At least I made it especially memorable." "I'm a bit curious now, are you personal friends with the monarch here or were you posturing?" Rune shrugs. "Mostly. We are well acquainted for sure, I would call us friends but maybe not quite as close as I implied earlier. Still, they would take our side if the matter escalated. They are not fond of the king in Tallulah." "I suppose I should thank you for sticking your neck out for me," you offer. "No need. Truth be told, I should have conferred with you. You're capable. I know you are still healing, but you aren't helpless either…I should leave you to relax. Let me know if you need anything." Rune smiles and dips $Rhisher head down in respect. [[You bid Rune goodnight and retire.|5.2RDend]] $flirt_label [[You scramble to find a reason to keep talking.|5.2RD1a2a]]

<<set $Rflirt +=3>> "Um!" you call out. Rune stops and turns, looking at you attentively. You fidget, <<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>unsure of how to do this<<else>>oddly unsure of yourself<</if>>. "So, your performance." $Rcapitalheshe grins. "Yes?" "It was…magical." Rune raises a brow. "I can't tell if you are making a bad pun or being sweet." <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"I don't usually jest about such things." You look Rune in the eye.<<else>>"It's a gamble you'll have to make." You smirk.<</if>> "Thank you, $mc. I will gladly perform for you again. A private show one day perhaps?" "Yes! I mean, yes, I'd appreciate that." "Goodnight, $mc. Dream well." "You too." [[You retire for the night.|5.2RDend]]

You stare at your packs. Oswin informed you this morning that you'll be heading out soon, perhaps in a day or two. It is unreal. The time has passed both quickly and slowly. You've spent a great deal of time with everyone and gotten to know each of them a little better. Your shoulder is much better now, and many of your other ills have gone. <<if $friendhurt is 'Oswin'>>Oswin has healed up just fine and claims the wounds have barely left a scar. You doubt the validity of that claim, but he refuses to prove it since it would be 'improper.' The both of you know that is a lie and he doesn't truly think such a thing.<<elseif $friendhurt is 'Zahn'>>As far as you know, Zahn has healed fine from $Zhisher wounds. Rune reassured you that $Zheshe checked in with $Rhimher before $Zhisher departure and that the injury was fine.<<elseif $friendhurt is 'Duri'>>Duri has healed well from $Dhisher injuries, and happily showed you how it only left a faint few scars. The little lines in $Dhisher flesh are barely noticeable now, and $Dheshe says they will vanish completely soon - perks of demigodhood.<</if>> Now if only your clothing would pack itself. All of it has been cleaned for you and is already folded neatly, you just need to organize and stuff it into your pack. As you arrange your clothing, you think about the path ahead. All three of your new associates have agreed or even asked to come with you. Duri insists that you still owe $Dhimher, Zahn frets for your health and life, and Rune is also concerned for your well-being as well as drawn by the mystery your curse presents. You are still unsure of how your parents will react, but they are both generally welcoming sorts, so it should be fine. The afternoon is waning as you gather the last of your things other than what you may need for another day. There's nothing left to do but relax until dinner. Everyone has been out doing their own things, so you doubt anyone will be around for company. You think of how Zahn has not yet returned. <<if $Zstat5 is 'neutral'>>You're not sure how to feel about that.<<elseif $Zstat5 is 'friends'>>You hope $Zheshe returns soon and that Oswin won't insist on leaving without $Zhimher.<<elseif $Zstat5 is 'romantic'>>You hope $Zheshe returns soon and that Oswin won't insist on leaving without $Zhimher. You're prepared to argue if he does.<<elseif $Zstat5 is 'sus'>>You wonder what $Zheshe has been up to.<</if>> Even Duri had some sort of business to attend to. Whatever it was, it peaked $wolf's interest and she went with $Dhimher. You think Rune and Oswin are somewhere around the tavern at least. Rune told you that $Rheshe was performing tonight, and Oswin is likely resupplying at the market down the road. You're stuck until dinner it seems. Sitting on the bed, you spot Rune's tonic on the bedside table. It's nearly time for your dose. It makes you a bit tired but only after some hours pass, so you decide to take it. You're not sure what is in it, but it makes you sleep like you did as a kid. Popping the cork you throw the green liquid back and swallow. You cough and make a face. It's much more bitter today. You stare at the phial like it just bit you. <<if $interest is 'healin'>>You smack your lips and focus on your tongue. Something in the tonic must have been burnt. You stare at the phial again. It's the same one, the same cork, but something is different. Rune wouldn't put anything burnt in $Rhisher tonic. Rune wouldn't… A chill runs down your spine. What did you just drink? Rather, what was added to what you just drank? You sniff the phial, but the burnt notes make it difficult to distinguish. Who would tamper with your tonic? Why? Is Duri playing a trick on you? You relax a moment, it must be $Dhimher. It must be. Dizziness washes over you. This isn't right. Your hand shakes and you drop the phial. It smashes to the floor. Staggering to your feet, you try to rush for the door to get help but stumble, falling to your knees. As you cling to the bed to try and get up, you hear a noise from the wardrobe. The door opens and out walks <<if $ch5Broute is true>>Jasper, the leader of the bandits from before.<<else>>a stranger.<</if>> <<if $ch5Broute is true>>"Hello again, sweetie," they croon.<<else>>"Hello sweetie, you can call me Jasper. I'll be your abductor this evening." They laugh.<</if>> "Don't be scared. I'm not here to kill you or even hurt you. I'd have done it already if I was." You struggle to get to your feet, but your legs shake too much to stand. "What…what did you give me?" Jasper laughs. "Old family secret. Seems like you are a clever one though, you were supposed to be sleeping soundly for me." "You //burnt// it." They sneer. "Some people like it toasty. Anyway, please either pass out or come willingly. Your friends are preoccupied //finally//. I've waited days for this and time is money.<<if $ch5Broute is true>> After our little run-in before, you practically owe me this. Your brave little friend broke my sword and gave me a nasty scar on my backside. I can imagine his delicious screams when he finds you missing.<</if>>" You hear one of the windows rattle and look over as another bandit begins to force it open and crawl through. You try to drag yourself to the door but Jasper grabs you by the ankle. You call out as they slap a hand to your mouth. Flailing, you try to rally strength to get free to no avail. The dizziness makes you disoriented, and weakness plucks at all your limbs. You can hear the bandits laughing as you try to struggle. Jasper begins to bind your legs and arms as the two others enter the room to help restrain you, not that whatever drug they slipped you allows you to put up much of a fight. As they try to gag you, you speak frantically. "Wait, wait, please. Let's…" You scramble to think of something. Suddenly you remember Da's ring. "I can trade! I have something valuable!" Surprisingly, Jasper stops. "Oh?" They look at the others. "What is it?" "A ring." "And?" Jasper grips your face and forces you to look at them. "I just know it's valuable, my father gave it to me in case I was in trouble. I know it's important, just not how." "Where?" one of the other bandits demands. "My pack, the big one in the middle, it's tucked in a pouch at the very bottom," you explain. Jasper doesn't take their hands off you. "Dump it," they command the others. The two do as they say, unlatching your pack and turning it over. All your clothes scatter about, tempting you to chide the ruffians. The pouch tumbles out after, clattering to the floor. Jasper snatches it and empties it into their hand. Out pops…a rock. A rock about the size of the ring. "Ooh, very valuable indeed," Jasper mocks. "I'd say you should take it up with your dear poppa, but I doubt you'll be seeing him anytime soon." You stare in shock. You haven't even touched the ring since you set out. You always…felt the bottom of your bag to ensure it was there. You never even uncovered it completely when you camped. No one could have seen it. This isn't possible. Jasper taps your cheek. "Something tells me that you may have been robbed. Wow, this //really// isn't your season is it?" They laugh and the other two join in as they continue to bind your hands and feet and then wrap a cloth in and around your mouth. You whimper as your eyes get heavy and you begin to lose consciousness. [[Everything goes black.|5.E2]] <<else>> You make a mental note to tell Rune that $Rheshe might have something spoilt in their apothecary supplies. You chase the bitter tonic with a glass of water, downing the whole thing before the taste seems sufficiently washed from your tongue. You sigh as you crawl into your bed. You're bored, so bored that you're tired as well as restless. As you glance outside the window, you can see that the afternoon sun is just beginning to wane. You have time before dinner, and your eyes are getting a bit heavy, so you think you'll let yourself nod off for a while. Besides, you should soak up this exceedingly comfortable bed while you still can. As you sink into the mattress, not even bothering to get under the covers, the room is already starting to fade. You must have been more tired than you thought. [[A wash of dizziness briefly comes over you as you sink into sleep.|5.E1a]] <</if>>

You slowly wake up sometime later. It's dark and your head feels muddled, like it's filled with wet sand. Your mouth feels like it is full of cotton, and then you realize – it actually is because you're still gagged. It takes a great deal of time and effort, but you focus on your surroundings. It's dark, but unnaturally so – you have a bag on your head. You are lying on your back against wood, and you're being jostled back and forth. You hear the sound of hooves hitting dirt and the creak of wheels. A wagon – you're in the back of a wagon or caravan. You sense your hands are bound in front of you at the wrists. Likewise, your ankles are tied together. You hear others around you chatting, Jasper's voice chief among them. "$capitalheshe<<if $pronouns is 'they'>>'re<<else>>'s<</if>> waking up," a voice says. You nearly curse. //How could they tell?// Someone rends the bag from your head in a swift motion. You blink to adjust to the light of a lantern that hangs above you. You're in a caravan and are surrounded by Jasper, the two other bandits – a man and a woman – that took you from your room, and one other – another woman. "You're up early," Jasper says, running a hand through their red hair, playing with it as they smile at you. "Must be resilient." The others chuckle and leer at you. The man eyes you up and down slowly, making your skin crawl. <<if $ch5Broute is true>>You wonder what it is about you that attracts this disgusting attention from these brigands.<</if>> "Looks cute with $hisher mouth stuffed shut," the man says. "Are we sure we want to sell this one?" "Why are you so godsdamn gross," Jasper says, sneering. "We're not passing up this chance. Everything else has gone tits up." //Sell? To whom?// <<if $ch5Broute is true>>"I won't pretend that I wouldn't like a little extra revenge, though. I didn't care for Cenn, but did he deserve to die?" Jasper thinks for a moment. "Well, probably, //but// someone stole my shit while we were out cold on the road, and I think I deserve some compensation."<</if>> They shift around, studying you closely. "You're a good-looking thing, but I don't understand exactly what our client wants from you. I feel a little magic spark in you, though, perhaps they want to dig that out." The women both laugh. One speaks. "It's one of those cults, Jas. Creepy freaks. They probably wanna butcher $himher. You ever seen those alters in the woods? Big stone slab, bunch-a dead bodies around it. Typical cult shit." Jasper rolls their eyes. "No one pays this kind of money for something they want to kill." The man scoots closer to you and you try to wriggle away. "It's a waste," he says. "Ramsey – cool it. You're as gross as your brother," Jasper chides. The women begin to pick at your clothes. "You're //sure// this is the right one? Doesn't look like much. Just a common brat." <<if $eyecolor is "purple">>Jasper rolls their eyes. "How many other people do you see running around with purple peepers? Lyreheart notwithstanding. I'd be fucked if we tried to nab that one. Not worth it."<<else>>Jasper snorts. "Don't say 'common' like it's a bad thing. Wonderful things come in //common// packages sometimes. Me and Ramy here like what we see after all."<</if>> They gesture to your stomach. "Besides, $heshe <<if $pronouns is 'they'>>have<<else>>has<</if>> the tattoo. It's just as the buyer described." Your eyes go wide. "Oh?" Jasper tilts their head. "Something the matter, my little captive? Or are you upset that I took a good look to make sure?<<if $clothing is "revealing">> I didn't think you'd mind, it's not like I had to dig very far to find it!" They laugh.<</if>>" <<if $RecklessCautious > 49>>You begin to thrash, trying to swing both your legs to kick out at Jasper, but you are still under the effect of the drug and can make little progress. It just makes the group laugh at your expense.<<else>>You recoil in disgust but try to stay still and bide your time. You're in no position to put up a struggle right now.<</if>> The one called Ramsey smiles at you. "We sure we have to sell this one? I like $hisher attitude." Jasper leans back and you almost think they're considering it, an idea that you don't necessarily like. "I can tell $heshe<<if $pronouns is 'they'>>'re<<else>>'s<</if>> special in some way…it's tempting, but we need the money and we need it now. Besides, we could always just steal $himher back!" They all laugh. You don't know if you're even going to get a good opportunity to take action yourself. You don't know if anyone is coming for you. You don't know where they're taking you or how far they've traveled already. The drug is still making you weak, but maybe you can rally yourself enough to fight back. Maybe now is a better time to do something about this yourself. The caravan is close-quarters, which can work both for and against you. If there's enough disruption, it may even tip over and give you an opening. But…they could hurt you as well. You don't think they'll kill you if they're being paid to take you somewhere. You're wanted alive, and you don't even want to begin thinking about who is offering money to buy you like some object. You just want to be home. You think of your fathers, their faces if Oswin returned without you in tow. What would that do to them? <<if $interest is 'choppin'>>You're no weakling, your profession has seen to that. Despite being sick nearly all your life, despite being injured and battered on your journey – you are not helpless.<<if $bodytype is 'broad and sturdy'>> Your build is a force to be reckoned with as well.<<elseif $bodytype is 'athletic and agile'>> Your build is a force to be reckoned with as well.<</if>><<elseif $interest is 'woodin'>>You're no weakling. But are you strong enough to fend off four bandits in a caravan? You're not a trained fighter either, though your da saw to it to teach you a few things.<<if $bodytype is 'broad and sturdy'>> Your build is a force to be reckoned with as well.<<elseif $bodytype is 'athletic and agile'>> Your build is a force to be reckoned with as well.<</if>><<elseif $interest is 'swordin'>>You're no weakling, your profession has seen to that. Despite being sick nearly all your life, despite being injured and battered on your journey – you are not helpless.<<if $bodytype is 'broad and sturdy'>> Your build is a force to be reckoned with as well.<<elseif $bodytype is 'athletic and agile'>> Your build is a force to be reckoned with as well.<</if>><<elseif $interest is 'archin'>>You're no weakling, your profession has seen to that. Despite being sick nearly all your life, despite being injured and battered on your journey – you are not helpless.<<if $bodytype is 'broad and sturdy'>> Your build is a force to be reckoned with as well.<<elseif $bodytype is 'athletic and agile'>> Your build is a force to be reckoned with as well.<</if>><<elseif $interest is 'healin'>>You're not the strongest around. Not that you are completely helpless either. Your da taught you some ways to defend yourself, but most of them require you to not be tied up in a caravan. If only you had your apothecary bag…<<if $bodytype is 'broad and sturdy'>> At least your build is a force to be reckoned with, maybe it's enough to give you an edge.<<elseif $bodytype is 'athletic and agile'>> At least your build is a force to be reckoned with, maybe it's enough to give you an edge.<</if>><<elseif $interest is 'tradin'>>You're not the strongest around. Not that you are completely helpless either. Your da taught you some ways to defend yourself, but most of them require you to not be tied up in a caravan. You wish you had one of your pens to use as a weapon.<<if $bodytype is 'broad and sturdy'>> At least your build is a force to be reckoned with, maybe it's enough to give you an edge.<<elseif $bodytype is 'athletic and agile'>> At least your build is a force to be reckoned with, maybe it's enough to give you an edge.<</if>><<elseif $interest is 'cookin'>>You're no weakling. But are you strong enough to fend off four bandits in a caravan? You're not a trained fighter either, though your da saw to it to teach you a few things.<<if $bodytype is 'broad and sturdy'>> At least your build is a force to be reckoned with, maybe it's enough to give you an edge.<<elseif $bodytype is 'athletic and agile'>> At least your build is a force to be reckoned with, maybe it's enough to give you an edge.<</if>><</if>> You need to do //something//. [[You resist the urge to fight and try to wait, trusting your friends.|5.E2a][$RecklessCautious to Math.clamp($RecklessCautious - 10, 0, 100)]] [[You will fight tooth and nail to get out of this.|5.E2b][$RecklessCautious to Math.clamp($RecklessCautious + 10, 0, 100)]] [[You're paralyzed by emotion and begin to weep.|5.E2c][$RecklessCautious to Math.clamp($RecklessCautious - 5, 0, 100)]]

But a strange noise makes your adrenaline surge so that you spring awake. You sit up, only to find yourself abnormally groggy. The room spins. You hear something again and your eyes snap to a figure exiting the wardrobe across the room. Jumping from the bed, you stumble, barely catching yourself on the nightstand to stay up. You hear the tonic phial crash to the floor. Your vision is swimming, but the way your heart pounds tells you that you mustn't give in. You focus on the person. <<if $ch5Broute is true>>It's Jasper, the bandit leader from before.<</if>> <<if $ch5Broute is true>>"Hello again, sweetie," they croon.<<else>>"Hello sweetie, you can call me Jasper. I'll be your abductor this evening." They laugh.<</if>> "Don't be scared. I'm not here to kill you or even hurt you. I'd have done it already if I was." <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>"Just…just take it easy," you say. "Let's talk."<<else>>"Stay the fuck away from me," you say, putting as much venom as you can in your tone.<</if>> You know very well that you are not in a good position to posture or wiggle out of this. Jasper coos. "You are too cute. Anyway, please either pass out or come willingly. Your friends are preoccupied //finally//. I've waited days for this and time is money.<<if $ch5Broute is true>> After our little run-in before, you practically owe me this. Your brave little friend broke my sword and gave me a nasty scar on my backside. I can imagine his delicious screams when he finds you missing.<</if>>" You hear one of the windows rattle and look over as another bandit begins to force it open and crawl through. You are trapped, likely drugged, and already outnumbered. <<if $RecklessCautious > 49>>You bolt. At least you try to. Your legs flounder as you push to reach the door, but Jasper easily intercepts you and you fall to the floor.<<else>>You decide to play this safely. You don't have any chance right now, but if you can bide your time and stay conscious, you may be able to escape another way. Jasper quickly closes in on you, forcing you to the floor.<</if>> You can hear the bandits laughing as you try to struggle against being restrained. Jasper begins to bind your legs and arms as the two others move to help restrain you, not that whatever drug they slipped you allows you to put up much of a fight. "Wait, wait, please. Let's…" You scramble to think of something before they gag you. Suddenly you remember Da's ring. "I can trade! I have something valuable!" Surprisingly, Jasper stops. "Oh?" They look at the others. "What is it?" "A ring." "And?" Jasper grips your face and forces you to look at them. "I just know it's valuable, my father gave it to me in case I was in trouble. I know it's important just now how." "Where?" one of the other bandits demands. "My pack, the big one in the middle, it's tucked in a pouch at the very bottom," you explain. Jasper doesn't take their hands off you. "Dump it," they command the others. The two do as they say, unlatching your pack and turning it over. All your clothes scatter about, tempting you to chide the ruffians. The pouch tumbles out after, clattering to the floor. Jasper snatches it and empties it into their hand. Out pops…a rock. A rock about the size of the ring. "Ooh, very valuable indeed," Jasper mocks. "I'd say you should take it up with your dear poppa, but I doubt you'll be seeing him anytime soon." You stare in shock. You haven't even touched the ring since you set out. You always…felt the bottom of your bag to ensure it was there. You never even uncovered it completely when you camped. No one could have seen it. This isn't possible. Jasper taps your cheek. "Something tells me that you may have been robbed. Wow, this //really// isn't your season is it?" They laugh and the other two join in as they continue to bind your hands and feet and then wrap a cloth in and around your mouth. You whimper as your eyes get heavy and you begin to lose consciousness. [[Everything goes black.|5.E2]]

<<set $abductionaction to 'waited'>> You tamp down the adrenaline that is surging you forward to do something. If you are too reckless, you may never get out of this alive at all. You remind yourself that you are in a particularly vulnerable spot at the moment. If you are called to act, there will likely be better times to do so. And maybe it would be smart to see if you pick up any more information. You glance around only to catch Jasper's amber eyes studying you. They just stare, expression a mix of apathy with a hint of disdain. You want to look away but you can't. "You're lucky my contact is a rich bitch and I need some fast money," they finally say. You narrow your eyes. "Don't look at me like that. I can //feel// that you've got something weird going on. Our client too. Some magic shit. I always get this weird feeling when it's around, it's how I've made it this far.<<if $ch5Broute is true>> I felt it when I first saw you too. It's irony that we meet again like this.<</if>> Something's got a hold on you…it's not right, but I have a feeling it would be worth a lot more money than we're getting for you." You sigh through the gag.<<if $ch5Broute is true>> It sounds like Jasper may not have had this planned since before your first run-in.<</if>> Who is paying for you to be abducted like this? For what purpose? Is it someone who knows about the curse? Or is it simply because it's magical?<<if $Zstat5 is 'sus'>> You suddenly remember that Zahn took off days ago. You never saw $Zhimher return either. Has $Zheshe told someone about your affliction? Oswin did say that Zahn's church was full of zealots – do they covet magic? Would $Zheshe really do that to you?<</if>> "I can tell the wheels in that pretty head of yours are spinning. Get comfortable though, it will be a while still before we meet your purchaser." Jasper chuckles. You simply lay there. Thankfully Ramsey and the other two have backed off, but you still feel unsettled about closing your eyes, so you stare at the roof of the caravan. You try to send your mind to a better place and think of anything but the situation you're in now. [[You try to relax.|5.E3a]]

<<set $abductionaction to 'cried'>> The anxiety is growing too much to handle. Now that you've laid here for a while and grasped the situation you're in, you see it for what it is. You are trapped by strangers who do not care about you. None of your friends know where you are. You are powerless. What fate awaits you? What will they do to you? Will you ever see your parents or your friends again? Hot tears fill your eyes and stream down the sides of your head, making your hair damp. A muffled sob is caught by the gag in your mouth. You cry quietly. The man – Ramsey – reaches out as if he wants to comfort you, but the last person in here you want touching you is him. You cry harder and try to wriggle away. Thankfully, one of the women smacks him in the head and he backs off. You glance around only to catch Jasper's amber eyes studying you. They just stare, expression a mix of apathy and a hint of disdain. You want to look away but you can't. "You're lucky my contact is a rich bitch and I need some fast money," they finally say. More tears pour from your eyes. "Don't look at me like that. I can //feel// that you've got something weird going on. Our client too. Some magic shit. I always get this weird feeling when it's around, it's how I've made it this far.<<if $ch5Broute is true>> I felt it when I first saw you too. It's irony that we meet again like this.<</if>> Something's got a hold on you…it's not right, but I have a feeling it would be worth a lot more money than we're getting for you." You whimper through the gag.<<if $ch5Broute is true>> It sounds like Jasper may not have had this planned since before your first run-in.<</if>> Who is paying for you to be abducted like this? For what purpose? Is it someone who knows about the curse? Or is it simply because it's magical?<<if $Zstat5 is 'sus'>> You suddenly remember that Zahn took off days ago. You never saw $Zhimher return either. Has $Zheshe told someone about your affliction? Oswin did say that Zahn's church was full of zealots – do they covet magic? Would $Zheshe really do that to you?<</if>> "I can tell the wheels in that pretty head of yours are spinning. Get comfortable though, it will be a while still before we meet your //purchaser//." Jasper chuckles. You simply lay there and sniffle, tiredness setting in. Thankfully, Ramsey and the other two have backed off, but you still feel unsettled about closing your eyes, so you stare at the roof of the caravan. You try to send your mind to a better place and think of anything but the situation you're in now. [[You try to relax.|5.E3a]]

<html> <body> <span> <h1 style="font-size:25px;"> <span style="color:red"> <div style="text-align: center;">But someone screams.</div> </h1> </span> </body> </html> [[The caravan lurches.|5.E3a1]]

The scream was from outside. You hear a bang against the roof of the caravan and another person out there begins to yell. The horses pick up speed and you all begin to rock and bounce. "What the fuck is going on out there!?" Jasper yells as the others try to brace themselves against the shaking caravan. A muffled voice calls back, likely the driver. "Sam just bit it! Someone's after us!" The women both start frantically looking for something. "Shit, shit, shit – fucking knew this was too easy!" one yells. You hear wood splinter and look over to see Ramsey with his mouth open in a silent scream. He yanks away from the side of the caravan, blood spurting from his back. You spot an arrow – no – a steel bolt protruding from the wall. The man isn't down, but the wound looks bad. The women have found a bow and Jasper is trying to open a hatch in the roof to get out. [[You have a chance to act…you must decide fast.|5.E3a2]]

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Your heart races wildly. Your bones tell you to move, but the restraints prevent you from doing anything. Panic begins to set in as the need to fight or hide gets more and more insistent. You begin to scoot yourself to the edge of the caravan. Jasper eyes you carefully as they try to open a hatch on the roof. They begin to struggle with it once they realize it's jammed shut. The women begin to unlatch part of one wall that opens into a window. There appears to be only one bow between them, but the other finds a knife, which you assume gives her the illusion of preparedness. Once the window is propped and Jasper is banging hard against the hatch to force it open, the woman with the bow spots a target outside aims and fires. She draws another arrow and no sooner than she draws it back, a bolt sails through and spears her in the shoulder. The other woman takes over the bow but doesn't fire a single shot before she is also shot down. Unlike the first one, you don't think she'll be getting back up again. You suddenly realize just how much blood is now coating the walls and floor of the caravan and try to scoot further back into a corner. The bandits are all busy or maybe dead, so you take the gag from your mouth and begin to work on the ropes around your hands with your teeth. "Don't go far – you better keep your butt down because you're my hostage," Jasper says with a snarl. There's another scream, you think from the driver. A couple of thuds resound and then the caravan bounces hard like it hit something in the road. Jasper fights with the hatch again. "What the fuck is wrong with this thing!?" The caravan lurches again – hard – and flips. [[The horses scream once more.|5.E3b]]

<<set $foughtbandits to true>> Thankfully your hands are not bound to anything else, so you reach up and rip out the gag so you can work on the rope with your teeth. You manage to quickly free your hands. The women spot what you're trying and immediately rush you. With no time to dawdle, you make do with your feet still bound and scoot back. <<if $bodytype is 'broad and sturdy'>> With limited room to maneuver, they have to form a line to get to you. With no time to think, you manage to get your feet under you enough to hurtle yourself forward and crash into them. It catches them completely off guard and you all go down in a heap. Jasper curses at the hatch as Ramsey comes at you with a baton, but he's slow and sluggish from his injury. You struggle to right yourself as he brings it down on your back. One of the women pinned beneath you begins to land punches in your side, but she is just in line for you to knock your head into her. After a dazed moment, her body relaxes as she passes out from the blow. You roll away in time with the caravan lurching hard as the horses pick up speed. Ramsey loses his balance as he brings the baton back down and hits the other woman by accident. A knife slides away from her grip. Grabbing the knife quickly, you begin to hack at the ropes on your ankles, but you don't get them off before Ramsey throws himself against you, which seems to hurt him as much as it does you. He pins you to the caravan wall and tries to take you to the floor, but you firmly resist. "Why the fuck are you so damn strong!" he yells as he tries to grab your arms to restrain them instead. You grab hold of his wrists and begin to force him off you, muscles straining but determination fueling you. "Because I take after my papa!" you yell back as you reverse his pin and slam his back into the wall. He screams in pain and succumbs, his eyes rolling back as he falls to the floor. Once you regain your senses, Jasper is upon you. They knee you in the gut and then swing behind you to grapple you by the throat. The entire caravan suddenly lurches and you hear another scream from outside. It's only a momentary distraction as Jasper continues to try and rend you to your knees. You struggle to stay balanced as the caravan shakes and rocks. Jasper redoubles their efforts to try and subdue you and finally succeeds in forcing you to the floor on your stomach. The caravan lurches once more as the horses scream in protest of how the driver is pushing them. "Fuck this," Jasper curses, bringing something down on the back of your head. There's a ringing in your ears, but you refuse to back down. You see the knife. You snatch it and then wing your arm back wildly. Jasper screams and you think you've caught them in the leg. They slam into you in a rage, taking the knife from you. You manage to wiggle out and turn in time to see Jasper raising the knife to stab you. The caravan lurches again – hard – and flips. [[The horses scream again.|5.E3b]]<<elseif $bodytype is 'athletic and agile'>> With limited room to maneuver, they have to form a line to get to you. With no time to think, you manage to get your feet under you enough to hurtle yourself forward and crash into them. It catches them completely off guard and you all go down in a heap. Jasper curses at the hatch as Ramsey comes at you with a baton, but he's slow and sluggish from his injury. You struggle to right yourself as he brings it down on your back. One of the women pinned beneath you begins to land punches in your side, but she is just in line for you to knock your head into her. After a dazed moment, her body relaxes as she passes out from the blow. You roll away in time with the caravan lurching hard as the horses pick up speed. Ramsey loses his balance as he brings the baton back down and hits the other woman by accident. A knife slides away from her grip. Grabbing the knife quickly, you begin to hack at the ropes on your ankles, but you don't get them off before Ramsey throws himself against you, which seems to hurt him as much as it does you. He pins you to the caravan wall and tries to take you to the floor, but you firmly resist. "Why the fuck are you so damn strong!" he yells as he tries to grab your arms to restrain them instead. You grab hold of his wrists and begin to force him off you, muscles straining but determination fueling you. "Because I take after my da!" you yell back as you reverse his pin and slam his back into the wall. He screams in pain and succumbs, his eyes rolling back as he falls to the floor. Once you regain your senses, Jasper is upon you. They knee you in the gut and then swing behind you to grapple you by the throat. The entire caravan suddenly lurches and you hear another scream from outside. It's only a momentary distraction as Jasper continues to try and rend you to your knees. You struggle to stay balanced as the caravan shakes and rocks. Jasper redoubles their efforts to try and subdue you and finally succeeds in forcing you to the floor on your stomach. The caravan lurches once more as the horses scream in protest of how the driver is pushing them. "Fuck this," Jasper curses, bringing something down on the back of your head. There's a ringing in your ears, but you refuse to back down. You see the knife. You snatch it and then wing your arm back wildly. Jasper screams and you think you've caught them in the leg. They slam into you in a rage, taking the knife from you. You manage to wiggle out and turn in time to see Jasper raising the knife to stab you. The caravan lurches again – hard – and flips. [[The horses scream again.|5.E3b]]<<else>> With limited room to maneuver, they have to form a line to get to you. With no time to think, you manage to get your feet under you enough to hurtle yourself forward and crash into them. One of them falls with you, bashing her head on something and going still. The other rushes to look for something. Jasper curses at the hatch as Ramsey comes at you with a baton, but he's slow and sluggish from his injury. You struggle to right yourself as he brings it down on your back. The other woman retrieves a knife and comes at you as you are prone on the floor. She pounces with a scream. You block her hit just in time, but the blade slashes along your arm. You punch her in the jaw and then rend the knife from her hands as you shove her off so you can move. You slash at the ropes around your ankles. Just before they break, Ramsey lands on top of you, forcing the knife out of your hand. At least he's lost his baton, so instead tries to restrain you by the neck as the woman scurries to keep you from throwing punches. You wriggle like a dog avoiding a bath. You do not care a bit how inelegant or unprofessional you look, you've got to get out of this. Your strength is waning quickly. The moment you feel the woman's grip on your arms falter, you swing out and clock her in the throat. She falls away and then you start swinging at Ramsey. "//Gods// you are so fucking cute," he coos through gritted teeth as he releases your neck in favor of restraining your arms. "It's like watching a naughty little kitten try to fight back. I like that you have claws." <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"Fuck off!" you snarl. "If you like me so damn much, get me outta here!"<<else>>"And just like a naughty kitten, I will piss on everything you love!" you snap back in disgust.<</if>> You start gaining on him and he struggles to keep your arms pinned. You slip one from his grip and throw your fist against his face. "Where the fuck did you learn to be so tenacious!?" he yells, blood pouring from his mouth. You curl your legs up to get your knees under him and push. "I learned it from my fathers!" you yell as you manage to push him enough to scramble away. You're completely exhausted and Jasper is now coming at you. Your legs give out as you try to stand, so you search for the knife but can't find it. They pounce on you, pinning you back against the floor. The entire caravan suddenly lurches and you hear a scream from outside. It's only a momentary distraction, but unbalances Jasper enough for you to start crawling away. They drag you back by the legs and straddle you to keep you in place. The caravan rocks again. The horses have sped up. Jasper slams a fist into your face three times before grabbing you by the neck. You try but can't shake them off. The caravan lurches as the horses scream in protest of how the driver is pushing them. "Fuck this," Jasper curses, and begins squeezing your neck hard. "They'll pay half for your body anyway." There's a ringing in your ears, but you refuse to back down. You see the knife. You flail your arm to reach it, but come up empty. Jasper chuckles. "Awe, you were so close too. To think, you could have stabbed me. Maybe in another life, hm?" One of Jasper's hands leaves your neck and snatches the knife. They raise it above you with a smile. The caravan lurches again – hard – and flips. [[The horses scream again.|5.E3b]] <</if>>

You are tossed about the caravan like a doll. It all happens fast, but you feel it all so slowly. You are knocked around, slamming into the walls, the roof, and into the bandits. The meager supplies inside are loosed and knocked into you. You feel like you are at the bottom of a pestle and the mortar is pounded down over and over to break you up. When the caravan finally stops moving, you're not sure if you're alive or dead. Consciousness barely clings to you as everything settles. The bandits are quiet and you wonder if any of them are left alive. Everything hurts. Crawling around out of the debris, you find that you are bleeding from a few places – your face, arms, and one of your legs. Once you kick away the rope that bound your ankles, you can feel the harsh burns it has left on them. The roof of the caravan has split wide open, but the hatch remains closed – it makes you almost want to chuckle. You can't spot Jasper in the rubble, but you aren't keen to dig around and look. You spot the body of Ramsey and one of the women as you crawl out, they are likely dead. You catch the feeling of dwindling sunlight on your skin as you drag yourself out of the wreckage. The feeling is so sweet, you could almost cry. You try to get your bearings but you're dizzy, so you focus on breathing… [[Until something grabs you.|5.E4]]

<<set $foughtbandits to true>> Fueled by adrenaline and emotion, you quickly wing your bound legs up and over right into Jasper's face. They slam into the wall of the caravan hard enough to rock it. The others are so surprised they don't act, giving you precious few seconds to scoot away and try to rip the ropes from your wrists. Thankfully, they didn't think to bind your hands to your ankles, so you are able to bring your hands up to remove the gag and work the rope with your teeth. By the time Ramsey is reaching for you, with a baton in hand, you have the rope loosened. He swings wildly, but in the confines of the caravan, most of the force hits the ceiling and you're able to move out of the way. As Jasper shakes off your initial blow, you get your hands free. They look incredibly angry. You won't have time to get your feet free, but you at least have hands now. <<if $interest is 'choppin'>> As Jasper lunges at you, you grasp a support on the ceiling and fling your feet out to knock them right in the chest. One of the women swings a fist as Jasper falls again, barely missing your chin. You jump forward, letting your body weight carry you to collide with her as you bring your head down to slam into her face. She cries out and falls on her back as your knees hit the floor. Ramsey tries his club again and this time succeeds in slamming it into your back, making you call out. You flop on your butt and wing your legs around to catch the back of his knees and trip him. The second woman comes at you with a knife. She pounces on you with a scream. You block her hit just in time, but the blade slashes along your arm. You punch her in the jaw and then rend the knife from her hands as you kick her off of you. Throwing yourself back to make room, you slash at the ropes around your ankles. Just before the break, Ramsey lands on top of you. He's lost his baton and tries to restrain you by the neck as one of the women scurries to keep you from throwing punches. You wriggle like a dog avoiding a bath. You do not care a bit how inelegant or unprofessional you look, you've got to get out of this. The moment you feel the woman's grip on your arms falter, you swing out and clock her in the throat. She falls away and then you start swinging at Ramsey. "Why the fuck are you so damn strong!" he yells as he tries to grab your arms and restrain them instead. You curl your legs up to get your knees under him and lift him up and off of you. "Because I take after my papa!" you yell back as you throw him off with just your legs. You're nearly exhausted and Jasper is coming at you. Scrambling to stand, you search for the knife but can't find it. They give you no time as they tackle you, but you manage to stay standing. Now that Jasper has room to work, you feel how fierce they truly are. They knee you in the gut and then swing behind you to grapple you by the throat. The entire caravan suddenly lurches and you hear a scream from outside. It's only a momentary distraction as Jasper continues to try and rend you to your knees. You struggle to stay balanced as the caravan shakes and rocks. The horses have sped up. Jasper grips your neck in the crook of their elbow with one arm as the other hammers punches into your side. You try but can't shake them off. You hear something slam into the side of the caravan and both you and Jasper are distracted. Ramsey falls back to the floor, blood streaming from his back. A steel bolt tipped in red sticks out of the caravan wall. Jasper redoubles their efforts to try and subdue you and finally succeeds in forcing you to the floor on your stomach. The caravan lurches again as the horses scream in protest of the driver. "Fuck this," Jasper curses, bringing something down on the back of your head. There's a ringing in your ears, but you refuse to back down. You see the knife. You snatch it and then wing your arm back wildly. Jasper screams and you think you've caught them in the leg. They slam into you in a rage, taking the knife from you. You managed to wiggle out and turn in time to see Jasper raising the knife to stab you. The caravan lurches again – hard – and flips. [[The horses scream again.|5.E3b]]<<elseif $interest is 'swordin'>> As Jasper lunges at you, you grasp a support on the ceiling and fling your feet out to knock them right in the chest. One of the women swings a fist as Jasper falls again, barely missing your chin. You jump forward, letting your body weight carry you to collide with her as you bring your head down to slam into her face. She cries out and falls on her back as your knees hit the floor. Ramsey tries his club again and this time succeeds in slamming it into your back, making you call out. You flop on your butt and wing your legs around to catch the back of his knees and trip him. The second woman comes at you with a knife. She pounces on you with a scream. You block her hit just in time, but the blade slashes along your arm. You punch her in the jaw and then rend the knife from her hands as you kick her off of you. Throwing yourself back to make room, you slash at the ropes around your ankles. Just before the break, Ramsey lands on top of you. He's lost his baton and tries to restrain you by the neck as one of the women scurries to keep you from throwing punches. You wriggle like a dog avoiding a bath. You do not care a bit how inelegant or unprofessional you look, you've got to get out of this. The moment you feel the woman's grip on your arms falter, you swing out and clock her in the throat. She falls away and then you start swinging at Ramsey. "Why the fuck are you so damn strong!" he yells as he tries to grab your arms and restrain them instead. You curl your legs up to get your knees under him and lift him up and off of you. "Because I take after my <<if $bodytype is 'broad and sturdy'>>papa<<elseif $bodytype is 'athletic and agile'>>da<<else>>fathers<</if>>!" you yell back as you throw him off with just your legs. You're nearly exhausted and Jasper is coming at you. Scrambling to stand, you search for the knife but can't find it. They give you no time as they tackle you, but you manage to stay standing. Now that Jasper has room to work, you feel how fierce they truly are. They knee you in the gut and then swing behind you to grapple you by the throat. The entire caravan suddenly lurches and you hear a scream from outside. It's only a momentary distraction as Jasper continues to try and rend you to your knees. You struggle to stay balanced as the caravan shakes and rocks. The horses have sped up. Jasper grips your neck in the crook of their elbow with one arm as the other hammers punches into your side. You try but can't shake them off. You hear something slam into the side of the caravan and both you and Jasper are distracted. Ramsey falls back to the floor, blood streaming from his back. A steel bolt tipped in red sticks out of the caravan wall. Jasper redoubles their efforts to try and subdue you and finally succeeds in forcing you to the floor on your stomach. The caravan lurches again as the horses scream in protest of the driver. "Fuck this," Jasper curses, bringing something down on the back of your head. There's a ringing in your ears, but you refuse to back down. You see the knife. You snatch it and then wing your arm back wildly. Jasper screams and you think you've caught them in the leg. They slam into you in a rage, taking the knife from you. You managed to wiggle out and turn in time to see Jasper raising the knife to stab you. The caravan lurches again – hard – and flips. [[The horses scream again.|5.E3b]]<<elseif $interest is 'archin'>> As Jasper lunges at you, you grasp a support on the ceiling and fling your feet out to knock them right in the chest. One of the women swings a fist as Jasper falls again, barely missing your chin. You jump forward, letting your body weight carry you to collide with her as you bring your head down to slam into her face. She cries out and falls on her back as your knees hit the floor. Ramsey tries his club again and this time succeeds in slamming it into your back, making you call out. You flop on your butt and wing your legs around to catch the back of his knees and trip him. The second woman comes at you with a knife. She pounces on you with a scream. You block her hit just in time, but the blade slashes along your arm. You punch her in the jaw and then rend the knife from her hands as you kick her off of you. Throwing yourself back to make room, you slash at the ropes around your ankles. Just before the break, Ramsey lands on top of you. He's lost his baton and tries to restrain you by the neck as one of the women scurries to keep you from throwing punches. You wriggle like a dog avoiding a bath. You do not care a bit how inelegant or unprofessional you look, you've got to get out of this. The moment you feel the woman's grip on your arms falter, you swing out and clock her in the throat. She falls away and then you start swinging at Ramsey. "Why the fuck are you so damn strong!" he yells as he tries to grab your arms and restrain them instead. You curl your legs up to get your knees under him and lift him up and off of you. "Because I take after my <<if $bodytype is 'broad and sturdy'>>papa<<elseif $bodytype is 'athletic and agile'>>da<<else>>fathers<</if>>!" you yell back as you throw him off with just your legs. You're nearly exhausted and Jasper is coming at you. Scrambling to stand, you search for the knife but can't find it. They give you no time as they tackle you, but you manage to stay standing. Now that Jasper has room to work, you feel how fierce they truly are. They knee you in the gut and then swing behind you to grapple you by the throat. The entire caravan suddenly lurches and you hear a scream from outside. It's only a momentary distraction as Jasper continues to try and rend you to your knees. You struggle to stay balanced as the caravan shakes and rocks. The horses have sped up. Jasper grips your neck in the crook of their elbow with one arm as the other hammers punches into your side. You try but can't shake them off. You hear something slam into the side of the caravan and both you and Jasper are distracted. Ramsey falls back to the floor, blood streaming from his back. A steel bolt tipped in red sticks out of the caravan wall. Jasper redoubles their efforts to try and subdue you and finally succeeds in forcing you to the floor on your stomach. The caravan lurches again as the horses scream in protest of the driver. "Fuck this," Jasper curses, bringing something down on the back of your head. There's a ringing in your ears, but you refuse to back down. You see the knife. You snatch it and then wing your arm back wildly. Jasper screams and you think you've caught them in the leg. They slam into you in a rage, taking the knife from you. You managed to wiggle out and turn in time to see Jasper raising the knife to stab you. The caravan lurches again – hard – and flips. [[The horses scream again.|5.E3b]]<<else>> As Jasper lunges at you, you grasp a support on the ceiling and fling your feet out to knock them right in the chest. They stagger back but regain their balance quickly. One of the women swings a fist as Jasper comes at you again, and she manages to catch Jasper's jaw. You take advantage of their accidental entanglement and try to create some space between you. Ramsey tries his club again and this time succeeds in slamming it into your back, making you call out. You fall on your butt and manage to swing your legs around to catch the back of his knees and trip him before he can attack again. The second woman comes at you with a knife. She pounces on you with a scream. You block her hit just in time, but the blade slashes along your arm. You punch her in the jaw and then rend the knife from her hands as you kick her off of you. Throwing yourself back to make room, you slash at the ropes around your ankles. Just before they break, Ramsey lands on top of you. He's lost his baton and tries to restrain you by the neck as one of the women scurries to keep you from throwing punches. You wriggle like a dog avoiding a bath. You do not care a bit how inelegant or unprofessional you look, you've got to get out of this. Your strength is waning quickly. The moment you feel the woman's grip on your arms falter, you swing out and clock her in the throat. She falls away and then you start swinging at Ramsey. "//Gods// you are so fucking cute," he coos through gritted teeth as he releases your neck in favor of restraining your arms. "It's like watching a naughty little kitten try to fight back. I like that you have claws." <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"Fuck off!" you snarl. "If you like me so damn much, get me outta here!"<<else>>"And just like a naughty kitten, I will piss on everything you love!"<</if>> You start gaining on him and he struggles to keep your arms pinned. You slip one from his grip and throw your fist against his face. "Where the fuck did you learn to be so tenacious!?" he yells, blood pouring from his mouth. You curl your legs up to get your knees under him and push against him. "I learned it from my <<if $bodytype is 'broad and sturdy'>>papa<<elseif $bodytype is 'athletic and agile'>>da<<else>>fathers<</if>>!" you yell as you manage to push him enough to scramble away. You're completely exhausted and Jasper is now coming at you. Your legs give out as you try to stand, so you search for the knife but can't find it. They pounce on you, pinning you back against the floor. The entire caravan suddenly lurches and you hear a scream from outside. It's only a momentary distraction, but unbalances Jasper enough for you to start crawling away. They drag you back by the legs and straddle you to keep you in place. The caravan rocks again. The horses have sped up. Jasper slams a fist into your face three times before grabbing you by the neck. You try but can't shake them off. You hear something slam into the side of the caravan and both you and Jasper startle and look over to see Ramsey fall to the floor, blood streaming from his back. A steel bolt tipped in red sticks out of the caravan wall. The caravan lurches again as the horses scream in protest of the driver. "Fuck this," Jasper curses, and begins squeezing your neck hard. "They'll pay half for your body anyway." There's a ringing in your ears, but you refuse to back down. You see the knife. You flail your arm to reach it, but come up empty. Jasper chuckles. "Awe, you were so close too. To think, you could have stabbed me. Maybe in another life, hm?" One of Jasper's hands leaves your neck and snatches the knife. They raise it above you with a smile. The caravan lurches again – hard – and flips. [[The horses scream again.|5.E3b]] <</if>>

You startle as an arm wraps around your neck and a blade is pressed into your back. Jasper. They're breathing hard and wheezing terribly, but hold you like a dying wish. "Play along and you may live," they say with a rasp. You're not in much of a position or a condition to argue. Together, you stumble away from the wreckage. Finally, you spot who you think could be your savior – a tall man upon a brown horse wearing a dark cloak and mask. //Aster//. Your feet stop out of surprise but Jasper forces you forward. Aster sits patiently in his saddle, crossbow in one arm and eyes unreadable from where you stand. Jasper starts. "If you want your friend alive, I want gold and your horse." Aster swings a leg over his saddle and hops down. You look at him curiously. Is he seriously about to give in to this thug's demands for someone he barely knows? He approaches but stays a distance back and looks quietly at you. "That's all well and good, but…that's not my friend." You think you feel your heart sink into your stomach. Jasper's breath hitches. "You're bluffing! I'll fucking kill $himher!" Aster seems to search your eyes. "Tell me your purpose with $himher and I'll consider your request." Jasper speaks from your shoulder, cowering behind you. <<if $height is 'verytall'>>Your height making it very easy for them.<<elseif $height is 'tall'>>Your height making it easy for them.<<elseif $height is 'average'>>Your height making it almost simple for them.<<else>>Your height making it exceedingly difficult for them.<</if>> "Some zealot group – old magic worshippers wanted $himher. They're willing to pay enough that we could both live well for years if you want to split it." Aster //yawns//. "Well then? Do we have a deal?" Jasper asks, nerves evident in his voice. Aster pretends to think. "So, if I don't agree and you kill $himher, what's your plan?" "What?" "I'm not here playing hero, I don't need your little captive alive. I'm asking what your plan is after you throw your tantrum. Also, I don't need money, so unless you have something more interesting to offer-" "Wait!" Jasper calls, peeking out from behind you a bit more. "I have information – loads of it. I can practically guarantee that I can tell you something that will interest you." Aster waves his crossbow around. "I'm waiting…" Jasper pushes you away slightly, apparently finding you not worth paying attention to. "My contact, it's a-" The bolt goes right through their neck. Warm blood splatters across your face and clothing as Jasper falls. You stare at their lifeless body as the blood drains from them. $flirt_label [[You stumble away in fear of Aster.|5.E4a]] [[You protest Jasper's death.|5.E4b]] [[You vomit at the sight of blood and death.|5.E4c]] [[You extend your thanks to Aster, relieved that he rescued you.|5.E4de]] $flirt_label [[You thank Aster, certain he rescued you.|5.E4d]]

<<set $Aflirt +=3>> <<set $Aheart1 +=1>> You back away from Jasper's body, keeping your eyes on Aster as he walks towards you. Involuntary quivers wrack your body as you trip and fall. You scoot until your back hits the wreckage of the caravan. Your breathing is hard, a cold sweat prickles against your skin, and you feel sick. Aster sets his bow down and presses towards you, kneeling in front of you as you turn your head away, shivering as if cold. He takes the glove off from one hand and presses it gently to your chin to turn your head. "You're okay," he says softly. His thumb caresses your cheek and you realize a tear escaped your eye. "I won't hurt you." You look at his dark eyes. They're unreadable to you still. Does he like this or something? He removes his hand and then puts his glove back on. "Maybe...would you feel better if I take the mask off?" [[You nod uneasily.|5.E5]]

<<set $altruist to true>> You gasp in horror. "Why did you do that!?" you yell. He looks at you and tilts his head. "Why did I kill the //murderer//?" "You didn't know if they were going to kill me for certain!" Aster snorts and throws his bow down so he can place his hands on his hips. "Oh, so sorry, next time I will wait until //after// you're murdered!" You fix a firm stare at him. "There was another way – there is always another way that doesn't involve-" "Oh stop," he groans. "You know what – yeah, it was the easy way. And I'd do it again too. Next time, I'll just let them take you, yeah?" "I didn't ask you to play hero, not like that. What? You get off on donning a mask and pretending to be a vigilante or something!?" Aster stomps up to you, making you back up to the caravan wreckage. "So should I take the mask off before I kill a trafficking psychopath next time? Hm? Does that make it better?" "Maybe it does!" You feel like you're losing steam in this argument. "Fine – I'll take off the mask and start with you. Would that make you feel better?" [["Maybe it would," you snark back.|5.E5]]

The outpouring of blood replays in your mind on a loop. You turn away and rush to the caravan wreckage, supporting yourself on it while you hurl. You vomit until you are only left heaving and coughing. Once done, you stand staring at the wreck as you catch your breath and try to calm your stomach, spitting out the taste of bile from your mouth. Something nudges your arm and then Aster hands you a waterskin. You rinse your mouth and drink what you can. "Would something else to look at help?" he asks in a soft voice. [[You nod.|5.E5]]

<<set $Aflirt +=5>> <<set $Aheart2 +=1>> A relieved smile spreads across your lips. You simply stand and stare at Aster for a moment, enjoying the feeling of sun and wind. The fact that you are saved from so much uncertainty fills you with hope. Aster approaches you and sets his crossbow down. He stares at you strangely. "Thank you," you say, staring into his eyes. "Thank you so much for saving me." His dark brown eyes widen. "I thought for sure I was doomed there." He tilts his head. "You're…welcome then I guess. I'm a bit surprised to hear thanks after all that. You're something else." You shake your head. "I'm sure I will process all the…everything later." "Perhaps my handsome face will help you along?" He chuckles. [[You nod.|5.E5]]

You watch closely as Aster pushes his hood down, revealing dark brown hair that shines with a red hue when the fading sunlight hits it. He then unhooks his mask and moves it away. You examine him. He was hiding a short and well-manicured beard under his mask, a jaw that could cut glass, and a nose and cheekbones that may as well have been carved by the old gods. Aster gives you a dashing smile with perfect teeth. "I've been told that my smile makes everything better. What say you?" He winks. $flirt_label [[You blush and look away.|5.E5a]] $flirt_label [[You roll your eyes, but secretly agree.|5.E5b]] [[You roll your eyes and disagree.|5.E5c][$SeriousPlayful to Math.clamp($SeriousPlayful + 4, 0, 100)]] [[You smile and shake your head, but agree.|5.E5d][$SeriousPlayful to Math.clamp($SeriousPlayful - 4, 0, 100)]]

<<set $Aflirt +=3>> <<set $Ashy +=3>> Despite everything, heat fills your face and you can't meet Aster's gaze any longer. He chuckles. "How very…cute." You have the urge to pout but resist. His ego doesn't need the boost. You think now that he may wear the mask to keep eyes from following him around. He is very…gawkable. Aster chuckles again. "You're thinking about how the mask makes more sense now, right?" "No!" you respond, much too quickly. He gives you a mischievous smile. "You're easy to read, which will make everything much simpler for me." "What do you mean, simpler?" [["''Let's have a chat.''"|5.E4-2]]

<<set $Aflirt +=3>> <<set $Abold +=3>> You will not give him the satisfaction, even if he is stupidly handsome. You think you understand the mask now. Without it, he would draw a lot more attention. Passers-by would stare at a mask with curiosity or suspicion for a moment or two, but a handsome face would train eyes almost constantly. Aster chuckles. "You're thinking about how the mask makes more sense now, right?" "No!" you respond, much too quickly. He gives you a mischievous smile. "You're easy to read, which will make everything much simpler for me." "What do you mean, simpler?" [["''Let's have a chat.''"|5.E4-2]]

The smile leaves his face, which is more satisfying to you. He chuckles. "Well if my looks don't make your heart speed up, maybe my charm and wit would? Perhaps my mind? Hm? I'm extremely intelligent as well. The whole package really." You scoff. "Please stop, I can only roll my eyes back so far until they hit my brain." He smiles again. "Game on, I suppose. I'll find a way to win you over, make no mistake." Shaking your head, you try to move him along. "So, is your perceived handsomeness why you wear the mask?" Aster nods. "Mostly. People tend to remember my face, you know. It's a relief you seem to be forthright, that will make this so much easier." You wrinkle your nose. "What do you mean, easier?" [["''Let's have a chat.''"|5.E4-2]]

You know you shouldn't fuel his ego, but your lips turn up into a smile anyway as you shake your head in disbelief. "I knew you had great taste," he says, still giving you that wide handsome smile. You think you understand the mask now. Without it, he would draw a lot more attention. Passers-by would stare at a mask with curiosity or suspicion for a moment or two, but a handsome face would train eyes almost constantly. Aster chuckles. "You're thinking about how the mask makes more sense now, right?" "No!" you respond, much too quickly. He gives you a mischievous smile. "You're easy to read, which will make everything much simpler for me." "What do you mean, simpler?" [["''Let's have a chat.''"|5.E4-2]]

Aster leads you away from the wreckage area to a line of trees. He collects his crossbow and his horse follows loyally just behind. You can't tell where you are at. A fair ways away is what appears to be a road. The city is nowhere in sight, so it's impossible to tell how far they've taken you. Once you reach the trees, Aster sheds his cloak and you see that he wears a black gambeson with leather straps across the chest under it. He stretches the cloak along the grass, and then gestures for you to sit. You get comfortable, trying not to think of how worried your other companions may be right now. You can't even be certain how much time has passed, but the sun is almost fully set. "Well," Aster begins as he rests his back against a tree. "Now that you're away from all you little guard dogs…" Your anxiety spikes. Could you have just traded one abductor for another? "Don't get all nervous," he says. <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>You nod. "Okay then, please give me a reason not to be."<<else>>"I'm not," you say.<</if>> "Let me start by telling you more about my favorite subject – me." He grins. You sigh. "But then…I want to know about you." He looks at you as if you're the mystery here. "I'm going to be direct with you – I am a magic hunter." Your heart thumps and alarm begins to set in your bones. "And?" "I think we can help each other." "What makes you think I need help?" He chuckles. "I can tell. I wasn't certain at first, but our run-ins are not entirely coincidence." You stare at him. "What do you mean? Have you been stalking me?" "Nothing like that, quite. Between you and me and the trees, I have a bit of innate magic abilities – a unique relationship with it if you will. I can sense it, feel it, track it. Using it is…let's just say, I'd rather not. I have been feeling these enormous…flairs. They disrupt the natural flow of magic, and they draw even more magic to the source." "What source?" Aster leans forward. "You." Your expression goes slack. He smiles, looking especially smug. "You know just what I'm talking about, don't you?" It's not really a question, not really. He knows something about you – maybe everything, which doesn't bring the sense of relief you might expect for your situation. "You turn up each time I feel this, and when I found you in the market – I felt it in real time. When you became a little aggravated at me, there was a surge tied to your emotions. It is different from anything else I have felt before. And now, just sitting close…I can tell there are all sorts of things going on around you." "So what does that mean for me? What do you want?" you ask though you're not sure you want an answer. Aster leans back and sighs. "I won't be telling you my secrets, but I don't mean you harm. I'm not like your little bandit friends. I am a scholar mostly and an adventurer when it suits me. I wouldn't be so cruel as to spirit you away and do horrible things. I actually think we can help each other." "Again, I ask, what makes you think I need //your// help?" He snorts. "Trust me, I can tell that you are in deep shit." He holds your gaze as he smiles at you in a way that only appears dashing, but has too much pride in it. "Deep." <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"My, aren't you astute." You fold your arms.<<else>>"You could say that." You chuckle.<</if>> "So, you seem to know something. Mind telling me what it is?" "I can tell you what I //think// I know just from being around you. Magic is trapped inside your body and you are soaking up more and more. I would say that you aren't doing this intentionally, because if you are – you are terminally stupid. It's obvious that you can't handle what's happening." You chew your lip. "I'm cursed." The words roll from your tongue flatly. Aster looks at you, but you are almost shocked that he doesn't look surprised. His face gives nothing away. "All the more reason, I think we can help each other." "So you seek to gain something from me. What is it?" You're not naive. You know he stands to gain from you or you might not be having this conversation right now. "I need power – you have it, simple as that." You groan. "I can't control this magic, at least not yet." "If my thinking is correct, you wouldn't need to. I think I can draw it from your body; I just need to figure out how. I have some theories already." "That doesn't solve my issue though. It doesn't break the curse. Once you get your power, I'm back at square one. Maybe with more time to figure this out, but that's all." Aster grins. "If I am correct – and by the way, I usually am – I think I can take //all// the magic that plagues you, curses included. I won't make promises right this moment. I need time to study your condition." He seems excited. You shake your head, trying to not get taken in by hope. "Okay, so, how can you prove to me that you could do something for me? What makes you think so?" He rolls his eyes. "Figures you'd be a smart one." <<if $RecklessCautious > 49>>"You just caught me on a good day," you quip.<<else>>"You better get used to that if you want to work with me."<</if>> Aster runs his hands through his chin-length hair making you notice how artfully tusseled it is. It looks like it would feel very silky. "I can tell you more theories than anything I'm afraid, but I do have some proof of a sort. But you can't share this with other people. Maybe your friends, but that's it. It's not something you want to be spouting to just anyone." "Well, I'm intrigued." [[Aster digs in his pocket.|5.E7]]

You watch, intrigued, as he takes out a simple black pouch, no bigger than his palm. He holds it up like a child with a prize. "So," he begins. "We'll get to this in a moment. How much do you know about gods, $mc?" You shrug. "I don't have an extensive knowledge. Just basics from what my papa told me growing up. Everyone knows about the war. And since I found out that I was cursed, they seem to come up an awful lot…." "Do you know much about the first ones? Some call them old ones or ancient ones." You think for a moment. "Um, my papa still prays to Casimir and Hayat, but I think I remember him saying there were nine." His smile goes wide. "That's what I wanted to hear." He leans close, lowering his voice as if the trees and night sky are trying to listen in. "What if I told you that everyone is wrong?" "About?" You find yourself whispering back even though there is no reason. "I believe there were ''ten'' – not nine." You're not sure how impressed you should be with this notion. It seems to matter little in an age where gods have left humans alone. "And that means what to us now?" "//Everything//," he says with glee in his tone. "The tenth god, goddess, or deity – since I don't know who they were exactly, the texts are unclear, but the term 'god' was generally used by all. Anyway, they may have left behind just what we need to fix both our problems. But they were stricken from history by the nine we know of today." "Why?" "Why else do you cut off such a thing? Say, like a family member, hm? Because they make everyone else look bad." You shift uncomfortably, a tingling around your mark making you think. "An evil god?" "Essentially. Evil, crazed, whatever you want to want to call it is fair – Chaos is what I have dubbed them. The gods all represented the very things that gave them their powers. Much of the history preserved until today is a bit more…flowery than the truth." You nod recalling some of the things you read in the book that Nathanael gave you for your da. "And you somehow know some truths that others don't? How?" "I am a descendant of the Servants of Aigar, the goddess of time. As you might guess, being such a god, she was quite firm on recording history as it really was. I have had access to a lot of information that most do not know about. A lot of closely guarded secrets even today. That is where I read some…let's say misplaced texts about the tenth god, a //mad// one." "And they're legitimate?" He nods. "It took a long time, but I found proof of a sort. The texts told of their unique abilities to use magic, some even said that they had more power than the other nine. Tell me, do you know much about magic artifacts?" "Not really. I think I only saw one and it was just a pipe that could light itself." Aster's brows raise. "That does sound handy. Most artifacts are like that – little curios. But this god was the source of some seriously powerful objects, the ones most magic hunters like myself covet. The texts said that they specialized in channeling massive amounts of power into things like jewelry or weapons. They enchanted things for most of the other gods, supposedly. And this…" He holds up the pouch. "Contains just such an article. It was described in detail and I tracked it down." "So, without whatever texts you studied, you expect me to just believe that whatever is in that bag is from some old and completely unknown god?" You sense a bit of your da emerging in your tone. Aster narrows his eyes at you. "You won't //believe// it – you'll //feel// it. This bag is special, a gift from my family you could say. It is doing both of us a favor and hiding what lies within, binding it with magic. Otherwise…we could both die. More you than me, if I do say so. My own abilities allow me to resist it somewhat." You watch expectantly as Aster unties the string around the pouch and unwraps it. As he wedges open the fabric, the mark begins to burn. You swallow. Aster shakes the pouch into his palm and out pops…a ring. A band of silvery metal inlaid with stones of many colors, with a mount that looks as if it is meant to hold a large central stone – but is empty. You start to shake as you look at it. You suddenly feel sick like something heavy has just lighted upon your shoulders and has started to crush you with its weight. You gag as your stomach protests and then the air leaves your lungs. The mark ceases the burning, and you almost feel like it is rebelling against whatever the ring emanates. You motion at Aster to put it away, but all he does is smile. A strong sense of vertigo pulls you down to your side, and you flop about like a dying fish. "I think I'm right about you, $mc." You grasp and pull at your clothing as the need for air grows, but your arms are too weak to do much. Aster pops the ring back in the bag and seals it up. You take a deep breath as the pressure abates. You sit back up as he hands you a water skin and you gulp down what you can to settle your stomach, glowering at him between mouthfuls. You try to ignore that Aster just made a cruel show of proving himself to you, if nothing else, out of self-preservation. <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"I guess that does seem to support what you're saying…" you admit, trying to resist grinding your teeth.<<else>>"Let's not do that again, yeah? I guess I believe you," you admit.<</if>> "Did you feel what happened?" "I ''felt'' like I was dying." You scowl. "Not to worry, I sensed it. Your curse found the power and drew it in…but this little thing pulled right back, just as it was designed to do. I think we can figure out a way to use it to draw out your curse, but the trick is…well, not killing you with it." Great. [[Another potential solution that may or may not kill you.|5.E7-2]]

You detail a letter to your parents <<if $ch3letter is 'everything'>>explaining most of the events since your last message<<elseif $ch3letter is 'summary'>>summarizing the events since your last message<<else>>focusing on the more positive details of your journey since your last message. Though…it seems to be a short list<</if>>. Oswin takes your letter with his own, telling you that his letter simply covers the logistics of your journey, hinting at some of the trouble that has required a rest in the city. He ensures that the messages get to the carrier. The remaining free time you have is spent poking around the inn, which is massive, it turns out. You learn that it was once three buildings and the owners have since merged it into one. The tavern in which you came is a fairly standard facility, complete with bar and kitchen and a generous amount of tables with a stage in one corner where Rune and other performers can work. The upstairs area of the tavern contains the living quarters of the innkeepers and accommodations for special guests. One side of the building houses animals and the other has regular guest accommodations. The craftsmanship of the building reminds you of your papa's. Several types of wood make up most of the building, but several walls have stone cladding and there are decorations on most of the available spots on the walls. Paintings, drawings, old weapons, and dried flowers make the place feel homey. You also notice an unusual number of cats milling about. They often slip in and out through the rafters along the ceiling. Pest control, you wager. [[It isn't but another day until you get an invite for tea with Rune.|5.R1]]

When you awake the next morning, you almost feel as if you have reached your limit on rest and recovery. Shockingly, you feel better than you have in a long time. Your shoulder is still a bit stiff and after poking around it, you find that it only hurts if grabbed firmly. The rest of your wounds are doing much better, though they still have a little way left to heal overall. Rune's daily checking to ensure you heal properly without permanent damage seems to be an ongoing success. <<if $shoulderdislocate is true>>$Rcapitalheshe believes the tendons and joint in your shoulder should return to normal. Rune has warned that if it is strained too soon, it could dislocate again easily.<<else>>$Rcapitalheshe is satisfied with your healing progress. There is no escaping the scar you received, but the muscles and tendons have healed very well. Rune anticipates no further problems.<</if>> You decide that after taking your time to enjoy your morning you will head off to the market down the road. [[You wonder what you'll find…|5.A1]]

There's likely some decent company to find here. It would certainly keep you busy and you feel well enough for such things. <<if $virgin is true>>Maybe it's time for you to experiment a little.<</if>>Doing this here may be for the best. You won't have to worry about any awkward run-ins with people back home after all. If nothing else, you can sit in the tavern and just enjoy being out of your room… [[You fall asleep quickly, excited for tomorrow.|5.J1]]

The next couple of days could be better as far as entertainment goes. You tend to $mountname, who happily eats treats and soaks up your attention. You're pleased that the stables are very nice and that your mount and Flit are well cared for, warm, and fed. $wolf spends her time following you about or latching on to Duri as if she can't choose who she wants to be with more. You learn from the demigod that she was not a part of $Dhisher pack until around a full cycle ago when she came down from the north and into the Shaw. She and two almost-adult pups were in poor shape when they arrived. Tragically, the pups, both pure white and highly sought after for their coats, fell to the hunters that Duri first mistook your group for. $wolf never stopped searching for them, and Duri believes she has taken you on as an honorary cub. She seems unusually attached and protective of you. <<if $fullbeard or $trimbeard or $stubble>>With time to spare, you are sure to tend to yourself. Your facial hair is, frankly, out of hand. Rune provides you with everything you need to trim it back to your liking – complete with the most luxurious beard oil and skin cream you've ever had.<</if>> <<if $acceptOgift is true>>You can't help but keep Oswin's gift with you at all times. You find yourself touching it or looking at it often. It makes you smile, though the man himself has made himself scarce these days.<<if $youtriedin5 is true>> Even if he wasn't willing or able to hear your confession out, there's still something there tethering you to him. You try to focus on that and not the measure of heartache that conversation has left you with.<</if>><</if>> You've thought about your companions more with all this free time. It feels peculiar to have gathered these strangers into some sort of crew. It makes you feel like some sort of crusader or troop of heroes, though you aspire to save your own life only for right now. Once your fathers find out what you went through – coasting on a landslide <<if $ch5Broute is true>>and then being accosted by bandits especially<<else>>and then having another relapse that was almost as severe as the one that nearly killed you on your birthday<</if>>, they probably won't want to ever let you out of the house again. <<if $selfblame5 is true>>The guilt you harbor because of <<if $friendhurt is 'Oswin'>>Oswin's<<elseif $friendhurt is 'Zahn'>>Zahn's<<elseif $friendhurt is 'Duri'>>Duri's<</if>> injury still eats at you. You wonder what provoked such a sacrifice for your sake.<</if>> Two days of limited entertainment makes you sit in your head a bit too much. <<if $ch5Broute is true>> [[You hope to find something to do soon…|5.ZB1]] <<else>> [[You hope to find something to do soon…|5.ZA1]] <</if>>

<<set $Zfollow to true>> You can't stand it. You have to know what Zahn is up to. Rushing to get your cloak and shoes on, you are out the door as quickly as you can. $Zcapitalheshe is fast, but you also know that $Zheshe is probably munching on whatever $Zheshe snagged from Rune's tea cart. You spot some lost crumbs in the hallway, likely from whatever was knocked over. You pull your hood up and quickly slip down the stairs and out the door to the street. The road isn't very crowded, which means you won't have much cover, but Zahn should be easy to spot. You'll have to find corners to duck into if $Zheshe looks around. You spot your target quickly, just down the road at the market, so you hurry to catch up just enough, blending into a small group that is walking in the same direction. Zahn seems unhurried, trying to eye the market stalls as $Zheshe passes. One of the shopkeepers gives $Zhimher a cheery wave which Zahn returns. A question crosses your mind – are you really going to follow Zahn across the whole city? Even if you did, you could be back hopefully before sunset. The worst you'll get is a lecture from Oswin or Rune – and it's possible that they won't even notice. You'll just have to see what happens and if Zahn does anything to make you feel more or less suspicious. [[You stay close and keep your head down.|5.Z5]]

You shake your head. You're not doing this. Maybe you trust Zahn more than that or you simply do not care enough. Either way, it isn't your business. If $Zheshe doesn't want to come back – that's that. You can't really imagine what harm Zahn could do anyway. There's just not much, if anything, to gain from you or your group. Not to mention, you just made a powerful and influential ally. You shrug it off and the concern melts from your bones. There's only a few days left. [[You'll be going home before you know it.|5.E1]]

You follow Zahn along the same road for many blocks before $Zheshe finally makes a turn to another main thoroughfare. Even if you don't know if you have a good reason for doing this, at least you're able to see more of the city this way. The buildings are more refined than the ones back home. More people use plasters and stones on the outside, with awnings of bold colors. The streets are clean and several are paved with stone to accommodate so many people. It's a bit odd to you since you only know of one path in Stonebrook that is paved. Zahn walks on, still slow, with you behind $Zhimher for a long time. Nothing happens. The only unusual thing is that Zahn doesn't even look twice when passing food stalls, but $Zheshe did just steal some snacks from Rune. You think a moment on that, not recalling Zahn ever passing up food without drooling. No, this actually is odd. Finally, Zahn stops and looks around at a couple of little shops. You tuck into an alley, leaning against a corner so you can peek out. There's a throng of people on the road, and you feel that you're well hidden. Zahn walks to one side of the road and pulls $Zhisher cloaks close around $Zhimher as if $Zheshe was cold. You feel quite warm in your cloak, almost too warm. Odd. [[You wait.|5.Z6]]

As time slips by, the road begins to get thicker with pedestrians. It provides you with more cover but occasionally obscures your view of Zahn as well, who hasn't moved either. Your feet begin to ache before something finally happens. A group comes out from one of the shops, all wearing the same cloaks of pale blue. You count four, all of them laughing and talking together. One parts from the others and continues to walk and the remaining three approach Zahn. You look on as Zahn greets them with a small wave. Though you are a bit distant, you can tell $Zheshe is smiling, but not in $Zhisher normal way. Zahn is stiff, clutching $Zhisher cloak close as the three gather around $Zhimher. Two are much taller, the third about Zahn's same size. One of the tall ones puts an arm around Zahn, yanking $Zhimher close. Zahn seems to laugh but tries to lean away until $Zheshe's released. They all huddle close and begin to talk. The group seems to take some sort of glee in the conversation, looking at each other and smiling or laughing. Zahn looks smaller and smaller the longer they chat. One of the tall ones begins to look agitated, which the other two quickly mimic. One of them places a hand on the back of Zahn's neck and says something right in Zahn's ear to which $Zheshe nods. The person doesn't let go and Zahn looks like a scolded kitten being held by the scruff. They begin to walk away together, surrounding Zahn. Your gut twists. Zahn doesn't look comfortable but doesn't fight, argue, or try to get away. You spot two city guards nearby as well. If $Zheshe raised a fuss, there's little doubt $Zheshe would get away. And $Zheshe clearly waited for these people…. Could these truly be fellow church members? A part of you considers following them, but Zahn is a known entity and these three others are not. They don't seem particularly friendly and you are weaponless in a strange area of the city. You decide that you should go back now. It's early enough that you probably weren't missed. You could always tell Oswin what you saw, even if you would get a lecture for it… [[You'll tell Oswin.|5.Z6a]] [[You won't tell Oswin.|5.Z6b]]

<<set $Ztold to true>> You have to, it's suspicious. Even if it is nothing, there's no harm in it. Odds are, Oswin may find something else to fuss about anyway. Decision made, you turn around to leave. [[And someone grabs you.|5.Z7]]

It's weird, but nothing really //happened// other than Zahn's fellow church-goers seem to be unfriendly. You already had the idea that they didn't exactly treat Zahn well. You didn't see anything worth the lecture you'd get for wandering off without telling anyone. Decision made, you turn around to leave. [[And someone grabs you.|5.Z7]]

You startle and begin to struggle and the person lets go immediately. "Sorry!" a familiar voice yelps. You realize – it's Duri. Slapping a hand to your chest you heave a relieved breath. A few passersby give you a funny look but ignore you when you appear to be okay. You scowl. Duri tries to hide a smile but fails. "I really am sorry. I was about to speak, but you turned around so suddenly and I didn't want to hurt you, so I grabbed your arms out of reflex." You shake it off. "It's fine, I was only startled. Why are you here?" Duri folds $Dhisher arms. "I was about to ask you the same." You look down and see the happy face of $wolf, and spot a purple kerchief around her neck. "I wondered where you had gotten off to." She wags her tail. Duri pats the wolf's head. "Rune gave her a gift, can you tell? Anyway, you're grown and can do what you want, but just so you know – you look incredibly suspicious." You glare back. "I am not suspicious." $Dcapitalheshe points across the way. You follow the gesture across the street where two elderly people are watching you from the window of a bakery. "You scared the old folks. They said you've been loitering here with your hood up just watching people for the better part of an hour. They asked me to check it out." "Oh." You wave at the people, feeling sheepish as you mouth a 'sorry' at them. They smile and wave back before carrying about their business. "Gotta be nice to them – they like to feed me," Duri says. "Now, you don't have to tell me what you were up to, but considering Sunflower told me $Zheshe was leaving earlier and I can still smell $Zhimher in the air – you were following $Zhimher about, weren't you." You sigh. "Yes. Zahn told me the same and I felt a little weird about it, so I decided to check it out. It just felt suspicious." Duri shrugs. "Our little flower has some secrets, everyone does, but I don't think $Zhishers are the kind of secrets that get people like you and me hurt." "No?" you ask, pulling away from your hiding spot to walk with Duri back to the inn. "No. Sunflower's secrets are the type that only hurt $Zhimher. I mean, come on, $Zheshe's in a fucking cult." "So, you think Zahn is completely trustworthy?" Duri shrugs. "Here's the thing about trust, $mc – anyone can break it. It's just a matter of it catching you by surprise and breaking your heart or the ability to tell everyone 'I told you so.' Little Zahny is working through it. That place is no good and I think $Zheshe knows it, but it's $Zhisher choice." You think about Duri's words for a moment. "Do you think $Zheshe will come back?" "Yeah, definitely. We're a taste of freedom $Zheshe's never had before for one. For two, $Zheshe really likes us." Duri grins, making a point that you see as $Dheshe tries to get in your face. <<if $Dstat is 'friends'>>You gently push $Dhimher out of your way as you laugh.<<elseif $Dstat is 'romantic'>>You can't help but smile back and flush at the proximity.<<elseif $Dstat is 'neutral'>>You shake your head as you push $Dhimher out of your way.<<else>>You give Duri a nonplussed look as you push past.<</if>> "So you're saying that between the two of you, I have my hands full…" "Yup!" Duri chirps. "You won't see the back of me until I'm //satisfied// that your debt is paid." $Dcapitalheshe thinks for a moment. "Well, technically, there are other ways to see the back of me, but you know what I mean." As you're thinking of a rebuttal, a silvery glint passes your periphery and startles you. You quickly glance over only to see nothing of note. "You okay?" Duri asks, following your line of sight. You continue to scan the crowd and note that $wolf seems to be on alert as well, ears pricked forward right where you thought you saw something. "I thought I saw something strange…maybe familiar, but I don't know. I don't see it now." Duri takes another look around and you see $Dhimher with $Dhisher nose to the air. "Nothing seems off, but I'll keep my ears and nose peeled. Now, come on and pick up the pace. I'm hungry!" You snort. "You sound like Zahn." [[You head back to the inn with your wolfy companions.|5.Z8]]

<<if $Ztold is true>>When you return to the inn, you head off to find Oswin as Duri goes to find something to eat. You find him in the stables shoeing the mounts and tell him what you saw. As predicted, he's upset that you went off alone. He agrees with you that Zahn's behavior is a little odd, but also agrees with what Duri told you. But, he promises to remain alert should Zahn return and thanks you for being honest. He reminds you to begin preparing to embark on the journey home.<<else>>When you return to the inn, Duri hustles off to find food while $wolf sticks with you. You're not sure what to do if and when Zahn comes back. Perhaps Duri is right in that $Zheshe is only hurting $Zhimselfherself with whatever $Zheshe may be sneaking around to do. You suppose you will find out in time, possibly very soon.<</if>> There's only a few days left. [[You'll be going home before you know it.|5.E1]]

The following days are a blur. To no one's surprise, Oswin still does not care for Aster. He thanks the haughty noble for coming to your aid in a genuine manner but otherwise treats him with mistrust. Aster takes it in stride of course. Duri seems to withhold $Dhisher opinion, and Rune is generally friendly with him. Zahn remains quiet, still looking tired and remaining very quiet. $Zcapitalheshe doesn't spend much time with you. You rest and Rune assists in putting you on the mend. This makes you tired and hungry again, which provides relief for any stray traumatic thoughts that may try to take over. You also note that Rune intentionally puts you in a different room as well. You're well-fed and in pleasant company until it is time to leave. [[Finally. Finally, you are ready to journey home.|5.E10]]

It feels strange but good to be packing up your mount. $mountname seems ready to hit the road again, eager to travel. The innkeepers were kind enough to arrange some supplies for your journey with a contact they use regularly. There's a shop on the road out of town where you will pick up what you assume is mostly food for the ride home. Rune has a small wagon pulled by lovely white gelding with dark grey mane called Sulo. The wagon will be large enough to sleep two people at a time and hold most of the supplies for the journey. Oswin offers to rotate the mounts to pull if needed to give Sulo a rest. As you mount up with the innkeepers waving goodbye and onlookers mourning Rune's departure, you spot the bard and Zahn having a chat. Rune gestures to the back of the wagon and a tired Zahn nods and slowly crawls in. <<if $Zstat5 is 'friends'>>A prickle of worry hits you. $Zcapitalheshe hasn't been acting right – hardly speaking, looking exhausted, and showing no enthusiasm for food.<<elseif $Zstat5 is 'romantic'>>A prickle of worry hits you. $Zcapitalheshe hasn't been acting right – hardly speaking, looking exhausted, and showing no enthusiasm for food.<<elseif $Zstat5 is 'physical'>>A prickle of worry hits you. $Zcapitalheshe hasn't been acting right – hardly speaking, looking exhausted, and showing no enthusiasm for food.<<else>>Zahn acts almost as if $Zheshe is ill. It makes you a bit curious.<</if>> Duri sits up on the wagon-front with Rune as $Rheshe drives. They bring up the back while the rest of you on mounts take the lead. All together you make a formidable troupe. The road you will take back home is regularly traveled and patroled by various guardsmen. And now that you have a band of people with you and are all healed up, you don't anticipate trouble that you cannot handle. As you trot off out from the city gates, you think you might want to come back one day to thank Alondra and Garza for their extended hospitality, and maybe get to see more of the city… Oswin interrupts your thoughts. "Our contact for the supplies should be just up the road. Alondra said she has a little kiosk that we can't miss right as you get to the main road. She said they are paid for, but I'd like to give some extra gold for their trouble, they've been more than generous." You murmur your agreement as you focus on the path. Aster says nothing, his face to the sky as if he is daydreaming. He seems to realize you're watching him and gives you a slight smile. Even in traveling clothes, he's quite a sight. Between he and Rune there is a parade of high fashion. Aster seems to favor more austere clothing with belts and buckles and strips of leather that you aren't always sure actually //do// anything. He has also been a bit quiet since entering the group and you think he's trying to make an effort to be accepted by Oswin. An uneasy respect drifts between them. You've met four new friends on your first real journey away from home and each may help you find a way to break your curse and survive to see another cycle. Though you won't be returning home alleviated of your troubles, you will return with at least four possible solutions. When you think of it like that, there's a lot of hope. Your fathers will take hope, you know they will. You'll have to find a place for all these people to sleep… You think of Oswin…<<if $Ostat3 is 'friends'>>Your friendship has bloomed over this journey and you will continue to cherish and cultivate it through the next.<<elseif $Ostat3 is 'romantic'>>Your friendship has bloomed over this journey and you will continue to cherish and cultivate it through the next. But your heart also yearns for him, and that prospect feels a little unsteady right now.<<elseif $Ostat3 is 'distant'>>You wonder if the distance between you will ever close now.<<elseif $Ostat3 is 'neutral'>>He simply //is//, and for now, there's not much else to be said.<</if>> You think of Zahn…<<if $Zstat5 is 'neutral'>>And you just don't feel strongly one way or the other for $Zhimher.<<elseif $Zstat5 is 'friends'>>And you've made fast friends over the time you've know each other. $Zcapitalheshe has proven to be kind and reliable and you hope to hold $Zhimher as a friend.<<elseif $Zstat5 is 'romantic'>>And you've made fast friends over the time you've know each other. $Zcapitalheshe has proven to be kind and reliable and you hope to hold $Zhimher as a friend. But you also can't hide how there's warmth in your heart for Zahn too.<<elseif $Zstat5 is 'sus'>>And you just can't shake your suspicions. Maybe in time you will decide if they are founded or not.<</if>> You think of Duri'naan…<<if $Dstat is 'friends'>>And you'd like to think you've managed to make friends with a demigod. You know deep down that $Dhisher posturing of your supposed debt is merely a ruse. $Dcapitalheshe likes you just as much as you like $Dhimher.<<elseif $Dstat is 'romantic'>>And you'd like to think you've managed to make friends with a demigod. You hope deep down that $Dhisher posturing of your supposed debt is merely a ruse. You hope $Dheshe enjoys your company as much as you enjoy $Dhishers.<<elseif $Dstat is 'neutral'>>And you think you'll need to know $Dhimher longer before you make a decision on how you really feel.<<else>>And you still can't bring yourself to trust $Dhimher.<</if>> You think of Rune…<<if $Rstat is 'friends'>>And you are pleased to call $Rhimher friend. $Rcapitalheshe has already been a source of comfort and strength to you – a selfless person whom you can trust.<<elseif $Rstat is 'romantic'>>And you are pleased to call $Rhimher friend. $Rcapitalheshe has already been a source of comfort and strength to you – a selfless person whom you can trust. The type of person that makes your heart sing even in the short time you've known $Rhimher.<<else>>And you find $Rhimher to be a decent person, but you just may need to know $Rhimher longer before you make any decisions on how you feel.<</if>> You think of Aster…. Your newest companion, still an unknown entity in truth. He came to your rescue even if he claims that it wasn't necessarily for your benefit… $flirt_label [[He stirs up your feelings if you are honest with yourself.|5.E10a]] [[You think you can make a friend out of him.|5.E10b]] [[You haven't decided how you think of him yet.|5.E10c]] [[You don't trust him just yet, he may just be a means to an end.|5.E10d]] [[You think you may be afraid of him.|5.E10e]] $flirt_label [[You're...conflicted. He scares you but...you might like that.|5.E10f]]

<<set $Astat to 'romantic'>><<set $AstatCurrent to "Hopeful Romance">> You'll think on that more later… As you focus on the road ahead, you see a small building coming up – possibly, your supply stop. It's…colorful. It's…familiar. It's…Nathanael? You lean forward in your saddle and you notice Oswin doing the same before he turns to look at you. He already appears irritated and a bit suspicious. As you get closer, the colors of the caravan are unmistakable – it must be him. Oswin mutters curses to himself as Aster and Rune exchange looks. [[Once you pull up to the shop and dismount, the shutter on the side flips open suddenly.|5.E11]]

<<set $Astat to 'friends'>><<set $AstatCurrent to "Hopeful Friend">> You'll think on that more later… As you focus on the road ahead, you see a small building coming up – possibly, your supply stop. It's…colorful. It's…familiar. It's…Nathanael? You lean forward in your saddle and you notice Oswin doing the same before he turns to look at you. He already appears irritated and a bit suspicious. As you get closer, the colors of the caravan are unmistakable – it must be him. Oswin mutters curses to himself as Aster and Rune exchange looks. [[Once you pull up to the shop and dismount, the shutter on the side flips open suddenly.|5.E11]]

<<set $Astat to 'neutral'>><<set $AstatCurrent to "Neutral">> You'll think on that more later… As you focus on the road ahead, you see a small building coming up – possibly, your supply stop. It's…colorful. It's…familiar. It's…Nathanael? You lean forward in your saddle and you notice Oswin doing the same before he turns to look at you. He already appears irritated and a bit suspicious. As you get closer, the colors of the caravan are unmistakable – it must be him. Oswin mutters curses to himself as Aster and Rune exchange looks. [[Once you pull up to the shop and dismount, the shutter on the side flips open suddenly.|5.E11]]

<<set $Astat to 'distrust'>><<set $AstatCurrent to "Distrusting">> You'll think on that more later… As you focus on the road ahead, you see a small building coming up – possibly, your supply stop. It's…colorful. It's…familiar. It's…Nathanael? You lean forward in your saddle and you notice Oswin doing the same before he turns to look at you. He already appears irritated and a bit suspicious. As you get closer, the colors of the caravan are unmistakable – it must be him. Oswin mutters curses to himself as Aster and Rune exchange looks. [[Once you pull up to the shop and dismount, the shutter on the side flips open suddenly.|5.E11]]

"Hellooooo!" cries a cheerful voice as the shutter slams up and the caravan rocks. A woman leans out, waving frantically at you all. She has dark skin, deep blue eyes and light brown hair in braids piled high on her head and woven with beads. Her clothing is all manner of colors and patterns as if they were stitched together from different pieces. "Welcome!" she calls out. "Welcome to Nathanael's Whimsy and Want – come, come and see my wares! I have staples and curios and things you never knew you absolutely needed at stellar prices!" Oswin sighs with relief. The caravan looks so similar to Nathanael's, but this must be one of his other stores he told you about. The woman continues her pitch. "I've got it all, folks! Well, mostly – probably! Come see!" You and Oswin approach the window but the others stay back, though Aster looks like he wants to shop. "Hello, I'm Oswin Twinflower – Alondra of the Lark and Heron directed me to you." "Oh Yes! I am Magra Windroamer, and I have just what you ordered!" The woman yells and then flings herself back in the caravan. It rocks side to side as you hear her clang around towards the back. Suddenly, a cat jumps up to the window sill – a rather plump thing – mostly black with patches of orange and brown. Her tail swishes as she rides out the rocking of the caravan until the shopkeeper pops back up in the window – flopping her //bountiful// chest upon the ledge with a heavy thump along with a crate. "Here's part of it. Once I catch my breath, I'll get the rest." Oswin thanks her and then takes the crate. Magra looks at you so you give her a nod and she grins back. $flirt_label [[She's cute…|5.E11a]] [[You ask about her cat.|5.E11b]] [[You ask if Nathanael is good to work with.|5.E11c]]

<<set $merchantopinion +=5>> You smile warmly at her. <<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>"Hi," you say, raising your arm to give her a small wave.<<else>>You try to not stare at her chest even though it is right in your line of sight. "You look lovely, Magra," you say instead.<</if>> "Awe! Look how sweet you are! How darling!" she croons. You begin to wonder if she only yells. "What's your name, sweetie?" She leans out, her smiling making her eyes almost squint. "$mc Northbreaker. Good to meet you." "Yes! Oh, that is right – I know the name. You're on the list!" "What list?" "Oh that boss of mine, he picks favorites. You and that Twinflower boy are on it. I'll give ya a discount if you want to buy anything. Alondra covered your supplies, but I can show you what I got if you wanna buy still. Admittedly…I lied earlier, I'm actually a bit short on merchandise right now. Just keep that between you and me though, love." She snickers. "So, you work for Nathanael?" "Oh, yes, that darling scoundrel. He's off doing gods know what. If you see that man, you tell him that he shorted me four whole gold pieces on my cut. He thinks I can't add or something, but he's the one that doesn't understand the numbers." You chuckle. "I'll let him know." The cat stretches and plods over to Magra for attention. The woman scratches the cat's chin and coos at her. "Do all of these caravans have cats?" you ask. "Actually, yes," Magra answers. "This is Lulu. She's an older lady, like me. Good company and my resident pest controller. Feel free to try and pet her, but she's picky, so don't be offended if she ignores you." Oswin comes up again and Magra disappears once more to fish out the other supplies. You collect three heavy crates of food and medical supplies before you are all stocked up. You raise your hand to Lulu, who snubs it and stares at you with no small amount of disdain. It isn't long before you're ready to head out again, though Magra gets your attention and hands you something wrapped in cloth with a finger to her lips. When you peek at it, you find two large honeycakes. You smile back at her and she waves, blowing you a kiss as you head off down the road once more. [[You'll be home soon…|Chapter 6]]

"Hello," you greet first. "Hi sweetie, what's your name?" she asks. "$mc Northbreaker. Good to meet you." "Yes! Oh, that is right – I know the name. You're on the list!" "What list?" "Oh that boss of mine, he picks favorites. You and that Twinflower boy are on it. I'll give ya a discount if you want to buy anything. Alondra covered your supplies, but I can show you what I got if you wanna buy still. Admittedly…I lied earlier, I'm actually a bit short on supplies right now. Just keep that between you and me though, love." She snickers. "So, you work for Nathanael?" "Oh, yes, that darling scoundrel. He's off doing gods know what. If you see that man, you tell him that he shorted me four whole gold pieces on my cut. He thinks I can't add or something, but he's the one that doesn't understand the numbers." You chuckle. "I'll let him know." The cat stretches and plods over to Magra for attention. The woman scratches the cat's chin and coos at her. "Your cat is pretty. Do all of these shops have a cat as a mascot or something?" you ask. "Actually, yes," Magra answers. "This is Lulu. She's an older lady, like me. Good company and my resident pest controller. Feel free to try and pet her, but she's picky, so don't be offended if she ignores you." Oswin comes up again and Magra disappears once more to fish out the other supplies. You collect three heavy crates of food and medical supplies before you are all stocked up. You raise your hand to Lulu, who snubs it and stares at you with no small amount of disdain. It isn't long before you're ready to head out again. Magra waves you off as her cat just stares at you. You are once again on the way home…it won't be long now. [[You'll be home soon…|Chapter 6]]

Master Northbreaker of Stonebrook, When you awake and are ready for the day, kindly meet with us in the room across the hall. A meal will be provided. Dress however you are comfortable. Your companions are very eager to see you. Yours, R. Lyreheart

On your third day of having nothing to do, you find yourself basking in the mid-morning sun coming through the window while you lounge on your bed. Staying at the inn is a luxury compared to how your travels have gone so far. It has been so easy lately that it's almost boring. You eat and sleep whenever you feel like it. There's no shortage of people milling about to watch or speak to. Oswin and Rune insist that as long as you do not strain yourself, you can do whatever you feel like doing. But then, Oswin still nags that you should stay close to the inn as well. You've already tried the market, which is less fun when you worry about how much gold you'll need for the way home. But, you could go just to browse… As you contemplate how to pass the hours on what is looking like another long day of too much thinking, there is a knock at your door. "Come in," you answer. The door pops open with little hesitancy and a familiar mop of unruly blond waves flops through. Zahn hurries to shut the door behind $Zhimher before bounding toward you. "Hello, $mc!" Zahn smiles brightly at you, and you note that $Zheshe is wearing $Zhisher traveling cloak. <<if $friendhurt is 'Zahn'>> You begin to greet $Zhimher, but your words falter. Zahn is clearly favoring one side with the guise of $Zhisher normal energy. $Zcapitalheshe isn't healed yet. "Shouldn't you be resting? You're still hurt," you insist. "No! I'm fine! See, I'm up, I feel good!" Zahn spins in a circle as if that proves anything. You grumble. "You were stabbed." "And then a magician patched me up – no big deal." "Do you even realize how odd that sounds?" you ask. Zahn shrugs. "Just don't think about it. It just happened and I'm fine, and even if I wasn't fine…it's still…it's just whatever, doesn't matter." $Zcapitalheshe smiles, but it's weak. <<if $selfblame5 is true>>"//Zahn// it does matter. You got hurt because of me. You could have died, had permanent damage…you'll probably have scars too and I can't imagine…you'll have to remember this for the rest of your days…"<<else>>"It doesn't matter though. You came to my rescue. You didn't have to, but you saved me – you likely saved my life. I can't just forget that."<</if>> $Zcapitalheshe fidgets. "I just did it, you don't have to think much of it.<<if $selfblame5 is true>> Don't blame yourself, it was my choice. <</if>>I couldn't…I couldn't stand to see you hurt so I just reacted. <<if $Zstat is 'neutral'>>It didn't seem right for something like that to happen to you. I just wanted to keep you safe. I felt like I could actually //do// something, so I did.<<elseif $Zstat is 'friends'>>I care about you, $mc. I could never stand by and let that happen. I want to keep you safe.<<elseif $Zstat is 'romantic'>>I care about you, $mc, a lot. I know we are still getting to know each other, but I think we have a special connection. I could never stand by and let that happen. I want to keep you safe.<<elseif $Zstat is 'physical'>>I care about you, $mc. I could never stand by and let that happen. I want to keep you safe.<<elseif $Zstat is 'sus'>>It didn't seem right for something like that to happen to you. I just wanted to keep you safe. I felt like I could actually //do// something, so I did.<</if>> But we don't have to say anything more about it. It's done, I'm fine, and you're fine. We're //fine//." Zahn nods and tries to smile again. You stare at $Zhimher for a moment. <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>"Do you have a difficult time with me trying to show my concern and appreciation about this?"<<else>>"Do you feel //guilty// when I talk about it?"<</if>> Zahn pulls $Zhisher ratty cloak around $Zhimher, holding it tight against $Zhisher chest. "I don't know…I guess. I just feel weird about it. I just don't want to right now. That's not why I came here anyway. Until later, just pretend it didn't happen, okay? Just for a bit." Zahn's face has become bright red, any darker, and $Zheshe will match the color of $Zhisher favorite cloak. You sigh. "Okay. I will drop it." "Thank you," Zahn mumbles. A real smile finally spreads across $Zhisher lips. You watch Zahn for a moment… <<if $Zstat is 'neutral'>>You haven't had any strong feelings one way or another for Zahn. You wonder if $Zhisher rescue has moved your feelings. [[Zahn is still just Zahn to you. You don't feel any different.|5.ZBneutral]] [[You feel a blossoming friendship now.|5.ZBfriend]] $flirt_label [[You feel friendship and something more.|5.ZBromance]] <<elseif $Zstat is 'friends'>>You already consider Zahn a friend. You wonder if $Zhisher actions have changed your heart any. [[You are just as good of friends as ever.|5.ZBfriend]] $flirt_label [[Your heart tells you that there is more to your feelings now.|5.ZBromance]] <<elseif $Zstat is 'romantic'>>You already considered Zahn a friend and found $Zhimher special in your heart. You wonder if $Zhisher actions have changed your mind any. $flirt_label [[Your heart still beats the same for Zahn.|5.ZBromance]] [[You feel that your connection is more akin to just friendship.|5.ZBfriend]] <<elseif $Zstat is 'physical'>>You already considered Zahn a friend – and an attractive one at that. You consider if $Zhisher actions have changed your heart any. [[You are just as good of friends as ever, and Zahn is still very cute.|5.ZBfriend]] $flirt_label [[Your heart tells you that there is more to your feelings now.|5.ZBromance]] <<elseif $Zstat is 'sus'>>You had decided not to trust Zahn, but now you wonder if $Zhisher actions have changed your mind. [[Zahn still perplexes you. You don't feel any different.|5.ZBsus]] [[You're not so suspicious now, but you'd like to still be cautious.|5.ZBneutral]] [[You feel a blossoming friendship now.|5.ZBfriend]] $flirt_label [[You feel friendship and something more.|5.ZBromance]]<</if>> <<else>> "Hello, Zahn," you reply, eyeing the cloak a bit longer. "I haven't seen much of you lately. Have you been alright?" Zahn stops at the foot of your bed and leans against it slightly, waving a hand. "Yeah, I've just been milling around. <<if $friendhurt is 'Oswin'>>I've been trying to help Oswin out a little bit while he recovers. He's really bad about accepting help though. Don't worry, he's loads better, but I just think he shouldn't strain himself, you know? So I took care of the mounts and stuff like that for him. He was sort of on to me, so I would just do stuff before he could…I just worry about him…<<elseif $friendhurt is 'Duri'>>I've been trying to get Duri to slow down a little. I've been worried about $Dhimher straining $Dhimselfherself, but $Dheshe keeps insisting it's fine. Duri tries to play the demigod card, and I know Rune patched $Dhimher up, but I still worry…<</if>>" Zahn begins to fiddle with the bedding as $Zheshe looks away from you. "That was kind of you though. Even if you go unheeded, trying matters." A little smile spreads on $Zhisher lips. "I think you're right…I've also been worried about how you're doing with the whole thing. It was…rough and it was so, just, violent. I didn't think you'd probably ever experienced something like that." You shake your head. "I haven't…it's left an impression." <<if $selfblame5 is true>>A swell of grief hits you as you think of how <<if $friendhurt is 'Oswin'>>Oswin<<elseif $friendhurt is 'Duri'>>Duri<</if>> took a knife meant for you.<</if>> You shiver at the remembrance. "I'm sorry…I'm sorry you had to see and hear all those things. They were gross people. Selfish and empty." Zahn pouts a moment, almost looking like $Zheshe might cry. "They spoke about you like you weren't even a person. I just- I want you to know that, um, well, you //are// a person." You stare at Zahn for a moment. "Yeah?" "It sounded better in my head…I just know that sometimes things like that will stick with you. I can't help you forget or anything like that, but I care about how you feel and if they hurt you more than just on the outside." Zahn gives you a firm nod and a meek smile with bright blue eyes searching for acceptance… <<if $Zstat is 'neutral'>>You haven't had any strong feelings one way or another for Zahn since you met, but you wonder if that could change or has already. [[Zahn is still just Zahn to you. You don't feel any different.|5.ZBneutral]] [[You feel a blossoming friendship now.|5.ZBfriend]] $flirt_label [[You feel friendship and something more.|5.ZBromance]] <<elseif $Zstat is 'friends'>>You already consider Zahn a friend. [[And you are just as good of friends as ever.|5.ZBfriend]] $flirt_label [[Your heart tells you that there is more to your feelings now.|5.ZBromance]] <<elseif $Zstat is 'romantic'>>You already considered Zahn a friend and found $Zhimher special in your heart. $flirt_label [[Your heart still beats the same for Zahn.|5.ZBromance]] [[You feel that your connection is more akin to just friendship.|5.ZBfriend]] <<elseif $Zstat is 'physical'>>You already considered Zahn a friend – and an attractive one at that. [[And you are just as good of friends as ever, and Zahn is still very cute.|5.ZBfriend]] $flirt_label [[Your heart tells you that there is more to your feelings now.|5.ZBromance]] <<elseif $Zstat is 'sus'>>You had decided not to trust Zahn in the beginning, but now you've known $Zhim her a bit longer. [[Zahn still perplexes you. You don't feel any different.|5.ZBsus]] [[You're not so suspicious now, but you'd like to still be cautious.|5.ZBneutral]] [[You feel a blossoming friendship now.|5.ZBfriend]] $flirt_label [[You feel friendship and something more.|5.ZBromance]] <</if>><</if>>

<<set $Zstat5 to 'neutral'>> <<set $Zphys to false>> <<set $Zneg to true>> <<set $Zpos to false>><<set $ZstatCurrent to "Neutral">> Your feelings about $Zhimher might just be unshakeable. You relax and let the moment pass. <<include '5.ZB1embed'>> [[It goes quiet.|5.ZB2]]

<<set $Zstat5 to 'friends'>> <<set $Zphys to true>> <<set $Zpos to true>> <<set $Zneg to false>><<set $ZstatCurrent to "Friends">> You feel that Zahn is a steadfast friend and you readily embrace it. A smile crests your lips. "You know, I should really be thanking you. You've been nothing but kind to me, and I've enjoyed having you around. I'm glad we met." Red blooms on Zahn's face. $Zcapitalheshe tries to hide it, but you don't miss it or the smile on $Zhisher lips. <<include '5.ZB1embed'>> [[It goes quiet.|5.ZB2]]

<<set $Zstat5 to 'romantic'>> <<set $Zphys to true>> <<set $Zpos to true>> <<set $Zneg to false>><<set $ZstatCurrent to "Romantic">> You feel that Zahn is a steadfast friend that leaves a wanting in your heart, and you readily embrace it. A smile crests your lips. "You know, I should really be thanking you. You've been nothing but kind to me, and I've enjoyed having you around. I'm glad we met." Red blooms on Zahn's face. $Zcapitalheshe tries to hide it, but you don't miss it or the smile on $Zhisher lips. <<include '5.ZB1embed'>> [[It goes quiet.|5.ZB2]]

<<set $Zstat5 to 'sus'>> <<set $Zphys to false>> <<set $Zpos to false>> <<set $Zneg to true>><<set $ZstatCurrent to "Suspicion">> You just can't shake your suspicion of $Zhimher. Maybe you never will. Maybe you just need to know the full story behind Zahn. You shrug it off and let the moment pass. <<include '5.ZB1embed'>> [[It goes quiet.|5.ZB2]]

Now that the air is cleared a bit, you decide to get back to why Zahn has come to see you. "So anyway," you start. <<if $Zstat5 is 'neutral'>>"What are you up to? You look like you're on your way somewhere."<<elseif $Zstat5 is 'friends'>>"Please tell me you aren't leaving. It looks like you're getting ready to go somewhere…"<<elseif $Zstat5 is 'romantic'>>"I really hope you aren't leaving."<<elseif $Zstat5 is 'sus'>>"What are you up to? You look like you're on your way somewhere."<</if>> Zahn plops on the corner at the foot of the bed. "Well, about that…I wanted to see you for a bit, but I am going to be out. Just for a few days!" "Where are you off to?" "On the other side of Codrin, my sect has a church. Every church has records tucked away. If I go visit, I might be able to look at them and find anything useful." "Really? That easy?" Zahn nods. "It won't be a big deal. I just need to make nice with the leadership, probably report about my pilgrimage, and then I can come back." "A few days for that?" you ask. "Seems like a lot, is it far?" "Oh, well, I should- I need to at least make an effort to say hi. There's usually some sort of service involved and a meal. It would be a bit rude for me to leave so quickly." <<if $Zpos is false>>"I see." A tingle of suspicion crawls up your back.<<else>>"I see." It seems a little odd to need more than just a day for that, but you also don't know everything about Zahn's faith.<</if>> Zahn scoots in $Zhisher seat to get a little more comfortable. "I know you might be a little bored by now, so I thought we should just talk or something before I go. I didn't want to just disappear. I told Oswin. Duri overheard, of course. I don't think Rune would mind much. Rune is…kinda scary but nice. What do you think of $Rhimher? Are you feeling better?" Zahn practically begins panting after the cascade of conversation. You stare back at the pilgrim for a moment. "...Yes, I do feel better. I'm still getting to know Rune though, but $Rheshe seems fine. Are you sure you're okay?" "Yes. Yes, I'm just…. I'm having a bit of nerves about going…//home//." "Nervous excitement?" "Maybe some. I just don't know the congregation here very well is all. And-" Zahn fidgets, folding $Zhisher hands in $Zhisher lap. "And?" you prompt. "It's just that this…my pilgrimage, they'll ask about it and I don't know if they'll be disappointed in my progress or not. I want…I don't know." Zahn shrugs. <<if $Zstat5 is 'sus'>>You sit up. "It may not be my business, but maybe you should tell me what's really going on…"<<elseif $Zstat5 is 'neutral'>>You sit up. "It may not be my business, but maybe you should tell me what's really going on…"<<else>>You sit up. "Zahn, I'm your friend, and I really care about you. There's something on your mind, it's clear. You can tell me. What is it that //you// want?"<</if>> Zahn flops back, laying along the foot of the bed, covering $Zhisher eyes with the heels of $Zhisher hands. "I don't know. I want to do…I want to do a good job for my church, I want them to be impressed, I want to show them how thankful I am that I've had a home with them…" "I sense a but." Zahn giggles, rolling to $Zhisher side, propping $Zhisher head on one hand to look at you. "But sometimes I just want to do what //I// want to do, I guess." "Why don't you?" "Well…I sort of owe them. They raised me. I probably would have died if not for them." "Did you ask them to?" Zahn goes still. "Well, no." "Zahn, what is your church about?" you ask. "What do you mean?" You sigh, unsure if this is your place, but Zahn seems to be reaching for something. "You speak about making //them// proud, doing what //they// want. What are they the church //of//?" "Din, our god." Zahn's bright blue eyes dart around as $Zheshe thinks. <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>"All they did for you, they did of their own will. And honestly, they did what anyone should have done for you in the situation you were in. I think you're having these thoughts because you're finally figuring out what you really want. That's what we're supposed to do as we grow up."<<else>>"You do not owe them anything. You are your own person, you are allowed to want other things and live your own life. It's great they took care of you, but that doesn't mean you need to spend the rest of your days paying back an imaginary debt."<</if>> Zahn flops on $Zhisher back again.

Just when you begin to wonder if you overstepped, Zahn speaks. "You're way smarter than the Acceptor." $Zcapitalheshe laughs. "Don't tell him." <<if $Zstat5 is 'neutral'>>You shrug. "It's nothing really, you're just too close to see things as clearly."<<elseif $Zstat5 is 'friends'>>You smile. "I'm here for you. I know you are in a hard spot, and these people, this church is like family, but sometimes you need to look at your family objectively. Just do what is right for you."<<elseif $Zstat5 is 'romantic'>>You smile, warmth coming to your face. "I'm here for you, I care. I know you are in a hard spot, and these people, this church is like family, but sometimes you need to look at your family objectively. Just do what is right for you. I'll support you."<<elseif $Zstat5 is 'sus'>>You shrug. "It's nothing really, you're just too close to see things as clearly."<</if>> Zahn groans. "To tell you the truth I…I guess I already decided what I want, or rather don't want. I did a long time ago. Something just suddenly became clear." "What made it more clear?" "You." Your eyes snap to Zahn's. "What? Why?" "I don't know yet." Zahn smiles at you, but it doesn't reach $Zhisher eyes. "I'll tell you when I figure it out though." You nod. <<if $Zpos is true>>"Just take care of yourself, okay?"<<else>>"Just…make good choices, okay?"<</if>> "I'll try,<<if $Zpos is true>> and you should too. Especially after all you've been through,<</if>>" Zahn says. "Anyway, don't you think it's been a little weird just relaxing in this big fancy inn after being on the road so long?" You nod. "You know, I agree. It's funny, I don't remember the last time I could even be bored. It's as if I need to get accustomed to resting again." Zahn goes oddly still and quiet for a few moments before $Zhisher arm goes up and rests over $Zhisher eyes. "You okay?" you ask. "Just a lot of things in my head right now…I was thinking of when we lost the horses. It's been a long time since I felt that scared. <<if $ch4split is 'Zahn'>>I was so glad that you came with me – I was nervous at first but after a bit – I felt fine. It was kinda fun even until, you know. I froze up, and I'm sorry for that. I guess I'm glad I didn't shoot Duri right away, but I kept thinking had I been faster or found some courage, you wouldn't have been swept away like that." "Not your fault. It was just a strange mix of occurrences. Not even the //demigod// anticipated the landslide." Zahn sighs. <<if $Zpos is true>>"Speaking of," you say. "Remember what we were talking about before that?" "Hm? I don't know, we chatted almost the whole time." <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>"True, it was nice to get to talk just the two of us. But, you told me that your leader taught you to expect wicked people while you were on your mission."<<else>>"Well, //you// chatted the whole time." You snicker. "But what I mean is, your Acceptor told you to expect wicked people on your pilgrimage."<</if>> "Oh." Zahn uncovers $Zhisher eyes and turns $Zhisher head to look at you. $Zcapitalhisher wavy hair sprawls about the bed and around Zahn's face, and the image is almost artful. "What about it?" "Do you think it's true?" "Not completely. You, Oswin, and Duri have changed my mind about a lot of things…Rune too I guess. None of you are wicked and you're the majority of people I've met so far." Zahn chuckles. "I've met a lot of cruel people though, from before…but, $mc, if I'm honest with you…" Zahn lowers $Zhisher voice to a whisper. "I think I finally understand that people are people whether you're inside my sect or outside. There's //good// people in both places…and…" Zahn goes still, looking a little sad. You nod. "I understand."<</if>> <<else>> I was sort of relieved that you went with Oswin." "Really?" "Yeah, it was a lot of pressure because I knew he'd expect me to protect you – and I'd want to, you know, I'm just not good at the whole 'hero' thing. But he is, he tries really hard." Zahn looks at you and bites $Zhisher lip. "What? Why are you looking at me like that?" Zahn begins to whisper. "He cried." "What?" You lean forward. "He cried. When you…you know. When he found me, he was a mess, and could hardly speak." You sit back and soak that in. "I didn't know that." "You were a bit busy at the time. He was…I don't know if I could describe it – mad almost, not angry-mad, but just broken. He was in hysterics trying to find you for a while. After a bit, he did that thing where he tries to fix everything by organizing it, shoves his feelings down." You nod. "Yeah, I've seen that before." "You didn't hear that from me though…" Zahn shifts nervously. You snort. <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"I don't see how that would exactly work, but fine."<<else>>"Who the fuck else would have told me – $mountname!?<</if>> <</if>> [[Zahn pops up and bounces on the bed to move closer to you, clearly wanting to move along.|5.ZB3]]

"So, not to bring up a sore subject, but what did you think of my amazing shots? Did you see how quickly I took out the archers?" $Zcapitalheshe leans towards you wearing a huge grin. "A lot of the attack is a bit of a blur, but I do remember you shooting two of them down right away…and you got the one in the leg when they came at me. I //guess// it was pretty impressive." <<if $Zpos is true>>You smile.<</if>> Zahn wiggles in place, smile growing even wider. "Not that I like hurting people, but they had it coming. <<if $interest is 'archin'>>Once you are all healed up we should practice together or we can have a competition! I've won a couple before, you know. Oh, I would love that, think of all the bad people we could take down if we teamed up! Maybe //we// should be mercenaries!<<else>>You should watch me practice sometime and I will teach you. I bet you'd be good at it in no time and then we can roam the hills and take down bad people like those bandits! We'll be heroes!"<</if>> <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>You shake your head. "I think we can arrange at least some of that.<<if $interest is 'archin'>> If you want to shoot against me, you better bring your best – I learned from a master.<</if>>"<<else>>You laugh. "Not excited, are you? We could probably make some arrangements.<<if $interest is 'archin'>> I hope you're prepared to lose against me – I learned from the best, you know.<</if>>"<</if>> "Anything with you would be fun. Oh! Everyone really did great during the fight, but $mountname helped a lot too. You should give <<if $mount is 'chessy'>>her<<elseif $mount is 'eb'>>him<<elseif $mount is 'bay'>>him<<elseif $mount is 'mule'>>her<</if>> a special treat." "Yeah? What happened?" "So, <<if $mount is 'chessy'>>she was actually pretty scared, but she did her best to listen to me. She panicked a couple times, but once she bolted right into a guy that was coming at me with a sword! She took him right out – ran right into him and knocked him down!<<elseif $mount is 'eb'>>he was like a war horse! He seemed almost fearless and even kicked a guy that tried to sneak up behind us – completely knocked him out…hope he didn't die….<<elseif $mount is 'bay'>>he was so good! He listened to all my directions and was so calm. One guy was too scared to come at me because of how big he is."<<elseif $mount is 'mule'>>she didn't listen to a damn thing I said! But she did half the work for me – picked up a guy with her teeth and slammed him so hard into the road that it knocked him out…at least I don't think he died…. Anyway, after that, they were too afraid to get close and try to unseat me."<</if>> A tingle of pride runs through you. Your <<if $mount is 'mule'>>mule<<else>>horse<</if>> has been a loving and loyal mount for you during this whole trip. It's like you've been bonded your whole life rather than for a season. You will have to shower <<if $mount is 'chessy'>>her<<elseif $mount is 'eb'>>him<<elseif $mount is 'bay'>>him<<elseif $mount is 'mule'>>her<</if>> with more praise soon. Zahn scoots a little closer. "I am glad that you're okay…it was awful, and it's made me have some bad dreams. So, it's okay if you do too." You smile at $Zhimher. "To be honest, I think my mind has been distracting me from dwelling on it much. But, thank you." <<if $Zpos is true>>"I hope it's not weird, but it's made me think about you a lot more. I already like you, I think you are gorgeous too…I don't wanna hide what I'm thinking about, so…It doesn't have to be a romantic thing, but I wanted to – you know…" "Do I know?" <<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>You blush.<<else>>You grin.<</if>> Zahn rocks back and forth, meeting your eyes as $Zheshe gives you a coy grin. "I thought we could fool around a little – just for fun, nothing too serious, at least yet. I mean, we can just have fun now and figure other stuff out later." [[Turn Zahn's proposal down.|5.Z3b]] $flirt_label [[Turn Zahn down gently, now just isn't the right time.|5.Z3c]] $flirt_label [[Ask to just cuddle or be close for a while instead.|5.Z3d]] $flirt_label $flirt_label [[Accept the proposal to fool around.|5.Z3e]] <<else>> Zahn sighs. "I should probably head out now…" You nod and study Zahn for a moment. The pilgrim has been an interesting addition to your travels, and it seems fairly clear that $Zheshe comes from unusual circumstances. Something in the back of your mind is bothering you, though. Something doesn't feel completely right, completely honest. "Zahn…" you start. "Hm?" $Zcapitalheshe tilts $Zhisher head. <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>"If you're…I just want you to know that if you are keeping a secret if you're hiding things, you can tell me."<<else>>"Are you hiding something?"<</if>> Zahn's face goes uncharacteristically slack. A long and awkward moment passes while Zahn stares at you. "Everyone is hiding something, $mc. Yourself included." <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"Well, my secret is out now, isn't it? And it's not like it was harmful to you."<<else>>"Well, I'm all boring now, I had to reveal my little secret already."<</if>> $Zcaptialheshe shrugs. "Hiding is how you survive when you're too weak to fight." You don't think you'll get anything solid out of Zahn at this point. Perhaps you should wait and watch a while. Part of you even wonders if Zahn will come back at all after $Zheshe visits $Zhisher church. You may or may not care about that prospect, but you also might end up needing whatever the little church or cult has. If a solution could be there, you will need Zahn to get it. You give a slight nod to Zahn to help break the tension. Zahn sits up and jumps to $Zhisher feet, seeming to shake the heaviness off as if it never happened. "Well, $mc, I'll be off then. I'm glad we got to talk just for a moment. I will look as hard as I can for any information we have that you can use. I promise." "Thank you, Zahn, I appreciate that. Good luck, and be safe." Zahn jogs to the door. "I better hurry, Rune takes tea and snacks soon, and if I'm quick I can snag a few cakes from $Rhisher tray before I go." You roll your eyes as Zahn flees the room, giggling. [[You hear a man yelp and the clatter of a metal tray shortly after.|5.Z3a]] <</if>>

<<set $Zstat5 to 'friends'>> <<set $Zphys to true>> <<set $Zpos to true>> <<set $Zneg to false>><<set $ZstatCurrent to "Friends">> You feel that Zahn is a steadfast friend and you readily embrace it. A smile crests your lips. "You know, I feel like I should thank you. Maybe it's random, but you've been nothing but kind to me and Oswin. I've enjoyed having you around and I'm glad we met." Red blooms on Zahn's face. $Zcapitalheshe tries to hide it, but you don't miss it or the smile on $Zhisher lips. <<include '5.ZB1embed'>> [[It goes quiet.|5.ZA2]]

<<set $Zstat5 to 'romantic'>> <<set $Zphys to true>> <<set $Zpos to true>> <<set $Zneg to false>><<set $ZstatCurrent to "Romantic">> You feel that Zahn is a steadfast friend that leaves a wanting in your heart, and you readily embrace it. A smile crests your lips. "You know, I feel like I should thank you. Maybe it's random, but you've been nothing but kind to me and Oswin. I've enjoyed having you around and I'm glad we met." Red blooms on Zahn's face. $Zcapitalheshe tries to hide it, but you don't miss it or the smile on $Zhisher lips. <<include '5.ZB1embed'>> [[It goes quiet.|5.ZA2]]

"So," Zahn starts carefully. "This might sound stupid…" <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>You tilt your head. "Well, tell me and I'll let you know if it is."<<else>>You snort. "All the more reason to say it. I could use a laugh."<</if>> Zahn squirms. "I just…I really hated seeing you sick." "Oh." "I don't know. This is probably…it's probably not what you should tell a sick person." Zahn groans. "I'm not good at that stuff, things are just in my head so I say them. I really am sorry if this is rude. But, you were sick on the road, but it was just so awful and we couldn't do //anything//." You nod. "The bouts can be pretty nasty." "I've never seen a seizure before. I felt just dumb, I didn't know what to do for you." You shake your head. "There's not much that //can// be done. My parents and our village healers have tried everything. Nothing seems to help the symptoms except a little weed my friend found, but it doesn't solve the problem." Zahn looks at you with watery blue eyes. "Was it //always// like that for you? Did you always have to deal with the shaking and all the other stuff?" "Yeah, yeah I did. Not all of them were as violent but many were worse. During the most deadly relapses, I'd stop breathing." "Even when you were a kid?" You nod. "It started when I was around five cycles I think." "That's not fair." Zahn's voice breaks slightly. <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>"It doesn't feel that way sometimes.<<else>>"Life isn't, Zahn. At least it rarely is.<</if>> But, many people aren't handed a fair lot – yourself included. It's hard, but we can't necessarily compare lives like that. Everyone struggles with //something// and rarely does someone struggle with //nothing//." "Ugh, how did you get so smart? That's not fair, leave some for the rest of us." Zahn laughs. "<<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>Blame my parents.<<else>>I had to grow up kinda quick, comes with the territory I guess.<</if>> My fathers have given me what they could. They taught me a lot about people, especially my da. Like, how some people do bad things out of fear or act strong even though they feel weak. We seem to not realize that everyone is fighting something." You make a mental note to thank your parents when you return home. Zahn fiddles with the tattered threads of $Zhisher cloak. "That's true. Some people hide it too, but they're all messed up inside. It's just, you seem like a good person to me. It seems extra unfair for you to be cursed. I wish I was a god so I could lift it for you. You shouldn't have to pay because someone else was a jerk." A grin forms on your lips as you watch Zahn's small cheeks puff out in indignation. "<<if $cursefatigue is 'reason'>>I just have to take it one day at a time and do what I can to handle it.<<elseif $cursefatigue is 'suppress'>>Don't think so much on it, we're supposed to be resting after all.<<elseif $cursefatigue is 'crying'>>It scares me, it does, sometimes I don't know if I can handle it.<<else>>It is unfair, you're right. I didn't do anything to warrant this being passed to me.<</if>> Sometimes I want to know how or why, and other times I'd rather not. That mage told me it was likely a thing passed from my birth parents." "Do you ever wish you'd known them?" <<if $mommyissues is 'sad'>>Your lips quiver slightly. "I always felt bad for my birth mom. She died trying to…you know. I'd have liked to know her."<<elseif $mommyissues is 'anger'>>You clench your jaw. "Life wasn't fair for my birth mother either. I wish I could save her."<<elseif $mommyissues is 'thankful'>>A warm smile curls on your lips. "My birth mom did what she could to save me. I don't know what her situation was, but I'm still grateful."<<elseif $mommyissues is 'guilt'>>Your lips quiver slightly. "I always felt bad for my birth mom. She died trying to…you know. I'd have liked to know her."<<elseif $mommyissues is 'okay'>>You take a breath. "I've made my peace but am a little curious."<</if>> "You're not alone, no matter how you feel about it." Zahn scoots a little closer. "I'm glad that you're okay…and that we're all working together now." You smile at $Zhimher. "To be honest, I think my mind has been distracting me from dwelling on it much. But, thank you." <<if $Zpos is true>> "I hope it's not weird, but the whole thing has made me think about you a lot more. I already like you, I think you are gorgeous too…I don't wanna hide what I'm thinking about, so…It doesn't have to be a romantic thing, but I wanted to – you know…" "Do I know?" <<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>You blush.<<else>>You grin.<</if>> Zahn rocks back and forth, meeting your eyes as $Zheshe gives you a coy grin. "I thought we could fool around a little – just for fun, nothing too serious, at least yet. I mean, we can just have fun now and figure other stuff out later." [[Turn Zahn's proposal down.|5.Z3b]] $flirt_label [[Turn Zahn down gently, now just isn't the right time.|5.Z3c]] $flirt_label [[Ask to just cuddle or be close for a while instead.|5.Z3d]] $flirt_label $flirt_label [[Accept the proposal to fool around.|5.Z3e]] <<else>> "You're welcome, $mc." Zahn sighs. "I should probably head out now…" You nod and study Zahn for a moment. The pilgrim has been an interesting addition to your travels, and it seems clear that $Zheshe comes from unusual circumstances. Something in the back of your mind is bothering you, though. Something doesn't feel completely right, completely honest. "Zahn…" you start. "Hm?" $Zcapitalheshe tilts $Zhisher head. <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>"If you're…I just want you to know that if you are keeping a secret if you're hiding things, you can tell me."<<else>>"Are you hiding something?"<</if>> Zahn's face goes uncharacteristically slack. A long and awkward moment passes while Zahn stares at you. "Everyone is hiding something, $mc. Yourself included." <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"Well, my secret is out now, isn't it? And it's not like it was harmful to you."<<else>>"Well, I'm all boring now, I had to reveal my little secret already."<</if>> $Zcaptialheshe shrugs. "Hiding is how you survive when you're too weak to fight." You don't think you'll get anything solid out of Zahn at this point. Perhaps you should wait and watch a while. Part of you even wonders if Zahn will come back at all after $Zheshe visits $Zhisher church. You may or may not care about that prospect, but you also might end up needing whatever the little church or cult has. If a solution could be there, you will need Zahn to get it. You give a slight nod to Zahn to help break the tension. Zahn sits up and jumps to $Zhisher feet, seeming to shake the heaviness off as if it never happened. "Well, $mc, I'll be off then. I'm glad we got to talk just for a moment. I will look as hard as I can for any information we have that you can use. I promise." "Thank you, Zahn, I appreciate that. Good luck, and be safe." Zahn jogs to the door. "I better hurry, Rune takes tea and snacks soon, and if I'm quick I can snag a few cakes from $Rhisher tray before I go." You roll your eyes as Zahn flees the room, giggling. [[You hear a man yelp and the clatter of a metal tray shortly after.|5.Z3a]] <</if>>

<<set $Astat to 'afraid'>><<set $AstatCurrent to "Fearful">> He scares you. He scares you but...he may also hold the key to saving your life. You can't let that stop you now. As you focus on the road ahead, you see a small building coming up – possibly, your supply stop. It's…colorful. It's…familiar. It's…Nathanael? You lean forward in your saddle and you notice Oswin doing the same before he turns to look at you. He already appears irritated and a bit suspicious. As you get closer, the colors of the caravan are unmistakable – it must be him. Oswin mutters curses to himself as Aster and Rune exchange looks. [[Once you pull up to the shop and dismount, the shutter on the side flips open suddenly.|5.E11]]

*Chapter Six <html> <body> <span> <h1 style="font-size:40px;"> <span style="color:red"> <div style="text-align: center;">Truth Lies Ahead</div> </h1> </span> </body> </html> [[Start|Ch6]] <<nobr>><<if $Astat is 'romantic'>><<set $romantic to true>><<elseif $Astat is 'conflicted'>><<set $romantic to true>><</if>><</nobr>>

The days on the road go by surprisingly fast. Travel isn't necessarily lively, but you are not short of company and passing entertainment. You are nearing the fourth night of your journey home. Duri'naan is clearly bored and strives to make it everyone's problem. $Dcapitalheshe picks at Rune and Oswin – teasing them, swiping their things, and evading any of their rebuttals. Though, $Dheshe pointedly seems to avoid Aster. <<if $Dstat is 'romantic'>>You are no exception to Duri's antics either. In fact, $Dheshe seems to be set on getting under your skin in particular. Duri always seems to be just over your shoulder or behind you. $Dcapitalheshe pokes your sides, asking if you're still tender from your trip down the mountain. <<if $mount is 'chessy'>>Knowing that your horse is rather fond of Duri, $Dheshe uses that against you – distracting her off-course or spiriting her away at camp.<<elseif $mount is 'eb'>>Since Duri knows your horse doesn't have much patience for $Dhimher, $Dheshe has taken to trying to irritate $mountname. Duri walks slowly in front of him, making him snort with frustration and become unruly with you.<<elseif $mount is 'bay'>>Knowing that your horse is rather fond of Duri, $Dheshe uses that against you even though $mountname makes $Dhimher nervous at times. Every time you break camp in the mornings, you often find your horse – and Duri – missing.<<elseif $mount is 'mule'>>Since Duri knows your mule doesn't have much patience for $Dhimher, $Dheshe has taken to trying to irritate $mountname. A task, which has backfired more than Duri would care to admit. $Dcapitalheshe has been bitten three times in $Dhisher attempts to aggravate your mount. She seems determined to keep the demigod away from you.<</if>> <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>You try to endure this with as much restraint as you can. <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>You calmly try to ignore the most annoying of the attempts to tease you, but Duri just sees it as a challenge to escalate until you give $Dhimher attention.<<else>>Your attempts at chiding and correcting Duri's behavior go unrewarded. Duri seems to delight in your obvious aggravation.<</if>><<else>>At least in all this, you give as good as you get, playing a few little pranks of your own. <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>Your jokes are harmless, though. Things like handing Duri empty waterskins when $Dheshe's thirsty and tossing the peels from the citrus fruits Magra gave you at $Dhimher – making Duri gag and try to escape.<<else>>You make no effort to preserve any dignity – rolling Duri's seat away as $Dheshe makes to sit and sneaking citrus peels into $Dhisher waterskin and cackling as Duri retches after smelling or tasting it.<</if>><</if>><</if>> Oswin continues to be very quiet, though he doesn't ignore you or even chide you about anything. He spends a great deal of time during the daily trek staring at the road or into the sky. He responds if spoken to, but otherwise doesn't say a word. <<if $Ostat3 is 'friends'>>You fret over him, especially because of what he told you at the inn. You can already tell that he is probably blaming himself for your abduction. Perhaps a myriad of other things as well.<<elseif $Ostat3 is 'romantic'>>It makes your heart ache.<<if $youtriedin5 is true>> Especially after trying to reveal your heart to him at the inn. It's made you both hurt and curious about why he refused to hear you out. Even with as dense as he can be, he seemed aware of what you were about to say.<</if>> You already have a strong feeling that he is blaming himself for your abduction. You also already see that it's made him more paranoid. Though he doesn't initiate any conversation, his eyes seem to always be trained on you. He doesn't allow Aster to linger alone with you, and he seems to sleep very little, always setting up his bedroll where he can see and reach you quickly.<<if $acceptOgift is true>> You often run your hand along his gift, <<if $favgift is 'earring'>>rolling the jade stones between your fingers<<elseif $favgift is 'crystals'>>running the tips of your fingers along the crystals<<elseif $favgift is 'rat'>>gently petting your necklace as if the rat were alive<<elseif $favgift is 'snail'>>gently smoothing your finger over the spiral of the shell<<else>>twirling the metal around your finger over and over<</if>>, a new habit that seems to soothe you for a moment.<</if>> You wish you knew what was going on in Oswin's head.<<if $Obigfeels is true>> You wish there was resolution to these feelings you've held on to for so many years.<</if>><</if>> Rune is much more at ease and is a beacon of tranquility. $Rcapitalheshe often sings or plucks along on $Rhisher lyre to entertain everyone. When camping, other travelers often stop by to listen, a few offering gold as a tip for the performance.<<if $hobby is 'singing'>> <<if $hobbycomfort is 'shy'>>You sing along under your breath when few are around. Rune does you the service of not watching, but you always notice $Rhisher big smile when you do.<<elseif $hobbycomfort is 'bold'>>You gladly offer your voice as well, which delights Rune and your audience. Spectators often become more generous when you join in.<</if>><</if>> It makes the burden of travel much lighter and enjoyable. <<if $Rstat is 'friends'>>In the short time since you first met, Rune has proved to be the sort of person you love having at your side. $Rcapitalheshe seems to know a good deal about anything that may come up, making conversation easy. $Rcapitalheshe still frets over your wounds both old and new, even though you are without much pain. Despite being from a noble household, $Rheshe is easy to be around and you feel like you've known $Rhimher for a long time.<<elseif $Rstat is 'romantic'>>The longer you travel with Rune, the more you enjoy $Rhisher company. $Rcapitalheshe is never short on conversation and frequently approaches you to spend time with $Rhimher, inviting you to sit on the wagon often. <<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>Rune isn't short on affectionate words for you either, seeming to enjoy getting you flustered.<<else>>Rune seems to enjoy your flirtatious banter and you get the sense that $Rheshe is a little competitive in $Rhisher attempts to out-woo you.<</if>><<if $Rtold is true>> Though, Rune also likes to tease you about meeting your parents, joking that it is awful soon to be doing so.<</if>> The more days you spend together, the more you find yourself simply enjoying how Rune does things – anything. There's a peculiar elegance in the way $Rheshe moves. $Rcapitalhisher fingers, $Rhisher expressions, and the dignified way $Rheshe walks draws your gaze. Rune seeps charm even in the way $Rheshe takes care of $Rhimselfherself while traveling – you're particularly fond of how cute Rune looks in the purple silk cap $Rheshe wears at night to sleep.<<else>>Rune has been delightful company. $Rcapitalheshe is easy to chat with and you find that $Rhisher noble heritage doesn't make Rune any less friendly or capable while on the road.<</if>> You expected Aster to cause nothing but trouble when you introduced him to the group. Though Oswin seems able to raise Aster's ire, they haven't been fighting – too much at least. Aster keeps to himself and only speaks to you on occasion and Rune. He seems to sense Oswin's mistrust and gives you some distance when the others aren't around. His conversation with you has been very…mundane – generic pleasantries and subjects related to travel. <<if $Astat is 'romantic'>>You're a bit disappointed, even though you met quite recently. Aster draws your interest, and you thought that he was drawn to you as well, but he acts indifferent to your presence now. You assume Oswin may have something to do with it, or perhaps meeting the whole group has put too much pressure on him.<<elseif $Astat is 'friends'>>It's a little disappointing that Aster seems a bit indifferent to your presence now. You'd like to get to know him better, but at least for now, that's on hold. You wonder if the pressure of being introduced to the whole group is bothering him.<<elseif $Astat is 'neutral'>>You find Aster's indifference a bit understandable. He's a new person in a group that is already mostly familiar with one another. You think he may feel like the odd one out.<<elseif $Astat is 'distrust'>>His indifference doesn't do your mistrust of him any favors. You're torn between finding it more suspicious or understanding that it may just be discomfort.<<elseif $Astat is 'afraid'>>Aster's indifference suits you just fine. He intimidates you. It can't be helped after your experience with him. Part of you wonders if he keeps away from you for your benefit. You don't know if your fear is obvious or not, but he strikes you as the type that reads others easily. Perhaps he really is giving you space to breathe.<<else>>His indifference is both a blessing and a curse. You'd much like a reason to like or dislike him to put something more clearly to define your feelings. He's intimidating, but at the same time, he draws you in without trying. Sometimes…you catch him watching you, and only if no one else notices – he smiles. But it's not a gentle smile, not totally. His lips seem soft, but his eyes are predatory in the way they look at you. It gives you a chill that you both hate and love.<</if>> Zahn is the only one of your group that you have seen very little of. $Zcapitalhisher silence is unnerving. When you do see $Zhimher, $Zheshe makes an effort to smile and laugh like normal, but it seems forced. You've spotted Rune speaking with $Zhimher on occasion, but the mage always seems to leave the conversation irritated. Zahn is clearly tired and as your rations have proven, $Zheshe isn't eating as much. <<if $Zstat5 is 'neutral'>>Zahn's business isn't your business, but you are curious about what's going on with $Zhimher. You also need to know if whatever up with Zahn could affect your travels. <<if $Zfollow is true>>After what you saw when you followed Zahn days prior, you feel $Zhisher church may have something to do with this.<</if>><<elseif $Zstat5 is 'friends'>>Worry has been gnawing at your gut. Zahn is acting so out of character that you fear something is very wrong. Oswin seems too preoccupied to take any action on it, Rune doesn't seem to get anywhere with $Zhimher, and as far as you've seen, Duri checked Zahn once and was sent away. When you try to ask anything about it, Zahn evades you.<<elseif $Zstat5 is 'romantic'>>Worry has been gnawing at your gut. Zahn is acting so out of character that you fear something is very wrong. Oswin seems too preoccupied to take any action on it, Rune doesn't seem to get anywhere with $Zhimher, and as far as you've seen, Duri checked Zahn once and was sent away. Your heart aches for $Zhimher even though you don't know what's wrong. It seems too coincidental that Zahn visited $Zhisher church and then returned differently. Anxiety makes you wonder if $Zheshe's ill or if the church was unwelcoming. You want to help but you don't know how. Each time you try to ask Zahn if $Zheshe is okay, $Zheshe either avoids you or changes the subject.<<elseif $Zstat5 is 'physical'>>Worry has been gnawing at your gut. Zahn is acting so out of character that you fear something is very wrong. Oswin seems too preoccupied to take any action on it, Rune doesn't seem to get anywhere with $Zhimher, and as far as you've seen, Duri checked Zahn once and was sent away. When you try to ask anything about it, Zahn evades you.<<elseif $Zstat5 is 'sus'>>All of this avoidance just fuels your suspicions. Yet, it's hard to maintain the thought that Zahn would act so obviously if $Zheshe were up to something. $Zcapitalheshe doesn't act right at all. <<if $Zfollow is true>>After what you saw when you followed Zahn days prior, you feel $Zhisher church may have something to do with this.<</if>><</if>> [[A voice snaps you from thought.|6.1]]

"I know it's early," Oswin announces. "But we'll make camp just up the road a ways – perhaps a less than a half an hour more. There's a stream just a bit from the road there and the ground is flatter." He doesn't even look back at the rest of you as he leads on with his horse. You look around. Oswin has been riding at the front of your crew as usual. Rune and Aster are sitting upon the wagon chatting as Samra takes a turn to pull to give Rune's horse a break. Zahn, per the norm, is hiding in the back of the wagon, and Duri probably is as well. <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>This may be a good time to gently pull some conversation from Oswin. He's clearly bothered and overthinking.<<else>>This may be your only chance to set Oswin right. You can tell he is grossly overthinking everything that happened.<</if>> Once you get to the campsite, Oswin will play on being too busy to talk much. You spur on $mountname to hustle up next to Flit as she plods along. Oswin flinches like he wants to look at you but is resisting. Sitting up straight in your saddle, you prepare to bridge the gap between you. <<if $Ostat3 is 'friends'>>You want to comfort Oswin as a friend. Even if he doesn't accept it, he needs to know that what happened wasn't his failing.<<elseif $Ostat3 is 'romantic'>>You want to comfort Oswin. Even if he doesn't accept it, he needs to know that what happened wasn't his failing. You need him to know that you feel no differently about him.<<elseif $Ostat3 is 'distant'>>You must set the record straight and you can't abide by his strange silence forever. What happened happened and you don't believe he alone could have prevented it.<<elseif $Ostat3 is 'neutral'>>You must set the record straight and you can't abide with this strange silence forever. What happened happened and you don't believe he alone could have prevented it.<</if>> To your shock, just as you are trying to find how to address him, Oswin speaks. "Would you chat with me for a bit at camp?" "Sure," you say, a bit perplexed at his offer. "We'll have a good amount of time before we bed down. I…I'll get my work done first and we can speak after we eat." He finally looks at you. You see how red his eyes have gotten and how dark circles bruise them. "That's a good idea. I think we should clear the air." He gives you a smile, one that's warm but tired. "I would appreciate it if you would also try to speak with Zahn. $Zcapitalheshe doesn't seem well. I have tried twice, but $Zheshe won't be honest with me and I'm…not in a good state to be of help." [[With a plan set, you continue the quiet ride to camp.|6.2]]

When you reach the campsite, everyone automatically goes about their own tasks for setting up. It's already become routine. The mounts are cared for first to ensure they are set for the night before any preparation goes into your own bedding and meals. It's Duri's turn to help with food, so naturally, it is also Rune's turn again to ensure Duri has the attention span to complete the meal. Your duties for the night are taken care of – your mount settled and your bedroll set up – so you look around for Zahn. $Zcapitalheshe doesn't leave Rune's wagon much. Only when $Zheshe needs to relieve $Zhimselfherself or get food. Given how little Zahn has eaten lately, it's a wonder that $Zheshe still has energy to keep going. You don't spot $Zhimher so you assume that the wagon will be your best bet. Just as you look over toward it, you spot Zahn crawling out of the back and then moving to a line of trees just off the road. Zahn watches the others who are all gathered around as they build a fire, but you seem to be just out of $Zhisher line of sight. <<if $Zphys is true>>Concern fills your mind. This behavior is completely opposed to everything you've come to know about the sweet pilgrim.<<else>>Suspicion tickles the back of your mind. You're not sure if Zahn is acting out of character or if this sneaky side of $Zhimher is the real one.<</if>> Once $Zheshe is well into the trees, you hustle to follow behind. You go slowly, following the light footprints left behind in soft bits of ground and the calls from birds sounding a warning at the intrusion into their wood. Thankfully, the trees aren't very thick here – nothing like the Shaw. You come up on the stream Oswin mentioned on the road and realize Zahn probably followed it, so you do the same, walking quietly as you keep your eyes open for your target. It isn't long until you find $Zhimher. Zahn kneels on the bank of the stream. $Zcapitalheshe has shed $Zhisher cloaks and has a satchel at hand that you don't recognize. After closing $Zhisher eyes and taking a few deep breaths, Zahn loosens the laces at the neck of $Zhisher tunic. $Zcapitalhisher movements are slow but loaded with anticipation. You begin to think you should double back – this looks more like Zahn wants to bathe and you are invading $Zhisher privacy. Just as you turn, you hear a whimper. When you look back, Zahn is slowly peeling $Zhisher tunic off, stifling gasps as the fabric sticks. You stare. Zahn gasps and then quickly slaps a hand to $Zhisher mouth. $Zcapitalheshe is crying softly, hunching over as the tunic roughly comes away. Zahn shivers and whimpers, the sound muffled with a hand. [[Your stomach turns.|6.3]]

The flesh of Zahn's back is completely gnarled. It is angry – red with inflammation and blood. Old bandages have slipped off with the tunic and, even from where you stand, you can see that the wounds are infected. Zahn stifles a cry as $Zheshe pulls the soiled bandages away. You are so in shock that you cannot move or speak. You weren't sure what you'd find Zahn doing, but hiding such an injury was not immediately in mind. Once $Zheshe takes a moment to breathe, $Zheshe digs new bandages out of the satchel. You know there's no way $Zheshe will be able to care for a wound like that on $Zhisher own. <<if $interest is 'healin'>>You're a healer, you can't stand by and watch this, wounds like that would be extremely painful. You've got to do something.<</if>> You know you may frighten Zahn, and since $Zheshe hasn't said anything about this, you know you may encounter resistance as well. But, you make yourself known as you step forward. "Zahn," you say gently. $Zcapitalheshe freezes, a tangle of bandages in $Zhisher hands. Zahn stares down, staying hunched over. $Zcapitalheshe acts as though you've caught $Zhimher doing something horrible. You get closer and kneel next to $Zhimher. Zahn stays frozen as if $Zheshe is a wild animal that's trying to evade your sight. You see the full extent of the wounds on $Zhisher back – deep furrows etched in the pale skin. It's hard to look away from the rivulets of blood, the bright pink of inflamed skin, and a seeping infection taking over. These are lash marks from a whip. A small cry escapes Zahn's lips, not one of pain either. "You weren't supposed to see…I didn't want you to see," $Zheshe says. <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>"You're hurting, I can help you."<<else>>"We have to get you patched up, this is infected."<</if>> "I'm not…I'm not supposed to receive help." <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"That is not an option. If you're traveling with me, you aren't going without treatment.<<else>>"That's too damn bad because I'm incapable of not helping.<</if>> <<if $interest is 'healin'>>You're lucky I have a few poultices with me.<<else>> What supplies do you have?<</if>>" Zahn sniffles. "You can't though, this is my punishment." You recoil. "Punishment? Your church did this to you?" $Zcapitalheshe nods. [[Anger wells up and you rant.|6.3a]] [[Heartache overwhelms you.|6.3b]] [[You remain calm and rational.|6.3c]]

You stand suddenly, and Zahn stays crouched as you fume. "I //can't// help you!? ''Can't''!?" Zahn peeks up at you and subtly shakes $Zhisher head. "Well, where are they? How will they stop me? Huh!?" You splay your arms out and look around through the trees. "Alright then! Come out and fucking stop me!" You look back at Zahn before kneeling down to $Zhisher side. "They are not here to hurt you or stop me from helping you and you're not in a position to refuse the help you need either. I know I do not need to tell you how wrong this is that they've done this to you. Or how especially heinous it is that they do not let you get help for your wounds. They're on your back! You can't even reach properly." Zahn looks at you with sad eyes, looking like a scolded puppy. You sigh. "I'm not mad at you. I'm angry at your...//church//. <<if $Zphys is true>>I care about you…seeing you torn up for no reason makes me so…I just can't stand it. You deserve so much better.<<else>>You are a human being. You deserve to be treated with respect and dignity.<</if>> Does your god condone this sort of thing?" "I don't actually know," Zahn replies in a small voice. "The Acceptor says that Din does, that it's…divine punishment. It's penance for when we've wronged him to make us right again." <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>"I'm sorry, but I don't really believe that's the motivation behind this. This is…manipulative. I think it's to make you subservient to their whims – make you fear and obey."<<else>>"Bullshit," you say with a hiss. "This is something done in anger for the pleasure of hurting you to make your leadership feel powerful and in control."<</if>> Zahn sniffles. "I…I know you're right," $Zheshe says in a meek voice. "But…I don't know anything else…" [[You gently stroke Zahn's hair.|6.4a]] [[You take Zahn's hand.|6.4b]] [[You hold Zahn's gaze.|6.4c]]

You choke back your own tears. This is so hard to see. It isn't right or fair. Zahn depends on these people as family, and this is how they treat $Zhimher. Scooting a little closer, Zahn peeks at you as you reach for words to comfort $Zhimher. "You know that I can't just sit back while you are suffering so much." Zahn stays silent but looks at you with so many conflicting emotions on $Zhisher face, but there's an underlying hopefulness there – a plea for help. "I know this church is family to you, and I know you've been reliant on them – but this is cruelty. And because it is cruelty, I am compelled to help make it right and ensure you recover. These wounds are on your back, you won't be able to care for them well and the infection could make you seriously ill or worse." Big tears fill Zahn's eyes and stream down $Zhisher face as $Zhisher lower lip trembles. Your expression softens. "I'm not upset at you. I'm upset with your church. <<if $Zphys is true>>I care about you…seeing you torn up for no reason makes me so…I just can't stand it. You deserve so much better.<<else>>You are a human being. You deserve to be treated with respect and dignity.<</if>> Does your god condone this sort of thing?" "I don't actually know," Zahn replies in a small voice. "The Acceptor says that Din does, that it's…divine punishment. It's penance for when we've wronged him to make us right again." <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>"I'm sorry, but I don't really believe that's the motivation behind this. This is…manipulative. I think it's to make you subservient to their whims – make you fear and obey."<<else>>"Bullshit," you say with a hiss. "This is something done in anger for the pleasure of hurting you to make your leadership feel powerful and in control."<</if>> Zahn sniffles. "I…I know you're right," $Zheshe says in a meek voice. "But…I don't know anything else…" [[You gently stroke Zahn's hair.|6.4a]] [[You take Zahn's hand.|6.4b]] [[You hold Zahn's gaze.|6.4c]]

You take a calming breath and motion for Zahn to do the same. $Zcapitalheshe closes $Zhisher eyes and takes a few steadying breaths. It isn't right or fair. Zahn depends on these people as family, and this is how they treat $Zhimher. Zahn peeks at you as you reach for words to reach out to $Zhimher. "You know that I can't just sit back while you are suffering so much. It goes against everything I was taught." Zahn stays silent but looks at you with so many conflicting emotions on $Zhisher face, but there's an underlying hopefulness there – a plea for help. "I know this church is family to you, and I know you've been reliant on them – but this is cruelty. And because it is cruelty, it is unnecessary that you suffer like this. These wounds are on your back, you won't be able to care for them well and the infection could make you seriously ill or worse." Big tears fill Zahn's eyes and stream down $Zhisher face as $Zhisher lower lip trembles. Your expression softens. "You did nothing wrong. I know you aren't asking for help because of your church because you think this is right, or that you deserve this. <<if $Zphys is true>>I care about you…seeing you torn up for no reason makes me so…I just can't stand it. You deserve so much better.<<else>>You are a human being. You deserve to be treated with respect and dignity.<</if>> Does your god condone this sort of thing?" "I don't actually know," Zahn replies in a small voice. "The Acceptor says that Din does, that it's…divine punishment. It's penance for when we've wronged him to make us right again." <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>"I'm sorry, but I don't really believe that's the motivation behind this. This is…manipulative. I think it's to make you subservient to their whims – make you fear and obey."<<else>>"Bullshit," you say with a hiss. "This is something done in anger for the pleasure of hurting you to make your leadership feel powerful and in control."<</if>> Zahn sniffles. "I…I know you're right," $Zheshe says in a meek voice. "But…I don't know anything else…" [[You gently stroke Zahn's hair.|6.4a]] [[You take Zahn's hand.|6.4b]] [[You hold Zahn's gaze.|6.4c]]

You reach out and softly pat Zahn's head and $Zheshe closes his eyes. You run your hands through the soft and tousled strands, tucking some behind $Zhisher ear. Zahn whimpers, the sound restrained before an unfiltered sob leaves $Zhisher lips. You know it probably hurts $Zhisher back, but you also feel that holding in these tears might hurt worse. Zahn curls close into you, scooting on $Zhisher knees to rest $Zhisher head upon your lap as $Zheshe cries. You stroke Zahn's hair throughout until there are no more tears left to cry. <<include "6.4">> [[It's time to find Oswin.|6.5]]

You reach out and softly take Zahn's hand and $Zheshe eagerly clutches onto you. You run your thumb over the top of $Zhisher hands to sooth $Zhimher. Zahn whimpers, the sound restrained before an unfiltered sob leaves $Zhisher lips. You know it probably hurts $Zhisher back, but you also feel that holding in these tears might hurt worse. Zahn curls close into you, scooting on $Zhisher knees to rest $Zhisher forehead upon your hand as $Zheshe cries. You hold Zahn's hands until there are no more tears left to cry. <<include "6.4">> [[It's time to find Oswin.|6.5]]

Zahn's bright blue eyes quickly latch on your gaze. It's like $Zheshe is searching for all the answers and support $Zheshe needs in your eyes. You refuse to look away, offering the support of your very soul to get Zahn through this. Zahn whimpers, the sound restrained before an unfiltered sob leaves $Zhisher lips. You know it probably hurts $Zhisher back, but you also feel that holding in these tears might hurt worse. Zahn shuffles closer to you, scooting on $Zhisher knees but never looking away as $Zheshe cries. You watch every tear until there are none left to cry. <<include "6.4">> [[It's time to find Oswin.|6.5]]

"Let's get you cleaned up, okay?" Zahn nods. "Do we have to tell the others?" "Yeah, I think we do, and I have a feeling Rune is going to want to help as well. I will bandage it for you, so you don't have to show anyone else." Zahn sits up and reaches for $Zhisher bag. "Do you want to cover up a bit or are you comfortable?" $Zcapitalheshe shakes $Zhisher head. "I don't mind if you see me, I trust you. This is easier anyway.<<if $Zstat5 is 'romantic'>> Besides, other than my backside, my front-side is pretty cute – I'd rather you see for yourself.<<elseif $Zstat5 is 'physical'>> Besides, other than my backside, my front-side is pretty cute – I'd rather you see for yourself.<</if>>" Zahn musters up a small smile for you. You set to work. <<if $interest is 'healin'>>You know just what you need to do and luckily between your supplies and Zahn's, you can treat the wounds well. Your mind shifts into that of a physician, pushing aside the heaviness of the previous moments to ensure the best treatment for your patient.<<else>>You know basic first aid. Zahn has some sort of cream to apply, but you think Rune may need to take a closer look later. As long as you can get Zahn cleaned and bandaged long enough to get back to camp, it should be sufficient.<</if>> As you gently clean the wounds, one thing becomes abundantly clear – this isn't the first time Zahn has endured this. The lashes are on top of existing scars. The flesh is marred by old whip marks, a couple look deep enough to have been quite serious. <<if $Z3bath and $Z5fool>>You begin to think back to when you were in the clearing after you met Zahn. When you took the bath together, Zahn never turned $Zhisher back to you. And even when you fooled around at the inn, Zahn didn't remove $Zhisher top. You suppose one does not need to remove all clothing for such things, but given that $Zheshe's usually so lax, it seems obvious now that $Zheshe's been hiding the scars from you.<<elseif $Z3bath>>You begin to think back to when you were in the clearing after you met Zahn. When you took the bath together, Zahn never turned $Zhisher back to you.<<elseif $Z5fool>>You begin to think back to when you fooled around at the inn, Zahn didn't remove $Zhisher top. You suppose one does not need to remove all clothing for that, but given that Zahn is relaxed about such things, it seems that $Zheshe may have been hiding the scars from you.<</if>> You take a long breath. "How many times?" you ask, unsure if you really want to know. $Zcapitalheshe is quiet for a long moment. "I think this is the fourth…Fourth like //this//." Zahn winces as you touch a particularly sensitive part of the wound. "Sorry… So, when you say '//like this//' does that mean they have other punishments?" Zahn nods. "You only get a lashing if you are intentionally defiant, break a church law, or fail at a mission." "What did you do then? You're on a pilgrimage, what could you have done wrong?" "I wasn't, um…they weren't happy with my progress when I told them what I had done." <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"Sounds like a bit of a stretch for such a punishment," you remark.<<else>>"With marks like these, I thought maybe you had murdered someone," you quip.<</if>> <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>Zahn nods $Zhisher head.<<else>>Zahn manages a small smile.<</if>> You finish patching up Zahn and then escort $Zhimher back to the camp. Oswin is watching for you and you wave, but take Zahn to see Rune first. A brief explanation of Zahn's injuries is given and Rune is already fuming. The air around $Rhimher crackles with purple energy. Zahn insists that $Zheshe should not receive any more help and after some negotiation, $Zheshe agrees to receive magic help to heal the infection but natural care for the wounds only. <<if $interest is 'healin'>>It goes against everything you believe in as a healer, but the will of your patient is to be respected. You can tell that Rune feels your frustration as well, so you offer to ensure care of Zahn's wounds yourself since $Rheshe will bolster Zahn to fight the infection.<<else>>This still doesn't feel right to you, but Zahn's choice matters. At least it is progress in breaking the hold $Zhisher cult has over $Zhimher. Rune will take charge of Zahn's care, so you know $Zheshe is in good hands.<</if>> With that squared away, and the smell of something good in the air – with notes of char…

You try to shed the heaviness of all you just witnessed, mentally adding it to the growing list of things for you to work through later. The camp is set up, the fire is going and Duri is leaning over a pot of something, face looking notably annoyed. You can't tell if $Dheshe is annoyed at the pot of food or Oswin and Aster who are talking close by. As you get closer, you get the distinct impression that Duri's annoyance is due to Aster and Oswin. They look aggravated and their voices are raised slightly. You walk up slowly and take a seat next to the fire by Duri who gives you an overdone fake smile. "Thank fuck you're here – maybe now they'll shut up," $Dheshe says. "What are they on about?" you ask. "I don't know, Oswin said something about what…you know happened to you and that Jasper idiot. Aster got mad and now they're just going back and forth. Be quicker if they'd just whip their dicks out and compare already." <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"I leave the area for a bit and they get into it? This is ridiculous."<<else>>"Think I should just put leashes on them and keep them apart?"<</if>> Duri snorts. "Well, I'm going to leave that mess to you – Runey says I have to be good. I'm going to check on Sunflower, sounds like you got to $Zhimher." Duri smiles at you. "You knew?" Duri taps $Dhisher nose. "I tried – before you say anything – I tried, and $Zheshe snapped at me. I thought $Zheshe should have the chance to come clean before I outed $Zhimher. So now I'm going to take $Zhimher some dinner while you break up the children." Duri grabs a bowl and fills it with…what may be a trail stew. "Good luck," $Dheshe grunts before heading toward the wagon. The raised voices of the two men travel to your ears. You sigh, feeling like a tired parent. You get up and move closer, finally gleaning more of the conversation. Oswin sneers. "I'm just saying, for the last time, it just wasn't //necessary//!" Aster tsks in response. "You are the epitome of the foolish idealist. It does not matter if it wasn't //necessary//. It is more likely that I prevented any further problems by taking care of that jackass." "Well, we'll never know now, will we!? You saw to it – very conveniently I might add. At the very least we could have questioned them, learned something." "Oh yes, silly me, next time your precious little $mc is in danger – I'll ask $hisher assailant to have tea first!" You stop a short distance away upon hearing your name. "Did you even look for a solution that didn't involve killing!? Did you consider it even for a moment?" Oswin yells, face going dark. Aster makes a choking motion with his hands. "Maybe I shot the wrong one then," he says with a growl. "You're either the most naive- How are you a mercenary!? You cannot tell me that you live by the sword and have never dirtied your hands." Oswin stares back defiantly. "There is almost always a peaceful solution, you just have to be ''willing'' to look for it." A mocking laugh rings out from Aster. "You either are a lucky bastard or the absolute worst mercenary on the market. You can fuck right off, we're at an impasse and $mc appears to be in line to deal with more of your…altruistic nonsense." "Fine, agree to disagree, but while you travel with us-" "Yes, yes," Aster snarks. "I'll be the picture of innocence, but don't you dare preach at me. The world has one or two fewer dirtbags thanks to my actions, and I won't apologize for that. They deserved what they got." He storms off, dark eyes meeting your stare for a moment before he turns to head for the treeline. Oswin sighs, staring at the sky. [["That could have gone better," he says.|6.6]]

<<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>You approach with a gentle smile. "It's okay, we're all still getting used to each other. Can't expect us all to be cohesive, especially with how we all met."<<else>>You nod as you approach. "We'll need to do what we can to keep the peace, so it's best that you both cool off and give each other some space."<</if>> He nods. "You're right. And I shouldn't have…I snapped at him. I'm not in any condition or position to make any judgment calls." "Tell him that, not me." "I will, I'll just give him space for a bit." You bite your lip. "Are you two just not going to get along?" Oswin laughs with a sharp edge to his tone. "My record for getting along hasn't been so great these days. I'll…I'm sure I'll get used to him. Zahn grew on me, and don't tell $Dhimher, but Duri isn't so bad either. Rune feels easy to trust for me, but Aster…I just feel unsettled with him." "Maybe because of how everything happened?" you offer. "That must be it. I know…if I didn't think he could be of help to you, I would never consider allowing him this close. All the others have their private lives, but he has…it feels like his secrets are more dangerous, but I don't know who they're dangerous to." "What do you mean?" "Some secrets will get yourself killed, some get others killed. He seems poised one moment but desperate the next to me." You shrug. "He's seemed pretty poised to me throughout." Oswin shakes his head. "Yes and no. He acts like he can help us, that we need him more, but I think it's a guise to make himself appear…perhaps stronger than he really is." <<if $Astat is 'romantic'>>There's a little pang of sympathy in your heart. You hope Aster is okay. "I think we should try to be patient with him. I think if we are and we try to accept him, he'll be more honest."<<elseif $Astat is 'friends'>>You feel a little pang of sympathy. You hope Aster is okay. "I think we should try to be patient with him. I think if we are and we try to accept him, he'll be more honest."<<elseif $Astat is 'neutral'>>Oswin's words make you think. "Do you think we should trust him?"<<elseif $Astat is 'distrust'>>Oswin's words leave you nodding. "Something is off with him, that I agree on. I also can't deny that he might have the answers I need. We need to be careful."<<elseif $Astat is 'afraid'>>You worry your lip. "Oswin, he makes me nervous. I know he might have the solution to my curse, but…"<<elseif $Astat is 'conflicted'>>There's a little pang of sympathy in your heart. "He makes me nervous...but, I think we should try to be patient with him. Maybe if we are and we try to accept him, he'll be more honest."<</if>> "I'm going to keep an eye on him," Oswin reassures you. "Both for your protection and to help him if I can, if he lets me. Anyway, I'm sorry, I know we were supposed to chat…" "You aren't canceling that are you?" "No…no, I'm not. Will you take a walk with me? Dinner isn't ready yet, we have time." Oswin gestures in the opposite direction from where Aster stormed off. "It's getting dark, but the moon will be bright and we won't go far." [[You agree and begin to follow Oswin.|6.7]]

Though the sun is disappearing, the area around the road where Oswin leads you isn't too dark to find your way. The lower the sun gets, the more you notice how bright the moon is – nearly full by the looks of it. Not far from camp, but out of earshot of the others, Oswin stops at a nice spot where the stream runs through. A crude bench made from a fallen log sits near the water, in view of three tiny waterfalls where the water runs to lower ground. You both take a seat and listen as the water trickles along stones. You spy Oswin holding the key necklace, running his thumb along it as he stares into the water. It stays quiet for a long moment. He sighs heavily. "Why is it…" He pauses, shifting his gaze to the sky. "Why is it that when it comes to you…I- I always fail?" His voice cracks on the last word. You clench your eyes shut for a moment, preparing for the battle ahead of you. But he continues before you can respond, voice leveled out with a sort of quiet resignation – defeat. "Ever since we were kids." <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>Your heart drops.<<if $Ostat3 is 'distant'>> Though there is a chasm between you two, your gentle heart still feels for him as a person.<</if>> "Don't say that."<<else>>"Nope, we aren't doing this. There was nothing for you to fail at. I knew you would take this too personally."<</if>> "I just…it shouldn't have happened. My only job was to protect and guide you. I swore to your parents I would care for you and all that's happened on this trip...is your suffering. Because of my failings, you were //abducted// of all things..." [[You don't understand why he's beating himself up – you get firm with him.|6.7a]] [[You comfort him with words.|6.7b]] [[You comfort him with words and affection.|6.7c]]

"Stop this, Oswin. Just ''stop''." He stops and stares at you with a bewildered look. "This is the same loop you were on before, and I'm putting a stop to your spiral. You cannot continue to beat yourself up over things you have no control over. Had you known, had you been there – I have no doubt you would have given your all to prevent me being carted off like that. It isn't like I figured it out before it was too late either. And the others too, no one knew. We were simply caught at a disadvantage, we were comfortable – all of us." He nods, keeping his eyes on the ground. "I'm not listening to this from you again. It does not make sense, and part of me wonders if you enjoy finding things to make yourself feel guilty." "Wha-?" "Seriously," you say firmly. "Every time something bad happens, you use it to fuel the existing notions you have about yourself." Oswin turns to look at you with his eyes wide and his mouth slack. He tries to find something to say in response but only ends up stumbling over his words. "I'm right," you declare. "The image you hold of yourself is so broken that you look for reasons to tear it up entirely. All so you can say 'ah-ha, see I was right about me.' I do not want to hear about that anymore. <<if $Ostat3 is 'friends'>>I'm saying this as your friend. You have got to stop bringing yourself down. If not for yourself, then for me, because I can't listen to this anymore.<<elseif $Ostat3 is 'romantic'>>I'm saying this because I…I care about you. I care about you so much, but the very person I care about just keeps hurting himself again and again. And how else do I protect you from yourself?<<elseif $Ostat3 is 'distant'>>We all have our issues, Twinflower, I would know. I need you to rise out of your self-pity if we are to make progress. It's hard not to think that you are trying to guilt me into adding to that pity, but I won't fuel it for you. If something happens that I think you should feel guilty about, I swear by the stars I will //personally// let you know it.<<elseif $Ostat3 is 'neutral'>>This is inordinately unhealthy for you and unless you can grow from this, I don't see us making the progress we could be making. You are losing yourself to pity, but you don't have to.<</if>>" You still for a moment and focus on breathing. Oswin places his hands on the back of his neck as he thinks about what you said. After several minutes, he says, "You're right." You lean forward on your elbows. "I know." "How do I…how do I not do that? Where do I start?" he asks, but you're not sure if the questions are directed at just you. "It's time for you to do some soul-searching and figure that out. <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>You can start by looking for reasons to love yourself and purge the disdain you have layered on.<<else>>You can start by //not// looking for reasons to hate yourself.<</if>>" He sniffles slightly, almost imperceptibly. "I think…I want to talk with my mama when we get home." You nod. <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"If anyone can set you straight, it's her."<<else>>"Make sure you steal her big spoon first."<</if>> [[Oswin smiles.|6.8]]

"It's not your //only// job, you know." "What?" he asks with a befuddled look. "Your job is also to be human, capable of flaws and faults…same as everyone else." He shakes his head and begins to say something in rebuttal, but you interrupt. "You just hold yourself to a higher – more impossible – standard than anyone around you. And I think by doing that, you find reasons to be unnecessarily hard on yourself. You could not have predicted that I would be abducted – no one did. I didn't until it was far too late. A ridiculously-powerful mage and demigod didn't have a clue about it either. We were caught flat-footed, that's all there is to it." He nods, keeping his eyes on the ground. "I can't listen to you beat yourself up again and again. Guilt and self-pity are slippery slopes to be on, Oswin. And when you do this, when you say these things, you are digging a hole of self-loathing to fall into. And…when you're in that hole, it's almost addicting to keep digging, like you keep confirming to yourself the horrible assumptions you've already made." Oswin turns to look at you with his eyes wide and his mouth slack. He tries to find something to say in response but only ends up stumbling over his words. "I already know that I'm right," you state. "The image you hold of yourself is so broken that you look for reasons to tear it up entirely. And then in the back of your mind, you say 'so I was right.' <<if $Ostat3 is 'friends'>>I'm saying this as your friend. You have got to stop bringing yourself down. If not for yourself, then for me, because I can't stand by and watch you hurt yourself like this anymore.<<elseif $Ostat3 is 'romantic'>>I'm saying this because I…I care about you. I care about you so much, but the very person I care about just keeps hurting himself again and again. And how else do I protect you from yourself?<<elseif $Ostat3 is 'distant'>>We all have our issues, I know that very intimately. I need you to rise out of that hole you've dug if we are to make progress. Sometimes I catch myself thinking that you want me to add to your self-loathing, but I refuse to fuel it for you. If something happens that I think you should feel guilty about, I will let you know it.<<elseif $Ostat3 is 'neutral'>>This is inordinately unhealthy for you and unless you can grow from this, I don't see us making the progress we could be making. You are losing yourself to pity, but you don't have to.<</if>>" You still for a moment and wait for Oswin to absorb what you've told him. Oswin places his hands on the back of his neck as he thinks. After several minutes, he says, "You're right." You lean forward on your elbows. "Not to sound like my da, but, I know…." "How do I…how do I not do that? Where do I start?" he asks, but you're not sure if the questions are directed at just you. "It's time for you to do some soul-searching and figure that out. <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>You can start by looking for reasons to love yourself and purge the disdain you have layered on.<<else>>You can start by //not// looking for reasons to hate yourself.<</if>>" He sniffles slightly, almost imperceptibly. "I think…I want to talk with my mama when we get home." You nod. <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"If anyone can set you straight, it's her."<<else>>"Make sure you steal her big spoon first."<</if>> [[Oswin smiles.|6.8]]

You turn to face him, moving one leg so you straddle the bench. Oswin looks at you with confusion, until you hold your arms out and motion for him to come close. He looks sheepish at first, his eyes looking everywhere but at you, until he scoots closer. It takes some coaxing, but you slowly get him to lean over into your arms. He's noticeably stiff, but as you begin to gently rub his arm and back, his muscles unwind. "It's not your //only// job, you know," you whisper. "What?" he asks. "Your job is also to be human, capable of flaws and faults…same as everyone else." You lightly stroke his hair. He shakes his head and begins to say something in rebuttal, but you interrupt. "You just hold yourself to a higher – more impossible – standard than anyone around you. And I think by doing that, you find reasons to be unnecessarily hard on yourself. You could not have predicted that I would be abducted – no one did. I didn't until it was far too late. A ridiculously-powerful mage and demigod didn't have a clue about it either. We were caught flat-footed, that's all there is to it." He nestles into your shoulder. "I can't listen to you beat yourself up again and again. Guilt and self-pity are slippery slopes to be on, Oswin. And when you do this, when you say these things, you are digging a hole of self-loathing to fall into. And…when you're in that hole, it's almost addicting to keep digging, like you keep confirming to yourself the horrible assumptions you've already made." Oswin turns his head up to look at you with his eyes wide and his mouth slack. He tries to find something to say in response but only ends up stumbling over his words. "I already know that I'm right," you state. "The image you hold of yourself is so broken that you look for reasons to tear it up entirely. And then in the back of your mind, you say 'so I was right.' <<if $Ostat3 is 'friends'>>I'm saying this as your friend. You have got to stop bringing yourself down. If not for yourself, then for me, because I can't stand by and watch you hurt yourself like this anymore.<<elseif $Ostat3 is 'romantic'>>I'm saying this because I…I care about you. I care about you so much, but the very person I care about just keeps hurting himself again and again. And how else do I protect you from yourself?<<elseif $Ostat3 is 'distant'>>We all have our issues, I know that very intimately. I need you to rise out of that hole you've dug if we are to make progress. Sometimes I catch myself thinking that you want me to add to your self-loathing, but I refuse to fuel it for you. If something happens that I think you should feel guilty about, I will let you know.<<elseif $Ostat3 is 'neutral'>>This is inordinately unhealthy for you and unless you can grow from this, I don't see us making the progress we could be making. You are losing yourself to pity, but you don't have to.<</if>>" You still for a moment and wait for Oswin to absorb what you've told him. Oswin presses in closer to you. "You're right." You hug him tight. "Not to sound like my da, but, I know…." you murmur. "How do I…how do I not do that? Where do I start?" he asks, but you're not sure if the questions are directed at just you. "It's time for you to do some soul-searching and figure that out. <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>You can start by looking for reasons to love yourself and purge the disdain you have layered on.<<else>>You can start by //not// looking for reasons to hate yourself.<</if>>" He sniffles slightly, almost imperceptibly. "I think…I want to talk with my mama when we get home." You nod. <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"If anyone can set you straight, it's her."<<else>>"Make sure you steal her big spoon first."<</if>> [[Oswin sits up and smiles at you.|6.8]]

Now as you sit and enjoy the bits of moonlight filtering in through the sparse canopy and reflecting against the stream, things are more serene. You think you were able to reach Oswin and hopefully do him some good. "Make sure you sleep tonight," you add, remembering his hefty dark circles. "I sleep," he mumbles. "But I suppose I will sleep better now." You shake your head. <<if $youtriedin5 is true>>The quiet and relative peace after your discussion, makes the intrusive thoughts of your attempted confession trickle back into your mind. You don't suppose now is the time to inquire about why he didn't want to hear you out at that time. You remember what he said, '//…you should know everything first//.' What else is there to know and why would it matter if you wanted to confess? Was he rejecting you before you could embarrass yourself? Surely he understood what you were going to say…. When will he tell you the rest?<</if>> "Do you remember," he says. "When we were young, the few times we camped outside?" You grin. "Yeah, behind your house…It felt like, well, a bit like this." You gesture around you. "Being outside at night even if it was just in your yard felt like an adventure." "Emre did not care for it the first time…" You recall how your friend clung to you as Oswin set up the tent. The sun wasn't even down yet. You tried to help set the tent up and fire, but the young Emre would not release his grip, nor would he return home to his parents. "He did better the second night, but he was practically attached to my back even while we slept…" Oswin turns to you, he's smiling but something in his eyes is a little sad. "I miss those times – like when you set my cloak on fire and we buried it to hide it from my parents." You chuckle. "We were so worried they wouldn't let us camp again. It wasn't even that burnt!" "I never told you that the twins found it and then blackmailed me." He shakes his head. "I had to do their laundry duty for a whole season to keep them quiet." "You got scammed." "Always," he quips before going quiet for a moment again. "$mc, can I tell you something? It's not…the //whole// of what I need to say, but this feels like the time to confess something." [[The word 'confess' gets your attention.|6.9]]

<<if $Ostat3 is 'friends'>>"Of course, say what you need to. Just be prepared for a lecture if you get down on yourself again." You give him an encouraging smile.<<elseif $Ostat3 is 'romantic'>>Your heart begins to race. What could he be confessing? Could he feel the same? "Sure, what do you need to say?"<<else>>Curiosity pokes at you. "What do you need to say?"<</if>> Oswin takes several deep breaths, which makes you both curious and a little worried. He shakes his hands out. "Sorry," he says. "This is…it's probably silly, but it makes me very uncomfortable. It didn't feel silly before, it felt terrible, but after what we have already talked about I'm beginning to think that…$mc, I think I might be…dramatic." You try your hardest not to react. <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>You tamp down any response you might have bubbling and just try to listen.<<else>>You barely manage to not burst out with a laugh at his wording.<</if>> He continues. "I think, like you said, this is something that I have allowed to eat at me. I let it feast on my self-esteem and it's defined me much more than I even want to consider. After what you said…I think I realize now just how buried in my own loathing I have been and for how long." "Is this something that goes back a few years, when we were teenagers?" He nods and then begins to rub his hands together before taking a few more deep breaths. "So…I have had many conflicting feelings." <<if $Ostat3 is 'romantic'>>Your heart flutters.<</if>> "I'm listening," you say. "When I was a child, a very young one, I think I remember being lonely. Sage and Poppy have always been my big sisters and I love them dearly, but we never had the bond that I wanted. They were always very connected to each other, and I often wonder if they are more attached to one another than they have ever been to Ma and Pa." "They are inseparable…" "They dress alike, they always seem to know what the other is thinking…Did you know they have their own language?" You tilt your head. "Are you joking?" "It's true, perhaps it is part of their witchcraft but they have a spoken and written tongue that only they understand. It drove our parents crazy when they were younger." He chuckles. "Anyway, I just felt left out, and maybe I still do…" "I imagine that would feel isolating…" "I was only three cycles when baby Aster came to the world. His birth is the first memory I have – it's fuzzy, of course, but it's there. Mother had a hard time. I wasn't supposed to be there, but I had snuck to the birthing room because I was scared for her and my sibling. He didn't cry when he was born – I remember the quiet and Mama sobbing as Pa worked on him. I remember the sound of his first cry the most, he was so loud." Oswin laughs, but the sound is nasally like he's resisting tears. He continues. "I was so excited. I had a baby brother. I was determined that we'd be every bit as close as Sage and Poppy were. I did absolutely everything I could to help my mother and father with him. I held him, soothed him, changed him – that was a learning experience. I spent every moment I could with him and when he was sick, I couldn't stand being apart from him." You grin. "I can see that, Emre still looks at you like he never wants you to be far." Oswin nods. "He grew up well…I remember the day that you arrived too. I was playing with my brother when your parents came. I was curious so I picked him up and eavesdropped. Your papa really scared me when I was a kid, but he looked so shaken up that I remember thinking I'd like to give him a big hug…He was holding this little infant, who was so ashen-looking and silent…I thought you were…. Anyway, Mother kept you and tended you until your color went back to normal. When she nursed you I was excited because I thought I had a new sibling again. I was so mad when she said you weren't ours." He looks up to the sky with a big smile on his face. "Is that…your confession?" you ask. "No…I was just being rather wistful, and it's been so long since I shared these things with anyone, it's just nice to talk about." "And I assume background information might be important here?" [[Oswin nods.|6.10]]

"So," he says with a bit of resignation in his tone. "I had my baby brother and I got my wish that we were very close, and on top of that I also got a new friend. My…confession is really two confessions – two sides to the same goldpiece. I became…rather- well, as you and Emre grew up together and became close, I got terribly jealous." You whip your head to face him. "Jealous of me?" Oswin fiddles with a rip in his trousers. "//For// you…" "So you were envious of your brother?" That seems almost more strange to you. "Sometimes…it got complicated. It started out that I was jealous that you and he got so close and spent so much time together. I felt possessive of ''you''. Aster, er, Emre had other friends, but I didn't really, at least none that I wanted to spend much time with. But I always wanted to spend time with you. I think…I think you being a few years younger made me feel more relaxed than with the other kids, but it also made me feel important." "It didn't really feel to me like you were jealous of your brother…" you remark. "That's because I…was //also// jealous of you." You begin to think that maybe he was right to call himself dramatic, but you bite your tongue. "My emotions over it swung wildly back and forth for years. Some days it felt like you had stolen my brother away after I had spent years cultivating our connection. You had just appeared one day, didn't need to do anything and he just loved you so easily. It made me feel, because I was a stupid child, that I was doing something wrong. It added to my self-loathing and made me unbearable to be with at times. Instead of talking about it, I kept it buried in my heart and it simply festered. I didn't know what to do about it and I didn't know how to act around you." "Oswin…" You're not quite sure what to say. He pulls the key necklace from inside his tunic. "The night you gave this back to me…it made me confront some very ugly feelings I was harboring. Emre was…clinging to you that night and defensive of you. I have never wanted to hurt my brother, but I was struck by the temptation to push him away from you." Oswin pauses a moment and you see his hands shake in the bit of moonlight that reaches you. "I was so scared that I had thought such a horrible thing and then what's more I took it out on you. I yelled at you, tossed your gift away…and my hatred for myself deepened. Little by little, I think I've done better, but I have already damaged my relationship with you. Emre has helped me, as much as I can let him, to understand what I feel and why…. He won't even let me apologize." You sigh. <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>"That is not good for your heart, Oswin, not a bit."<<else>>"And you're moving beyond these feelings of jealousy as well?"<</if>> "Both the inadequacy and jealousy are poisons that I have allowed to fester and I am purging them from my soul because I do not want to be this way my entire life. They should have been manageable problems, but I gave them life…like you said, I've been feeding my troubles and holding them too close…hiding behind them." His breathing stutters and he grips the key like a lifeline. [[You wait in silent support.|6.10a]] [[You hug him.|6.10b]] [[You put one arm around him.|6.10c]] $flirt_label [[You stand to cradle him in your arms.|6.10d]] $flirt_label [[You look him in the eyes.|6.10e]]

The sounds of the night come through loud and clear as things settle down between you. There's a gentle wind through the trees and insects and frogs are chirping. The heaviness eases between you after a while. <<include "6.10abcd">> [[You never had romantic feelings for Emre.|6.10f]] [[But you did have romantic feelings for Emre at one point.|6.10g]] [[Actually...you had some feelings for Willow instead.|6.10j]] [[Your feelings went even deeper for BOTH Emre and Willow...|6.10k]] [[Oof...maybe you shouldn’t tell him that you crushed on his sisters instead.|6.10l]]

You hold your arms out to Oswin. He eyes you for a moment, chin quivering with emotion, until he finally gives in and scoots closer to you. You both embrace and he rests his head on your shoulder, his body trembling as he weeps lightly. Squeezing, you hold on to each other as Oswin slowly calms. He parts from you with a bit of hesitance but smiles a bit easier. <<include "6.10abcd">> [[You never had romantic feelings for Emre.|6.10f]] [[But you did have romantic feelings for Emre at one point.|6.10g]] [[Actually...you had some feelings for Willow instead.|6.10j]] [[Your feelings went even deeper for BOTH Emre and Willow...|6.10k]] [[Oof...maybe you shouldn’t tell him that you crushed on his sisters instead.|6.10l]]

You grin at Oswin as you scoot closer, winging your arm around and giving him a squeeze around his shoulders. He smiles, and tries to laugh, but it comes out sounding strained. As you sit with your arm around him, he sniffles lightly but leans into you. <<include "6.10abcd">> [[You never had romantic feelings for Emre.|6.10f]] [[But you did have romantic feelings for Emre at one point.|6.10g]] [[Actually...you had some feelings for Willow instead.|6.10j]] [[Your feelings went even deeper for BOTH Emre and Willow...|6.10k]] [[Oof...maybe you shouldn’t tell him that you crushed on his sisters instead.|6.10l]]

<<set $Oflirt +=5>> He seems surprised when you move in front of him, looking up with curiosity and concern. You slowly reach your hand out, running your fingers through his hair on one side. His chin trembles as you begin to pull him closer until he is nestled <<if $height is 'verytall'>>against your navel<<elseif $height is 'tall'>>against your waist<<elseif $height is 'average'>>into your midsection<<else>>below your sternum<</if>>. You hold him tight with one arm as the other caresses him wherever you can reach – his head, shoulders, and back. He trembles in your arms, weeping lightly, mumbling apologies and words of thanks. Once he settles, you pull away, holding his face in your hands as your thumbs whisk away the remnants of tears. Once he is settled, you return to your seat. <<include "6.10abcd">> [[You never had romantic feelings for Emre.|6.10f]] [[But you did have romantic feelings for Emre at one point.|6.10g]] [[Actually...you had some feelings for Willow instead.|6.10j]] [[Your feelings went even deeper for BOTH Emre and Willow...|6.10k]] [[Oof...maybe you shouldn’t tell him that you crushed on his sisters instead.|6.10l]]

Oswin breaths, slow and purposeful, resisting breaking down further. A few tears escape his eyes. "Thank you for listening, and for sitting here with me," he finally says, sounding calmer. After another moment he adds. "I think I have wept more in the last season than I have in years. I hope that means I'm moving forward." <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>You nod. "I would say that's a good sign if you're letting yourself feel. As my papa would say, trees can grow anywhere as long as they can break through the soil. Maybe you're in some tough ground right now and it just hurts to spread your roots…but in the end, you'll live better."<<else>>You chuckle. "Maybe we should have Rune look you over for leaks? My da used to tell me that when Papa cried it was a sign of strength because he had the courage to feel and know his emotions. Maybe you're becoming like that?"<</if>> He smiles, a soft breathy laugh escaping him. "I hope so…I suppose it's better to get your shit together late than not at all." <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>You smile softly. "Thank you for telling me. I know that was hard on you, but I think I understand a little better.<<else>>You nod in approval. "It's good to get these things off your chest. I appreciate you being honest with me. It doesn't undo the tension that happened between us but it does help me understand why."<</if>> "I'm glad to have told you. I know it does not magic-away all the hardship or grief my behavior has done… <<if $Ostat3 is 'friends'>>I feel closer to you now, $mc, and I desperately do not want to lose that. I do not want to lose you as a friend.<<elseif $Ostat3 is 'romantic'>>I feel so much closer to you now, $mc, and I desperately do not want to lose that. I don't know if my heart would recover if my idiocy lost you completely. I want to strive to be who I want to be – someone honorable whom you can depend on…for anything.<<else>>I won't hide that I would love nothing more than to try and rebuild our friendship, at least start it over for the people we are today. But…I understand if the chasm I have dug between us is too far. I'll own those consequences.<</if>>" <<if $Ostat3 is 'friends'>>You smile. "I think that's a worthy goal.<<elseif $Ostat3 is 'romantic'>>Your heart flutters. "I would say that sounds commendable of you.<<else>>You nod. "Time will tell. Nearly ten years of…//that// may take longer than a season to mend into something new.<</if>> So," you posit after a thought enters your mind. "What of Emre? Does he know everything you've told me now and before at the inn?" Oswin scratches his head, ruffling his hair. "Sort of. He knows of my issues with jealousy of course – I think he knew before I did. There's still a lot that we haven't spoken of. I didn't want to burden him." "You know…you spoke of wanting a deep connection with your brother, like what Sage and Poppy have. The only way you're going to have that is if you share things with him." He sighs. "You're right." <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"You don't have to act just like your sisters, but being more open with Emre is a good start."<<else>>"Maybe don't start dressing and speaking alike, or the whole talking-with-just-your-eyes thing, but at least open up to him more."<</if>> Oswin hums in agreement and a comfortable silence falls over you, but only for a moment until he speaks again, sounding a little hesitant. "You know…when we were young, I often caught myself wondering if you and Emre would ever, you know, become partners." He clears his throat. "I asked him once when we were little, and teased him about marrying you. He claimed to think of you more as family…but, we were kids then…. People grow and…change their minds. I guess I was just surprised when he had so much interest in Willow…" You're not quite sure what to think about his sudden awkwardness…

<<set $Oflirt +=5>> You turn to face Oswin. He looks at you but turns his eyes away, focusing on the ground. "Look at me, please," you request. He glances only for a moment and the corners of his mouth turn down like he's resisting emotion. "Please look at me, Oswin." He turns and finally meets your eyes without flinching. "I…don't know why you'd want to look at me after I told you all that." "Well, I do. I want you to realize that I'm here for you as you work through this and tell me what you need to say until you've said it all." His green gaze softens as he looks back at you. "There isn't much in this world that gives me courage quite like your eyes and your voice." He sniffles, blinking away stray tears. You can tell that he's resisting the urge to hide his face. <<include "6.10abcd">> [[You never had romantic feelings for Emre.|6.10f]] [[But you did have romantic feelings for Emre at one point.|6.10g]] [[Actually...you had some feelings for Willow instead.|6.10j]] [[Your feelings went even deeper for BOTH Emre and Willow...|6.10k]] [[Oof...maybe you shouldn’t tell him that you crushed on his sisters instead.|6.10l]]

<<set $Obrotherfeels to true>> You feel a bit caught all of a sudden. Surprisingly, you haven't really been confronted on any suggestions with feelings concerning your closest friend. Even your parents always assumed you only felt of him as a friend or family member. <<if $Ostat3 is 'romantic'>>You suddenly ponder how Oswin might feel if he knew. Would he be upset or angry? Could it ruin your chances of any future you may have with him?<<if $Obigfeels is true>> You've held feels for him for a long time as it is, would he think less of you if your feeling for the brothers may have intersected a bit?<</if>><<else>>You wonder how it would make Oswin feel. You don't suppose it would matter much to him, and as he suggested, it would make sense. You and Emre were attached practically at the hip all your lives, it was only natural that something could spark. It just…didn't spark the same for him. You've already processed your feelings on that and it's in the past…<</if>> [[You'll tell Oswin now and clear the air.|6.10h]] [[You'd rather keep this information to yourself.|6.10i]]

<<set $Obrotherfeels to false>> You shake your head with a smile. "I guess I could understand where you might come to that conclusion. But, he's always been a friend…maybe a brother too – the closest thing I've had to one at least. And I'm sure he's only ever considered me family. We grew up side by side. Perhaps we're like Sage and Poppy in that respect, too close to not…be close." You shrug. Oswin rubs his hands together, looking away from you but smiling. "Not that it would have been a bad thing. You two would have been great together if you ever wanted that…" <<if $Ostat3 is 'romantic'>>Curiosity sparks in your heart as you think he looks a little…relieved.<</if>> "Would you trust me with your brother?" you ask. He snorts. "The real question is – would I trust him with you? At the rate he and Willow are filling the house with children…I fear we'll need to build on again before long." You shake your head. "He can't even grow a mustache but has zero problems in that area." "Did he tell you that they also want to adopt someday?" "In addition to the two plus two on the way?" Oswin nods. "They wanted to for their first kids, but the orphanage in Lale didn't have any at the time. Well, there were two older children, but they had refused to go." He laughs. "Emre pouted so hard, but these kids were past their name day and weren't //that// much younger than he and Willow in the grand scheme. So, Yan came along after that happened." Your mouth drops. "He never told me about that. Why didn't he tell me?" A part of you is a little sad. "Try not to take it personally, Emre was very upset about it not working out. He told me…he told me that he wanted to give a home to a kid like you. He saw how loved you are by your fathers, how it made you no different from flesh and blood, and he wanted to give that to another child. I think they will still try for that when the time is right. And…between you and me, I don't think they ever imagined they'd end up with twins this time." He sighs, but it's a happy sound. "You should probably go ahead and make some plans to add on to the house…" The two of you share a laugh. [[After you settle down a bit, you both decide to head back to camp.|6.11]]

When you return, everyone else has already eaten dinner, though Duri is gnawing on a bone of some sort. You roll your eyes at that. Rune advised that Duri try to hide $Dhisher demigod-hood from Aster, at least until he becomes a bit more transparent in his motives. Naturally, Duri isn't especially worried about that. Though $Dhisher ears and tail have remained tucked away, that hasn't stopped $Dhimher from behaving a bit…wolfishly. Sure enough, Aster stares at the demigod with puzzlement, arms crossed, not even hiding his disgust for Duri crunching on a bone. He looks at you, rolls his eyes, and shakes his head. You dish yourself out some vegetable stew and see that there is some fried rabbit on the side. Well, some fried rabbit and some charred. Duri grins as you notice the meat. "I snagged a couple hares earlier. Since Sunflower isn't feeling well and Oswin took you away, I thought I should grab some meat in case anyone wanted any. And I only burned it a little this time." "What an improvement," Aster snarks quietly. Duri scoffs. "Don't be jealous, we can't all be so perfect." $Dcapitalheshe runs a hand through $Dhisher long hair. Oswin helps himself to the food and thanks Duri, but doesn't look at Aster. You look around for Rune but don't see $Rhimher. "Runey, went to get cleaned up. Said, $Rheshe felt dirty," Duri says. Aster sighs. You see Duri glare at him. "What?" "//Runey//?" Aster quips. "Sunflower, Ozzy, and what was it you called $mc? //Little <<if $mark is 'tree'>>Sapling<<elseif $mark is 'sun'>>Sunbeam<<elseif $mark is 'storm'>>Raincloud<<elseif $mark is 'plants'>>Bramble<<elseif $mark is 'night'>>Moonbeam<<elseif $mark is 'mountain'>>Stone<</if>>//? Do you not remember names or do you just delight in being a child?" Duri's fingers twitch and you wonder if you'll be breaking up another argument soon. "Oh," Duri says, tapping $Dhisher forehead. "Silly me, I'm sorry, you must be envious. I didn't give you a nickname." Aster glares. Duri places one hand on $Dhisher chin and turns $Dhisher head from side to side. "You need something cute that shows off a bit of your personality…something that still evokes your name too…. Oh! I know! How about, //Ass-ter//? Or, better yet, I'll shorten it to just //Ass//. Yes, much better – ''Ass''." You look to Oswin thinking he will try to break up this contest, but to your shock, he is trying not to laugh. His cheeks are puffed as he holds it in. Aster just glares back. "How clever." "You're welcome," Duri says with a big smile. "Nothing wrong with a pet name." Oswin nods. "I agree, it's endearing." You look at Oswin as he remains hunched over his meal. You tried to call him Yari when you were kids because he always shortened your name to Ravi… [[You want to give him a pet name.|6.11a]] [[His name works just fine.|6.11b]]

<<set $Obrofeeltold to true>> "Well…" you start. Oswin looks at you, his eyes a bit wide. <<if $Ostat3 is 'romantic'>>"Um, this might be a little awkward…but, I did have some feelings for him for a while. But I don't any more! Just to be completely clear, it's in the past, I just thought…since you brought it up I should be transparent. We're just friends though and I'm fine with how things turned out.<<else>>"I did actually have feelings for him for a while. It just didn't work out, as you know. But it's fine, I processed my feelings and I'm okay.<</if>> He nods, shifting in his seat. "I see…. Well, like I said…things do change over time. People change, feelings…change." "Does it feel strange to know that now?" <<if $Ostat3 is 'romantic'>>"Maybe a little, if I'm honest. Not that it's a bad thing, and I don't…I don't think or feel any differently about you or him, so don't think that. I just…need to digest it. Sort of makes you wonder how life would have been different…"<<else>>"Not necessarily…I just need to absorb the idea I suppose. I had no idea…"<</if>> Oswin goes silent for a bit, looking like he's thinking a bit too hard about it. "Would you trust me with your brother?" you ask to move things along from the topic. He snaps from thought and snorts. "The real question is – would I trust him with you? At the rate he and Willow are filling the house with children…I fear we'll need to build on again before long." You shake your head. "He can't even grow a mustache but has zero problems in that area." "Did he tell you that they also want to adopt someday?" "In addition to the two plus two on the way?" Oswin nods. "They wanted to for their first kids, but the orphanage in Lale didn't have any at the time. Well, there were two older children, but they had refused to go." He laughs. "Emre pouted so hard, but these kids were past their name day and weren't //that// much younger than he and Willow in the grand scheme. So, Yan came along after that happened." Your mouth drops. "He never told me about that. Why didn't he tell me?" A part of you is a little sad. "Try not to take it personally, Emre was very upset about it not working out. He told me…he told me that he wanted to give a home to a kid like you. He saw how loved you are to your fathers, how it made you no different from flesh and blood, and he wanted to give that to another child. I think they will still try for that when the time is right. And…between you and me, I don't think they ever imagined they'd end up with twins this time." He sighs, but it's a happy sound. "You should probably go ahead and make some plans to add on to the house…" The two of you share a laugh. [[After you settle down a bit, you both decide to head back to camp.|6.11]]

<<set $Obrofeeltold to false>> This is something that is yours to keep. You're under no obligation to share this information with him or really anyone. Not even your own parents ever guessed your feelings for Emre and you've since processed and moved beyond them. <<if $Ostat3 is 'romantic'>>Besides, you're not sure how that will make Oswin feel. Perhaps a part of your desire for privacy is that you don't want to risk hurting him. Perhaps you worry that if anything romantic came between you and Oswin, that knowing would make him feel like second place…a replacement for the brother you couldn't have.<<else>>You're not sure how it would make Oswin feel, but it is your business alone. Perhaps you will tell him some other time, or you could just keep it to yourself.<</if>> Oswin is, looking like he's thinking a bit too hard. "Would you trust me with your brother?" you ask to move things along from the topic. He snaps from thought and snorts. "The real question is – would I trust him with you? At the rate he and Willow are filling the house with children…I fear we'll need to build on again before long." You shake your head. "He can't even grow a mustache but has zero problems in that area." "Did he tell you that they also want to adopt some day?" "In addition to the two plus two on the way?" Oswin nods. "They wanted to for their first kids, but the orphanage in Lale didn't have any at the time. Well, there were two older children, but they had refused to go." He laughs. "Emre pouted so hard, but these kids were past their name day and weren't //that// much younger than he and Willow in the grand scheme. So, Yan came along after that happened." Your mouth drops. "He never told me about that. Why didn't he tell me?" A part of you is a little sad. "Try not to take it personally, Emre was very upset about it not working out. He told me…he told me that he wanted to give a home to a kid like you. He saw how loved you are to your fathers, how it made you no different from flesh and blood, and he wanted to give that to another child. I think they will still try for that when the time is right. And…between you and me, I don't think they ever imagined they'd end up with twins this time." He sighs, but it's a happy sound. "You should probably go ahead and make some plans to add on to the house…" The two of you share a laugh. [[After you settle down a bit, you both decide to head back to camp.|6.11]]

<<set $Opetname to true>> You think about it for a moment and watch him as he chews his food, unaware that you are studying him. You'd call him… <<textbox "$Oname" "Oswin's Nickname">> Oswin finally looks at you. "What?" "I was just thinking that I should give you a pet name too. Especially since you never let me call you Yari when we were kids." [[Oswin raises an eyebrow.|6.11c]]

You and Oswin continue to enjoy your meals. You are actually impressed with Duri's progress in cooking. Once the food is finished everyone settles down and enjoys the campfire. As you leave to get ready to sleep though, Aster stops you, gently cupping your elbow with his hand to get your attention. He pulls in close <<if $height is 'verytall'>>staring intently into your eyes<<elseif $height is 'tall'>>hoving over you<<elseif $height is 'average'>>towering over you<<else>>completely overshadowing you<</if>> for a moment before he speaks. "I apologize if I've been a bit…cross," he whispers. "Please…don't think negatively of me." [[Accept the apology.|6.11d]] [[Insist that Aster make a better effort to get along.|6.11e]]

"$Oname," you state. In the firelight, you see Oswin's ears begin to darken. <<if $Oname is "Honey">>"You'd…you'd really call me Honey? Isn't that a bit…//affectionate//? Um…wait, are you teasing me?" Oswin's eyes go wide. You smile. "So I like honey, is that really anything that strange?" "Well, no," you say. "But you'd eat it by the barrel if you could. Pretty sure you'd lick it off of anything, too."<<elseif $Oname is "Honeybee">>"You'd…you'd really call me Honeybee? Isn't that a bit…//affectionate//? Um…wait, are you teasing me? You //are// teasing me!" Oswin's eyes go wide. You smile. "So I like honey, is that really anything that strange?" "Well, no," you say. "But you not only love honey, you are terrified of bees. Bees! The creatures that make your favorite food." You laugh. "It fits. You love honey, and if anyone messes with you, you sting them with your sword.<<elseif $Oname is "Stinger">>"Stinger!? That is hardly fair, you know very well that that's a sensitive subject." Oswin's eyes go wide. You grin. "Do you still have those little scars?" He furrows his brow. "I literally risked my own ass for you and my brother, and this is how you thank me?" You laugh. "It fits. You love honey, but you're scared of bees, and if anyone messes with you, you sting them with your sword. It's a perfect fit!"<<elseif $Oname is "Honeycake">>Oswin's mouth drops open, and he stares at you with wide eyes.<<if $cake3Oswin is true>> You wonder if he just remembered when you made him cake before.<</if>>"You'd…you'd really call me Honeycake? Isn't that a bit…//affectionate//? Um…wait, are you teasing me?" You grin. "So I like honey and your family's honeycake, is that really anything that strange?" "Well, no," you say. "That's exactly why the name fits." You laugh. "It fits almost too well."<<elseif $Oname is "Yarrow">>His breath catches, and he swallows hard. “You’d...you’d really call me Yarrow again?” The lilt in his voice is unmistakable. “Yeah, I would...” You answer softly. “Even if you didn’t keep your given name, it’s still important to me.” His lips pull into a grin as he looks at the ground. “That...that would make it all the more special to me as well.” You give him a soft smile as you watch him collect himself.<<elseif $Oname is "Yari">>His breath catches, and he swallows hard. “You’d...you’d really call me Yari?” The lilt in his voice is unmistakable. “Yeah, I would...” You answer softly. “Even if you didn’t keep your given name, it’s still important to me. Besides, you were such a brat back then and wouldn’t let me call you Yari all the time like I wanted. This is like revenge.” His lips pull into a grin as he looks at the ground. “You know, I liked it then, I really did.” “And you were just being the older, wiser one, too big for pet names?” You chide him with no real venom. Oswin nods. “Yeah, actually. I wanted you to feel like I was tougher than I actually felt.” He shrugs as a big smile spreads on his lips. You give him a soft smile in return as you watch him collect himself.<<elseif $Oname is "Petal">>”As in...flower petals?” You nod. “Yeah. I mean, I can’t really help but think of honey or bees when you’re around.” Shrugging, you smile. “Of course, then, I think of flowers and beautiful blooms...bright soft petals.” He rubs the back of his neck as he looks pointedly at the ground. You give him a soft smile while he collects himself.<<elseif $Oname is "Oz">>”Well, it seems that Duri has been a poor influence on you,” he says with a chuckle. You shrug. “Perhaps. I have to say, I do appreciate $Dhisher style. But...I like your name, and you were on to something when we were kids, just shortening mine to Ravi.” “So,” he says. “It’s just my taken name’s version of that?” “Yeah, a little more grown up this time, maybe.” He grins as he avoids your gaze by staring at the ground. You give him a soft smile while he collects himself.<<elseif $Oname is "Ozzy">>”Well, it seems that Duri has been a poor influence on you,” he says with a chuckle. You shrug. “Perhaps. I have to say, I do appreciate $Dhisher style. But...I like your name, and you were on to something when we were kids, just shortening mine to Ravi.” “So,” he says. “It’s just my taken name’s version of that?” “Yeah, a little more grown up this time, maybe.” He grins as he avoids your gaze by staring at the ground. You give him a soft smile while he collects himself.<<elseif $Oname is "Winnie">>”I have to say, I don’t think I follow, but I don’t dislike it either.” You hum. “Well...I don’t know if I could explain it either. For some reason, it just makes me think of you.” He arches a brow and seems to mull it over. “It’s...cute.” He shrugs, seeming bashful. “Sweet, I think.” You smile as he fidgets. “It...I don’t know, it makes me think of a bear. You like honey, bears like honey. Fits.”<<elseif $Oname is "Bear">>”//Bear//!? What? Wait...are you teasing me?” You smile. “This is about my- my //affinity// for honey, isn’t it?” He pouts. You shrug. “Not just honey. I distinctly remember your parents hiding berries from you every time they came into season. Your mother could scarcely collect enough to make a jam because you would eat so many.” He folds his arms. “I was a growing boy.” “Growing like a bear?” you murmur, as he shakes his head at you and tries to mask his smile.<<elseif $Oname is "Pony Boy">>”Are you...are you fucking serious? //Pony Boy//!?” You smirk. “I mean...I like it. It’s cute, and I have a vague recollection of me and your brother riding on your back when we were kids.” He rolls his eyes and folds his arms as he glares at you. “We were //children//.” “Didn’t stop you from making a great pony, though.” You keep smiling at him as he stares at you in defiance. <<elseif $Oname is "Big Dick">>”No! Absolutely- $mc! That’s... You //cannot// address me in such a way, especially in front of other people.” He looks around at your camp-mates who do nothing to help him. You smirk. “So, you’re not saying it’s untrue...” His mouth opens and closes like a fish as he stares at you in disbelief. “I’m not- no! That isn’t- I wouldn’t-” He growls in frustration. You lean back in triumph, knowing he cares too much to actually reject the nickname, no matter how ridiculous. “''Big Dick'' it is. Don’t worry, I only say that with the depth of affection that comes from knowing you my entire life.”<<elseif $Oname is "Slutty Waist Boy">>”What!?” He looks down at his waist, where his belts are cinched in such a way to show off just how delightful his waist is. “//Slutty//? Why? Is it?” He looks down again. You shrug. “Just something I’ve had on my mind for a while.” He crosses his arms awkwardly over his waist. “Slut is such a vulgar word, $mc. No one even uses it outside of...outside of brothels these days anyway. I don’t think... Do I really? Do I look?” He seems at a loss for words. You smirk. “You frequent brothels with a slutty waist like that? Dangerous.” “No!” he cries, closing his arms firmly over his waist as if he were naked. “I’ve only heard about that in passing with some of my charges.” “Hm, just know I’ll only use it with the depth of affection I have for knowing you my entire life,” you say, understanding that he’d never have the heart to refuse any nickname you’d give him, even one //this// absurd. Plus...you’re only being honest about what you see. His waist is terribly distracting.<<else>>"You really want to call me that?" he asks. "Yeah, I think it fits. It fits…us." You smile gently. You hear as he murmers the name to himself, rubbing the back of his neck. "$Oname...yeah, I like it," you say quietly.<</if>> Oswin seems to settle after a moment, but his face remains with a hue of red. "Thank you…Ravi," he says, but doesn't look at you. You finish your food, and everyone settles down to enjoy the campfire. As you leave to get ready to sleep, though, Aster stops you, gently cupping your elbow with his hand to get your attention. He pulls in close <<if $height is 'verytall'>>staring intently into your eyes<<elseif $height is 'tall'>>hoving over you<<elseif $height is 'average'>>towering over you<<else>>completely overshadowing you<</if>> for a moment before he speaks. "I apologize if I've been a bit…cross," he whispers. "Please…don't think negatively of me." [[Accept the apology.|6.11d]] [[Insist that Aster make a better effort to get along.|6.11e]]

You smile. "It's fine, I understand. We all met in a strange way and everyone's been a little suspicious so things are tense. It will get better over time." His dark eyes narrow and he smirks. "You're kind," he says quietly. His eyes shift over to Oswin who is discussing something with Duri. "I'll make a better effort to be civil." You nod. "That's all I can ask of you." <<if $Ostat3 is 'romantic'>>Aster's eyes linger on Oswin for a moment before he looks back at you. "It's not my business…but, I don't think that one is good for you." You're taken aback. "What?" "Oswin has been //odd// with you. I don't know the man very well, nor you, but I think you could do better. Perhaps I am not the best at decorum, but I know how to read people. A man like that is not worth your heart." "I will be the judge of that," you state simply. "It's getting late, we should probably head to bed." "Indeed," Aster agrees.<<if $Astat is 'romantic'>> He raises his hand slowly before tracing the shell of your ear up and down again. "Pardon my reach, but if your heart is already divided so easily, I think you also know that he isn't worthy of you."<</if>> He pulls back with a sweet smile on his lips. "Just something to keep in mind…Goodnight $mc, sleep well." "Goodnight," you reply, watching his back as he wanders off.<<else>>Aster smirks. "You could probably ask me for a whole lot more if I'm honest." "What?" He shrugs. "I was just thinking that I'd rather get along with you more than the others. Perhaps I already feel a kinship due to our…//clandestine// encounters, but I'm looking forward to working with you more." You're not quite sure what to say to that. "It's a bit late…maybe we should head to bed." Aster nods. "Indeed, <<if $Astat is 'romantic'>>perhaps you'll dream of me tonight, and I of you…<</if>>goodnight, $mc." "Goodnight," you reply, watching his back as he wanders off.<</if>> [[You finish the night out in peace.|6.12]]

"It's fine to apologize, but if you realize that you're being cross, then I must insist you channel that energy into getting along with everyone. We're stuck together at least for a while, you may as well try to make the best of it." He grins. "I appreciate your candor," he says quietly. His eyes shift over to Oswin who is discussing something with Duri. "I'll make a better effort to be civil." You nod. "That's all I can ask of you." <<if $Ostat3 is 'romantic'>>Aster's eyes linger on Oswin for a moment before he looks back at you. "It's not my business…but, I don't think that one is good for you." You're taken aback. "What?" "Oswin has been //odd// with you. I don't know the man very well, nor you, but I think you could do better. Perhaps I am not the best at decorum, but I know how to read people. A man like that is not worth your heart." "I will be the judge of that," you state simply. "It's getting late, we should probably head to bed...." "Indeed," Aster agrees. <<if $Astat is 'romantic'>>He raises his hand slowly before tracing the shell of your ear up and down again. "Pardon my reach, but if your heart is already divided so easily, I think you also know that he isn't worthy of you."<</if>> He pulls back with a sweet smile on his lips. "Just something to keep in mind…Goodnight $mc, sleep well." "Goodnight," you reply, watching his back as he wanders off.<<else>>Aster smirks. "You could probably ask me for a whole lot more if I'm honest." "What?" He shrugs. "I was just thinking that I'd rather get along with you more than the others. Perhaps I already feel a kinship due to our…//clandestine// encounters, but I'm looking forward to working with you." You're not quite sure what to say to that. "It's a bit late…maybe we should head to bed." Aster nods. "Indeed, <<if $Astat is 'romantic'>>perhaps you'll dream of me tonight, and I of you…<</if>>goodnight, $mc." "Goodnight," you reply, watching his back as he wanders off.<</if>> [[You finish the night out in peace.|6.12]]

The next leg of your journey continues to be smooth. Rain picks up here and there, but nothing like what you experienced in the Shaw. The closer you get to home, the more the terrain begins to feel familiar. The road is blessedly flat this way, it is boring, which isn't a bad thing after all you've been through on this trip. Your group has attracted the attention of a few other travelers as well, people whom you ran into at some of the more popular spots to camp or on intersecting roads. It came as a shock that a number of people recognize Oswin, greeting him enthusiastically and insisting he join them around their fires. Rune is spotted a time or two as well, though $Rheshe entertains their company less. There's more safety in traveling as a force, and everyone gets the chance to trade goods. One night you are treated to a basket of produce from Auster province, a rare treat with a few foods you've never tried before. For the most part, the strangers leave you be, aside from exchanging pleasantries, <<if $ReservedOutgoing > 49>>which suits you just fine<<else>>which is a little disappointing<</if>>. The only exception is a pair that stands out drastically from everyone around you, which you think are siblings. Not only are they almost identical, but they are nearly as muscular and tall as your papa<<if $height is 'verytall'>> and it's already unusual to see people around your height let alone his<</if>>. They don't travel with your group long, but you do see them make eyes at you and a few of the others around. <<if $romance is 'nointerest'>>They wink and wave at you a couple of times, but you don't pay much mind.<<elseif $romance is 'experience'>>You know exactly what they want, but now isn't really the time.<<elseif $romance is 'onlyphysical'>>You know exactly what they want, but now isn't really the time.<<elseif $romance is 'feelingsnophys'>>They wink and wave at you a couple of times, and you think you know what they want but you're not currently interested.<<if $virgin is true>> They don't seem the type you'd want to be involved with without some…prior experience anyway.<</if>><<elseif $romance is 'interestednoxp'>>You know exactly what they want, but now isn't really the time. <<if $virgin is true>> They don't seem the type you'd want to be involved with without some…prior experience.<</if>><</if>> The closer you get to Stonebrook, the more the other travelers peel off until only two remain headed to the little town with you. Your heart thrums with excitement. You imagine your fathers smiling and celebrating your return. You know you will be so relieved to see them and they will rejoice in having you back. However, as you think about returning with the curse still attached, you know they will be a little heartbroken. [[You wonder how they will respond to your new companions…|6.13]]

Home is just ahead of you. You can tell by how the road gets rougher and the trees are thicker in the distance around your little town. You broke camp before dawn knowing you could make it by midday. $mountname clearly recognizes that you're nearly home, as does Flit as the mounts happily pick up pace. Oswin smiles at you, and the relief that shows on his face is clear. "Is this it?" Zahn asks happily from $Zhisher spot on the wagon next to Rune – clearly feeling much better. "Yeah," you say, a smile spreading on your lips. "It's home." Aster clears his throat. "It's…small? Or do you live in the trees?" Oswin sighs. "It's small, but it's home. You will not want for any comfort, //your grace//." You're surprised to see Aster smile. "Oh good, you've finally learned your station, dear mercenary." So much for them making an effort to get along. "T'was your steady guiding hand that beat sense into this lowly mercenary, Lord //Ass-ter//," Oswin barbs right back. He's still smiling, the look on his face and the snap to his words reminding you of the Yarrow you once knew. The two actually chuckle at each other and you thank the stars for the light mood as you crest into the arch of trees that leads right into town. [[You're struck by a familiar sight.|6.14]]

A colorful caravan is sitting in the familiar clearing reserved just for Nathan and his elk. "Hey!" Zahn calls and then yelps as $Zheshe tries to make a move too suddenly. "Is that Nathanael?" Oswin sighs. "That's his usual spot. Maybe he didn't leave town when he went back through? I don't think he'd be back from his trip yet…" You shrug. "Maybe he finished up whatever he was doing or changed his mind." "Ugh," Duri says and then makes a face, looking disgusted. "What is it?" you ask. "It sm- ''looks'' so…tacky." Rune hums. "If the magical signatures radiating from the cart are anything to go off of, I'd say we're dealing with a rather eccentric individual. If I recall, Magra's shop was similar." Oswin nods. "Nathan owns both of them. He dabbles in magical artifacts but carries general wares too. You may like him, Rune, if you'd like to talk magic I'm sure he would enjoy that." You watch as Duri subtly covers $Dhisher nose with one hand, staying out of Aster's line of sight. You never thought about magic having a smell before. As you look around, getting closer to the caravan you note a distinct lack of giant elk. There is a reddish-brown horse tucked close to the trees away from the cart. You hope nothing happened to the beautiful creature. <<if $mount is 'mule'>>$mountname may be very disappointed if she doesn't get to see him.<</if>> When you approach, Oswin stops his horse and dismounts, probably so he can say hello, but you don't see the merchant. The window of the caravan is propped up as if it's open for business. You also dismount and approach, walking around to the back side. You spot a person you don't know, leaning against one wheel, slumped over, and fast asleep. A plump orange tabby cat next to them is sprawled on its back, also asleep. Oswin comes with you as you get closer. The person, you think a man, is incredibly pale with shoulder-length bright blond hair. His complexion worries you initially, but the gentle rise and fall of his shoulders indicates he's at least alive. "Excuse me?" Oswin prompts. The man snores, and he mumbles something but does not awaken. The cat twitches as well, back feet stretching and little pink toes spreading out wide. "Hello?" you try, a bit louder. He stirs, snapping awake with a gasp. Light grey eyes fly open and look up at you. You and Oswin back away and hold your hands up. "Oh!" The man hustles to his feet. He's dressed in simple clothing, a long brown tunic, and light trousers…which suddenly drop to his ankles. Oswin blanches and turns away as the man struggles to hike his trousers back up. <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>You avert your eyes out of respect.<<else>>You cough to disguise your laughter as you glance away.<</if>> "So sorry, dear customers!" he stammers as he tightens a belt around his waist and you and Oswin turn your eyes to him again. "Quite alright," Oswin says. "In truth, we are not here to shop. We thought this was Nathanael's caravan." You study the man a bit and note the deep pink blush that comes up from his neck. He's tall and very lanky – appearing young, perhaps your age or even a couple years your junior. "Who?" he asks, one brow arching up. You and Oswin share a look. "Nathan," you reply. "The //Nathanael// in 'Nathanael's Whimsy and Want.'" "Oh!" he cries, slapping his forehead. "The boss! Sorry, I don't…really use his name." He runs his hands through his hair, gathering it up so he can tie it with a strip of leather hanging on his wrist. "Who might you be?" you ask. He stares at the backs of his hands a moment and then at his fingernails. "Corman. A pleasure, uh…" "$mc Northbreaker and this is Oswin Twinflower. We're locals." "A pleasure, uh, sorry – said that already. Heads a bit…fuzzy from the nap. Oh, and this is Peppers." He gestures to the cat who is still asleep on its back. "He's…a bit deaf, but I'm sure he's charmed to meet you." Oswin crouches and rubs Peppers's tummy. The cat stretches again and begins to purr loudly. "Oh!" Corman exclaims. "If you aren't here to shop, I can read your cards if you like. Don't tell the boss, it's a little side service I offer." He leads you both back to the front of the caravan where the others are gathered, watching curiously. Corman freezes for a moment at the sight of them before greeting everyone with a bow. The merchant grabs a thick bundled cloth from the window sill and shows it to you, unwrapping it to reveal a large deck of cards. "Have you ever dabbled in fortune cards?" "Oh," Rune says as $Rheshe comes forward. "I'd love to see a demonstration. How long will you be here? We have to get $mc home, but I could return later." Zahn calls out some sort of agreement as well, looking excited at the prospect. Corman smiles wide. "Oh, I will be around for a while, several days at least. Unless the boss sends me off, I suppose. All of you feel free to visit." He bows again, holding the cards close to his chest, a blush covering his cheeks as his hair falls from its tie. [[Corman waves at you as you mount up to leave.|6.15]] $flirt_label [[You help him fix his hair before you leave.|6.15a]]

Just beyond the little clearing usually used for Nathanael and his oversized elk, is a short road leading to the end of town which houses most of Stonebrook's commerce. The tavern is the first thing you see and you note a particularly large bustle of people, likely clamoring for a midday meal. <<if $knowkanta is true>>You spot Kanta leaning against the railing of the porch, chatting with a small group. <<if $kanta is 'male'>>He<<else>>She<</if>> waves at you and smiles so you wave back.<<if $Ostat3 is 'romantic'>> Oswin glances at Kanta when he notices you waving and then gives you a curious look.<</if>><<else>>You spot a person with long brown hair and refined clothing on the porch of the tavern waving at Oswin. He nods back and then returns his attention to the path.<<if $Ostat3 is 'romantic'>> You watch him curiously for a moment wondering who that person is.<</if>><</if>> As you reach the town square just beyond the tavern, the crowd is thinner but there are still several people milling about in the nice weather. The shopkeepers are making sales and trading, customers are everywhere, and children are quickly running across the road to get out of the way of your group.<<if $interest is 'tradin'>> Your regulars light up when they see you, waving and calling out pleasantries. A couple try to beckon you over.<</if>> Most of the people around are now gawking unabashedly at the spectacle you're making. Groups always cause a stir and by now all the new faces traveling with you are turning heads. Some point at Duri, but most stare at Rune and Aster who both ignore the attention with the sort of grace you imagine is learned in etiquette lessons. Off to the side of the road, you are shocked to see a familiar pair – Oswin's sisters – Sage and Poppy linked arm-in-arm. They're wearing identical dresses as usual, featuring the same dark green of their eyes with black and gold trim, a wide neck, and bell sleeves. Their long black hair is loosely tied in a tail. There's a wide berth around them, the crowds intentionally keep a distance. They grin mischievously as your group approaches. "Who are they?" Rune asks. "There's a rather unusual magical essence around them." Oswin sighs. "My older sisters." "Are we gonna say hi?" Zahn asks with excitement in $Zhisher tone. Oswin shakes his head. "They're not very talkative with groups, you'll get a chance later…unfortunately." Sage and Poppy eye you and then each of your companions before grinning at each other. They target Oswin, speaking in unison. <<nobr>> <html> <body> <span> <span style="color:green"> <div style="text-align: left;">"Welcome back, baby brother."</div> </span> </body> <body> <span> <span style="color:green"> <div style="text-align: left;">"Welcome back, baby brother."</div> </span> </body> </html> <</nobr>> "Hello, sisters," he responds without stopping. Sage's grin widens as she glances at you for a moment. "Baby brother…" Poppy continues. "You were supposed to find help for $mc…" <<nobr>> <html> <body> <span> <span style="color:green"> <div style="text-align: left;">"Not a harem."</div> </span> </body> <body> <span> <span style="color:green"> <div style="text-align: left;">"Not a harem."</div> </span> </body> </html> <</nobr>> They laugh – loudly – and Oswin scowls, not deigning to reply or even look back at them as they continue to cackle. "Yikes," Zahn says. "They're scary." You shake your head, still not understanding why you never figured out they were witches before. You don't get much farther before Oswin suddenly groans and swears under his breath. And then you hear it. "Oooooswiiiin!" Your eye twitches as you recognize the voice. A figure runs out from the crowd, long brown hair<<if $knowkanta is true>> just like Kanta's<</if>> flowing in the wind behind him. [[Ves Thornbloom stops in front of you.|6.16]]

True to his name, Ves has always been a thorn in your side. He hates you and has never been particularly fond of Emre either. Though he lacks the power to do any //real// damage to either of you, it hasn't stopped him from being annoying, or throwing verbal barbs at you whenever possible. Most of the people around your age growing up didn't go along with him, but he does have a small group that follows his whims. It was always obvious that he was jealous of your connection to Oswin and poor Emre was a victim by association. Always one needing the focus of those around, Ves stands blocking your path, giving that trademark crooked smile. Duri walks up next to your <<if $mount is 'mule'>>mule<<else>>horse<</if>> and yawns. "What's this about? It's taking longer to get through town than it did to get here from Codrin." "You're back!" Ves yells. Oswin nods. "Yes, we're trying to get through to take $mc home, if you would kindly move from the road." Ves ignores the request and leans to one side to look at you. He scowls and wrinkles his nose before his eyes begin to scan the people around you. As he looks at each of your curious companions his sneer seems to grow. When he notices Aster, sitting on his horse looking bored, Ves's face lights up and he straightens his posture. "Who are all of these fine people, //Oswin//?" Oswin takes a slow breath. "Ves…we really need to go. Please, it has been a long trip." "Come on, it's not like it will take long to introduce me!" Ves flips his hair. Duri steps forward pointing first to $Dhimselfherself and then to everyone else. "Duri, Rune, Zahn, Aster. There. Happy?" "Lovely to meet you all. ''I'm'' Ves Thornbloom. My mother is the Minister of Stonebrook and I am her assistant, so if you need anything at all, please come to me." Aster snickers. Ves's glare returns to you. "Well, I see you //survived//. I was shocked to learn that you managed to peel yourself both from Emre's backside //and// from your precious doting papas. Look at you go." The annoyance in his tone is so obvious it is as though he's putting on a performance for //your// companions. [[Usually you bite your tongue, but no more.|6.16a]] [[You snap back like you always do.|6.16b]] [[You shrink, he always has a way of bringing you down.|6.16c]] [[You don't have the energy to deal with him.|6.16d]]

You have been through far too much to keep your mouth shut now. Ves is completely ignorant of how hard life can be, an annoying little vermin who has always tried to make himself feel better by talking down to you. Your eye twitches again. "Ves – stop talking. Just…stop. I have come much too far and been through things you'd never even survive to sit here and listen to you disrespect me. I never did anything to you, but you are so shallow and spoiled that you take my existence as a slight. Grow up already and stop hiding behind your mother's station." You hear Zahn gasp and then stifle $Zhisher giggles. Duri claps, not bothering to hide $Dhisher glee. Ves balls his hands up into fists. "Oh look, did you find a spine while you were out and about? I don't know why everyone is so obsessed with you, Northbreaker, but-" "<<if $bodytype is 'broad and sturdy'>>''Gods''! It's like you //want// me to break you over my knee! Do you get off on bothering and insulting me? Move along and find your boot-lickers now.<<else>>Stars above! Do you get off on bothering and insulting me or something? Move along and find your little boot-lickers.<</if>> I just want to go home." Oswin spurs Flit to move and $mountname automatically follows. Ves stumbles out of the way, looking on in shock. He glares, surprisingly at Oswin, instead of you. [[Finally, you are just one step from home.|6.17]]

"Ves…stop talking. Just…stop. I don't need to tell you how idiotic you sound when you behave this way. I won't apologize for having friends and family who love me just to elevate your broken little soul. I've said it before and I will say it again because one day, I truly believe, you will learn – find something better to do. Anything. A hobby – a //job// perhaps? One where you aren't still suckling from your mother's station." You hear Zahn gasp and then stifle $Zhisher giggles. Duri claps, not bothering to hide $Dhisher glee. Ves balls his hands up into fists. "I don't know why everyone is so obsessed with you, Northbreaker, but-" "<<if $bodytype is 'broad and sturdy'>>''Gods''! It's like you //want// me to break you over my knee! Do you get off on bothering and insulting me? Move along and find your boot-lickers now.<<else>>Stars above! Do you get off on bothering and insulting me or something? Move along and find your little boot-lickers.<</if>>" Oswin spurs Flit to move and $mountname automatically follows. Ves stumbles out of the way, looking on in shock. He glares, surprisingly at Oswin, instead of you. [[Finally, you are just one step from home.|6.17]]

You turn your eyes down and you know the triumphant face Ves must be making about now. He has done this nearly the entire time you've known each other, needling you with cruel words to break you down. With being ill most of your life, you didn't need any help feeling low, but he always seems to manage to take you down farther. You hope he will stop soon so you can go home. You just want to see your fathers. [[Oswin speaks up.|6.16e]] [[Zahn speaks up.|6.16f]] [[Duri speaks up.|6.16g]] [[Rune speaks up.|6.16h]] [[Aster speaks up.|6.16i]]

You just want to be home. You do not want to deal with this petty grudge of his anymore. Would it be wrong to have $mountname just trample him? Thankfully… [[Oswin speaks up.|6.16e]] [[Zahn speaks up.|6.16f]] [[Duri speaks up.|6.16g]] [[Rune speaks up.|6.16h]] [[Aster speaks up.|6.16i]]

You have to traverse the entire road through town. There are blessedly few people on the path and your group gets through easily. You see Oswin smile when you pass by his home and his family's clinic. Unfortunately, it doesn't appear that his family is around, otherwise, you might find yourself swarmed here as well. It isn't much longer before you see your house. Your home. The familiarity sends a tingle up your back. Memories of running home from seeing the Twinflowers enter your mind. This was a much longer trip though. Most of the spring season has slipped past you while you were away. You wonder what your fathers have been up to. Have they been okay? Is Da's leg healing? Are they coping? You're not sure if they'll be in. During the day, both of them tend to stay quite busy. You don't think you can wait anymore to see them. You almost feel…nervous. Were your letters a comfort or a burden for them? <<if $ch3letter is 'everything'>>You told them everything, you knew that they would find out the truth of it all one way or another it was just a matter of when. Did your honesty give them hope that you were resilient enough or did it give them regrets about sending you?<<elseif $ch3letter is 'summary'>>You didn't exactly tell all there was. You thought you gave a happy middle ground between the gritty details and placating words. Was it enough honesty or too much?<<else>>Most of all, you didn't want to worry them. You hope they will forgive you for trying to protect their feelings. There's an anxiety about finally telling them all you went through. Part of you entertains the idea of trying to keep it quiet or glazing over how bad it was…. But, your fathers have always had a way of //knowing// things.<</if>> You're almost there. "Wow," Zahn says. "Is that it? It's huge!" You smile. "Wait until you meet my papa." You come to a stop in front of your home, staring at it, just as you remember. It doesn't feel real to be here again. The well-worn path that is etched into the ground by your own feet as you grew up leads to the big porch. A bench that you helped Papa make a long time ago still sits upon it. You've always taken for granted how important a bench can be. How many conversations have you and your family members had there? How many times did you sit out there with Emre to celebrate the good or weather the bad? Papa's old red hound, Mim, is sound asleep to the side under a tree, unaware of your presence for now. You dismount, shaking off the unusual jitters that have settled over you. The hound finally stirs and struggles to her feet – facing the tree, she begins to bay in her cracked and garbled voice. Duri covers $Dhisher mouth and chuckles. "She's blind," you remark. "And old as dirt," Oswin adds. Mim finally realizes she's facing the wrong direction and turns. $wolf waddles over slowly, getting low to the ground. The hound settles once they begin to sniff each other out. [[You hear a series of strange thuds from inside the house.|6.18]]

"Ves…" Ves perks up, casting doe-eyes at Oswin. "Yes?" "Do you remember what I told you on $mc's birthday?" Ves's brow furrows. "You wouldn't //dare//." Oswin bristles, urging Flit over right in front of Ves. "I will fix that smile of yours with my fist if you keep this up. Since words, reason, and patience seem to bounce right off that big head of yours, it might be the only thing that you understand. I suggest you move ''now''." Flit pushes through and $mountname automatically follows. Ves stumbles out of the way, looking on in shock. He glares, surprisingly at Oswin, instead of you. [[Finally, you are just one step from home.|6.17]]

"Wow," Zahn starts. "You must be really constipated." Everyone turns to look at $Zhimher. Ves looks completely appalled. "That is disgusting, how dare you-" Ves stammers. Zahn snorts. "Well, it's kinda obvious. You're a huge brat. I haven't known $mc that long, but I've seen enough to know $heshe<<if $pronouns is 'they'>>'re<<else>>'s<</if>> a good person. The only reason I can see you being so mean is because you're constipated." Rune hides $Rhisher face behind $Rhisher hand to try to keep from laughing. Ves throws his hands in the air. "What does that have to do with //anything//!?" "You want people to like you so much, you should just be kind. It's not that hard, you just need to grow a little." Ves is completely flabbergasted and confused, backing off the road, clearly unable to drum up a retort. Oswin shrugs and moves Flit along and $mountname follows. Once the wagon catches up to you, you look up at Zahn as $Zheshe smiles back. You're about to ask the obvious question when Rune speaks first. "Zahn – I think you meant //conceited// not constipated." Zahn's big blue eyes go round. "Oh…" [[Finally, you are just one step from home.|6.17]]

Stepping forward, Duri goes right up into Ves's personal space, making him shrink back a little and look around clearly unsure. "The fuck is your deal?" Duri asks, voice low. "Excuse me, I was not addressing you," Ves snarks. "Oh no, you don't need to address anyone like that. And now I'm addressing //you//, and I wanna know where exactly you think you're going running your mouth like that? Are your balls heavier than your brain or something?" "That is vulgar." "I can do so much worse, little wasp. You step out in the road, bat your lashes, and then try your venom on our friend? Don't show your teeth if you can't back it up. Now fuck off before I show you how the big dogs play." Ves's mouth falls open. "Leave it to a Northbreaker to keep such uncouth company," he snips back. Duri chuckles. "Yeah, well, we have more fun." [[Finally, you are just one step from home.|6.17]]

"Excuse me, but is your mother who we go to about you as well?" "What?" Ves looks at Rune and places his hands on his hips. "Your behavior is unbecoming for a family member of someone on the Ministerial Council. Such things can jeopardize her position, you know." You sense an implied threat in Rune's words. Ves rises to Rune's bait and his attention switches from you entirely. "My mother is a prominent and well-respected member, I'll have you know, and I am entertaining a position on the common council myself." Rune scoffs. "You'll never make it." "Excuse me?" Ves snarls. "Council appointments have already closed and your name was not on the roster to start with. You need //good// character to earn a spot on the council. Blatant intolerance with motivations of childlike jealousy are easily noticed, which would render you without support. That's not to say you can't grow into a person of model character, but if these petty feelings have such a grip on your heart, it may take a while." "I don't care for your tone," Ves huffs. "If it was only my //tone// you heard, then I fear there is little hope for you. Now, carry on, we have important things to do." Rune's dismissal is firm and commanding, and you're surprised to see Ves back off the road. [[Finally, you are just one step from home.|6.17]]

Or rather, he sighs heavily, gathering everyone's attention. Ves, surprising you, smiles at the interruption and runs a hand through his hair again, twirling his finger around the ends. "So sorry," he croons. "I must be holding you up." Aster chuckles, leans forward on his saddle, and smirks. "What gave it away, hm? My irritated sigh or the fact that you are literally standing in the road blocking the way?" Ves //laughs// as if Aster didn't just vaguely insult him. "What was your name again? Aster?" "Oh, so you are capable of understanding speech. Very good, that will make this next part easier for everyone. Get. Off. The. Road." Aster enunciates every word firmly. The smile leaves Ves's face. He takes a breath to talk back, but Aster stops him. "Please, save it. If your need for attention is this potent, do yourself a favor and find an escort. They will gladly let you prattle all you like about how //wonderful// you are and how //horrible// you think $mc is. If you're lucky, you can even find one that resembles me or Twinflower over there." A red blush lights up Ves's face. He stammers over a rebuttal, but flounders over what to say. Aster clicks his tongue, urging his horse one and forcing Ves to back away from the road. [[Finally, you are just one step from home.|6.17]]

Something hits the front door hard and you brace yourself as it holds firm at first before flying wide open. Standing in the doorway, supported by a rugged crutch is your da. You both stand in shock as you stare at each other like neither can believe what they behold. Da looks…haggard. You don't recall a time you've ever seen him so unkempt. He wears //baggy// linen trousers, no shoes, and…an ill-fitting orange //knit// sweater with half of one sleeve missing. His beard has grown a great deal as well and his hair is shaggy. Da's breathing picks up and tears fill his eyes. He bounds from the porch, throwing his crutch halfway and hopping before crashing against you in an embrace. <<if $bodytype is 'broad and sturdy'>>You take the impact easily.<<elseif $bodytype is 'athletic and agile'>>You take the impact easily.<<elseif $bodytype is 'curvy'>>The impact jostles you.<<elseif $bodytype is 'toned and lean'>>The impact jostles you.<<elseif $bodytype is 'slender'>>The impact nearly knocks you off your feet.<<elseif $bodytype is 'voluptuous'>>The impact jostles you.<</if>> Da cries as you hold on to each other. "My $sondtrchild! My $sondtrchild!" he calls, laughter and joy mixed with his crying. <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"I'm home, Da…I'm home," you return.<<else>>"Did you miss me or something?" you quip.<</if>> Da leans back and cups your face in his hands as he <<if $height is 'verytall'>>looks up<<elseif $height is 'tall'>>looks at<<elseif $height is 'average'>>looks down<<else>>looks down<</if>> at you with adoration. Tears pour from his eyes, which are curled up with his big smile. His crow's feet look deeper…and then you realize how thin he is. The beard hides his jaw, but you can see it in the hollow of his throat and how his cheekbones protrude. There are deep and dark rings under his eyes. He studies you in turn and his smile begins to turn down. "$mc…You don't quite look like yourself.<<if $ashyskin is true>> Your complexion isn't right.<</if>><<if $weightloss is true>> You're far too thin…<</if>><<if $darkcircles is true>> Have you even been able to sleep?<</if>>" "Da, what about you? I've never seen you look so rough before. And what are you wearing?" "Oh…" Da looks down at himself. "I forgot about that…uh, well, I've been spending a lot of time with the elders." "The group of old people and widowers who gossip around town all day?" He nods. "They taught me how to knit…" He grabs your shoulders. "You see what becomes of your old man when you wander off? I //knit// now! I have…I have churned so much butter…" There's a far-off look in his eyes. Someone behind you is trying to stifle their snickering. "Da, why are you churning butter?" you ask, unsure if your father has lost his mind, and you're beginning to worry about where Papa is. "Where is Papa?" "I've been helping the dairy for extra coin and to keep busy. I can't hunt or anything and I didn't want to get too weak.... Oh, Sprout, your papa…" [[Dread pulls in your gut.|6.19]]

Da sighs. "He's tried his best, but the garden is so crooked. Not one of the rows is straight. But what's more, is that I can barely get him to come in to rest, he's working all the time. He hardly even talks." "You scared me, I thought something happened to him," you chide. Just as you speak, you hear heavy footfalls approaching quickly. Papa appears, running from somewhere behind the house. You hear Aster curse and notice Duri looking alarmed for a moment. Maybe you should have mentioned just how large your father is... Papa stops much in the same way Da did and just looks at you in shock, his whole face moves with his smile and despite the beard, the joy is evident. Unlike Da, he wears much the same type of simple clothing as always, but you wonder if Da has knitted anything for him. He rushes to you and swoops you up in a big hug. <<if $height is 'verytall'>>You have never been too tall for him to lift like this.<<elseif $height is 'tall'>>He's able to toss you about a bit like he does Da.<<elseif $height is 'average'>>You feel much like a child again being tossed around so easily.<<else>>You feel a bit like a kitten being swept up entirely too easily.<</if>> He holds you up off the ground and cradles your back and head. "My Sprout's home again," he murmurs before setting you down. Tears run down your papa's face as he grabs Da's crutch to help him stand. You notice that he also looks tired with the same dark rings under his eyes. And you also see that the slight paunch to his gut that he'd put on in the last few years is entirely gone. His tunic is a bit too loose around him. [[The weight of it all crashes down and you bawl.|6.19a]] [[You're so happy and relieved that you just laugh.|6.19b]] [[You are overcome and begin to feel faint.|6.19c]] [[You take a deep breath and keep your composure.|6.19d]]

Your breathing quickly escalates as you stand there in the presence of your home, family, and friends. Every step you took since you left suddenly runs through your mind. It is as though you relive every moment in your mind, every moment that your fathers couldn't be there to help you. There were times you didn't think you'd see this sight again, never feel the warmth of the love your parents have for you. Tears blur your vision and your breath stammers as you fall to your knees and wail. Your fathers are with you in an instant to embrace you and hold you firmly against them. Their cries join with yours as they mumble your name over and over paired with little 'I love yous' and 'you're safe now.' It takes you all several moments to calm and someone hands you a waterskin to drink from and a handkerchief to dry your eyes. Papa helps lift you to your feet. You take some deep breaths guided by Da who needs them right along with you. Finally, your heart settles and the tears stop. <<include "6.19abcd">>

It starts with a smile that just keeps growing. You realize that you've literally walked in a giant circle since you left home. You're vaguely aware of all the people you've just brought home as well. Joy bubbles up within you as you stare at your parents and bask in the shadow of your home. You have never felt so much relief and gladness at the same time. The weight that leaves your shoulders is palpable. You cover your mouth as you snicker and then you see your da's eyes curl up as he smiles back at you. The solace you feel hits you so suddenly that your knees buckle as you begin to laugh. Perhaps you are a bit crazed as well as happy, but either way, you feel overjoyed. Your parents kneel next to you, they both smile at your glee, but tears run down their faces. Papa helps you and your da up, handing Da a handkerchief to dry his eyes. <<include "6.19abcd">>

A torrent of feelings swirls around you at once. The onslaught of memories and emotions from your entire journey hits. But you are also overcome with the relief and joy of being home again with your parents. Is this even real? Did you really make it home after all the turmoil you just endured? You feel your muscles begin to slacken and your head rushes with a strange feeling that pulls you down. Darkness begins to crest into your peripheral vision. "Grab $himher!" someone calls. Papa gets to you before you sink to the ground. He helps stand you up as Da holds your face, patting it gently. "Now, now, my little Sprout – you can take a nap later," he jests. "Stay with me, kid." Your eyes struggle to stay open, but you manage to keep alert with the coaxing of your parents. Da guides you through some steady breathing while Papa rubs your shoulders to keep your blood moving. You hear someone remark that you should lay down soon. <<include "6.19abcd">>

There are many thoughts, emotions, and memories in your head right now. Much could pull you under at this moment, but you refuse to let it. You were just reunited with your parents and are home and you are determined to enjoy it as well as not give your parents more reasons to worry. You take calming breaths and organize the torrent in your mind, slotting each item into an organized bubble of your mind to process later. You can do this, and the smiles on your fathers' faces help you. Your shoulders relax and you maintain your poise. <<include "6.19abcd">>

"Ya good, Sprout?" asks Papa. You nod. "I'm fine. I'm just so happy to see you both. I'm glad to be home." Da takes a breath to say something but stops as he looks beyond you. His eyes widen. You turn and see your companions all waiting patiently. Rune and Zahn are sharing a snack on the wagon, Oswin stands dutifully behind you, Aster is cleaning his fingernails, and Duri is rolling around in the yard with Mim and $wolf. Papa chuckles. "This is like that time I sent ya to Kavi for burn ointment and ya came back with a litter of pups instead…" Duri snorts a laugh. Da turns to look and his face goes slack. "Is that a //wolf//, $mc?" He looks at you like he did when you were in a bit of trouble as a kid. "A //giant// wolf? Where…//How//?" $wolf comes up to your fathers, tail spinning in a circle. She goes right for Papa who readily cuddles her. Da hobbles back closer to you. You take a deep breath. "Well, this is as good of a starting point as any. This is $wolf." Oswin interrupts. "She's completely tame, Kip, don't fear." Papa scratches her ears. "Been a long time since I've seen a Northern Wolf." You smile at how easily your new pet has won your father over. You continue. "Over there with Mim is my new friend Duri'naan but $Dheshe goes by just Duri. We met $Dhimher in the forest around the shrine and $Dheshe has been…guiding us a bit." Duri smirks and waves. You move on. "On the wagon is Zahn…" Zahn waves with a big smile, but you notice $Zhimher flinch slightly at the motion. "Zahn is on a religious pilgrimage to help people in need, so $Zheshe ran into us on the road some days from town when I wasn't feeling so well and has been helping us since. Next to $Zhimher is Rundis Lyreheart, or Rune for short, who is a healer and musician. $Rcapitalheshe helped me a great deal when we went to Codrin." Rune dips $Rhisher head in greeting. "Last but not least, this is Astrophel, he prefers to be called just Aster. He, uh, helped me out of a bit of trouble while in the city." Aster dips his chin much like Rune did. You complete the introductions with your parents. "Everyone, these are my fathers, Dov and Kip Northbreaker." Your fathers wave and tip their heads at your friends. You clear your throat. "Papa, Da – I will go ahead and be clear. All of these people know of my particular affliction and have agreed to help me." Papa's face falls. "So ya didn't find a way to break it yet?" You shake your head. "Nothing for sure, but all of my companions here have ideas to help. We'll…let's talk in more detail later. For now, I just want to enjoy being with you and being home." <<if $cursestress >=4>>//While you still can//.<</if>> Da chuckles, shaking off the heaviness in favor of some levity. "See, this is why we never let you go far from home. Oh well, at least we will have lots of guests for the celebration tonight." He smiles at you. "Celebration?" Papa nods. "Yer owed a birthday feast, Sprout. Everyone's welcome. I know there's hard talks ahead tonight, but we're celebratin' yer return no matter what." Oswin clears his throat. "Speaking of, I need to return home and greet my family. We will also need to figure out accommodations for everyone." Aster interrupts. "I will take my leave now and secure a room at the tavern… Assuming they have even that in this tiny town." Oswin rolls his eyes. "Yes, they have a few rooms there, but no one should feel obligated to pay. We can find places for everyone." Aster kicks up his horse to turn back to the road. "Gold isn't a problem for me, mercenary, and I like my privacy." He winks at you and then trots off. "We have a spare room here. There's one bed but it would easily sleep two people if any of you are comfortable with that. We also have a large couch in the den," Da adds. "I have a spare cot in my room that I will gladly lend someone," Oswin says. "It's not a very large space, and I share a home with my family. Just be warned." Duri stands. "I'm more comfortable…camping anyway. So, I can sleep anywhere." Da's mouth drops. "Kid, I'm not going to let you sleep in the cold when we can house you." The demigod gives you a confused look, and you're not quite sure why. Though one of your friends has already taken off, you also have a rather large bed. You could offer to share with someone if you wanted. You don't think your parents would mind, though it might raise a question or two about your relationship. [[You think it's best to keep your room to yourself for now.|6.19abcd1]] [[You offer to share with Zahn.|6.19abcd2]] [[You offer to share with Duri.|6.19abcd3]] [[You offer to share with Rune.|6.19abcd4]] [[It may sound odd, but you could still ask Oswin…|6.19abcd5]]

<<set $roomshare to false>> You'd rather just have your own room for a while. You've shared your space enough as it is this season, and if you want some company later, you can ask then. You and your papa load up the leftover goods from the wagon and carry everything in. [[You're finally home.|6.20]]

<<set $roomshare to true>><<set $roomie to 'Zahn'>> You find Zahn at the back of Rune's wagon, trying $Zhisher best to help take the dwindling supplies from your trip out. Rune gives $Zhimher a look, merely pointing toward the house and Zahn begrudgingly – and very slowly – crawls out of the wagon. $Zcapitalhisher face lights up with a smile when $Zheshe sees you. "$mc! Aren't you relieved to be home?" You nod. "I am, it feels a little surreal." "Your parents seem really kind. I can see where you get it." You smile. "Well, if you'd like the chance to get to know them a bit better, how about you bunk with me?" Zahn's smile suddenly evaporates. "What?" "I have a large room and a bed big enough for two. I'd like you to stay with me. Plus, I can make sure that your wounds continue to heal well." "You'd really share your home with me, your own room? You'd trust me to sleep next to you even?" There's a hopeful lilt to Zahn's tone. <<if $Zstat5 is 'friends'>>"Of course, we're friends. I want to make sure you're safe and comfortable. This is a good chance for us to spend more time together, just us. We should play games with my da, you can help me beat him." You chuckle.<<elseif $Zstat5 is 'romantic'>>"Of course, we're good friends. I want to make sure you're safe and comfortable. This is a good chance for us to spend more time together, just us. We should play games with my da, you can help me beat him. And there are so many family recipes we can feed you." You feel heat come to your face.<<elseif $Zstat5 is 'physical'>>"Of course, we're friends. I want to make sure you're safe and comfortable. This is a good chance for us to spend more time together, just us. We should play games with my da, you can help me beat him." You chuckle, also thinking about how you wouldn't mind waking up to those big blue eyes either..<<else>>You shrug. "We're getting to know each other and trust each other. This is a good way to do that, right?" You also quietly think that it would be a good way to keep an eye on $Zhimher.<</if>> A radiant smile spreads on Zahn's face and $Zhisher whole face lights up with it. "I would love to! I can help with chores. I'm good at cleaning, and your da said something about a garden right? I can do that too!" "I'm sure he'll be ready to put us to work at some point, but until your back is healed, no work for you." Zahn gives you an eager nod. "Whatever you want." You head through the door and I'll help unload the wagon. There's a sitting room straight in and to the right – big fireplace, you can't miss it." "Alright, I'll wait for you!" With an excited giggle, $Zheshe hustles inside. You approach Rune and begin taking crates from the wagon. <<if $Zphys is true>>You meet eyes with your da who glances at Zahn's retreating form and then back to you. He smirks at you and raises an eyebrow.<</if>> [[You can't believe you're actually home…|6.20]]

<<set $roomshare to true>><<set $roomie to 'Duri'>> You approach Duri who is crooning over Mim while $wolf sniffs around the new area. $Dcapitalheshe grins at you as you approach. "$mc, this dog is //so// old! She's in good shape though, and she's happy." There's a warm smile on Duri's face and if the old hound's tail is any indication, she likes $Dhimher just as much. "You can tell that she's happy?" you ask, patting Mim on the head as well. "Yeah, I can sort of get impressions of their moods. She was defensive when we showed up but relaxed when she could smell you. She feels safe and content…likes your father, the really big one a lot." "Papa – well…I guess you should just call him Dov." Duri nods. "He's…he seems kind. They both do." $Dcapitalheshe clears $Dhisher throat. "Anyway, I saw your barn, I'm going to head over there." You raise a brow. "Are you helping with the horses?" $Dcapitalheshe snorts. "No, I'm going to sleep there. I don't want to share a room with //Oswin//." "Well, what about sharing with me?" <<if $ReservedOutgoing > 49>>Your heart flutters with nerves.<<else>>Your heart flutters with excitement.<</if>> "Why would you sleep in the barn? Your house is right there…" <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>You're taken aback. "Duri…I mean you stay with me //in// the house. I have a large room and a big bed. Don't feel like you have to stick yourself in the barn."<<else>>You puff a laugh. "You goose, you've been hanging out with Zahn too long. I mean for you to stay with me, in my room."<</if>> Duri takes a step back from you. "Yeah?" You nod. "Even if you don't want to, we can find a more comfortable place for you than the barn…" A coy smile spreads on Duri's lips. "You want to be alone with me?" $Dcapitalheshe lowers $Dhisher voice. "In bed…in the dark? My little <<if $mark is 'tree'>>sapling<<elseif $mark is 'sun'>>sunbeam<<elseif $mark is 'storm'>>rain-cloud<<elseif $mark is 'plants'>>bramble<<elseif $mark is 'night'>>moonbeam<<elseif $mark is 'mountain'>>stone<</if>>, if you want my attention so bad, you just need to ask me." <<if $Dstat is 'romantic'>>Your pulse suddenly increases. <</if>>You look over and notice your papa watching your interaction from a distance, his arms full of crates. You clear your throat. "Well, what do you think?" Duri shrugs. "Mm…I could pop in sometimes, but not every night…unless you're just that //lonely// and can't get enough of me." $Dcapitalheshe grins wide. "And I don't mind the barn, I think…I prefer it." You nod, sending Duri off who still gets roped into helping with the horses by Rune. [[Papa waves you inside.|6.20]]

<<set $roomshare to true>><<set $roomie to 'Rune'>> Rune is directing everyone else in unloading the wagon and getting the horses taken care of. You approach in time to hear $Rhimher chide Zahn about overdoing it while Duri is saddled with three crates to carry. Duri seems to have no trouble with the load but grumbles just the same as $Dheshe walks by you. Rune turns with a pile of bric-a brac, jolting in surprise when you stand next to $Rhimher. "Oh, $mc, I thought you were Duri'naan." Rune sets the pile back on the wagon. "I can still help," you offer. "Do you feel well? No shoulder pain or anything?" Rune's brows pinch in concern. "I don't want you to strain too soon. Undoing any of the healing could leave you with permanent damage." "I promise you, I'm doing fine now." Rune grabs the pile and hands it to you. "I'm trusting that you are being honest and not placating my worries. //Don't// make me regret that." You chuckle and resist the urge to roll your eyes. "Any magic for carrying things?" $Rcapitalheshe nods. "There's a few tricks, but Oswin advised that I keep displays at a minimum. Your father is suspicious of mages…." "Yes, I didn't really realize how much until we met with Ansar. He was quite upset…but Papa is sweet, and you're here with me." Rune's bright purple eyes turn up in a shy smile. $Rcapitalheshe rubs $Rhisher hands together, $Rhisher normal air of confidence seeming to fade. "I am…a bit nervous about the impression I may make on your parents." You give $Rhimher a puzzled look. "I will be okay once we settle in." You decide not to push, at least for now. "Well, speaking of settling in, that's why I wanted to speak with you. My room is a decent size and my bed would easily accommodate two. Would you care to share with me?" Rune sucks in a breath. "You would…you would really share your space with me? <<if $ReservedOutgoing > 49>>I wouldn't crowd you?<<else>>I wouldn't be in your way?<</if>>" "I wouldn't ask if I didn't mean it." <<if $Rstat is 'friends'>>A radiant smile sets upon Rune's lips. "I would very much enjoy that. I think we will make fantastic roommates and your hospitality is greatly appreciated.<<elseif $Rstat is 'romantic'>>A radiant smile sets upon Rune's lips, and $Rheshe gently brings $Rhisher hand to your bicep, giving it a gentle squeeze. "I would very much enjoy that. I think we will make fantastic roommates and your hospitality is greatly appreciated.<<if $Rtold is true>> This will be a good opportunity for us to truly get to know each other. Sharing the inn wasn't quite as…intimate as I had hoped for in that regard.<</if>><<else>>A radiant smile sets upon Rune's lips. "I would very much enjoy that. I think we will make fantastic roommates and your hospitality is greatly appreciated.<</if>>" "It's settled then." As you turn with your pile of goods to take inside, you notice your papa watching you and Rune. He gives you a warm smile when you meet his gaze, but you note a hint of concern in his eyes. [[You're home…|6.20]]

<<set $roomshare to true>><<set $roomie to 'Oswin'>> As everyone begins moving to get unpacked and settled in somewhere, you decide to approach Oswin. He gives you a soft smile. "$mc…" he says as he fiddles with Flit's reins, preparing to guide her back to his home. <<if $ReservedOutgoing > 49>>You give him a shy smile in return. "Hey, um, I know this may sound…odd. But, I had an idea."<<else>>You give him your best smile in return. "So I had a fun idea…"<</if>> He eyes you skeptically. "You have my attention." "Since your room is a bit small for two people, do you think it could work if we shared my room and then gave yours to someone else?" <<if $ReservedOutgoing > 49>>Your heart flutters with nerves. You hope you're not overstepping.<<else>>Even saying it out loud, you feel more sure that it's a good idea.<</if>> "Me? You want to share with…//me//? You'd share…your room with me?" He glances over to where everyone else is unloading and preparing the horses for the barn. You mentally backtrack and review how you phrased your suggestion. "Yes…that's what I said. I just thought it might make more sense. Your family is always welcoming, and I seem to remember that your room now has a door to the outside so whoever stayed there wouldn't need to bother anyone coming and going…" He nods. "That's…that's true. But…we would share your bed?" "Yes…I mean, we have known each other the longest after all." <<if $Ostat3 is 'romantic'>>Oswin stares into your eyes for a very long moment. You're not quite sure what he's looking for – perhaps a punch line or for you to retract the offer? Does he want an excuse to refuse? "I don't know…I don't know if I have the resolve, $mc," he says in a small voice. You see a flush encroaching on his neck. "Resolve for what?" you ask. He bites his lip as he thinks. "I don't think it would be good for my heart. And you deserve your privacy after all you've gone through." Oswin smiles sadly at you. <<if $youtriedin5 is true>>You sigh, your heart suddenly heavy. "Does this have something to do with what you still need to tell me?" "Yes…but…but maybe after. Some other time we can…." He clears his throat and looks away from you. "Anyway, you should get settled."<</if>><<else>>Oswin's eyes look everywhere but at you. "I don't…I don't know if that would be a good idea right now. I think everyone would be more comfortable sharing with someone they at least know…. My family can be a bit much." "I don't know, the others probably wouldn't mind…we can at least ask them first." He shakes his head. "It might be awkward for your fathers. We'll…let's talk later. Maybe some other time we can…." He clears his throat and looks away from you. "Anyway, you should get settled."<</if>> Oswin guides Flit away and you stand and watch as he leaves. From the corner of your vision, you spot your da gawking at you. He hobbles over with the help of his crutch. "You okay, kid? What was that about?" You shrug. "I'm…I'm trying to reach out to him but he pulls away." He places a hand on your shoulder, getting you to look at him. "Don't think the effort is wasted, $mc. It may not look like it, but he's moving toward you. Even if it isn't in the way you want him to, it's the way that he feels comfortable moving." You nod, unsure if your da is right this time. "If he ever hurts you though, tell me so I can kick his ass. This crutch can do a lot of damage." He chuckles. "I'll keep that in mind," you say, a smile finding your lips. <<if $Ostat3 is 'romantic'>>"I think we should have a talk about him soon, okay?" Da lowers his voice. "Your old man isn't ignorant. I know that look.<<if $Obigfeels is true>> I should have talked to you about this a long time ago.<</if>>"<</if>> [[It's time to head inside.|6.20]]

It takes a while before you can truly relax, but the work of unloading everything and putting everything and everyone in a place is strangely relaxing. The odd feelings you had about being home after so long away abate as you work, despite your da trying to coax you into letting everyone else finish everything. Your home looks mostly as you left it – with the addition of three large butter churners in the den and a very large basket of yarn. You also note a few new floorboards, the wood much brighter than their surroundings. The ones which were soaked in your blood have been removed. The thought of what it was like for your fathers to tear the old board out hits you like a weight in your stomach. Da doesn't let you dwell on that for long. He eagerly shows you all the things he can knit now – //after// he changes into his normal clothing. Da learned basic knitting when you were adopted, enough that he could do some blankets and a couple very terrible outfits for you, which he still has somewhere. He seems thrilled by his progress and you admit that he's gotten quite good. <<if $roomshare is true>><<if $roomie is 'Zahn'>>You introduce Zahn more personally to your fathers and notify them that $Zheshe will be staying with you. Your parents are warm to $Zhimher, though da seems less than thrilled with $Zhisher involvement with a church. Zahn is bright pink through the entire conversation, and you note $Zhisher hands tremble a little. Since $Zheshe will share your room, Rune decides to take the spare room. Duri insists that $Dheshe would like to stay in the barn. Rune and your fathers are unable to change $Dhisher mind but Duri agrees to pop into the house each day.<<elseif $roomie is 'Rune'>>You give a more personable introduction between Rune and your fathers. Rune acts oddly nervous, especially at your papa's scrutiny and you gather that he can tell from Rune's eyes that $Rheshe has magic<<if $eyecolor is "purple">> even though your own eyes are purple<</if>>. It makes you wonder how he may feel if you are able to learn to use magic. With Rune staying with you, Zahn decides to take the spare room and is giddy when Duri rejects the idea of sharing and takes the barn. Your parents worry over Duri staying there but are placated when $Dheshe agrees to visit the house each day.<<elseif $roomie is 'Duri'>>You try to introduce Duri to your fathers on a more personal level, but the demigod proves a bit slippery. When you finally corner $Dhimher, Duri is surprisingly quiet and polite and your parents seem to like $Dhimher. They're a bit shocked when $Dheshe insists on staying in the barn, but once Duri promises to visit the house, they let it go. With Duri floating in and out of your room, Rune and Zahn decide to share the spare room.<<else>>Rune and Zahn decide to share the spare room at your house after Duri insists on staying in the barn rather than bunking with Oswin. Your fathers fuss over Duri's choice but settle when $Dheshe promises to visit the house each day. You will have a room to yourself, which will be wonderful after having no privacy for so many days.<</if>><<else>>Rune and Zahn decide to share the spare room at your house after Duri insists on staying in the barn rather than bunking with Oswin. Your fathers fuss over Duri's choice but settle when $Dheshe promises to visit the house each day. You will have a room to yourself, which will be wonderful after having no privacy for so many days.<</if>> It isn't long before your fathers begin compiling a feast for everyone to enjoy. Papa gets a giant cauldron of soup going while Da manages to get bread and some sweets thrown together with you and Rune's help. As the evening settles, everyone sits at the dining table – mostly. Papa accommodates the overflow of guests by dragging one of the couches close as well. Your fathers sit on either side of you at the table set with ale and Da's best wines to sip on before the meal. The conversation about your journey looms over you, but it's easy to forget the more you chat with your fathers and friends while you wait for Oswin and Aster. You think of Emre as well, wondering if you should visit soon and how his wife is doing. Da has already had a couple glasses of wine and is animatedly fluxing between telling stories about your childhood and flirting with Papa. Rune sits with $Rhisher legs crossed on the couch, drawing most of the conversation while Duri stands behind, sometimes pacing and sometimes leaning against the arm of the couch. Zahn sits across from you and seems to be eager for the food and hanging on to whatever your da says. [[There's a knock at the door.|6.21]]

You begin to rise from your chair to answer when Papa signals you to stay. Da catches your eye and grins at you, his cheeks tipped pink from the wine and smiles. Even though his face is still more gaunt than normal and there are dark rings under his eyes – he looks so happy. Footsteps echo through the house, and you see Oswin walking in, and behind him – Emre…. Emre with two tiny infants in his arms. His wife, Willow, walks in behind him, tall and graceful like the tree she is named for. She smiles at you softly, her long waves of brown hair cascading down over her shoulders to her waist. She wears a pale yellow dress and it's almost unusual to see her not pregnant. Emre's whole face lights up when he sees you and you rush from your seat to greet him. "$mc!" he cries. "You're really here!" His voice catches in a strangled sob. "Emre, I'm home, it's okay," you say, trying to comfort him. You see Willow dab her eyes and give you a sheepish look. "Welcome home, $mc. I am thankful that you are safe," she says softly. Emre bounces the babies gently, sniffling as he tries to keep calm. You take in his appearance, noticing that he also looks exhausted. His hair is tied in a scarf, and what you can see of it is a complete mess. His brown eyes are just as kind as ever though, even though they tell of a tired father. You usher him in and Rune makes room on the couch. Willow sits and takes one of the infants, Emre takes the middle, and you take the final seat next to him. Oswin kneels next to Willow, and you note that he's changed into a much more relaxed linen outfit. It's strange to not see him with his armor and sword. A few more tears slip from Emre's eyes, but he smiles. "Ma and Pa want to see you too, but they wanted to give you a bit of space. They're watching Yan and Cephas for us. Yan was…uh…" "Angry," Willow says with a sigh. "She was very upset that we asked her to stay home and demanded a story about your travels when she sees you next." Emre chuckles, the apples of his cheeks are pink from his big smile. "Well," he begins. "I suppose I should introduce you." He bites his lip and a barely restrained sob still escapes. "I can't believe you're here. I'm so glad you can finally meet them. As it happened, the twins were born the same night you left." "Seriously?" you ask. "That…wasn't that a bit…" "Early," he finishes. "Yes. Willow was having a rough time, so we expected them early, but…not that soon. But they're fighters – small but very mighty. And Willow fought just as hard. She's still healing, but is much better now." Emre looks at his wife and she nods at him with a smile. "Um…" Emre gestures to the baby he holds. "This is…Ravi." Your jaw falls open. Willow raises the other infant. "This is Yari." She glances at Oswin, who has a watery smile. "You named your children after us?" you ask, stunned. Emre nods. "I could think of no better way to honor you and them. The odds were set against us but they pulled through. You and Oswin are two of the strongest people I've ever known. I love you both so much…and I can't wait to tell the girls about where their names came from." He gets choked up again and Willow hands him a handkerchief. [[You settle in for an emotional talk.|6.22]]

Emre and Willow chat with you for a while, catching you up on a few things going on around town and the events of the birth of the twins. It was a very difficult affair, one that nearly cost them Willow's own life, though the woman tries to cast attention away from that. You can't help but have your thoughts drift to your birth mother <<if $mommyissues is 'sad'>>and you struggle to keep composed<<elseif $mommyissues is 'anger'>>and you struggle to keep composed<<elseif $mommyissues is 'thankful'>>and your heart swells with gratefulness<<elseif $mommyissues is 'guilt'>>and guilt nearly chokes you<<elseif $mommyissues is 'okay'>>but you take it in stride<</if>>. Eventually, Aster shows up dressed in a rather official-looking ensemble – a long dark grey coat decorated with three dark belts, toggles up one shoulder, and a deep blue sash over the other. Though he is already quite tall, he wears heeled boots that click as he walks. Had you never met him before, you'd think he was a dignitary of sorts. You are also surprised when Sage and Poppy come through the door, holding a large tray of cakes. Despite the razzing they gave Oswin earlier, they seem genuinely pleased to have you home, even if they subtly suggest there may be hemlock in 'maybe just one' of the cakes. With all the new faces around, you are sure to introduce Emre, his sisters, and Willow to everyone before sitting down for a feast of bread and soup with a cake dessert. Thankfully, no one finds the cake that may or may not be poisoned. During the celebration, everyone chats casually. Sage, Poppy, and Rune strike up a conversation and seem to get along well. Zahn seems taken with Emre and is very excited when he and Willow let $Zhimher hold baby Ravi. Aster strikes up an easy conversation with your da, which you're not sure is a good sign or not. And, to your surprise, Duri doesn't say much at all, but you notice $Dheshe seems to gravitate to your papa and even a bit to Willow. You guess because they are both quiet people. Oswin also stays fairly quiet, but chats with you on occasion while holding little Yari. After a time, the hard part comes. You and Oswin explain everything about your journey. Everything. <<if $ch3letter is 'everything'>>Though you shared most of the events in your letters, a few new details surface that make your fathers cringe.<<elseif $ch3letter is 'summary'>>You get a fairly distraught look from your da as the full details of your mishaps surface. Papa places a comforting hand on his shoulder, but both of them are clearly very distressed.<<else>>For most of the story, your da holds his head in his hands and Papa grips the arms of his chair so hard that his knuckles turn white.<</if>> Your heart breaks a little when you get to the last misfortune you experienced – abduction. Your fathers, who had managed to hold it in the whole time, weep when they learn of what you faced. You tell them all that you experienced at the hands of Jasper, and Aster assists in telling his part of it, though you both leave out what you discussed after your rescue for now. Emre is frighteningly quiet throughout the entire thing. Tears stream down his face and his expression looks eerily vacant. Willow holds his hand the entire time, resting her head on his shoulder and hiding her face with her hair when the details become upsetting. Sage and Poppy are mostly stoic but leave the room suddenly for a few moments after you detail the abduction. Once the heaviness is dealt with, everyone takes a deep breath and basks in silence for a while. [[Your da moves the conversation forward.|6.23]]

He clears his throat of the raw emotion that threatens to overwhelm him. "So, my $sondtrchild has said that any one of you may be able to help break this curse. I must ask the obvious question. How?" Rune speaks first. "As we discussed earlier, I am a mage, though I am not just a healer." Papa's gaze shifts to Rune and he leans forward in his chair. Though a bit nervous at the shift, Rune continues. "I am a – if you will excuse any implied conceit – a rather adept magic user. I have been highly trained to control my abilities and have spent hundreds of hours researching it. Our associate, Aster, is a scholar of magic as well. It is our belief that we can study the curse and find a way to break it of our own power." "And if ya can't?" Papa asks, seeming a little more relaxed. Rune drums $Rhisher fingers on the table. "I think it should be a last resort, but I am well-acquainted with a god…" Papa's eyes go wide and Da's mouth drops. All of your friends except Oswin turn their shocked gazes to Rune who goes a little sheepish at the attention. You realize that $Rheshe must not have told anyone else but perhaps you and Oswin. Aster scoffs. "What god has taken a fancy to you then? I should have guessed – a lovely face and great power is all it takes…" There's clear venom behind his words. Rune fixes him with a stern glare. "Don't you dare imply such a sordid thing when you do not know her. She is like a mother to me." "Who?" Papa asks, now very curious. "Casimir," Rune says, looking pointedly at Aster. Aster leans back in his seat. "Damn. You don't play around, do you Lyreheart…" He chuckles. Rune continues after $Rheshe notices that both your fathers are shocked into silence. Thankfully, Papa seems much more at ease, but Da is less impressed. "I have tried to contact her with magic, but she has a rule to keep a distance from me. It's a long story, but she worries about meddling in my life too much. Every year on my birthday, on the first of winter, she visits me. If we cannot resolve the curse by then, I have every faith that she will be able to and would be happy to help." Da snorts and slams his cup down. "Gods are the reason for this mess in the first place. Who is to say that she didn't do this herself or isn't in league with the god who did?" "Kip, that's not true," Papa says. "Casimir fought hard to ensure humans were free from gods. She's the sister to Hayat, the first two ancient ones." Da sighs but doesn't fight. Rune leans forward. "I can assure you that she'd be disgusted with what has happened to your $sondtrchild. She would be in agreement with you that gods have done tremendous harm. Her mission to this day is to keep any remaining gods in line." Your da rubs his hands up and down his face. "Alright, so we have research and gods…what about you, Chipmunk?" he asks, gesturing to Zahn. "Me!?" Zahn exclaims, mouth so full of cake that $Zhisher cheeks puff out slightly. Duri chuckles. Da nods and smiles. Once Zahn has finished the bite of cake, $Zheshe grins back. "Um, well, my church worships Din and we have records about all the gods. I managed to borrow some from our sect in Codrin – some huge books. I want to try to find which god made the curse. I think we can find out how to break it if we know that much." Da sighs. "More god stuff…and research. I'm seeing a theme." Papa pats his back and then looks to Duri. "What ya have goin', kid?" The demigod looks a little surprised to be addressed at first. $Dcapitalheshe scratches $Dhisher head and you note that $Dheshe scratches right where $Dhisher wolf ears would be. "Well…" Duri looks to you and then to Rune. "My sister is a…um…" You note that Rune is subtly shaking $Rhisher head and you are also perplexed by the word //sister// specifically. Duri finishes. "A witch. A really good one, I guess. If I can contact her, I think she can help. That's really all." Duri looks at you. "I can't really do what the others can, but I wanted…to help." Oswin interrupts as well. "Duri was pivotal in guiding us out of the Shaw and to the city." Papa gives $Dhimher a warm smile. "We're very thankful for yer help." [[Da breaks up the moment.|6.24]]

He stands with help from Papa who pulls his chair out for him. "Everyone," he begins. "No matter how you fell into my kid's path, I want to thank you for getting $himher this far. I can't begin to show you my appreciation and I can never repay you for your part in bringing my child back to me. You are all welcome in our home as family, what we have is yours even if it isn't anything special. I want you all to rest well and enjoy your time here and maybe listen to a couple //adorable// stories I have about $mc." Da sends you a wink. His jaw quivers. "This kid is my everything, //our// everything." He places a hand on Papa's shoulder. "I have no right to ask that you see this through until the end, but I will. I will beg because I do not know what to do if not for you all…" Da sniffles and wipes his eyes. "So, enough of that. There's some time left this evening, please relax, eat, drink, whatever you like. Celebrate with us." Your da smiles at you with tears in his eyes. "Our $sondtrchild is home." Rune starts a round of applause and everyone follows along. Papa kisses Da on the temple and holds his hand as he settles back down. [[You look at the spread before you and all the people gathered in your home.|6.25]]

You still have some time before the evening ends and everyone heads off to sleep… <<if $ch5parents is true>>You already had a chat with your fathers.<<else>>[[You'll spend some more time with your parents.|6.25parents]]<</if>> <<if $ch5gift is true>>You gave your gift.<<else>>[[You have a gift to give someone…|6.25gift]]<</if>> <<if $ch5EW is true>>You talked with Emre and Willow.<<else>>[[You'll talk with Emre and Willow before they leave.|6.25EW]] *TW: grief, childbirth complications [[Click here to skip.|6.25EWskip]]<</if>> <<if $ch5SP is true>>The witch sisters have spoken.<<else>>[[Sage and Poppy are staring at you.|6.25SP]]<</if>> <<if $ch5A is true>>You spoke with Aster<<else>>[[Aster is milling around…|6.25A]]<</if>> <<if $ch5D is true>>You spoke with Duri<<else>>[[It looks like Duri might be sneaking out…|6.25D]]<</if>> <<if $ch5RZO is true>>You spoke with Rune, Zahn, and Oswin.<<else>>[[You'll see what Rune, Zahn, and Oswin are chatting about.|6.25RZO]]<</if>> <<if $ch5parents and $ch5gift and $ch5EW and $ch5SP and $ch5A and $ch5D and $ch5RZO>>*[[You decide that it's time to retire for the night.|6.25sleep]]<</if>>

<<set $ch5parents to true>> <<if $ch5gift is true>><<if $gift5 is 'parents'>>Though you have already given your gift to them, you still want to spend more time in your fathers' company.<</if>><</if>> You make your way over to your parents, grabbing a nearby chair to chat with them. Papa has confiscated Da's wine, holding it away from him and smiling as Da tries to grab it. Your <<if $ch5gift is true>><<if $gift5 is 'parents'>>return<</if>><<else>>arrival<</if>> distracts them, so you snatch the goblet and just when your da thinks you'll give it back, you set it on the far side of the table. Da laughs so hard that he can't even pout about it. When you sit, Papa pats the side of your face with his big hand. "I can't believe yer really here, Sprout." "Me either," you say. "I needed to see you <<if $ch5gift is true>><<if $gift5 is 'parents'>>again <</if>><</if>>before we head to bed. I don't think I could sleep otherwise." Da nods. "It doesn't look like any of us had a good night's rest since you left…" Papa agrees with a grunt. "Yer da was a mess." Da waves a hand at him. "$mc doesn't need to know all that. We just missed you a lot." You and Papa exchanged worried glances. You take a deep breath. "I worried about you too, but it's obvious that you really didn't do very well. Either of you. I can tell by looking at you." "I regretted not goin'," Papa laments. "If it helps, I don't think things would have happened much differently…In a way I think grandmother was with me though. Her strength was always contagious." You smile at the memory of your quiet and protective grandmother. Da clears his throat to hide his distress. You get the sense that he is trying very hard to keep his emotions calm. "So, all these new friends of yours are really something. Leave it to a kid of mine to wander away from home once and come back with a bunch of charming strangers." Papa sighs. "So," Da continues. "Any of them //special// to you?" He grins wide. [[You snicker along with your da.|6.25p1][$BoldflirtShyflirt to Math.clamp($BoldflirtShyflirt + 5, 0, 100)]] [[Your face goes hot and you stammer as you try to respond.|6.25p2][$BoldflirtShyflirt to Math.clamp($BoldflirtShyflirt - 5, 0, 100)]] [[You just roll your eyes at his antics.|6.25p3]]

<<set $ch5gift to true>> <<if $gift5 is 'parents'>>You remember the little bear family statue that Aster helped you //procure//.<<if $ch5parents is true>> You kick yourself for forgetting while you were chatting with your parents.<</if>> After locating your travel pack that is sitting by the stairs, you dig out the souvenir which is wrapped in some scrap fabric that you received from the inn. As you make your way<<if $ch5parents is true>> back<</if>> to your fathers they smile happily<<if $ch5parents is true>> at your return<</if>>. <<if $ch5parents is true>>Da leans back in his chair, propping his arms up and dawning a smug look. "Well, well, well – look what we have here. Couldn't stay away from your ol' folks, could ya?" Papa chuckles and motions you closer. "Ignore him, the wine's gone to his head and it's bigger than normal."<<else>>"Hey, kid!" your da calls. "What are you up to? I almost thought you were leaving us and going to bed already. Don't call it quits //this// early. What's that say about you if your dear old fathers can out-party you." Papa chuckles and motions you closer. "Ignore him, the wine's gone to his head and it's bigger than normal."<</if>> <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>You shake your head. "Don't worry, I'm not heading to bed just yet. I forgot something in my bag that I wanted to give you."<<else>>You chuckle. "Well, I was //trying// to give my dear fathers a gift, but if they don't want it…"<</if>> That gets Da's attention and he leans forward. "You got us something on your trip? After everything you went through you…Sprout…" There's a shine to his eyes. "I just saw it and I thought of you both, well, all of us." You hand it over and Papa takes it gently to hold as Da unwraps it. They both grin wide when they see the little bear family. Your papa chuckles. "It's us." "It's beautiful," Da croons. "I know just the place for this…. Love, if you would, place it on the mantle there for me in the center of the fireplace. That way I can see it when I knit." Papa takes it over and shuffles a couple clay vases around so the bear statue can be centered. He returns and smiles sweetly at you. "Thank you, my $sondtrchild. I'll always think of us when I see it." [[Your parents encourage you to enjoy the rest of your celebration.|6.25]]<<elseif $gift5 is 'Emre'>>You remember the bag of twinflower seeds that Aster helped you //procure//. After locating your travel pack which is sitting by the stairs, you dig out the souvenir which is wrapped in some scrap fabric that you received from the inn. You head over to Emre and Willow who have migrated over to a pair of wooden rocking chairs your fathers like to spend their evenings in. Willow sits in your Papa's chair which is much larger than the other. It dwarfs her slight frame but gives her room to hold the babies, one in each arm. They seem to be sleeping now. Emre smiles at your approach.<<if $ch5EW is true>> You don't think he minds a bit that you're returning to see him.<</if>> You keep your voice low. "Hey, I wanted to give you something that I found in Codrin." His brows shoot up. "You got me a gift? $mc, why in star's light were you thinking about //that// while you were away?" <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>You shake your head. "Don't be like that, of course, I'd think of you,"<<else>>You wave a hand. "Oh don't fuss, just take it,"<</if>> you say as you hand over the bundle. Emre looks to Willow who nods at him to open it. He unfolds the fabric delicately, revealing the leather bag and squeezing it. He unwinds the cord around the opening and peers in before taking a few of the seeds out. "These…they can't be…" He gawks at you. "These are twinflower seeds…so //many// twinflower seeds." You nod. "They looked healthy to me. I don't think you'll have any problems propagating some." "Of course…I can't tell you how much this means to me. It will be so nice to have a whole trove of flowers just for us, not just for work." He looks at his daughters and his jaw quivers. "Maybe they'll play in them with Yan and Cephas when they're older…" You smile. "Maybe they'll build a little hut to play in too." The tears finally fall, but Emre gathers himself quickly. Willow smiles and mouths a 'thank you' as well. [[You take your leave so the babies can sleep in peace.|6.25]]<<else>>You remember the stone bracelet that Aster helped you //procure//. After locating your travel pack which is sitting by the stairs, you dig out the souvenir which is wrapped in some scrap fabric that you received from the inn. Your eyes scan the room for the recipient of your gift… [[Oswin.|6.25giftO]] [[Zahn.|6.25giftZ]] [[Duri.|6.25giftD]] [[Rune.|6.25giftR]] [[Aster.|6.25giftA]] <</if>>

<<set $ch5EW to true>> You find Emre and Willow who have taken to pacing with the twins, of the infant variety, each carrying one and gently bouncing them along. You join them in their pacing until the babies settle and they walk with you to the corner of the room. <<if $gavegift is 'E'>>"Hope you don't mind me swinging back around. I thought we should chat one more time before you head home," you say. Emre smiles. "You know I don't mind. If you didn't mind being woken up by children nine or ten times at night, I'd just take you home with me anyway."<br><br><</if>>You smile warmly at them. "Do you want to sit back down? I won't take much of your time and I know you must be tired." Willow shakes her head. "I am tired, but I've also been in bed for what feels like a whole cycle. I think I should stand for a bit." Emre agrees. "They're good sleepers, really. Not as good as Cephas, but since they're small, poor Willow has been woken up a lot to feed them." Willow smiles and nudges him. "Don't act like you aren't awake and helping me every time." You watch them looking at each other and smiling. They're so tired, you can see it in their eyes, but their cheeks are pink and there's a funny sort of satisfaction in the way they interact. You think of your birth mother. Would she have looked at you like that? Did she have this with your father as well? Was she alone by choice, did she have a bad partner, or did this curse befall on and take your other birth parent as well? You see how Willow cradles their children and you've watched how loved Yan and Cephas are as well. Is this what it would have been like for you had she survived? <<if $mommyissues is 'sad'>>Is this what you and your mother were robbed of?<<elseif $mommyissues is 'anger'>>Your mother was robbed. You were robbed.<<elseif $mommyissues is 'thankful'>>You are thankful to your mother, but can't help but wonder if she was cheated.<<elseif $mommyissues is 'guilt'>>//You// robbed her of this…<<elseif $mommyissues is 'okay'>>What's done is done, but you can't help but be curious about what could have been.<</if>> Willow tilts her head. "$mc, are you well?" You snap to attention. "Oh…yes…I just…." You look into Willow's kind brown eyes. <<if $Obrotherfeels is true>>Though you once had feelings for the man she calls husband, she's always been good to you. You don't know if she ever guessed your feelings or not, and perhaps part of you wanted to dislike her in the past, but she has always been like Emre. Kind and honest. Trustworthy and caring.<</if>> "Actually, can I ask you a question?" She nods. "Of course." "So…having them, nearly cost you dearly?" You aren't sure just how delicately to phrase your question. Willow nods, but Emre chimes in. "We nearly…" He chokes back emotion. "We nearly lost all of them, $mc. You had a lot going on…Willow had a lot of trouble even back on your birthday. Things really began to deteriorate that day." "I bled," she adds. "It took a long time to stabilize me. The birth was similar. I was quite weak by then, and I nearly wasn't able to go through with it." You nod and think about that for a moment, a little shocked. Willow nods at you to continue, seeming to wave off your concerns. "Well, you know about my birth mother…I can't help but wonder, as a parent – do you feel like what you've sacrificed, what you //could// have lost…does it change the way you feel about your children? I hate to ask it this way – but was it worth it to you?" Willow looks you in the eye, hers are watery. "$mc, if you're asking if you think //you// were worth what your mother sacrificed – the answer is yes. Now, I can't speak for all parents. Being one…your life becomes something new, and it's no longer your own. It's //hard// and it's risky, but for me, and I think for your own mother too, we would rather see our children with a shot at life even at the cost of our own. I don't regret loving my children more than myself; I don't want to lose my life either, I really don't, but they were worth my struggle. But that is what I have always wanted for my own life, and I can only speak from that. But given what I know of your beginnings, your mother loved you more than she loved herself, and I feel in my heart that if she was able to choose it all again, she would make the same choice." You take in what Willow has to say and… [[You can't speak, only nodding as you hold back tears.|6.25EW1]] [[You sob.|6.25EW2]] [[Relief washes over you.|6.25EW3]] [[You spread your arms out for a hug.|6.25EW4]] [[You just take it in, wanting to think on it more later.|6.25EW5]]

<<set $ch5SP to true>> The piercing green gazes of the twins are hard //not// to feel. They stand in a dark corner of the den, huddled close together, whispering here and there as they observe the room. You suppose you should make your way over and say hi and thank them for coming. You don't often talk with them these days. As you grew up there was less need to have someone older around, and the twins naturally like to keep to themselves, not even spending extended time with Emre. It's difficult to know what all they even do… As you approach, you hear them giggle, covering their mouths and sharing a look that you're sure means //something//. <<nobr>> <html> <body> <span> <span style="color:green"> <div style="text-align: left;">"Welcome home."</div> </span> </body> <body> <span> <span style="color:green"> <div style="text-align: left;">"Welcome home."</div> </span> </body> </html> <</nobr>> As typical, they speak as one. "Thank you, and thank you for coming. I'm a little surprised to see you to be honest." You offer a smile. Sage waves a hand at you. "No thanks needed, baby Northbreaker." Poppy nods along. "Just because you were more fun to torture as a child, doesn't mean we don't care." "Besides," Sage adds. "You've brought quite the spectacle with you." "What strange company," Poppy concurs with a look toward your friends scattered through the room. You might regret asking, but you do anyway. "What do you make of my new companions?" They look at each other. <<nobr>> <html> <body> <span> <span style="color:green"> <div style="text-align: left;">"Interesting."</div> </span> </body> <body> <span> <span style="color:green"> <div style="text-align: left;">"Interesting."</div> </span> </body> </html> <</nobr>> "How so?" you prod. Sage taps the tips of her fingers to her lips. "Hm…how to describe it?" Poppy peeks around you as if to see them and make an assessment. "It's difficult to place it all in words…but…" <<nobr>> <html> <body> <span> <span style="color:green"> <div style="text-align: left;">"Power, secrets, half-truths, and…."</div> </span> </body> <body> <span> <span style="color:green"> <div style="text-align: left;">"Power, secrets, half-truths, and…."</div> </span> </body> </html> <</nobr>> They pause. "And?" you ask, leaning forward. <<nobr>> <html> <body> <span> <span style="color:green"> <div style="text-align: left;">"Devotion."</div> </span> </body> <body> <span> <span style="color:green"> <div style="text-align: left;">"Devotion."</div> </span> </body> </html> <</nobr>> Poppy shrugs. "Those are just feelings though. They may change." "Plus," Sage leans forward to whisper to you. "They're all very lovely in their own ways, aren't they?" They giggle in unison. <<nobr>> <html> <body> <span> <span style="color:green"> <div style="text-align: left;">"Who calls your heart?"</div> </span> </body> <body> <span> <span style="color:green"> <div style="text-align: left;">"Who calls your heart?"</div> </span> </body> </html> <</nobr>> You think of... [[No one...probably.|6.25SP1]] [[No one...definitely.|6.25SP1]] [[Oswin…but should you tell them that?|6.25SP2]] [[Zahn.|6.25SP3]] [[Duri.|6.25SP4]] [[Rune.|6.25SP5]] [[Aster.|6.25SP6]]

<<set $ch5A to true>> You've spotted Aster pacing the first floor of the house, gawking at shelves and tables, and occasionally chatting with the others. He gives Oswin and Duri a wide berth but seems to enjoy chatting with your da most of all. He's made his way to the kitchen when you make your way over, simply staring into the night from the window there which faces the backyard. Aster seems a bit wistful, idly running his finger along his goblet of wine, eyes lost. "Hey there," you start quietly. "Are you okay?" He snaps from his daze. "Oh, $mc, yes – I am. A bit weary from the road, but the company is good and the wine is wonderful. I can't complain." "I've noticed you pacing quite a bit, I worried you were unhappy about something." "Not at all, I have always had difficulty sitting still – mentally and physically." "Yeah? Like a nervous sort of tick?" He shrugs. "I just like to move. I like to always push forward, do better, achieve more. I feel that I'm-" He goes silent and clears his throat. "Aster?" His dark eyes find yours and he simply stares into you for a long moment. You notice how long his eyelashes are, casting a slight shadow upon his cheekbones. His brows are dark too and well-groomed. Where most people on the road wouldn't bother, you are sure that he takes the time to shape and care for them. Without the light of the sun to bring out the red hues of his hair, it almost looks black. <<if $Astat is 'romantic'>>He reaches out and lightly traces his fingertips across your shoulder, fiddling with the seam of your clothing.<<elseif $Astat is 'conflicted'>>Your back goes rigid as he reaches out to run his fingertips across your shoulder, under the guise of fiddling with the seam of your clothing.<</if>> "It's just that I can't help but feel that I am destined for something bigger, something //better// than what my life laid out for me. Though I have known luxury, I was never satisfied with it. So, I set out in search of it, of something wonderful. If I cannot find something better, I will make something better myself. Have you ever felt that way?" "Like I was meant for what? Greatness?" You almost chuckle, much of your life has been about survival. Aster nods. "No doubt, you've had your distractions. But…I, I see a greatness in you." He smiles. <<if $Astat is 'romantic'>>"Perhaps even greatness //with// each other…. Who can say?"<<elseif $Astat is 'conflicted'>>"Perhaps, despite how you quiver in my presence, we could even find greatness //with// each other…. Who can say?"<</if>> <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"Thank you," you reply. "I hope you're right."<<else>>"Thanks," you say. "I get it from my da."<</if>> He sighs. "I do appreciate the hospitality of your family, by the way. Kip has quite the sense of humor, <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>makes me wonder how he ended up with a sophisticated kid like you<<else>>I can //definitely// see where you get it<</if>>. He wouldn't say much on the subject, but he strikes me as someone of noble upbringing. Especially if his taste in drink is any indication." You shift on your feet, unsure if that is something you should really talk about, not that you know much. Nodding your head, you try to meet in the middle. "I think he may have had some family who were quite wealthy at one point. I never really knew them, it was long before my time." "That would make sense. It's common for some extended families to invite children of their relatives to share in tutors and such. I can at least tell he's had etiquette beaten into him, even if it was long ago." He huffs a laugh. "My own parents had me take such classes, my knuckles //still// ache…." "Imagining you as a student is interesting. Since you're a scholar now, I take it you enjoyed it to some extent?" He shrugs. "I love knowledge, I covet it, but only on my own terms. I found my teachers quite…dull and stupid most of the time." Aster pauses and furrows his brow. "Apologies, that is cruel of me to speak of them that way." He shows you the back of his hand where you see faint lines running across his knuckles, the flesh lighter in color from a scar. "Again – knuckles." He wiggles his fingers. You cringe, unable to imagine a teacher so harsh that they would actually scar your hand in such a way. Stonebrook has a very small school which most students attend unless their parents handle their learning at home. There were few instructors, but all were kind even when strict. Aster drums his fingers along his goblet, eyes roving to the window again. You decide to try and move the conversation toward something a little lighter. "So, I hope your accommodation at the tavern is okay. I also hope you know that you are still welcome to change your mind if you would like to stay with us or Oswin." <<if $Astat is 'afraid'>>You could almost kick yourself for suggesting such a thing, but you're reflexively hospitable in the midst of conversation.<</if>> He turns to you with a smile. "It's no bother, as I said, I like the privacy. I would appreciate a visit from you at some point so I can study your condition more closely. I'll work with Lyreheart, of course." <<if $Astat is 'romantic'>>Your heart flutters a bit, excited by the prospect.<<elseif $Astat is 'friends'>>You smile, it will be nice to spend time with him one-on-one.<<elseif $Astat is 'neutral'>>You nod, knowing that will be the best way to start understanding your curse better.<<elseif $Astat is 'distrust'>>You can barely disguise your grimace, the prospect is a little irksome, but if Rune is involved, it should be okay. You'll just stay on your guard.<<elseif $Astat is 'afraid'>>Your heart races. It's one thing to speak with him in your home with several people around…but //alone//? You remind yourself of Rune's involvement, which helps. And the tavern usually has people milling about, so you wouldn't be without help if you felt unsafe.<<elseif $Astat is 'conflicted'>>Your heart races in both a good and bad way. A feeling of excitement betrays the sense of caution that bubbles up inside of you. Rune's involvement reassures you, and the tavern usually has people milling about, so you wouldn't be without some sort of safety net.<</if>> "Sure, we'll arrange something," you supply. "Feel free to stop by at your leisure. There are only about three rooms anyway, I'm sure you'll find me. Speaking of…I may go ahead and return. I am quite tired." "Sure, thank you for visiting with us, Aster." He bows slightly. "It's my pleasure, $mc." [[You take your leave and continue your evening.|6.25]]

<<set $ch5D to true>> You spot $Dhimher toying with a window that's out of sight from most of the den. $Dcapitalheshe subtly looks side to side like $Dheshe is worried about getting caught. You creep up as Duri fiddles with the latch. "That one sticks, I'd use the one in the kitchen," you say, enjoying the way Duri's back goes stick straight. $Dcapitalheshe turns in place and gives you a big fake smile. "$mc! How did you manage to sneak up on me?" You cross your arms. "Well, you seemed awfully distracted…. Also, you do realize that you can just use the door, right?" Duri pouts. "I don't know…I felt…everyone can see the door." "And? No one would stop you." "Well, no, I just didn't want everyone watching me leave. It feels weird…." You lean against an adjacent wall. "Have you been uncomfortable this whole time? You've seemed unlike yourself since we arrived." Duri shrugs. "No…I'm fine." You raise an eyebrow. <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>"It's alright if you're not feeling okay, a lot has happened."<<else>>"Now, there's no need to fib. You can tell me."<</if>> Duri fidgets in place. <<if $Dstat is 'friends'>>"Ugh," $Dheshe groans. "It's like you're obsessed with me. I know I'm marvelous, charming, distinguished…funny, charismatic…what else? Oh, strong, wise…"<<elseif $Dstat is 'romantic'>>"Ugh," $Dheshe groans. "You're obsessed with me, just admit it. I know I'm marvelous, charming, gorgeous…funny, charismatic, refined…what else? Oh, strong, wise…a //terrific// lover, with a perfect-"<<else>>"Oh, why do you care so much anyway? You jealous? That's it, you're jealous because I'm so charming! And funny, brave, strong…let's see, what else?"<</if>> "Yes, yes," you say with a roll of your eyes. "I understand. Are you done now? Deflecting that is?" $Dcapitalheshe sticks $Dhisher tongue out at you before huffing. After shifting $Dhisher eyes around to the others, Duri lowers $Dhisher voice. "I'm just feeling a little overwhelmed. Like my skin is crawling and everyone is watching me. I just need to go run or something." "Duri, no one is keeping you here against your will…" "It felt like I was //supposed// to be here though…like, that's what hu- people do at feasts, right? Talk and laugh and stuff and just be all over each other?<<if $Dstat is 'romantic'>> And I didn't want to leave without talking to you anyway…<</if>>" You nod. "Yes and no. Some people like to hang around and chat and such but sometimes it's okay to want to be alone. My papa is like that. He'll be fine for a while, and then he will wander off and just want some quiet. He'll stay with Da too since he doesn't like to mingle. You know, I thought you'd like mingling a bit more…" Duri shrugs. "Sometimes…big groups are a bit…much. And my skin is ''crawling'', $mc. I haven't, um, kept the wolf in like this for a long time. I //need// to shift and run around tonight. Otherwise, I will go crazy and eat your furniture…." You shake your head. "Don't do that or my da will skin you. You can do what you need to, but keep clear of town. If anyone sees you, they'll be terrified and half the guards will come after you." $Dcapitalheshe nods. "I can do that easy." Duri gives you a long look, raking $Dhisher eyes up and down your form. You clear your throat. "Yes?" "Maybe not tonight, but you should go with me for a little run some night. You didn't exactly get to enjoy it when I carried you out of that ravine. Let me show you how fun it can be riding on my back…" There's a glimmer in Duri's eyes and a promiscuous slant to $Dhisher smile. "I'm sure I'll pay you a visit before long, no promises on anything else though." "I'll take it," $Dheshe says and gives you a big grin. "Now, help me through this window." After a great deal of deliberation, you decide to tell Duri where the backdoor is for whenever $Dheshe is ready to leave<<if $roomie is 'Duri'>> You also remind $Dhimher of where your room is if $Dheshe wants to retire or escape through a different window…<</if>>. [[You continue your evening.|6.25]]

<<set $ch5RZO to true>> You make your way toward the couch where Rune and Zahn share a laugh while Oswin glares back at them from his perch against the hearth. Rune is the most unraveled you've seen $Rhimher so far, and Zahn seems happier than $Zheshe has been since $Zheshe visited you in the inn before heading off to the church. <<if $gavegift is 'O'>>You note that Oswin is wearing the bracelet you gave him, running the smooth stones around in his fingers.<<elseif $gavegift is 'R'>>You note that Rune is wearing the bracelet you gave $Rhimher, gently running a finger along the smooth stones.<<elseif $gavegift is 'Z'>>You note that Zahn is wearing the bracelet you gave $Zhimher, gently running a finger along the smooth stones.<</if>> As you approach, they beam smiles at you and urge you to sit in the center seat of the couch. Rune is dabbing $Rhisher eyes with a cloth, shaking off the remnants of laughter. "Dare I ask what you are laughing about, at what appears to be Oswin's expense?" Oswin folds his arms and looks away. "Oh, $mc," Rune begins. "It's not even that funny, but it has been a great while since I had so much wine in one sitting." Zahn leans toward you. "We were discussing…" $Zcapitalheshe makes a big show of flipping $Zhisher hair, reminiscent of one Ves Thornbloom. "Oswin's biggest fan." $Zcapitalheshe snickers. "Such a trite little brat, I just cannot fathom how such a person could make eyes at Oswin of all people," Rune says, almost unraveling in another fit of chuckles. Oswin groans. "I don't either, for what it's worth. I've told him at least a dozen times to leave me alone. I even knocked him out cold when we were kids – first person I think I ever did that to actually…" You scoff. "That's not true, you knocked Emre out once as kids when we were playing in your family's storage shed…" "Sh!" Oswin suddenly presses his fingers to his lips. "Don't…" "What?" you ask. "You did." "My //sisters// are here," he says in a hush. You glance over and sure enough, the twins are looking in your direction. "So?" "You swore you wouldn't tell…" You gawk at Rune and Zahn who are leaning toward you with big smiles. "You mean…after all these years no one found out?" "//$mc//…" Oswin growls through his teeth. Rune and Zahn hop closer to your seat. "Tell us!" Zahn pleads. "Oh, please share," Rune begs. <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>You look directly into Oswin's eyes. "It would be rude to not entertain my guests…."<<else>>You give Oswin a wicked smile. "A little story never hurt anyone, you know…."<</if>> He groans in defeat. "Just //try// to keep your voice low, please…." "How old are you? What's the worst that could happen…." Rune waves off his concern. "You don't know my mother as I do, she will whoop my ass, and the twins //still// look for reasons to get me in trouble so there's no escaping her if they find out." Zahn snorts. "Your mother? How could she even? She's gotta be old, right?" Oswin shakes his head. "You don't get it, and she's not //old//, not that would have anything to do with it. Just tell the stupid story and get it over with. Not like it's that exciting…." You launch into your tale, detailing how it was young Oswin, then Yarrow's, idea to explore the old storage building. It wasn't in great shape, and all of you had been expressly forbidden from playing inside of it. There was a loft area, loaded with sealed crates and stacks of old furniture. Yarrow and Aster (Emre) had overheard their parents one day, talking about what sounded like a set of armor. It was apparently a family heirloom just sitting in the shed somewhere collecting dust. Yarrow couldn't abide by that, so he rallied his brother and you to help him find it. You had all explored the shed for hours, the only remaining bit untouched was the loft. All of you were already tense. Time was running out before all your parents would probably come looking for you. In an effort to cover more ground faster, all three of you searched the loft together, though you were a bit worried at how sturdy the floor was, you had to move quickly. It turned out that with Yarrow in the lead, that was the least of everyone's worries. He was in such a hurry, concerned with getting caught, that he became very careless. While moving old boards from the top of some crates, he swung one around just in time with Aster running up to try and help him. Yarrow beamed his brother right in the head who went down instantly. It didn't take Aster too long to rouse, but he was dizzy and a little confused when he did. You checked him over as best you could. He wasn't bleeding at least, but had a slight residual headache. As children, you didn't realize that poor little Aster was likely concussed. For three days, he couldn't walk in a straight line because of the dizziness, and he would sometimes forget things – like where he was going or what he was in the middle of saying. Yarrow swore both of you to secrecy and roped you into the scheme, the two of you splitting Aster's chores for several days and covering for some of his odd behavior. Aster never minded either. His brother and best friend did his chores while he took extra long naps and was treated to food and other pampering in exchange for silence. "Your poor baby brother!" Zahn exclaims. "You hit him with a board!?" Oswin waves his hands to get $Zhimher to shut up. "Sh-sh, please, keep it down." Rune cracks up again. "Oh, that is delightful. You definitely gave him a concussion…you are lucky that it wasn't a bad one. How fortunate too that the best treatment is rest, so technically, you did right by him even with your scheming." "Sure, I know that //now//," Oswin gripes. "I was scared shitless when it happened. I didn't sleep at all those first three days. $mc knows, $heshe <<if $pronouns is 'they'>>were<<else>>was<</if>> up with me the first whole night to watch him. I was a stupid child and was not thinking clearly. Had I realized, I would have confessed to my parents right away." "So, why don't you?" Rune teases. "You're an adult now and Emre is fine…probably." Oswin shakes his head. "You have no idea how terrifying my mother can be…" His eyes rove over to where the twins are still watching and smiling. "//Fuck//," he murmurs. "So," Zahn adds. "What about when you knocked out Ves? What is his deal with $mc anyway? He's awful!" You think back to that day. It wasn't as comical as Emre getting laid out with a board to the head. "Ves often tried to get eyes on himself, not just from Oswin either. I had an…episode in school that day. It was slight, but it created a stir since most of my peers knew I struggled with an //illness// but never saw what it did. They got a show that day, even if it was a bit brief, but I was rather stubborn and insisted on staying." Oswin sighs. "Ves was angry when many of our classmates doted on $mc for the day and so he accused $himher of faking symptoms. I was already out of patience and he kept clinging to my arm…" The memory almost brings a smile to your face. "We were going home; I remember turning around to look for you, and all I saw was you swinging your fist and he was down in a single hit." Your smile breaks free<<if $interest is 'healin'>> even though as a healer, you really shouldn't smiling at such a thing<</if>>. "He did leave me alone after that for quite some time…." Zahn nudges you. "Did Ves ever really try to hurt you? To get revenge or anything?" [[Yes.|6.25RZO1]] [[No.|6.25RZO2]]

Exhaustion tugs at you. It feels as though weights are tied to each of your limbs and even your eyelids. Your bed, your own bed is just up the stairs and waiting for you. A groan escapes you as you realize that you are probably still covered in dirt from the road. It's either a bath for yourself or washing linens tomorrow. The last bath you had was in a stream a few days ago…it would take too long to warm the water, but you know you had ought to draw a cold bath and clean up. Your blankets will feel so much better if you do. You bid goodnight to your fathers and your remaining guests. <<if $roomie is 'Zahn'>>You approach Zahn last and notify $Zhimher that you are going to get a bath and go to bed. $Zcapitalheshe smiles and agrees to come with, so you offer your washroom to $Zhimher as well. Your own tub isn't quite large enough for two, but you can take turns. [[As you head upstairs with Zahn in tow, your parents send a glance your way.|6.26a]]<<elseif $roomie is 'Rune'>>You approach Rune last and notify $Rhimher that you are going to get a bath and go to bed. $Rcapitalheshe smiles and agrees to come with, so you offer your washroom to $Rhimher as well. Your own tub isn't quite large enough for two, but you can take turns. [[As you head upstairs with Rune in tow, your parents send a glance your way.|6.26b]]<<elseif $roomie is 'Duri'>>You look for Duri last, but can't find $Dhimher. You figure the demigod must have left already. It's a bit disappointing, but Duri also didn't give any promises about staying in your room. You hope $Dheshe visits at some point though. [[As you head upstairs, your parents smile at you.|6.26c]]<<else>>You take one last long look at the den. It feels so good but so odd to be home. [[As you head upstairs, your parents smile at you.|6.26c]]<</if>>

Da leans closer. "Is that a yes? Is there perhaps a couple someones that strike your fancy?" "Kip…" Papa chides weakly, though you note he is also leaning in. "Oh, you want to know same as I do. Should we place bets?" Papa nudges him. "We both know that yer money goes to Twinflower. Bias is a problem of yers." Da sticks his tongue out. "I'll have you know, I was going to place an equal bet on Rune. Now fess up, who do you think Sprout has eyes for?" You can hardly believe what you're hearing. You don't think Papa is going to entertain this until his eyes subtly move to Duri. You groan. "Papa, you were my last hope." [[You don't have anyone in mind right now anyway.|6.25p1a]] [[You're keeping your feelings to yourself.|6.25p1b]] $flirt_label [[Oswin|6.25p1c]] $flirt_label [[Zahn|6.25p1d]] $flirt_label [[Duri|6.25p1e]] $flirt_label [[Rune|6.25p1f]] $flirt_label [[Aster|6.25p1g]]

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You shake your head. "Save your money, I'm not interested in anyone right now." Da nods. "I also had money on that." You and Papa shake your heads. "Nothin' wrong with that, Sprout. I felt the same until I met yer da, and even then it took a bit before I knew what I felt," he says. "And you don't need to have anyone romantically," Da insists. "You know me, I can't help but tease and be nosy about your relationships – it's my civic duty as your father after all. Just remember that you can come to us if you're thinking about it or have questions." "I will," you say with a smile. Papa clears his throat and speaks quietly. "And if…ya, well, are confused by //anything//, we can help ya or find someone who might be more comfortable to share yer questions with." <<include "6.25parentsAZ">>

You shake your head. "Sorry, that's for me to know." Da nods. "I also had money on that." You and Papa roll your eyes. "Nothin' wrong with that, Sprout. Yer not obligated to blab to us. Ya need privacy same as anyone," he says as he gently pokes Da in the side. "And you don't need to have anyone romantically," Da adds. "You know me, I can't help but tease and be nosy about your relationships – it's my civic duty as your father after all. Just remember that you can come to us if you're thinking about it or have questions." "I will," you say with a smile. Papa clears his throat and speaks quietly. "And if…ya, well, are confused by //anything//, we can help ya or find someone who might be more comfortable to share yer questions with." <<include "6.25parentsAZ">>

<<set $Oflirt +=5>><<set $toldparents to 'Oswin'>><<set $parentpick to true>> "Oswin," you say quietly. Da smiles. "I had a feeling. We can talk more later about issues of the heart though, I just needed to do my fatherly duty and tease you. You've been gone so long I have a lot of catching up to do." Papa nods along, but grimaces. "He's got a good heart, but he has growin' to do. Just be careful about givin' him yer whole heart too soon, Sprout." Your eyes find Oswin as he chats with Rune and Zahn. He seems more at ease now at least. Despite your feelings for him, you do wonder what other secrets he still holds. His eyes find yours and he suddenly looks away out of reflex, only to turn and find your gaze again. He stares at you with a soft smile for a moment before returning to his conversation. <<include "6.25parentsAZ">>

<<set $Zflirt +=5>><<set $toldparents to 'Zahn'>><<set $parentpick to true>> "Zahn," you say quietly. Da smiles and you hear him repress a strangled noise from his throat. "$Zcapitalheshe seems like a sweetheart and $Zheshe is adorable. We need to feed that kid though. I think I know who my butter-tester will be for a while." He chuckles. Papa nods in agreement. "$Zcapitalheshe is small but has big spirit. There's true gentleness in $Zhisher eyes." You turn your gaze toward the pilgrim in question who has an arm over $Zhisher stomach as $Zheshe reclines on the couch. Zahn looks content for the first time since you left the city. You know $Zhisher back is healing well thanks to your intervention, but you wonder about the damage done that can't be seen or treated with salves. <<include "6.25parentsAZ">>

<<set $Dflirt +=5>><<set $toldparents to 'Duri'>><<set $parentpick to true>> "Duri," you say quietly, hoping $Dhisher sensitive hearing doesn't pick up your voice. Papa grins. "Poor thing has seemed a little overwhelmed, but anyone who likes dogs like that is fine in my book. Our old hound is an excellent judge of character." "$Dcapitalheshe has a rather unique flair," Da adds.<<if $allgreyhair or $greystreaks>> "I wonder if $Dhisher hair changed like yours did or if it's always been grey?"<</if>> "Very unique…" you muse as you eye Duri. You're surprised at how quiet $Dheshe has been. Even now, $Dheshe leans against the far wall watching everyone interact. But, when anyone approaches, $Dheshe at least chats with them. You've glimpsed Emre trying to invite $Dhimher to sit with his family, your friend never could abide by someone feeling left out. <<include "6.25parentsAZ">>

<<set $Rflirt +=5>><<set $toldparents to 'Rune'>><<set $parentpick to true>> Da smiles. "I had a feeling. We can talk more later about issues of the heart though, I just needed to do my fatherly duty and tease you. You've been gone so long I have a lot of catching up to do." Papa nods, but his brows crease with clear worry. You pat your papa on the shoulder. "Rune is a good person. I know how you feel, but $Rheshe has been good to me, protective even." He nods. "Remember – one can be a good person but a fool as well." Your eyes move to Rune who is laughing at something Zahn has said which you have a feeling is at Oswin's expense. $Rcapitalheshe sits in a dignified way, legs crossed at the knee and hands folded politely in $Rhisher lap. One look and you'd never call $Rhimher a fool. Is your papa just being paranoid or is he more insightful than you give him credit for? <<include "6.25parentsAZ">>

<<set $Aflirt +=5>><<set $toldparents to 'Aster'>><<set $parentpick to true>> You're surprised when Papa meets your eye and gives you a clearly concerned look. "Just be careful, Sprout. He's a bit…" Da elbows him gently. "Now, love, your grandmother gave you the same look when I came calling. He seems like a fine gentleman to me." "Maybe too fine-a gentleman." "It's okay," you offer. "I'm still getting to know him." "He's definitely a noble brat," Da adds. "But he has a rough edge to him – reminds me of me." He smiles and nudges your papa. Papa harrumphs. "I don't see it. Just be careful, for my sake and get to know him well." You take a look at the man in question who is sipping the last of his wine as he casually adds to the conversation happening between Rune and the others. You're not sure if you see what exactly Papa sees. His deep dark eyes snap to yours, and he seems to startle when he finds you looking. He gives you a bashful smile at first, before winking and turning away. You know there's more to learn about him. <<include "6.25parentsAZ">>

You take a moment to thank your fathers for their insight and for throwing together this little feast. Though they're tempted to keep you to themselves, they insist that you enjoy what you want of your party and then take some time to rest and acclimate to your home again in the next couple of days. They arrange to spend some time off with you privately once you feel ready and encourage you to take your time returning to normal life at home. [[You wish your parents a good night before moving on.|6.25]]

<<set $giftbracelet to 'O'>> Oswin catches your eye in return and startles when he does. Your spot by the stairs is private enough, so you motion for him to join you. He seems a little perplexed but makes his way over. "Are you okay?" he asks. You can't help but to tsk at him. "Why do you go there first?" He shrugs and chuckles at himself. "I worried you might be overwhelmed. Traveling for a long time can do odd things to your mind. Sometimes…sometimes peace feels more dangerous." You think on that for a moment before shaking the thought away. "Well…I appreciate the concern, but I'm fine. I actually have something for you." "Me? What in blazes would you have for me? We've been on the road for half a season…" You show him the little bundle you hold. "Here, open it. It's nothing fancy…I just saw it in Codrin and wanted to get it for you." Oswin's mouth gapes like a fish and he stares at you until you place the parcel directly in his hands. He holds it close for a moment before unwrapping it. You watch as a slow smile forms on his lips as the bracelet is revealed. "$mc, it's beautiful…" Oswin slings the cloth over his shoulder so he can fit it to his wrist. You slide in to assist, tightening the cord and twisting it the right way around. "I love it…" "You do?" You smile back, excited that he's received your present so well. "Yes…I actually quite like bracelets, jewelry in general. I just…well, it's not something I would get for myself. Not that I can wear much while I work, but something like this is perfect. Thank you, thank you so much." Oswins face looks a shade darker as he admires the gift, his eyes bouncing between it and you. [[He thanks you no less than three more times before you're able to continue your evening.|6.25]]

<<set $giftbracelet to 'Z'>> You wave at Zahn from the stairs and $Zheshe perks up when $Zheshe notices, eagerly approaching you with a ready smile. "Hey, $mc! Did you need something? "No, I wanted to give you something," you answer, holding out the little package. Zahn's mouth drops and $Zhisher blue eyes shine back at you. "Give me something?" $Zheshe asks quietly. "Was it not enough that you fed me a huge meal and gave me a place to sleep?" You shrug. "This is different…and those other things aren't //gifts//. You've also given me a lot, and I care about you so…I want you to have this." Zahn takes the parcel with reverence and carefully unwraps it. "Oh, sweet Faith…" $Zheshe swears. "Oh $mc…" There's a crack in $Zhisher voice. "It's okay…" "Yeah…." Zahn scrubs at $Zhisher eyes with the back of one hand. "I just…this is so gorgeous. I've never…no one's ever given me anything like this before. I don't…" $Zcapitalheshe clears $Zhisher throat. "Wow." You smile. "Let me put it on you." Zahn nods and lets you take $Zhisher wrist. You wrap the cord and tighten it, tucking the slack around the other beads to secure it. "Wow," Zahn says again as $Zheshe admires it. "This…it feels so //good// to wear something like this. I don't think I could ever thank you enough." "No need, I just wanted you to have it." [[Zahn makes eyes at you for a while until you return to your evening.|6.25]]

<<set $giftbracelet to 'D'>> It didn't take long for Duri to get curious about what you were digging in your pack for before $Dheshe started heading your way. You barely needed to make eye contact. "Not running away, are you?" Duri teases. "If you run anywhere, you have to take me with you." You snort. "What makes you think I'd take you anywhere if I did?" "Easy, I can keep you warmer at night than the rest of these idiots." Duri winks, folding $Dhisher arms and giving you a triumphant smile. "Well, perhaps we'll never know because I'm not running anywhere. I was getting //this// for //you//." You hold the gift out. Duri's arms drop. "What is it?" "Open it and see." Duri shifts on $Dhisher feet a couple times before gingerly taking the parcel. $Dcapitalheshe eyes you a moment before unwrapping it without speaking. When the bracelet is uncovered, Duri stares at it for a long moment before tracing the stones with $Dhisher fingers. "Pretty…." $Dheshe murmurs. "I know you have an earring, I hope you like bracelets too." $Dcapitalheshe nods. "I do…I lo- like it…I //really// like it." Duri fidgets in place again and then places the bracelet in your hands. "Um…my earring is special though, this…I might break this. It's best if you hang on to it." "Duri, that's okay, even if it breaks, we can string the beads back together." You try to push it back into Duri's hands, but $Dheshe presses it right back into yours. "You can give it to someone else then…um, I really – no, just…just hang on to it for me." Duri turns on $Dhisher heel and suddenly walks away quickly. [[You're not really sure how to feel, so you return to your evening.|6.25]]

<<set $giftbracelet to 'R'>> And you find that your chosen recipient is already staring back at you, swirling $Rhisher wine in a glass with a smile for you. You think $Rheshe already knows you want $Rhisher attention but you wave Rune over anyway. $Rcapitalheshe gets up from $Rhisher perch on the couch and saunters toward you. "$mc, are you getting a jump on unpacking?" Rune quips. "Something like that, maybe just offloading one thing…" Rune gives you a slightly glazed-over look with a grin that suggests $Rheshe has hit the wine about as hard as your da. "Stolen goods?" $Rheshe whispers. "How much wine have you had?" "Plenty," Rune remarks with a chuckle. "Your father has refined taste – in both children and wine." You're not immediately sure how to take that comment so you press on. "This is actually for you. Not stolen…technically, I think." Rune's mouth drops and $Rhisher posture straightens. "Truly? A gift?" You nod and hand over the parcel. Rune accepts it and you take $Rhisher glass and set it on a nearby table as $Rheshe begins to unwrap it. Rune's eyes light up at the first sight of the beads. "Oh…my dear, how beautiful." $Rcapitalheshe runs $Rhisher fingers over the beads, twirling them and feeling how smooth they are. "The craftsmanship is marvelous." "I wasn't sure if it was really your style or color for that matter…" Rune shakes $Rhisher head. "Anything given without expectations is my style, Northbreaker." $Rcapitalheshe chuckles, staring at the bracelet fondly. "Expectations?" you ask with a tilt of your head. Rune's eyes briefly go wide with surprise. "Oh, never mind that, the wine is skewing my words. I meant more, um, that I didn't //expect// you to give me a gift. Thank you, from my heart; I will wear this with reverence." [[Rune returns you to your evening after you help put the bracelet on.|6.25]]

<<set $giftbracelet to 'A'>> You scan the room three times for Aster and are unable to find him though you were certain he was skulking nearby when you went for your bag. You're about to go check outside when you hear a voice behind you. "Are you searching for me?" <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>You startle, nearly jumping out of your skin. "Aster!" you call, slapping a hand to your chest.<<else>>You flinch but roll your eyes when you realize who it is. "//Aster//," you chide.<</if>> He chuckles. "Apologies, it was too tempting. And easy." "You're feeling awfully playful…" "Glad to finally be off the road I suppose." He looks at you through his lashes and a smug smile. "And your fathers are quite welcoming; it helps." "That's great, I'm glad…. How do you stay //that// quiet by the way? I was certain you had left the house." He wiggles his fingers. "I'm very sneaky and deceptive and I like to leave people guessing. It just comes naturally." "Perhaps I should get you a bell," you muse, holding out the package. "But this will have to suffice." Aster's brows go up. "For…me?" He takes it, but you note his expression turning more suspicious as he turns the bundle of fabric around in his hands and begins to fiddle with it. "Yes…I…I guess when we met at the market, you left a bit of an impression. It's a token of our paths crossing I suppose." He pauses his unwrapping. "Are you certain you wouldn't rather give this to anyone else? You barely know me, Northbreaker. I suppose it's all in good business and all that…but your gifts are wasted on me." "Aster…if I thought it would be a waste I wouldn't offer. I want you to have it." He stares into your eyes for a moment before nodding and uncovering the gift. He smirks as he sees it. "I…I do rather like stones. And really, our little //deal// with the vendor worked a good bit in our favor…or just my favor as it turned out…. These are quite precious." "Really?" He nods. "Even more so now I suppose. Thank you." A meek grin curls his lips, a face you haven't seen him make before. "You should return to your night, $mc…I'll go find a corner to skulk in. Just take care you don't turn your back on me, lest I spook you again." He smirks in the familiar and roguish way that you're becoming accustomed to. [[You wave off his jest and then take your leave.|6.25]]

Your friends give you a moment and Emre tries his hardest not to cry and you know that he does so to help you maintain composure. After some time and deep breaths, you're able to calm yourself and feel at ease. "Thank you for talking to me about that," you say. "We're happy to, $mc," Willow replies. "We're here for you. You're family. Emre has always said that you're a sibling to him and it's the same for me." You smile. "I appreciate that…and also all the nieces and the nephew you've suddenly given me." Emre chuckles. "Should there be more, we'll adopt next time. Maybe we'll have more success if we try that again." <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"Any child that you take in would be very lucky and happy, I'm sure of it," you say warmly.<<else>>"Next time I see a stray kid, I'll be sure to pick them up for you," you say with a wink.<</if>> [[After some lighthearted pleasantries, you wish your friends goodnight and take your leave.|6.25]]

The dam breaks easily, and with it, Emre's does too. Willow keeps more composed, her eyes shining with unshed tears as she tries hard not to look at either of you as you cry together. After some time and deep breaths, you're able to calm yourself and feel at ease. "Thank you for talking to me about that," you say with a sniffle. "We're happy to, $mc," Willow replies. "We're here for you. You're family. Emre has always said that you're a sibling to him and it's the same for me." You smile. "I appreciate that…and also all the nieces and the nephew you've suddenly given me." Emre chuckles, voice nasally. "Should there be more, we'll adopt next time. Maybe we'll have more success if we try that again." <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"Any child that you take in would be very lucky and happy, I'm sure of it," you say warmly.<<else>>"Next time I see a stray kid, I'll be sure to pick them up for you," you say with a wink.<</if>> [[After some lighthearted pleasantries, you wish your friends goodnight and take your leave.|6.25]]

Your friends share a smile with you as a feeling of lightness settles over your chest. It feels a bit like taking a deep and satisfying breath after being trapped in a stuffy room. You feel at ease, at least for the moment. "Thank you for talking to me about that," you say. "We're happy to, $mc," Willow replies. "We're here for you. You're family. Emre has always said that you're a sibling to him and it's the same for me." You smile. "I appreciate that…and also all the nieces and the nephew you've suddenly given me." Emre chuckles. "Should there be more, we'll adopt next time. Maybe we'll have more success if we try that again." <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"Any child that you take in would be very lucky and happy, I'm sure of it," you say warmly.<<else>>"Next time I see a stray kid, I'll be sure to pick them up for you," you say with a wink.<</if>> [[After some lighthearted pleasantries, you wish your friends goodnight and take your leave.|6.25]]

The instant you reach out, Emre dives in and Willow follows – each with a baby in the opposite arm. They squeeze you as much as possible. Willow giggles. "I don't think I've ever shared a hug with four people at once before." You take a deep breath as you all part. "Thank you for talking to me about that," you say. "We're happy to, $mc," Willow replies. "We're here for you. You're family. Emre has always said that you're a sibling to him and it's the same for me." You smile. "I appreciate that…and also all the nieces and the nephew you've suddenly given me." Emre chuckles. "Should there be more, we'll adopt next time. Maybe we'll have more success if we try that again." <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"Any child that you take in would be very lucky and happy, I'm sure of it," you say warmly.<<else>>"Next time I see a stray kid, I'll be sure to pick them up for you," you say with a wink.<</if>> [[After some lighthearted pleasantries, you wish your friends goodnight and take your leave.|6.25]]

You take a moment to let the atmosphere settle. Emre takes a few deep breaths, fanning his face, your composure helping him along. "Thank you for talking to me about that," you say. "We're happy to, $mc," Willow replies. "We're here for you. You're family. Emre has always said that you're a sibling to him and it's the same for me." You smile. "I appreciate that…and also all the nieces and the nephew you've suddenly given me." Emre chuckles. "Should there be more, we'll adopt next time. Maybe we'll have more success if we try that again." <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"Any child that you take in would be very lucky and happy, I'm sure of it," you say warmly.<<else>>"Next time I see a stray kid, I'll be sure to pick them up for you," you say with a wink.<</if>> [[After some lighthearted pleasantries, you wish your friends goodnight and take your leave.|6.25]]

<<set $ch5EW to true>> $mc has a discussion with Willow and Emre about the birth of the twins, learning that they had life-threatening problems with it. They continue to speak about $mc's birth mother associated with $hisher internalized feelings about her death. Willow provides what encouragement she can from her perspective as a parent. [[You take it in, wanting to think on it more later.|6.25EW5]]

You shake your head. "No one…specifically." <<if $Ostat3 is 'romantic' or $Zstat5 is 'romantic' or $Dstat is 'romantic' or $Rstat is 'romantic' or $Astat is 'romantic'>>The twins look at each other and then at you. <<nobr>> <html> <body> <span> <span style="color:green"> <div style="text-align: left;">"That's not true."</div> </span> </body> <body> <span> <span style="color:green"> <div style="text-align: left;">"That's not true."</div> </span> </body> </html> <</nobr>> And then, they cackle – heads thrown back, loud and shrill. Most of the room turns to look, making you want to hide your face. You catch Emre with pity clear in his expression and Oswin with his face in his hands, embarrassed. "Really," you try to insist. Poppy smirks. "You're entitled to privacy, but like Oswin and Emre, you can't hide much from us, $mc." "What?" You insist. They are correct that you do not have to confess anything, but their smugness is annoying…not to mention disquieting. <<if $Ostat3 is 'romantic' and $Zstat5 is 'romantic' and $Dstat is 'romantic' and $Rstat is 'romantic' and $Astat is 'romantic'>> <<nobr>> <html> <body> <span> <span style="color:green"> <div style="text-align: left;">"Remember, you can only pick one in the end."</div> </span> </body> <body> <span> <span style="color:green"> <div style="text-align: left;">"Remember, you can only pick one in the end."</div> </span> </body> </html> <</nobr>> <</if>> Sage shrugs. "Just be cautious with your heart, but know that life can be better if you wield it too." Poppy adds, "Don't fear your situation either. Real love abides hardship."<<else>> <<nobr>> <html> <body> <span> <span style="color:green"> <div style="text-align: left;">"There is great satisfaction this way too."</div> </span> </body> <body> <span> <span style="color:green"> <div style="text-align: left;">"There is great satisfaction this way too."</div> </span> </body> </html> <</nobr>> Sage adds, "We have always found it better for us." Poppy smiles. "And if any of them change your mind in future, that's a fine way to live too." <</if>> "Where did you learn such wisdom?" You ask. Sage shrugs and eyes Poppy for a moment. "You'd be surprised what you can learn just by standing back…" "And watching," Poppy finishes. You don't want to ask how long or how many they 'watch.' Curiosity provokes you. "Does…your //watching// have something to do with how your magic works?" They nod. <<nobr>> <html> <body> <span> <span style="color:green"> <div style="text-align: left;">"Magic is not ours to command. It is a friend that guides."</div> </span> </body> <body> <span> <span style="color:green"> <div style="text-align: left;">"Magic is not ours to command. It is a friend that guides."</div> </span> </body> </html> <</nobr>> You can't disguise the surprise on your face. That seems very different from what Rune told you. "You don't command it? But, Rune…" Sage shakes her head. "Not every relationship is the same. Such is the gap between mages and witches. We ask it, we offer to it." "It lives," Poppy says. "Not like you or I, but it is aware and it feels." "So, is commanding it //wrong// if it's alive?" They shake their heads. <<nobr>> <html> <body> <span> <span style="color:green"> <div style="text-align: left;">"It can only be commanded if it wills to submit."</div> </span> </body> <body> <span> <span style="color:green"> <div style="text-align: left;">"It can only be commanded if it wills to submit."</div> </span> </body> </html> <</nobr>> "It can't be forced?" you ask. They shrug. Sage offers, "The real question between mages and witches is – if magic will bend to you anyway, is it better to ask it to or assume that it will?" "For us, it is a friend we can love but not lead; it is not a servant." Poppy smiles. "For others, it is a force in need of direction." You begin to think that there is more to this than you were initially told, and you are far too tired to press on with more questions. So, instead, you clear your throat. "You've given me a lot to think about. I should probably take my leave for now. Have a good night, ladies." <<nobr>> <html> <body> <span> <span style="color:green"> <div style="text-align: left;">"Goodnight."</div> </span> </body> <body> <span> <span style="color:green"> <div style="text-align: left;">"Goodnight."</div> </span> </body> </html> <</nobr>> [[You're not sure how to feel as you continue your evening.|6.25]]

The twins say nothing, only watching you with the same smile for a heavy moment. You're not sure if you should answer or not, but you have an uneasy feeling that you don't even need to. The twins smile at you knowingly, and you dare say there is a strong note of affection in their faces. "Our brother is difficult to read, even for us," Poppy says. Sage adds, "He is going through upheaval and change that will better his life…" <<nobr>> <html> <body> <span> <span style="color:green"> <div style="text-align: left;">"But it is painful..."</div> </span> </body> <body> <span> <span style="color:green"> <div style="text-align: left;">"But it is painful..."</div> </span> </body> </html> <</nobr>> You wave your hands in front of you. "I didn't even say anything." <<nobr>> <html> <body> <span> <span style="color:green"> <div style="text-align: left;">"You didn't need to."</div> </span> </body> <body> <span> <span style="color:green"> <div style="text-align: left;">"You didn't need to."</div> </span> </body> </html> <</nobr>> "Sometimes, we see…threads," Sage explains. Poppy continues. "It's hard to describe. Magic shows us, but not always." Sage picks up again. "<<if $Ostat3 is 'romantic' or $Ostat3 is 'friends'>>There's a light between you two – bright, changing and weaving…it runs deep,<<if $Obigfeels is true>> it is rooted in longing…<</if>><<else>>There's a light between you both, but it is yet too dim. You may need to understand your heart or his better first.<<if $Obigfeels is true>> There are deep roots searching for nourishment…<</if>><</if>>" Poppy's hand clutches her sister's arm for a moment. "There is something in between you. A…gap in understanding, a secret. Fear? Hatred? It's…twisted." <<nobr>> <html> <body> <span> <span style="color:green"> <div style="text-align: left;">"Anything can happen."</div> </span> </body> <body> <span> <span style="color:green"> <div style="text-align: left;">"Anything can happen."</div> </span> </body> </html> <</nobr>> You fidget in place. "I'm not really sure what to do with this information." You decide not to say that you're also not sure if the twins can be trusted. They do have a history of messing with you. They look at each other for a moment and then nod before giving you uncharacteristically warm smiles. "You don't have to do anything," Sage insists. "And know that if you choose to love our brother for all he is, we will happily love you as family in return." Poppy finishes, "What is and what could be is entirely up to you. If love is not what's best for you both, you do not lose anything in the end, but gain a friend." "Where did you learn such wisdom?" You ask. Sage shrugs and eyes Poppy for a moment. "You'd be surprised what you can learn just by standing back…" "And watching," Poppy finishes. You don't want to ask how long or how many they 'watch.' Curiosity provokes you. "Does…your //watching// have something to do with how your magic works?" They nod. <<nobr>> <html> <body> <span> <span style="color:green"> <div style="text-align: left;">"Magic is not ours to command. It is a friend that guides."</div> </span> </body> <body> <span> <span style="color:green"> <div style="text-align: left;">"Magic is not ours to command. It is a friend that guides."</div> </span> </body> </html> <</nobr>> You can't disguise the surprise on your face. That seems very different from what Rune told you. "You don't command it? But, Rune…" Sage shakes her head. "Not every relationship is the same. Such is the gap between mages and witches. We ask it, we offer to it." "It lives," Poppy says. "Not like you or I, but it is aware and it feels." "So, is commanding it //wrong// if it's alive?" They shake their heads. <<nobr>> <html> <body> <span> <span style="color:green"> <div style="text-align: left;">"It can only be commanded if it wills to submit."</div> </span> </body> <body> <span> <span style="color:green"> <div style="text-align: left;">"It can only be commanded if it wills to submit."</div> </span> </body> </html> <</nobr>> "It can't be forced?" you ask. They shrug. Sage offers, "The real question between mages and witches is – if magic will bend to you anyway, is it better to ask it to or assume that it will?" "For us, it is a friend we can love but not lead; it is not a servant." Poppy smiles. "For others, it is a force in need of direction." You begin to think that there is more to this than you were initially told, and you are far too tired to press on with more questions. So, instead, you clear your throat. "You've given me a lot to think about. I think I will take my leave for now. Have a good night, ladies." <<nobr>> <html> <body> <span> <span style="color:green"> <div style="text-align: left;">"Goodnight."</div> </span> </body> <body> <span> <span style="color:green"> <div style="text-align: left;">"Goodnight."</div> </span> </body> </html> <</nobr>> [[You're not sure how to feel as you continue your evening.|6.25]]

Before you even realize it, your eyes dart toward Zahn sitting among Oswin and Rune. "The one of Faith?" Poppy asks. "Cute," Sage adds. "Earnest." You wave your hands in front of you. "I didn't even say anything." <<nobr>> <html> <body> <span> <span style="color:green"> <div style="text-align: left;">"You didn't need to."</div> </span> </body> <body> <span> <span style="color:green"> <div style="text-align: left;">"You didn't need to."</div> </span> </body> </html> <</nobr>> "Sometimes, we see…threads," Sage explains. Poppy continues. "It's hard to describe. Magic shows us, but not always." Sage continues. "<<if $Zphys is true>>There's a light between you two – bright, changing and weaving…<<else>>There's a light between you both, but it is yet dim. You may need to understand your heart or $Zhishers better first.<</if>>" Poppy's hand clutches her sister's arm for a moment. "There is something between you. A…gap in understanding, a secret. Fear? Regret? It's…twisted." <<nobr>> <html> <body> <span> <span style="color:green"> <div style="text-align: left;">"Anything can happen."</div> </span> </body> <body> <span> <span style="color:green"> <div style="text-align: left;">"Anything can happen."</div> </span> </body> </html> <</nobr>> You fidget in place. "I'm not really sure what to do with this information." You decide not to say that you're also not sure if the twins can be trusted. They do have a history of messing with you. They look at each other for a moment and then nod before giving you uncharacteristically warm smiles. "You don't have to do anything," Sage insists. Poppy finishes, "What is and what could be is entirely up to you." "Where did you learn such wisdom?" You ask. Sage shrugs and eyes Poppy for a moment. "You'd be surprised what you can learn just by standing back…" "And watching," Poppy finishes. You don't want to ask how long or how many they 'watch.' Curiosity provokes you. "Does…your //watching// have something to do with how your magic works?" They nod. <<nobr>> <html> <body> <span> <span style="color:green"> <div style="text-align: left;">"Magic is not ours to command. It is a friend that guides."</div> </span> </body> <body> <span> <span style="color:green"> <div style="text-align: left;">"Magic is not ours to command. It is a friend that guides."</div> </span> </body> </html> <</nobr>> You can't disguise the surprise on your face. That seems very different from what Rune told you. "You don't command it? But, Rune…" Sage shakes her head. "Not every relationship is the same. Such is the gap between mages and witches. We ask it, we offer to it." "It lives," Poppy says. "Not like you or I, but it is aware and it feels." "So, is commanding it //wrong// if it's alive?" They shake their heads. <<nobr>> <html> <body> <span> <span style="color:green"> <div style="text-align: left;">"It can only be commanded if it wills to submit."</div> </span> </body> <body> <span> <span style="color:green"> <div style="text-align: left;">"It can only be commanded if it wills to submit."</div> </span> </body> </html> <</nobr>> "It can't be forced?" you ask. They shrug. Sage offers, "The real question between mages and witches is – if magic will bend to you anyway, is it better to ask it to or assume that it will?" "For us, it is a friend we can love but not lead; it is not a servant." Poppy smiles. "For others, it is a force in need of direction." You begin to think that there is more to this than you were initially told, and you are far too tired to press on with more questions. So, instead, you clear your throat. "You've given me a lot to think about. I think I will take my leave for now. Have a good night, ladies." <<nobr>> <html> <body> <span> <span style="color:green"> <div style="text-align: left;">"Goodnight."</div> </span> </body> <body> <span> <span style="color:green"> <div style="text-align: left;">"Goodnight."</div> </span> </body> </html> <</nobr>> [[You're not sure how to feel as you continue your evening.|6.25]]

Before you even realize it, your eyes dart toward Duri who is leaning against and staring out of a far window. "The guardian?" Poppy asks. "Charming," Sage adds. "Passionate." You wave your hands in front of you. "I didn't even say anything." <<nobr>> <html> <body> <span> <span style="color:green"> <div style="text-align: left;">"You didn't need to."</div> </span> </body> <body> <span> <span style="color:green"> <div style="text-align: left;">"You didn't need to."</div> </span> </body> </html> <</nobr>> "Sometimes, we see…threads," Sage explains. Poppy continues. "It's hard to describe. Magic shows us, but not always." Sage continues. "<<if $Dstat is 'romantic' or $Dstat is 'friends'>>There's a light between you two – bright, slightly frayed but still weaving…<<else>>There's a light between you both, but it is yet dim. You may need to understand your heart or $Dhishers better first.<</if>>" Poppy's hand clutches her sister's arm for a moment. "There is something between you. A…gap in understanding, a deep sadness. Denial? Uncertainty? It's…confusing." <<nobr>> <html> <body> <span> <span style="color:green"> <div style="text-align: left;">"Anything can happen."</div> </span> </body> <body> <span> <span style="color:green"> <div style="text-align: left;">"Anything can happen."</div> </span> </body> </html> <</nobr>> You fidget in place. "I'm not really sure what to do with this information." You decide not to say that you're also not sure if the twins can be trusted. They do have a history of messing with you. They look at each other for a moment and then nod before giving you uncharacteristically warm smiles. "You don't have to do anything," Sage insists. Poppy finishes, "What is and what could be is entirely up to you." "Where did you learn such wisdom?" You ask. Sage shrugs and eyes Poppy for a moment. "You'd be surprised what you can learn just by standing back…" "And watching," Poppy finishes. You don't want to ask how long or how many they 'watch.' Curiosity provokes you. "Does…your //watching// have something to do with how your magic works?" They nod. <<nobr>> <html> <body> <span> <span style="color:green"> <div style="text-align: left;">"Magic is not ours to command. It is a friend that guides."</div> </span> </body> <body> <span> <span style="color:green"> <div style="text-align: left;">"Magic is not ours to command. It is a friend that guides."</div> </span> </body> </html> <</nobr>> You can't disguise the surprise on your face. That seems very different from what Rune told you. "You don't command it? But, Rune…" Sage shakes her head. "Not every relationship is the same. Such is the gap between mages and witches. We ask it, we offer to it." "It lives," Poppy says. "Not like you or I, but it is aware and it feels." "So, is commanding it //wrong// if it's alive?" They shake their heads. <<nobr>> <html> <body> <span> <span style="color:green"> <div style="text-align: left;">"It can only be commanded if it wills to submit."</div> </span> </body> <body> <span> <span style="color:green"> <div style="text-align: left;">"It can only be commanded if it wills to submit."</div> </span> </body> </html> <</nobr>> "It can't be forced?" you ask. They shrug. Sage offers, "The real question between mages and witches is – if magic will bend to you anyway, is it better to ask it to or assume that it will?" "For us, it is a friend we can love but not lead; it is not a servant." Poppy smiles. "For others, it is a force in need of direction." You begin to think that there is more to this than you were initially told, and you are far too tired to press on with more questions. So, instead, you clear your throat. "You've given me a lot to think about. I think I will take my leave for now. Have a good night, ladies." <<nobr>> <html> <body> <span> <span style="color:green"> <div style="text-align: left;">"Goodnight."</div> </span> </body> <body> <span> <span style="color:green"> <div style="text-align: left;">"Goodnight."</div> </span> </body> </html> <</nobr>> [[You're not sure how to feel as you continue your evening.|6.25]]

Before you even realize it, your eyes dart toward Rune who is sitting on the couch with Zahn and Oswin, laughing and swirling wine in a glass. "The mage?" Poppy asks. "Powerful," Sage adds. "Loving." You wave your hands in front of you. "I didn't even say anything." <<nobr>> <html> <body> <span> <span style="color:green"> <div style="text-align: left;">"You didn't need to."</div> </span> </body> <body> <span> <span style="color:green"> <div style="text-align: left;">"You didn't need to."</div> </span> </body> </html> <</nobr>> "Sometimes, we see…threads," Sage explains. Poppy continues. "It's hard to describe. Magic shows us, but not always." Sage continues. "<<if $Rstat is 'romantic' or $Rstat is 'friends'>>There's a light between you two – bright, flickering and excited.<<else>>There's a light between you both, but it is yet dim. You may need to understand your heart or $Rhishers better first.<</if>>" Poppy's hand clutches her sister's arm for a moment. "There is something between you. A…gap in understanding, a looming mistrust. Hope? Worship? It's…confusing." <<nobr>> <html> <body> <span> <span style="color:green"> <div style="text-align: left;">"Anything can happen."</div> </span> </body> <body> <span> <span style="color:green"> <div style="text-align: left;">"Anything can happen."</div> </span> </body> </html> <</nobr>> You fidget in place. "I'm not really sure what to do with this information." You decide not to say that you're also not sure if the twins can be trusted. They do have a history of messing with you. They look at each other for a moment and then nod before giving you uncharacteristically warm smiles. "You don't have to do anything," Sage insists. Poppy finishes, "What is and what could be is entirely up to you." "Where did you learn such wisdom?" You ask. Sage shrugs and eyes Poppy for a moment. "You'd be surprised what you can learn just by standing back…" "And watching," Poppy finishes. You don't want to ask how long or how many they 'watch.' Curiosity provokes you. "Does…your //watching// have something to do with how your magic works?" They nod. <<nobr>> <html> <body> <span> <span style="color:green"> <div style="text-align: left;">"Magic is not ours to command. It is a friend that guides."</div> </span> </body> <body> <span> <span style="color:green"> <div style="text-align: left;">"Magic is not ours to command. It is a friend that guides."</div> </span> </body> </html> <</nobr>> You can't disguise the surprise on your face. That seems very different from what Rune told you. "You don't command it? But, Rune…" Sage shakes her head. "Not every relationship is the same. Such is the gap between mages and witches. We ask it, we offer to it." "It lives," Poppy says. "Not like you or I, but it is aware and it feels." "So, is commanding it //wrong// if it's alive?" They shake their heads. <<nobr>> <html> <body> <span> <span style="color:green"> <div style="text-align: left;">"It can only be commanded if it wills to submit."</div> </span> </body> <body> <span> <span style="color:green"> <div style="text-align: left;">"It can only be commanded if it wills to submit."</div> </span> </body> </html> <</nobr>> "It can't be forced?" you ask. They shrug. Sage offers, "The real question between mages and witches is – if magic will bend to you anyway, is it better to ask it to or assume that it will?" "For us, it is a friend we can love but not lead; it is not a servant." Poppy smiles. "For others, it is a force in need of direction." You begin to think that there is more to this than you were initially told, and you are far too tired to press on with more questions. So, instead, you clear your throat. "You've given me a lot to think about. I think I will take my leave for now. Have a good night, ladies." <<nobr>> <html> <body> <span> <span style="color:green"> <div style="text-align: left;">"Goodnight."</div> </span> </body> <body> <span> <span style="color:green"> <div style="text-align: left;">"Goodnight."</div> </span> </body> </html> <</nobr>> [[You're not sure how to feel as you continue your evening.|6.25]]

Before you even realize it, your eyes dart toward Aster who is leaning against the fireplace watching the room as he sips wine. "The rogue?" Poppy asks. "Secretive," Sage adds, and then grimaces. "Desperate." You wave your hands in front of you. "I didn't even say anything." <<nobr>> <html> <body> <span> <span style="color:green"> <div style="text-align: left;">"You didn't need to."</div> </span> </body> <body> <span> <span style="color:green"> <div style="text-align: left;">"You didn't need to."</div> </span> </body> </html> <</nobr>> "Sometimes, we see…threads," Sage explains. Poppy continues. "It's hard to describe. Magic shows us, but not always." Sage continues. "<<if $Astat is 'romantic'>>There's a light reaching out from you…but I cannot see…it's hidden from us.<<else>>There's a connection between you, but it is…hidden from us.<</if>> There is more to be written between you, the connection is perhaps…too new?" Poppy's hand clutches her sister's arm for a moment. "But there is something between you, though hard to read. A strong desire, a need..." <<nobr>> <html> <body> <span> <span style="color:green"> <div style="text-align: left;">"Anything can happen."</div> </span> </body> <body> <span> <span style="color:green"> <div style="text-align: left;">"Anything can happen."</div> </span> </body> </html> <</nobr>> You fidget in place. "I'm not really sure what to do with this information." You decide not to say that you're also not sure if the twins can be trusted. They do have a history of messing with you. They look at each other for a moment and then nod before giving you uncharacteristically warm smiles. "You don't have to do anything," Sage insists. Poppy finishes, "What is and what could be is entirely up to you." "Where did you learn such wisdom?" You ask. Sage shrugs and eyes Poppy for a moment. "You'd be surprised what you can learn just by standing back…" "And watching," Poppy finishes. You don't want to ask how long or how many they 'watch.' Curiosity provokes you. "Does…your //watching// have something to do with how your magic works?" They nod. <<nobr>> <html> <body> <span> <span style="color:green"> <div style="text-align: left;">"Magic is not ours to command. It is a friend that guides."</div> </span> </body> <body> <span> <span style="color:green"> <div style="text-align: left;">"Magic is not ours to command. It is a friend that guides."</div> </span> </body> </html> <</nobr>> You can't disguise the surprise on your face. That seems very different from what Rune told you. "You don't command it? But, Rune…" Sage shakes her head. "Not every relationship is the same. Such is the gap between mages and witches. We ask it, we offer to it." "It lives," Poppy says. "Not like you or I, but it is aware and it feels." "So, is commanding it //wrong// if it's alive?" They shake their heads. <<nobr>> <html> <body> <span> <span style="color:green"> <div style="text-align: left;">"It can only be commanded if it wills to submit."</div> </span> </body> <body> <span> <span style="color:green"> <div style="text-align: left;">"It can only be commanded if it wills to submit."</div> </span> </body> </html> <</nobr>> "It can't be forced?" you ask. They shrug. Sage offers, "The real question between mages and witches is – if magic will bend to you anyway, is it better to ask it to or assume that it will?" "For us, it is a friend we can love but not lead; it is not a servant." Poppy smiles. "For others, it is a force in need of direction." You begin to think that there is more to this than you were initially told, and you are far too tired to press on with more questions. So, instead, you clear your throat. "You've given me a lot to think about. I think I will take my leave for now. Have a good night, ladies." <<nobr>> <html> <body> <span> <span style="color:green"> <div style="text-align: left;">"Goodnight."</div> </span> </body> <body> <span> <span style="color:green"> <div style="text-align: left;">"Goodnight."</div> </span> </body> </html> <</nobr>> [[You're not sure how to feel as you continue your evening.|6.25]]

The foul memory must show in your expression as Zahn scoots a little closer, offering sympathy with $Zhisher sweet blue eyes. "Most of the time, he stuck to just trying to tease me or make fun. Sometimes, when we were little, he'd do things like trip me or //accidentally// throw something at me. But the winter before my nameday, he cornered me with two of his little admirers." Oswin tenses. "He did //what//?" Zahn leans further toward you. "I'm sorry that happened. I know how that feels…it's scary. And then you have that lingering feeling for a long time that they might try again." Rune hums in agreement. "When you experience the worst of humanity like that, that realization of how disgusting people can be really sets in. You can never unlearn that, it ruins a fragile innocence within your heart." You nod… [[You put up a good fight and came out fine at least.|6.25RZO1a]] [[You gave it your all, but they really hurt you.|6.25RZO1b]] [[They utterly kicked your ass.|6.25RZO1c]]

You shake your head. "I don't think it was for lack of desire…but he always kept enough distance. I was smart about it, I wasn't ignorant to how much he hated me and he had a few friends that would do //anything// for him. I never kept my back to him and I was usually not alone anyway." You see Oswin smirking, but before you can ask why, Zahn scoots closer to you. "If we were friends back then, we could have teamed up!" <<include "6.25RZO1abc">>

"It wasn't pleasant," you say. "But I think in the end I taught them that I won't be kicked around so easily. <<if $bodytype is 'curvy'>>I think how much fight I had shocked them. I didn't exactly exude strength back then either.<<elseif $bodytype is 'toned and lean'>>I think how much fight I had shocked them. I didn't exactly exude strength back then either.<<elseif $bodytype is 'slender'>>I think how much fight I had shocked them. I didn't exactly exude strength back then either.<<elseif $bodytype is 'voluptuous'>>I think how much fight I had shocked them. I didn't exactly exude strength back then either.<<else>>I was really thankful that I was already pretty strong even at a young age.<</if>> They never tried anything again. Ves kept his distance but also kept up with his insults." A satisfied smile crests your lips. "Though, he always seemed to stay further back when he did…" Oswin smirks. "Between the lesson they learned from you and my sisters, I think they were scared." Before you can ask more about that, Zahn scoots even closer to you. "I'd want you on my side..." <<include "6.25RZO1abc">>

"I tried really hard, but I was outnumbered. <<if $bodytype is 'broad and sturdy'>>I didn't exactly have the muscle at that time that I have today. It was a bit of a motivator though, to work harder so no one could do that to me again.<<elseif $bodytype is 'athletic and agile'>>I didn't exactly have the muscle at that time that I have today. It was a bit of a motivator though, to work harder so no one could do that to me again.<<else>>I fought hard, but I just didn't have the strength to fend off three at once.<</if>> I was bruised up pretty bad. Papa was furious. I didn't even need to tell him who it was, even if I was going to stay quiet about it, I didn't have the chance. I didn't have much problem with them after that." Oswin smirks. "That explains why my sisters kept an //eye// on him too…" Before you can ask more about that, Zahn scoots even closer to you. "If I knew you back then, I'd still stand by you." <<include "6.25RZO1abc">>

You sigh. "They completely trounced me. <<if $bodytype is 'broad and sturdy'>>I didn't exactly have the muscle at that time that I have today. It was a bit of a motivator though, to work harder so no one could do that to me again.<<elseif $bodytype is 'athletic and agile'>>I didn't exactly have the muscle at that time that I have today. It was a bit of a motivator though, to work harder so no one could do that to me again.<<else>>I fought hard, but I just didn't have the strength to fend off three at once.<</if>> It was awful. Mostly, Ves just watched and laughed, but he had the others hold me so he could join in…that part at least didn't hurt as much, more so it damaged my pride I guess…. Papa was livid. He found me on the road just outside the house, I wasn't even able to limp all the way to the porch on my own. While Da patched me up, Papa left and didn't come back until late. All he said was that they'd never touch me again. Ves was always worried about getting physically close after that." Oswin smirks. "That explains why my sisters kept an //eye// on him too…" Before you can ask more about that, Zahn scoots even closer to you. "If I knew you back then, I'd still stand by you." <<include "6.25RZO1abc">>

Rune leans over and looks at Zahn. "Has something untoward ever happened to you?" The pilgrim nods, frowning. "A few times, yeah. Mostly before I started living with the church, it was pretty rough. I got caught stealing and that never ended well. And then I had some problems with a couple of the other recruits even when I joined. Didn't end so well for me then either." $Zcapitalheshe scratches the back of $Zhisher head sheepishly. Rune grumbles. "I don't need another reason to dislike that congregation." Zahn shakes $Zhisher head. "Once I got older and some people left, it was fine. The Acceptor was…sort of protective of me even. It wasn't all bad. Anyway, I said my part, now it's your turn. Do you rich people have bullies too? Or, what would you call them if they're fancy?" Oswin snorts and then puts on a strange voice. "//Ruffians//." Rune glares at him. "No, I save //ruffian// for people like you, //mercenary//. And yes, I had…enemies even among my wealthy peers. Most of them felt too refined for throwing punches though. They preferred verbal jabs, lest they harm their delicate knuckles." $Rcapitalheshe goes quiet for a heavy moment. "It was a bit lonely. It was hard to trust anyone. Sometimes I thought it would be easier if my…//ruffians// would throw punches instead of plots, at least back then I would have known whom not to trust." Zahn makes a face like $Zheshe just smelled something awful. "I hadn't thought of that. It was always pretty clear for me who liked me and who didn't." You nod along. "Same here, I really only had a problem with Ves and his friends. And…one shopkeep who kept insisting I marry their daughter." Oswin groans. The mage smiles. "I did manage just once to…" $Rcapitalheshe snickers, in a way that sounds a bit wicked. "//Pull// the rug from under them." You tilt your head and study Rune, who is continuing to snicker with more and more abandon. "You mean that literally don't you…." $Rcapitalheshe bursts into laughter. "Yes!" <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>You will never admit that it's funny, but you can't help that the corners of your lips twitch with the urge to smile.<<else>>You chuckle and are a little jealous of what a great line that was.<</if>> Perhaps if you can learn to use magic, Rune can teach you how to pull rugs of your own. You glance at Oswin who is resisting a smile while Rune and Zahn recover from a fit of laughter. "What about you, Oswin? I don't remember anyone really bothering you when we were kids…did that ever change?" He shakes his head. "No one ever gave me much grief until I left home for my apprenticeship, but that was different." "Is it though?" you ask. He shrugs. Rune leans forward. "Have trouble with the other apprentices?" He nods. "One, for a while – there was just me and them. My mentor was…a bit harsh." "What is their name?" Rune asks with the edge of seriousness that you've only ever seen from your da during such inquiries. Oswin waves a hand. "It was nothing like what you've all experienced. It's far in the past, doesn't matter. Anyway…it's getting late and I'm sure $mc would like to be turned loose." Zahn yawns. "I think I could do with being loose…" Oswin sighs and Rune laughs. [[You take your leave with a smile.|6.25]]

When Zahn gets to your room, $Zheshe acts as though if $Zheshe so much as looks at anything, it will break. $Zcapitalheshe peeks around with eager curiosity and you can tell that $Zheshe wants to explore the new space. <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>You motion around you. "Don't be shy, make yourself comfortable.<<else>>You spin slowly with your arms out. "Take it all in, our own little getaway.<</if>> It's your home while we're here." Zahn smiles at you in a way you haven't seen since you left the city – wide and toothy, the little gap in $Zhisher front teeth on display. "Thank you…I'm…this feels like a dream." "Dream? I don't know if I would go that far. We have a rather large home since Papa and my grandmother were able to build the whole thing, but it's not really lavish like the rooms at the inn." "It is to me. The inn was pretty, but this…this is like a real home. I can feel the difference. I'm also scared I might break something…and everything is so…" Zahn runs $Zhisher hand along the door frame which is engraved with various swirls and patterns. "Don't be. If Papa can meander around without knocking things off of shelves or tables, you can too. He and his mother, my grandmother Ravinder, built this place. She is the one who carved the details into these frames. Every time she visited, we would find her somewhere in the house chiseling something new into it." You smile at the memory of your grandmother smirking when she was caught. She'd just grin at da and keep working while he fussed at the mess. <<if $interest is 'woodin'>>"Of course, I've done my own on my furniture to keep the tradition."<</if>> "Your family is so…warm," Zahn says with reverence. "I can't wait to find all her carvings." You're stricken with a bit of longing as you think of your grandmother, but quickly shake it off. "I'm going to pump some water for a bath. You're welcome to take one as well of course." Zahn nods and then continues to nod – staring at you with a deep pink encroaching on $Zhisher cheeks. "Zahn?" "Yes!" $Zcapitalheshe answers, voice sharp. "Um, together? The…bath?<<if $Z3bath is true>> Like last time?<</if>>" <<if $Zphys is true>><<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>Your face heats as well and your palms get clammy. "Um…well, I didn't necessarily…It's small. Very small. Well, not tiny – but for two, it's…um, small." You clear your throat.<<else>>Your heart kicks up with excitement. "If only we could, but unfortunately it's not quite built for two."<</if>><<else>>"Oh!" you exclaim. "No, no – sorry, I meant we can take turns. The tub is a bit small for two anyway."<</if>> A nervous chuckle escapes Zahn. "Oh, okay. That's fine, I just wanted to be sure. Not that I would mind…with you. Just, yeah." $Zcapitalheshe trails off, face still bright pink. You gesture to a couple of chairs around a table in one corner. "If you'd like to get comfortable, I will go pump the water. It can take a while and the water will be a bit chilled, but no worse than the streams on the way here." Zahn gets comfortable and you go to your washroom. You find that it is clean and orderly and Da has placed a basket of new <<if $favsmell is "citrus">>citrus<<elseif $favsmell is "vanilla with warm spices">>spiced vanilla<<elseif $favsmell is "the forest">>pine scented<<elseif $favsmell is "sweet candies">>sugary smelling<<elseif $favsmell is "herbs">>rosemary and thyme<<elseif $favsmell is "flowers">>lavender<</if>> soaps and oils. You begin the arduous task of pumping the water. It is convenient to have your own water pump on this floor, but it is a great deal of work and you are thankful that you are healed up enough to do it. Once you have a modest tub of water, you decide that it would be best to have Zahn bathe first. Of the two of you, you are probably more filthy. Since Zahn's condition was discovered on the road, Rune has been strict about $Zhimher keeping clean. It's a small battle to get Zahn to agree, but $Zheshe does. You take the time to unpack some of your things and sort out what items will need to be washed or stowed elsewhere. You are pleased to have your full wardrobe back.<<if $clothing is "revealing">> In fact, you are double pleased that it is also warm enough for your regular clothing //and// you are no longer too concerned with hiding your curse mark. You hope at least that lasts.<</if>> As you get to the bottom of one bag, you find the pouch that is supposed to contain your father's ring. You sigh, knowing you're going to have to confess that it has been lost or, more likely, stolen. Perhaps you should have already, but the day has been a whirlwind, it will have to wait... Once Zahn is bathed and changed into clean clothing, you go and do the same, making a mental note to take a warm bath soon and spend a couple hours pampering yourself in the next few days. After you change into your night clothes, you feel like a new person. Finally, for the first time since you left the inn, you feel no road dust on your skin and you feel clean down into your bones. Your roommate stands at the foot of the bed waiting for you, working $Zhisher hands together. You find it a sort of sweet that $Zheshe seems to be so nervous. Zahn wears a nightshirt which you recall $Zhimher receiving from one of the innkeepers after they took the liberty to patch up $Zhisher clothes or discard some of the more unsalvageable items. The shirt is a bit loose, almost sheer, <<if $Zgen is 'female'>>and only hangs partway to her knees…it doesn't look like she has anything else on either.<<else>>and is unusually short, flaring out at the end as if whoever made it simply ran out of fabric. He wears loose matching pants, which are tied tightly, but still slipping from his hips.<</if>> <<if $Zphys is true>><<if $Zgen is 'female'>>Zahn stands, folding her hands behind her back and swaying slightly at your inspection. You're a little distracted by the perky mounds of her chest on display through the thin fabric and realize that your room might be a bit cold for her.<<else>>Zahn stands at your inspection with a hand on his hip. The shirt reveals a tender strip of skin right at the line of his hips, showing off the firm, almost artful, lines into his pelvis. And then you realize just how thin the fabric of his pants is.<</if>><</if>> "I wasn't sure if I should…what side do you like?" Zahn gives you a shy smile. You snap from the distraction and clear your throat as you take your favorite spot and Zahn eagerly goes to the other. As soon as you are both under the covers, you sigh in unison. "This feels amazing," Zahn says. You hum an agreement. The comfort of your own bed is unreal. The smells are familiar and the sights are all comforting. The way your pillow perfectly cradles your head… Zahn whispers something, but your head is hazy. You think you murmur a question, but everything fades away as your eyes get heavy. You're vaguely aware of Zahn's voice again as you slip under… [["Goodnight, gorgeous." You think you hear.|6.27]]

Rune takes a keen interest in your room and begins to wander around as you begin preparations for bed. $Rcapitalheshe seems to admire the woodwork of the furniture and the carvings around the doorframe especially. "Your family made this whole place?" $Rheshe asks, running $Rhisher fingers along swirls etched into one of your bedposts. "Yes, my papa and grandmother built everything – long before I arrived of course. I know it took quite a while, and they probably had some help with a few things, but they cut all the lumber and did the work." "Wow," Rune says with reverence. "And the little engravings?" You nod. "Papa did some, Grandmother did quite a bit. Every time she visited, we would find her somewhere in the house chiseling something new into it." You smile at the memory of your grandmother smirking when she was caught. She'd just grin at da and keep working while he fussed at the mess. "She did my door frame herself, and the one around my window. I always felt that maybe they meant something.<<if $interest is 'woodin'>> Of course, I've done my own on my furniture to keep the tradition.<</if>>" Rune smiles at you. "There's a lot of love in your home, $mc." You stare back, unsure of how to respond. Before you can, Rune breaks the moment. "It makes me all the more glad to be here. Now, you should have your bath so you can retire." You shake your head, Da's hospitality begins to nag you. "No, I will pump the water, but you should go first if you like. I am probably a bit…dirtier, the water won't be great if I go first." Rune smiles. "A compromise then. I will heat the water as you draw it, I will take a quick bath and then turn it over to you – still warm." $Rcapitalheshe waves $Rhisher hands, little purple lights sparking from $Rhisher fingertips. "Deal," you agree, the prospect of a warm bath is too good to pass up. The two of you set to work and you marvel at the way Rune's magic swirls in the water, turning it a shining purple and swirling it around. It's mesmerizing. Then, while the mage cleans up, you take the time to unpack some of your things and sort out what items will need to be washed or stowed elsewhere. You are pleased to have your full wardrobe back.<<if $clothing is "revealing">> In fact, you are double pleased that it is also warm enough for your regular clothing //and// you are no longer too concerned with hiding your curse mark. You hope at least that lasts.<</if>> As you get to the bottom of one bag, you find the pouch that is supposed to contain your father's ring. You sigh, knowing you're going to have to confess that it has been lost or, more likely, stolen. Perhaps you should have already, but the day has been a whirlwind, it will have to wait... When it is your turn in the washroom, you find that Da has placed a basket of new <<if $favsmell is "citrus">>citrus<<elseif $favsmell is "vanilla with warm spices">>spiced vanilla<<elseif $favsmell is "the forest">>pine scented<<elseif $favsmell is "sweet candies">>sugary smelling<<elseif $favsmell is "herbs">>rosemary and thyme<<elseif $favsmell is "flowers">>lavender<</if>> soaps and oils. The water is warm and it already smells like a paradise. You feel that you've made a good choice in a roommate. Once you are dressed for bed, you pad out to your room and find Rune sitting on one side of the bed, the opposite side of your normal spot, as if $Rheshe just knew. $Rcapitalheshe wears a thin linen nightshirt and short pants with hair safely tucked into a silk bonnet, which is – naturally – purple. The shirt shows off $Rhisher arms in a way you're not accustomed to, and you're a little surprised to see defined muscles there. It's also a lower cut in the neckline, displaying Rune's tattoo easily, leaving a certain amount of temptation to stare….<<if $Rstat is 'romantic'>> <<if $Rgen is 'female'>>Without all the layers she usually wears, it is difficult not to notice how…//plump// her chest is. You swallow hard as you notice the mounds and sweeping curves highlighted by the thin material of her nightshirt, which also emphasizes that Rune might be a bit…chilled.<<else>> The thin material of his nightshirt does little to hide his physique. You are surprised again at the highlight of muscle and the strong line of his neck and chest. You swallow hard as you realize…Rune might be a little chilled.<</if>><</if>> "Come now, don't keep me waiting," $Rheshe chides with a smile. <<if $Rstat is 'romantic'>>"Though, I might understand since I'm quite enamored with what I see as well." Rune's smile and eyes turn very coy.<</if>> You clear your throat and head to the bed, slipping in without much more fanfare. Any reply you may have been considering evaporates from your mind as you feel the comfort of your own bed. "This feels lovely," Rune says as $Rheshe nestles next to you. You hum an agreement. The comfort of your own bed is unreal. The smells are familiar, and the sights are all comforting. The way your pillow perfectly cradles your head…. Rune whispers something, but your head is hazy. You think you murmur a question, but everything fades away as your eyes get heavy. You're vaguely aware of Rune's voice again as you slip under…. [["Goodnight, darling." You think you hear.|6.27]]

As soon as you are through your door, you take a long deep breath. There is something pure and soothing about being back in your own bedroom. You see that your parents have kept it tidy and you note the familiar smells from the laundry soap. Just the sight of your bedding is comforting and you want nothing more than to dive in. But first – a bath. In the washroom, you find that Da has placed a basket of new <<if $favsmell is "citrus">>citrus<<elseif $favsmell is "vanilla with warm spices">>spiced vanilla<<elseif $favsmell is "the forest">>pine scented<<elseif $favsmell is "sweet candies">>sugary smelling<<elseif $favsmell is "herbs">>rosemary and thyme<<elseif $favsmell is "flowers">>lavender<</if>> soaps and oils. You begin the arduous task of pumping the water. It is convenient to have your own water pump on this floor, but it is a great deal of work and you are thankful that you are healed up enough to do it. Though the water is cool, the bath feels wonderful. You make a mental note to spend the time to heat water for the next one and spend a couple hours pampering yourself. After you change into your night clothes, you feel like a new person. Finally, for the first time since you left the inn, you feel no road dust on your skin and you feel clean down into your bones. You spot your bags strewn about the room as you make your way toward the bed and decide that you ought to unpack a few basic things first and sort out what items will need to be washed or stowed elsewhere. You are pleased to have your full wardrobe back.<<if $clothing is "revealing">> In fact, you are double pleased that it is also warm enough for your regular clothing //and// you are no longer too concerned with hiding your curse mark. You hope at least that lasts.<</if>> As you get to the bottom of one bag, you find the pouch that is supposed to contain your father's ring. You sigh, knowing you're going to have to confess that it has been lost or, more likely, stolen. Perhaps you should have already, but the day has been a whirlwind, it will have to wait. Once you are satisfied with your progress, you plop on your bed. It's quiet and you notice that you can hear a chorus of crickets and frogs from your window. You're a little disappointed for missing so much of the spring season. It's a lot of work, but also rich in its own rewards as everything comes to life around you. Just as you make to snuff your bedside lantern your eye catches the carvings along the frame of your door. They always make you think of your grandmother. The house is full of her little etchings, most of all in your room, all around your doors and window. You've found a few on the baseboards and even the washroom. Often when she visited, she would carve something new somewhere in the house. You smile at the memory of your grandmother smirking when she was caught. She'd just grin at da and keep working while he fussed at the mess. <<if $interest is 'woodin'>>Naturally, you kept up the tradition by making carvings in all your furniture. <</if>> Longing plucks at your heart, but you shake it off and lay back. The comfort of your own bed is unreal. The smells are familiar and the sights are all comforting. The way your pillow perfectly cradles your head… Your eyes are heavy and the haze of sleep is already encroaching on your mind. <<if $roomie is 'Duri'>>Before you slip away completely, you can't help but think of the silver-haired demigod, wishing $Dheshe would have shared your room. You know $Dheshe wanted some space, but you feel a little bad that $Dheshe is staying in the barn. Perhaps Duri will visit some night….<<elseif $roomie is 'Oswin'>>Before you slip away completely, you can't help but think of Oswin. You know it might have been a little odd to ask him to stay with you when he lives down the road…but, you find that you miss him. You've been close by every night for the better part of spring and now the distance down the road feels so much bigger than it is….<</if>> [[Sleep whisks you away before you can think any further.|6.27]]

You sleep well into the next day, and though you sleep deeply and easily, you remain exhausted. It is as though the culmination of weariness from the road catches up to you all at once. And you are not the only one who feels it. All of your companions face the same trouble during your first three days home, though Oswin seems to bounce back quicker. He reassures you that it's normal to go through an adjustment period after such a long and difficult journey. Your fathers are content with you sleeping and lounging about the house. Your friends congregate in your home and merely sit with each other. Da is happy to entertain a bit even if he is usually knitting or churning butter as he does. He also makes food for everyone with your help. Duri doesn't come back to the house much but is often found sleeping in the loft of the barn. Your fathers find it curious as to why all of their dogs gravitate to $Dhimher, but you wave it off that $Dheshe is just great with animals. <<if $roomie is 'Duri'>>Duri does take you up on your offer to share your room here and there, though $Dheshe doesn't stay long – just part of the evening before $Dheshe goes for a run again.<</if>> Rune is a polite houseguest but is bogged down by the same tiredness as everyone else. You suppose magic can't fix everything. Papa seems a bit nervous around $Rhimher, though Rune tries to make polite conversation to encourage him to warm up a little. Rune also offers to use $Rhisher magic to see if anything can be done to assist your da with recovering from his broken leg. Zahn continues $Zhisher recovery as well. Both Da and Papa notice that something isn't quite right. When they ask you if $Zheshe is okay, you simply explain that Zahn received an injury that is still healing. Papa takes the explanation easily, but Da presses a little more, and you eventually have to tell them that it's a sensitive topic. After that, your parents dote on $Zhimher and it's a common occurrence to see Zahn nibbling breads, cakes, and roasted meats with one of your parents. Aster visits each day, seeming only a touch weary compared to the rest of you, though you suspect he is putting on a ruse to appear unaffected. He doesn't speak much <<if $Astat is 'romantic'>>and tends to stick close to you<<elseif $Astat is 'friends'>>and tends to stick close to you<<elseif $Astat is 'afraid'>>and tends to stick close to you for some unknown reason<<else>>and keeps a respectful distance with you<</if>>. He chats casually with Da, though Papa doesn't seem keen to spend much time with him. Aster takes a surprising amount of interest in your personal life, asking you or your father questions about what life was like for you here. You get the feeling that your closeness with your parents perplexes him. Oswin doesn't intrude much, but does bring his parents to visit you. They dote on you a great deal, Betony barely keeps her composure, telling you that her son filled her in on how your trip went. She and Kavi take a good look at your shoulder and marvel at how well it has healed, applauding Rune's skills and the application of such magic. All in all, the days are not that exciting, but they provide you all with much-needed rest. [[By the fourth day, you're ready to breach back into your normal day to day life.|6.27a]]

More days pass and your fathers insist that if you take care of some of your normal duties, including for your job, but do so in a way that allows you ample rest and free time. At first, you fuss, but Papa gets uncharacteristically stern with you and also points out that you've brought more hands around to take care of the homestead anyway. Life carries on like normal – as much as it can be normal with a mage, secret demigod, noble scholar, and cult member around anyway. But the Twinflowers and your parents make sure everyone stays busy. Everyone falls into an easy and relaxed schedule. <<if $interest is 'choppin'>>You get back to work – mostly. You have small orders to fill for lumber, but you must remain mindful of your shoulder.<<elseif $interest is 'woodin'>>You take care of smaller jobs that have come in for you. Customers have been patiently waiting for your work rather than seeking anyone else.<<elseif $interest is 'swordin'>>The guard is excited to welcome you back to patrols – celebrating by rounding everyone up at the tavern. When a ruckus is caused…no one is sure who to call on about it.<<elseif $interest is 'archin'>>The guard is excited to welcome you back to patrols – celebrating by rounding everyone up at the tavern. When a ruckus is caused…no one is sure who to call on about it.<<elseif $interest is 'healin'>>You prioritize visits with your regular patients. A few of which become emotional at seeing you again, relieved that you remembered them. Kavi and Emre have filled in for you, but your regulars don't have the same relationship with them as they do with you.<<elseif $interest is 'tradin'>>Your contacts are so excited to work with you again, that you find yourself getting discounts and gifts at your return. however, you immediately have your work cut out for you as several disputes with the local shops sprang up in your absence. You don't even fret about your lack of stock since you'll need to negotiate between several shops first anyway.<<elseif $interest is 'cookin'>>You set to work going through a pile of letters requesting you for various feasts. Many poured in while you were away and several events have already come and gone. You plan to pick up dinners for the locals as well as an order for a very large cake to celebrate a marriage.<</if>> Oswin helps you organize your guests. Since it is unknown how long everyone will be staying around, it is agreed that all should be helping out in exchange for their care and meals. He insists that Zahn sticks with your da, for now, to assist him around the house since that will allow $Zhimher to continue recovering. $Zcapitalheshe also runs simple errands for the Twinflowers, taking herbs and medicine where they need to go. In the evenings, Zahn reads through the ledgers and books $Zheshe was able to get from the church. Rune earns some gold by playing at the tavern and <<if $interest is 'healin'>>also assists you with a few patients. $Rcapitalheshe watches what you do closely and even takes a few notes on how you use and prepare herbs.<<else>>shadows Betony to both assist and learn from her.<</if>> You are shocked when Duri doesn't need to be convinced to help out. In fact, of $Dhisher own volition you and Oswin catch $Dhimher helping your papa care for the livestock. Naturally, Duri insists it's just a one-time thing, but even Papa laughs at that. Aster proves to be the cantankerous one. Perhaps merely because it is Oswin who asks, but he refuses stating that he will merely pay for his own meals and lodging for the duration of his stay. Oswin can't exactly argue that, and you can't help but wonder how wealthy the man is if he can afford an indefinite stay so easily. You know Rune is also wealthy, but even $Rheshe insists on doing //something// and is not content to remain idle. Aster insists that he is doing his part by providing intellectual services for you as he thinks of ways he and his mysterious ring could be of service to break your curse. You think that would get rather boring in a short amount of time, but Aster disagrees. Da makes you promise to make more time for fun while you're home. The unspoken truth is that everyone knows you may be called upon to leave again in the future. Your curse seems to go mostly unacknowledged, yet you know that it is a constant in the back of everyone's minds. The ideal is to find a way to break it here if it's possible… With your smaller workload, you will have ample free time. [[You can think of nothing better than spending some of it with your fathers.|6.29daddies]] <<if $Zstat5 is 'sus'>><<set $doubt to true>><</if>> <<if $Dstat is 'distrust'>><<set $doubt to true>><</if>> <<if $Astat is 'distrust'>><<set $doubt to true>><</if>> <<if $Astat is 'afraid'>><<set $doubt to true>><</if>> <<if $Astat is 'conflicted'>><<set $doubt to true>><</if>>

<<set $merchantopinion +=5>><<set $misscleo to true>> You tsk affectionately at the tall goof and approach, plucking the leather tie from the ground. Corman fidgets and chuckles. You motion for him to turn and he obeys, shuffling his feet and keeping his head down. <<if $height is 'verytall'>>Gathering his hair together, you run your hands through it a few times. It's very silky and quite thick, and you imagine it probably escapes often. Once you have pulled it all together, you loop it through the tie until it feels secure.<<elseif $height is 'tall'>>Gathering his hair together, you run your hands through it a few times. It's very silky and quite thick, and you imagine it probably escapes often. Once you have pulled it all together, you loop it through the tie until it feels secure.<<elseif $height is 'average'>>Reaching up, you gather his hair together, running your hands through it a few times. It's very silky and quite thick, and you imagine it probably escapes often. Once you have pulled it all together, you loop it through the tie until it feels secure.<<else>>First, you tap his shoulder and guide him to squat down so you can reach. You then gather his hair together, running your hands through it a few times. It's very silky and quite thick, and you imagine it probably escapes often. Once you have pulled it all together, you loop it through the tie until it feels secure.<</if>> "There you are," you say, admiring your work. "I hope nothing else gets away from you today." You smile warmly. Corman faces you and now his face is completely red, but he is smiling wide. "Thank you…usually people just make fun of my…um, just in general they tease that is." You find he looks rather darling with his hair pulled back efficiently, some of his bangs still escape since they're too short, but they frame his angular face well. He looks like he has yet to fill out a bit, but he's cute. "You're welcome, we'll be seeing you around then." He nods. "If you like, please return and I will read your cards for free. It's the least I could do, and I wouldn't mind…um, I'd like to see you again that is." One of your companions snorts, but you're not quite sure who it is. You mount up again, noting that Duri is waiting on the opposite side of the little clearing. You'll have to ride through the entire length of town to get to your home on the other side, but you'll be there soon. [[Corman waves at you as you leave.|6.15]]

Even if you have been in the company of your fathers the last several days, you haven't been able to spend much of it privately. It works out that everyone is out of the house and both of them are taking a break. It's a lovely early afternoon and Da has had you and Papa sampling different kinds of butter with bread to the point you are both full. You don't know if it should frighten you how //passionate// Da is becoming about butter. Though, you admit, mixing it with honey and herbs is a fantastic idea. Both of your fathers look much better these days and you do as well. You are all rested, fed, and more relaxed than you've been all season so far. Papa is eating well and talking a lot. His kittens – Pep and Peeks – are helping to sample butter from the safety of Papa's shoulders. Both wearing little knit bibs which Da has made. Papa chatters more than usual, telling you all about how the kittens have grown and all the trouble they've gotten into. Da is also coming around. He even had you help him cut and manage his hair and has shaved his beard down. He looks more like himself – put together, smiling, making jokes. You watch as he tries to feed your papa one more piece of bread, but ends up eating it himself. You note that he's wearing a ring on his little finger and are reminded again that you need to confess that you lost the memento of his late brother. "Da…" you start <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>trying to keep your tone light.<<else>>trying to make your tone sound normal.<</if>> Your parents immediately sense something off with you and lean forward on the table. The kittens leap off your papa's shoulder, the black one coming to snuggle you as the orange one finds the last bowl of butter. "What troubles ya, Sprout?" Papa asks. "Is it the dreams?" <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"No, it's not me you should be worried about, Papa."<<else>>"You guys can't look at me like that, this is hard enough as it is…"<</if>> Da reaches across the table and pats your hand. "Whatever's on your mind, kid, we're here for you." "Da, it's you that...I messed up." You take a deep breath. "You trusted me with your brother's ring, and…I lost it. I think it was stolen, but I have no way of knowing when." Papa and Da look at each other with their brows furrowed and then back at you. "Yeah?" Da asks. You're unsure how to take the reaction, he doesn't seem upset at all. "When that…when the- I tried to barter with it, like you told me to do if there was an emergency. The pouch had a rock in it instead." You stare down at the table in shame. "I didn't ever take it out to check it, I just felt around for it, I was…I was certain it was in there, but…I don't know when it got switched." Da snorts and leans back in his chair, leveling you with a stern look. "Kid…" Here it comes. You brace yourself. "What in the moon are you talking about? I already found your little secret out. You don't need to cook up a story like that." "What?" You give your fathers an equally incredulous look. "We already know you didn't take the blasted ring. Do you know how angry I was when I found it!? Especially to hear that it really could have gotten you out of a horrible situation." Da's lower lip quivers and Papa pats his hand. You shake your head. "No…no, I took it – I did!" Da looks at you like he did when you were thirteen years old and caught sneaking out of the house to go swimming with Emre in the middle of the night. "You are how old now? Level with me, don't try to hide it. I found it in my lockbox just a few days ago – tucked out of sight to boot, I almost didn't see it. The only people who can get into that thing are in this house right now." All you can do is stare wide-eyed at your parents and shake your head. You look them each in the eyes, unsure of what to say. "Kip…" Papa says. "Sprout isn't spinnin' a tale…" "I took it, I swear it," you insist. "You said just a few days ago? It wasn't in there before?" Da looks perplexed now as well. He shrugs. "I don't think I got into it while you were gone, I rarely need to. It has mementos and some emergency coin in it, that's all." "Was the money there?" Papa asks. Da nods in confirmation. "Everything was in place." "I swear, fathers, I swear I took it with me. I checked it right before I packed it. It was wrapped in a small pouch. I put it in the bottom of my satchel and never took it out." Papa hums. "You trust all yer new friends, Sprout?" Da huffs. "Bit odd for someone to return something they stole like that, love. And it's not as though finding my lockbox or breaking into it without a trace is easy. We'd have noticed. Why wouldn't they just slip it in with the packs from the caravan?" Papa chuckles. "Never asked if ya thought they were smart." You think for a moment about your companions and wonder if any of them could have done this or even would have. Even so – would they? <<if $doubt is true>><<if $Zstat5 is 'sus'>>"Honestly," you start. I have had a hard time trusting Zahn. I know $Zheshe has secrets and I've been thinking that some of those secrets have to do with $Zhisher church. It's actually more like a cult. I can tell Zahn isn't happy there, but I know $Zheshe has stolen things before, at least to survive…" Da nods. "$Zcapitalheshe is a sweet kid, and it shows that $Zheshe has lived rough before. City kids on the street get used to stealing to survive. Maybe it was impulse…I could see Zahn feeling guilty and returning it." Papa nods in agreement. "Don't think I could be mad at $Zhimher…"<</if>> <<if $Dstat is 'distrust'>>You sigh. "Well, Duri…" You think of how you should continue. At least for now, you know you shouldn't stress your da by telling him that Duri is a demigod. "$Dcapitalheshe does like to cause some mischief. Sometimes, $Dheshe does swipe things. On the road, $Dheshe could be a bit of a pest about it. Duri always returns things, but…well, $Dheshe does tend to put them in odd places – places $Dheshe knows you'll find them." Da actually chuckles. "How ornery. Reminds me of when I was a teenager." Papa grins. "Reminds me of ya //now//. $Dcapitalheshe is a good kid. Maybe playful, but I dunno if $Dheshe would go that far…"<</if>> <<if $Astat is 'distrust'>>"There's Aster," you add. "I know he's rich and all, but I think he might have sticky fingers when it suits him. I'm having a hard time trusting him even if he may be able to help me. He's at least been upfront that he's not doing it out of the goodness of his heart. Maybe he snatched it and once he saw it was just a normal ring he returned it. Aster's pretty…light on his feet too." Papa nods along. "People like that always have secrets. He's ambitious…that's a curse in itself sometimes too." Da hums an agreement. "He is very inquisitive, I could see it. He's also clever enough to break into my lockbox, I wager."<<elseif $Astat is 'afraid'>>"There's Aster," you add. "I'm…honestly, I'm a bit frightened of him at times. He came to my rescue when I needed it, but he…he was ruthless too. Not that I think that alone makes him a thief, but I think he might have sticky fingers when it suits him. He's at least been upfront that he's not helping me out of the goodness of his heart. Maybe he snatched it and once he saw it was just a normal ring he returned it. Aster's pretty…light on his feet too." Papa nods along. "Has he tried to hurt ya or threatin' ya?" You shake your head. "'That changes, ya better tell me. I'll drive him outta town if he makes ya uncomfortable." Da nods firmly. "If that boy tries to hurt you, I'm shoving this crutch right up his-" Papa clears his throat, which turns into a chuckle. You smile at your fathers and their defense of you. "Thank you."<<elseif $Astat is 'conflicted'>>"There's Aster," you add. "I'm…honestly, I'm a bit frightened of him at times. I go back and forth. I want to like him, but there's a piece of me that can't fully. He came to my rescue when I needed it, but he…he was ruthless too. Not that I think that alone makes him a thief, but I think he might have sticky fingers when it suits him. He's at least been upfront that he's not helping me out of the goodness of his heart. Maybe he snatched it and once he saw it was just a normal ring he returned it. Aster's pretty…light on his feet too." Papa nods along. "Has he tried to hurt ya or threatin' ya?" You shake your head. "'That changes, ya better tell me. I'll drive him outta town if he makes ya uncomfortable." Da nods firmly. "If that boy tries to hurt you, I'm shoving this crutch right up his-" Papa clears his throat, which turns into a chuckle. You smile at your fathers and their defense of you. "Thank you."<</if>> Finally, Da takes a deep breath. "I may ask Oswin too. Not that he'd do such a thing maliciously, but you know how he is – if he got it in his head that it was more dangerous for you to have…"<<else>>You shake your head. "No…I really can't see any of them doing such a thing. A couple of them like to goof around, but I think they'd know not to play with such a thing." They both look at you with doubt plain on their faces. "You don't think so?" you ask. Da sighs. "I love that you've come to trust them all so, but even good people can do strange or downright bad things. Sometimes you just never know what is in someone's head." Papa hums in thought. "Mages like fancy baubles like that, right? Ansar did and yer friend is a bit, eh, flashy…" "No," you say. "I don't see Rune doing that. Now…if the stone were purple…" Da laughs. "Rune knows how to make a statement…I don't think $Rheshe would be the one. I suppose I could have a chat with Oswin. Not that I suspect him, but if that boy got it in his head that it was dangerous for you to have–"<</if>> "Oswin knows?" you interrupt. "About you and the ring?" Your da's eyes go a bit wide. "Well…um…" "Da…" He shrugs. "I had to tell him so he'd know you had it. That way if it was //needed// he would be aware." Papa shifts uncomfortably. You stare at your da for a moment. "Does he know more about your family than I do?" You raise a brow. "Well…" Da looks torn. "Not in so many words. He knows enough." You look at Papa for any sort of backup. He reaches over and pats your hand. "Oswin's found out some about yer father's past. It's complicated, Sprout, and yer da has struggled with not tellin' ya everything. It's hard and we'll tell ya soon." Your da's eyes look watery and full of remorse. "I know how it looks, kid. Oswin…figured out who my family was. It's not something I hid from you out of malice or to tease you either. My origins are something…something that I like to forget even happened. I prefer to think that my life started when I met your father. When I talk about it, I have to remember it – acknowledge it. But I will…let me prepare myself and gather my thoughts. Then, in a few days, I will tell you everything." "How many times have you and Papa told me that it's good to talk about things? That's not fair." Da nods. "I know it's not...and you're the one I want... It's not an excuse, but how you think, how you feel, and what you know about me means more than anyone else. I used to think that about your father. In my heart, I feel like it's protecting you. But I know firsthand how much it hurts to have things hidden by those you love most. I'm sorry." You nod, but it's frustrating, especially as it still feels as though so many people around you are keeping secrets. Despite this, it is difficult to not understand where your da is coming from. You don't wish him even more grief on him. You still remember how bereft he was when he first gave you his brother's ring. Just a few more days isn't too much to ask for. [[With a deep breath you accept your father's request.|6.30dads]]

Papa gets up and brings a pitcher of water to refill everyone's cups. You're thankful for a break in the tension and you think Da is as well. He manages to smile at you. <<if $roomshare is true>>As your papa sits back down, he fixes you with a look, one you are unfamiliar with. "What?" you ask, eyes shifting between your parents. <<if $roomie is 'Zahn'>>"So, yer sharin' yer room with the little blond one?" <<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>You blanch. "Well, yeah…. We've gotten to know each other. I like Zahn's company and we're comfortable with each other."<<else>>You grin. "Yeah, I wondered when you'd start asking about that. I'm comfortable with Zahn, and we've shared our space a lot over the season."<</if>> You're surprised when Da backs you up. "Easy Dov. If you hadn't noticed yet, our kid is kind of grown up. I know you don't really mind Zahn either." Papa nods. "Yer friends are great, Sprout. I just can't help but feel…I just don't know 'em yet. Makes me feel like a stranger is in yer room with ya." <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>You lean over with a smile and squeeze your papa's big hand. "I understand how you feel. Get to know Zahn a little more and you'll feel better. $Zcapitalheshe is a sweet person and a good friend."<<else>>You nod along and give your papa an assured look. "Da's right, I know what I'm doing so you don't need to worry. You both raised me well and I promise I'm looking out for myself."<</if>> Papa smiles and you think you see a swell of pride wash over him. <<if $parentpick is true>><<if $toldparents is 'Zahn'>>He sighs, affection clear on his face. "I remember you sayin' $Zheshe has a special space in yer heart. I can't…I can't fault ya wantin' to dwell with the one yer fond of." He looks toward Da who smiles back at him.<</if>><</if>> Your da smiles. "Just remember we're ''right down the hall'' should you ever need us. Just ''one door'' away. In fact, we're ''so close'', you could just yell for us and we'd ''hear you''." You think you see da's eye twitch a little. A rumbly laugh escapes Papa. "What was that about our kid bein' ''grown'' now, Love?"<<elseif $roomie is 'Rune'>>"So, yer sharin' yer room with the, uh, mage?" <<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>You blanch. "Well, yeah…. We've gotten to know each other. I like Rune's company and we're comfortable with each other."<<else>>You grin. "Yeah, I wondered when you'd start asking about that. I'm comfortable with Rune, and we've shared our space a lot since we met."<</if>> You're surprised when Da backs you up. "Easy Dov. If you hadn't noticed yet, our kid is kind of grown up. I know mages make you nervous, but Rune isn't like Ansar." Papa nods. "Yer friends are great, Sprout. I just can't help but feel…I just don't know 'em yet. Makes me feel like a stranger is in yer room with ya." <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>You lean over with a smile and squeeze your papa's big hand. "I understand how you feel. Get to know Rune a little more and you'll feel better. $Rcapitalheshe is a caring person, you just need to get beyond that noble facade."<<else>>You nod along and give your papa an assured look. "Da's right, I know what I'm doing so you don't need to worry. You both raised me well and I promise I'm looking out for myself."<</if>> Papa smiles and you think you see a swell of pride wash over him. <<if $parentpick is true>><<if $toldparents is 'Rune'>>He sighs, affection clear on his face. "I remember you sayin' $Rheshe has a special space in yer heart. I can't…I can't fault ya wantin' to dwell with the one yer fond of." He looks toward Da who smiles back at him.<</if>><</if>> Your da smiles. "Just remember we're ''right down the hall'' should you ever need us. Just ''one door'' away. In fact, we're ''so close'', you could call for us and we'd ''hear you''." You think you see da's eye twitch a little. A rumbly laugh escapes Papa. "What was that about our kid bein' ''grown'' now, Love?"<<else>>"So, do we have to worry about anyone sneakin' into yer room?" Papa grumbles. <<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>You blanch. "No! Of course not…um…" You shut your mouth. You're not really sure if that could be the case or not.<<else>>You grin. "Maybe," you drawl.<</if>> You're surprised when Da backs you up. "Easy Dov. If you hadn't noticed yet, our kid is kind of grown up." <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>You lean over with a smile and squeeze your papa's big hand. "I understand how you feel. But Da is right, I'm grown and I'm taking care of myself."<<else>>You nod along and give your papa an assured look. "Da's right, I know what I'm doing so you don't need to worry. You both raised me well and I promise I'm looking out for myself."<</if>> Your da smiles. "Just remember we're ''right down the hall'' should you ever need us. Just ''one door'' away. In fact, we're ''so close'', you could probably just call for us and we'd ''hear you''." You think you see da's eye twitch a little. A rumbly laugh escapes Papa. "What was that about our kid bein' ''grown'' now, Love?"<</if>><<else>>"So, do we have to worry about anyone sneakin' into your room? <<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>You blanch. "No! Of course not…um…" You shut your mouth. You're not really sure if that could be the case or not.<<else>>You grin. "Maybe," you drawl.<</if>> You're surprised when Da backs you up. "Easy Dov. If you hadn't noticed yet, our kid is kind of grown up." <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>You lean over with a smile and squeeze your papa's big hand. "I understand how you feel. But Da is right, I'm grown and I'm taking care of myself."<<else>>You nod along and give your papa an assured look. "Da's right, I know what I'm doing so you don't need to worry. You both raised me well and I promise I'm looking out for myself."<</if>> Your da smiles. "Just remember we're ''right down the hall'' should you ever need us. Just ''one door'' away. In fact, we're ''so close'', you could just call for us and we'd ''hear you''." You think you see da's eye twitch a little. A rumbly laugh escapes Papa. "What was that about our kid bein' ''grown'' now, Love?"<</if>> [[Your fathers sigh heavily at the same time.|6.31dads]]

Da clears his throat first, looking at Papa with a clear need for reassurance. "I suppose since we've had you back for some days now, I'd like to just talk a bit." He nods and takes a breath like he's working himself up for it. You don't miss the way his jaw quivers. Papa gets up and moves behind Da's chair, leaning down to embrace him and whisper something. When Papa sits back he levels you with a soft look. "Yer da has promised me he'd talk through some of this." Da finally starts. "So, I won't lie to you that when Nathanael delivered your first letter, I was…shocked and scared and your papa was away from home. I never expected him at our door and I feared the worst." He smiles. "He was kind, very kind, and sat with me while I read it…and while I embarrassed myself by sobbing into his shoulder." He sighs, his face going a bit red. <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>You look at your father with compassion. "It's okay, Da, that's nothing to be embarrassed about. I'm sorry it caused you so much grief."<<else>>You smile at your da to help raise his spirits. "I bet that was a sight. Nathan may never let you forget it either. I'm sorry it hurt you."<</if>> He shakes his head. "<<if $ch3letter is 'everything'>>I was glad for your honesty, but it scared me for what the path ahead of you would look like if the one behind you was already so unforgiving.<<elseif $ch3letter is 'summary'>>I had a feeling it wasn't //everything//, which worried me more and you're lucky I didn't decide to whoop you in front of everyone at the dinner. But…no matter what your letters would have said, I'd always be scared for you. I was terrified at what the path ahead would look like for you.<<else>>I knew you were covering something up…I just knew it. It was just //too// easy, and that merchant was oddly tight-lipped. All he would say is that you were feeling a tad under the weather when he saw you. That little snake is a good liar, I'll give him that. But nothing beats parental intuition. I was so terrified at what your path ahead would look like if you were already hiding things from us.<</if>> Nathanael tried to encourage me, he attested to your strength and told me to have faith in you. When I got your second letter…" His breath stutters and he swallows thickly. "I'm glad your papa was with me. It felt like my worst fears came true. <<if $ch3letter is 'summary'>>It was more of the same, you weren't telling us everything.<<else>>Again, I knew you were covering things up – protecting our feelings.<</if>>" He looks at Papa. "But, your father reminded me that you made it. The letter was proof of that. That goofy merchant was right." Papa leans forward. "We're proud of ya, Sprout. And we'll always be regretful that in yer hardest days we were far away. I regret not goin' with ya, but I also must be truthful that I don't know how yer da would have gotten on without me. The Twinflowers were scramblin' with their own troubles, and with spring here, most of the neighbors we trust had no time to spare." "I'm glad you found your strength," Da says. "But to learn that you were //abducted//…after all that. It's like a ''sick'' joke." His voice cracks with anger and sadness as his eyes well with tears. "If those idiots weren't already dead, I'd…" His jaw quivers. "Neither of us was there for you in that moment, and I hate that. I hate it so much. I don't think I can thank Aster enough for what he did…." You nod. "You've always been there for me before. I had times when I really needed you while on the road, but we were in a hard spot when I left home. There wasn't much choice in how we handled it. I know the things that happened will leave a mark…some literally. But I am here and I'm not done fighting for my life. Had things gone differently, I may never have found a group of people who might be able to help me." Da finally cracks a smile. "You know I am glad to see more friendly faces around you, even if I don't know them all very well yet. I always thought you deserved more friends, so I hope you find a good bond with all of them. And I wouldn't mind an in-law if you are so inclined either." Papa rolls his eyes. After a moment for emotions to cool, your da speaks again. "That all being said, we don't have a solid plan for what our next step will be. It seems we are at a 'hurry up and wait' stage. Aster and Rune have both assured me that they will be…//studying// you in the days to come." There's clear distaste in his tone. "Rune…also offered to take a look into my leg with $Rhisher abilities." Your papa stirs, brown eyes flitting away. You nod. "Papa, I know that bothers you, but Rune helped me and the others. $Rcapitalheshe really cares about helping. Even if mages concern you, Rune is just a person who likes to help people. And, $Rheshe even has a god's backing, that's got to account for something." He nods. "True, I wasn't expectin' that. $Rcapitalheshe seems like a decent sort, but power like that…it's not fit for humans to have. Never was. But…if it could help you heal and you want it, I'll agree." "And another thing," Da adds. "While you're home, I want you to stay on this light schedule you've adopted because I want you to get as much practice with a weapon in as you can. <<if $interest is 'tradin'>>I know how smart you are and I know this stuff hasn't been your focus, but I want you to get to a point where people will think twice before ever crossing you.<<elseif $interest is 'healin'>>I know how smart and gentle you are, and I know this stuff hasn't been your desire, but I want you to get to a point where people will think twice before ever crossing you.<<else>>I know you're no push-over as it is. But, kid, I want you so tough by the time you ever leave home again that if anyone so much as thinks about messing with you, they will regret it for the rest of their short pathetic lives.<</if>>" You nod. "I will, Da, I promise." Papa adds, "And just keep in mind that ya can focus on learnin' how to defend yerself. Ya don't have to hurt someone if ya don't want to." It's hard to not agree that you may need to learn how to protect yourself better. The future is still uncertain. You chat a little bit with your fathers about more lighthearted things for a while before you decide that it may be time to go out and do something else…. <<if $Ostat3 is 'romantic'>>[[Your da stops you as you rise from your seat.|6.32adadsO]] <<else>>[[Your fathers bid you goodbye and head off to complete their own tasks as well.|6.32]] <</if>>

"Let's talk a bit about just one more before you go…" Da nods to Papa who nods back and then gives your chin an affectionate tap before he heads out. You're not sure if you should be concerned that Papa has left you alone for this conversation. You get comfortable in your chair once more and give your da a questioning look. "I don't want to make you feel awkward or pressured, but…your dear old father here wanted to say something about a certain someone. Your papa thinks I'm sticking my nose in your private life just a bit too far, but I'll let you be the judge of that." You nod along, a sneaking suspicion about the topic at hand in the back of your mind. <<if $toldparents is 'Oswin'>>"You at least pretty directly confirmed my suspicions at the party. Your heart is focused on Oswin these days, yeah?<<else>>Maybe you didn't want to speak of it too directly, but I've noticed you have something special with Osiwn.<</if>>" "Yeah, you could phrase it like that I suppose." <<if $roomie is 'Oswin'>>He smiles. "I know we spoke briefly about it before when you first got home, and I want to make good on what I said and just have a talk about it. You don't have to say anything if you're uncomfortable.<<else>>He smiles. "You don't have to say anything, Sprout, I just feel like I should.<</if>> I want you to know that you can always talk to me, even if it's awkward. No matter how old you get or who it's about." You try to get comfortable in your chair. "So what's brought this on, Da?" He thinks for a moment, looking down at the table and then tracing some of the woodgrains with his thumb. "I told you that I had a pretty poor excuse for a father…. Ever since I got away from him, I have been determined to be everything he wasn't. I take after my mama anyway and he tried to beat that out of me…so that's why I want to at least reach out to you because I feel like…like I can make a difference I guess. And I'd do anything for you to make sure you're happy." <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>Your heart catches in your throat. "Da…that means so much to me.<<else>>You nod. "I appreciate that you care, Da.<</if>> But what exactly do you want to tell me?" "So, I have to admit, I have a soft spot for Oswin. I always have. Ever since he was little Yarrow and you were little Ravinder. I always thought that either you and Emre or Oswin could end up together in some capacity, even if it wasn't romantic. I still care about him a lot. He's been through some things, things he wants to share with you." Da stops for a moment, rubbing his face with his hands before grabbing a drink of his water. "So, you know all these secrets that he's keeping? Does everyone but me know all these things? I'm feeling like the butt of a joke." Da shakes his head. "No, only I know. Not even Oswin's family knows half the things that go on in that kid's head." He sighs. "Kid…I just want to tell you, that even though I have a soft spot for Oswin – I can't help but feel for him and feel a sort of kinship there – he's not you. He's not ''my'' kid. I thought for sure he would have pulled his head from his ass and told you everything. So, what I wanted to impart to you is that even if you care for him, if that boy won't bridge the gap to your heart, then sever it." You raise an eyebrow and feel a twang in your heart. You care about Oswin.<<if $Obigfeels is true>> You have cared for a long time.<</if>> The thought of giving up on him isn't easy. "So you're saying to just give up on him? When though? Do I place a time limit on something like this?" He shrugs. "I don't want to say that, but maybe that would be best. It's just that I don't want to see you lost to pining for someone who…Sprout, he's stuck. He's trying to move past the things that burden him, but I'd rather see you happy in love with someone who will take your hand without hesitation." You take a deep breath. "It has felt a little bit like every time we move a bit forward, that he pulls back again. Overall, I think we're closer than when we left, but…I just wish he would trust me.<<if $youtriedin5 is true>> I…I tried to tell him how I felt, Da. He didn't listen, he said he couldn't. That I should know everything first. What does that mean? What is there to know?<</if>>" Da reaches across and places his hand on top of yours. "Do you love him?" [["Yes."|6.32adadsOY]] [["No, at least not yet."|6.32adadsON]]

Without a set plan for the day, you decide to head out. If nothing else, the fresh air would be welcome and there's no shortage of things to do. Stepping out onto the front porch, you feel a refreshing breeze billowing toward you. You take a moment to breathe it in. The smell carried on it is sunshine and new grass – the full power of spring. There may be a tint of rain on the wind as well. <<if $Ostat3 is 'romantic'>>You hear the heavy footfalls of your pa coming up beside you, so you look up and share a smile with him. "Big plans, Sprout?" he asks.<<else>>The door suddenly opens behind you. Your papa peeks out and smiles when he sees you. "Sorry, Sprout, I forgot something. Do you have plans you need to get to right now?<</if>> You shrug. "Not really, with work being slow, I'm just going to piddle around and get chores done and find something to do" He nods. "Sorry if ya been bored, but I think yer friends would appreciate some time with ya in the next few days if ya need somethin' to do." "I should probably make the rounds and speak with everyone. Maybe someone has come up with an idea to move things along." You grimace, the familiar pressure of your curse being brought back to your attention. Papa lightly pats your back. "Somethin'll give soon. Enjoy the time in between before the real work starts again." With a deep breath, you agree. A distraction would be good for today. "Here," Papa says, holding a package wrapped in a crude cloth to you. "This is for yer friend, Duri." You accept the item and pass a quizzical look to your father while you unwrap part of it to see what it is. You find…shoes – a pair of simple leather shoes that look like they'd be comfortable.<<if $Dstat is 'romantic'>> You feel moved that your father would do something like this for $Dhimher.<</if>> "Shoes?" Papa nods. "Poor kid has been running around without 'em this whole time. Told me yesterday $Dheshe doesn't have any. We can't have that. $Dcapitalheshe sleeps in the barn, works hard all day with the animals, and has been good company for yer old papa." "Papa, I think Duri doesn't like shoes…" You almost hate to break the news to him. He shakes his head. "I've seen kids that will say things like that because they're embarrassed to admit they can't buy 'em. Nothin' to be ashamed of. I think if they come from you, $Dheshe'll be more acceptin'." "I'll try, Papa." A big smile turns his eyes up, but you can barely see it on his lips for his big beard. "Yer a good kid and so is Duri. The dogs love $Dhimher – strong as a bull too…good to see though, at least $Dheshe's been eatin'. The little one, Zahn…I can tell good meals are few and far between for $Zhimher." "Have either of them talked with you much?" Your curiosity peaks. Both had promised to be on their best behavior, and so far you've not heard a negative word about them from your parents. A part of you is wondering when their antics could show up again. Papa thinks for a moment. "Duri doesn't say much to me but answers questions if I ask. Told me about $Dhisher momma having passed, so I told $Dhimher about yer grandmother. I think yer friend is still grievin'. Zahn's been stickin' close to yer da, I think they connected – city kids ya know." You're relieved that both seem to be making a fabulous impression so far. "That's good, I was worried they might get a little restless…" He smiles. "Well, Sprout, I should get goin'. I need to get some firewood chopped, but I seem to have misplaced my axe…. Have you seen it?" You sigh, suspicion suddenly takes over your positive impression of the demigod in question. "I haven't, but I will keep an eye out, Papa." Your father gives you another warm smile before he heads off to find his axe. [[With shoes in hand, you head to the barn to find Duri.|6.D1]]

A soft smile crosses Da's lips at your answer, but you notice there's a sadness in his eyes. "Then," he says. "If you hold on to this love you have, I want you to be prepared to love him through some hard things, okay?" You stare into your father's eyes for a heavy moment, unsure of what he means, but you nod anyway. "You…" Da takes a choked breath, his eyes shining. "You remind me so much of your papa." His jaw quivers and he takes a sniffling breath. "He loved me through my brokenness, and I know that on many days, it wasn't easy. You have that same way about you, a way of guiding and being a light, maybe without even intending to. I cannot tell you how proud I am that I'm your father." Your throat feels tight all of a sudden. <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"Da, I'm only this way because of how you and Papa raised me. I'm not doing anything special. I just…I do love him, and I don't know if that makes me that great…. You don't need to shed tears over that."<<else>>"Da, you'll flood the house at this rate…besides, I'm not playing a hero or anything, I'm just doing what I want…loving how I want."<</if>> "See, this is exactly my point." Da laughs. "And for your information, I never cried until your father got a hold of me! And then the tears never stopped! Especially after we found you, it was like a part of my heart I never knew existed opened up." You smile. "Really?" He nods. "I reached a point in my life where part of my heart was turned off. Your papa was so kind…he cried. He cried for me once, when I couldn't bring myself to. My father would say it was weakness to cry like that. And I saw your papa – big, tall, more powerful than any person I've ever seen – shed tears for me, and I thought //this//, this is real power. I have been in love ever since." <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"Da, I feel like you need to write a storybook about your relationship with Papa. It might be more fun than churning butter." You smile warmly.<<else>>"Ew," you tease. "Are you gonna chase me around again like you did when I was a kid and //gush// about Papa? Maybe we need to find you a hobby other than butter churning." You chuckle.<</if>> "What!? I could never abandon my butters! They're the talk of the town these days, I'll have you know." You and your da share a good laugh before you say your goodbyes. You've got some things to think about in the coming days, and you feel like soon you may have to choose for certain where your heart lies with Oswin. [[Until then, you just need to keep going.|6.32]]

A smile crosses your da's lips at your answer, and you think he looks a little relieved. "Making sure of what you want first?" You nod, a little concerned as to why he looks at ease with your answer. You need answers first before you can let yourself love him. "You're a smart kid. Not that it would be bad for you to love him, I don't mean that. I've already admitted that I care about him and I would trust him with your heart. But…you making sure first is a powerful thing, and it's a good thing for you and for him too. If you choose to love him, he //will// choose you back – always. I just know it in my heart. The other thing I know is that…" He looks around, biting his lip, looking more unsure. "That once you decide to love Oswin, and he loves you, that's it for him. I just don't know if he would ever want to love another person, but if you two hold each other's hearts, I know that he'll be yours until his dying breath and probably even after that." "Da…" You stare back at him, shocked and unsure of what he means by that. "How can you-" He holds a hand up. "Call it intuition." After a deep breath, he smiles at you, a softness in his eyes. "You remind me so much of me right now. I don't know if I should be flattered or scared." He chuckles. "How so?" "Looking before you leap, I suppose. But, I can't deny I see your papa reflected in your eyes too. The world has been cruel to you, but you…just keep going. And not only that, you're still reaching for things like romance and happiness. <<if $goal is 'love'>>I know you'll find the love you want, I just know it.<<elseif $goal is 'friendship'>>You have already connected to so many people. You will never be far from a friend, I just know it.<<elseif $goal is 'craft'>>You have come so far in your craft and nothing has kept you from accomplishing so much already. I just know there is greatness in store for you.<<elseif $goal is 'answers'>>You have come so far just in half a season to set your life right, to find the answers you need to take your life into your own hands. You will succeed, I just know you will.<<elseif $goal is 'independence'>>You have already come so far in just half a season to gain control of your life and future. I would love you through any hardship, but I know that one day you won't need me or your papa to stand firm on your own.<</if>>" He sniffles, covering his mouth with a shaky hand as he gazes at you with eyes full of love. You swallow the lump in your throat. The conviction in his voice is clear, and you feel a bit bolstered by it. "Thanks, Da." He wipes his eyes, and then with a thick voice adds, "You have a way of being a light to others and blazing your own path maybe without even intending to, I just want you to know that. You can do anything, and I cannot tell you how proud I am to be your father." <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"Da, I'm only this way because of how you and Papa raised me. I'm not doing anything special. You don't need to shed tears over that."<<else>>"Da, you'll flood the house at this rate…besides, I'm not playing a hero or anything, I'm just doing what I want."<</if>> "See, this is exactly my point." Da laughs. "And for your information, I never cried until your father got a hold of me! And then the tears never stopped! Especially after we found you, it was like a part of my heart I never knew existed opened up." You smile. "Really?" He nods. "I reached a point in my life where part of my heart was turned off. Your papa was so kind…he cried. He cried for me once, when I couldn't bring myself to. My father would say it was weakness to cry like that. And I saw your papa – big, tall, more powerful than any person I've ever seen – shed tears for me, and I thought //this//, this is real power. I have been in love ever since." <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"Da, I feel like you need to write a storybook about your relationship with Papa. It might be more fun than churning butter." You smile warmly.<<else>>"Ew," you tease. "Are you gonna chase me around again like you did when I was a kid and //gush// about Papa? Maybe we need to find you a hobby other than butter churning." You chuckle.<</if>> "What!? I could never abandon my butters! They're the talk of the town these days, I'll have you know." You and your da share a good laugh before you say your goodbyes. You've got some things to think about in the coming days, and you feel like soon you may have to choose for certain where your heart lies with Oswin. [[Until then, you just need to keep going.|6.32]]

As you make the trek out to your family's farm, $wolf runs to meet you. She bounds around your feet, her tail whirling in circles as she keeps close to your side. It makes you chuckle at how sweet and happy she can be when her size alone makes her an intimidating presence. <<if $height is 'verytall'>>Her shoulder nearly comes to your hip and you think that she is nearly as long as you are tall.<<elseif $height is 'tall'>>Her shoulder comes to your hip and she's easily as long as you are tall.<<elseif $height is 'average'>>Her shoulder comes just above your hip and she's longer than you are tall.<<else>>Her shoulder is well above your hip, her head up to your chest and she is much longer than you are tall.<</if>> But, with the way she keeps her head and body low when around you, it's difficult to tell just how large she really is. When you enter the barn, she follows and you find all of your other dogs gathered there – all five. You pause and then count. All //seven//…either Papa has adopted two more or Duri is attracting your neighbor's pets. They all come to greet you, except the two new ones. $wolf gently keeps them from overwhelming you as you try to walk. "Duri?" you call. You hear a chicken fussing from the loft, and then a voice. "$mc?" You smirk. Did $Dheshe not hear you come in? "Yeah, I came to give you something." Straw begins to flutter down from the loft from between the floorboards as Duri stirs. The chicken waddles out into view, clucking what you interpret may be her disgruntled opinion on your interruption. "Do I want to know why you have a chicken up there?" you ask. Duri pops into view, skips the ladder, and simply hops the large expanse to the floor. The dogs yip excitedly until Duri's eyes glow slightly, and they immediately settle. Giving you a lopsided grin, Duri saunters toward you. "She gives me breakfast each morning," $Dheshe says with a shrug. "I figure it saves a step by keeping her up here with me." "But yet you show up to eat every morning at the house?" "It would be rude not to." Duri wrinkles $Dhisher nose at you. "So, lambchop, are you here to be my lunch? Because you look good enough to eat." $Dcapitalheshe gives you a large and toothy grin, fangs on clear display. <<if $Dstat is 'romantic'>><<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>You flush and lose your voice for a moment. "Well…no! Nothing like that!"<<else>>You give a smirk of your own, leaning forward and narrowing your eyes. "Are you sure I'm not too rich for your stomach to handle?"<</if>><<else>>You shake your head. "We both know that I'd give you indigestion. Best not to risk it."<</if>> $Dcapitalheshe laughs. "You're cute, $mc. Well, if you're not here to feed me, tell me why you interrupted my nap." "Nap? It's midday…" "I was out most of the night running. This place is nice; I've been going out a lot." You hold out the gift from your papa. "These are for you from my father." "Dov?" You nod and Duri gingerly grabs the pack and begins to open the cloth. You continue, "I tried to tell him that you didn't like to wear them…" Duri smiles at the shoes, much to your surprise. $Dcapitalheshe plays with the material, running $Dhisher fingers along it. Surprisingly, Duri hugs the gift close to $Dhisher chest. "I'll…take care of them." You raise an eyebrow but decide not to question or push about the change of heart. Instead, you change the topic. "So, with that out of the way – where is my father's axe?" $Dcapitalhisher eyes open wide. "What axe?" $Dheshe replies much too quickly. <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>"Duri'naan, you promised to be on your best behavior. Now, tell me where it is, please."<<else>>"I knew you behaving lately was too good to be true. Now, fess up, where is it?"<</if>> Duri looks at the shoes and then sighs. "It's upside down in the butter churner closest to the door of the den…. Turns out the handle fits perfectly through the lid…" <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>You snort. "So help me, if there was butter in that, I'm making you clean the axe with your tongue."<<else>>You laugh, bending over to support yourself on your knees. "Why didn't I think of that!?"<</if>> <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>Duri grins again. "Don't threaten me with a good time."<<else>>Duri joins you in laughing. "I thought you would appreciate it! See, we should team up and really give your fathers a run for their money."<</if>> You shake your head. "Well, with that cleared up, I'll let you get back to sleep. I'm going to wander around a while." Duri hums an acknowledgement, but before you can say goodbye and leave, $Dheshe speaks. "Say, $mc…would you like to go for a run with me tonight?" You tilt your head. "Like…while you're shifted?" $Dcapitalheshe nods. "I kinda wondered if you'd like to ride around with me while you're not hurt. I think you might enjoy it. I found some pretty places around here, and I wouldn't mind some company…." <<if $Dstat is 'romantic'>>You think you see a pink hue encroaching along Duri's neck. Your own heart is beating harder and a heat emanates from your face. Does this mean anything?<<else>>Duri looks at you with a smile and eyes full of hope.<</if>> It would be interesting to see your home from the places Duri could reach as a wolf and maybe you can learn a little something about the demigod. "Sure," you agree. <<if $Dstat is 'distrust'>>Maybe this way you can get Duri to be more transparent with you so you can determine if your feelings of distrust are valid or not.<</if>> "Good," Duri says. "I'll look forward to it. I usually head out after dinner if that's okay. Take a nap, I like to stay out late." [[You agree and then say your goodbyes before heading out from the barn with your wolf right behind you.|6.Z1]]

On your way back through, you stop at the house to pull your father's axe from the butter churner, which is thankfully clean. Da spots you as you do, says nothing, but heaves a heavy sigh before hobbling to the next room on his crutch. You deliver the axe deciding to simply say it was in the house, and then take off down the road toward town. $wolf trots happily next to you, tongue lolling as she meets your eye. It's likely some of the townsfolk will be a bit fearful of her, but you haven't the heart to make her stay home. As you reach the edge of your homestead, you spot Zahn with $Zhisher bow in hand at the edge of the trees that line the road. $Zcapitalheshe is pulling the string without an arrow loaded, looking a bit strained. You approach with a wave and Zahn smiles back at you – wide and toothy. "$mc! How are you?" $Zheshe asks, all signs of strain suddenly gone. <<if $roomie is 'Zahn'>>"Sorry I slipped out extra early this morning. I woke up and couldn't fall back asleep, so I decided to just go out and start on the chores your parents gave me. You looked so comfy, and I know you've had some rough nights.... I didn't have the heart to wake you."<</if>> <<if $roomie is 'Zahn'>>"Don't worry about it, I've had days like that." <</if>>You offer a smile. "I'm doing well. I spent the morning with my fathers, and now I'm mostly just wandering around. What are you up to? Is your bow in good order?" $wolf greets Zahn, leaning against $Zhisher legs. Zahn nods while patting her head. "Yeah, it's fine, but I'm still…a bit weak. I'm worried about getting rusty." You hum an acknowledgement. "I can understand that, just remember it's a process. I know how you feel though. Even with magic helping my shoulder, it was frustrating not feeling like myself for so long.<<if $interest is 'healin'>> Your progress has been great though, so some testing and exercising those muscles is a good idea at this point, just don't expect normal performance for a bit. Especially since you insisted on most of your healing remaining natural.<</if>> It might be a good idea to have Rune check you out soon to make sure everything is still healing fine on the inside." "Yeah, Rune's been checking me here and there. I think I made $Rhimher mad since I refused some of $Rhisher help though. I'll see if $Rheshe'll take a look today, maybe $Rheshe can tell me how much I can use it…." $Zcapitalheshe toes at the ground. "Um, can I join you? I can't do much with this." Zahn lifts the bow. "And my chores are done," $Zheshe adds. "Sure, maybe we'll find something to do then," you reply<<if $Zstat5 is 'romantic'>> as your heart flutters. It's not often you get alone time like this with Zahn.<</if>> Zahn smiles even wider and hurries to set $Zhisher bow down and bounds to your side. "We'll have fun!"<<if $Zstat5 is 'romantic'>> $Zcapitalheshe presses against your side lightly. "This is kinda like a little date," $Zheshe drawls.<</if>> <<if $Zstat5 is 'romantic'>><<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>A sudden burst of nervous laughter escapes from your lips as $Zhisher words register in your mind. You quickly tame your heart and mind and clear your throat. "Yeah…we'll have fun."<<else>>You nudge Zahn in return with a coy smile. "I think some fun can be arranged. I'm here after all, things are always more fun with me."<</if>><<else>>"Of course, if nothing else it will be nice just to get around town a bit."<</if>> [[You continue down the road with companions in tow.|6.Z2]]

Zahn chatters about archery as you walk the empty length of dirt road between your home and town. It's just you two, $wolf, and the trees. Birdsong fills the air and a gentle breeze carries the coolness of spring around you. You're surprised to learn that Zahn has won a couple of archery tournaments close to your town. <<if $interest is 'archin'>> With interest peaked, you listen closely to hear if you may have competed with Zahn before. You've never been able to travel far for competitions, but there are several regional ones close enough to home that your parents happily accommodate you to ensure you can participate. <<if $interestwound is 'frontshouldershotscar'>>After Zahn concludes a list of victories and gut-wrenching losses, $Zheshe asks about your own unique experience. You have several wins in your career and currently hold the Stonebrook record for consecutive local tournament wins, which you attribute to your da not entering any longer. Remembering your close call at one such tournament that you attended between Stonebrook and Lale, you tell the story of how you got a scar on your right shoulder. <<if $shoulderdislocate is true>>You find yourself thankful that you didn't get a matching one on your left after you tumble down the mountain.<<else>>You suddenly lament with the realization that you now have a matching scar on the opposite shoulder – just much bigger.<</if>> "Thankfully," you conclude, "the shot was disrupted enough that when it hit, it didn't get too deep. It hurt, and I earned a nasty scar from it, but whoever disrupted the shot, probably saved my life. Da thought it would have hit me in the heart…" You make it several paces before you realize Zahn stopped a moment ago. You walk back. "Zahn? Are you okay?" you ask. "When was that?" "I don't quite remember, it was some years ago. Just a few hours outside of town. I don't think they held it again, some noble in Lale hosted it the next year afterward…" Zahn's blue eyes are huge and $Zhisher gaze searches yours. "That was me…" "What?" "I'm the one…I remember that. I saw them, they had been angry that you unseated them. I watched them because I could tell it was…just rage." You stare in disbelief. "You're the one who…you…" Zahn nods and smiles with a laugh. "I did! I couldn't reach them in time, so I shot an arrow and tipped the end of their bow." You run your hands down your face. "I can't believe this…what are the odds? That's twice you came to my rescue…twice you've saved my life without even knowing who I was." A bright pink flush encompasses Zahn's face. "This…this is amazing!"<<if $Zphys is true>> Though $Zhisher smile remains, you note the well of tears in Zahn's eyes. $Zcapitalheshe quickly scrubs $Zhisher face with $Zhisher sleeves. "It's a miracle…I accidentally came to the rescue of someone I would come to care about so much. Wow!"<</if>> The smile on Zahn's face is wide and radiant. <<if $Zstat5 is 'romantic'>>You can't help the swell of your feelings. Zahn has been your hero twice now. It feels like your paths are reaching out to each other. The part of your heart that holds Zahn dear flutters, you //knew// $Zheshe was a good person – the real sort.<<else>>Not only has Zahn saved your life twice, but your paths have crossed in a significant way even before you really met. Without Zahn, you may not have lived long enough to even set out to break your curse.<</if>> <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"I suppose a big thank you is in order. I can't believe…this is amazing.<<else>>"Do you always play hero or is it just me whose ass you save?<</if>> My parents may shower you with hugs and kisses when I tell them." You chuckle. Zahn scratches the back of $Zhisher head, the pink flush quickly going dark red along $Zhisher cheeks and nose. "Um, you don't have to make a fuss about it…I just did what anyone should…" You shrug. "That might be a good reason to make a fuss about it." $Zcapitalheshe continues to act bashful over the whole thing, so you finally agree to drop it, but the little proud smile on Zahn's lips is impossible to ignore.<<else>>You recount the events of the tournaments you've been in, discovering that you and Zahn have likely competed against each other in one or two. Zahn is excited at the prospect, demanding a rematch and insisting that it 'doesn't count.' You have several wins in your career and currently hold the Stonebrook record for consecutive local tournament wins, which you attribute to your da not entering any longer. The next tournament will come up next summer and Zahn already wants to make plans for you both to compete in it.<</if>> <<else>>$Zcapitalheshe chats about some wins and losses in the tournaments $Zheshe's competed in, some of which were close to Stonebrook, though Zahn never made it to the one your town holds in the summer. $Zcapitalheshe even has an interesting story about saving a fellow archer. In a regional tournament not far from town, a new winner unseated a champion. In response, the champion attempted to shoot them and Zahn managed to interrupt the shot enough so that the person didn't get too seriously hurt. <<if $interest is 'choppin'>>You regale Zahn with some of your own tournament tales, though the type you've taken part in isn't as popular as the ones for archery. Papa was asked to stop competing in the local logging tournament years ago to give others a chance to win. Your win rate is also quite high and you get the sense that you'll be following in his footsteps there too.<<elseif $interest is 'woodin'>>You've taken part in some logging tournaments with your papa for fun, but since it's not really our specialty, you don't have much to share as far as competition stories. However, you did win an art competition and one of your larger wood carvings is on display at the town hall.<<elseif $interest is 'swordin'>>You've won your fair share of tournament duels, so you regale Zahn with some of your own tales. You're delighted to learn that you and Zahn have competed in different events at some of the same tourneys.<<elseif $interest is 'healin'>>Though you haven't competed at any tournaments, you've attended several to provide medical aid. Much of the region seek out your help when hosting such events, paying you a heavy sum for your expertise.<<elseif $interest is 'tradin'>>Though you haven't competed before, you are no less involved in the local tourneys. They take a great deal of planning and organization, not to mention accommodations for the influx of spectators. Each one you help plan or attend, you walk away with a fat purse.<<elseif $interest is 'cookin'>>Even if you don't compete in traditional tourneys, there have been a few cooking challenges that you've won great victories in. And even in the archery and sword events, the competitors often seek out your food. A local retired champion has been said to refuse attendance unless your delicious food is available.<</if>> <</if>> Both of you continue to chat about your day-to-day lives as you walk. You cross paths with the group of town elders who have been teaching Da how to knit and make butter. They coo over the two of you, attempt to pinch your cheeks and gift you a few pastries before moving along to visit your father. It's not much farther down the road that Zahn stops completely – not even eating. You give $Zhimher a quizzical look. [[A sad look crosses Zahn's face.|6.Z3]]

"$mc…" $Zheshe says quietly. "Can we go talk somewhere?" You nod. "Of course," you reply, <<if $Zphys is true>>immediately concerned.<<else>> curiosity niggling at you.<</if>> Gesturing off the road and toward the tree line, you guide Zahn around until you finally make your way to the clearing you used to play in as a child. It's a peaceful place off of the beaten trail where you won't be disturbed. If the heaviness around Zahn is any indication, you know $Zheshe may value some privacy. You proudly show off the clearing which you spent so much time in as a child. Zahn cheers up when you show $Zhimher the little fort you and your friends made within the large plank roots of a tree. Zahn wants to climb up to sit on the roots, but $Zhisher back is still too stiff and sore to make it comfortably, so you opt to sit by the stream along an old fallen log. The rush of the stream is relaxing, the flow still fat from the dwindling snowmelt that feeds it in spring. Zahn pulls the tattered ends of $Zhisher cloak close to $Zhisher chest, playing with the threads and holes. The fabric looks so thin that you think even direct sunlight could burn it up. You wait on the pilgrim to collect $Zhisher thoughts. $Zcapitalheshe sighs heavily after a few moments. "Sorry…I'm having a hard time." You nod. <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>"It's okay, take all the time you need."<<else>>"All the more reason for you to get it out, that's understandable."<</if>> <<if $Zphys is true>>Zahn starts after meeting your eye and giving you a small smile. "I know we haven't known each other but part of a season, but being with you and the others has opened my eyes to a lot of things."<<else>>"So," Zahn starts. "I know…I guess we're not exactly friends, at least yet. But, I've learned a lot of things from you and the others since I joined up."<</if>> "What sort of things?" you ask. "Just…how…." Zahn fidgets and then sniffles. "How I don't want to do this anymore." $Zcapitalhisher voice cracks. <<if $Zphys is true>>A small lump forms in your throat. "You don't want to stay with us anymore?"<<else>>Your brow arches. "Are you wanting to drop out from helping us?"<</if>> Zahn shakes $Zhisher head hard. "No! No, not at all. I //want// to stay with you. It's…" $Zcapitalheshe runs $Zhisher hands down $Zhisher face. "The only home and the only family I've really ever known is my church. I just thought…I thought all of these //things// were normal." Zahn vaguely gestures around and then to $Zhisher back. You shake your head. "I don't think things like that are. What you experienced was cruel, Zahn." $Zcapitalheshe nods. "I know that now. I guess I always knew it was mean, but I thought…I thought I deserved it. Every time, I believed that I deserved it." Zahn looks at you with tears welling in $Zhisher eyes. "And if I'm honest…I still do feel that way." "No one deserves to be treated that way, especially by people who are supposed to be family. I think if you distance yourself, eventually you'll understand that you don't deserve that.<<if $Zphys is true>> You deserve love the same as everyone, and I know you have a lot to give. To go through what you've been through, but still have a smile for everyone shows you are so much stronger than you think.<</if>>" Zahn takes a shuddering breath and then sobs quietly for a moment. $Zcapitalheshe scrubs at $Zhisher eyes. "I don't think the Acceptor will let me leave…" "He doesn't need to let you, you can just not go back, right?" "I hope it would be that easy, but he's…he's expecting me back and if I don't return or if he doesn't hear from me, I think he'll come looking." <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"All the more reason you must get out of that place and not look back. I can ask my parents about who we can talk to about that, they'll know who can help keep that man away from you."<<else>>"I dunno, we have a pretty scary group at our heels. I'm cursed and have nothing left to lose, Rune's a mage with a god-mother, Duri is a demigod, $wolf is…//huge//…personally, I think he should be more scared of us."<</if>> <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>Zahn smiles at you. "I can't believe you'd do that for me…"<<else>>Zahn grins at you. "I guess everyone would help, especially if you asked them to…"<</if>> "Of course!" you claim. "My parents taught me and always said that if you can do something, you should do something, no matter how small. I think the others would agree as well." [[Zahn falls silent for a while.|6.Z4]]

There's a question in the back of your mind that you're not sure you want the answer to, but still…you need to know. You don't want to upset Zahn further, but it is better to say something now while the wounds are still open. You clear your throat. "I need you to be completely honest with me…. Did they punish you because of what you were trying to do for me? For getting the texts?" Zahn looks away from you and that is all the confirmation you need. Guilt gnaws in your stomach as silence stretches out once again. After a heavy moment, Zahn breaks through it this time. "It wasn't //just// that, so you know. It really was because they saw my progress as…a failure. But…I'd do it again if I got to do it over. I'd make the same decision." $Zcapitalheshe looks at you with determination shining in $Zhisher eyes. "So…tell me what happened – all of it." Zahn breathes deeply, bringing $Zhisher cloak close again, clutching the fabric. "I sent a message while we were in Codrin requesting to visit and to report in. When I met with them, they knew I wasn't supposed to be in Codrin, so already they were suspicious I guess. I tried to act normal, told them I was going to leave and get back on track in a couple days." You nod<<if $Zfollow is true>> remembering how the others greeted Zahn when you followed $Zhimher. They didn't seem friendly or welcoming, not even polite<</if>>. "So," Zahn continues. "I went through the archives. Codrin's sect has been around longer than most, so they had a lot of books and journals. Some were so old that the pages crumbled when I touched them. I found something…something that might help, but I don't know for sure." "Is that what you brought with you?" you ask. "No…they caught me with it. It was a journal of some kind. I think it belonged to the Acceptor. There was a log inside of it – tracking Din's movement through Iroda and some other stuff about him." You cast a puzzled look at Zahn. "//Recent// movement. He's around somewhere, $mc, not at the Isles like everyone says. I stole it…it wasn't something I was supposed to look at, but I saw…I saw something in it about curses too." You perk up. "Does he lay curses? Break them?" Zahn shrugs, hanging $Zhisher head in defeat. "I don't know. I had to be quick so I couldn't read all of it there. I took it to the sleeping quarters and kept it in my bag. One of the other members…rifled through my things and found it. The only tomes I was able to take were under my mattress, and I'm still going through them – it's a lot." "So that's when they 'punished' you…. I'm…I'm so sorry," you murmur. "It's not your fault. I knew it was risky. But, I still learned something good, even if Valko isn't around, Din definitely is, and I think the Acceptor knows where. I don't know if he used curses to hurt people or if he broke them, but lots of the things I've read have said he was kind and he liked to help people…." "Zahn, are you implying that you'll go back to the Acceptor?" Your tone is firm, leaving no room for misunderstanding your feelings about this. You get a look from Zahn which could rival that of any puppy or kitten you've ever seen. You drop your head into your hands and sigh. "I can't ask you to risk that." Zahn's feet shift and kick a few stones toward the water's edge. "<<if $Zphys is true>>And I can't risk losing you…I won't. You said it yourself – if you can do something, you should,<<else>>If you can do something…you should,<</if>>" Zahn says with such simple finality that it makes the atmosphere feel colder somehow. You chew your lip as you contemplate how your family's words have been thrown back at you so easily. <<if $Zphys is true>>"I'm not leaving you alone to face that creep. You stay with me, you stay with us and we'll handle this together."<<else>>"You're not facing him alone."<</if>> Zahn smiles softly at you, but $Zhisher eyes are sad. "$mc…I don't think I'm a very good person, not really, not like how you or Oswin are. But I want to be. I've done some…things for my ch- the Acceptor that I'm not proud of. I don't want to do those things anymore. I'm tired of them hurting me. I don't know if I even believe that the gods should tell us how to live or not. Maybe by doing this, I can set things right – even if I don't need to, I want to. I need to do this for myself and show them I'm my own person. I won't be controlled anymore." $Zcapitalhisher determination brings a smile to your face. "You won't be alone this time, Zahn.<<if $Zstat5 is 'romantic'>> I'll make sure of it. We'll protect each other.<</if>>" [[You seal your promise with a friendly hug.|6.Z4a]] [[You clasp hands in agreement.|6.Z4b]] [[You stare into each other's eyes with determination.|6.Z4c]] $flirt_label [[You share a burning look between you which simmers with more than just determination.|6.Z4d]] <<if $Zphys is true>>$flirt_label [[Zahn…kisses you.|6.Z4e]] $flirt_label [[You…kiss Zahn.|6.Z4f]]<</if>>

A radiant smile spreads on Zahn's face as $Zheshe looks at you. There's a shine to $Zhisher eyes. "It's a promise," $Zheshe says. "Hug on it?" you suggest. Zahn turns toward you in a blink and spreads $Zhisher arms out. You turn and do the same, meeting in a tight embrace. You're sure to remain gentle at Zahn's back. <<if $height is 'verytall' and $bodytype is 'broad and sturdy'>>The difference in your frames is staggering, though Zahn seems happy to enjoy how you dwarf $Zhimher in size. You are extra gentle with $Zhimher, but $Zheshe puts full strength into the hug.<<elseif $height is 'tall' and $bodytype is 'broad and sturdy'>>The difference in your frames is staggering, though Zahn seems happy to enjoy how you dwarf $Zhimher in size. You are extra gentle with $Zhimher, but $Zheshe puts full strength into the hug.<<elseif $height is 'verytall' and $bodytype is 'athletic and agile'>>The difference in your frames is staggering, though Zahn seems happy to enjoy how you dwarf $Zhimher in size. You are extra gentle with $Zhimher, but $Zheshe puts full strength into the hug.<<elseif $height is 'tall' and $bodytype is 'athletic and agile'>>The difference in your frames is staggering, though Zahn seems happy to enjoy how you dwarf $Zhimher in size. You are extra gentle with $Zhimher, but $Zheshe puts full strength into the hug.<<elseif $height is 'short'>>$Zcapitalheshe pulls you in close, bringing your smaller frame fully into $Zhishers. Zahn holds you as tight as possible, one hand coming to the back of your head like you are precious or delicate.<<else>>$Zcapitalheshe cradles you like something precious, relaxing into your arms like $Zheshe has been holding tension for many years.<</if>> When you finally break apart, Zahn scrubs at $Zhisher eyes. "Now, let's go find something more fun! That weird merchant might still be out there…." The memory of the bumbling man pops into your head. "He did have fortune cards…I'm a bit curious, I've never seen anyone use them before." Zahn pops up, but twitches with a slight grimace at the sudden motion. "We should try it if he's still there!" $Zcapitalheshe holds out a hand, and you take it to stand. "Alright, let's try it out." [[You head out to discover your fortune.|6.Z5]]

You hold out your hand toward Zahn. "It's a promise…" A radiant smile spreads on Zahn's face as $Zheshe looks back at you. There's a shine to $Zhisher eyes. "It's a promise," $Zheshe repeats, grabbing your hand with a loud slap. Your opposite hands meet on top sealing the deal. When you finally break apart, Zahn scrubs at $Zhisher eyes. "Now, let's go find something more fun! That weird merchant might still be out there…." The memory of the bumbling man pops into your head. "He did have fortune cards…I'm a bit curious, I've never seen anyone use them before." Zahn pops up, but twitches with a slight grimace at the sudden motion. "We should try it if he's still there!" $Zcapitalheshe holds out a hand, and you take it to stand. "Alright, let's try it out." [[You head out to discover your fortune.|6.Z5]]

"It's a promise," you murmur. A radiant smile spreads on Zahn's face as $Zheshe looks back at you. There's a shine to $Zhisher eyes. "It's a promise," $Zheshe repeats with a soft nod. When you finally break your gaze apart, Zahn scrubs at $Zhisher eyes. "Now, let's go find something more fun! That funny merchant might still be out there…." The memory of the bumbling man pops into your head. "He did have fortune cards…I'm a bit curious, I've never seen anyone use them before." Zahn pops up, but twitches with a slight grimace at the sudden motion. "We should try it if he's still there!" $Zcapitalheshe holds out a hand, and you take it to stand. "Alright, let's try it out." [[You head out to discover your fortune.|6.Z5]]

"It's a promise," you murmur as your gaze find's Zahn' big blue eyes. A radiant smile spreads on Zahn's face as $Zheshe looks back at you. There's a shine to $Zhisher eyes. "It's a promise," $Zheshe repeats with a soft nod. You feel as though you can't look away, and Zahn doesn't seem to want to either. Unconsciously, you both lean closer. You appreciate the delicate lashes around $Zhisher eyes and how deep and clear the blue of $Zhisher irises are. They're like water, but you're still surprised when a tear slips free from the corner of Zahn's eye. The trance finally breaks, and Zahn scrubs at $Zhisher eyes. "Now, let's go find something more fun! That funny merchant might still be out there…." The memory of the bumbling man pops into your head. "He did have fortune cards…I'm a bit curious, I've never seen anyone use them before." Zahn pops up, but twitches with a slight grimace at the sudden motion. "We should try it if he's still there!" $Zcapitalheshe holds out a hand, and you take it to stand. "Alright, let's try it out." [[You head out to discover your fortune.|6.Z5]]

The two of you look into each other's eyes first. You find yourself lost in the bright blue pools of Zahn's gaze – sweet and soft. $Zcapitalheshe leans closer, <<if $height is 'verytall'>>putting one hand to your shoulder to bring you down closer<<elseif $height is 'tall'>>putting one hand to your shoulder to bring you down a bit closer<<elseif $height is 'average'>>putting you face to face<<else>>putting a gentle hand under your chin to tilt your head up<</if>>. You're nearly touching, and Zahn's gaze goes from your lips to your eyes. Your heart is beating hard, and $Zhisher face is turning bright pink. When you don't move away, Zahn closes the distance.<<if $Z5fool is true>> Though you've been more intimate than this before, it feels…//different//.<</if>> Zahn presses $Zhisher lips to yours softly. The first peck is sweet and brief. The second savors your lips a bit longer, and on the third, you feel the pressure of $Zhisher tongue. Zahn feels unusually shy, hesitant to press too hard or too long. But the more you open yourself, the more you linger, the further $Zheshe chases you. Zahn hums with satisfaction against your mouth, tasting all you will offer $Zhimher. In few too many heartbeats, it is over, and Zahn pulls away while sucking on your bottom lip. $Zcapitalheshe seems a bit unsteady at first, nearly panting but not from exertion. The desire in $Zhisher eyes is evident and palpable. <<if $Zstat5 is 'romantic'>>"//Wow//," $Zheshe says. "I've- Since when do kisses feel like //that//!? I've never…." Zahn stops, looking befuddled but happy.<<else>>"Shit, that felt good," Zahn says with a grin. "Going to be thinking about that for a long time…."<</if>> <<if $Zgen is 'male'>>He fidgets suddenly, reaching down and tugging at his pants. "Sorry," Zahn says quietly. "That kinda surprised me, guess I got just a little too worked up."<<else>>She fidgets a bit and clears her throat. "I guess that really worked for me…"<</if>> You smile and shake your head. "Perhaps we should move along then?" $Zcapitalheshe nods. "That's a good idea, otherwise I might just kiss you all day…. We should find something more fun! That weird merchant might still be out there…." The memory of the bumbling man pops into your head. "He did have fortune cards…I'm a bit curious, I've never seen anyone use them before." Zahn jumps with excitement but twitches with a slight grimace at the sudden motion. "We should try it if he's still there!" $Zcapitalheshe holds out a hand, and you take, holding firmly. "Alright, let's try it out." [[You head out to discover your fortune.|6.Z5]]

The two of you look into each other's eyes first. You find yourself lost in the bright blue pools of Zahn's gaze – sweet and soft. You lean closer, <<if $height is 'verytall'>>bending to Zahn's level as you pull $Zhimher close as you lift $Zhisher chin<<elseif $height is 'tall'>>bending to Zahn's level as you pull $Zhimher close<<elseif $height is 'average'>>putting you face to face<<else>>gently placing a hand on the back of Zahn's neck to bring $Zhimher to you<</if>>. You're nearly touching, and Zahn's gaze goes from your lips to your eyes. Your heart is beating hard, and $Zhisher face is turning bright pink. When $Zheshe doesn't move away, you close the distance.<<if $Z5fool is true>> Though you've been more intimate than this before, it feels…//different//.<</if>> Zahn presses $Zhisher lips to yours softly. The first peck is sweet and brief. The second savors your lips a bit longer, and on the third, you feel the pressure of $Zhisher tongue. Zahn feels unusually shy, hesitant to press too hard or too long. But the more you open yourself, the more you linger, the further $Zheshe chases you. Zahn hums with satisfaction against your mouth, tasting all you will offer $Zhimher. In few too many heartbeats, it is over, and Zahn pulls away while sucking on your bottom lip. $Zcapitalheshe seems a bit unsteady at first, nearly panting but not from exertion. The desire in $Zhisher eyes is evident and palpable. <<if $Zstat5 is 'romantic'>>"//Wow//," $Zheshe says. "I've- Since when do kisses feel like //that//!? I've never…." Zahn stops, looking befuddled but happy.<<else>>"Shit, that felt good," Zahn says with a grin. "Going to be thinking about that for a long time…."<</if>> <<if $Zgen is 'male'>>He fidgets suddenly, reaching down and tugging at his pants. "Sorry," Zahn says quietly. "That kinda surprised me, guess I got just a little too worked up."<<else>>She fidgets a bit and clears her throat. "I guess that really worked for me…"<</if>> You smile and shake your head. "Perhaps we should move along then?" $Zcapitalheshe nods. "That's a good idea, otherwise I might just kiss you all day…. We should find something more fun! That weird merchant might still be out there…." The memory of the bumbling man pops into your head. "He did have fortune cards…I'm a bit curious, I've never seen anyone use them before." Zahn jumps with excitement but twitches with a slight grimace at the sudden motion. "We should try it if he's still there!" $Zcapitalheshe holds out a hand, and you take, holding firmly. "Alright, let's try it out." [[You head out to discover your fortune.|6.Z5]]

You stare at Aster and then take a look around you. The wreckage is all over, the bodies of the bandits are dead on the ground around you. There's blood. Blood smears the boards from the wagon, it pools on the ground, and it splatters your skin and clothing. As you raise your arms, noting cuts and bruises all over, and the blood droplets that are not your own. "What?" you ask. "We need to talk," Aster repeats. You look behind you and out to the horizon where the road would be hoping to see your friends. But there's no one else. "I just…I was just abducted from my room, tied up, drugged…beaten and //harassed// and you want to pull me away…for a chat?" Aster's dark eyes shift around to the carnage at your feet. "I suppose that was probably daunting." Your eye twitches. <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"I need…I need a moment. Please."<<else>>"Yeah, I'd say it was pretty fucking daunting."<</if>> He backs up. "Take your time then. I'd recommend stepping away, of course." You walk away from the caravan as Aster walks closer to it. Once you're a distance away you take some deep breaths, your thoughts rattling around in your head so much that you can't tell them apart. You remember it all, but it feels distant but also unreal like you read it in a book. But…it happened. And it happened to you. [[You can't deal with this right now.|5.E4-2a]] [[You want to cry but can't.|5.E4-2b]] [[You want to scream but can't.|5.E4-2c]] [[You're frozen, your ears buzz.|5.E4-2d]]

<<set $aresponse to 'pushdown'>> You don't have time for this…you //don't//. It's another on a long list of things that you just cannot carry with you right now. You breathe, knowing that you should feel //something// right now. Can you really just walk away from the wreckage and ignore everything that just happened? Yes. Yes you can. You box it all up and shove it down. You have to keep going. You must press on. You cannot get distracted. There's too much at stake, too many unanswered questions, and so much farther to travel. "Apologies," Aster says softly, standing behind you. "I think for your own well-being, your moment should be over." You swallow down the last of your boxed-up thoughts and memories. "Yeah," you mumble. "The memories you found today will be waiting for you later. They tend to strike when you aren't looking. Be on your guard." You nod. "I recommend keeping busy – occupied." Aster gives you a clipped smile before turning to the side and gesturing out with his arm. "Please, accompany me now. At least some of what I have to say may bring you some…comfort?" [[You agree and begin to follow him.|5.E6]]

<<set $aresponse to 'cry'>> The tears won't come. They're there, you can practically feel them ready to burst from your eyes. But they don't. It's…stifling, and you don't understand why. It almost makes you panic, but even that doesn't come forward like it should. The feelings are there, but they're…shrouded. Have you finally snapped? Has distress become so constant that you're now immune? Or is this something…worse? You do not know how long it lasts before you feel a featherlight touch against your shoulder and jump. "Apologies," Aster says softly. "I think for your own well-being, your moment should be over." You clench your eyes shut, realizing how dry they are. You pinch the bridge of your nose as you hold them shut for a moment. "Sorry," you mumble. "Don't be. It is the way of things – why I wanted to distract you conversation. The memories you found today will be waiting for you later. They tend to strike when you aren't looking." You nod. "I recommend keeping busy – occupied." Aster gives you a clipped smile before turning to the side and gesturing out with his arm. "Please, accompany me now. At least some of what I have to say may bring you some…comfort?" [[You agree and begin to follow him.|5.E6]]

<<set $aresponse to 'scream'>> The sound never leaves your mouth. You feel it, like a physical lump in your throat, poised and ready to come forth. But it doesn't. It's…choking you, and you don't understand why. It almost makes you panic, but even that doesn't come forward like it should. The feelings are there, but they're…shrouded. Have you finally snapped? Has distress become so constant that you're now immune? Or is this something…worse? You do not know how long it lasts before you feel a featherlight touch against your shoulder and jump. "Apologies," Aster says softly. "I think for your own well-being, your moment should be over." You clench your eyes shut, realizing how dry they are. You pinch the bridge of your nose as you hold them shut for a moment. "Sorry," you mumble. "Don't be. It is the way of things – why I wanted to distract you with conversation. The memories you found today will be waiting for you later. They tend to strike when you aren't looking." You nod. "I recommend keeping busy – occupied." Aster gives you a clipped smile before turning to the side and gesturing out with his arm. "Please, accompany me now. At least some of what I have to say may bring you some…comfort?" [[You agree and begin to follow him.|5.E6]]

<<set $aresponse to 'frozen'>> In a blink, your mind is lost in the evening sky. The only thing between your ears is a sound like the chirping of summer cicadas – a cacophony of sounds so much and so loud that it fizzles out all else. There's…nothing. You do not know how long it lasts before you feel a featherlight touch against your shoulder and jump. "Apologies," Aster says softly. "I think for your own well being, your moment should be over." You clench your eyes shut, realizing how dry they are. You pinch the bridge of your nose as you hold them shut for a moment. "Sorry," you mumble. "Don't be. It is the way of things – why I wanted to distract you with conversation. The memories you found today will be waiting for you later. They tend to strike when you aren't looking." You nod. "I recommend keeping busy – occupied." Aster gives you a clipped smile before turning to the side and gesturing out with his arm. "Please, accompany me now. At least some of what I have to say may bring you some…comfort?" [[You agree and begin to follow him.|5.E6]]

Aster stands and dusts off his clothing. "Now then, I'm certain your little…gaggle of admirers are all in a tizzy over your disappearance. I'll guide you back to the city." Flashes of your ordeal flutter through your mind. "Stay busy," Aster says firmly, looking down at where you still sit, his face painfully neutral. He holds a hand out, clad in a fine leather glove, to you to help you up. [[Take it.|5.E7-2a]] [[Reject it.|5.E7-2b]]

<<set $Aheart2 +=1>> You grab hold as he easily pulls you to your feet. Once you are standing, he doesn't let go right away. Instead, he stares into your eyes. Without the light of the sun, his eyes look bottomless – dark mysteries surrounded by long pretty lashes. You wonder what he sees when he looks into yours. $flirt_label [[He removes his glove.|5.E7-2a1]] $flirt_label [[He smiles gently.|5.E7-2a2]] [[He releases your hand.|5.E7-2a3]]

<<set $Aheart1 +=1>> He smiles at you and wiggles his fingers in your face as you get up on your own. Aster's expression is akin to a cat watching something that it wants to pounce. He stays close, almost invading your space… $flirt_label [[He removes a glove and reaches out to you with his bare hand.|5.E7-2b1]] $flirt_label [[He smiles gently, getting even closer.|5.E7-2b2]] [[He steps back and gives you space.|5.E7-2b3]]

<<set $Aflirt +=3>> Releasing your hand, he swiftly takes the garment off, only to bring his hand to the side of your face. You're shocked at the soft and intimate gesture as his fingers lightly trail the line of your jaw until they reach your neck. He uses the leverage to coax you to look at him. <<if $height is 'verytall'>>Though your height rivals his, his stature makes you feel small.<<elseif $height is 'tall'>>He looms just over you, making you feel a bit smaller.<<elseif $height is 'average'>>He looms over you, making you feel so small.<<else>>He towers above you, leaning down to make you feel even smaller.<</if>> Aster's eyes trail all over your face, studying you for a long moment. Once his inspection is done, you feel his hand slide further to the back of your neck, gently making you look him in the eyes as he brings his face close to yours. You nearly startle, thinking briefly that he may be trying to kiss you. Instead, he tilts his head toward your ear and whispers, "Did you know there is an entire world within your eyes?" You turn your head to look at him, slightly shaking it. "No?" you respond. "It's one I'd like to visit, I think." He smirks as he rights himself and releases you. You stand there and blink, a little unsure of what just transpired. It felt like more than just a look, and…you kind of liked it. "So!" he says and claps his hands together once. "We best be off. Let's hope none of your friends are feeling particularly vengeful because I know at least half of them are really not going to like seeing me with you." [[Aster chuckles as he begins to lead you away.|5.E7-3]]

<<set $Aflirt +=3>> He holds your gaze as he leans forward. Then his eyes trail all over your face and the thought that he's memorizing it enters your mind briefly. Aster keeps hold of your hand, squeezing it lightly as he pulls it toward him. You take a step closer at his behest. <<if $height is 'verytall'>>Though your height rivals his, his stature makes you feel small.<<elseif $height is 'tall'>>He looms just over you, making you feel a bit smaller.<<elseif $height is 'average'>>He looms over you, making you feel so small.<<else>>He towers above you, leaning down to make you feel even smaller.<</if>> With his inspection done, his eyes return to yours and his look softens. Aster leans closer and you startle, thinking he's trying to kiss you at first. But he tilts his head toward your ear to whisper. "Did you know there is an entire world within your eyes?" You turn your head to look at him, slightly shaking it. "No?" you respond. "It's one I'd like to visit, I think." He smirks as he rights himself and releases your hand. You stand there and blink, a little unsure of what just transpired. It felt like more than just a look, and…you kind of liked it. "So!" he says and claps his hands together once. "We best be off. Let's hope none of your friends are feeling particularly vengeful because I know at least half of them are really not going to like seeing me with you." [[Aster chuckles as he begins to lead you away.|5.E7-3]]

As he looks at you, you can't help but feel a bit studied. Not in a judgemental way, though, more out of curiosity or a need to understand. You get the impression that Aster is holding back on the things he wants to say or ask. You simply stare at one another for a quiet moment, laden with a bit of awkwardness that makes him grin when his gaze finally breaks from yours. "So!" he says and claps his hands together once. "We best be off. Let's hope none of your friends are feeling particularly vengeful because I know at least half of them are really not going to like seeing me with you." [[Aster chuckles as he begins to lead you away.|5.E7-3]]

<<set $Aflirt +=3>> Slowly, Aster brings his hand to the side of your face. You're shocked at the soft and intimate gesture as his fingers lightly trail the line of your jaw until they reach your neck. He uses the leverage to coax you to look at him. <<if $height is 'verytall'>>Though your height rivals his, his stature makes you feel small.<<elseif $height is 'tall'>>He looms just over you, making you feel a bit smaller.<<elseif $height is 'average'>>He looms over you, making you feel so small.<<else>>He towers above you, leaning down to make you feel even smaller.<</if>> Aster's eyes trail all over your face, studying you for a long moment. Once his inspection is done, you feel his hand slide further to the back of your neck, gently making you look him in the eyes as he brings his face close to yours. You nearly startle, thinking briefly that he may be trying to kiss you. Instead, he tilts his head toward your ear and whispers, "Did you know there is an entire world within your eyes?" You turn your head to look at him, slightly shaking it. "No?" you respond. "It's one I'd like to visit, I think." He smirks as he rights himself and releases your hand. You stand there and blink, a little unsure of what just transpired. It felt like more than just a look, and…you kind of liked it. "So!" he says and claps his hands together once. "We best be off. Let's hope none of your friends are feeling particularly vengeful because I know at least half of them are really not going to like seeing me with you." [[Aster chuckles as he begins to lead you away.|5.E7-3]]

<<set $Aflirt +=3>> He holds your gaze as he steps forward. Then his eyes trail all over your face and the thought that he's memorizing it enters your mind briefly. Aster stands a slim breadth away from you. <<if $height is 'verytall'>>Though your height rivals his, his stature makes you feel small.<<elseif $height is 'tall'>>He looms just over you, making you feel a bit smaller.<<elseif $height is 'average'>>He looms over you, making you feel so small.<<else>>He towers above you, leaning down to make you feel even smaller.<</if>> With his inspection done, his eyes return to yours and his look softens. Aster leans closer and you startle, thinking he's trying to kiss you at first. But he tilts his head toward your ear to whisper. "Did you know there is an entire world within your eyes?" You turn your head to look at him, slightly shaking it. "No?" you respond. "It's one I'd like to visit, I think." He smirks as he rights himself and steps out of your space. You stand there and blink, a little unsure of what just transpired. It felt like more than just a look, and…you kind of liked it. "So!" he says and claps his hands together once. "We best be off. Let's hope none of your friends are feeling particularly vengeful because I know at least half of them are really not going to like seeing me with you." [[Aster chuckles as he begins to lead you away.|5.E7-3]]

<<set $Acodex to true>><<set $AstatCurrent to "Currently Undefined">> He introduces you to his horse, a mare he calls Samra; her mane falls in neat braids. You have no doubt that Aster painstakingly does her hair. She's very placid and completely brown save for a white snip on her nose and forehead. The poor horses that pulled the wagon you were trapped in are still spooked, though they seem to take comfort in Samra's quiet confidence. "You'll need to ride with me," Aster says. "Those two will buck at the slightest hint of trouble. If I bring you back even more banged up than you already are, your little swordsman guard dog will nip my ankles. I sincerely apologize if the proximity makes you uncomfortable. We will head straight to the city; it won't take long." You nod along. Aster fashions some long leads from the broken harnesses taken from the wrecked caravan and ties them loosely to Samra's saddle. Once settled, you mount up behind Aster and head off into the night toward Codrin. After a while, you spot who you presume is one of the dead caravan drivers with a bolt through their chest. Aster advises you to look away, but it's too late; you've already seen the body. You are so exhausted that you know sleep will find you easily tonight, but the images of your ordeal keep flashing in the back of your mind. It's the nights after this that you begin to worry about. [[About halfway in, you see someone in the distance…|5.E7-4]]

Someone who is approaching very fast. It's too dark to tell, but it is definitely a person on a horse, running full-tilt toward you. Suddenly, you catch the glint of moonlight off a drawn sword held at their side. "//Shit//," Aster curses as he scrambles for his crossbow. "That better be your dog coming to retrieve you…" Your thoughts go briefly to Duri. <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"Bit small to be $Dhimher," you remark dryly.<<else>>"Which one?" you quip.<</if>> The silhouette is familiar; it ''must'' be Oswin. You don't think you can take another battle with a bandit today, so you hold out hope that it truly is him. The horses pulled behind you are a bit spooked, grunting in aggravation, but staying put behind Samra. The horseman makes quick progress, and Aster keeps his crossbow up and aims out of caution. As the figure gets closer and you see the white patches of the horse in the low light, you determine that it really is Oswin. "It's him," you say<<if $Ostat3 is 'romantic'>>, the relief you feel is so profound that you almost get choked up<</if>>. Aster slows Samra and halts, holding his crossbow upward from his shoulder to signal that he's not a threat – currently. As Oswin nears, Flit slows to a canter, and he jumps off before she has the chance to stop. Even with only the moon and stars to see by, it is clear how //bereft// he is. He doesn't wear any of his armor, his tunic is as disheveled as his hair, and you're not even sure if his boots match. As Flit stops, you can see she is panting and sweating, her breath is hot enough to create light wisps of vapor against the cool spring air. "$mc…" Oswin says with a rasp. "I'm here…I'm here." His voice is raw. He raises his sword and points at Aster. "If I get wind of you having //anything// to do with this, I will cut that smile right off your fucking face." There's a stoneiness in Oswin's voice that you've never heard before. You can't see Aster's face, but you don't doubt that he's grinning just to be irritating. "Take it easy, merc," Aster drawls. "I've returned your precious cargo – extra tender – but alive. You're welcome." You hear the horses behind Samra begin to get restless, even though they've stayed relatively calm since stopping. You turn around to check them as Aster and Oswin trade barbs. In the darkness, you see two large glowing, yellow eyes and the profile of a giant wolf – Duri. At $Dhisher feet is the figure of a much smaller wolf – $wolf. You watch as a third visage jumps from Duri's back as $Dheshe shifts, revealing that Rune is also here. Your eyes scan the area, but you don't see Zahn, <<if $Zphys is true>>there's a sting of sadness in your heart<<else>>and your suspicion grows<</if>>. You spot Rune toss something at Duri, likely clothing, as you switch your attention forward once more. [[Aster is now pointing the crossbow at Oswin.|5.E7-5]]

While your attention was away from them, the two men escalated their jabs into something much more heated. As you try to cut into the conversation and cool it down, Oswin challenges, "Fine! Try it, you pompous brat!" Instantly, you hear the twang of the crossbow<<if $Ostat3 is 'romantic'>>, your throat constricts as terror grips it<</if>>. But sparks fly as Oswin's sword deflects the metal bolt rather easily. Aster startles, prompting Samra to get nervous and begin backing away. You feel him twitch, wanting to reach for another bolt. Oswin is so close now that Aster would be wounded or dead by the time the bow was reloaded. <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>"Enough!" you plead in desperation. "There's no reason for you two to fight. Stop this and let's talk."<<else>>"What the fuck do you two think you're doing!? I turn my head for a moment and you try to kill each other? Ridiculous!" you snap.<</if>> Aster tsks at you, but lowers the crossbow. Similarly, Oswin doesn't lose his sour expression, but sheaths his sword. The others approach from behind, and Aster starts when he hears them. You both dismount. "Where did you two come from?" Aster asks, his voice laden with a hint of suspicion. "You don't even have horses…." Duri glares back and shrugs as $Dheshe breezes past him on the way to your side. "We're just that quick." Rune sighs. "We split up at the city gates. Duri'naan and I took the side road on the east end and hitched a ride from a local. Zahn went to the west road on $mountname." "Zahn came back?" you ask. Rune nods. "Late this afternoon, around when Oswin discovered that you were missing. We set out right away to look for you." Oswin gets close to you but is quiet. His eyes silently look you over, and you can see that he's been crying. "We found someone who reported suspicious people loading something covered in bed linens into a wagon," he says quietly. "After that, we left town." He glares at Aster. "I have to say that I do not care for how you keep turning up." Duri snorts and raises a hand. "I second that." "Now, now," Rune tries to placate them. "Astrophel is no bandit or trafficker." "Thank you," Aster remarks, looking smug. The mage gives him a flat look in return. "He's a rude braggart who throws his money around to solve his problems, but not a trafficker." You're surprised as Aster smiles at the comment, touching a hand to his heart. "You //do// care, Lyreheart…." The group once again begins to squabble, this time with less posturing and more veiled barbs. Finally, you are surrounded by almost all of your friends again. $wolf leans against your leg, just keeping watch, paying no attention to the others as she gazes at you with soft and loving eyes. You're //safe//. You're ''safe''. You ''//are//'' safe, right? The events of the day are catching up with you, and your mind begins to spiral…. [[You take a moment to yourself to calm down.|5.E7-5a]] <<link 'You fall to your knees and embrace $wolf' '5.E7-5b'>><</link>> [[You seek comfort from Oswin.|5.E7-5c]] [[You wish Zahn was here.|5.E7-5d]] [[You seek comfort from Duri.|5.E7-5e]] [[You look to Rune for support.|5.E7-5f]] [[Your eyes fall on Aster…|5.E7-5g]]

She whimpers as you bury your face in her soft fur and press further in. <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>You sob into her shoulder, finally breaking with the stress of your ordeal.<<else>>Your body begins to shake with the frustration of how helpless you felt – anger and fear all tied up into one feeling.<</if>> The soft thump of her tail against the ground almost makes you smile. $wolf gently licks your shoulder and presses even closer. In another moment, you've been bowled over to the ground and $wolf is lying on you, her head on your chest. She's //heavy//. You pet her ears and scratch along her neck, making her give happy grunts as she relaxes. It's soothing to have her warmth pressed against you and feeling her thick fur through your fingers. You realize she smells slightly of lavender and you have no doubt that she's been subjected to a bath recently. After a few moments, you feel more like yourself and sit up. $wolf licks your face and nuzzles her nose into your neck. Once you are standing again, she stays at your heel, watching your face closely and with clear adoration. <<include "5.E7-5abcdefg">>

You turn on your heel and walk a few strides away from everyone. You begin to pace a bit, taking long breaths and focusing on the way the cold night air feels in your lungs. <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>You weep quietly, finally breaking with the stress of your ordeal.<<else>>Your body begins to shake with the frustration of how helpless you felt – anger and fear all tied up into one feeling.<</if>> It takes several moments for you to collect yourself and feel ready to return to the others. <<include "5.E7-5abcdefg">>

You stumble over to Oswin as he's in the middle of saying something. He stops and looks at you in shock at first, but his expression quickly morphs into one of concern. "$mc? What do you need? Name it," he says quietly. [[You need to be in his arms.|5.E7-5c1]] [[You need to hear his voice.|5.E7-5c2]]

You could use a bit of $Zhisher sunshine to ground you. Hope and longing draw your eyes outward to the fields around you. It's dark. It's empty. There is no sunshine on the horizon, cresting over the land to warm you. You feel cold. As you swallow down your hope, you see a flicker of movement in the darkness. Duri also notices and turns toward the interruption. "That's Sunflower," $Dheshe says. "Gotta be." Your party moves toward the figure that is running at you, much like how Oswin did. It doesn't take much longer for you to recognize the silhouette of $mountname. Hope bubbles up again. Zahn rushes to you and stumbles off the <<if $mount is 'mule'>>mule<<else>>horse<</if>> with difficulty, falling to $Zhisher knees. $Zcapitalheshe is panting as hard as the mount, sweating too, looking up at you with wet eyes. You hold an arm out to help $Zhimher up, but Zahn clasps, seeming desperate. "I should never have left!" $Zheshe cries. "I should have been there…I'm sorry, I'm so sorry! Are you okay? What did they do!? Where are they?" You kneel next to Zahn, who clasps your hands in $Zhishers. Big tears stream down $Zhisher face and $Zhisher hands shake badly, like Zahn is terrified or weak or both. $Zcapitalheshe doesn't look quite right to you. "I'm okay. They took me, but Aster here helped get me out of trouble." You nod over to the man in question. Zahn wipes $Zhisher eyes. "I shouldn't be the one crying after you went through that. You must be…I can't imagine how that feels." You manage a small grin. "I'm better now that you're here…." $Zcapitalheshe sniffles and nods. "I'll be here for you. Whatever you need. Count on me. I won't leave your side again." You feel the warmth of Zahn's concern and are reassured by how strongly $Zheshe clearly feels about your safety. You take a few deep breaths while hand in hand with Zahn to recenter. The group settles down as well, realizing that just because your ordeal is over for them…it's not over for you. After some discussion, everyone mounts up, aside from Duri who insists on walking with $wolf, and heads back to the city. With ample time, you decide to give an account of what happened. You touch on the facts and try not to linger too much on the details or the memory of it. Oswin is eerily silent through the whole thing, but eventually explains that he found your room had been disturbed, so he knew something had happened. Rune begins to work on healing you up on the way, insisting that you focus on sleep as soon as you return to the inn. [[You hope the trip back doesn't feel as long as the trip out.|5.E8]]

$Dcapitalheshe meets your eyes and $Dhisher gaze goes soft. Duri hurries to your side and offers you $Dhisher hand. "Lambchop…" $Dheshe says softly. You place your palm against Duri's and $Dheshe gently cradles your hand while pulling you in close. <<if $height is 'verytall'>>Duri looks up into your eyes as you hang your head<<elseif $height is 'tall'>>Duri looks into your eyes as you hang your head low<<elseif $height is 'average'>>Duri meets your gaze<<else>>You look up into Duri's eyes<</if>>. <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>You sob, finally breaking with the stress of your ordeal. Tears flood your face, but Duri doesn't look away.<<else>>Your body begins to shake with the frustration of how helpless you felt – anger and fear all tied up into one feeling. Duri doesn't look away from you.<</if>> The remorse in $Dhisher eyes is plain to see "I'm sorry that I wasn't there…if anyone could have sniffed out trouble, it was me, and I wasn't there. I was too caught up in my own thing." You just shake your head. "I just want it out of my head," you say quietly. Duri nods. "We'll get there, it takes time." $Dcapitalheshe life $Dhisher other hand, seeking silent permission with $Dhisher eyes. [[You let Duri embrace you.|5.E7-5e1]] [[You shake your head.|5.E7-5e2]]

$Rcapitalhisher gaze softens as $Rheshe looks back. You're briefly distracted by how unkempt Rune is. $Rcapitalheshe isn't wearing the normal flowing robes and is instead clad in a casual outfit – a soft linen button-up shirt which isn't buttoned correctly at all, high water trousers that are unlaced and held by a singular strap from a suspender. At Rune's hip is what appears to be a short brass pipe strapped in a holster. Seeing the orderly mage so out of $Rhisher element is…oddly comforting, and you didn't even notice $Rhisher approach. "$mc?" Rune addresses you softly. "Your eyes are distant, would you like to sit and breathe for a moment?" $Rcapitalheshe rests a gentle hand on your back, looking at you like $Rheshe expects that you might topple over at any moment. The gesture brings you back to the moment. "I'm…I don't know…." Rune nods and then leads you out away from the others. "That is perfectly fine. You will feel a lot; it's okay to be overwhelmed or even numb. Whatever you feel is warranted." You nod and swallow hard. "What…what do I do now?" you ask. "You take one moment at a time. Moments that all of us will be here for you during." <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>You sob, finally breaking with the stress of your ordeal. Tears flood your face, but Rune doesn't look away.<<else>>Your body begins to shake with the frustration of how helpless you felt – anger and fear all tied up into one feeling. Rune doesn't look away from you.<</if>> $Rcapitalheshe gestures up into the night sky. "Look up, $mc." You do. "Tell me what you see." You glance at Rune a moment curiously before looking up again. "The moon…" Your eyes scan the night sky. "Stars…there's some clouds, grey wispy ones." "Now, close your eyes," $Rheshe instructs. You do. "What do you hear?" Focusing only on sound, you pause for a moment. "The grass…it's rustling a bit in the breeze." "Mm-hmm." "Um, frogs – there's some croaking nearby and crickets too." You fall silent for another moment, straining to listen. "There's an owl…far off, I think." "Can you smell anything?" You breathe deeply. "I'm not…actually…the scented oils that you use in your hair." You peek one eye open and look at Rune. $Rcapitalhisher eyes go wide in surprise. "Oh, is it…do you like it?" You nod and then take a deep breath, opening both your eyes to focus on Rune completely. "Yes, I do." You feel lighter, more grounded. "Thank you." Rune nods and smiles, coming close to you again to speak softly. "When you ground yourself with your surroundings, it gives you power over the turmoil that will try to haunt you. Remember where you are or who you are to tap into your own strength. Lean on me – us – whenever you need." [[You nod in affirmation.|5.E7-5f1]] [[You raise your arms to silently ask for a hug.|5.E7-5f2]]

<<set $Aheart2 +=4>> He is already watching you and jerks back in surprise before looking at the rest of the group. They look similarly perplexed. For whatever reason, you immediately thought of him. Maybe because he already came to your rescue. Maybe you are too out of your mind at the moment. No one else really saw any of what you went through, but he did. He helped in his own way. You nearly stumble toward him and the others shy away, Oswin hesitating and nearly intervening before Rune places a hand on his arm to pull him back. Aster looks a bit lost, but approaches you. He sighs. "$mc…I already told you, keep busy. That's all I can offer. Don't look to me for comfort, I cannot help you." You shrug. "But you were already there for me…." <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>You weep, finally breaking with the stress of your ordeal.<<else>>Your body begins to shake with the frustration of how helpless you felt – anger and fear all tied up into one feeling.<</if>> He looks at you with a bit more softness but still an edge of discomfort. "Sure…I suppose I was. And now I'm advising you to lean on your friends over there. I am not the one to guide you through your turmoil." "What would you do in my situation then?" you ask. He sighs again. "I'd listen to the handsome bowman telling me to talk to someone else about it…. I already told you, keep your mind busy. Do you think I got to where I am by dwelling or dealing with all the shit that-" Aster goes quiet and a stony look falls over his face. "Stay busy or chat with your little doggie, not me." He says firmly before walking off toward his horse. Well…that didn't quite pan out to be very comforting, but at least you're distracted. You're not sure if any of what was said was overheard, but judging by Duri's sour expression, there was no hiding it from $Dhimher. <<include "5.E7-5abcdefg">>

With arms barely lifted towards him, Oswin understands immediately. He drops whatever animosity he has toward Aster and the situation. He scoops you into his arms, one around your torso and the other to cradle your head against him. <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>You sob into his tunic, finally breaking with the stress of your ordeal.<<else>>Your body begins to shake with the frustration of how helpless you felt – anger and fear all tied up into one feeling.<</if>> "It's okay, $mc," Oswin whispers. "I'm here. I'm never letting you out of my sight ever again. I swear it on my life. This is my fault, I let my guard down…. Put everything on me, I will carry it." He holds you for a long time, mumbling things as he hugs you tight and rubs your back. You barely register much of what he says, but just being near him helps you regain your courage and settle. <<include "5.E7-5abcdefg">>

Your jaw quivers as you stare into his eyes. "How…how do I deal with this, Oswin? What should I do?" He shakes his head and holds your gaze, his green eyes welling with unshed tears. "Whatever you need to, $mc. We talk about it, you cry or scream, whatever you need to do. It gets better, but it takes time." <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>You sob, finally breaking with the stress of your ordeal. Tears flood your face, but Owin doesn't look away.<<else>>Your body begins to shake with the frustration of how helpless you felt – anger and fear all tied up into one feeling. Oswin doesn't look away from you.<</if>> "It's okay, $mc," he whispers. "I'm here. I'm never letting you out of my sight ever again. I swear it on my life. This is my fault, I let my guard down…. Put everything on me, I will carry it." Oswin guides you to breathe through the intensity of your feelings until you regain a semblance of calm and courage. His eyes stay on you, keeping you focused. Even when you are not sure what he's saying, you still feel grounded under his kind eyes. <<include "5.E7-5abcdefg">>

The group settles down, seeming to realize that just because your ordeal is over for them…it's not over for you. Before you decide to begin the journey back, Duri spots Zahn running toward you with $mountname. $Zcapitalheshe rejoins you, relieved that you're okay and looking a little worse for wear. Like Oswin, Zahn has clearly been in tears, and $Zheshe doesn't act like $Zhisher normal cheery self. After some discussion, everyone mounts up, aside from Duri who insists on walking with $wolf, and heads back to the city. With ample time, you decide to give an account of what happened. You touch on the facts and try not to linger too much on the details or the memory of it. Oswin is eerily silent through the whole thing, but eventually explains that he found your room had been disturbed, so he knew something had happened. Rune begins to work on healing you up on the way, insisting that you focus on sleep as soon as you return to the inn. [[You hope the trip back doesn't feel as long as the trip out.|5.E8]]

$Dcapitalheshe looks unsure at first, but brings $Dhisher hand to the side of your face while searching your eyes. A moment later, Duri moves $Dhisher other hand to the other side of your face, wiping tears of frustration from your cheeks with $Dhisher thumbs. <<if $height is 'verytall'>>Duri brings your face down to $Dhishers and gently presses your foreheads together.<<elseif $height is 'tall'>>Duri brings your face down to $Dhishers and gently presses your foreheads together.<<else>>Duri presses $Dhisher forehead to yours.<</if>> $Dcapitalhisher eyes are soft when they look into yours. The brighter golds shine through even though it is so dark around you. The contact helps you settle for the time being. You take a few deep breaths and Duri watches you with an edge of sadness in $Dhisher gaze. Once you break apart, $Dheshe looks a bit fraught, retreating to the edge of the group. <<include "5.E7-5abcdefg">>

Duri squeezes your hand before letting go, but holds your gaze for a long moment. "I'm sorry that I wasn't there to help you.<<if $Dstat is 'romantic'>> I won't leave your side like that again, I promise.<</if>>" You nod, a lump in your throat. "Wasn't your fault," you croak. $Dcapitalheshe shakes his head. "I guess I know that, but it doesn't feel that way. I was so busy chasing shadows the whole time we were in the city…." Duri stares into your eyes one last time, the brighter gold colors shining through despite how dark it is. The reassuring gaze helps you settle for the time being. You take a few deep breaths and Duri watches you with an edge of sadness in $Dhisher eyes. Once you break apart, $Dheshe looks a bit fraught, retreating to the edge of the group. <<include "5.E7-5abcdefg">>

Rune smiles at you and then gestures toward where everyone waits to lead you back. <<include "5.E7-5abcdefg">>

Rune readily embraces you, pressing you close and rubbing your back. $Rcapitalheshe smells even more delightful up close. You smile. While holding you, $Rheshe says, "If you need more of these, come to me anytime. My arms are open to you." As you part, Rune smiles at you and then gestures toward where everyone waits to lead you back. <<include "5.E7-5abcdefg">>

It doesn't take long for Oswin to begin drilling Aster about his involvement with your predicament and then why he got involved. After ribbing Oswin with little taunts, Aster finally gives in and explains all that he told you. He adds, however, that since he noticed you at the market and felt the power in your curse, that he'd been 'hanging around' the inn to observe you. Duri grumbles about it, apparently having a suspicion for a while that something wasn't right. This only makes Aster brag about being adept at keeping out of sight. The magic scholar explains that he simply felt another odd spike in the flow of magic that led to your quarters. From there, he was able to follow the trail out of town. Both Oswin and Rune balk about how he should have notified them. But Aster freely admits that he wanted to speak to you alone without their influence, and that he knew he could //handle// the bandits. All of your companions voice disagreement at this. Finally, before you reach the city, Aster explains how he may be able to break your curse. This, at least, gives everyone pause. Even Oswin listens without complaint as he explains all that he told you earlier. "So," he concludes. "I'll tag along with your cute little group, and I can study $mc and how the ring interacts with the curse." "No," Oswin declares with no explanation. Aster sighs. "$mc already agreed, it isn't for you to decide, little guard dog." Duri snorts. "We cannot confirm anything you just told us," Oswin rebuts. "Fine," the scholar says. "Allow me to show you the ring. It shouldn't harm you, but Lyreheart and your barefoot pauper should probably stand back. Sorry, $mc…" He begins to rummage through his pockets. You gasp. "Don't!" He freezes and grins at you. "Won't take but a second…." You shake your head. "Oswin, trust me, whatever it is…. It's real. I felt it already, I don't want to again." Oswin lowers his voice to a growl. "What did he do, $mc? Did he hurt you with it?" You grow quiet, which makes everyone turn to look at Aster, who looks the picture of innocence. "I confirmed my suspicions, and I had to prove myself anyway," he states, unruffled by everyone's reactions. "//Magic hunters//," Rune scoffs. Oswin looks as if he is about to burst. To your surprise, Duri walks closer to Aster's horse, which reacts nervously. Duri grins in $Dhisher characteristically //wolfish// way. "Pull something like that again and I will tear your throat out. Also, if you refer to me as 'barefoot pauper' like it's an insult again, I'll piss in your boots." "Noted," Aster replies, not quite looking alarmed, but perhaps a bit more wary. Zahn is silent, but $Zhisher face looks very fraught. Rune finally breaks the tension. "I understand why everyone would be a bit upset over Aster's actions. He's a fool, but I can lend support to his theory. In my time with Casimir, she mentioned some things that would suggest there was another ancient one who was unstable." Aster chuckles. "Aigar's favorite…." he mumbles. "Quite." Rune tsks. "The sword she carries was enchanted by this god. I asked her about it years ago, but she didn't go into details. It didn't seem like she wanted to or that it mattered at the time." "Figures," Aster quips. "So, I think that under some supervision, it would be fair and a viable endeavor to allow Aster along with us," Rune concludes, addressing Oswin. Then, $Rheshe glances at you. "But even if you do not agree, Oswin, this //is// $mc's choice, not ours." Oswin aquiesses with a sigh and nods at you, grunting some sort of apology, either to you or Aster, you're not sure. At long last, you reach the city, and once the guards see both Rune and Aster, they happily take the report about the bandits and allow you inside. Aster gives their horses over to the city for care as well. [[You look forward to sleep….|5.E9]]

$wolf falls happily into step with you both as you head further through town. She must be happy here as she seems to prance everywhere she goes, looking around wide-eyed at all the new sights, and sticking her nose in the air each time she smells something interesting. The townspeople are less enthused when they spot her. A couple give appreciative nods, looking impressed by the wolf, while others go bug-eyed and take steps back. <<if $ReservedOutgoing > 49>>You typically appreciate your space anyway, and most people know not to bother you with small talk but the distance they're keeping is much greater than normal.<<else>>Normally, you garner more attention, and several people like to speak with you even just in passing, but now they're giving you an unusually wide berth.<</if>> Most simply wave or nod from a distance as you pass. Zahn seems blissfully unaware of their turmoil. When you make it all the way through town to the outer edge, you spot the colorful caravan again. You're glad to see that even though it has been some days since you first arrived it is still around. You spot Corman on the roof of it, sprawled out and basking in the sun. From a distance you can also barely see two paws sticking up as well. As you come closer, you call out, "Hello? Corman?" Zahn points to the little cat's feet sticking up from the top of the caravan and giggles. You call out a second time, knocking on the side of the wagon. Corman sits up suddenly, looking dazed as he glances around and then down at you. He smiles. "Hello again, friends!" He gently nudges the cat. "Peppers, we have guests, look alive now." The orange cat rolls over and stretches, arching his back and then yawning wide. With a surprising amount of grace, Corman flings his legs over the edge of the caravan and hops down. Unfortunately, his grace ends there as Peppers, who is rather plump, jumps and lands on his shoulders and begins sliding down the merchant's back. Corman pitches forward with a loud grunt. His face peels into a pained expression as the cat's back claws struggle to keep him from falling. Zahn swoops in and plucks the heavy orange furball from the man's back. Peppers settles in happily, beginning to purr loudly at the attention. "Thank you," Corman says. "We're still working on that…he doesn't quite understand how large and…unrefined he can be." "Is your back okay?" you ask. "I'm sure it's fine. Not the first scratch I've had, for sure." He smiles warmly at you. "Um, forgive me…but your names were?" He rubs the back of his neck. You place a hand on your chest. "$mc Northbreaker and this is my companion, Zahn." "Oh! That's right, that's right. Apologies, the days have been long, and I fear I've hit a spot of malaise lately." Zahn makes a strangled noise. "I'm sorry that we woke you up, we can leave if you aren't feeling well." Corman shakes his head. "Oh, no, it's not that. I'm not ill, at least I don't believe I am. I'm still open for business. By chance have you decided to take me up on a card reading? Your friend…um…" He snaps his fingers a few times. "The lovely <<if $Rgen is 'female'>>woman<<else>>man<</if>> – long robes, purple…purple everything?" "Rune," you offer. "Yes! Yes, Rune. $Rcapitalheshe paid me a visit, though $Rheshe seemed less interested in my reading and more in the cards themselves." He shrugs. "I won't complain, $Rheshe was very generous." Zahn seems giddy, wiggling in place. "So, you can really read cards for us? I want to do that, please. I've heard about it, but I've never seen anyone do it before." The merchant nods, smiling wide. "As long as you don't tell my boss…it's also a gold per reading<<if $misscleo is true>>, except for $mc here. My memory may be a bit scattered lately, but I remember the kindness you showed me. And, you know, I'm happy to go ahead and extend the offer to your excitable friend here as well." Zahn claps. "Yes! I'm so excited! Thank you!" "Thank you, Corman," you say.<<else>>. You dig into your coin pouch, procuring two gold pieces. To your shock, Zahn produces $Zhisher own payment so you put one of your coins back. The trip has made your purse light these days, so you're a little thankful. The question must be plain on your face as Zahn blushes. "Um, your da has had me do some extra work that he insists on paying me for…" $Zcapitalheshe shrugs. You wrinkle your nose as you hand over the money. "Like what?" "Cleaning mostly…we reorganized the pantry the other day, I shook out all the rugs too, and I helped him patch a bunch of clothes for your papa." You give Zahn an appreciative smile. No doubt, these are things that you'd need to do for him if your fathers weren't so insistent that you keep resting. You do hope it's not straining Zahn either, but $Zheshe does seem mostly better.<</if>> With the payment settled you await Corman's instructions. He doesn't look terribly //magical// to you, but perhaps the cards are the secret to that. <<if $misscleo is true>>He gives you a shy smile before moving along.<<else>>After tucking the coins away he gives you a nod.<</if>> "Now, you'll need to go one at a time, unfortunately. I hope you weren't counting on being together. The magic around you will guide the cards. If you are together, it may cause mistakes and your messages will become crossed. The wagon is also…on the small side. Most of it is used for storage. There's just enough room for us to sit across a small table though." "That makes sense," you muse as you look at the caravan. Corman bows slightly. "Now, I'll go prepare if you'll provide me with just a few moments. Then, when one of you is ready, just pop in and we'll get started." [[You anxiously await your fortune…|6.Z6.T]]

<<nobr>><<if $Ostat3 is 'romantic'>><<set $romantic to true>><</if>> <<if $Zstat5 is 'romantic'>><<set $romantic to true>><</if>> <<if $Dstat is 'romantic'>><<set $romantic to true>><</if>> <<if $Rstat is 'romantic'>><<set $romantic to true>><</if>> <<if $Astat is 'romantic'>><<set $romantic to true>><</if>> <<if $Astat is 'conflicted'>><<set $romantic to true>><</if>><</nobr>> You take a seat and lean against one of the caravan's wheels. Given how excited Zahn is, you insist that $Zheshe goes first. Once sufficient time has passed, $Zheshe goes up the short steps and enters through the back of the caravan. Then, it goes quiet. All there is to do is wait and wonder what a card reading is like. It was only on a trip to Lale when you were a child that you saw others hawking offerings of readings on the streets. Your da had sneered at them, calling them frauds. With all the magic and mayhem you've encountered, a little more can't hurt. Maybe it really can provide you some insight or something. $wolf rolls on her back at your side, keeping her head in your lap. Peppers is unphased by her, plopping down on your other side. You sigh, even if you aren't blood-related, Papa's way with animals seems to rub off on you. Several minutes pass and you lose track as your eyes flutter shut in the warmth of the afternoon. You snap from the stupor when you hear someone descend the steps. Zahn comes around with a smile. "That was really fun!" $Zheshe croons. "I think I learned a couple things, but it wasn't like I thought it would be." You stand and brush off your clothes. "Can you share what you learned?" "You'll see, it's…it's not as straightforward as I assumed. I'm going to think on it more." Zahn rubs at $Zhisher eyes, and it's only then that you notice that they're rimmed in pink. "Are you okay?" you ask. $Zcapitalheshe nods. "Yeah, got a little emotional too…Corman didn't know what to do, so if you feel anything, be prepared because he's really awkward." Zahn laughs. You nod. Since $Zheshe seems to be genuinely pleased, you're not terribly worried, but you are curious about what made $Zhimher cry. You exchange a quick peasantry before heading to the back of the caravan yourself. [[You'll see if fortune will smile at you as well.|6.Z7.T]]

You pass through the back door, which is quite narrow<<if $height is 'verytall'>> and difficult for you to rangle your limbs through.<<elseif $height is 'tall'>> and difficult for you to rangle your limbs through.<<else>> but manageable for you to squeeze through.<</if>> A heavy curtain serves as a door, and just inside of it, you find Corman at a very small table. A chair stands right in front of you and the rest of the caravan is blocked off by another heavy curtain. The merchant seems a little embarrassed. In the flickers of light from a hanging lantern, you catch that his face is tinged pink. "Again, I apologize for how cramped it is. I've considered getting a tent to pop up outside. The rest of the wagon is filled with merchandise and some of my belongings, so this is the best I can do for a private reading." "It's fine," you say as you take a seat. You note that the cards are in the center of the table, bundled in cloth. "So, how much do you know of this?" Corman asks as he grabs and unwraps the cards. "Nothing," you admit. "My da has said that it's a scam and that's about all I've experienced of it." Corman chuckles. "Well, I'd actually agree with your da on that for the most part. Most of the readers you encounter won't have true skill in it. It's sensationalized often." "But you're an exception?" He nods. "There are not many things I am so confident in…but the cards found me." He shrugs and begins to shuffle the deck. "Now, I will also say that the cards are never exact. They are at times very literal, but not always. Much of your reading will be better interpreted by you." You tilt your head. "So why do you //read// them then?" "Think of me as a guide and possible translator. Magic is all around us still today even if it is not as potent. Magic that is around you, knows you. It sees elements of the futures, the now, and the past. The cards typically have known meanings or interpretations, but even in that, they can mean other things to certain people. The principle of fortune cards is not to simply tell you what to do, it is to help you understand your bigger picture. Grasping how life can look for you will help you make choices or even simply prepare you for the good or bad." "Okay," you say. "So, perhaps it's like speaking with an elder, someone wise?" He nods. "Yes, I like that analogy. Whatever your attunement to the magic around you, it typically has something to say." Corman holds the deck out to you. "These were checked thoroughly after your friend's reading. I have shuffled and cut them several times, but now it is your turn. Shuffle them, rifle through them, cut them however you see fit as long as it is done by your hand. Once you are done, they must remain face down in the stack." <div class="centered-image"> <<include "card">></div> As you take the cards and begin to shuffle them, you take note of how thick and heavy they feel. The backs are quite lovely with a red lace design on the corners with the silhouette of two cats in the middle. Since you're curious, you flip through some of them face up, noting that they are inked with pictures but no words. You're surprised that you don't feel the tingle of magic or the pull of your mark either. <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>You shuffle them in meticulous order, splitting them into smaller piles and then shuffling each pile before joining them together again.<<else>>You spread them out across the table, using both hands to jostle them around before sweeping them up into a stack again.<</if>> Once you are satisfied, you give a nod to Corman and leave them at the center of the table. He leans forward. [["''Let's begin.''"|6.Z8.T]]

Corman clears his throat. "Every reading has similar components and consists of five or six draws. For the first few, you will receive six cards face down and you will flip a card – whichever calls to your hand the most. The first draw is a test to ensure that the magic around you is speaking. It is often the most literal as it pertains to your daily life in some way. Most people interpret their jobs, skills, or family in the card. If it resonates with you, the rest of your reading will also work." You follow along as Corman deals out the first six cards, set in two rows on the table. Just by looking at them, you don't //feel// anything. "Raise your hand over them and just pick in a way that feels natural to you. Flip it over in any way – some people feel led to spin them first, some people flip them from the side or top or bottom." Following Corman's guidance you hold your palm out over the cards. [[One|T1]] [[Two|T1]] [[Three|T1]] [[Four|T1]] [[Five|T1]] [[Six|T1]]

Corman clears the other cards and nods at you to continue. You place your hand on it to flip and feel a slight tingle…. The face of the card displays <<if $interest is 'choppin'>>a myriad of flowers along its edges. Two cupped hands are depicted – one holds a pile of soil, and the other struggles to contain water. "The Gardener," Corman says with a smile. "A fairly straightforward response for some. Does it resonate?" You think for a moment. You've felled so many trees over the years that you aren't sure if you'd call yourself a gardener. But, you remember your papa's first lesson – for every one you take, plant two. You've cultivated twice the trees that have been sacrificed to your blade. You nod. "Well, I'm a lumberer mostly, but my father and I have a tree nursery as well. I've tended it since I was a child. We've planted trees all over." "Excellent," he says. "The cards are responsive to you then. There is no card specific to lumberwork and if planting has a significant role…"<<elseif $interest is 'woodin'>>several wood-working tools. Saws, hammers, and nails fill the center while the left and right edges depict tree trunks. "The Carpenter," Corman says with a smile. "A fairly straightforward response. Does it resonate?" You nod. "I am actually a carpenter. My papa has been teaching me since I was a child." "Excellent," he says. "The cards are responsive to you then."<<elseif $interest is 'swordin'>>a large shield right in the center. Two swords are crossed at the top and two axes are crossed underneath it. "The Guardian," Corman says with a smile. "A fairly straightforward response for most. Does it resonate?" You nod. "I work for the town guard mostly. I've trained in swordsmanship since I was a child." "Excellent," he says. "The cards are responsive to you then."<<elseif $interest is 'archin'>>a drawn bow with an arrow nocked and ready to fire. Leaves and foliage decorate the edges, with small creatures such as rabbits and squirrels hiding within. "The Archer," Corman says with a smile. "A fairly straightforward response for most. Does it resonate?" You nod. "I work for the town guard sometimes, but I participate in tournaments whenever I can. I've trained in archery since I was a child." "Excellent," he says. "The cards are responsive to you then."<<elseif $interest is 'healin'>>glass bottles filled with dark liquids, several plants, and a mortar and pestle. "The Alchemist," Corman says with a smile. "A fairly straightforward response for certain folk. Does it resonate?" You nod. "I work as a healer. I must do a fair bit of alchemy to make poultices and tonics as well." "Excellent," he says. "The cards are responsive to you then."<<elseif $interest is 'tradin'>>a pile of gold in the center flanked by quill pens. Along the edges, the image of hands holding various items is depicted. "The Merchant," Corman says with a smile. "A fairly straightforward response for certain folk. Does it resonate?" You nod. "I've been doing trading for years now." "Excellent," he says. "The cards are responsive to you then."<<elseif $interest is 'cookin'>>a pair of cupped hands holding a pile of grain. A myriad of vegetables and fruits are all along the edges along with chickens, cows, and sheep. "The Shepherd," Corman says with a smile. "It's a card about feasting and caretaking, at least at face value." You nod. "Well, I've been a cook for years now." He nods. "That's a good sign then. There is no card specific to cooking, so this is the closest you'd probably get, which means the cards are responsive to you."<</if>> A little shiver of excitement goes up your back. This could really work for you? Will you learn anything? Corman grins. "I feel a swell around you, $mc. I think the powers that be are eager to speak." <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>You raise an eyebrow at that. "That's a good thing, right?"<<else>>You smirk. "Can't say as I blame them, I'm fun to talk to."<</if>> He laughs. "Yes, yes of course. Now, the second draw concerns your past. I always disclose that I am not given specifics about the subject the cards may speak of. Some know right away what this concerns, others sometimes need to think about the message until it clicks." You hum an acknowledgment as Corman shuffles the deck and then lays out six more cards from the top face down. As you stare at the selection, you are surprised as your hand seems to tingle. You hover it over each card in wonder, but one card in particular, makes it tingle more…. [[One|T2]] [[Two|T2]] [[Three|T2]] [[Four|T2]] [[Five|T2]] [[Six|T2]]

<<if $mommyissues is 'sad'>><<if $interest is 'choppin'>>The Gardener appears again…<<else>>The face of the card is toward you and displays a myriad of flowers along its edges. Two cupped hands are depicted – one holds a pile of soil, and the other struggles to contain water.<</if>> "The Gardener," Corman says. <<if $interest is 'choppin'>>"Again…likely less literal this time, mind you."<</if>> At a glance, you aren't sure what your past has to do with this, so you look at your card-reader. He stares at the card with his brow furrowed, almost as if he's listening carefully. "The Gardener is a card about nurturing, at its core, when it is upright," he begins. "There is…a legacy in the sacrifices made whether they are your own sacrifices or those made on your behalf. There's beauty in receiving this card, especially for something that may weigh on your past, $mc. You…" He stills and takes a deep breath. There's a sheen to his eyes. "Enjoy your walk in the garden, because the hands that tended it, did it for you." You swallow hard.<<elseif $mommyissues is 'anger'>>The card you flip is upside down. It displays the silhouette of a person with the sun behind them as they float above houses and other people. The people all lift their hands above toward the floating one. "The Inheritor," Corman states. "But, reversed." His brow scrunches in thought. "When upright, it often means something along the lines of closing a journey so that a new one can begin. Being in reverse, it may indicate that there is something you are unwilling to let go of, to end. Like…" You watch as Corman leans forward and appears to be straining to listen. He continues, "Like an open wound that you will not allow to heal. In order to embrace what has been left for you, you may need to come to terms with it or find what you are missing." You swallow hard.<<elseif $mommyissues is 'thankful'>>The card displays a silhouette of a person with the sun behind them as they float above houses and other people. The people all lift their hands above toward the floating one. "The Inheritor," Corman states. "This card often signifies a journey of sorts… You watch as Corman leans forward and appears to be straining to listen. He continues, "You may have completed a journey, this past trial or task already, and have put it to rest. Perhaps you are thankful for it, even if it was difficult. The next trial is before you, and even if you feel uncertain about what may be ahead, you are ready to reap the rewards. You are ready to receive your inheritance." You lean back in your chair.<<elseif $mommyissues is 'guilt'>>The card is upside down. It displays a petite crown atop two crossed scepters. An array of roses makes up the border. "The Queen," Corman states. "Reversed…. When upright, this card is often about sacrifice and achieving your goals." You watch as Corman leans forward and appears to be straining to listen. He continues, "There are challenges ahead of you, but you are burdened. This burden could be a detriment to your success if you let it own you. Maybe you feel like you are undeserving of your status…perhaps you feel that sacrifices have been made in vain and that you are not fit to wear the crown. If you are to thrive, you must learn to accept things as they are." You swallow hard.<<elseif $mommyissues is 'okay'>>The card displays a petite crown atop two crossed scepters. An array of roses makes up the border. "The Queen," Corman states. "This card is often about sacrifice and achieving your goals." You watch as Corman leans forward and appears to be straining to listen. He continues, "There are challenges ahead of you, and you are prepared to face them. You look back at the sacrifices made on your behalf and embrace what they cost. You take up your crown with reverence for those who placed it upon your head, knowing what it cost them. You are prepared to achieve your goals and justify the power entrusted to you." You lean back in your chair.<</if>> The merchant watches you for a moment. "If you aren't okay, it is perfectly normal to need a break or want to stop. Some things may suddenly resonate with you and it can be difficult." You shake your head. "No, I think it's given me pause, but I'm okay for now." Corman smiles. "Good, the next draw is one done mostly out of tradition. Not that it can't teach you anything, but in ancient practice the cards were asked if you had the favor of a god or gods to aid your journey. It's a bit of a…um, moot question since there is no such thing as favor anymore, but the draw order was never changed." "Interesting," you muse. "That's about 1000 years of tradition then?" He nods, shuffles, and then begins to lay out the next six selections. "Cards have changed a great deal, and new draws have been created, but I have found the most beneficial readings stick with the traditional methods." You stare at the six options, wondering if you may learn anything from them. It's hard to not think about your mark and wonder if, considering your curse, this card may be unfavorable. Holding your hand out, you feel a tingle yet again…. [[One|T3]] [[Two|T3]] [[Three|T3]] [[Four|T3]] [[Five|T3]] [[Six|T3]]

You flip the card and Corman leans forward. <<if $godopinion is 'in favor'>>Depicted are the sigils of the first two gods Hayat and Casimir together. As they are the inverse of each other and siblings, Hayat's is the top half of a sun and Casimir's is the bottom. The bottom of the card shows a hand reaching up toward the sigils. The merchant snaps back suddenly and fixes you with a curious gaze. "The Cleric…" You watch him back with equal curiosity. "You seem shocked," you remark. "In truth, I am…many either do not receive a call for a particular card for this draw anymore nor are the cards ever so…pertinent. Still, there's an element of chance." "What does it mean?" "The Cleric is one of few cards specific to the gods. It means other things, of course, but it just seems quite pointed." He chuckles and then leans forward to study the card. "Everything you need is already within you…. Faith is rewarded, and your hardships are lessons learned so that you may teach others. Your path will bring enlightenment and happiness." Your eyes widen. This sounds like a very positive reading. Is it a fluke or not? You felt the same tingle as you did the other draw. Corman smiles, but you note that his brow is still furrowed. Is he alarmed or merely perplexed? <<elseif $godopinion is 'against'>>The card is reversed. Depicted are the sigils of the first two gods Hayat and Casimir together. As they are the inverse of each other and siblings, Hayat's is the top half of a sun and Casimir's is the bottom. The bottom of the card shows a hand reaching up toward the sigils. The merchant snaps back suddenly and fixes you with a curious gaze. "The Cleric…//reversed//." You watch him back with equal curiosity. "You seem shocked," you remark. "In truth, I am…many either do not receive a call for a particular card for this draw anymore nor are the cards ever so…pertinent. Still, there's an element of chance." "What does it mean?" "The Cleric is one of few cards specific to the gods. It means other things, of course, but it just seems quite pointed." He chuckles and then leans forward to study the card. "You…to turn your back on the gods is to deny their favor. But your resilience and resistance means you can make your own path, change your own fate without their blessings. You are warned that a lack of faith may inhibit your motivation or ability." Your eyes widen. This doesn't sound as negative as you may have initially thought. Is it a fluke? You felt the same tingle as you did the other draw. Corman smiles, but you note that his brow is still furrowed. Is he alarmed or merely perplexed? <<elseif $godopinion is 'neutral'>>The card is reversed. It depicts a scale weighted with all manner of different things on both sides to keep them level. Corman tilts his head. "The Balance reversed…." "Does this mean I'm imbalanced if it's upside down?" you ask. He shakes his head. "Not necessarily. It's an unusual card to pull for this draw. Most fortune card decks do not even have one anymore, but mine is quite old and traditional." "Why would balance be omitted?" He shrugs. "If your path is already level, do you feel the need to ask for support?" "I suppose not always." Corman studies the card. "The Balance in reverse can be tricky because it does not necessarily mean imbalance as you might assume." His face scrunches as he concentrates. "You…there's both an abstinence and acceptance here. You do not see both sides for what they really are or could be. This may prove to be folly. If you insist on not seeing, you have already made your choice without knowing. The…casualties of not choosing may be too great to bear." "//Casualties//?" you echo. "Is that literal?" He shrugs. "I do not know, but often the magic around the cards speaks in allegory. It's not for me to interpret exactly what it means to you. This…I feel a resonance with you here." Corman looks around, his brow pinched in the center. "I do not usually make suggestions, but I feel that this is a cautionary tale. Just be careful in the future." You nod, unsure of how to feel. <<elseif $godopinion is 'realistic'>>The card depicts a scale weighted with all manner of different things on both sides to keep them level. Corman tilts his head. "The Balance…an interesting card to receive here." "Balance is good, right?" He nods. "Mostly, but it's rare to receive on any draw, especially this one. Most fortune card decks do not even have one anymore, but mine is quite old and traditional." "Why would balance be omitted?" He shrugs. "If your path is already level, do you feel the need to ask for support?" "I suppose not always." Corman studies the card. "The Balance is one card that is most often literal. It's simpler to understand than its inverse. Few things are in true balance with each other, but you've managed it. You've wisely considered both sides and split the weight so that neither is competing with the other. But caution is still needed. Each side may grow or lessen to a degree, tipping the scale. You must remain focused to maintain the balance, otherwise circumstances may make your choices for you. The…casualties of this may be too great to bear." "//Casualties//?" you echo. "Is that part literal too?" He shrugs. "I do not know, but often the magic around the cards speaks in allegory. It's not for me to interpret exactly what it means to you. This…I feel a resonance with you here to a degree." Corman looks around, his brow pinched in the center. "I do not usually make suggestions, but I feel that this is a cautionary tale. Just be careful in the future." You nod, unsure of how to feel. <</if>> The merchant takes a deep breath, looking a little tired. "Are you ready to continue," he asks. "Yes," you respond. "The next draw concerns your problems, things that weigh on your mind and heart. This can be in any area of your life, but often it will be the loudest issue you are facing right now. Usually, it is the motivation for those that seek readings, so keep that in mind as you interpret the draw." He shuffles the deck and then lays the next six cards out. Your curse weighs heavily on your mind. [[One|T4]] [[Two|T4]] [[Three|T4]] [[Four|T4]] [[Five|T4]] [[Six|T4]]

You're a little alarmed when your hand selects your next card so easily that it is like taking a breath. You did not need to wait to feel the tingle, did not need to think. It is as if something placed your hand upon it for you. Even as you turn the card in the same manner that you did the last draws, it feels almost too natural, too fluid. <<if $cursefatigue is 'reason'>>The card that faces you is austere, mostly blank, with the exception of two open eyes in the center sketched in black ink. They are so detailed that it's eerie to look at. "The Seer," Corman says with his own eyes wide. "An interesting card. It is one of both awareness and blindness to circumstance." You furrow your brow. Is this card directed at your curse? Corman continues, focusing hard on the card in front of you. "The Seer has great knowledge, it sees much, but it may be so distracted with knowing that it fails to remain aware. Distractions are everywhere and half-truths are easy to take at face value, all of which may divert you from the full scope of your situation. Not only must The Seer keep their eyes open, but they must think carefully and trust their instincts." You lean back and stay quiet as you think. This must be about your curse, it feels pointed at you. But what is there to learn from this? Is there something you aren't aware of? Other than the obvious mysteries you still carry. Then again, perhaps this result could apply to any general problem you have. Maybe it isn't so pointed after all? <<elseif $cursefatigue is 'suppress'>>The card that faces you depicts a metal cage. The bars are bent and the figure of a person is crawling away but skeletal hands reach out from the cage to grab them. You're not sure if you want to know what this means. Corman takes a breath. "The Fugitive," he says. "A fairly common result for this draw." "Is it?" He nods. "It can hold many meanings – secrets and denial chief among them." You shake your head, feeling a rebuttal on your tongue for a moment before you think better of it. Corman focuses on the card. "Ignoring your problems doesn't make them leave you. They will follow you from one cage to another, always reaching. The more they are ignored, the more they multiply. You may find yourself overwhelmed, not only caged but strangled and bound within the bars. There…there is no escaping, you must turn and fight it." You lean back and stay quiet as you think. This must be about your curse, it feels pointed at you. But what is there to learn from this? Aren't you fighting already? You already know there's no escape from this. What else can you do? <<elseif $cursefatigue is 'crying'>>The card appears blank at a glance. As you stare at it, you notice there is a single red dot on the bottom half, but that is all. You look to Corman for guidance. He clears his throat. "The Forgotten…upright. Hard to tell with that one if it's reversed if you don't know what to look for." You nod. You feel a knot in your throat suddenly. Corman focuses on the card and takes a deep breath. "It's a sad card, really. The Forgotten lose themselves before they get a chance to do otherwise. There's a sense that there's nothing to offer, so why try? Fear can so easily rule over you that the fire is doused before it is fully lit. If you cannot face this fear and refuse to be left behind, it will devour you." You lean back and stay quiet as you think. This must be about your curse, it feels pointed at you. But what is there to learn from this? What else is there to do in your situation? You are already facing this, aren't you? Of course, you are afraid…. <<else>>A stark image is inked on the card. The entire thing is black save for the negative space which depicts a hand wielding a dagger. It looks a bit…damning. Corman's brows arch as he eyes you. "The Reckoning…" he says solemnly. "It sounds…a bit aggressive," you remark. He nods. "It can be, but it's often about choices. The reckoning doesn't have to happen…" The merchant focuses on the card. "Anger is what moves you…. There's power in bitterness, but it could cost you much. If you cannot find a new way to be, a new way to sustain your momentum, you will be robbed of all your choices eventually. Your current way of being will drain you and begin to leach from those closest to your heart." You lean back and stay quiet as you think. This must be about your curse, it feels pointed at you. But what is there to learn from this? Your anger is justified in your situation. No one can tell you otherwise. You've been jilted and cheated over and over. Whatever keeps you going now can't be bad. <</if>> Corman also takes a moment to himself. You note a sheen of perspiration on his brow as well, though it feels cool in the caravan. "Are you okay?" you ask. "Yes," he responds. "The…the magic around you is chatty." He chuckles. "It's a good thing, but it's been a while since I've had a reading that was so…//eager//. The next part is more fun, it will be easier for both of us." "Alright, we can continue when you're ready." "Let's push through then. The next draw is different. Rather than having six choices, three cards are placed and all will have a message for you. The interpretation may be up to your understanding of yourself and your situation. Sometimes the cards each speak for a different aspect of your life, sometimes they all speak to the same thing. I will help guide the understanding of the card, but it is you who will need to determine what it applies to in your life. After this section is an optional draw if you'd like to know more about your love live." He grins, looking excited as he shuffles the deck before handing it to you. You take it up and begin to shuffle it in the same way you did at the beginning before carefully gathering the cards and handing them back to the merchant. [[Corman begins the draw.…|T5]]

Like before, he draws from the top and lays them in front of you. After the second card is down, you hear him gasp. Concerned, your eyes snap up to his, only to find him staring down at your cards with his mouth pulled in a tight frown. Following his line of sight, you see that the third card is already face up as he slowly sets it in front of you. He shakes his head. "That's…I'm so sorry, I checked them…//you// checked them…." Corman stammers as he shakes his head. "I didn't notice any of them being face up…that's never happened to me before." The card is upright as it faces you, depicting an unfinished tapestry on a loom with a dark border filled with spiders, wasps, and snakes. The tapestry itself is vibrantly colored, but the image being woven is yet unclear, and the yarn at the bottom is tangled. Before you can ask what the card is, Corman clears his throat and reaches for the card. "We should read these in order, I'll flip this one back over until we get to it." You watch his long, bony fingers flip the card…and the same image faces you – but this time in reverse. Shaking your head, you look back to Corman. His hand is frozen over the table, his eyes wide and fearful. He takes a ragged breath as he stares down at the table. "This isn't possible," he says with a shaky voice. "There are //no// two-sided cards!" "Is this a trick? Is it part of an act?" you ask, your tone nearly demanding. "No!" He exclaims. "I swear it, I've never seen anything like this." Quickly he grabs the card again and flips it once more. This time, it is the true back of the card. He shakes his head more and you note that his brow drips with sweat. He looks afraid. You swallow the lump in your throat as you reach for the card again. [[You flip it.|T6]]

<div class="centered-image"> <<include "fate">> </div> It's completely black as if dipped in ink. Corman tries not to react and instead takes the card into his hand. He flips it this way and that and finds that the card is back to normal. The backing is the same, the face has the image that you first saw. "There's a very- I think there is an insistent message for you here that is louder than the others. I would rather not flip the other cards and find them all…similarly changed. So, we'll eschew tradition and start with this." A part of you wants to leave the caravan and forget this, but another part of you insists on staying for answers. Maybe this is a trick, but if so, Corman is a terrific actor. He seems more fraught than you at this turn. You nod, not daring to speak. He takes a deep breath, and you note that his hands are shaking. "This," he says while holding up the offending card. "This is Fate." Your stomach clenches. "I think…I know that it is pertinent that you receive both sides of this card. It is clear that they apply to you equally." You nod and try to steady your breathing. Corman focuses, still looking uneasy. "The Fate card upright is…is a good sign. It means there is favor of some sort. You may receive something unexpected be it a tool, wisdom, or even a person to help you in your struggles. Forces unknown may plot against you, but others see and know and will not let you face them alone. Look for guidance in the unexpected because things are not always as they seem." The message eases your initial worry. It seems quite positive, encouraging even. You hold your breath for the next meaning. The merchant flips the card in reverse. "The Fate card reversed isn't the opposite of what I just told you, but it carries a significant weight. The meaning here is that fate is in //your// hands. You weave the tapestry, untangle the threads, and determine the pattern. It is you who provides the unexpected guidance to those who struggle around you. And in doing so, you may receive help to complete your tapestry." Again, the meaning seems hopeful. Why would the card behave so…unusually if the message isn't damning? Is it really so important? Is Corman's interpretation correct? The man seems to calm, his breathing eases but he leaves The Fate out to the side away from the other cards. "Let's continue from the first card then." "Sure," you agree. You reach out to flip the card, hesitating a moment before closing your eyes as you do. As you peek open one eye, the card before you is in reverse. It almost looks like a map, with roads and pathways weaving all around in erratic ways. At the center of the card, however, is a blank space where the silhouette of a person stands with their hands out at their sides. Corman nods. "The Pathless reversed. You are pulled in many directions at the same time. It is no fault of your own that you cannot pick a path right now. There's something that you need, a place you need to get to but are unsure which road will carry you there. You may need time and a guiding hand to find a route that works." "A fairly straightforward meaning for a card such as this." You think it also sounds relevant to your situation. As you turn your eyes to the final card, your hand tingles. It tingles like it did during the first draws when your it was guided to make your selection. You bring it forward and the urge is to touch The Pathless card. When you try to move to the other, the feeling pulls you back. Glancing at Corman, his eyes look resigned and he gives you a subtle nod. [[You flip The Pathless reversed…|T.7]]

…to reveal The Pathless upright. It's not a trick. Corman worries his bottom lip but wastes no time in questioning it. "The Pathless upright is a bit similar to its inverse. It is indecision and signifies that you must take a step back. You are bombarded with distractions or choices but rather than aiding you, they inhibit your route forward. You may be at a standstill now or others are fighting to pull you to one road or another, but you know yourself better than anyone. Don't let pressure misguide you." You barely absorb what he's saying before you lift your hand again to the last card. You flip it and see the card is face up. It depicts a tree set ablaze. Though it is consumed with fire, the bark, branches, and leaves remain full of life. "The Catalyst," Corman says. "It is the card of changes, growth, and life cycles. It is the force outside of all things that molds and shapes the world. To grow, change is required because life cannot stand still. Should the tree burn to provide sunlight to the saplings below it? Or should it remain to propagate another year? You are the catalyst that will decide and only after the choice is made will you understand the impact." Once he's finished, you already know what is coming next. The tingle in your hand has returned, and you allow it to guide you back to the card. The merchant nods, knowing what you must do. You touch The Catalyst and feel //heat// from it. You turn it to reveal the reverse of the same card, the same as before. Corman snorts a short laugh of disbelief but focuses on interpreting instead of commenting further on the preposterousness of it all. "Where the upright side of the card focuses on external change and control, the reverse focuses inward. This is about becoming something new, renewing your mind, and casting out the things that keep you from being more. If you fail to break free of inner shackles, you will never reach your potential." You flip the card once again and it is back to normal. Maybe it was too much to expect nothing strange to happen. Your life went from something so ordinary and comfortable to meeting demigods in landslides, being accosted by bandits, and getting messages from magical forces. And it hasn't even been a full season yet. The merchant clears his throat and gathers the cards. He meets your gaze with a soft smile. Once he places the cards back down he reaches out to you with one hand. [[You shake your head to decline.|T.7a]] $flirt_label [[You accept the offered hand.|T.7b]]

He leans back and regards you with a kind expression. "I know that what you just experienced was overwhelming," he starts. "But I swear to you that it was nothing I did to you nor was it anything malevolent. Magic can be…in my experience, it is as varied as people, but none of what I sensed meant you harm. I'm not exactly a mage or anything, I'm just sensitive to it, but if you are concerned I would seek out your friend, the purple one…um…" "Rune?" He nods with a smile. "Yes!" You chuckle. He's such a strange sort of person. "Now," he says, eyes bright. "The last part of the reading is much more relaxed. If you'd like to dive into a special relationship, the cards can give you advice or even warnings." "Warnings?" "Such as if you are a bad match romantically or if there is something in the way of your love. Things of that sort." He begins to shuffle the deck. "It's optional of course." [[You want a romance reading.|T.8a]] [[You have had enough cards for one day.|T.8b]]

<<set $merchantopinion +=2>> He cradles your hand in his and then brings his other to place atop it. His skin is cool against yours, and you notice that there's a slight tremor in it. "I know that what you just experienced was overwhelming," he starts. "But I swear to you that it was nothing I did to you nor was it anything malevolent. Magic can be…in my experience, it is as varied as people, but none of what I sensed meant you harm. I'm not exactly a mage or anything, I'm just sensitive to it, but if you are concerned I would seek out your friend, the purple one…um…" "Rune?" He nods with a smile. "Yes!" You chuckle. He's such a strange sort of person. "Now," he says, eyes bright. "The last part of the reading is much more relaxed. If you'd like to dive into a special relationship, the cards can give you advice or even warnings." "Warnings?" Corman pulls his hands away. "Such as if you are a bad match romantically or if there is something in the way of your love. Things of that sort." He begins to shuffle the deck. "It's optional, of course." [[You want a romance reading.|T.8a]] [[You have had enough cards for one day.|T.8b]]

<<set $Trom to true>> Corman's smile turns wide and toothy. "I was hoping you would say that! These are my favorites, truth be told. I'm not very fortunate in love, but I take joy in helping others along." "Oh, really?" You feel a little surprised at that, but perhaps that's why he's employed with Nathanael. He sighs wistfully but keeps smiling as he shuffles the cards one more time before handing them to you to do the same. "I've only just left my birth home. There's plenty of time. Doing this for a while is fun and I get to see more of Iroda this way. The boss is generous even if he is…odd, but in a sort of cute way I suppose too." You snort a laugh in amused agreement. As you finish with the cards and hand them back, Corman straightens in his seat. "Now, it's simple here. Focus on someone who is already in your heart, someone who is pulling on it the most…." Staring at the table, you think of… <<if $romantic is true>><<if $Ostat3 is 'romantic'>>[[Oswin.|T.Oreading]]<</if>> <<if $Zstat5 is 'romantic'>>[[Zahn.|T.Zreading]]<</if>> <<if $Dstat is 'romantic'>>[[Duri.|T.Dreading]]<</if>> <<if $Rstat is 'romantic'>>[[Rune.|T.Rreading]]<</if>> <<if $Astat is 'romantic'>>[[Aster.|T.Areading]]<</if>> <<if $Astat is 'conflicted'>>[[Aster.|T.Areading]]<</if>> <<if $Ostat3 is 'romantic' and $Zstat5 is 'romantic' and $Dstat is 'romantic' and $Rstat is 'romantic' and $Astat is 'romantic'>>[[Who ISN'T on your mind right now!?|T.Everyone]]<</if>><<else>>No one… <<if $merchantopinion >= 30>>Well, no one specific, you suppose. Perhaps Corman can just do a general reading about your future romantic prospects. Maybe the cards know more than you do about your potential love life? You chew your lip as you watch Corman's excited face. He seems like he's really looking forward to this reading… "Alright," you say. "I'm ready." The worst that could happen is an inaccurate reading anyway. Maybe this can still teach you something about yourself…. "Excellent!" Corman claps. [[Who knows what sort of fortune you'll receive....|T.Random]]<<else>>Perhaps you're not ready for a reading about romance after all…. It's a shame too since Corman seems excited. "Actually," you begin as you trace the wood grain of the table with a finger. "I can't really think of anyone right now…sorry." "Oh!" Corman waves his hands in front of him. "Don't worry, that's okay. One should not rush matters of the heart. It's okay if it's not for you or you aren't ready yet. There is no timer for love." [[Your reading comes to an end…|T.end2]]<</if>> <</if>>

<<set $Tskip to true>><<set $Trom to false>> Corman graciously understands, and bids you farewell. You take a moment to thank the merchant, say your thanks, and then make for the exit. <<if $ch2merchinvite is true>>But Corman's voice suddenly stops you as he says your name. You turn. "Yes? Is something wrong?" He smiles. "I just remembered something actually. After we met when you first came to town, I happened to recall some instructions the boss left me." You tilt your head. "Instructions?" Corman gets up and begins to rummage in a crate close to his seat. "I left it out here to remind me…here we are." He sets a tall bottle and a roll of parchment on the table. You furrow your brow and pick the bottle up. It's wine. "When I received my route instructions, I was told to deliver this to the Northbreakers, specifically to you. Obviously…I forgot, but your name has been on my mind these last few days and I couldn't understand why until I happened to see these, and it helped my memory." Unrolling the parchment, you get a strong scent of sweet smoke and tobacco – Nathan's //special// tobacco. It's a letter. <div class="centered-image"> <<include "Nathan letter">> </div><span id="r1" class="look"><<link "Click to show text.">><<reveal "r1" " " "nathan letter text">><</link>></span> You snort a laugh and find Corman smiling at you. "Is this really a fine wine?" you ask as you look the bottle over. Corman nods. "It is indeed. The boss has connections all over though, it was probably pretty simple for him to get. Enjoy it or savor it. It will only taste better with age." "Thank you, I'll take this and be on my way then." "Take care, $mc." Corman waves you off, slumping back into his chair looking ready to sleep.<</if>> Once you are out in the warm spring air you find Zahn slumbering in the shade with Pepper the cat sprawled on $Zhisher lap. $wolf is lying under the caravan also fast asleep. <<if $Zphys is true>>You admire the cute visage for a moment, reluctant to wake them all up.<</if>> Zahn stirs without your prompting, sleepy blue eyes looking up at you. $Zcapitalheshe rubs $Zhisher eyes. "$mc, did you have fun?" You nod. "Yes, I think I did…" You'd rather not touch on some of the strangeness you encountered right now. "Like you, I think I'd like to think about what happened a while first." The pilgrim nods happily. As $Zheshe gets to $Zhisher feet, you note how strained and slow the movements are. You sigh. "I think you ought to track Rune down now and have $Rhimher look you over. Then, perhaps you should rest a while." Zahn nods. "Yes...I think I agree. But this was so much fun. Thank you for listening to me and having a bit of fun too. I really enjoyed this…" $Zcapitalheshe smiles wide at you. You part ways with Zahn heading off to the tavern to check for the mage and you head back home, keen on trying to sleep a bit before meeting Duri for the evening. [[Your fortune weighs on your mind….|6.33]]

<<set $TromO to true>> <<include "common reading">> Off to a good start, you flip the second card and find it to be reversed. The border is full of red ribbons and flowers. Two figures in the center have their hands clasped, and each has a foot posed elegantly behind them. Corman hums. "The Dancer reversed. You're in a difficult time. There's a sense of uncertainty and fear and a need for inner strength either from you or from them – perhaps both." You sigh, feeling the weight of the card. It rings true. You flip the third. It's upright and depicts an anvil with two hammers crossed over it. Swords and tools make up the border. "The Smith…there's something big hanging over you both. Something that's been planned. Action is needed and overthinking may lead to failure." Corman begins to say something and then stops. He taps on the table a few times before finally taking a breath to speak. "I see this card often when someone has a secret. I don't wish to plant ideas in your mind, it could be something mundane, but some of the secrets I've found out about were…damning enough to ruin a relationship – affairs and the like." He shakes his head as if tasting something sour. "I'll keep that in mind," you say as you reach for the final card. You feel a little anxious as you touch it. The reading hasn't felt like completely bad news, but it has made you sense the heaviness around you and Oswin. The card turns and is upright and has two images depicted. One for the upright result, depicting a large dog sitting next to a person as it looks up at them, and one for the reverse which shows the same but with the dog's jaws around the person's hand. Corman nods and leans forward. "The Hound. In my experience, this is a terrific result to receive. Upright, this card signifies incredible loyalty and devotion." Your eyes go wide. "Really?" He smiles but holds up a finger. "There is still a warning in that, however. If freedom is lost in such intense devotion, one becomes chained. If you can love without a leash, you will prosper…. I think this is a very positive result overall. Every romance reading comes with warnings, so don't be discouraged. Having some of these things in mind can guide you if things get difficult." "It's certainly been interesting," you muse. "Perhaps, also a bit daunting...." "It may, but be aware that the cards may give their warnings, but none of them hold damning news for you. You wouldn't receive this set if there was no hope. Love is never without hardship; it is the nature of humanity. It's our choices that matter in the end." "Choices?" you echo. He nods. "Perhaps I am not experienced in love myself, but I have seen its greatness over and over. The common thread in those who last is the choice they make." Corman slumps in his chair. You look at the merchant, perplexed by the sudden wisdom. You find his eyes barely open. He looks completely exhausted, blinking slowly as if he will fall asleep at any moment. The reading must have been taxing for him as well. Taking pity on the tired man, you rise from your chair. "Corman, I appreciate the reading, but I think you need a break, and I should return to my friend." He grins. "Indeed. It's been a pleasure, $mc. I hope we will cross paths again. I fear once the boss returns, I must return to my regular route. I quite like this town, so I'd like to visit again. Until then, take care." [[You make your way out of the back of the caravan.|T.end]]

<<set $TromZ to true>> <<include "common reading">> Off to a good start, you flip the second card and find it reversed. <<if $interest is 'archin'>>It's The Archer again, just upside down this time. It feels odd that you would get the same card in this way.<<else>>It depicts a drawn bow with an arrow nocked and ready to fire. Leaves and foliage decorate the edges, with small creatures such as rabbits and squirrels hiding within.<</if>> Corman's brows arch. "The Archer reversed. Just as an arrow may get away from you, whether it's a bad draw or a snapped string, your plans may do the same. Learning from your mistakes, accepting the consequences, and moving forward is the only way to correct the path of your next shot." "Sound advice," you muse. Perhaps it's a bit general, but it does feel significant that Zahn is skilled with a bow and received this card. Are you in danger of being on the wrong path? You flip the next card before you think too long on it. The card is in reverse and features a horse with loaded saddlebags and equipment strapped to it. The horse hangs its head low as the rider, obscured with a hooded cloak, appears to pet its neck. "The Sojourner," Corman states. "In reverse, this signifies some trouble…. There's exhaustion, a profound tiredness of mind, body, and spirit. It feels impossible to make it better right now, but the sojourner needs to realize what they are capable of having come this far, and that they can change their own fate." You catch yourself nodding as you recall the conversation you recently had with Zahn. The Sojourner seems more profound now. You brace yourself for the final card as you reach and turn it over. <<if $mommyissues is 'thankful'>>It's The Inheritor again, but this time it's reversed.<<elseif $mommyissues is 'anger'>>It's the Inheritor again, also reversed.<<else>>The card is reversed, depicting the silhouette of a person with the sun behind them as they float above houses and other people. The people all lift their hands above toward the floating one.<</if>> Corman clears his throat. "<<if $mommyissues is 'thankful'>>It's The Inheritor again, but this time it's reversed. Where your fortune when you received this card was that you were ready to receive your inheritance, it may be that the person you hold in your heart is not. There may be something that they are having a difficult time letting go or coming to terms with that may stand in your way.<<elseif $mommyissues is 'anger'>>It's The Inheritor reversed…again. I'm sure you remember your interpretation. This will be similar, of course. There's something holding them back, a loose end. Whatever this is, it may get in the way of your relationship. If you're not careful, it could end things before they begin.<<else>>The Inheritor reversed. This card is better understood as a whole, often indicating a journey of some sort and the ability to obtain peace or rewards after it. The reverse shows that there may be a wound that isn't closing. The person in your heart isn't ready to accept their inheritance and if they cannot come to terms, it may get in the way of your relationship.<</if>>" Leaning back in your chair, you feel a heaviness. "Seems a bit…daunting, doesn't it?" "It may, but be aware that the cards may give their warnings, but none of them hold damning news for you. You wouldn't receive this set if there was no hope. Love is never without hardship; it is the nature of humanity. It's our choices that matter in the end." "Choices?" you echo. He nods. "Perhaps I am not experienced in love myself, but I have seen its greatness over and over. The common thread in those who last is the choice they make." Corman slumps in his chair. You look at the merchant, perplexed by the sudden wisdom. You find his eyes barely open. He looks completely exhausted, blinking slowly as if he will fall asleep at any moment. The reading must have been taxing for him as well. Taking pity on the tired man, you rise from your chair. "Corman, I appreciate the reading, but I think you need a break, and I should return to my friend." He grins. "Indeed. It's been a pleasure, $mc. I hope we will cross paths again. I fear once the boss returns, I must return to my regular route. I quite like this town, so I'd like to visit again. Until then, take care." [[You make your way out of the back of the caravan.|T.end]]

<<set $TromD to true>> <<include "common reading">> Off to a good start, you flip the second card and find it reversed. It is bordered with what looks like latticework and, in the center, a portrait of two identical people facing each other. Their foreheads are touching affectionately; however, each conceals a dagger behind their back. Corman tilts his head, the movement oddly cat-like. "The Twins reversed. An interesting card for a romance reading. This one often comes up during other draws. I've seen it play a more literal role, though. I've had patrons who had a lover with a twin sibling." You shake your head. "This person doesn't have a twin as far as I know…." "Hm, well, the card concerns dual nature, as you can see. They appear the same, but each side is very different. The story of the card is that one twin was a popular socialite, and the other was burdened with hardships. When the card is reversed, the two sides are in deep conflict – their balance is off – and they are using the daggers on each other. This makes it impossible to get anything done; there's no peace and no rest for either until an agreement is made and balance returns." The meaning gives you pause. Duri strikes you as the socialite, but where does the other side come in? Before you can muse too deeply, your hand flips the next card. <<if $cursefatigue is 'crying'>>It's The Forgotten once again, but reversed. Corman grimaces. "The Forgotten in reverse. It's not always a good sign to see this during the romance draw, but don't fret. It doesn't mean there's no hope.<<else>>The card appears blank at a glance. As you stare at it, you notice there is a single red dot on the bottom half, but that is all. You cast a curious glance at Corman. His mouth pulls into a tight, placating smile. "This card is called The Forgotten. It's difficult to tell, but this is the reverse. It's not always a great sign, but it isn't hopeless either.<</if>> You chew your lip. "What could this mean for a relationship?" Taking a breath, he steeples his fingers. "In reverse, this card indicates that a battle or a war has been lost. Fears have been made manifest, and it feels impossible to recover or make it better. It's the moment of the most despair for The Forgotten – for some, it is the point of no return. But things can be better if they are willing to put in the effort to make it so. They just need to have their eyes open to it and realize there is hope." "That they're not truly forgotten," you murmur. Corman nods and smiles softly at you. You brace yourself for the final card and flip it over. The card is in reverse, and the border is filled with a myriad of stones, gems, and crystals. In the center is a hand holding a string with a simple crystal at the end. "The Oracle in reverse." The merchant rubs his jaw before curling his hand into a fist and resting it against his lips. His brow scrunches as he looks at you. "What?" you ask, worried. He moves his hand and rubs the back of his neck. "Nothing is definite in the cards – keep that in mind. But I'm seeing a trend here with each one. The first card is a good sign but is more about you than the last three. All of these are pointing to a lot of tumult in your relationship. I can't say if it is about the relationship specifically or the person in question." "And the reversed Oracle?" "It is a card where the path to one's goals is blocked. There are barriers to happiness, no outlook for the future, it may feel hopeless. If the things blocking their vision are not confronted, they may never see what could be. This, combined with The Twins at war and the defeat of The Forgotten…your prospects don't look very positive right now. Sorry…just remember, that this doesn't mean it is over before it has begun." You nod. Leaning back in your chair, you feel a heaviness. "It's daunting, isn't it?" "It may be, but be aware that the cards may give their warnings, but none of them hold damning news for you. You wouldn't receive this set if there was no hope. Love is never without hardship; it is the nature of humanity. It's our choices that matter in the end." "Choices?" you echo. He nods. "Perhaps I am not experienced in love myself, but I have seen its greatness over and over. The common thread in those who last is the choice they make." Corman slumps in his chair. You look at the merchant, perplexed by the sudden wisdom. You find his eyes barely open. He looks completely exhausted, blinking slowly as if he will fall asleep at any moment. The reading must have been taxing for him as well. Taking pity on the tired man, you rise from your chair. "Corman, I appreciate the reading, but I think you need a break, and I should return to my friend." He grins. "Indeed. It's been a pleasure, $mc. I hope we will cross paths again. I fear once the boss returns, I must return to my regular route. I quite like this town, so I'd like to visit again. Until then, take care." [[You make your way out of the back of the caravan.|T.end]]

<<set $TromR to true>> <<include "common reading">> Off to a good start, you flip the second card and find it upright, bordered with small phials, crystals, and herbs. At the center is a large star with a sun above it and a crescent moon below it. "The Magician," Corman states with his mouth pulled into a tight line. You guffaw. "A little on the nose this time, I think." "Yes? Do you take the card literally for the person you have in focus?" You nod. "They're…magical, certainly." He lets out a long breath. "Good, that's good. The card means other things often, but literal responses are common. The Magician can also indicate secrecy – illusion or deception if you will – even if it is not malicious in nature. The upright magician has the chance to come clean with any of their trickery and face consequences before things get worse." You tilt your head in thought. There's a niggle of doubt in your gut, but you also are still getting acquainted with the mage. Deciding that it may be better to see what the next card says before you decide, you move to flip the next one. You find it reversed. The border is full of birds of all colors, and the center depicts an open journal with ink and quill at the ready. Corman hums. "The Poet reversed. This one is a bit common for this draw – the reversed card can mean there's a resistance to vulnerability. Intimacy feels dangerous to this poet, they keep their heart guarded at all costs, allowing no one near enough to risk hurting it. They must learn that there is nothing to fear from you and that some risks are worth taking." You take a moment to digest your surprise. Rune doesn't seem to be one who would shy away from a relationship…$Rheshe even seems supportive in entertaining you in such an endeavor. Are you missing something? Is Rune being genuine with you? Between the last two cards, you can't help but wonder. The merchant clears his throat. "As much as I hate to discourage introspection, I would advise moving along. Remember that there may be something deeper to the cards that you will not understand until later." You nod and bring your hand to the final card, hoping it will deepen your understanding. Turning the card, you find it upright. The border is filled with a myriad of stones, gems, and crystals. In the center is a hand holding a string with a simple crystal at the end. "The Oracle, an interesting conclusion," Corman states as he taps his knuckles against his chin. "The upright oracle is auspicious, though not often received for relationship draws." "Really?" "It is more often found – at least when upright – in the draw for favor. It's mostly associated with divine timing and receiving rewards or achieving goals after the hard work one puts in to do so. The Oracle must carefully keep their plans in check to reap the benefit later and stay at the right hand of favor." He leans back with a thoughtful smile on his lips. It seems to be a favorable conclusion for you as well. "I suppose I should be relieved, but the second and third cards feel a bit daunting since I'm not sure how to interpret them," you muse. "That's understandable, just be aware that the cards give their warnings, but none of them hold damning news for you. You wouldn't receive this set if there was no hope. Love is never without hardship; it is the nature of humanity. It's our choices that matter in the end." "Choices?" you echo. He nods. "Perhaps I am not experienced in love myself, but I have seen its greatness over and over. The common thread in those who last is the choice they make." Corman slumps in his chair. You look at the merchant, perplexed by the sudden wisdom. You find his eyes barely open. He looks completely exhausted, blinking slowly as if he will fall asleep at any moment. The reading must have been taxing for him as well. Taking pity on the tired man, you rise from your chair. "Corman, I appreciate the reading, but I think you need a break, and I should return to my friend." He grins. "Indeed. It's been a pleasure, $mc. I hope we will cross paths again. I fear once the boss returns, I must return to my regular route. I quite like this town, so I'd like to visit again. Until then, take care." [[You make your way out of the back of the caravan.|T.end]]

<<set $TromA to true>> <<include "common reading">> Off to a good start, you flip the second card and find it upright. The border shows all manner of trinkets and jewels while the center depicts the silhouette of a person walking through a parted crowd. Their arms and hands glitter with necklaces, coins, rings, and baubles. No one in the crowd seems aware that their valuables are missing. "The Scoundrel," Corman says and then chuckles. "A card that I see often in whirlwind romances…" There's a fond smile on his lips. "Really?" He nods and leans forward. "Perhaps your heart has been…//stolen//?" You chuckle and roll your eyes. "Sure, sure, I suppose it has." Corman leans back and regards the card. "A card most don't expect in a romance reading… I joke, but truly The Scoundrel is often found when you've found your heart unexpectedly stolen. Sometimes this card appears if The Scoundrel has stolen you from another as well. They're unapologetic about the way they live, making their own path. They have a tendency to put themselves first, sometimes being too distracted by filling their pockets to notice what they already have with them." Aster seems like a man who already has it all. Maybe he really is simply stealing your heart to add to his collection. Before you can get too distracted with musing about him, you flip the next card to find it reversed. In the center are two dice displaying a total of seven. A face-up coin is depicted at the top and a face-down coin is at the bottom. "Hm, interesting," Corman mumbles. "The Gambler reversed. A scoundrel with a gambler." "Since it's reversed, would that imply the Gambler is down on their luck?" you ask. He shakes his head. "Not so. The upright Gambler is one who keeps hedging bets with little success – doing the same thing over and over and expecting to win. In reverse, the Gambler has had a stroke of good fortune, but they're cautioned that their luck could turn at any moment and to enjoy the winnings they've received." You're intrigued, so you press forward, eager to see what the next card might reveal. It is also in reverse, with a border filled with trees and bushes. Small animals peek out from the safety of branches as they hide from the silhouette in the center of the card. They stalk through a forest path with a bow loaded and ready to shoot. Corman chuckles. "I'm seeing a clear theme here…The Hunter in reverse flows well with the other cards. The upright meaning applies to it still and concerns having one's target in sight, that focus is needed for continued success. The reverse; however, cautions that there is more to The Hunter's path than the chase, than the prey. Balance is needed for them. The forest is also beautiful and should be admired as well." "And you find this flows with the others?" "I see The Hunter often when the object of one's heart is one who works too hard or too much. The common thread for a scoundrel, gambler, and hunter is that they are all seeking //something// even if they do not know what it is. To me, this reads as someone searching, maybe desperately, for a love that is right in front of them already. They just need to stop and see what they already have." Corman smiles, looking giddy. "I feel it is a favorable reading, but one that also cautions you to be patient, it may take a while for things to work out in your favor." You grimace, even if the reading is favorable, how much time do you have? "Waiting seems daunting…" Corman leans back. "Don't be dismayed by that. What matters more than what the cards say or how I interpret them are your choices." "Choices?" you echo. He nods. "Perhaps I am not experienced in love myself, but I have seen its greatness over and over. The common thread in those who last is the choice they make." Corman slumps in his chair. You look at the merchant, perplexed by the sudden wisdom. You find his eyes barely open. He looks completely exhausted, blinking slowly as if he will fall asleep at any moment. The reading must have been taxing for him as well. Taking pity on the tired man, you rise from your chair. "Corman, I appreciate the reading, but I think you need a break, and I should return to my friend." He grins. "Indeed. It's been a pleasure, $mc. I hope we will cross paths again. I fear once the boss returns, I must return to my regular route. I quite like this town, so I'd like to visit again. Until then, take care." [[You make your way out of the back of the caravan.|T.end]]

<<set $hearteveryone to true>> Corman gives you a strange look. "Is there…no one?" "Um," you begin. "I mean, there's…I can't really focus." "Well, let's take some deep breaths. Close your eyes if you need to." "I can't focus on just //one//…" His eyes widen. "Oh! Oh yes, quite. Please excuse me, it was ignorant to assume there may be just one you may have stirrings for. I do apologize, the reading must have a central focus. The messages tend to get crossed otherwise." "Oh, yes, of course. I will try to focus on one then…" The merchant leans forward. Lowering his voice, he asks, "Out of curiosity…how many?" You scratch the back of your head. "Well…five." Corman sucks in his bottom lip and bites it as he leans back. He's trying not to laugh. "I could tell you were a lucky one. Perhaps you can tell me the secrets of having such an open heart?" You wrinkle your nose at him. "I'll focus…just give me a moment." He bites back a laugh and waves you on to continue. You'll focus on… <<if $Ostat3 is 'romantic'>>[[Oswin.|T.Oreading]]<</if>> <<if $Zstat5 is 'romantic'>>[[Zahn.|T.Zreading]]<</if>> <<if $Dstat is 'romantic'>>[[Duri.|T.Dreading]]<</if>> <<if $Rstat is 'romantic'>>[[Rune.|T.Rreading]]<</if>> <<if $Astat is 'romantic'>>[[Aster.|T.Areading]]<</if>>

<<set $Trom to true>><<if $ch2merchinvite is true>>But Corman's voice suddenly stops you as he says your name. You turn. "Yes? Is something wrong?" He smiles. "I just remembered something actually. After we met when you first came to town, I happened to recall some instructions the boss left me." You tilt your head. "Instructions?" Corman gets up and begins to rummage in a crate close to his seat. "I left it out here to remind me…here we are." He sets a tall bottle and a roll of parchment on the table. You furrow your brow and pick the bottle up. It's wine. "When I received my route instructions, I was told to deliver this to the Northbreakers, specifically to you. Obviously…I forgot, but your name has been on my mind these last few days and I couldn't understand why until I happened to see these." Unrolling the parchment, you get a strong scent of sweet smoke and tobacco – Nathan's special tobacco. It's a letter. <div class="centered-image"> <<include "Nathan letter">> </div><span id="r1" class="look"><<link "Click to show text.">><<reveal "r1" " " "nathan letter text">><</link>></span> You snort a laugh and find Corman smiling at you. "Is this really a fine wine?" you ask as you look the bottle over. Corman nods. "It is indeed. The boss has connections all over though, it was probably pretty simple for him to get. Enjoy it or savor it. It will only taste better with age." "Thank you, I'll take this and be on my way then." "Take care, $mc." Corman waves you off, slumping back into his chair looking ready to sleep. <</if>> Once you are out in the warm spring air you find Zahn slumbering in the shade with Pepper the cat sprawled on $Zhisher lap. $wolf is lying under the caravan also fast asleep. <<if $Zphys is true>>You admire the cute visage for a moment, reluctant to wake them all up.<</if>> Zahn stirs without your prompting, sleepy blue eyes looking up at you. $Zcapitalheshe rubs $Zhisher eyes. "$mc, did you have fun?" You nod. "Yes, I think I did…" You'd rather not touch on some of the strangeness you encountered right now. "Like you, I think I'd like to think about what happened a while first." The pilgrim nods happily. As $Zheshe gets to $Zhisher feet, you note how strained and slow the movements are. You sigh. "I think you ought to track Rune down now and have $Rhimher look you over. Then, perhaps you should rest a while." Zahn nods. "Yes...I think I agree. But this was so much fun. Thank you for listening to me and having a bit of fun too. I really enjoyed this…" $Zcapitalheshe smiles wide at you. You part ways with Zahn heading off to the tavern to check for the mage and you head back home, keen on trying to sleep a bit before meeting Duri for the evening. [[Your fortune weighs on your mind….|6.33]]

Once Corman sees that you are prepared, he gives you a kind smile before he begins. "Now, this draw doesn't have very firm rules to it. You will place your own cards this time as you are led. It's often three or four cards but it's not terribly uncommon to only receive one or two. Place them all face down on the table and then we'll go through each. I will read them and try to interpret the messages meant for you, same as before." "Simple enough," you note as you reach for the deck. The tingle is back in our fingers, very light and almost tickling. Once the first card is down, the tingle returns so you place a second, and then a third. After the fourth card is down, the tingle stops. The merchant gestures for you to then flip your first card. The card is upright, depicting a large platform in the middle, held up by the silhouette of a giant person. The platform contains several buildings atop it, like a prospering city. "The Architect," Corman begins. "A common card for readings on relationships and a good sign at that. You are a foundation, a safe place for a relationship to build and thrive. You support and shelter your loved one even if they do not understand the type of help they need or how much. If you or they have any unresolved feelings, it's important to address them soon or cracks in your foundation can ruin the entire structure."

<<set $TromRandom to true>> <<include "common reading">> It seems you were right to push forward. You've already learned something about yourself and it sounds…optimistic even. You flip the next card. You can't tell if it is upright or reversed. The entire front is black save for the white outline of a closed eye in the center. You look to Corman only to find him staring at the card with his brow wrinkled. He tilts his head. "It's…Provenance – upright. Odd…um, //uncommon// for the romance draw, though I can see where the meaning could resonate.<<if $cursefatigue is 'reason'>> Perhaps related to your earlier set. It is known as a sort of counterpart to The Seer.<</if>> No matter, even if I cannot understand it immediately, it may resonate with you in a way I cannot know. Provenance…is, well, afflicted by the consequences of their decisions. They may be haunted by them, trapped." You sigh. Perhaps you won't learn much from this after all. The card doesn't resonate much, it may be a fluke. But, as Corman has suggested before, it may make more sense later. So, you flip your next card. It is upright with the most garish face of any of the cards you have seen so far. Depicted are various masks, dresses, and suits with feathers and jewelry interspersed. The card is so full of bold colors that you barely notice there are also needles, thread, and paintbrushes depicted as well. "The Costumer," the merchant clarifies. "Looks like an exciting card," you say as you lean forward to examine the details. He hums. "Perhaps only in appearance. This card is indicative of, let's say, performative relationships. There's a different mask and outfit for every friend and family member that The Costumer wears. They fear vulnerability, the costumes provide veiled security, but prevent them from being their true selves." "So, it's a bit sad then…" You sigh, further unsure if it was wise for you to prompt the reading if you have no focus for it. But you only have one card to go. You turn it over, to find it right side up. It's similarly colorful to the previous card but not as busy. Children's toys are displayed, mostly dolls and puppets with painted faces. It looks cheerful until you look closely at the mouths of the toys. All are frowning… "Oh…" Corman says, shifting uncomfortably. "This one always makes me uncomfortable, I do apologize." "Is it bad?" You feel a tingle of dread up your back. He shakes his head. "Yes and no. It's…it's sad." The man looks like he may weep. "This card represents The Dollmaker. It indicates loneliness, a profound loneliness. The Dollmaker makes their own company with strings, wood, and paint, but they never match the need for companionship. The Dollmaker needs to open themselves and to accept a hand up from a friend." "That //is// sad…" "$mc, the feelings I'm getting from the magic around your draw are odd. There's confusion. I feel the pull of emotions, but they're frayed or broken. They lead somewhere, but I'm concerned that they will end in bitterness. It's too complicated to see. The cards you received may have all been meant for you as well; I cannot know for certain." He leans forward and lowers his voice. "If you think that you may be The Dollmaker, know that you do have friends around you who care. But if you believe that the one in your heart is who the card represents, they need you to reach out to them." You nod. Leaning back in your chair, you feel a heaviness. "It's daunting, isn't it?" "It may be, but be aware that the cards may give their warnings, but there is always hope. Love is never without hardship; it is the nature of humanity. It's our choices that matter in the end." "Choices?" you echo. He nods. "Perhaps I am not experienced in love myself, but I have seen its greatness over and over. The common thread in those who last is the choice they make." Corman slumps in his chair. You note a significant tremble in his hands and the heavy rise and fall of his chest. You look at the merchant, perplexed by the sudden wisdom as well as the shift in demeanor. You find his eyes barely open. He looks completely exhausted, blinking slowly as if he will fall asleep at any moment. The reading must have been taxing for him as well. Taking pity on the tired man, you rise from your chair. "Corman, I appreciate the reading, but I think you need a break, and I should return to my friend." He grins. "Indeed. It's been a pleasure, $mc. I hope we will cross paths again. I fear once the boss returns, I must return to my regular route. I quite like this town, so I'd like to visit again. Until then, take care." [[You make your way out of the back of the caravan.|T.end]]

<<set $Trom to false>> <<if $ch2merchinvite is true>>But Corman's voice suddenly stops you as he says your name. You turn. "Yes? Is something wrong?" He smiles. "I just remembered something actually. After we met when you first came to town, I happened to recall some instructions the boss left me." You tilt your head. "Instructions?" Corman gets up and begins to rummage in a crate close to his seat. "I left it out here to remind me…here we are." He sets a tall bottle and a roll of parchment on the table. You furrow your brow and pick the bottle up. It's wine. "When I received my route instructions, I was told to deliver this to the Northbreakers, specifically to you. Obviously…I forgot, but your name has been on my mind these last few days and I couldn't understand why until I happened to see these, and it helped my memory." Unrolling the parchment, you get a strong scent of sweet smoke and tobacco – Nathan's //special// tobacco. It's a letter. <div class="centered-image"> <<include "Nathan letter">> </div><span id="r1" class="look"><<link "Click to show text.">><<reveal "r1" " " "nathan letter text">><</link>></span> You snort a laugh and find Corman smiling at you. "Is this really a fine wine?" you ask as you look the bottle over. Corman nods. "It is indeed. The boss has connections all over though, it was probably pretty simple for him to get. Enjoy it or savor it. It will only taste better with age." "Thank you, I'll take this and be on my way then." "Take care, $mc." Corman waves you off, slumping back into his chair looking ready to sleep. <</if>> Once you are out in the warm spring air you find Zahn slumbering in the shade with Pepper the cat sprawled on $Zhisher lap. $wolf is lying under the caravan also fast asleep. <<if $Zphys is true>>You admire the cute visage for a moment, reluctant to wake them all up.<</if>> Zahn stirs without your prompting, sleepy blue eyes looking up at you. $Zcapitalheshe rubs $Zhisher eyes. "$mc, did you have fun?" You nod. "Yes, I think I did…" You'd rather not touch on some of the strangeness you encountered right now. "Like you, I think I'd like to think about what happened a while first." The pilgrim nods happily. As $Zheshe gets to $Zhisher feet, you note how strained and slow the movements are. You sigh. "I think you ought to track Rune down now and have $Rhimher look you over. Then, perhaps you should rest a while." Zahn nods. "Yes...I think I agree. But this was so much fun. Thank you for listening to me and having a bit of fun too. I really enjoyed this…" $Zcapitalheshe smiles wide at you. You part ways with Zahn heading off to the tavern to check for the mage and you head back home, keen on trying to sleep a bit before meeting Duri for the evening. [[Your fortune weighs on your mind….|6.33]]

At least that was the idea, but the third night leaves you accosted by nightmares. They don't make sense. They don't try to tell a story like most dreams you've seen before. All you get is flashes – riding through the forest, water, bright sunlight, and then dark clouds. You hear the sound of hooves on the road and Oswin's voice. And then you're falling. You fall and fall and fall. You think you scream. But you never land. <<if $roomshare is true>><<if $roomie is 'Zahn'>>Zahn wakes you and you sit up with a snap. You're breathing hard and sweating. Zahn looks frightened and begins to rub your back. "It's okay…" $Zheshe says. Glancing around the room, you try to recall or absorb what you just saw in your dreams. It was…nothing, meaningless and so quick. So, why do you feel as though you were just running for your life? "I have bad dreams too," Zahn says. "We can take a walk if you like. That helps me. I like to wake back up for a while before I go back to bed so I don't see the dream again." You shake your head. "No…I think…I just need to go back to sleep. There wasn't much, just flashes. I should be fine." $Zcapitalheshe gives you an encouraging smile. "You'll probably forget it then. I'm here if you need me though. You're safe." You pile down and take a few deep breaths. Your mind begins to ease and tiredness starts to drag you down to rest again. The weird dream begins to leave your memory and in a moment before you are asleep, you are sure Zahn is right.<<elseif $roomie is 'Rune'>>Rune wakes you, and you sit up with a snap. You're breathing hard and sweating. "It's okay, $mc," $Rheshe says. "I believe you were having a bad dream. Glancing around the room, you try to recall or absorb what you just saw in your dreams. It was…nothing, meaningless and so quick. So, why do you feel as though you were just running for your life? Rune leans closer, eyes looking heavy. "You are safe, I promise. Your journey was difficult; your mind and body are still trying to make sense of it. It's normal, and it will pass." "It was…weird – nonsensical, but it just left me with such discomfort…" Rune nods along. "Take some time to breathe. Sometimes, a drink or taking a moment to read will help switch your focus." "I think I should just go back to sleep. I'm sure it will pass." $Rcapitalheshe nods. "It will be a vague memory by morning. I'm here if you need me. You pile down and take a few deep breaths. Your mind begins to ease, and tiredness starts to drag you down to rest again. The weird dream begins to leave your memory, and a moment before you are asleep, you are sure Rune is right.<<elseif $roomie is 'Duri'>>Something shakes you awake. You sit up with a snap. You're breathing hard and sweating. Duri is leaning over you. "$mc…hey." "Duri?" You look around and find your window open. "When did you…" $Dcapitalheshe sits on the bed. "I heard you rolling around in here, and I thought you were having fun without me, so I took a peek. Turns out that you're not having much fun after all." "I had a…bizarre dream, I think. I don't know, it was just flashes of things." "I hate those. If I'm going to have nightmares, the least they can do is make sense – tell a story or something." Duri rolls $Dhisher eyes. You shake your head. "I…maybe I'll just go back to sleep." "Yeah, dream about me instead, yeah?" Duri plops on your bed on $Dhisher side, propping up on one elbow. "Get a good look at me before you fall asleep. If I'm the last thing you think about, you'll dream about me for sure." You snort as you pile down and take a few deep breaths. Your mind begins to ease, and tiredness starts to drag you down to rest again. The weird dream begins to leave your memory, and in a moment before you are asleep, you are sure Duri is right, and you'll see $Dhimher instead soon.<<elseif $roomie is 'Oswin'>>You startle awake. You sit up with a snap. You're breathing hard and sweating. You look around your room quickly but find nothing alarming, yet your pulse is hammering. Groaning, you flop back down on your pillow. It feels so…alone in your room right now. You try to breathe to get your mind and body under control and soothed with your thoughts drifting to Oswin. You wish he was here. "No use in sulking," you mumble. You pile down and take a few deep breaths. Your mind begins to ease and tiredness starts to drag you down to rest again. The weird dream begins to leave your memory and in a moment before you are asleep, you hope that you won't remember the strange feelings they gave you.<</if>><<else>>You startle awake. You sit up with a snap. You're breathing hard and sweating. You look around your room quickly but find nothing alarming, yet your pulse is hammering. Groaning, you flop back down on your pillow. It feels so alone in your room right now. You try to breathe to get your mind and body under control and soothed with your thoughts drifting to your fathers. Would it be silly to…you're 24 years old; you shouldn't be waking them because of strange dreams. "No use in sulking," you mumble. You pile down and take a few deep breaths. Your mind begins to ease, and tiredness starts to drag you down to rest again. The weird dream begins to leave your memory, and a moment before you are asleep, you hope that you won't remember the strange feelings they gave you.<</if>> You sleep the rest of the night undisturbed. The next day, you don't even think about the weird dream at all and spend your whole day like normal. When you drift off to sleep that night… [[Something else is waiting for you….|6.27b]]

My Dear, Forgive me for making this short, but urgent business has pulled me to distant places. I do not yet know when I will return. I happened upon this bottle of fine Auster wine. One of the best in the entire province. I could not help but think of you. Sadly, I cannot be there to share it but perhaps it will keep you warm in my stead. I haven't forgotten your…offer. Please drink this if you like. Consider it a seal of a promise to share a glass with you when I return. I hope your travels have brought you good fortune, and I would love for you to share your stories with me soon. Shadow sends his regards, though I suspect he'd simply like to use you as a bed again. Can't say as though I blame him for that. Stay warm and be only as good as you want to be, ~Nathanael.

Thankfully, you are able to sleep peacefully for a few hours before having a bit of dinner, which Duri joins you for. $Dcapitalheshe is wearing the shoes your papa gifted $Dhimher. You want to point it out so badly, but Duri gives you a look that says to keep your mouth shut. It's cute that the demigod has a soft spot for your papa. You explain to your parents that you'll be out late with Duri, and they both wave you on and tell you to have fun. <<if $Dstat is 'romantic'>>Da gives you a long look with raised eyebrows and a coy smirk. You attempt to ignore it.<</if>> Duri discards the shoes, tucking them in the barn while gathering the pack of dogs and $wolf. They join excitedly around you both, knowing what's about to happen. You count…there are now nine dogs. "You need to tell some of them to go home, Duri – at least four of these dogs belong to other people." $Dcapitalheshe shrugs. "They like me better. I don't want to make them do things they don't want to. Besides, they usually go home for a while every day." You decide to just go with it. "Alright, so where do you shift?" "I go into the woods a bit. I never sense anyone out there. No one has seen me just so you know," Duri says as $Dheshe begins to walk behind the barn toward the treeline of the wood. Rushing to keep up while the pack of dogs follows closely, you ask, "Where do you go?" "I'll show you! It's really beautiful outside of town, you know. Did you know that the brook that runs through Stonebrook actually runs from a rockface!? It's like it comes from the stone!" Duri is clearly excited. You chuckle. "Yes, I knew that; that's how the town got its name." "Oh…" Duri says, making a face. "I thought I found something special…" "I've never seen it if that helps." $Dcapitalheshe smiles again. "It does!" You both rush off into the woods. Normally, you would take precautions for wildcats and the odd bear that may be lingering in the woods, but it's easy to trust Duri's senses. The sun has nearly fully set, and the thick trees make everything very dark. [[It's not long before you arrive at a small clearing.|6.D2]]

Darkness. It's just…dark. You wave a hand in your face and do not see it. There are no stars or moon. You take a step only to startle at the sound of water at your feet. It's shallow, you feel the ground beneath and it doesn't even cover your shoes. "Hello?" you call out. The nothingness absorbs the sound around you. Your voice does not even echo back to you. You begin to walk, nothing but the light splashing of water at your feet. Your steps are careful, but the water never seems to change. You walk and walk and walk. Occasionally you call out, but no one answers. Where are you? Eventually, you get tired. It feels like you have walked for an entire day but found nothing. The sun has not risen nor has the moon come from hiding. A thought dawns on you that you may not even be outside. But what building could be quite this massive? If you were in a cave, you'd have noticed by now and sounds would echo. You stop and simply stand and stare into the nothingness. Everything is so still. The unnatural peacefulness is unsettling. [[Something behind you disturbs the water.|6.27c]]

You feel it lap at your ankles as you hear the delicate swish of water against movement. You are certain that you were perfectly still. Listening, you try to still your panic. The water settles. You swallow hard. "Who- who's there?" you try. No reply comes. Closing your eyes, you try to focus on sound instead, turning your head this way and that, trying to figure out if someone or something is close to you. Suddenly, you hear something. A steady thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. In a rhythm. It's louder in one direction, so you turn to begin walking there. The thumps get louder the further you walk. The sound is familiar, almost soothing in a strange way, though you can't explain why. Thump. Thump. Thump. [[It's a heartbeat.|6.27d]]

The realization makes you pause. Suddenly, you notice a halo of light in front of you. You didn't see it from a distance, but here it is. As your eyes adjust and you walk closer, you realize the light is emanating from a tree. It is a huge and ancient one, with giant plank roots shooting up from the ground like the ones around Stonebrook. The branches are large and sprawling, just beginning to sprout leaves. The closer you get, the thump continues, and the more you recognize this tree. This is the one you were born under. The one your mother died under. It's been some time since you last visited it, but you know it well. Your foot bumps into a root, and you nearly trip. The water sloshes about. Thump. Thump. Thump. "Hello?" you call and then listen. Thump. Thump. Thump. //"Hello,"// a voice replies. You suck in a breath and begin to look around the tree. "Where are you?" //"Where are you."// It echoes, but it's not your voice. It's distinctly more feminine but raspy and weak. Thump. Thump. Thump. You round the tree where two of the largest roots shoot from the ground. Slowly, you peek around them. There's a woman. She sits between the roots, supported by the tree trunk. She's covered in layers of tattered rags. Her $haircolor hair is tremendously long – it flows down to the ground and into the water. Her face points down, and she doesn't acknowledge you. Thump. Thump. Thump. [[Her head raises.|6.27e]]

She has no eyes. You stumble backward. "Are you okay?" you ask as you stare in shock. //"Are you okay."// She only repeats you, though it lacks the inflection from your question. You look around. "Is anyone with you?" //"Is anyone with you."// You step closer, and she huddles further in on herself as if protecting something. Thump. Thump. Thump. "I won't hurt you," you say softly. //"I won't hurt you,"// she mimics. As you get closer, careful not to step on her bare feet, you realize she's holding something. Thump. Thump. Thump. She lifts her face to you again. Though her eye sockets are empty, it's as if she can still see you. She shifts and lifts what she holds toward you. In a bundle of scrap cloth, an infant sleeps. Thump. Thump. Thump. Your throat feels tight. The little baby has $haircolor hair, and you have a sneaking suspicion that it may have $eyecolor eyes. Your breathing picks up as you watch. The woman looks at you again with her eyeless gaze. //"Have you seen my baby?"// Thump. Thump. Thump. [[You stumble back.|6.27f]]

You shake your head. "Um, you're holding your baby, miss." She shakes her head too. "I've lost…''everything''." Thump. Thump. Thump. You take a slow step back, disturbing the water slightly. She begins to stand. The infant vanishes from her arms. Desperately you look around you. There's still nothing and no one around. The woman staggers and struggles until she is on her feet, using the roots to wedge herself up. Thump. Thump. Thump. You are frozen in fear. //"You did this,"// she growls as she staggers toward you. "What? I didn't…no…" //"You did ''this'' to me!"// she cries and stumbles forward. Thump. Thump. Thump. "I didn't! I didn't! I never, I didn't mean to hurt you!" She begins to cackle, her hollow eyes watching you, curling up with mirth. //<<if $mommyissues is 'sad'>>"Oh, poor you. Poor. Sad. Child. Do you think that crying over your dear dead mother erases what you did!?"<<elseif $mommyissues is 'anger'>>"Pathetic child. Do you think your anger is righteous? Do you think it erases what you did to me!?"<<elseif $mommyissues is 'thankful'>>"Do you think feigning gratefulness means that I would ever forgive you for what you did to me!?<<elseif $mommyissues is 'guilt'>>"The only thing you've ever done well is feeling the guilt for my death, but don't think that absolves you of the blight you have become!"<<elseif $mommyissues is 'okay'>>"Are you proud of yourself for killing me and then making peace with it? I suppose you think yourself so noble to be unbothered for killing your own mother!"<</if>>// You stumble back. Your knees buckle and you fall into the water as the woman, your mother, staggers closer. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Thump. Thump. Thump. She mocks your apologies. "Apologies don't stem the bleeding, child!" You suddenly realize that her tattered clothes are covered in red. She's soaked in blood. Your eyes follow it down her legs to the ground…to the //water//. [[Only, it's not water.|6.27g]]

You raise your hands. They're covered in red. Thump. Thump. Thump. They're //dripping// in red. Your horrified eyes turn to look at the expanse of what you believed to be water. All of it – //all// of it is red. It's blood. It is all blood. The tree is soaked in it, the roots lapping it up so that the branches unfurl with bright red leaves. Thump. Thump. Thump. Your mother stumbles closer. "Do you see what you did, child? Wherever you go, blood will follow." You shake your head, stammering incoherent apologies and pleas for mercy. She does not heed you. Thump. Thump. Thump. Your mother falls forward at your feet, on all fours in her own blood, with her eyes like husks as they bore into you. Thump. Thump. Thump. Her lips curl up in a sneer. "You are not //cursed//…" Thump. Thump. Thump. "''You. Are. The. Curse.''" [[She lunges at you.|6.27h]]

You're gasping as your eyes fly open. You grab at your throat, feeling the woman's hand around your neck but finding nothing except your bedding tangled around you. Your heartbeat is so fast that it is all you hear. <<if $roomshare is true>><<if $roomie is 'Zahn'>>Zahn pops up beside you and springs forward. $Zcapitalheshe begins untangling you from the blankets and searching your face and body. Finally, $Zheshe grabs your hands and holds them firmly. "Stop scratching, you'll hurt yourself," $Zheshe pleads. You continue to struggle, tears streaming down your face and your breathing coming in erratic puffs, but it feels as though you are getting no air. "Slowly," Zahn pleads. "You're okay, $mc. You're in bed. You had a nightmare. Slowly." Your body will not be soothed and continues to flail and struggle. You hear Zahn stammer and then sob, pressing $Zhisher body into you and holding on. "It's okay, it's okay. I'm here. It'll be over soon, I promise. They don't last, you'll feel okay again soon." Zahn continues to babble anything that comes to mind mixed with soft reassurances. Oddly, it helps you refocus and realize that you've escaped the dream. Your body settles and accepts that there is no danger. Zahn watches over you and talks until you are calm enough to reason. $Zcapitalheshe helps you sit up in bed and dabs the sweat from your brow and neck. $Zcapitalheshe gets you water from the washroom to drink. $Zcapitalheshe sits and watches you closely as you try to relax. "I…uh, I sometimes dream about when I was a kid. They used to be really scary, but I got used to them I think. They don't bother me much anymore even when I have them." You nod. "You've been through a lot. So much. Too much and really close together. Bad dreams are normal." There's a nervous lilt to $Zhisher voice. "I want to help you…but I…maybe if you told me about it?" You shake your head. "Not tonight." $Zcapitalheshe nods. "Then I'll just be here. We can stay awake – I can talk all night if you want." Zahn scuttles up to sit next to you. You focus on breathing, trying to will your mind to not deviate back to the hollow eyes of the woman. Zahn snaps $Zhisher fingers. "I know, I'll teach you a song. But you can't tell anyone that you heard it from me…I'm not supposed to know it." You raise an eyebrow. "It's a song…why?" "It's sort of…about Din…and not in a nice way. I learned it in a brothel." $Zcapitalheshe gasps. "I wasn't…you know //soliciting//. The Acceptor sent me and a few others to spread Din's message and they didn't exactly like us, so they sang this song…" You manage a small smile. "Sure, how does it go?" Zahn clears $Zhisher throat. "I'm not a great singer I don't think…but I imagine you don't care right now." You sit back, watching Zahn. "//Oooh Din the pompous prick, With his rules and scrolls so thick, He counted sins while he fucked the twins, And made his people sick!//" You begin to chuckle and Zahn smiles at you before continuing to the second verse. The song goes on to paint Din as a two-faced god with a stick up his ass who needed a stiff drink. Zahn's a much better singer than $Zheshe gives $Zhimselfherself credit for. You begin to lean as you listen, each blink of your eyes taking longer and longer until they no longer open. [[The rest of the night is blissfully dreamless.|6.27i]]<<elseif $roomie is 'Rune'>>A soft purple light envelopes you and you feel a rush of cool air like wind coming off a stream. "Easy, $mc, easy. I can help you," Rune says as you feel the blankets being pulled out from your torso. Soft hands grab yours and pull them from your neck. "You had a nightmare," Rune states as $Rheshe begins to massage your hands with $Rhisher thumbs. "Just breathe slowly, it's fading. Follow my voice." You feel Rune smooth your hair down and gently caress the side of your face as $Rheshe speaks gently, "You are safe. You are no longer dreaming. Breathe in….Breathe out. You are safe in your bedroom. I'm right next to you, and your fathers are just down the way. You're in your own bed safe and sound…" For a while, your body continues to struggle, but eventually, your mind is able to focus only on Rune until you can reason. $Rcapitalheshe gets you water and dabs your forehead and neck with a rag. You focus on breathing and clearing your mind as Rune speaks to you. After a time, you're not even sure what $Rheshe's saying but catch the end of what you think is a cake recipe. "Did you just tell me how to make a cake?" Rune chuckles. "That's the third recipe I've recited. Now that you've noticed, it means your head is clear. Consequently, should you like to make that for me at some point…I wouldn't argue." You manage to smile a little. "I may need to hear it again." $Rcapitalheshe looks at you softly. "Are you ready to talk about it?" Shaking your head, you lean forward and rub your temples."No…I'd rather not." Rune nods and then surprises you by crawling around on the bed until $Rheshe has plopped behind you. "Then, allow me to help you relax." $Rcapitalheshe cracks $Rhisher knuckles. You consider if you should be worried until Rune grabs your pillow and guides you to lay down on it while it rests on $Rhisher lap. $Rcapitalheshe begins to massage your scalp with careful and gentle fingers. Rune works through your hair and then down to the back of your neck, kneading away the tension while $Rheshe hums a song. Rune massages down across your shoulders and then back up to run the tips of $Rhisher fingers up your neck and along your face before repeating the motions. All your muscles surrender and each blink of your eyes takes longer and longer until they no longer open. [[The rest of the night is blissfully dreamless.|6.27i]]<<elseif $roomie is 'Duri'>>"Whoa! Whoa! What's wrong!?" Duri pops into your line of sight as you struggle. "Stop that, you're gonna hurt yourself." Duri's hands grab yours and pull them away from your throat. "It's okay, I'm not gonna hurt you either. $mc, please, you're okay!" There's panic in $Dhisher eyes. You're pulled up to a sitting position and Duri's hands hold your face on either side as $Dheshe brings $Dhisher nose to yours to stare into your eyes. "It's okay now, you're fine. Nothing's gonna get you. I'm right here. I can protect you from anything, $mc. If something tries to hurt you, I'll tear it apart, you know that." $Dcapitalheshe presses you against $Dhisher chest and begins to sway, holding you until you're able to think coherently again. Duri only leaves you to get you water from the washroom, though $Dheshe brings it back cupped in $Dhisher hands. It manages to bring a smile to your face. You shake your head as you look at the demigod dripping water onto your bed and floor as $Dheshe struggles to bring you a drink. "I panicked; don't give me that cute little smirk," Duri chides. "I don't know what I'm doing," $Dheshe pouts. You are too shaken and exhausted to mind, so you drink what you can from $Dhisher hands and then Duri simply drops the remnants and dries $Dhisher hands on $Dhisher robes. "I can find a cup if you want more," Duri offers. "No, thank you. I appreciate what you did." Duri smiles. "Are you too warm? I'll open your window…again." "Again?" You tilt your head. "When did you get here?" The demigod shuffles over to the window and cracks it open. "A while ago…you were asleep, so I got in bed and fell asleep too." "Have you been…visiting often when I'm asleep?" Duri shrugs and jumps on the bed, sprawling out. "Here and there. You invited me; you knew the risks." You watch Duri with a smile, appreciating $Dhisher cheeky little grin. $Dcapitalheshe pops up on all fours. "I know just what you need…" Your mouth drops. "Um…" Duri's eyes glow, and out pops $Dhisher wolf ears and tail. $Dcapitalhisher smile gets a bit toothier as the tail begins to sway, almost wag. "When you're stressed, the best cure is a little bit of fur under your hands." "Duri…I don't…this isn't really the time to have //that// conversation…" $Dcapitalheshe grabs your hand and plops it on $Dhisher head. "Go on, feel my ears! They're so soft, my tail, too. I'd shift completely, but I think I'd break your bed..." You begin to rub the demigod's ears. They're //incredibly// soft. Duri piles down and places $Dhisher head in your lap. You run your fingers through $Dhisher hair and find it silky as well. You fiddle with the gold earring in $Dhisher right ear and the notch in the other. "If I was a cat, I would purr for you too," Duri says, looking up at you with bright eyes. You recline back as you focus on the feel of $Dhisher ears, running your hand through $Dhisher tail as well – the fur is more coarse but still so fluffy. Each blink of your eyes takes longer and longer until they no longer open. [[The rest of the night is blissfully dreamless.|6.27i]]<<elseif $roomie is 'Oswin'>>You awake gasping for air and struggling to get away. You claw at your throat, feeling the woman's hands around your neck. Falling to the floor, you wriggle desperately, trapped inside your bed linens, without realizing you've already escaped the dream. You feel like she's holding onto you, pulling you back, ready to drown you in blood. The bedding gives way, and you instinctively get up and begin to run from your room. Your mind is blank as you dart down the stairs, feeling like she must be crawling down them to get to you. So, you bolt all the way through the front door. Your breathing is erratic, but you feel that if you stop, she will get you. All you can think is run, run, run. You cannot stop. Until you collide with something. You begin to swing your arms and fight until you hear Oswin's voice. "$mc, $mc, it's okay. I'm here – it's just me," he says softly. He's careful not to treat you roughly even though you are wildly swinging at him. "Take some breaths with me. Come back to me, $mc. You need to wake up." Suddenly, you breathe, and it is like waking up again. You pant for air and become cognizant that you are outside in your night clothes and barefoot. Oswin lightly holds your wrists, looking at you with worried eyes. Remembering the woman, you turn on your heel to check behind you. There's nothing. You look up and find the stars and moon where they should be and listen to hear the crickets chirping into the night. "It's okay," Oswin says as he releases your wrists. "You must have had a vivid dream." You nod as you catch your breath. Oswin guides you back to the porch to sit on the bench together. "I'm sorry that I do not have my waterskin with me. I can go inside and get you a drink if you like," he offers. You shake your head. "Do you want to talk about it?" You shake your head again. "No, not now." He nods. "I understand. I'm no stranger to bad dreams. Know that I will listen if you wish to discuss it. I feared that you might have nightmares. You're not alone, $mc. It gets better with time. Until then, you can count on me and our new friends to ease your mind." You sit quietly until your breathing is normal and your heartbeat relaxes. The slight chill in the air has given you respite from how hot and sweaty you became, but now you are getting chilled. The thought of going inside and back to bed leaves a bitter taste in your mouth. "I can go in with you," Oswin says. "You don't have to go back to sleep either. We can stay up for the night even if you like. It's easier to sleep when the sun comes up after a nightmare." He smiles softly at you. "Yeah," you agree. "Would you stay with me?" "Of course. For as long as you like." Oswin helps you stand and leads you back inside. You are shocked that you haven't disturbed your parents. You both go to the den and sit on the couch there. Oswin lights a small fire to cast light into the room and take the subtle chill from the air. He sits quietly with you as you watch the flames. Your eyes are heavy, but you will them to stay open. It's a losing battle; the nightmare has made you even more exhausted. You begin to lean as you watch the fire, each blink of your eyes taking longer and longer until they no longer open. [[The rest of the night is blissfully dreamless.|6.27i]]<</if>><<else>>You awake gasping for air and struggling to get away. You claw at your throat, feeling the woman's hands around your neck. Falling to the floor, you wriggle desperately, trapped inside your bed linens, without realizing you've already escaped the dream. You feel like she's holding onto you, pulling you back, ready to drown you in blood. You slam into your nightstand table and hear something clatter to the floor as you try to roll away. You call out as you struggle in fear and frustration. Suddenly, you feel something grab you by the arms and heave you up. At first you struggle harder, but then, you hear your papa's voice. "Easy Sprout, easy. Yer tangled up." "Papa! Papa!" You frantically scan the room with your eyes, not realizing he's the one lifting you. You're returned to your bed flat on your back, and you begin to realize that you've awakened. Stunned and still confused, you stare at the ceiling. Papa's big hand sweeps through your hair. You focus on him as you pant for air. "Papa?" "I'm here, heard ya yellin' and a big thump. Did ya have a nightmare?" You hear a series of rapid clunks from outside of your bedroom. Da bursts through the door and hobbles on his crutch to your bedside. He looks barely awake. "What's wrong?" he croaks. "Is $mc okay?" You sit up. "I'm…I'm fine; I had a nightmare." Da's eyes are bleary as he looks at you. You can tell that, like you, he's having a hard time waking up. He feels your forehead. "I'll get some water," Papa says before going to your washroom. "Here, get up, kid." Da begins to hobble toward the window. You get up and follow, and Da opens the window to let the cooler night air roll in. "You're overheated, but I don't think it's fever. Once you cool off, you'll feel better." Papa returns with a cup of water that you drink to soothe your throat and stomach, which is rolling with nausea. You stand at the window with your parents, sipping your water as your pulse steadies and you cool off. The dream still clings to your mind, but at least you know you're not in it any longer. You don't recall ever having a dream quite like that, certainly not one that clung so hard once you finally awoke. Da gently nudges you with his shoulder. "Bad dreams after what you've been through are normal. I want you to know that. Speaking from experience, it helps to acknowledge and talk about them." You shake your head. "I don't know if I want to do that right now." Da nods, but you can see how conflicted his expression is. He wants to press but doesn't. Your parents stand at the window with you for a long time. They chat, sharing some details about their day and plans for the next. You even share a few laughs. They take your mind off of the things that try to haunt you from sleep, and eventually, you begin to nod off where you stand. You end up back in bed at some point. Your eyes are too heavy to keep going. [[The rest of the night is blissfully dreamless.|6.27i]] <</if>>

The next day, you awake late into the morning. The sun has been up for quite a while, and the morning birds are all on the hunt for their lunches. You're groggy with a malaise that penetrates to your core and makes you wonder if you should have slept at all. <<if $roomshare is true>><<if $roomie is 'Zahn'>>Zahn stirs beside you, also still asleep. You smile as you think of how kind $Zheshe was to try and soothe you. It was obvious that you had really worried $Zhimher, and $Zheshe understood your plight well. Zahn rouses as you sit up and stretch. $Zcapitalheshe smiles at you from the bed, and you admire how mussed $Zhisher hair is sprawled out with sunlight going through it. As $Zheshe unfurls $Zhisher limbs, you note once more how thin $Zhisher nightshirt is and how it highlights how cute Zahn can be. It slips up as $Zheshe stretches… "It's kinda late," Zahn says, gazing up at you sweetly. "We should find something good to eat and go for a walk in the woods." "In the woods?" you question. "Yeah, I saw some big juicy berries the other day, and I want to see if they're good to eat yet." You snicker. "I'd like that." Zahn sits up and smooths your hair. "If you ever want to talk about it, let me know. If you don't want to sleep at night, we won't. I'll stay awake with you so you're not alone." You bite your lip and nod. "Now, let's get going before all the birds take the best berries!" You do just that, passing the day with Zahn. You find an entire bushel of berries – selling some to your neighbors and setting aside others to make jams and pie.<<elseif $roomie is 'Rune'>>You find yourself nestled in Rune's arms but slipped below $Rhisher chest as $Rheshe awkwardly hugs your head close. You think of the massage Rune gave you to relax and how blissful it felt. The two of you must have fallen asleep as you were and then fell over. Rune is even elegant when sleeping, other than how $Rheshe is holding onto you like a kid with a stuffed toy, $Rheshe seems the picture of perfection. You pull away, though Rune brings your right back with a cute grumble. Relaxing, you are tempted to give in and try to sleep more, but it may be close to midday already. "Rune," you say quietly. $Rcapitalheshe grumbles and squeezes you harder. You chuckle and try to shake to wake Rune up but have little success for a few moments. You end up being hugged rather firmly before the mage suddenly wakes and realizes what $Rheshe's doing. You're released quickly, and Rune sits up with a gasp. "I am so sorry, $mc. I did not realize I was holding you…" $Rcapitalheshe glances away and begins to fidget with $Rhisher night clothes. "It's fine. I think we both fell asleep tangled up." Rune hums in agreement. "I hope you slept fine after…" "I did. No dreams, thankfully. Almost half the day is gone now, though." "Oh, You're right…that's okay. We can make the best of it. You earned a late morning after what you went through. It's okay to take a rest after a bad night. We should help your da today." "Yeah?" Rune nods. "It's already late, and I know he'd appreciate it. We can make some food, keep him company and such. I know Dov feels more at ease when your da has someone with him, too." You smirk. "Ah-ha, I see. Trying to win over my papa?" The mage carefully removes $Rhisher sleeping bonnet from $Rhisher hair, releasing a beautiful cascade of curls. "Can't blame me for trying." Rune smiles. You pass the day with Rune and your da, making food and helping him with his knitting. He's happy to have company, chattering about all the things he's learned to make with yarn. <<elseif $roomie is 'Duri'>>You can hardly move and it's incredibly warm…. Duri has wrapped $Dhimselfherself around you. $Dcapitalhisher face is nestled in your neck, and $Dheshe has both arms around you and one leg over your hip. You worry for a moment if your fathers could have peeked in and found Duri's ears and tail out, but you haven't heard your da swearing yet, so it's a good sign that they haven't. You try to move, but Duri groans in protest, holding you tighter. Gently, you begin to wiggle so that the demigod begins to rock and sway. $Dcapitalheshe groans again, but you don't miss the way the tail begins to thump against you. Duri is much more like a dog than you think $Dheshe realizes. "Duri, come on now, it's time to get up." You wiggle again. A cascade of hot air puffs across your neck and shoulder as $Dheshe protests again but loosens $Dhisher grip. "No fair, you're very comfortable." Taking one last chance, you massage Duri's fuzzy ears one last time. "And you're very warm, and it's already midday. Put these away just in case my fathers come to check on me." Duri yawns and rolls over, stretching out completely in the middle of your bed. "They'd knock, right?" "Unless they think I'm in trouble. You know, like if it sounds like someone snuck into my room in the middle of the night and isn't supposed to be there." "Point taken…" The ears and tail disappear within a glow of gold light. "I don't want to be on the receiving end of your da's crutch…" "Not Papa's axe?" you ask, propping your head up on one hand. "No way. He's a total sweetheart and loves me already. Not that he couldn't be scary…he's probably one of the strongest humans I've ever met." That piques your interest. "Really?" Duri nods. "Reminds me of people from a long time ago, before my big sleep. They were big, some of them. Traveled in huge groups. They came to my forest sometimes, and my mother welcomed them to camp around the shrine. I liked them, played with their kids." $Dcapitalheshe makes a disgusted face. "Lots of them sought Valko's //guidance// but all the smart ones spoke to my mother." You sit up. "I think that was my grandmother's people. They were all nomads. She always told me that she thought she was the last one." "Really?" You nod. "Yeah, but she never told me if they had a name or anything, so I'm not sure it's the same group. But they're the only nomads I've heard of." Duri nods. "That's right…they didn't have a name because they named Iroda. They called themselves Iroda or Irodians." "She never told me that…" The demigod laughs. "They were a pretty humble people even then. That's what my mother told me, that the whole world of humans started with them. They traveled and explored, and little by little, they settled in all parts of the world and made cities." Scooting forward, you tilt your head. "Could you tell me anything about them?" Duri smiles wide. You spend the afternoon with Duri, reminiscing on what $Dheshe remembers of the nomadic group that visited $Dhisher home. Some things you are told resonate with stories passed down by your grandmother but many things are new to you. Duri has several stories about playing with the children and the games they taught $Dhimher.<<elseif $roomie is 'Oswin'>>You suddenly realize that you're in the den. Blinking away sleep, you get your bearings, realizing that you and Oswin are curled into each other on the couch. You sit up quickly and take a look around. Adjacent from you, close to the fireplace, you find your da in his rocking chair. He's watching you. <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>He's watching you both while knitting – not even glancing at his stitching as he rocks in the chair.<<else>>He's watching you both while he churns butter. He has a serious look on his face.<</if>> As you meet his gaze, he raises an eyebrow. You glance at Oswin, who is sound asleep and slumped into you. "Glad to see that you two are getting along so well," da quips. You struggle to get out of Oswin's clutches, which makes him stir and snap awake. Before you can make a rebuttal, Oswin is stumbling to his feet. He nearly trips and falls the moment he sees your father watching. "I'm…" Oswin looks to you and then to your da. "I'm terribly sorry…I should- Um, I'll see myself out," he says as he hustles to the door. "Oswin," you call reflexively, unsure of what to say. He stops and turns toward you and stares. Just for a moment, you think he will do what he always does and run away until he hurries back. Though he swallows nervously as he quickly glances toward your father, he pulls a blanket over your shoulders and then fusses with your hair. His eyes dart to your lips, and then he licks his own. He bends, and you think he may kiss you, but instead, he begins to whisper. "Come find me if you need to talk." His warm breath so close to your neck nearly makes you forget who you are. Oswin tips his head at your da before hurrying to the door again, not leaving until he throws you a long and //heated// look first. You tug the blanket around you, though not because you are cold, as you exchange glances with your father. He smirks. "How long do you think it will take for him to realize he never put his boots back on?" Your eyes dart to the boots in question tucked beside the fireplace. Both of you begin to snicker. Shaking your head, you answer, "I think after that, there's no way he's coming back for them." Da nods. "I think you're right. I didn't mean to disturb you, by the way. You've been old enough to make your own choices for years, but it's hard to drag this chair when you only have one good leg. And I couldn't resist; that boy is too easy to pester." You hum an agreement, standing to go back to your room. "You doing okay, kid?" Da asks. You bite your lip. "Dream," you say simply. He nods. "I know what that's like. Helps to talk, but I won't pressure you. Helps to knit and make butter, too, honestly. Why don't you get ready and help me today?" "Sure," you say with a smile. You do just that, passing the day helping your da around the house while you chit-chat. <</if>><<else>>You're in your bed, unsure of how you got there. Your eyes are still very heavy and your mind is foggy from a rough and long night. As you wince at the light coming through the window you realize that it's nearly midday. As your vision clears, you realize that Papa is sitting under your window sound asleep. Da is on a chair next to your bed with his bad leg propped up on your mattress. He's also asleep. Your fathers stayed at your bedside while you slept. Just like whenever you'd get sick. You smile. They will always be there for you, no matter how old you get. No matter the nightmares. You just hope you can live long enough to show them how much it means to you. Da stirs, opening sleepy hazel eyes and finding a smile for you. "Sleep okay, kid?" he asks with a rough voice. You nod. "Better, still groggy but I think we all will be." He nods and then grabs his crutch so he can prod your papa with it in the leg. "Isn't there a saying about awakening bears?" he quips. Papa peeks at him with one eye. "Keep pokin' me and yer bound to find out." You and Da chuckle. Once Papa gets up and has stretched the kinks from his back, he sits on the foot of your bed after kissing Da on the head. Then, he levels you with a look, a serious one. "Sprout, I want ya to know that no one is gonna make you talk about anythin' uncomfortable. But I will tell ya what I told yer da many years ago – it helps and my ears are always ready. Always." Da nods along. "Same for me. I resisted talking about my dreams and the things that caused them for a long time. It was hard and it doesn't immediately fix it, but it helps you beat it. But you go at your pace, and we'll match you, okay?" "Okay," you agree. "I'll remember that. Thank you Da, and thank you, Papa." Da waves off your thanks as he stands with the help of his crutch. "Okay now, It's already time for lunch, so both of you come with me because we're fixing a shitload of delicious things to eat." You and Papa both look at each other and raise a brow. "A shitload?" you question. "I don't know if I like the sound of that." After making a rude gesture at you, Da hobbles away with his crutch as he snickers. You spend what's left with your parents making a feast for you and your friends including all manner of sweet treats. The day shapes up to be much better, bringing you a semblance of peace with every tasty bite. <</if>>The next few nights leave you paranoid that strange dreams will return for you. Thankfully, they don't, and the one of your twisted mother slowly fades. At least, the details do. You still remember the blood, her hollow, eyeless gaze, and the anger in her voice. You begin to wonder…if she was right. [[Maybe you are the curse.|6.28]]

All of the dogs get excited. Some spin in place, others run around the clearing. $wolf stands at your side, stock-still with eyes on Duri. $Dcapitalheshe waits until you look at $Dhimher and then unclasps $Dhisher robes. They flow to the ground like water, and just like that, Duri is naked. <<if $Dstat is 'romantic'>><<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>Your face heats as you divert your eyes. But you dart them right back as you think that it's more suspicious to //not// look. $Dcapitalheshe smiles at you, so you look away again and clear your throat.<<else>>You bite your lip as you try not to grin, looking away coyly for a moment. Duri raises an eyebrow at you and grins.<</if>><</if>> $Dcapitalheshe doesn't tarry long, shifting with a golden glow before your eyes as the dogs yip with excitement. Finally, the great wolf stands before you again. You can't help but admire $Dhisher commanding presence. $Dcapitalheshe stands so tall, looking at you with sharp golden-yellow eyes set in a pointed face. Even though you've seen Duri shifted before, now you get to admire how majestic $Dhisher wolf form really is…and how soft-looking. Duri pads up, <<if $height is 'verytall'>>hovering over you – the only time Duri is taller than you.<<elseif $height is 'tall'>>looming over you – the only time Duri is truly taller than you.<<elseif $height is 'average'>>towering over you.<<else>>towering over you, making you feel extra tiny.<</if>> $Dcapitalheshe lowers $Dhisher head and gently boops your nose with $Dhisher snout. <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>You roll your eyes.<<else>>You chuckle and shake your head.<</if>> You wish Duri could speak when $Dheshe's shifted, but $Dheshe does well to give you cues. After stretching with front legs pulled out in front and tail end going in the air, Durl lays down and gives you a look. After grabbing $Dhisher robes just in case, you climb up and hang on as $Dheshe gets to $Dhisher feet. [[The run begins…|6.D3]]

At the start, Duri lets you get comfortable while riding on $Dhisher back, starting slowly as you all navigate through the thick trees. The dogs run around, giving Duri room but sticking close as $Dheshe warms up. You are taken through parts of the wood that you don't think you've explored before, parts that were too deep to venture into much. These are areas that bear and wildcats like to frequent. You don't often see wolves, at least until now, but there is a known pack a bit further north from the perimeter of Stonebrook. As Duri picks up speed, the trees begin to thin. $Dcapitalheshe takes you further north and a bit east where the land begins to open up, and becomes a bit rocky and hilly. You've only been west of here, when traveling to Lale where there is a level road covered in more trees. You're surprised by how rocky it gets, noting that the hills rise the further you go, looking more and more like small mountains. You hear a harrumph from Duri, and you're not sure why until $Dheshe picks up speed. You hang on, leaning lower, grasping the thick fur around the base of $Dhisher neck. The demigod gradually raises $Dhisher speed, leaping over small gullies and obstacles with the ease and elegance of a trained horse – though you decide not to tell $Dhimher that. You go faster and faster to the point where the air rushing past your ears blocks out most of the noise around you. The dogs run at Duri's side, barking and yipping excitedly as they struggle to keep up. The muscles under your hands and legs are immense, and you can feel how much power Duri has in this body. $Dcapitalhisher speed increases even more, and you <<if $RecklessCautious > 49>>lift your head to feel the rush of wind through your hair<<else>>cling hard to hold on<</if>>. The pack falls behind after a while, Duri's speed is too great to keep up with, and even $wolf gets left behind with the others. You approach a large elevation, too big to be a hill, with one side jutting up and lined with several rocky slopes. Duri doesn't slow, jumping over the brook, which flows from the cliff, and heading towards it at full speed. $Dcapitalheshe leaps with ease from slope to slope to the top of the bluff. In moments, you are high enough in the air that you can see over the top of the entire forest that surrounds Stonebrook. Duri pants, long tongue lolling from massive teeth. As you slip from the demigod's back, $Dheshe levels you with a long look that makes you stumble backward. There's wildness in $Dhisher eyes, the same sort you saw on your first encounter. You can't look away. Duri turns away and then bounds up a small rocky plateau from which the brook bubbles out. [[The wolf calls.|6.D4]]

Duri throws $Dhisher head back in a loud and spectral howl. The sound carries over the valley below. It rattles your bones and sends shivers up your back. Your gut tells you to run, to hide. Instinct tells you that you're in danger. But you can't move. You're entranced with the sight and sound. When Duri stops, $Dheshe stares out over the expanse below, ears pricked up and listening. Everything has gone silent. Nothing stirs – no insects, bats, owls, frogs. All is still and in fear of the wolf. A chorus of howls rings back, distant and much quieter, coming from all directions. You do not doubt that $wolf's voice is among them. Satisfied with $Dhisher song, Duri steps down and plods over to you but doesn't shift. $Dcapitalheshe looks at you with something akin to hunger. $Dcapitalheshe keeps $Dhisher head lowered and begins to circle you. You're suddenly reminded of how little you actually know about Duri. You assumed, with good reason, that $Dheshe kept a sort of…human understanding when shifted. Even if $Dheshe could not speak, that $Dhisher mind was still Duri. But what you are faced with now is a wolf stalking prey. <<if $Dstat is 'friends'>>"Duri," you say. "What are you up to exactly? If you brought me out here to eat me, I feel like you could have saved some energy by dining elsewhere."<<elseif $Dstat is 'romantic'>>A strange feeling comes over you. Perhaps you //like// being looked at like prey?<<else>>You place your hands on your hips and follow so your back isn't turned to $Dhimher. "That's enough of that, Duri'naan," you chide.<</if>> <<if $Dstat is 'friends'>>$Dcapitalheshe snorts, and you think $Dhisher lips curl up in a sort of smile – though it looks a bit like a snarl.<<elseif $Dstat is 'romantic'>>Duri stalks closer and you freeze. The only thing you hear is $Dhisher heavy footfalls. Your heart is beating with a strange mix of excitement and trepidation. You think you hear a deep guttural chuckle, the same as you heard when you first witnessed Duri shift. $Dcapitalheshe pads behind you, and then you feel hot breath right along the back of your neck.<<else>>$Dcapitalheshe //whines//, and then flops down on $Dhisher hind legs. Now you've seen everything – a demigod pouting.<</if>> <<if $Dstat is 'friends'>>There's a golden glow, and then your friend is before you on two legs instead of four – nude, but you're getting used to that. You smile and shake your head. "I guess you have a point there," Duri remarks. "But, if I eat you out here, I get to savor you so much longer." "Long way back on a full stomach," you snark. Duri's upper lip curls up as $Dheshe pretends to mock you. "Maybe I'll just eat half now and bury the other half for later then." $Dcapitalheshe sticks $Dhisher tongue out. You laugh.<<elseif $Dstat is 'romantic'>>There's a ray of gold from behind, but you stay still. The hot breath is still on the back of your neck. Duri hums. "Brave, letting a wolf see your back." You turn your head to look. "Maybe I wanted you to see it?" $Dcapitalhisher eyes go wide for a moment. You smile.<<else>>Duri shifts suddenly, appearing before you, still on the ground and pouting. $Dcapitalheshe sticks $Dhisher tongue out at you. You laugh.<</if>> The demigod changes course abruptly and rushes to the edge of the bluff, opening $Dhisher arms out wide to the expanse before you. "Anyway! This is what I wanted you to see." Hustling to the edge, you join Duri, $Dhisher robes long forgotten. The view is just as nice as the one from Duri's back. The hills roll, and the trees meet the night sky in a beautiful contrast of colors. The moon and stars are out in force and very bright. It's peaceful. You also marvel at the distance from your home. You don't know how long Duri ran, but your home looks so far away from here. You turn and also look at the bluff you are on. It's fairly large and seems to jut up from the ground with little buildup compared to most of the hills around. It houses a small line of trees and the stone opening from which the brook gushes, descends, and eventually flows through town. The flow is heavy, and the channel barely contains the water that rushes out of it. [[Duri takes a deep breath.|6.D5]]

You expect $Dhimher to say something, but $Dheshe doesn't, so you wait a moment. Still nothing. Crickets begin their song again. Duri fidgets, and you begin to realize that it feels a little odd just staring out into the night sky with a naked demigod beside you. <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"Is something on your mind?" you ask.<<else>>"My word, is the demigod //speechless//?" you prompt.<</if>> $Dcapitalheshe smirks at you briefly before returning $Dhisher gaze out to the night sky. "I…um, I made up the thing about the debt before. That you owed me for saving you." <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>You smile. "I might have had a feeling about that."<<else>>You snort. "I know."<</if>> Duri groans. "I was playing a game, I didn't actually…I was just going to drop you off at the city and go home. But…I don't know, you kinda grew on me I guess." "Really?" "Nearly 30 years alone in a forest will make you starved for company, you know. Don't get a big head about it." <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"I wasn't making fun," you note.<<else>>"Too late," you quip with a grin.<</if>> $Dcapitalheshe shifts to the side a bit to stand closer. "I like my space most of the time. At least not when, you know, I'm //sharing// space with someone." <<if $Dpout is true>>Your stomach turns a bit.<<else>>You sigh.<</if>> <<if $Dpout is true>>Duri leans toward you. "Are you gonna do that adorable thing again where your face gets all scrunchy? You are really cute when you're jealous, you know." You give $Dhimher a scathing look.<</if>> "//Anyway//," $Dheshe drawls. "I guess I'm also saying that I wanna help." "You already helped a bit, you know." Duri nods. "I think I can help //more//, like really help – the curse-breaking kind." "Can you?" $Dcapitalheshe shakes $Dhisher head. "Not myself. I have a lot of power, but it's limited to my body. But…I wasn't lying before; I have a sister who can help. She's not a witch. She's a goddess." "Seriously? Who is she?" "Ever heard of Sollemne?" "It's a little familiar," you say as you try to place the name. "Goddess of Celebration," Duri says, flitting one hand in the air in a mocking sort of gesture. "More like goddess of being a happy-drunk," $Dheshe says with a degree of affection. "She's my half-sister from my father. We were close once, but I haven't seen her in a long time. I heard from a friend a few years ago that she goes from city to city to find parties. She won't be easy to pin down, but I at least know where she'll be this summer." You tilt your head. "She never misses Llyr's memorial in Hodan. They were friends, drinking buddies – maybe more, but she would never confess it to me. If we can catch her there, she'd also be at her most powerful and drunk." Duri snickers. "She's…nice though. She was always kind and stuck up for me and my mother." You smile. "It's a lead I will gladly take. Thank you, Duri." $Dcapitalheshe nods but doesn't look at you. You let the silence stretch for a few moments, enjoying the sounds of the night creatures and the wind rustling through the tree leaves. You find yourself curious about Duri's family. $Dcapitalheshe openly detests $Dhisher father, clearly misses $Dhisher mother, but has a fondness for $Dhisher sister even though she's $Dhisher father's daughter. [[You turn to ask, but find Duri already looking at you.|6.D6]]

$Dcapitalheshe grins. "What?" you ask, surprised. Duri shrugs. "I can //feel// your curiosity from here. It's sweet." "Can you blame me though?" $Dcapitalheshe pretends to think for a moment. "Nope – I'd want to know about me too. I am //fascinating// after all." <<if $Dstat is 'friends'>>You raise one eyebrow and shake your head.<<elseif $Dstat is 'romantic'>>You roll your eyes affectionately.<<else>>You glower.<</if>> "Okay, then, since you are so fascinating…can you tell me a bit about them?" <<if $Dstat is 'romantic'>>After staring at you for a long moment, Duri folds $Dhisher arms. "It's…they're not //that// interesting. I don't know why you'd be so curious." "Well," you begin. "Telling me about them lets me learn more about you." "Oh…" Duri says, seemingly stumped. "And you are fascinating after all…" you tease. The demigod takes a deep breath and then looks up to the night sky again. "You probably already know all the important stuff. I miss my mother, I hate my father, I have a good sister…and…I miss my uncle too." "You've mentioned your uncle a couple of times…do you think he's…" "Dead," Duri says. "Probably. I don't know why else he wouldn't have come back. He wasn't well to begin with, but after…my mother, he took care of me. It was just us for a long time." "Not your father or sister?" you ask gently. Duri snorts. "No, Valko…thought I was weak. Maybe I am- //was//, maybe I was. He didn't have the need for weak offspring. Sol had her own problems." You scoff. "Your father seems like…" "An ass," $Dheshe finishes eagerly. "Especially compared to yours. I didn't know fathers could be…could be good, $mc." You smile. "They've always been there for me…took me in when I needed a home and they probably got a lot more than they bargained for." "They'd do it again," $Dheshe remarks. "Even if they knew ahead that you'd be cursed and bring a bunch of weird strangers to their door one day…they'd pick you again." "And you know that how exactly?" You place your hands on your hips and level Duri with a stare. $Dcapitalheshe turns toward you with a smug grin. "Because I'm //fascinating//, Lambchop, keep up." You groan.<<else>>After considering your question for a moment, Duri sighs. "There's not really anything to tell. I'm alone now." You hum in acknowledgment. Perhaps Duri will want to talk more about it later.<</if>> There's a peaceful quiet that settles over the both of you as you look out over the expanse of sky and land. It's quite beautiful and you'd like to make the journey up here again someday. Suddenly, you feel more heat at your side and turn to find that Duri is much closer. $Dcapitalhisher golden brown eyes look you up and down. "So," $Dheshe says. "Since we're here and //alone//…" $Dcapitalheshe leans in closer, just a hair's breadth away from your face. "We could fuck before I take you home…" <<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>Your eyes go wide and you begin to stammer, unsure of what to say or do.<<else>>"Oh," you say, fixing Duri with a stare of your own. "Is this why you lured me so far away from my fathers?"<</if>> $Dcapitalheshe smiles, and there's a sweet edge to it. "There's no pressure, I'll take you home regardless, but if you wanna have some fun first I'd be happy to show you a good time. I also promise that sex wasn't why I wanted you to come out with me tonight. It's just for fun, nothing serious." [[You decline.|6.D5a]] [[You feel nervous but accept.|6.D5b]] [[You feel confident and accept.|6.D5c]]

<<set $D6sex to 'declined'>> You shake your head. "Sorry, I would prefer not." Duri takes a step back and nods. "Alright, that's fair. The offer stands next time we get the chance." "Thank you, I think." "Let's get you home," $Dheshe adds. Duri shifts again, and you ride once more upon $Dhisher back. $Dcapitalheshe takes the way a bit slower this time, and you are met with the pack again who travel with you. It's a quiet and enjoyable journey back. You get to see parts of the forest that you had previously missed because of how fast Duri ran through before. It gives you time to think about why you turned down Duri's offer. <<cycle "$Ddeclinereason" autoselect>> <<option "You didn't feel like it.">> <<option "You have someone else in your heart.">> <<option "You simply do not have interest in sex.">> <<option "You do not have sexual interest in Duri.">> <<option "You don't want to have sex with Duri unless it's meaningful.">> <<option "Being asked like that was off-putting.">> <</cycle>> [[Taking a deep breath of the night air, you relax, looking forward to going to bed.|6.34]]

<<set $D6sex to 'accepted'>> You begin to fidget in place, tugging at your clothes as you nod. But Duri doesn't say anything. $Dcapitalheshe steps in front of you, placing a hand under your chin to make you focus on $Dhisher eyes. "Tell me clearly," $Dheshe whispers. "It's okay to be nervous, but be sure." You clear your throat, eyes darting past Duri before returning to the wolfish gold orbs that seem to see through you. "Yes, I want to." Duri bites $Dhisher bottom lip, dragging it through $Dhisher teeth. "We'll have fun…I can't wait to see what a flustered mess I can make out of you…" <<if $virgin is true>>You fidget in place again. "Um," you start weakly. $Dcapitalheshe cocks $Dhisher head. "What is it?" "I haven't actually…I haven't before. You know." You bring your hands together in a rude way and let them go while making a 'pop' sound with your lips. Duri tries not to laugh at the gesture. "You're a virgin then?" You nod. The demigod considers you for a moment. In the silence, you begin to get a bit more nervous. "Does that…do you not want me then if I haven't…" "Oh! No!" Duri shakes $Dhisher head. "I still want you of course I do. I'm just thinking." "About what?" You can't help but feel a little extra nervous at $Dhisher hesitation. "Well, let's reschedule. If this is your first time, I think it should be…it should be nice. I want it to make it nice for you – not just fucking randomly on the top of a hill. And you're obviously nervous, so some time to think about //how you want it// might be good. Trust me, you'll feel better in your own bed, taking it a little slower." "Well, I don't know when…I don't even know when we could otherwise. It may be the top of a hill or nothing," you reason. "My fathers try to give me space when I need it, but Da is still healing, and they're a bit extra…concerned about me." The wolf smiles at you. "Let me handle that. Just a couple days, I promise. Besides, waiting for such a treat…makes it all the more //pleasurable//. And, I'm a little turned on by the prospect of //teaching// you…" You shake your head with a grin. "Alright, I guess we'll see what you can do then." "Oh, you will. It'll be unforgettable, Lambchop." [[Duri winks at you.|6.D5Vend]] <<else>>Your heart races. You're excited but jittery. Duri grabs your hand gently and pulls you away from the edge of the bluff, taking you closer to a group of trees where the ground is less rocky. "Alright," $Dheshe begins. "Let's set some rules then…" "Rules?" you ask. Duri shrugs. "Preferences, I guess. Once we're on the same page, we can start, and I'd really like to get to the starting part." {explicit} [[You snort. ''Okay, what do you want to know?''|6.Dstart]] {fade to black} [[You snort. ''Okay, what do you want to know?''|6.Dfade]] *''Author's Note'': If you would like to reset your MC's virginity in order to read a different sexual moment with Duri, [[click here instead.|6.Dvresetmc]] **''Save here'' if you want to read the other moment but come back and try the one with MC as a virgin.<</if>>

<<set $D6sex to 'accepted'>> "Yes! Let's do it," you respond quickly. You're ready to start removing your clothes as you watch $Dhimher with equally hungry eyes. But Duri doesn't say anything. $Dcapitalheshe steps in front of you, placing a hand under your chin to make you focus on $Dhisher eyes. "Confidence is great, but tell me that you're agreeing so quickly because you truly want this..." You smile and tilt your head. "Yes, I want to. Maybe I'm a bit eager, but I'm doing this because I want it." Duri bites $Dhisher bottom lip, dragging it through $Dhisher teeth. "That's what I hoped for. We'll have fun…I can't wait to see what a mess we can make out of each other…" <<if $virgin is true>>You hold a finger up. "There is just one thing I should mention..." $Dcapitalheshe cocks $Dhisher head. "What is it?" "I've never had sex before. I hope that isn't a turn-off or anything." Duri makes a strangled noise. "You're a virgin then? Seriously?" You nod. The demigod considers you for a moment, looking perplexed. In the silence, you begin to get a bit nervous. "Does that…do you not want me then if I haven't…" "Oh! No!" Duri shakes $Dhisher head. "I still want you of course I do. I'm just thinking." "About what?" You can't help but feel a little put off by $Dhisher hesitation. "Well, let's reschedule. If this is your first time, I think it should be…it should be nice. I want it to make it nice for you – not just fucking randomly on the top of a hill. You're obviously ready, but some time to think about //how you want it// might be good. Trust me, I think we can make this more enjoyable if we wait." "Well, I don't know when…I don't even know when we could otherwise. It may be the top of a hill or nothing," you reason. "My fathers try to give me space when I need it, but Da is still healing, and they're a bit extra…concerned about me." The wolf smiles at you. "Let me handle that. Just a couple days, I promise. Besides, waiting for such a treat…makes it all the more //pleasurable//. And, I'm a little turned on by the prospect of //teaching// you…" You shake your head with a grin. "Alright, I guess we'll see what you can do then." "Oh, you will. It'll be unforgettable, Lambchop." [[Duri winks at you.|6.D5Vend]] <<else>> Your heart races with excitement. Duri grabs your hand gently and pulls you away from the edge of the bluff, taking you closer to a group of trees where the ground is less rocky. "Alright," $Dheshe begins. "Let's set some rules then…" "Rules?" you ask. Duri shrugs. "Preferences, I guess. Once we're on the same page, we can start, and I'd really like to get to the starting part." {explicit} [[You snort. ''Okay, what do you want to know?''|6.Dstart]] {fade to black} [[You snort. ''Okay, what do you want to know?''|6.Dfade]] *''Author's Note'': If you would like to reset your MC's virginity in order to read a different sexual moment with Duri, [[click here instead.|6.Dvresetmc]] **''Save here'' if you want to read the other moment but come back and try the one with MC as a virgin.<</if>>

A noise rattles you from sleep. You peek around with tired eyes, unsure of what it could have been. As you lay still, you don't hear it again – whatever it was. <<if $roomshare is true>><<if $roomie is 'Zahn'>>The other side of the bed is empty, it was likely Zahn getting up for something.<<elseif $roomie is 'Rune'>>The other side of the bed is empty, it was likely Rune getting up for something.<<elseif $roomie is 'Duri'>>The other side of the bed is empty, it was likely Duri leaving.<<elseif $roomie is 'Oswin'>>The other side of the bed is empty, no surprise there, but you can't help but hope when you check.<</if>><</if>> Sitting up, you see that your window is still latched and your bedroom door is still closed. Nothing seems to have gotten in. You shutter as you recall the night when you woke up to bats flitting about in the rafters. You settle back in, ready to sleep. [[Your mind goes heavy again as your eyelids droop.|6.35]]

<<set $Dlosev to true>> "Let's get you home then," $Dheshe concludes. Duri shifts again, and you ride once more upon $Dhisher back, carrying the clothing that $Dheshe never even bothered to change back into. $Dcapitalheshe takes the way a bit slower this time, and you are met with the pack again, who travels with you. It's a quiet and enjoyable journey back. You get to see parts of the forest that you had previously missed because of how fast Duri ran through before. Even though you postponed your romp, you feel a bit closer to the demigod. You're a bit shocked at the display of respect for your first sexual experience, but you're curious why Duri, of all people, seems to care about that sort of thing. It seems out of character, and perhaps you'll ask later. [[Taking a deep breath of the night air, you relax, looking forward to going to bed.|6.34]]

<<if $bits is true>> Previously entered information for $mc: Chest: $chest Genitals: $vp <<else>> On your chest are: <<listbox "$chest" autoselect>> <<option "pecs">> <<option "breasts">> <</listbox>> Your lower bits are functionally a: <<listbox "$vp" autoselect>> <<option "vagina">> <<option "penis">> <</listbox>> <</if>> *''Author's note'': Sexual content is in the process of being revamped using a more inclusive and varied method to select terminology outside of the biological binary. Eventually, all sexual moments in GC will be edited using this. This moment with Duri was written prior to the creation of the new system. If you would like to try the new system, go back and select to reset your MC's virginity. The sexual content for that moment uses the new system. You can also make a save on that screen, play this moment as is, and then go back so you can try both! <<if $Dgen is 'female'>>[[Continue|6.DFnonVMC]]<<else>>[[Continue|6.DMnonVMC]]<</if>>

<<set $virgin to true>> .... You hold a finger up. "There is just one thing I should mention..." $Dcapitalheshe cocks $Dhisher head. "What is it?" "I've never had sex before. I hope that isn't a turn-off or anything." Duri makes a strangled noise. "You're a virgin then? Seriously?" You nod. The demigod considers you for a moment, looking perplexed. In the silence, you begin to get a bit nervous. "Does that…do you not want me then if I haven't…" "Oh! No!" Duri shakes $Dhisher head. "I still want you of course I do. I'm just thinking." "About what?" You can't help but feel a little put off by $Dhisher hesitation. "Well, let's reschedule. If this is your first time, I think it should be…it should be nice. I want it to make it nice for you – not just fucking randomly on the top of a hill. You're obviously ready, but some time to think about //how you want it// might be good. Trust me, I think we can make this more enjoyable if we wait." "Well, I don't know when…I don't even know when we could otherwise. It may be the top of a hill or nothing," you reason. "My fathers try to give me space when I need it, but Da is still healing, and they're a bit extra…concerned about me." The wolf smiles at you. "Let me handle that. Just two or three days, I promise. Besides, waiting for such a treat…makes it all the more //pleasurable//. And, I'm a little turned on by the prospect of //teaching// you…" You shake your head with a grin. "Alright, I guess we'll see what you can do then." "Oh, you will. It'll be unforgettable, Lambchop." [[Duri winks at you.|6.D5Vend]]

Duri stares at you for a long moment, slowly licking her lips. You get caught up in watching her wet tongue without realizing. <<if $vp is "penis">>"I have one request before we get to the good bit…" "Sure," you say. "//Don't// come inside of me." Duri looks oddly serious as she levels you with her eyes. "I mean no offense, it's just a personal rule." She shrugs. You nod. "Of course, I won't do that if you don't want me to." Her coy grin returns. "You can come anywhere else though. On my face…" She takes a step closer. "Across my tits…" Closer. "//Dripping down my thighs.//" She's in your face. "Down my throat…" [[With business out of the way, you can finally get to the pleasure…|6.DF.MCP]]<<else>>She hums as she looks at you. "Next time, if you want, we can find one of those harnesses and a toy. I've even seen ones with two ends. We could…//connect// with each other. You could fuck me with it…I could fuck you…I like it anyway I can get it." You swallow hard. Duri shrugs. "Until then, we'll just use what we have." She slowly swipes her tongue between two fingers on her hand. [[With business out of the way, you can finally get to the pleasure…|6.DF.MCV]] <</if>>

Duri stares at you for a long moment, slowly licking his lips. You get caught up in watching his wet tongue without realizing. "I have a warning for you, Lambchop…" He drags his hands down to his pelvis to flank his cock. You swallow and try not to stare. He grins, seeing your struggle. "When I come, it's…//a lot//, things will get messy.<<if $vp is "penis">> So, if you want me to fuck you, this is your warning.<</if>>" You nod. "That's fair, thanks for the heads up." Quietly, you wonder if Duri is telling you this as an ego boost for himself… <<if $vp is "penis">>"So," Duri says. "You want me to fuck you or do you want a piece of me? I've heard my ass is //amazing// among other complimentary words and expletives…I like it either way." [[You want to fuck Duri.|6.DM.MCgive]] [[You want Duri to fuck you.|6.DM.MCtake]]<<else>>Duri hums. "Maybe for next time, we can get one of those harnesses and you can fuck me instead…if you like, of course. I like it both ways…//any// way, I should say, but I have an important question for you first." You tilt your head to listen. "Do you want me to come inside of you or pull out?" The demigod looks oddly serious as he asks you. You can't help but feel a little endeared by the concern. You want Duri to finish <<cycle "$comein" autoselect>> <<option "inside">> <<option "outside">> <</cycle>>. [[With business out of the way, you can finally get to the pleasure…|6.DM.MCtake]] <</if>>

The tension snaps. "Mm," Duri growls. "I think I know just how I want you…" He pulls you up by the arm and leads you closer to the small group of trees. He lets go of you once you reach one of the trees, and you look at him with puzzlement. But he just smirks at you, narrowing his eyes as they rake up and down your form. <<if $clothing is "revealing">>"Do you have any idea how much you tempt me? How much I catch myself from touching that beautiful skin? But what's worse is the temptation of the parts I can't see. Do you have any idea how torturous it is?"<<else>>"Do you have any idea how tempting your clothing is? Don't get me wrong, it is lovely – very //you// – but it covers all the good parts. And by that, I mean – ''everything''. You leave me wondering what's underneath…"<</if>> <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"I had no idea you felt that way about my choice in clothing. How…interesting."<<else>>"Your difficulties with your own clothes are more understandable now…"<</if>> You smirk. Duri swaggers close to you, reaching at your clothes, running his hands along the seams and fasteners. "I've patiently wanted you for a while, $mc…I want to see everything." As his fingers glide along the side of your neck you <<if $height is 'verytall'>>look down at him<<elseif $height is 'tall'>>look down at him<<elseif $height is 'average'>>lift your eyes to his<<else>>look up to him<</if>>. He's been naked this whole time, but it just now feels like you've realized it. Duri presses closer and your heart begins to beat faster. "Show me," he murmurs in a low voice as he tugs on your clothes, beginning to undo them. You assist <<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>as your face heats<<else>>as excitement thrums through you<</if>>. It's a matter of a moment before all of your clothing joins his, piled on the ground. Now you both take each other in. Though you've seen Duri naked plenty of times, this feels decidedly different. The lines of Duri's body are almost as magical as his eyes. They're hard but graceful, showing off his defining features. His jaw gives him a wolfish appearance even without the presence of the ears and tail. The muscles of his abdomen look like stone carved by water and his hips and pelvis look like a marble pedestal to display his hard cock. It twitches as you look at it. This is new. You've seen it – everyone has at this point. It's…grown a good deal and if the smirk on Duri's face is enough to go on, he's quite proud of it and glad you noticed. You note that it has a bit of a sharper angle to it, the shaft curving upward. The head is darker having emerged from the foreskin; it flares a good bit before sloping to the tip. It //looks// like it would feel…//so good// and hit in all the right places. You swallow hard as your body clenches around the absence within you. Your senses come back to you and you are already expecting a quip from Duri, only to find that he's staring at you with equal desire. <<if $Dstat is 'romantic'>>His eyes appear glazed over, and you note that the rise and fall of his chest has deepened considerably. He licks his lips, but his brow furrows in a strange way. Just for a moment, he looks unsure.<<else>>His eyes burn a trail over all the intimate spans of your skin. He lingers over your chest and waist. He takes a long look at your loins and bites his lip. The wolf looks…hungry.<</if>> Despite your prior experience, you're suddenly not sure what to do. You've never been looked at quite this way before. Before you can think or do anything else, though, Duri pens you in with a tree at your back – his eyes are glowing slightly. He smirks. "I can't tell you how much I'd rather just bend you over right now and fuck you until I'm sated…" He runs his bottom lip through his teeth and then leans to whisper in your ear. "I'll be a good boy first; I want to show off a little too, and //then// I'll bury my cock inside you." <<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>A shiver racks your body involuntarily and heat fills your face just as much as your loins. You whimper.<<else>>You suck in a breath and bite your lip. "//Fuck//," you hiss at the sheer pleasure his voice brings you.<</if>> Duri drops to his knees and smiles up at you. "Tonight, I'm going to show you what I can do. And then the next time – you can beg me to do it again – and I'll put //you// to work." <<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>You fidget, unsure what to do with your hands. You wonder what he means by that exactly. "You want me to beg?"<<else>>You challenge him with your eyes. "Are you so sure I beg? Aren't you the dog here?"<</if>> He grins at you a moment before letting his tongue loll out. Much to your shock and amazement, it is…//much// longer than normal. He slides his hands up your hips as he stares into your eyes. [[He brings his tongue to your groin.|6.DM.MCtake2]]

The tension snaps. "Mm," Duri growls. "I think I know just how I want you…" He pulls you up by the arm and leads you closer to the small group of trees. He lets go of you once you reach one of the trees, and you look at him with puzzlement. But he just smirks at you, narrowing his eyes as they rake up and down your form. <<if $clothing is "revealing">>"Do you have any idea how much you tempt me? How much I catch myself from touching that beautiful skin? But what's worse is the temptation of the parts I can't see. Do you have any idea how torturous it is?"<<else>>"Do you have any idea how tempting your clothing is? Don't get me wrong, it is lovely – very //you// – but it covers all the good parts. And by that, I mean – ''everything''. You leave me wondering what's underneath…"<</if>> <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"I had no idea you felt that way about my choice in clothing. How…interesting."<<else>>"Your difficulties with your own clothes are more understandable now…"<</if>> You smirk. Duri swaggers close to you, reaching at your clothes, running his hands along the seams and fasteners. "I've patiently wanted you for a while, $mc…I want to see everything." As his fingers glide along the side of your neck you <<if $height is 'verytall'>>look down at him<<elseif $height is 'tall'>>look down at him<<elseif $height is 'average'>>lift your eyes to his<<else>>look up to him<</if>>. He's been naked this whole time, but it just now feels like you've realized it. Duri presses closer and your heart begins to beat faster. "Show me," he murmurs in a low voice as he tugs on your clothes, beginning to undo them. You assist <<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>as your face heats<<else>>as excitement thrums through you<</if>>. It's a matter of a moment before all of your clothing joins his, piled on the ground. Now you both take each other in. Though you've seen Duri naked plenty of times, this feels decidedly different. The lines of Duri's body are almost as magical as his eyes. They're hard but graceful, showing off his defining features. His jaw gives him a wolfish appearance even without the presence of the ears and tail. The muscles of his abdomen look like stone carved by water and his hips and pelvis look like a marble pedestal to display his hard cock. It twitches as you look at it. This is new. You've seen it – everyone has at this point. It's…grown a good deal and if the smirk on Duri's face is enough to go on, he's quite proud of it and glad you noticed. You note that it has a bit of a sharper angle to it, the shaft curving upward. The head is darker having emerged from the foreskin; it flares a good bit before sloping to the tip. You swallow hard as your cock twitches. Your senses come back to you and you are already expecting a quip from Duri, only to find that he's staring at you with equal desire. <<if $Dstat is 'romantic'>>His eyes appear glazed over, and you note that the rise and fall of his chest has deepened considerably. He licks his lips, but his brow furrows in a strange way. Just for a moment, he looks unsure.<<else>>His eyes burn a trail over all the intimate spans of your skin. He lingers over your chest and waist. He takes a long look at your loins and bites his lip. The wolf looks…hungry.<</if>> Despite your prior experience, you're suddenly not sure what to do. You've never been looked at quite this way before. Before you can think or do anything else, though, Duri pens you in with a tree at your back – his eyes are glowing slightly. He smirks. "I can't tell you how much I'd rather you just bend me over right now and fuck me until I'm sated…" He runs his bottom lip through his teeth and then leans to whisper in your ear. "I'll be a good boy first; I want to show off a little too, and //then// I want you to throw me against that tree and bury your cock inside as if your life depends on it." <<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>A shiver racks your body involuntarily and heat fills your face just as much as your loins. You whimper.<<else>>You suck in a breath and bite your lip. "//Fuck//," you hiss at the sheer pleasure his voice brings you.<</if>> Duri drops to his knees and smiles up at you. "Tonight, I'm going to show you what I can do. And then the next time – you can beg me to do it again – and I'll put //you// to work." <<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>You fidget, unsure what to do with your hands. You wonder what he means by that exactly. "You want me to beg?"<<else>>You challenge him with your eyes. "Are you so sure I beg? Aren't you the dog here?"<</if>> He grins at you a moment before letting his tongue loll out. Much to your shock and amazement, it is…//much// longer than normal. He slides his hands up your hips as he stares into your eyes. [[He brings his tongue to your groin.|6.DM.MCgive2]]

The tension snaps. "Mm," Duri growls. "I think I know just how I want you…" She pulls you up by the arm and leads you closer to the small group of trees. She lets go of you once you reach one of the trees, and you look at her with puzzlement. But she just smirks at you, narrowing her eyes as they rake up and down your form. <<if $clothing is "revealing">>"Do you have any idea how much you tempt me? How much I catch myself from touching that beautiful skin? But what's worse is the temptation of the parts I can't see. Do you have any idea how torturous it is?"<<else>>"Do you have any idea how tempting your clothing is? Don't get me wrong, it is lovely – very //you// – but it covers all the good parts. And by that, I mean – ''everything''. You leave me wondering what's underneath…"<</if>> <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"I had no idea you felt that way about my choice in clothing. How…interesting."<<else>>"Your difficulties with your own clothes are more understandable now…"<</if>> You smirk. Duri swaggers close to you, reaching at your clothes, running her hands along the seams and fasteners. "I've patiently wanted you for a while, $mc…I want to see everything." As her fingers glide along the side of your neck you <<if $height is 'verytall'>>look down at her<<elseif $height is 'tall'>>look down at her<<elseif $height is 'average'>>lift your eyes to hers<<else>>look up to her<</if>>. She's been naked this whole time, but it just now feels like you've realized it. Duri presses closer and your heart begins to beat faster. "Show me," she murmurs in a low voice as she tugs on your clothes, beginning to undo them. You assist <<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>as your face heats<<else>>as excitement thrums through you<</if>>. It's a matter of a moment before all of your clothing joins hers, piled on the ground. Now you both take each other in. Though you've seen Duri naked plenty of times, this feels decidedly different. The lines of Duri's body are almost as magical as her eyes. They're hard but graceful, showing off her defining features. Her jaw gives her a wolfish appearance even without the presence of the ears and tail. Her tits are plump, firm handfuls highlighted by dark nipples. The muscles of her abdomen look like stone carved by water and her hips and pelvis look like a marble pedestal to display the lips of her pussy. This is new. You've seen it – everyone has at this point. This feels so different and you almost can't make sense of why it feels like seeing her naked for the first time. If the smirk on Duri's face is enough to go on, she's glad you're staring. There's little on Duri's body that's //soft// except for her breasts. You reach out and cup them as she keeps smiling at you, proud to show off. Her skin is so soft. It feels delicate but you know that Duri is anything but. You run your fingers over her nipples, feeling how hard they've become at your attention. And then you cup her tits in your hand, kneading and squeezing. They're firm, rounded, <<if $height is 'verytall'>>your hands can hold them easily<<elseif $height is 'tall'>>your hands can hold them perfectly<<elseif $height is 'average'>>your hands can't quite cover them<<else>>you can't get your whole hands around them<</if>>. You swallow hard as your body clenches with desire. Your senses come back to you and you are already expecting a quip from Duri, only to find that she's staring at you with equal desire. <<if $Dstat is 'romantic'>>Her eyes appear glazed over, and you note that the rise and fall of her chest has deepened considerably. She licks her lips, but her brow furrows in a strange way. Just for a moment, she looks unsure.<<else>>Her eyes burn a trail over all the intimate spans of your skin. She lingers over your chest and waist. She takes a long look at your loins and bites her lip. The wolf looks…hungry.<</if>> Despite your prior experience, you're suddenly not sure what to do. You've never been looked at quite this way before. Before you can think or do anything else, though, Duri pens you in with a tree at your back – her eyes are glowing slightly. She smirks. "I can't tell you how much I'd rather just throw you to the ground right now and fuck you until I'm sated…" She runs her bottom lip through her teeth and then leans to whisper in your ear. "I'll be a good girl first; I want to show off a little too, and //then// I'll have my way with you." <<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>A shiver racks your body involuntarily and heat fills your face just as much as your loins. You whimper.<<else>>You suck in a breath and bite your lip. "//Fuck//," you hiss at the sheer pleasure her voice brings you.<</if>> Duri drops to her knees and smiles up at you. "Tonight, I'm going to show you what I can do. And then the next time – you can beg me to do it again – and I'll put //you// to work." <<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>You fidget, unsure what to do with your hands. You wonder what she means by that exactly. "You want me to beg?"<<else>>You challenge her with your eyes. "Are you so sure I beg? Aren't you the dog here?"<</if>> She grins at you a moment before letting her tongue loll out. Much to your shock and amazement, it is…//much// longer than normal. She slides her hands up your hips as she stares into your eyes. [[She brings her tongue to your groin.|6.DF.MCV2]]

The tension snaps. "Mm," Duri growls. "I think I know just how I want you…" She pulls you up by the arm and leads you closer to the small group of trees. She lets go of you once you reach one of the trees, and you look at her with puzzlement. But she just smirks at you, narrowing her eyes as they rake up and down your form. <<if $clothing is "revealing">>"Do you have any idea how much you tempt me? How much I catch myself from touching that beautiful skin? But what's worse is the temptation of the parts I can't see. Do you have any idea how torturous it is?"<<else>>"Do you have any idea how tempting your clothing is? Don't get me wrong, it is lovely – very //you// – but it covers all the good parts. And by that, I mean – ''everything''. You leave me wondering what's underneath…"<</if>> <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"I had no idea you felt that way about my choice in clothing. How…interesting."<<else>>"Your difficulties with your own clothes are more understandable now…"<</if>> You smirk. Duri swaggers close to you, reaching at your clothes, running her hands along the seams and fasteners. "I've patiently wanted you for a while, $mc…I want to see everything." As her fingers glide along the side of your neck you <<if $height is 'verytall'>>look down at her<<elseif $height is 'tall'>>look down at her<<elseif $height is 'average'>>lift your eyes to hers<<else>>look up to her<</if>>. She's been naked this whole time, but it just now feels like you've realized it. Duri presses closer and your heart begins to beat faster. "Show me," she murmurs in a low voice as she tugs on your clothes, beginning to undo them. You assist <<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>as your face heats<<else>>as excitement thrums through you<</if>>. It's a matter of a moment before all of your clothing joins her, piled on the ground. Now you both take each other in. Though you've seen Duri naked plenty of times, this feels decidedly different. The lines of Duri's body are almost as magical as her eyes. They're hard but graceful, showing off her defining features. Her jaw gives her a wolfish appearance even without the presence of the ears and tail. Her tits are plump, firm handfuls highlighted by dark nipples. The muscles of her abdomen look like stone carved by water and her hips and pelvis look like a marble pedestal to display the lips of her pussy. This is new. You've seen it – everyone has at this point. This feels so different and you almost can't make sense of why it feels like seeing her naked for the first time. If the smirk on Duri's face is enough to go on, she's glad you're staring. There's little on Duri's body that's //soft// except for her breasts. You reach out and cup them as she keeps smiling at you, proud to show off. Her skin is so soft. It feels delicate but you know that Duri is anything but. You run your fingers over her nipples, feeling how hard they've become at your attention. And then you cup her tits in your hand, kneading and squeezing. They're firm, rounded, <<if $height is 'verytall'>>your hands can hold them easily<<elseif $height is 'tall'>>your hands can hold them perfectly<<elseif $height is 'average'>>your hands can't quite cover them<<else>>you can't get your whole hands around them<</if>>. Your cock twitches. Your senses come back to you and you are already expecting a quip from Duri, only to find that she's staring at you with equal desire. <<if $Dstat is 'romantic'>>Her eyes appear glazed over, and you note that the rise and fall of her chest has deepened considerably. She licks her lips, but her brow furrows in a strange way. Just for a moment, she looks unsure.<<else>>Her eyes burn a trail over all the intimate spans of your skin. She lingers over your chest and waist. She takes a long look at your loins and bites her lip. The wolf looks…hungry.<</if>> Despite your prior experience, you're suddenly not sure what to do. You've never been looked at quite this way before. Before you can think or do anything else, though, Duri pens you in with a tree at your back – her eyes are glowing slightly. She smirks. "I can't tell you how much I'd rather you just bend me over right now and fuck me until I'm sated…" She runs her bottom lip through her teeth and then leans to whisper in your ear. "I'll be a good girl first; I want to show off a little too, and //then// I want you to throw me against that tree and bury your cock inside as if your life depends on it." <<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>A shiver racks your body involuntarily and heat fills your face just as much as your loins. You whimper.<<else>>You suck in a breath and bite your lip. "//Fuck//," you hiss at the sheer pleasure her voice brings you.<</if>> Duri drops to her knees and smiles up at you. "Tonight, I'm going to show you what I can do. And then the next time – you can beg me to do it again – and I'll put //you// to work." <<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>You fidget, unsure what to do with your hands. You wonder what she means by that exactly. "You want me to beg?"<<else>>You challenge her with your eyes. "Are you so sure I beg? Aren't you the dog here?"<</if>> She grins at you a moment before letting her tongue loll out. Much to your shock and amazement, it is…//much// longer than normal. She slides her hands up your hips as she stares into your eyes. [[She brings her tongue to your groin.|6.DF.MCP2]]

<<if $vp is "vagina">> There is no lead-up or pretense to Duri's actions. He immediately pulls your hips toward his face and runs his tongue along your seam. On the second swipe, his tongue breaches through, running over your entrance and putting blessed pressure against your clit. Your upper back falls against the tree trunk as your hands land on the top of his head. The third swipe of his tongue rips a long moan from your throat. At this rate, you really will beg for a second time…. Duri toys with your clit, never committing to sucking it, just swirling his tongue around to tease you. He does the same with your hole, flicking the tip of his tongue to trace it, tickling barely inside of it, but never pushing in the way you want him to. You writhe with frustration and pleasure, looking down at Duri who keeps his eyes locked on yours as he tongues at your cunt. You can tell his eyes are smiling at your frustration. You feel a low growl from his throat vibrate your pelvis. It stokes a deep-rooted instinct in you that you are prey, you should flee – but it also feels //so good//. Duri shifts his position then, getting lower and moving his mouth to your core. You feel like you're nearly sitting on him. His hands hold your hips, and then you feel it. Duri's thick long tongue pushes inside of you – wet and snake-like, wriggling in and out. Your eyes roll back and your hands move to claw at the tree to stay upright. He growls again – possessive over his meal – as he moves one hand to your clit. His thumb strums it in time with the thrusts from his tongue. You nearly scream. It's almost too much. Your body shakes hard as the build-up edges into the crescendo. You feel every bit of his tongue fully inside you, filling you, as his thumb sends sharp pulses of pleasure up your spine. And then – you do scream. You come hard enough that you wouldn't even notice if you'd fallen off the overlook. You think Duri's name is on your tongue as you do. You're only vaguely aware of his tongue pulling out from inside of you, leaving a hollowness for a moment. You're almost disoriented as he turns you around and pushes you to bend over. You grab the tree as you struggle to stay upright. You can tell that he's panting and cursing as he comes up to your backside. You feel his cock glide against you quickly before it's at your entrance in an instant. Before you can blink, Duri thrusts inside. You call out, your climax barely receded, and your sensitivity is still peeking. He pays no mind as his onslaught begins. He's made sure that you're wet enough to take him, but you don't know if you have the wherewithal to stay standing as you do. He's rutting, holding you at the crux of your hips as his slams into you. His cock rocks against the roof of your channel where it's most sensitive, and you find yourself wondering if you could even endure another orgasm right now. Your grip on the tree is faltering as you struggle to keep your knees from collapsing, trying to push your hips out to take all he has for you. You stumble but right yourself, arching your back as Duri pummels his cock into you. His hands glide up and squeeze your ass and hips hard. "That's a good <<if $pronouns is 'woman'>>girl<<elseif $pronouns is 'man'>>boy<<else>>lamb<</if>>, take it like the good little pet you are." You moan as your knees shake with weakness. "Duri!" He groans. "Can you feel how you're squeezing me right now? Fuck, you feel so damn good." You gasp in response, his words building another climax in you. "What's this? Greedy? Are you gonna come on my cock? You must have //really// liked my tongue." "Yes!" you call out unbidden. Duri thrusts harder. You feel moisture dripping down your leg as the sounds of flesh echo back from the trees to your ears. "Gods you're so //wet//…fuuuck, you feel so good on my dick." You moan, and your knees buckle, but Duri doesn't let you collapse, nor does he stop. He guides you to the ground until you're nearly prone, and his chest rests fully against your back. He buries his face against your neck, and you feel his hot breath pour over you. Duri keeps his thrusts fast and short. He's nearly there. <<if $comein is "inside">>The thought of him finishing inside you is the last hurdle to your next climax. You come around his cock, hearing him growl "good <<if $pronouns is 'woman'>>girl<<elseif $pronouns is 'man'>>boy<<else>>lamb<</if>>" over and over. You feel yourself tighten around him as your body shakes, and you moan – needing an outlet of movement as pleasure takes over. You feel his teeth against your shoulder as his arms grab onto you tightly, and his hips press his cock firmly inside of you. He spills. Duri quakes as he comes. And then you feel it fill you and gasp. It's hot as it floods inside of you, overflowing quickly before he's even finished. He lunges forward again, another spurt shooting against your inner walls before it begins to leak out and down your thighs. Duri keeps you locked in for a long moment, his teeth still in your shoulder, though not enough to hurt. He groans as he holds you close, and you feel his cock twitch inside of you in the afterthrow of ecstasy. He releases the bite from your shoulder, <<if $Dstat is 'romantic'>>licking it to soothe the skin before he begins to lightly kiss across your upper back, making a trail to the nape of your neck.<<else>>relaxing his hold and breathing deeply.<</if>> Your legs shake, the muscles quivering from strain, but you remain prone while he gathers his wits. Duri finally leans up a bit and begins to pull free from your cunt, shivering as he does. You hear the plop of his cum on the ground as it gushes out of you and realize that he wasn't joking earlier. You wonder if it has something to do with him being a demigod. The gods did have a lot of children…perhaps this detail is what made them so…prolific. The next thought that enters your mind is just how wolf-life Duri can be. He can shift just his tongue, ears, teeth, claws, and tail. Could he also…. "The answer is yes," he whispers in your ear. "I didn't ask anything," you respond. He chuckles as he gets off of you, pulling you up so you can kneel and regain your bearings. Duri kneels adjacent to you, and you note how relaxed he looks, almost sleepy. "Sorry if I was hard on you…" he starts. "It's been a while for me. <<if $Dstat is 'romantic'>>And I guess I was feeling…a little possessive?" He furrows his brow like he's unsure. "It was so fucking good though." He grins at you.<<else>>And I think we match up really well; it was fucking great."<</if>> As you begin to reply, you startle as you feel another rush of cum flow out of you. You clear your throat, knowing it's part of it doesn't stop it from feeling unusual, not to mention just how much there is. "I suppose you weren't pulling my leg earlier…" He shakes his head with a smug smile on his lips. "Did it feel good?" <<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>Your face heats, but you nod.<<else>>You match his grin. "Yeah, yeah, it did."<</if>> Duri works his bottom lip with his teeth for a moment. "I'm glad you let me if that's not creepy to say. Not just because it feels nice for me either." You level him with a curious look. "Dare I ask why?" "Well." He shrugs. "I don't really know how to put words to it. Trust, I guess, is a good start. It means you trusted me." Duri looks away from you, uncharacteristically sheepish. "So, my first experience wasn't great. It wasn't awful, but I didn't do things- the man I was with didn't know I hadn't had sex before. We didn't talk about any of that stuff, and he just went to it. I think I would have liked it more if we had talked about it and if I felt like I could trust him. I don't know, that's just what it made me think of." <<if $Dstat is 'romantic'>>It hurts a bit to hear him talk about being with another person, but you also remind yourself that Duri is hundreds of years old and most of his life, especially this part of it, happened before you ever knew each other. You bite down on your feelings as you recall his words, 'It's just for fun.' This doesn't mean to him the same as it means to you. You clear your throat. "So…does it feel like trust when…when you…do that with others, too?" Duri shrugs. "I don't know…I can't remember most of them; it would have been before my big sleep. I've only been awake for maybe 30 cycles now, and I guess I just always play it safe. Some will ask me to do that, but I don't trust if they are saying that because they think that's what I want to hear or not. But with you…it's different, I trust you to be honest." He glides his knuckles along your cheek. "Don't get me wrong, I don't fuck just anything that moves either.<<if $Dpout is true>> So you don't have to pout again over my attention, even if it is terribly cute when you do. It's yours as long as you want it.<</if>> I think I'd like to do this with you again. If you're ever up for it, and you don't...um, have to let me, you know, every time." He subtly points to his cum-covered dick with a lopsided grin. You smile a bit, swallowing the pang in your chest. "So…there's no one else?" He looks confused for a moment. "Oh! That I'm fucking?" You nod. "No." He waves his hands in front of him. "If you don't want to, don't feel like you have to just because we did it today. That's not how I want things. I mean, I don't typically…see people again after anyway, so that's not unusual. If you have other people to, you know-" Duri stops, and his back straightens like he's startled. "Sorry...." You watch him, his face scrunching up like he just smelled citrus. "What do you mean sorry?" Duri shakes his head. "Just…I felt //weird//. But it's nothing." He stands suddenly. "If you have other people to fuck, it's not like I'm going to stand in your way or anything. That's all I mean. We don't have to do this again…I can find someone else if the mood strikes." That stings. He already told you how it was, but you can't help feeling just a bit disappointed. Before you can respond, something warm drapes over your shoulders. You glance up to see Duri smiling down at you as he places his robes over you. "It's getting a bit chilly now," he says. "I can see from here how hard your nipples are." You scowl at him and hug the robes closer to cover up. He chuckles. "Fuck, you are cute."<<else>>"I guess I could understand that," you say. "I'm a little surprised that you'd like all this considering you had a bad first impression." He shrugs. "We worked it out in the end. It just gave me some perspective that I needed. I was being naive. I didn't know how things worked in reality as opposed to my imagination. My…um, my uncle tried to talk to me about that stuff, but I was in a phase, I guess. After that happened, I was ready to listen." "I'm glad you had someone around then." You're eager to ask more about this mysterious uncle but decide it's better to keep it less direct for now. He flashes you a smile, which is all teeth. "It was the most awkward conversation I've ever had." You sigh as you sense how weak your hips are feeling. "We should probably head back soon. I'll need to clean up a bit first." Duri smiles. "I'll help you if you like. And…just so you know, anytime you want to fuck or fool around, you can count on me." <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>You nod. "That sounds good; I'll keep it in mind."<<else>>You smirk. "My hero."<</if>> <</if>> <<else>> Knowing he's about to come hurdles you into your next climax. You come around his cock, hearing him growl "good <<if $pronouns is 'woman'>>girl<<elseif $pronouns is 'man'>>boy<<else>>lamb<</if>>" over and over. You feel yourself tighten around him as your body shakes, and you moan – needing an outlet of movement as pleasure takes over. You feel his teeth against your shoulder as his arms grab onto you tightly, and his hips press his cock firmly inside of you before wrenching out quickly. It slides between your thighs along your divide. He spills on the ground below you. Duri quakes as he comes. You feel his semen coat part of your leg. It's hot as it slides down your skin. He lunges forward again, another spurt shooting against your stomach, leaving a hot trail. Duri keeps you locked in for a long moment, his teeth still in your shoulder, though not enough to hurt. He groans as he holds you close, and you feel his cock twitch against you in the after-throw of ecstasy. He releases the bite from your shoulder, <<if $Dstat is 'romantic'>>licking it to soothe the skin before he begins to lightly kiss across your upper back, making a trail to the nape of your neck.<<else>>relaxing his hold and breathing deeply.<</if>> Your legs shake, the muscles quivering from strain, but you remain prone while he gathers his wits. Duri finally leans up a bit as he loosens his grip on you. You peer at the ground beneath you and realize that he wasn't joking earlier. There's…//a lot//. You wonder if it has something to do with him being a demigod. The gods did have a lot of children…perhaps this detail is what made them so…prolific. The next thought that enters your mind is just how wolf-life Duri can be. He can shift just his tongue, ears, teeth, claws, and tail. Could he also…. "The answer is yes," he whispers in your ear. "I didn't ask anything," you respond. He chuckles as he gets off of you, pulling you up so you can kneel and regain your bearings. Duri kneels adjacent to you, and you note how relaxed he looks, almost sleepy. "Sorry if I was hard on you…" he starts. "It's been a while for me. <<if $Dstat is 'romantic'>>And I guess I was feeling…a little possessive?" He furrows his brow like he's unsure. "It was so fucking good though." He grins at you.<<else>>And I think we match up really well; it was fucking great."<</if>> As you begin to reply, you can't help that your gaze is drawn to the white pool just in front of you both, and it makes you pause. "I suppose you weren't pulling my leg earlier…" He shakes his head with a smug smile on his lips. "I would never joke about something like that. And I'm honestly a bit proud of it." He chuckles. <<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>Your face heats, but you nod along.<<else>>You match his grin. "Well, congratulations."<</if>> Duri works his bottom lip with his teeth for a moment. "I'm glad you were honest with me about what you wanted." You level him with a curious look. "Dare I ask why?" "Well." He shrugs. "I don't really know how to put words to it. Trust, I guess, is a good start. It means you trusted me to follow through. Really, just us fucking shows that you trust me too, but I don't know…I-" Duri looks away from you, uncharacteristically sheepish. "So my first experience wasn't…great. It wasn't awful, but I didn't do things…the man I was with didn't know I hadn't had sex before. I tried to hide it because I didn't want him to think I wasn't going to be any good. We didn't talk about any of that stuff, and he just went to it, and I never spoke up. I think I would have liked it more if we had talked about it and if I felt like I could talk to him. I don't know; that's just what it made me think of. I'm just glad that you can…you can trust me with that." <<if $Dstat is 'romantic'>>It hurts a bit to hear him talk about being with another person. But you also remind yourself that Duri is hundreds of years old, and most of his life, especially this part of it, happened before you ever knew each other. You bite down on your feelings as you recall his words, 'It's just for fun.' This doesn't mean to him the same as it means to you. You clear your throat. "So…does it feel like trust when…when you…do that with others, too?" Duri shrugs. "I don't know…I can't remember most of them; it would have been before my big sleep. I've only been awake for maybe 30 cycles now, and I guess I just always play it safe. Some will ask me to do that, but I don't trust if they are saying that because they think that's what I want to hear or not. But with you…it's different, I trust you to be honest." He glides his knuckles along your cheek. "Don't get me wrong, I don't fuck just anything that moves either.<<if $Dpout is true>> So you don't have to pout again over my attention, even if it is terribly cute when you do. It's yours as long as you want it.<</if>> I think I'd like to do this with you again. If you're ever up for it." He subtly points to his cum-covered dick with a lopsided grin. You smile a bit, swallowing the pang in your chest. "So…there's no one else?" He looks confused for a moment. "Oh! That I'm fucking?" You nod. "No." He waves his hands in front of him. "If you don't want to, don't feel like you have to just because we did it today. That's not how I want things. I mean, I don't typically…see people again after anyway, so that's not unusual. If you have other people to, you know-" Duri stops, and his back straightens like he's startled. "Sorry...." You watch him, his face scrunching up like he just smelled citrus. "What do you mean sorry?" Duri shakes his head. "Just…I felt //weird//. But it's nothing." He stands suddenly. "If you have other people to fuck, it's not like I'm going to stand in your way or anything. That's all I mean. We don't have to do this again…I can find someone else if the mood strikes." That stings. He already told you how it was, but you can't help feeling just a bit disappointed. Before you can respond, something warm drapes over your shoulders. You glance up to see Duri smiling down at you as he places his robe over you. "It's getting a bit chilly now," he says. "I can see from here how hard your nipples are." You scowl at him and hug the robes closer to cover up. He chuckles. "Fuck, you are cute." <<else>> "I guess I could understand that," you say. "I'm a little surprised that you'd like all this considering you had a bad first impression." He shrugs. "We worked it out in the end. It just gave me some perspective that I needed. I was being naive. I didn't know how things worked in reality as opposed to my imagination. My…um, my uncle tried to talk to me about that stuff, but I was in a phase, I guess. After that happened, I was ready to listen." "I'm glad you had someone around then." You're eager to ask more about this mysterious uncle but decide it's better to keep it less direct for now. He flashes you a smile, which is all teeth. "It was the most awkward conversation I've ever had." You sigh as you sense how weak your hips are feeling. "We should probably head back soon. I'll need to clean up a bit first." Duri smiles. "I'll help you if you like. And…just so you know, anytime you want to fuck or fool around, you can count on me." <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>You nod. "That sounds good, I'll keep in mind."<<else>>You smirk. "My hero."<</if>> <</if>> <</if>> <<else>>There is no lead-up or pretense to Duri's actions. He immediately pulls your hips toward his face and runs his tongue along your length. On the second swipe, the extra long span of his tongue wraps you up in a hot and wet embrace. Your upper back falls against the tree trunk as your hands land on the top of his head. The third swipe of his tongue rips a long moan from your throat. At this rate, you really will beg for a second time…. Duri toys with your cock, never committing to sucking it, just swirling his tongue around it to tease you. He removes his hands from your hips, and you don't question it until you hear the pop of a cork. You look down with curiosity. Duri continues to run his tongue up and down your shaft, and you can see he's smiling at your attention. He's fiddling with something just out of sight, his hands too low from your view. You startle when you feel him run a slick finger along the cleft of your ass. He chuckles. "Where did you get that?" you ask. With his tongue still pumping your cock, he gives a garbled reply, "Should always be prepared." You jolt as the tip of his finger nudges against your hole. "Yes…but…" You breathe as he continues to prod. "Do I want to know…where you were keeping a glass phial?" He groans against your dick. "I have pockets, you know, and very stealthy hands," he says as he slips the tip of his finger inside of you. The back of your head hits the tree. "//Pockets//? Where?" You gasp. Duri's finger encroaches further as he brings your tip into his mouth, sucking on it as he gazes up at you. He unlatches for a moment to respond. "Is that really what you should be thinking about?" he asks as he presses his finger all the way inside you. You quiver, forgetting all about your questions. He works you up with his finger, gentle at first, running it in a circle and then thrusting inside to spread the oil and loosen your hole. His mouth never stops. His long tongue cradles your sac and then slides to your tip over and over until he finally sinks his mouth down around you. It's deliciously sloppy. You writhe with frustration and pleasure, looking down at Duri as he keeps his eyes locked on yours while he sucks your cock. You can tell his eyes are smiling. You feel a low growl from his throat vibrate your pelvis. It stokes a deep-rooted instinct in you that you are prey, you should flee – but it also feels //so good//. Duri shifts then, parting your legs more before you feel a second finger at your hole. He nudges it in with the other gently while your dick rubs the back of his throat. Long fingers gently push in until you're whimpering. They're thrust into you, softly at first but gaining momentum. Duri grips one mound of your ass with the other hand, using the leverage to press you against his face as he swallows your cock and fingers your ass, adding a third digit. Your eyes roll back, and you fall forward, placing a hand on Duri's shoulder to keep from tumbling down. He growls again – possessive over his meal – the vibration travels through your dick and up your spine. You nearly scream. It's almost too much. Your body shakes hard as the build-up edges into the crescendo. You feel every bit of his fingers fully inside you, filling you, as he hits the glorious pressure point inside of you that sends sharp pulses of pleasure up your spine. And then – you do scream. You come hard enough that you wouldn't even notice if you'd fallen off the overlook. You think Duri's name is on your tongue as you do. You're only vaguely aware of his fingers pulling out from inside of you, leaving a hollowness for a moment. You're almost disoriented as he turns you around and pushes you to bend over. You grab the tree as you struggle to stay upright. You can tell that he's panting and cursing as he comes up to your backside. You feel his cock glide against you quickly before it's at your entrance in an instant. Before you can blink, Duri thrusts inside. You call out, your climax barely receded, and your sensitivity is still peeking. He pays no mind as his onslaught begins. He's made sure that you're oiled and stretched enough to take him, but you don't know if you have the wherewithal to stay standing as you do. He's rutting, holding you at the crux of your hips as he slams into you. His cock rocks against the roof of your channel where it's most sensitive, and you find yourself wondering if you could even endure another orgasm right now. Your cock is still seeping from the last one. Your grip on the tree is faltering as you struggle to keep your knees from collapsing, trying to push your hips out to take all he has for you. You stumble but right yourself, arching your back as Duri pummels his cock into you. His hands glide up and squeeze your ass and hips hard. "That's my good sweet<<if $mark is 'tree'>>sapling<<elseif $mark is 'sun'>>sunbeam<<elseif $mark is 'storm'>>rain-cloud<<elseif $mark is 'plants'>>bramble<<elseif $mark is 'night'>>moonbeam<<elseif $mark is 'mountain'>>little stone<</if>>, take it like a good little lamb." You moan as your knees shake with weakness. "Duri!" He groans. "Can you feel how you're squeezing me right now? Fuck, you feel so damn good." You gasp in response, his words building another climax in you. "What's this? Greedy? Are you gonna come on my cock? You must have //really// liked my tongue." "Yes!" you call out unbidden. Duri thrusts harder. You feel oil and your own cum dripping down your leg as the sounds of flesh echo back from the trees to your ears. "Gods you're so //tight//…fuuuck, you feel so good on my dick." You moan, and your knees buckle, but Duri doesn't let you collapse, nor does he stop. He guides you to the ground until you're nearly prone, and his chest rests fully against your back. He buries his face against your neck, and you feel his hot breath pour over you. Duri keeps his thrusts fast and short. He's nearly there. <<if $comein is "inside">>The thought of him finishing inside you is the last hurdle to your next climax. You come around his cock, hearing him growl "good lamb" over and over. You feel yourself tighten around him as your body shakes, and you moan – needing an outlet of movement as pleasure takes over. Your cum soaks the ground beneath you. You feel his teeth against your shoulder as his arms grab onto you tightly, and his hips press his cock firmly inside of you. He spills. Duri quakes as he comes. And then you feel it fill you and gasp. It's hot as it floods inside of you, overflowing quickly before he's even finished. He lunges forward again, another spurt shooting against your inner walls before it begins to leak out and down your thighs. Duri keeps you locked in for a long moment, his teeth still in your shoulder, though not enough to hurt. He groans as he keeps close, and you feel his cock twitch inside of you in the after-throw of ecstasy. He releases the bite from your shoulder, <<if $Dstat is 'romantic'>>licking it to soothe the skin before he begins to lightly kiss across your upper back, making a trail to the nape of your neck.<<else>>relaxing his hold and breathing deeply.<</if>> Your legs shake, the muscles quivering from strain, but you remain prone while he gathers his wits. Duri finally leans up a bit and begins to pull free from your ass, shivering as he does. You hear the plop of his cum on the ground as it gushes out of you and realize that he wasn't joking earlier. You wonder if it has something to do with him being a demigod. The gods did have a lot of children…perhaps this detail is what made them so…prolific. The next thought that enters your mind is just how wolf-life Duri can be. He can shift just his tongue, ears, teeth, claws, and tail. Could he also…. "The answer is yes," he whispers in your ear. "I didn't ask anything," you respond. He chuckles as he gets off of you, pulling you up so you can kneel and regain your bearings. Duri kneels adjacent to you, and you note how relaxed he looks, almost sleepy. "Sorry if I was hard on you…" he starts. "It's been a while for me. <<if $Dstat is 'romantic'>>And I guess I was feeling…a little possessive?" He furrows his brow like he's unsure. "It was so fucking good though." He grins at you.<<else>>And I think we match up really well, it was fucking great."<</if>> As you begin to reply, you startle as you feel another rush of cum gush out of you. You clear your throat; knowing that it's part of it doesn't stop it from feeling unusual. "I suppose you weren't pulling my leg earlier…" He shakes his head with a smug smile on his lips. "Did it feel good?" <<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>Your face heats, but you nod.<<else>>You match his grin. "Yeah, yeah, it did."<</if>> Duri works his bottom lip with his teeth for a moment. "I'm glad you let me if that's not creepy to say. Not just because it feels nice for me either." You level him with a curious look. "Dare I ask why?" "Well." He shrugs. "I don't really know how to put words to it. Trust, I guess, is a good start. It means you trusted me." Duri looks away from you, uncharacteristically sheepish. "So…my first experience wasn't great. It wasn't awful, but I didn't do things…the man I was with didn't know I hadn't had sex before. We didn't talk about any of that stuff, and he just went to it. I think I would have liked it more if we had talked about it and if I felt like I could trust him. I don't know, that's just what it made me think of." <<if $Dstat is 'romantic'>>It hurts a bit to hear him talk about being with another person. But you also remind yourself that Duri is hundreds of years old, and most of his life, especially this part of it, happened before you ever knew each other. You bite down on your feelings as you recall his words, 'It's just for fun.' This doesn't mean to him the same as it means to you. You clear your throat. "So…does it feel like trust when…when you…do //that// with others too?" Duri shrugs. "I don't know…I can't remember finishing like that with someone; it would have been before my big sleep. I've only been awake for maybe 30 cycles, and I guess I just always play it safe. Some will ask me to do that, but I don't trust if they are saying that because they think that's what I want to hear or not. I mean, and it depends on…//how// things work too." He glides his knuckles along your cheek. "Don't get me wrong, I don't fuck just anything that moves either.<<if $Dpout is true>> So you don't have to pout again over my attention. It's yours. <</if>> I think I'd like to do this with you again though. If you're ever up for it, and you don't...um, have to let me, you know, every time." He subtly points to his cum-covered dick with a lopsided grin. You smile a bit, swallowing the pang in your chest. "So…there's no one else?" He looks confused for a moment. "Oh! That I'm fucking?" You nod. "No." He waves his hands in front of him. "If you don't want to, don't feel like you have to just because we did it today. That's not how I want things. I mean, I don't typically…see people again after anyway, so that's not unusual. If you have other people to, you know-" Duri stops, and his back straightens like he's startled. "Sorry...." You watch him, his face scrunching up like he just smelled citrus. "What do you mean sorry?" Duri shakes his head. "Just…I felt //weird//. But it's nothing." He stands suddenly. "If you have other people to fuck, it's not like I'm going to stand in your way or anything. That's all I mean. We don't have to do this again…I can find someone else if the mood strikes." That stings. He already warned you, but you can't help feeling just a bit disappointed. Before you can respond, something warm drapes over your shoulders. You glance up to see Duri smiling down at you as he places his robe over you. "It's getting a bit chilly now," he says. "I can see from here how hard your nipples are." You scowl at him and hug the robes closer to cover up. He chuckles. "Fuck, you are cute." <<else>> "I guess I could understand that," you say. "I'm a little surprised that you'd like all this considering you had a bad first impression." He shrugs. "We worked it out in the end. It just gave me some perspective that I needed. I was being naive. I didn't know how things worked in reality as opposed to my imagination. My…um, my uncle tried to talk to me about that stuff, but I was in a phase, I guess. After that happened, I was ready to listen." "I'm glad you had someone around then." You're eager to ask more about this mysterious uncle but decide it's better to keep it less direct for now. He flashes you a smile, which is all teeth. "It was the most awkward conversation I've ever had." You sigh as you sense how weak your hips are feeling. "We should probably head back soon. I'll need to clean up a bit first." Duri smiles. "I'll help you if you like. And…just so you know, anytime you want to fuck or fool around, you can count on me." <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>You nod. "That sounds good; I'll keep it in mind."<<else>>You smirk. "My hero."<</if>> <</if>> <<else>> Knowing he's about to come hurdles you into your next climax. You come around his cock, hearing him growl "good lamb" over and over. You feel yourself tighten around him as your body shakes, and you moan – needing an outlet of movement as pleasure takes over. You feel his teeth against your shoulder as his arms grab onto you tightly, and his hips press his cock firmly inside of you before wrenching out quickly. It slides between your thighs along your balls and cock. He spills. Duri quakes as he comes. You feel his semen hit your shaft and coat part of your leg. It's hot as it slides down your skin. He lunges forward again, another spurt shooting against your stomach, leaving a hot trail. Duri keeps you locked in for a long moment, his teeth still in your shoulder, though not enough to hurt. He groans as he holds you close, and you feel his cock twitch against you in the after-throw of ecstasy. He releases the bite from your shoulder, <<if $Dstat is 'romantic'>>licking it to soothe the skin before he begins to lightly kiss across your upper back, making a trail to the nape of your neck.<<else>>relaxing his hold and breathing deeply.<</if>> Your legs shake, the muscles quivering from strain, but you remain prone while he gathers his wits. Duri finally leans up a bit as he loosens his grip on you. You peer at the ground beneath you and realize that he wasn't joking earlier. There's…//a lot//. You wonder if it has something to do with him being a demigod. The gods did have a lot of children…perhaps this detail is what made them so…prolific. The next thought that enters your mind is just how wolf-life Duri can be. He can shift just his tongue, ears, teeth, claws, and tail. Could he also…. "The answer is yes," he whispers in your ear. "I didn't ask anything," you respond. He chuckles as he gets off of you, pulling you up so you can kneel and regain your bearings. Duri kneels adjacent to you, and you note how relaxed he looks, almost sleepy. "Sorry if I was hard on you…" he starts. "It's been a while for me. <<if $Dstat is 'romantic'>>And I guess I was feeling…a little possessive?" He furrows his brow like he's unsure. "It was so fucking good though." He grins at you.<<else>>And I think we match up really well; it was fucking great."<</if>> As you begin to reply, you can't help that your gaze is drawn to the white pool just in front of you both, and it makes you pause. "I suppose you weren't pulling my leg earlier…" He shakes his head with a smug smile on his lips. "I would never joke about something like that. And I'm a bit proud of it." He chuckles. <<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>Your face heats, but you nod along.<<else>>You match his grin. "Well, congratulations."<</if>> Duri works his bottom lip with his teeth for a moment. "I'm glad you were honest with me about what you wanted me to do." You level him with a curious look. "Dare I ask why?" "Well." He shrugs. "I don't really know how to put words to it. Trust, I guess, is a good start. It means you trusted me to follow through. Really, just us fucking shows that you trust me too, but I don't know…I-" Duri looks away from you, uncharacteristically sheepish. "So…my first experience wasn't great. It wasn't awful, but I didn't do things…the man I was with didn't know I hadn't had sex before. I tried to hide it because I didn't want him to think I wasn't going to be any good. We didn't talk about any of that stuff, and he just went to it, and I never spoke up. I think I would have liked it more if we had talked about it and if I felt like I could talk to him. I don't know, that's just what it made me think of. I'm just glad that you can…you can trust me with that." <<if $Dstat is 'romantic'>>It hurts a bit to hear him talk about being with another person, but you also remind yourself that Duri is hundreds of years old and most of his life, especially this part of it, happened before you ever knew each other. You bite down on your feelings as you recall his words, 'It's just for fun.' This doesn't mean to him the same as it means to you. You clear your throat. "So…does it feel like trust when…when you…do that with others, too?" Duri shrugs. "I don't know…I can't remember most of them; it would have been before my big sleep. I've only been awake for maybe 30 cycles now, and I guess I just always play it safe. Some will ask me to do that, but I don't trust if they are saying that because they think that's what I want to hear or not. But with you…it's different, I trust you to be honest." He glides his knuckles along your cheek. "Don't get me wrong, I don't fuck just anything that moves either.<<if $Dpout is true>> So you don't have to pout again over my attention, even if it is terribly cute when you do. It's yours as long as you want it.<</if>> I think I'd like to do this with you again. If you're ever up for it." He subtly points to his cum-covered dick with a lopsided grin. You smile a bit, swallowing the pang in your chest. "So…there's no one else?" He looks confused for a moment. "Oh! That I'm fucking?" You nod. "No." He waves his hands in front of him. "If you don't want to, don't feel like you have to just because we did it today. That's not how I want things. I mean, I don't typically…see people again after anyway, so that's not unusual. If you have other people to, you know-" Duri stops, and his back straightens like he's startled. "Sorry...." You watch him, his face scrunching up like he just smelled citrus. "What do you mean sorry?" Duri shakes his head. "Just…I felt //weird//. But it's nothing." He stands suddenly. "If you have other people to fuck, it's not like I'm going to stand in your way or anything. That's all I mean. We don't have to do this again…I can find someone else if the mood strikes." That stings. He already warned you, but you can't help feeling just a bit disappointed. Before you can respond, something warm drapes over your shoulders. You glance up to see Duri smiling down at you as he places his robe over you. "It's getting a bit chilly now," he says. "I can see from here how hard your nipples are." You scowl at him and hug the robes closer to cover up. He chuckles. "Fuck, you are cute." <<else>> "I guess I could understand that," you say. "I'm a little surprised that you'd like all this considering you had a bad first impression." He shrugs. "We worked it out in the end. It just gave me some perspective that I needed. I was being naive. I didn't know how things worked in reality as opposed to my imagination. My…um, my uncle tried to talk to me about that stuff, but I was in a phase, I guess. After that happened, I was ready to listen." "I'm glad you had someone around then." You're eager to ask more about this mysterious uncle but decide it's better to keep it less direct for now. He flashes you a smile, which is all teeth. "It was the most awkward conversation I've ever had." You sigh as you sense how weak your hips are feeling. "We should probably head back soon. I'll need to clean up a bit first." Duri smiles. "I'll help you if you like. And…just so you know, anytime you want to fuck or fool around, you can count on me." <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>You nod. "That sounds good, I'll keep in mind."<<else>>You smirk. "My hero."<</if>> <</if>> <</if>> <</if>> [[After a rest and quick clean-up, you head home.|6.Dpostsexhome]]

<<set $Dhadsex to true>><<set $virgin to false>> Duri shifts again, and you ride once more upon $Dhisher back, carrying the clothing that $Dheshe never even bothered to change back into. $Dcapitalheshe takes the way a bit slower this time, and you are met with the pack again, who travels with you. It's a quiet and enjoyable journey back. Though you are quite tired, you can still enjoy how lovely it is. You get to see parts of the forest that you had previously missed because of how fast Duri ran through before. [[Taking a deep breath of the night air, you relax, looking forward to going to bed.|6.34]]

There is no lead-up or pretense to Duri's actions. She immediately pulls your hips toward her face and runs her tongue along your length. On the second swipe, the extra long span of her tongue wraps you up in a hot and wet embrace. Your upper back falls against the tree trunk as your hands land on the top of her head. The third swipe of her tongue rips a long moan from your throat. At this rate, you really will beg for a second time… Duri toys with your cock, never committing to sucking it, just swirling her tongue around it to tease you. She removes her hands from your hips and trails them up and down your abdomen. Duri continues to run her tongue along your shaft, and you can see she's smiling at your attention. But you need to be deeper, and you can tell she's playing a game with you. Her mouth never stops. Her long tongue cradles your sac and then slides to your tip over and over. You resist thrusting – somehow – and watch as she brings the head of your cock to her lips, holding it between as she looks up at you. And then she finally sinks her mouth down around it, pursing her lips tight. You writhe with frustration and pleasure, looking down at Duri as she keeps her eyes locked on yours while she sucks your cock. You can tell her eyes are smiling. She takes you to the back of her throat so easily. You feel a low growl from her throat vibrate your pelvis. It stokes a deep-rooted instinct in you that you are prey, you should flee – but it also feels //so good//. Duri grips your ass with both hands, using the leverage to press you against her face as she swallows your cock. Your eyes roll back, and you fall forward, placing a hand on Duri's shoulder to keep from tumbling down. She growls again – possessive over her meal – the vibration travels through your dick and up your spine. You nearly scream. It's almost too much. Your body shakes hard as the build-up begins. And then she lets go. Instinct has you chasing the hot chasm of her mouth for a moment. Duri chuckles wickedly at your frustration as she rubs her clit. "As much as I'd love to just suck you off, my pussy wants some attention first." She bends over, supporting herself with her arms against a tree. Her ass sticks out, and she spreads her legs until she's level with your pelvis. Then, she wiggles it at you. You do not need to be told. Placing one hand on her back, you rub your cock against her slit. She's dripping wet. The heat coming from her body is astounding. You guide your dick against her, enjoying the way her wet lips sound as it parts them. You feel her entrance, and your eyes roll back as you press in to feel it swallow your head. It //grips// you, pulls you in, and sucks you deeper inside until you've penetrated her to your base. And then you begin your attack. Duri wanted to be //fucked// so that's what you'll do. Grabbing her hips firmly, you begin to rut into her. She holds steady, meeting your thrusts with her hips and moaning each time your balls slap into her backside. The sound echoes around you as your wet flesh slaps together. She's so wet, and she tightens around you, sucking your cock back in easily over and over. You slip one hand down and begin to strum along her clit. She gasps your name, throwing her head back. Expletives roll off her tongue as you increase the pace, one that has you both nearly tipping over. You guide her down to the ground. Duri throws her ass in the hair and keeps her head low as she takes it from you. Her claws dig into the ground as you pound her while rubbing her nerve point. "Good <<if $pronouns is 'woman'>>girl<<elseif $pronouns is 'man'>>boy<<else>>lamb<</if>>, give it to me, give it to me! Fuck me!" she screams. You're obedient; you give her all you have, sinking deeply and thrusting rapidly as you feel the build-up in your balls. Duri calls out, her body shaking in climax and her pussy tightening hard around you. You're about to blow, and it's getting difficult to pull out of her. <<if $Dstat is 'romantic'>>"Come inside me, $mc! Come inside; I changed my mind, do it, please!" Duri pleads, winging her arm back to your hip to keep you connected to her. "Please! Let me feel it!" Your head goes numb, and you chase it, leaning over her and rutting like she's in heat, and only you can sate her. You erupt, pushing as deep as you can get as her cunt locks you in and milks you. Your cock pumps spurt after spurt inside of her pussy while she moans and shakes until you fall over in a heap. Laying together, you on top of Duri, you both pant for air. Duri begins to chuckle and then wiggles her hips. Your dick slips out with a squelch, and she hisses in delight. "That felt amazing," she says with a sigh. You move to get off of her, pulling her upright to her knees as well. She looks down at her cunt and widens her stance, watching your cum drip from it. You find yourself equally mesmerized. "Wow…" she remarks. "I think I might like that after all…" You clear your throat. "Why did you change your mind?" She shrugs. "I don't know exactly; I just suddenly wanted it really bad. I-" Duri goes quiet, and her face scrunches up. "What is it?" you ask, a bit worried that she may regret it now. "I just…" She looks at you and gives a small smile. "I trust you…I guess. Well, I trusted you before, but…" She groans. "It's easier to explain with context. See, my first time wasn't that great. I was naive, and the man I was with didn't know I hadn't had sex before. We didn't talk about any of that stuff, and he just went to it. I think I would have liked it more if we had talked about it and if I felt like I could trust him. I just felt...like I could trust you, so that's really all." Duri shrugs. It hurts a bit to hear her talk about being with another person, but you also remind yourself that Duri is hundreds of years old, and most of her life, especially this part of it, happened before you ever knew each other. You bite down on your feelings as you recall her words, 'It's just for fun.' This doesn't mean to her the same as it means to you. You clear your throat. "So…did it feel good? Did it feel as good as when you…do that with others?" Duri shrugs. "I don't know…I can't remember most of them; it would have been before my big sleep. I've only been awake for maybe 30 cycles now, and I guess I just always play it safe. Some will ask me for that, but I turn them down. I can tell if they aren't going to listen to what I want, so I tell them to fuck off. But with you…it's different; I trust you to stand by your word." She glides her knuckles along your cheek. "And don't get me wrong, I don't fuck just anything that moves.<<if $Dpout is true>> So you don't have to pout again over my attention, even if it is terribly cute when you do. It's yours as long as you want it.<</if>> I think I'd like to do this with you again. If you're ever up for it." She subtly points to your cum-covered dick with a lopsided grin. You smile a bit, swallowing the pang in your chest. "So…there's no one else?" She looks confused for a moment. "Oh! That I'm fucking?" You nod. "No." She waves her hands in front of her. "If you don't want to, don't feel like you have to just because we did it today. That's not how I want things. I mean, I don't typically…see people again after anyway, so that's not unusual. If you have other people to, you know-" Duri stops, and her back straightens like she's startled. "Sorry...." You watch her, her face scrunching up like she just smelled citrus. "What do you mean sorry?" Duri shakes her head. "Just…I felt //weird//. But it's nothing." She stands suddenly. "If you have other people to fuck, it's not like I'm going to stand in your way or anything. That's all I mean. We don't have to do this again…I can find someone else if the mood strikes." That stings. She already told you how it was, but you can't help feeling just a bit disappointed. Before you can respond, something warm drapes over your shoulders. You glance up to see Duri smiling down at you as she places her robes over you. "It's getting a bit chilly now," she says. "I can see from here how hard your nipples are." You scowl at her and hug the robes closer to cover up. She chuckles. "Fuck, you are cute." <<else>> "Give it to me!" she commands with a growl in her throat. "Harder! Come for me!" Your head goes numb, and you chase it, leaning over her and rutting like she's in heat, and only you can sate her. You pull out as you feel yourself about to come. As you begin to pump with your hand, Duri launches herself at you. You're pushed into the grass as her mouth latches on to your cock. With one hand on her head, you begin to writhe as she sucks you in deeply. The head of your dick is in her throat as she holds you down by the hips. You burst, calling out as you struggle against her restraint on your hips. Her lips milk you as she swallows spurt after spurt of your cum. But once you are spent – she keeps going. You roll in place, calling out in ecstasy that makes you forget your own name. She shows you mercy and finally lets go and collapses. Laying together, with Duri on top of you, you both pant for air. Duri begins to chuckle and then lightly strokes your cock, making you twitch. "That felt amazing," she says with a sigh. You move so you can kneel, helping her to get upright on her knees as well. "I'm not complaining," you note and then chuckle. She smiles at you, oddly sweet. "And…thanks." "I don't think you need to thank me for sex…" "I don't know about that; it was worthy of some thanks," she quips. "I mean, thanks for pulling out like you promised. Not everyone is willing to follow through." Your brow furrows. "What?" "It means a lot to me, and it's probably easier to explain that with context…See, my first time wasn't that great. I was naive, and the man I was with didn't know I hadn't had sex before. We didn't talk about any of that stuff, and he just went to it. I think I would have liked it more if we had talked about it and if I felt like I could trust him. I just feel like I can trust you, so that's really all." "I can understand that," you say. "I'm a little surprised that you'd like all this considering you had a bad first impression." She shrugs. "We worked it out in the end. It just gave me some perspective that I needed. It taught me to be firm about my preferences. I didn't know how things worked in reality as opposed to my imagination. My…um, my uncle tried to talk to me about that stuff, but I was in a phase, I guess. After that happened, I was ready to listen." "I'm glad you had someone around then." You're eager to ask more about this mysterious uncle but decide it's better to keep it less direct for now. Duri flashes you a smile, which is all teeth. "It was the most awkward conversation I've ever had." You sigh as you sense how tired your hips and legs feel. "We should probably head back soon. I'll need to clean up a bit first." Duri smiles. "I'll help you if you like. And…just so you know, anytime you want to fuck or fool around, you can count on me." <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>You nod. "That sounds good; I'll keep it in mind."<<else>>You smirk. "My hero."<</if>><</if>> [[After a rest and quick clean-up, you head home.|6.Dpostsexhome]]

There is no lead-up or pretense to Duri's actions. He immediately pulls your hips toward his face and runs his tongue along your length. On the second swipe, the extra long span of his tongue wraps you up in a hot and wet embrace. Your upper back falls against the tree trunk as your hands land on the top of his head. The third swipe of his tongue rips a long moan from your throat. At this rate, you really will beg for a second time… Duri toys with your cock, never committing to sucking it, just swirling his tongue around it to tease you. He removes his hands from your hips and trails them up and down your abdomen. Duri continues to run his tongue along your shaft, and you can see he's smiling at your attention. You barely notice Duri moving his hands and the sound of a cork. He begins to finger himself while he teases your dick, tossing a phial of oil to the side. "Where did you get that?" you ask. With his tongue still pumping your cock, he gives a garbled reply, "Should always be prepared." You jolt as the tip of his tongue slides along the head of your cock. "Yes…but…" You breathe as he continues to prod. "Do I want to know…where you were keeping a glass phial?" He groans against your dick. "I have pockets, you know, and very stealthy hands," he says as he continues to work his fingers into his ass. The back of your head hits the tree. "//Pockets//? Where?" You gasp. Duri suckles your tip as he gazes up at you. He unlatches for a moment to respond. "Is that really what you should be thinking about?" he asks and then flicks his tongue on the underside of your tip. You quiver, forgetting all about your questions. You need to be deeper, and you can tell he's playing a game with you. His mouth never stops. His long tongue cradles your sac and then slides to your tip over and over. You resist thrusting – somehow – and watch as he brings the head of your cock to his lips, holding it between as he looks up at you. And then he finally sinks his mouth down around it, pursing his lips tight. You writhe with frustration and pleasure, looking down at Duri as he keeps his eyes locked on yours while he sucks your cock. You can tell his eyes are smiling. He takes you to the back of his throat so easily. You feel a low growl from his throat vibrate your pelvis. It stokes a deep-rooted instinct in you that you are prey, you should flee – but it also feels //so good//. Duri works his ass with one hand while holding your hip with the other, using the leverage to press you against his face as he swallows your cock. Your eyes roll back, and you fall forward, with a hand on Duri's shoulder to keep from tumbling down. He growls again – possessive over his meal – the vibration travels through your dick and up your spine. You nearly scream. It's almost too much. Your body shakes hard as the build-up begins. And then he lets go. Instinct has you chasing the hot chasm of his mouth for a moment. Duri chuckles wickedly at your frustration as he rubs his cock. "As much as I'd love to just suck you off, my ass wants some attention first." He bends over, supporting himself with his arms against a tree. His ass sticks out, and he spreads his legs until he's level with your pelvis. Then, he wiggles it at you, making his cock and balls swing. You do not need to be told. Placing one hand on his back, you rub your cock against his slit. He's dripping with oil. The heat coming from his body is astounding. You guide your dick against him. You feel his entrance, and your eyes roll back as you press in to feel it swallow your head. It //grips// you, pulls you in, and sucks you deeper inside until you've penetrated him to your base. And then you begin your attack. Duri wanted to be //fucked// so that's what you'll do. Grabbing his hips firmly, you begin to rut into him. He holds steady, meeting your thrusts with his hips and moaning each time your balls slap into his backside. The sound echoes around you as your wet flesh slaps together. He's so tight and slick with the oil that it makes your mind blank. You slip one hand down and begin to stroke his cock. He gasps your name, throwing his head back. Expletives roll off his tongue as you increase the pace, one that has you both nearly tipping over. You guide him down to the ground. Duri throws his ass in the hair and keeps his head low as he takes it from you. His claws dig into the ground as you pound him while rubbing his dick. "Good <<if $pronouns is 'woman'>>girl<<elseif $pronouns is 'man'>>boy<<else>>lamb<</if>>, give it to me, give it to me! Fuck me!" he screams. You're obedient; you give him all you have, sinking deeply and thrusting rapidly as you feel the build-up in your balls. Duri calls out, his body shaking in climax and his hole tightening hard around you. You're about to blow, and it's getting difficult to pull out of him. <<if $Dstat is 'romantic'>>"Come inside me, $mc! Come inside; I changed my mind, do it, please!" Duri pleads, winging his arm back to your hip to keep you connected to him. "Please! Let me feel it!" Your head goes numb, and you chase it, leaning over him and rutting like he's in heat, and only you can sate him. You erupt, pushing as deep as you can get as his ass locks you in and milks you. Your cock pumps spurt after spurt inside of his hole while he moans and shakes until you fall over in a heap. Laying together, you on top of Duri, you both pant for air. Duri begins to chuckle and then wiggles his hips. Your dick slips out with a squelch, and he hisses in delight. "That felt amazing," he says with a sigh. "I'm a mess." You move to get off of him, pulling him upright to his knees as well. He looks down and gawks first at the pool of his cum coating the ground and his stomach. He then widens his stance, watching your cum drip from inside of him. You find yourself equally mesmerized. "Wow…" he remarks. "I think I might like that after all…" You clear your throat. "Why did you change your mind?" He shrugs. "I don't know exactly; I just suddenly wanted it really bad. I-" Duri goes quiet, and his face scrunches up. "What is it?" you ask, a bit worried that he may regret it now. "I just…" He looks at you and gives a small smile. "I trust you…I guess. Well, I trusted you before, but…" He groans. "It's easier to explain with context. See, my first time wasn't that great. I was naive, and the man I was with didn't know I hadn't had sex before. We didn't talk about any of that stuff, and he just went to it. I think I would have liked it more if we had talked about it and if I felt like I could trust him. I just felt...like I could trust you, so that's really all." Duri shrugs. It hurts a bit to hear him talk about being with another person, but you also remind yourself that Duri is hundreds of years old, and most of his life, especially this part of it, happened before you ever knew each other. You bite down on your feelings as you recall his words, 'It's just for fun.' This doesn't mean to him the same as it means to you. You clear your throat. "So…did it feel good? Did it feel as good as when you…do that with others?" Duri shrugs. "I don't know…I can't remember most of them; it would have been before my big sleep. I've only been awake for maybe 30 cycles now, and I guess I just always play it safe. Some will ask me for that, but I turn them down. I can tell if they aren't going to listen to what I want, so I tell them to fuck off. But with you…it's different; I trust you to stand by your word." He glides his knuckles along your cheek. "And don't get me wrong, I don't fuck just anything that moves.<<if $Dpout is true>> So you don't have to pout again over my attention, even if it is terribly cute when you do. It's yours as long as you want it.<</if>> I think I'd like to do this with you again. If you're ever up for it." He subtly points to your cum-covered dick with a lopsided grin. You smile a bit, swallowing the pang in your chest. "So…there's no one else?" He looks confused for a moment. "Oh! That I'm fucking?" You nod. "No." He waves his hands in front of him. "If you don't want to, don't feel like you have to just because we did it today. That's not how I want things. I mean, I don't typically…see people again after anyway, so that's not unusual. If you have other people to, you know-" Duri stops, and his back straightens like he's startled. "Sorry...." You watch him, his face scrunching up like he just smelled citrus. "What do you mean sorry?" Duri shakes his head. "Just…I felt //weird//. But it's nothing." He stands suddenly. "If you have other people to fuck, it's not like I'm going to stand in your way or anything. That's all I mean. We don't have to do this again…I can find someone else if the mood strikes." That stings. He already told you how it was, but you can't help feeling just a bit disappointed. Before you can respond, something warm drapes over your shoulders. You glance up to see Duri smiling down at you as he places his robes over you. "It's getting a bit chilly now," he says. "I can see from here how hard your nipples are." You scowl at him and hug the robes closer to cover up. He chuckles. "Fuck, you are cute." <<else>> "Give it to me!" he commands with a growl in his throat. "Harder! Come for me!" Your head goes numb, and you chase it, leaning over him and rutting like he's in heat, and only you can sate him. You pull out as you feel yourself about to come. As you begin to pump with your hand, Duri launches himself at you. You're pushed into the grass as his mouth latches on to your cock. With one hand on his head, you begin to writhe as he sucks you in deeply. The head of your dick is in his throat as he holds you down by the hips with one arm as the other hand pumps his cock. You burst, calling out as you struggle against his restraint on your hips. His lips milk you as he swallows spurt after spurt of your cum. But once you are spent – he keeps going, his voice rolling with his own climax as you feel his cum hit your legs. You roll in place, calling out in ecstasy that makes you forget your own name. He shows you mercy and finally lets go and collapses. Laying together, with Duri on top of you, you both pant for air. Duri begins to chuckle and then lightly strokes your cock, making you twitch. "That felt amazing," he says with a sigh. You move so you can kneel, helping him to get upright on his knees as well. There's a pool on the ground where Duri came. "I'm not complaining," you note and then chuckle. He smiles at you, oddly sweet. "And…thanks." "I don't think you need to thank me for sex…" "I don't know about that; it was worthy of some thanks," he quips. "I mean, thanks for pulling out like you promised. Not everyone is willing to follow through." Your brow furrows. "What?" "It means a lot to me, and it's probably easier to explain that with context…See, my first time wasn't that great. I was naive, and the man I was with didn't know I hadn't had sex before. We didn't talk about any of that stuff, and he just went to it. I think I would have liked it more if we had talked about it and if I felt like I could trust him. I just feel like I can trust you, so that's really all." "I can understand that," you say. "I'm a little surprised that you'd like all this considering you had a bad first impression." He shrugs. "We worked it out in the end. It just gave me some perspective that I needed. It taught me to be firm about my preferences. I didn't know how things worked in reality as opposed to my imagination. My…um, my uncle tried to talk to me about that stuff, but I was in a phase, I guess. After that happened, I was ready to listen." "I'm glad you had someone around then." You're eager to ask more about this mysterious uncle but decide it's better to keep it less direct for now. Duri flashes you a smile, which is all teeth. "It was the most awkward conversation I've ever had." You sigh as you sense how tired your hips and legs feel. "We should probably head back soon. I'll need to clean up a bit first." Duri smiles. "I'll help you if you like. And…just so you know, anytime you want to fuck or fool around, you can count on me." <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>You nod. "That sounds good; I'll keep it in mind."<<else>>You smirk. "My hero."<</if>><</if>> [[After a rest and quick clean-up, you head home.|6.Dpostsexhome]]

There is no lead-up or pretense to Duri's actions. She immediately pulls your hips toward her face and runs her tongue along your seam. On the second swipe, her tongue breaches through, running over your entrance and putting blessed pressure against your clit. Your upper back falls against the tree trunk as your hands land on the top of her head. The third swipe of her tongue rips a long moan from your throat. At this rate, you really will beg for a second time…. Duri toys with your clit, never committing to sucking it, just swirling her tongue around to tease you. She does the same with your hole, flicking the tip of her tongue to trace it, tickling barely inside of it, but never pushing in the way you want her to. You writhe with frustration and pleasure, looking down at Duri who keeps her eyes locked on yours as she tongues at your cunt. You can tell her eyes are smiling at your frustration. You feel a low growl from her throat vibrate your pelvis. It stokes a deep-rooted instinct in you that you are prey, you should flee – but it also feels //so good//. Duri shifts her position then, getting lower and moving her mouth to your core. You feel like you're nearly sitting on her. Her hands hold your hips, and then you feel it. Duri's thick long tongue pushes inside of you – wet and snake-like, wriggling in and out. Your eyes roll back and your hands move to claw at the tree to stay upright. She growls again – possessive over her meal – as she moves one hand to your clit. His thumb strums it in time with the thrusts from her tongue. You nearly scream. It's almost too much. Your body shakes hard as the build-up edges into the crescendo. You feel every bit of her tongue fully inside you, filling you, as her thumb sends sharp pulses of pleasure up your spine. And then – you do scream. You come hard enough that you wouldn't even notice if you'd fallen off the overlook. You think Duri's name is on your tongue as you do. You're only vaguely aware of her tongue pulling out from inside of you, leaving a wet hollowness for a moment. You're almost disoriented as she pulls you to the ground, tossing you on your back. You're still shaking with orgasm as she grabs one of your ankles to hoist in the air and spread your legs, spreading your pussy open for her to delight in. Duri slots her cunt over yours, letting your leg drape over her hip. She leans over you – dominates your body – as she begins to rut. You call out, your climax barely receded, and your sensitivity is still peeking. She pays no mind as her onslaught begins. It is so wet between you that she slides with ease, her mouth open as she pleases herself with your cunt, rubbing her clit against yours. She growls and throws her head back. "Fuck, you're slick. Is that because of me, Lambchop? Did you like my tongue fucking you this much?" "Yes!" you call out unbidden. "Yes! I did!" Duri encroaches on you further. She grabs your wrists and pins them to the ground as she rolls her hips faster and faster. "That's a good <<if $pronouns is 'woman'>>girl<<elseif $pronouns is 'man'>>boy<<else>>lamb<</if>>, take it like the good little pet you are." You moan as your hips shake with weakness and pleasure. "Duri!" She's panting as she stares into your eyes. "Look how hard your sweet little nipples are… You're gonna come for me again, aren't you? You like my pussy so much that you'll be good and come for me again…" You gasp in response, her words building another climax in you. All the muscles in your abdomen begin to clench. "Yes!" you call out again. "Yes! I'm coming! I'm coming!" Duri moves her hands from your wrists, bringing her face to the crook of your neck as she grabs your hip and then bites into your shoulder. Your entire body seizes and shakes around her as your hips meet hers, elevating the intensity. If not for Duri pinning you down, you'd have no control over your limbs. Duri quakes as she comes. She cries out with her mouth still around your shoulder, her hips shaking hard and the grip on your own hip becomes bruising. Your nerves become exhausted and begin jerking away from the contact, but you relish in the oversensitivity. Duri keeps you locked in for a long moment, her teeth in your shoulder, though not enough to hurt. She groans as she holds you close, and you feel her gliding her pussy against yours in slow motions as she winds down. She releases the bite from your shoulder, <<if $Dstat is 'romantic'>>licking it to soothe the skin before she begins lightly kissing across your chest, making a trail up your neck.<<else>>relaxing her hold and breathing deeply.<</if>> She chuckles as she gets off of you, pulling you up so you can kneel and regain your bearings. Duri kneels adjacent to you, and you note how relaxed she looks, almost sleepy. "Sorry if I was hard on you…" she starts. "It's been a while for me. <<if $Dstat is 'romantic'>>And I guess I was feeling…a little possessive?" She furrows her brow like she's unsure. "It was so fucking good though." She grins at you.<<else>>And I think we match up really well; it was fucking great."<</if>> <<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>Your face heats, but you nod.<<else>>You match her grin. "Yeah, yeah, it was."<</if>> Duri looks at you thoughtfully for a moment and her expression is almost fraught. You tilt your head in a silent question, concerned about how she's feeling. She shakes her head. "Sorry, I just had a random thought." "Which is?" "I just…I don't know, I just feel like of the people I've been with, I can trust you more." Duri shrugs. "Usually, I don't see people after. I don't want them to know me but for just a night. But you're not like that." You're still a little confused but nod. "For context…I guess, my first experience wasn't that great. It wasn't awful, but I didn't do things- the man I was with didn't know I hadn't had sex before. We didn't talk about any of that stuff, and he just went to it and did what he wanted. I think I would have liked it more if we had talked about it and if I felt like I could trust him. That's always on my mind when I meet up with someone like this, but with you, I don't feel like that. I know I can trust you." <<if $Dstat is 'romantic'>>It hurts a bit to hear her talk about being with another person, but you also remind yourself that Duri is hundreds of years old and most of her life, especially this part of it, happened before you ever knew each other. You bite down on your feelings as you recall her words, 'It's just for fun.' This doesn't mean to her the same as it means to you. You clear your throat. "So…was there anyone you've done this with that you felt like you could truly trust?" Duri shrugs. "I don't know…I can't remember most of them, so that's probably a no, but it would have been before my big sleep. I've only been awake for maybe 30 cycles now. I guess that's a long time for you. But I don't remember ever feeling this way with someone. Comfortable…" She glides her knuckles along your cheek. "Don't get me wrong, I don't fuck just anything that moves either.<<if $Dpout is true>> So you don't have to pout again over my attention, even if it is terribly cute when you do. It's yours as long as you want it.<</if>> I think I'd like to do this with you again. If you're ever up for it, and you don't mind getting a little messy with me." She subtly runs her fingers over her cunt. You smile a bit, swallowing the pang in your chest. "So…there's no one else?" He looks confused for a moment. "Oh! That I'm fucking?" You nod. "No." She waves her hands in front of her. "If you don't want to, don't feel like you have to just because we did it today. That's not how I want things. I mean, I don't typically…see people again after anyway, so that's not unusual. If you have other people to, you know-" Duri stops, and her back straightens like he's startled. "Sorry...." You watch, her face scrunching up like she just smelled citrus. "What do you mean sorry?" Duri shakes her head. "Just…I felt //weird//. But it's nothing." She stands suddenly. "If you have other people to fuck, it's not like I'm going to stand in your way or anything. That's all I mean. We don't have to do this again…I can find someone else if the mood strikes." That stings. She already told you how it was, but you can't help feeling just a bit disappointed. Before you can respond, something warm drapes over your shoulders. You glance up to see Duri smiling down at you as she places her robes over you. "It's getting a bit chilly now," she says. "I can see from here how hard your nipples are." You scowl at her and hug the robes closer to cover up. She chuckles. "Fuck, you are cute." <<else>> "I guess I could understand that," you say. "I'm a little surprised that you'd like all this considering you had a bad first impression." She shrugs. "We worked it out in the end. It just gave me some perspective that I needed. I was being naive. I didn't know how things worked in reality as opposed to my imagination. My…um, my uncle tried to talk to me about that stuff, but I was in a phase, I guess. After that happened, I was ready to listen." "I'm glad you had someone around then." You're eager to ask more about this mysterious uncle but decide it's better to keep it less direct for now. She flashes you a smile, which is all teeth. "It was the most awkward conversation I've ever had." You sigh as you sense how weak your hips are feeling. "We should probably head back soon. I'll need to clean up a bit first." Duri smiles. "Same here, I'll help you if you like. And…just so you know, anytime you want to fuck or fool around, you can count on me." <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>You nod. "That sounds good; I'll keep it in mind."<<else>>You smirk. "My hero."<</if>><</if>> [[After a rest and quick clean-up, you head home.|6.Dpostsexhome]]

<<set $virgin to false>> Duri shows you a good and rather intense time. $Dcapitalheshe handles you with command, leaving you breathless and satisfied, if a bit dirty in the end. You learn that Duri's shifting capabilities extend to some individual parts of $Dhisher body – including $Dhisher tongue, which $Dheshe was thrilled to show off for you. <<if $Dgen is 'male'>>It was heavily implied that there's //other// things $Dheshe can shift to your liking.<</if>> After, Duri confesses that $Dheshe has a deeper sense of trust with you when it comes to sex and also in general. $Dcapitalheshe explains they had a negative impression for $Dhisher first sexual encounter where Duri was too naive to communicate what $Dheshe did or didn't want. This obviously didn't dissuade $Dhimher from sex, but it left a general sense of distrust and suspicion – making Duri feel $Dheshe always needed to be on guard and in-control of the experience. Duri doesn't have the same sense with you, and really enjoyed $Dhisher time, giving you a standing offer to fool around again. <<if $Dstat is 'romantic'>>There was a moment where $Dheshe got a little tense when discussing if you were sleeping with anyone else. Duri shook it off quickly, spoke of sleeping with another person if you didn't want to have sex again, like it made no difference. $Dcapitalheshe seemed to shake off the tension quickly, placing $Dhisher robes on your shoulders in case you were chilled – and of course, making a rude comment about your nipples right after.<</if>> [[Continue.|6.Dpostsexhome]]

Until something caresses your ear. Your eyes fly open as you try to sit up, only to be met with resistance. Something slaps against your mouth, and there's a weight on top of you. In the pale light of the moon coming through the window, you see someone on above you. Blazing eyes of amber and fiery hair – Jasper. You wriggle, trying to call out, but they keep you from escaping – easily, too easily. It's as though your hands are chained at your sides. You can't even kick your legs. As you stare up at Jasper, you realize that they're a mess. Covered in filth, they drip blood from their mouth and down their neck. Mud is caked in thick patches of their hair and their clothing is torn and soiled. They reek of blood and bodily filth. It feels disgusting having their grimy hand on your face. "Do you know how fucking hard it was to find you, little grub?" Jasper spits in a low voice. "Your dashing prince nearly killed me, you know." You shake your head. You know that they were dead, you saw – Aster checked. You writhe. "No, no – none of that. I won't fail a second time. You're mine. Forget the money, forget the deal. Hearing your screams as I flay the skin from your body is worth more than gold to me now." They chuckle. Your parents will hear, Jasper won't get away with this. <<if $roomshare is true>><<if $roomie is 'Zahn'>>Zahn will be back any moment, $Zheshe will help you.<<elseif $roomie is 'Rune'>>Rune will be back any moment, $Rheshe will help you.<<elseif $roomie is 'Duri'>>Duri will hear or even smell that something is wrong, $Dheshe will help you.<<elseif $roomie is 'Oswin'>>Maybe Oswin will come to check on you, he'll surely come for you.<</if>><<else>>Your papa will be here any moment to help you.<</if>> A wicked grin spreads on Jasper's face as they watch you. "I can practically see the gears in your head turning. Hoping your loved ones will come running like usual? Well, don't you worry about that. Our time together will be uninterrupted." You try to call out and continue to struggle. "See, I already thought of that…Did you really think that all this blood was mine?" Pressure sinks into your chest, and you stop struggling. "Your parents were the easiest…sound asleep curled up together. Cute.<<if $Dhadsex is true>> While you were out fucking with your friend, they were bleeding out in their bed. Shame.<</if>>" You scream, but it's muffled by Jasper's hand. <<if $roomshare is true>><<if $roomie is 'Zahn'>>Your little blue eyed sweetheart cried, you know. Such a wily little thing, too. It was fun.<<elseif $roomie is 'Rune'>>Your pretty mage was tricky, but mages bleed just like any of us. Turns out red is a good color for $Rhimher.<<elseif $roomie is 'Duri'>>Your little dog wasn't even in my way. I didn't //have// to kill $Dhimher; I just wanted to.<<elseif $roomie is 'Oswin'>>Hate to think of how upset your swordsman's parents will be when they find him dead in his bed tomorrow. Couldn't have him disturbing our fun together, though.<</if>><<else>>Your pet wolf wasn't pleased at all to see me. She knew right away I was up to something. Shame to kill such a smart creature really. Don't worry, I skinned her too, and will put her coat to good use. She'll live on and keep my feet warm.<</if>> Rage and anguish consume you as you thrash. Jasper watches you with glee and even removes their hand to let you scream and yell. You rattle off all manner of expletives and make a list of threats as they smile. "Yes, yes, very scary for someone who can't move," they say as they bring out a long, thin knife. "Now, before we get going…There's someone who wanted to say hi. He's hiding in your washroom. I'll let you choose. Either enjoy more time with me or enjoy a visit from Ramsey. You remember Ramsey, don't you? He remembers you //fondly//, thinks about you a lot. Gods know what he wants to do with you – your body. Either he gets you before or after; he's not picky." You feel sick. Jasper places the blade at your chin, and you feel the skin there begin to split. "Pick. Me first or Ramsey? It's the last mercy you will ever know." [[Jasper.|6.35Jasper]] {TW: assault, blood, graphic torture} [[Ramsey.|6.35Ramsey]] {TW: sexual assault including suggestive speech and touching (pelvic rubbing through clothing, fondling under shirt), blood, graphic torture.} * [[Click here to skip triggering content.|6.35skip]]

You are not about to endure whatever sick things Ramsey wants to do with you. You remember how he looked at you when they abducted you, the disgusting things he said. Your eyes land on Jasper's and bore in. They're run down; you have a shot at this – you could still get away. Someone may still come for you. They place a hand on their chest. "Oh, me? I'm so flattered, Little Grub. I won't disappoint. Really, you'll probably last a little longer this way. Ramy's tastes are a bit…sick. Though, maybe you'll regret your choice after I get started." You begin to thrash. Your arms and legs are anchored to the bed, and your torso can lift from it, but that's useless unless you can move them. Jasper gets off of you and stands at your bedside. They grab your blankets and rip them off. As you look down, you see that each of your limbs is wrapped in what appears to be a thick layer of black //hair//. It's moving of its accord, tightening and holding you down. The disturbing sight makes you thrash more. They keep grinning as you try to get away. "You know, your mother had a family…" That gives you pause, and you return your eyes to Jasper. "What do you know of my mother?" They shrug. "Probably as much as you do. I'm doing her and her family a favor though – you're a ''blight''." Jasper flips the knife in their hand. "I'm going to cut you out…rotted piece by rotted piece until there's //nothing// left." [[They bring the knife to your arm.|6.J2]]

<<set $Ramsey to true>> Your eyes drift to the door to your washroom. The man is digusting, but he's also got a soft spot for you. Either you can play him into your hands to help or use him to buy time. "Really?" Jasper replies with a scoff. "You want to be fondled first? How sick. Perhaps you and Ramy were made for each other then." You narrow your eyes at them. They shrug. "Whatever you like, Little Grub. "Hey Ramy!" they call. "Guess who wants to see you after all!" The door creaks open as Jasper backs off to lean against your windowsill. Ramsey sticks his head out first, and you realize that you don't remember what he looked like. He shuffles out, rubbing his hands together as he watches you. He's filthy as well, covered in blood and dirt. His brown hair is greasy, laying flat on his head. You didn't realize before how short and muscled he is; he appears quite strong. His face is pocked from old wounds and sunburns. "You really wanna see me?" he asks with reverence in his tone. "I've been thinkin' about you. Every day." Your lips curl in disgust. You watch Jasper, hoping they'll leave. They smile and laugh as they catch you watching. "I like to watch. Don't judge." //Shit//, this puts a damper on your plans. You feel the bed dip and your bedding being pulled from atop you. You begin to wriggle. As you look down, you see that each of your limbs is wrapped in what appears to be a thick layer of black //hair//. It's moving of its accord, tightening and holding you down. The disturbing sight makes you thrash more. "It's okay," Ramsey coos. "I'm not gonna hurt you. You'll feel good, I promise. Don't be scared." He grabs your leg that's closest to him and pulls it over. To your surprise, it sifts easily despite the binding. But as soon as he releases it, you can't control it yourself. You struggle, trying to move the leg as Ramsey crawls closer. "It's magic, sweetie," Ramsey says as he makes his way over your leg, slotting himself between both of them. "You won't be able to move around, but I can position you however I like." He smiles wide, showing off his bad and missing teeth. You try to pull off from the bed, realizing that the bandit has just slotted himself between your legs. The thoughts of using Ramsey against Jasper are quickly evaporating. <<if $Dhadsex is true>>"It's okay if you had sex with your friend earlier, I don't mind. We share all the time. Well…we did. Everyone is dead now. You killed all my friends. But it's like you're warmed up for me this way…" <</if>>His hands run up and down your thighs. "I don't know how you usually like it, but since we don't have much time, I'll have to fuck you like this." You shake your head as you call out, trying to pull away. Ramsey responds by raising your knees, pressing his pelvis to yours, and rubbing. Nausea bubbles in your gut. You're going to be sick. The bandit just breathes heavily and continues to rub his hands up your legs and under your nightclothes, running his rough and grimy hands along your stomach. He leans forward as you struggle and buries his face in your neck. He stinks of blood and sweat. If you're going to use him against Jasper, you'll have to talk fast. You try not to gag as he begins running his tongue up and down your throat. "Ramsey," you start. Hearing his name makes his breathing hitch. "Ramsey, I don't want to be watched. Please," you beg in a whisper. You know Jasper probably still heard but if this fool can be turned against them, that's all that matters. Ramsey leans up and stares at you and then looks to Jasper who just shrugs. "I like it when they watch though." You shake your head. "Please, Ramsey." He frowns. "You're just trying to hurt me again. It's okay, Sweetie, I know you can't help it." He returns to your neck, nibbling as you struggle. He grinds against you, pressing his hips in so you can feel him. "It's because you're a curse. Jasper told me." He runs his hands along your hips and gropes them hard. "You're evil, so we only have tonight to enjoy each other before you have to die…" "No! Please! Jasper's wrong!" you insist. "They're lying to get me all to themselves! I swear it, I swear it. I can be all yours for more than just tonight if you help me!" This gets Ramsey's attention and he sits back up, looking wide-eyed with a big smile. "Really?" His voice is full of hope. You nod adamantly. "Yes, anything you want." Your eyes shift over to Jasper nervously. They just stand and stare, looking amused. Hope fills you as Ramsey gets up, leaving you on the bed. You're already plotting your next move. Once Jasper is out of the way, you're certain you can convince the bandit to undo your bindings. But as soon as the man squares up, Jasper's hand moves with swift and deadly precision, slitting Ramsey's throat. [[Blood spurts, hitting your face and bed as his body drops.|6.R2]]

You have a terrifying dream in which you are completely helpless against two of the bandits who abducted you – Jasper and Ramsey. They claim to have murdered those closest to you so that no one will be there to help you escape. Jasper tortures you with a knife and calls you a blight upon the world that they are correcting. .... <<if $roomshare is true>><<if $roomie is 'Zahn'>>[[Your mouth opens in a silent scream.|6.36Z]]<<elseif $roomie is 'Rune'>>[[Your mouth opens in a silent scream.|6.36R]]<<elseif $roomie is 'Duri'>>[[Your mouth opens in a silent scream.|6.36D]]<<elseif $roomie is 'Oswin'>>[[Your mouth opens in a silent scream.|6.36O]]<</if>><<else>>[[Your mouth opens in a silent scream.|6.36Dads]]<</if>>

Your bottom lip trembles as you look on in terror. Tears pour from your eyes as you choke on a breath. "Please…please no," you beg. "Awe," Jasper coos. "Oh, now that's cute. Do it more." You sniffle. "Please don't do this, I beg you." They just smile, head tilted as if they were watching little animals sleep or play. "More of that and I'll end up wanting you how Ramsey wants you. Best not to delay the inevitable though, right?" Shaking your head, you sob. "Please! Please, don't do this. You don't have to." Tears blur your vision. Jasper grins wide. "No more of that, now. It was cute only once, and I'm a time limit." <<include "6.Jdreamabcd">>

You summon every bit of strength that you have and pull against the strange bindings. Jasper watches you with a smile. They bring the knife close to your arm and then pull it away teasingly, snickering as you struggle harder when it gets close. You feel the strange hair-like ropes sinch tighter on your wrists and start to cut in. An idea hits you that if they become slick with blood, you may be able to slip one hand out. You pull harder and harder, trying to make it difficult for Jasper to do what they want, but they just seem to enjoy watching. The more your wrists and ankles bleed, the tighter the binding gets. Jasper cackles. "At this rate, you'll do my job for me. Those things will sever your hands before you can get free, Little Grub." You cry out in pain as they all tighten simultaneously. You feel your bones close to snapping and it takes your breath away, forcing you to still. Jasper grins wide. <<include "6.Jdreamabcd">>

You're so tired. You don't want to do this anymore. They've already killed those closest to you. What's the point now? The sooner this begins, the sooner it ends. Maybe you believe this really is all your fault. Relaxing into the mattress, you stare at the ceiling. You know it will hurt. You know your body will reject the pain, but your heart and mind are done fighting. You are so tired. Jasper cocks their head. "Hm, something tells me you might feel a bit like you deserve this, perhaps? Well, makes my job easy – little boring, but whatever." <<include "6.Jdreamabcd">>

You raise as far as you can from the bed and scream from the depths of your stomach. There's no way to know if it will help. Will someone hear you? Will it help deter them? Will it buy you time? Maybe, just maybe, it will make you feel a little better – an outlet for all the frustration and fear. Jasper just watches, mouth twisted in annoyance as you roar and wail. Their lips curl up in a sneer. "Are you finished?" You're not. You scream again. You yell and cry out until your throat is completely raw, and you're panting for air. "Are you done, //now//?" Jasper asks with an eye roll. <<include "6.Jdreamabcd">>

You stare into Jasper's eyes as they bring the knife closer to your skin. "You're not real…" you murmur. Jasper stops and looks at you as if frozen. You breathe deeply. "This is a dream. It's just a dream." A relieved chuckle escapes you as you flop back on the bed. You're still secured to the mattress, but Jasper is immobile, and that is good enough for now. After looking around and pulling on the restraints, which have also stilled, you wonder how you go about this. How do you wake from a dream after you've realized what it is? Why is Jasper still here? You watch them disgusted. They blink. Your stomach sinks. Jasper smiles. "Did you think a dream could stop me?" You thrash, the restraints coming to life again, tightening along your wrists and ankles until they're cutting your flesh. The bandit moves freely once more, flipping the blade around in their fingers as they keep smiling down at your struggle. "Perhaps your mind is more stable than I assumed. I'll confess that it's clever you caught on." Jasper shrugs. "Too bad that won't keep you from feeling this." <<include "6.Jdreamabcd">>

They hold up the knife. "You ever debone fish? The way you're flopping around, I'd say so. Maybe you've watched your //late// fathers do it? I'll have to start with your arms first…" Jasper brings the knife to your wrist, just above where the restraints hold fast. You call out, voice steeped in anger, frustration, sadness, and terror. Thrashing does nothing, but it isn't like you could just stop. The knife slips easily into your skin, and red bubbles up. Jasper moves it slowly – deeper and deeper. You scream as you see your own flesh being separated, peeled up like the meat of a fish. Jasper works the knife slowly up your arm, cutting down to the bone and slicing their way up, carving the flesh and muscle away. The agony is tremendous, your body goes into shock and convulses as you struggle to even scream. "Ooh," Jasper coos. "I'll say, I liked looking at you before, but this is one fine-looking piece of meat here. I've never considered it before…but I do wonder what you'd taste like…" Anguish rips through you as the knife slices to the crook of your elbow. Your mattress is soaked in blood. "Shame," they say. "Doesn't look like you're going to make it through the whole thing. I've only started on the one arm, and you're already bleeding out." You feebly try to get your wounded arm away, only to find that it no longer moves at your behest. Even your fingers no longer respond, and you cannot feel the tether that holds what's left of your wrist. Jasper stops for a moment and watches you squirm and babble incoherently. "I should skip to your ribs then…I wouldn't want you to lose consciousness before the best part…" You shake your head. "No, no, no," you plead. They chuckle. "Awe, as cute as you sound – I can't stop now. <<if $Ramsey is true>>On the plus side, at least you had a little action first. Probably made Ramsey's whole year.<<else>>Once you're dead, Ramsey will have a turn with you. He's not picky and won't care if you're missing a few pieces.<</if>> Just remember before you die that this was all your fault. You're a curse – we're just purging evil from the world. //We're// the good guys here." Jasper goes on as they tear into your clothing with the knife to get access to your ribs. Your vision blurs and your mind goes numb. "No," you mumble weakly. "Oh yes," they say. "How do you think it felt, hm? Because of you, I was killed. All my friends were too. They were all I had. Sounds like something a curse would do to me." Jasper peels your clothing away to expose your side. Agony ripples through you as you try to move your torso away. You're too weak. Maybe you'll perish before experiencing the torment of being filleted. Jasper leans over you and looks you in the eye. They plunge the knife into your side and begin to slide along your ribs. You feel the knife graze your bones. <<if $roomshare is true>><<if $roomie is 'Zahn'>>[[Your mouth opens in a silent scream.|6.36Z]]<<elseif $roomie is 'Rune'>>[[Your mouth opens in a silent scream.|6.36R]]<<elseif $roomie is 'Duri'>>[[Your mouth opens in a silent scream.|6.36D]]<<elseif $roomie is 'Oswin'>>[[Your mouth opens in a silent scream.|6.36O]]<</if>><<else>>[[Your mouth opens in a silent scream.|6.36Dads]]<</if>>

You sit up so quickly that you're nearly thrown from the bed. Something grabs your arm, keeping you from tumbling off. Struggling with your bearings, you pull your arm away roughly. "Whoa! $mc! Hey, it's okay!" Zahn's voice rings out. "Zahn!?" You frantically begin looking for $Zhimher. "I'm right here, I'm next to you. It's okay, it's okay; I'm so sorry for scaring you. You were grumbling in your sleep and looked really upset. I'm so sorry if I bothered you." Your heart is still pounding, and you barely register what Zahn is saying. You realize, $Zheshe's not dead, and then you realize that you don't have any pain in your arm or side. The room is spinning. "Hold on," Zahn says and then jumps off the bed and runs to the washroom. $Zcapitalheshe comes back with a wet cloth, moving to your side to begin patting your face. It's then that you realize how hot your skin feels and that you are drenched in sweat. "It…it was a dream," you mutter. "It felt so real…" "More bad dreams?" Zahn asks as $Zheshe turns to open the window to let in the cool night air. "Come, get some air." You get to your feet, stumbling to the window, and leaning heavily on the sill as you suck in the cool air. Zahn slips the wet cloth over the back of your neck. $Zcapitalheshe stands next to you, watching you as if at any moment you will break into many pieces. Zahn nudges you gently with $Zhisher elbow. "I dream about the Acceptor… It's been better lately, since you talked to me on the road. He might show up in my dream, but you and the others are there, and he can't touch me." This makes you smile, even if it's just a little. It's soured when you remember the feeling in the nightmare when Jasper said they'd killed Zahn. "Please, please tell me about it," Zahn says, looking at you with eyes of understanding. Taking a deep breath, you explain it all, trying not to go too in-depth for your own sake. How Jasper taunted you about killing your loved ones, that you were strapped to the bed, and no one could hear you. You talk about their offer, the torture, and how hopeless it all felt. It was just like it was when they captured you – being restrained and at their mercy, fearing that it would be useless if you fought back. But this time, no one came to your rescue. Zahn listens, and you note how $Zhisher jaw quivers, but you can't tell if it's out of grief or anger at what you went through in the dream. It's surprising how easily the event spills from your lips. Perhaps it is your tired mind that makes it simple, or that you desperately need someone to help you shoulder the burden in your soul. Zahn comforts you. There are no grand gestures or inspirational speeches; $Zheshe is just there for you to listen and lament that you experienced something so horrid. <<if $Ramsey is true>>[[You also go into detail about what Ramsey did in the dream.|6.36ZR]] [[You're exhausted and you want to keep what Ramsey did in the dream to yourself.|6.36Zend]]<<else>>[[Afterwards, you're too exhausted to go on.|6.36Zend]]<</if>>

You sit up so quickly that you launch yourself off the bed. Something catches and surrounds you, bringing you safely back down to the mattress before disappearing. Struggling with your bearings, you whip your head back and forth, searching for danger. "Take a breath, you're safe, $mc." Rune's voice says. "Rune!?" You frantically begin looking for $Rhimher. "I'm right beside you. You're in a panicked state. Ease yourself away from it," $Rheshe says with a soothing tone. But your heart is still pounding, and you barely register what Rune is saying. You realize, $Rheshe's not dead, and then you realize that you don't have any pain in your arm or side. The room is spinning. "You just awoke, you're still in bed. You might be feverish, I can help." There's a gentle burst of air that flutters over your hot skin. You realize that you are drenched in sweat. "It…it was a dream," you mutter. "It felt so real…" "Another nightmare?" Rune asks, carefully placing a hand on your shoulder. "I'll open the window. The night air will do you much better than a magic breeze." $Rcapitalheshe gets up and opens your window and then reaches out to you. You get to your feet, grabbing Rune's hand for support so you can lean on the windowsill as you suck in the cool air. "The scent and the sounds of a calm night are a good balm for nightmares," $Rheshe muses. "Though the sound of frogs croaking always makes me feel…sticky somehow." This makes you smile, even if it's just a little. It's soured when you remember the feeling in the nightmare when Jasper said they'd killed Rune. "I believe it would be better for your mind to tell me about this dream. Avoiding it places it in the back of your mind to come back more readily when you sleep." You agree, taking a deep breath so you can explain it all, trying not to go too in-depth for your own sake. How Jasper taunted you about killing your loved ones, that you were strapped to the bed, and no one could hear you. You talk about their offer, the torture, and how hopeless it all felt. It was just like it was when they captured you – being restrained and at their mercy, fearing that it would be useless if you fought back. But this time, no one came to your rescue. Rune listens with great patience, brow furrowed, when you discuss the horrible things that were done to you in the dream. It's surprising how easily the event spills from your lips. Perhaps it is your tired mind that makes it simple, or that you desperately need someone to help you shoulder the burden in your soul. $Rcapitalheshe comforts you. There are no grand gestures or inspirational speeches; $Rheshe is just there for you to listen and lament that you experienced something so horrid. <<if $Ramsey is true>>[[You also go into detail about what Ramsey did in the dream.|6.36RR]] [[You're exhausted and you want to keep what Ramsey did in the dream to yourself.|6.36Rend]]<<else>>[[Afterwards, you're too exhausted to go on.|6.36Rend]]<</if>>

You sit up so quickly that you are thrown from your bed. After you hit the floor, you scream as you scramble away to safety. You can still feel hands on you, the knife, the blood. The smell is caught in your nose. Once you hit a wall in your room, you place your back against it and prepare to fight for your life. It's so dark, you can't see. Something bursts through your window, making the glass rattle in the panes. "$mc! I'm here! What is it? What's wrong?" It's Duri's voice, rushed and panicked. "Duri?" you ask, reaching out as your eyes adjust and your mind continues to spin. You're too disoriented to realize where you are. Strong hands grip your upper arms as a familiar pair of golden glowing eyes match your gaze. "I'm here, Lambchop. Are you hurt?" You look around the room, slowly conscious of your situation, even getting a bit of a surprise that Duri is wearing clothes. "It…it was a dream," you mutter. "It felt so real…" There's a knock at your door, and you startle. "Sprout?" calls your papa. "I thought I heard ya holler." You note Duri's very inhuman ears and tail. "Um, I'm fine, Papa!" you call back and hope your voice is convincing enough. There's a pause before he answers. "Okay, then, let us know if you need us." "I will!" You sigh in relief and rest your head on the wall with a thump. Duri gives you an apologetic look. "Sorry, if you want your parents, I'll leave." Shaking your head, you start to stand up. "That's okay, I think I need some air, though." $Dcapitalheshe helps you stand and takes you to the window. "Well, I got it opened for you at least." $Dcapitalheshe chuckles. "So…you had another nightmare?" As you let the night air wash over you, you nod. Duri leans against the wall next to the window. $Dcapitalheshe scratches one ear. "You know…I have this recurring dream – a bad one. Ever since I was a kid…But I always kept it to myself. I still have it sometimes, but it got better after I told my uncle about it. I don't know why, but you can tell me, and maybe it will help." Taking a deep breath, you explain it all, trying not to go too in-depth for your own sake. How Jasper taunted you about killing your loved ones, that you were strapped to the bed, and no one could hear you. You talk about their offer, the torture, and how hopeless it all felt. It was just like it was when they captured you – being restrained and at their mercy, fearing that it would be useless if you fought back. But this time, no one came to your rescue. Duri listens, and you note how $Dhisher jaw clenches. It's surprising how easily the event spills from your lips. Perhaps it is your tired mind that makes it simple, or that you desperately need someone to help you shoulder the burden in your soul. $Dcapitalheshe listens quietly, nodding along. There are no grand gestures or inspirational speeches; $Dheshe is just there for you to listen and lament that you experienced something so horrid. <<if $Ramsey is true>>[[You also go into detail about what Ramsey did in the dream.|6.36RD]] [[You're exhausted and you want to keep what Ramsey did in the dream to yourself.|6.36Dend]]<<else>>[[Afterwards, you're too exhausted to go on.|6.36Dend]]<</if>>

You sit up so quickly that you are thrown from your bed. After you hit the floor, you scramble away to safety. You can still feel hands on you, the knife, the blood. The smell is caught in your nose. Once you hit a wall in your room, you place your back against it and prepare to fight for your life. It's so dark, you can't see. Everything spins as you regain your bearings. You're breathing so hard that it's the only thing you hear, your pulse is racing, and you're covered in sweat. "It was a dream…" You say, thumping your head against the wall. You feel sick to your stomach, restless, and anxious. It doesn't matter that it was a dream; it felt real. As you stand, you nearly fall over as you begin to pace. You desperately need //something// an outlet – anything. Remember the last time you had a nightmare and ran into Oswin, you make for the door. You don't feel right waking your parents up for this, and now all you can think of is him… You need to see him. As you shove your feet into the nearest pair of shoes you can find, you throw a cloak over you and head out. The night is quiet and peaceful, yet you feel anything but that. You rush the whole way to the Twinflower homestead, thankful that Oswin's dwelling has its own door. You creep up to it, feeling like a thief, heading around to the very back where there is a little room attached, what used to be a large porch. Taking a moment to debate on how to approach, you nix the idea of crawling through the window. If you remember correctly, Oswin's bed is right under it. Instead, you gather your courage and knock lightly on the door. After waiting a moment, you knock again and then hear stirring from inside. The door opens, and a bleary-eyed Oswin looks back at you like he can't believe his eyes. He's…frazzled and…shirtless, nothing by thin linen pants to cover him. "$mc? Are you okay? What's going on?" he asks as he ushers you inside. You shuffle in and he sits you on his bed since there are no chairs in the small room. "I'm sorry," you begin. "I didn't want to wake you, but I…" He gently cups the side of your face to turn toward him. It almost makes you chuckle how mussed his hair is. "It's okay, day or night, if you need me, I'm here." "I…I had a nightmare – a horrible one. I didn't want to be alone." A distinct type of sadness crosses his face – one that signals familiarity with your plight. "I have nights like that, too. Please, tell me." Taking a deep breath, you explain it all, trying not to go too in-depth for your own sake. How Jasper taunted you about killing your loved ones, that you were strapped to the bed, and no one could hear you. You talk about their offer, the torture, and how hopeless it all felt. It was just like it was when they captured you – being restrained and at their mercy, fearing that it would be useless if you fought back. But this time, no one came to your rescue. Oswin lists patiently, looking bereft on your behalf. There are no grand gestures or inspirational speeches; he is just there for you to listen and lament that you experienced something so horrid. <<if $Ramsey is true>>[[You also go into detail about what Ramsey did in the dream.|6.36RO]] [[You're exhausted and you want to keep what Ramsey did in the dream to yourself.|6.36Oend]]<<else>>[[Afterwards, you're too exhausted to go on.|6.36Oend]]<</if>>

Jasper smiles. "That was very cute and all, but let's move along now. Nice try though." "You killed your friend so easily!?" you stall, trying to think of a new plan. They shrug. "And he would betray me for a piece of ass. Besides, he was dead already." They chuckle. "Did it turn you on having him between your legs like that? I'm genuinely curious." "Fuck you!" you spit. Jasper shrugs. "No thanks, I'm not interested." You begin to thrash. Your arms and legs are anchored to the bed, and your torso can lift from it, but that's useless unless you can move them. They keep grinning as you try to get away. "You know, your mother had a family…" That gives you pause, and you return your eyes to Jasper. "What do you know of my mother?" They shrug. "Probably as much as you do. I'm doing her and her family a favor though – you're a ''blight''." Jasper flips the bloodied knife in their hand. "I'm going to cut you out…rotted piece by rotted piece until there's //nothing// left." [[They bring the knife to your arm.|6.J2]]

You grab the nearest object and hurl it toward the door without a second thought, shouting garbled threats and curses as you prepare to fight for your life. "Sprout!" your papa calls. You take a deep breath when you hear the familiar voice. "Papa?" "$mc, it's okay," Papa says. "I think ya had another nightmare." You scramble to your feet, still panicked, as you look around your room. Your heart hammers in your chest, and you're dizzy and sweating. "They're here! They're here!" you shout. "No one is here; yer safe. Da's comin', just hold on." You finally see Papa as your eyes adapt to the dark, but panic still has you. You run to the washroom and look inside. It's empty. Ramsey isn't there. You look toward your bed; there's no Jasper and no blood either. "Kid," your da says. You hadn't even heard him come in. You scan the room frantically again before turning your attention to your da. He's standing on one foot, reaching out to you. Papa comes over to help him. Da reaches out. "Can I touch you, Sprout?" [[Yes.|6.36Dads2a]] [[No.|6.36Dads2b]]

Curling into a ball, you sink to the floor as you whimper. You hug your arms around your torso as your forehead rests against your knees. Shaking uncontrollably, you babble for mercy and to be left alone. "Oh, Sprout…" It's Papa's voice. "Papa…" you whisper. "Papa, they're here in my room." You curl in deeper on yourself. "$mc, it's okay," Papa says. "I think ya had another nightmare." You feel his big, warm hand on your back, gently rubbing. Rocking yourself, you insist, "They were here, they hid in the washroom too…" "I'll check, hang on, yer da is comin'." Papa gets up, and you peek to watch him open the door to your washroom and check it out. Your heart thumps with worry. "Hey, kid," your da says. You startle, having not heard him. He struggles for a moment to get down to the floor with you. "You're okay, it was a dream, I promise." Papa returns. "No one is in the washroom, Sprout." "Take $himher to the bed for me, love," Da requests of Papa. Your father helps you to the side of your bed to sit down and then helps your da get up and sit next to you. Papa takes a seat as well and keeps a hand on your back. It grounds you a bit more as his warmth seeps in. It doesn't even matter how hot your skin already feels. You look at the arm that Jasper cut in the dream. It's fine, but the memory sticks firmly, the sight of the blood as the flesh was torn. Then, you feel your side. Everything is in order, but you can almost feel the blade against your ribs. "It felt so real…" "Let's talk about it," Da says. "If you keep these bottled, they will wait for you every time you shut your eyes. Please, we're here and we'll help you get through it." Papa nods. "Don't need to go into all the little details either." [[You explain what Jasper did to you in your dream.|6.36Dads2abJ]]

You nod and then feel your da's warm hands on your shoulders. Exhaustion crashes like a wave and you stumble into the wall to stay upright. "Easy, kid," Da says. Papa pats your head. "Yer alright, it was just a dream. It can't get ya now." "Take $himher to the bed for me, love," Da requests of Papa. Your father helps you to the side of your bed to sit down. Once seated, he keeps a hand on your back. It grounds you a bit more as his warmth seeps in. It doesn't even matter how hot your skin already feels. You look at the arm that Jasper cut in the dream. It's fine, but the memory sticks firmly, the sight of the blood as the flesh was torn. Then, you feel your side. Everything is in order, but you can almost feel the blade against your ribs. "It felt so real…" "Let's talk about it," Da says. "If you keep these bottled, they will wait for you every time you shut your eyes. Please, we're here and we'll help you get through it." Papa nods. "Don't need to go into all the little details either." [[You explain what Jasper did to you in your dream.|6.36Dads2abJ]]

You shake your head "That's okay, take a moment to wake up and settle our nerves." Exhaustion crashes like a wave, and you lean into the wall to stay upright. "Easy, kid," Da says. Papa moves like he wants to help you, but stills himself. "Yer alright, it was just a dream. It can't get ya now." "Do you think you can walk to your bed? We can sit down together." You nod, taking a few calming breaths first as you shuffle over. Papa stays close, clearly worried that you might fall. Once you sit, each of your fathers takes a seat next to you, keeping a distance. You look at the arm that Jasper cut in the dream. It's fine, but the memory sticks firmly, the sight of the blood as the flesh was torn. Then, you feel your side. Everything is in order, but you can almost feel the blade against your ribs. "It felt so real…" "Let's talk about it," Da says. "If you keep these bottled, they will wait for you every time you shut your eyes. Please, we're here and we'll help you get through it." Papa nods. "Don't need to go into all the little details either." [[You explain what Jasper did to you in your dream.|6.36Dads2abJ]]

You explain it all, trying not to go too in-depth for your own sake. How Jasper taunted you about killing your loved ones, that you were strapped to the bed, and no one could hear you. You talk about their offer, the torture, and how hopeless it all felt. It was just like it was when they captured you – being restrained and at their mercy, fearing that it would be useless if you fought back. But this time, no one came to your rescue. Your fathers listen as you purge it all with surprising ease. Perhaps it is your tired mind that makes it easy, or that you desperately need someone to help you shoulder the burden in your soul. They comfort you. There are no grand gestures or inspirational speeches; they're just there for you to listen and lament that you experienced something so horrid. <<if $Ramsey is true>>[[You also go into detail about what Ramsey did in the dream.|6.36Dads2abR]] [[You're exhausted and you want to keep what Ramsey did in the dream to yourself.|6.36DadsEnd]]<<else>>[[Afterwards, you're too exhausted to go on.|6.36DadsEnd]]<</if>>

<<set $toldRamtodads to true>> "There's more…" you say weakly as you begin to fidget. Da places a hand on your shoulder. "You can tell us, it's okay." Nausea fills your gut as you recall how Ramsey touched you, what he wanted to do to you. "In it…in the dream, when Jasper gave me the offer to pick between them or the other guy. Um, I picked Ramsey. I thought that I could get away if I did." You gag, and cover your mouth with one hand. Your fathers look at each other as they turn toward you. Da mouths something and Papa gets up, bringing back a bucket from the washroom. After collecting yourself, you go on. "The man was hiding in my washroom and he came out…crawled on the bed with me and I was still strapped down." Da's hand tightens on your shoulder. "He…he touched me." You gag again, noting why your father brought you a bucket. "He-" You begin to shake as it all flashes through your mind. "He opened my legs, put his disgusting hands up my shirt…" You take a ragged breath. "//Licked// my neck, talked like…like we were lovers and about what he wanted to do…" Tears sting your eyes. "It felt so real, it felt like it was...like it was really happening." You gag again. Losing the battle, you pitch forward and grab the bucket to vomit. Your fathers help keep you steady and clean as you purge everything – from your stomach and your mind. Papa leaves again and comes back with a glass of water. You sip it as your stomach calms. The atmosphere feels like a storm between your fathers. Papa huffs. "If that bastard wasn't already dead, I'd tear him apart." Da gently places a hand between your shoulders. "There's nothing to be ashamed of if it happened, but when they…when they took you before?" The question is clear, even if your father can't get it out. You shake your head. "He was gross, looked at me weird, and said things, but //that// specifically didn't happen." He heaves a relieved breath. "Your mind probably held on to the fear that he might do something, and that's why you dreamed it…" [[You only nod, too tired to go on.|6.36DadsEnd]]

Your fathers sit with you a while. After a bit, they begin to chat about mundane things, which helps your mind calm and move on. Da smiles at you. "You are never too old to come to your old fathers because of bad dreams. I still have them sometimes, nightmares about my brother. The lengths your father must go to get me to sleep again…it's akin to when you were a little baby." He chuckles. You manage a smile and give a nod. "They still make me cry…" Da adds. "So it's okay, and you're not alone. And if anyone does sneak into your room, I will beat them to death with my crutch if I have to." Papa chuckles. "Not if I get there first…" Shaking your head, you lean back in your bed. "I guess you're never too grown to have protective parents, then, too?" Both of your fathers nod. "Even after we're old and feeble," Da declares. "It will never matter how old or strong you are, you are still our $sondtrchild. We love you, and we'd do anything to make sure you're safe." "Da…Papa…I love you both, too." Papa scrubs at his eyes, and Da clears his throat. "So," da says, patting his knees with his hands. "If you'd rather not go back to sleep, we can go downstairs. We've got honeycakes to eat, or we can make a nice breakfast….or just sit in the den by the fire." [[You smile. "I'd like that."|6.37]]

Needless to say, the night leaves you quite tired into the next day. You down some tea to perk up and try to sit in the sunshine coming through the windows. After a while, you consider finding something to do to help you stay awake. There's a knock at the door, and when you answer, you are handed a letter from a nervous young lady you've never seen before. She bows awkwardly to you before running away without a word. When you open and read the letter, you find it's from Aster, requesting a visit with you today. You haven't seen much of the noble lately. He visits for meals and has been quite cordial, but has maintained a polite distance. <<if $Astat is 'romantic'>>You're quite excited by being summoned like this. You hope for some quality time with him.<<elseif $Astat is 'friends'>>You look forward to seeing him for a while. Maybe he'll relax a bit more if it's just the two of you.<<elseif $Astat is 'neutral'>>You guess that he must want to finally try to study your curse a bit closer.<<elseif $Astat is 'distrust'>>You'll go, but you'll be on your guard.<<elseif $Astat is 'afraid'>>You're nervous. Though Rune vouches for him, Aster has left you anxious about being alone with him. At least he's in the tavern, where there are usually quite a few people. You'll be sure to tell your parents where you'll be as well.<<else>>A tingle of nervous excitement crawls up your back. Being alone with Aster? Why are you excited by that? Why does it make you anxious at the same time? You'll tell your parents where you'll be just in case…<</if>> [[You take some time to get ready and then head out.|6.Aster]]

<<set $Astat to 'conflicted'>><<set $AstatCurrent to "Fearful Attraction">> He scares you. He scares you but...he has a strange hold on your attention. There's a distinct pull that leaves you with a conflicting sense of longing... You'll dwell more on that later. As you focus on the road ahead, you see a small building coming up – possibly, your supply stop. It's…colorful. It's…familiar. It's…Nathanael? You lean forward in your saddle and you notice Oswin doing the same before he turns to look at you. He already appears irritated and a bit suspicious. As you get closer, the colors of the caravan are unmistakable – it must be him. Oswin mutters curses to himself as Aster and Rune exchange looks. [[Once you pull up to the shop and dismount, the shutter on the side flips open suddenly.|5.E11]]

When you enter the tavern, you find the usual buzz of patrons getting ready for their midday meals and drinks. Aster's letter told you what room to go to, so you make for a staircase off to the side, which leads to a balcony where the entrances to the rooms are. There are only a few rooms, but that suits the need for Stonebrook since there aren't many travelers in need of them. As you ascend the stairs, you spot Ves from the bar glowering at you. You ignore him and keep going. As you reach the door, you hesitate for a moment. You're not quite sure what you're in for. <<if $Astat is 'romantic'>>This probably wasn't strictly a social call, but you're hopeful that Aster won't be //all// business.<<elseif $Astat is 'friends'>>This probably wasn't strictly a social call, but you're hopeful that Aster won't be //all// business.<<elseif $Astat is 'neutral'>>You're curious how Aster will go about studying your curse.<<elseif $Astat is 'distrust'>>You're a little uncomfortable with this, but you also understand that – as distasteful as he is – Aster may actually be able to help you.<<elseif $Astat is 'afraid'>>You're uncomfortable with this, but you also understand that – as frightening as he can be – Aster may actually be able to help you.<<else>>The levels of your anxieties are all over the place. There's a shiver of excitement tied in with a chill of dread. What will he do when you're alone with him? …Maybe you //want// him to do something.<</if>> The door cracks open while you're lost in thought. "Sweet stars, is the door as pretty as me, or do you just not know how to knock?" You suck in a breath as you meet Aster's brown gaze through the small opening of the door. <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"Sorry, I was thinking…just distracted I guess."<<else>>"The door is //much// prettier. It's the wood tones. Sorry, you just can't compete."<</if>> He opens the door all the way and smirks at you. "Cute." You walk in, shutting the door and taking a look around the room. It's simple, with a small bed in the corner, a window with a seat built in, a desk with a chair, and a trunk for belongings. Aster has a few things scattered along the desk, mostly parchments. As you take in the man himself, you find that he's dressed down, very casual, compared to how you've seen him even while on the road. His button-up, cream colored shirt is only half tucked into dark hemp pants that sit low on his hips. Surprisingly, he's wearing a soft pair of leather slippers instead of shoes, and his hair is rather disheveled. "Please forgive my…rather ruffled appearance. I had a difficult night," he says, fussing with the cuffs of his shirt. You arch your brow. "I actually did too…It's fine, don't feel like you need to be so proper on my account." "Thank you. It's…habit, I suppose." He clears his throat. "Anyway, make yourself comfortable." He gestures to the bed. "It's clean even if it lacks for comfort." [[You take a seat.|6.A2]]

The bed is perfectly comfortable, so you wonder what Aster's version of comfort really is.<<if $Astat is 'romantic'>> You swallow hard as a warm fragrance wafts up from the bedding. It's hard to pinpoint for a moment. It's a bit like cedarwood mixed with sage and a fresh touch of lemongrass. You wonder if it's his soap or a scented oil he uses. It's…nice. Very nice.<<elseif $Astat is 'conflicted'>> You swallow hard as a warm fragrance wafts up from the bedding. It's hard to pinpoint for a moment. It's a bit like cedarwood mixed with sage and a fresh touch of lemongrass. You wonder if it's his soap or a scented oil he uses. It's…nice. Very nice.<</if>> He rifles through a few things on his desk and procures a journal with notes scrawled on the pages. "I've discussed several theories with Rune. $Rcapitalheshe tried to explain what you…" He pauses. "Felt like, if you'll forgive the phrasing." You nod. "Naturally, I would like to try and experience this for myself and run a test with the ring." You grimace. Aster smirks. "I had a feeling that wouldn't sit well with you, but I may have a way to protect you from it using myself as a buffer. We will only know if we try." "What do you mean by using yourself?" You vaguely recall him saying something about not using his magic when you met. "I have a unique magic skill set, shall we say. I won't bore you with details, but I don't like to use it. I don't like to parade it around like Lyreheart does. I think I can use it to poke around and identify the magic powering your curse." <<if $Astat is 'romantic'>>The word 'poke' gives you a funny feeling.<<elseif $Astat is 'friends'>>You suppose it is probably the best way for him to begin helping you.<<elseif $Astat is 'neutral'>>You suppose it is probably the best way for him to begin helping you.<<elseif $Astat is 'distrust'>>You don't really like the thought of him poking around on you.<<elseif $Astat is 'afraid'>>You don't really like the thought of him poking around on you.<<else>>The word 'poke' gives you a funny feeling.<</if>> You think back on how Ansar was able to give you a choice on whether he touched or not. "Do you have to touch me for it to work?" Aster leans back and raises his hand to his chin to scratch his beard. "Hm, to examine you – no, I think I can manage from a short distance. But when I test the ring, it will be safer if I touch you. I do apologize that it will put you in an awkward position with me. I swear to you that I wouldn't touch you in an untoward way…<<if $Astat is 'romantic'>>Unless you wanted me to.<<elseif $Astat is 'conflicted'>>Probably.<</if>>" <<if $Astat is 'romantic'>>You raise an eyebrow at that.<<elseif $Astat is 'conflicted'>>You raise an eyebrow at that.<</if>> "So what do you think you can do with the ring?" He digs out the black pouch containing the ring. "If you were able to take much notice of this pretty piece, you may have noticed that part of it is missing. It's the same piece that would make the ring tolerable out in the open for us. What my research has concluded is that the ring itself draws magic, and the missing stone or jewel might store it or use it. My hypothesis is that my magic can neutralize the more damaging effects of the magic draw." "So, you'll act as a shield?" Aster nods. "Precisely. This is also why my examination is important as well. I need to locate and target the curse's source directly. You are a well of magic from what you've absorbed, just siphoning off from that will get us nowhere, and then you are likely to have a relapse of illness." You blow out a heavy breath. "So, does that mean it will matter //where// you touch?" He gives you a <<if $Astat is 'romantic'>>predatory<<elseif $Astat is 'conflicted'>>predatory<<else>>surprisingly sheepish<</if>> look. "Yes, and I do apologize for that. I will need to touch where you are marked at least for the experiment.<<if $Astat is 'romantic'>> Not that I personally mind.<<elseif $Astat is 'conflicted'>> I know it will bring some discomfort, but I will guide you through it and make it…as pleasant as I can.<</if>> I'd be curious to know why the mark is where it is, whether it's by design or not." "That is a good question," you remark. "Do you know much about gods and their sigils?" "Not necessarily," he answers with a shrug. "Like humans, gods like to make banners to assemble under. Most of them had some sort of flag or symbol that their devotees used. They would have signet rings and seals with their sign on them as well. Like Lyreheart, many bore the marks of their gods on their bodies." Aster takes a breath to add something and then stops, letting the conversation stop. You tilt your head. "What? Did you think of something?" He fusses with his hair for a moment before responding. "The gods who accepted blood sacrifices often had their mark burned into the victims first. I've read some…heinous accounts of how they were prepared. Some even submitted willingly. It was rather horrible, but I don't believe such is the case for you. Such things were done by sycophants." <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>You frown. "How awful, those poor people.<<else>>You shake your head. "That is disgusting.<</if>> <<if $godopinion is 'in favor'>>I can't believe that some gods would abuse their power to that degree.<<elseif $godopinion is 'against'>>How typical – gods drunk on power.<<elseif $godopinion is 'neutral'>>It was a different time, I suppose.<<elseif $godopinion is 'realistic'>>The war makes more sense, some were bad and some were good. Seems like things were building to their natural conclusion.<</if>>" "Anyway," Aster fidgets in his seat like he can't get comfortable. "We should begin. Tell me, at least for the exam portion, is it okay if I touch you?" You answer, "<<cycle "$Atouch" autoselect>> <<option "No">> <<option "Yes">> <</cycle>>." Aster stands and beckons you to do the same. He rolls up his sleeves and then runs his fingers through his hair to tame it back. <<if $Astat is 'romantic'>>The movements are practiced – so simple, but he makes them look so elegant and dignified. You never noticed before how nice his arms were…<<elseif $Astat is 'conflicted'>>The movements are practiced – so simple, but he makes them look so elegant and dignified. You never noticed before how nice his arms were…<</if>> <<if $Astat is 'romantic'>>[[He smirks. "Shall we begin?"|6.A3a]]<<elseif $Astat is 'conflicted'>>[[He smirks. "Shall we begin?"|6.A3b]]<<else>>[[He nods. "Shall we begin?"|6.A3c]]<</if>>

You don't even get a chance to reply before he begins encroaching on your space. For a moment, you are frozen with shock at his confident approach. <<if $height is 'verytall'>>Though he is barely taller than you, he feels so much more imposing.<<elseif $height is 'tall'>>Though you're tall, he still looks down on you, making you feel small for once.<<elseif $height is 'average'>>He looms over you, tall and imposing, making you feel small.<<else>>He completely towers over you, imposing, making you feel tiny and helpless.<</if>> His stature makes him all the more alluring. You find yourself backing up to make him follow. This only makes Aster grin and continue his approach as he slowly chases you away from the bed to the furthest wall of the room. As your back hits and you realize that there's nowhere left to go, you watch him and wait for what he'll do next. The look on his face says he's enjoying this. He throws his hand against the wall, and you flinch at the resounding thud. Aster's grin is wide, like a fox who just found the door to the chicken coop was left open. Leaning over you, his eyes narrow. "Lift your clothes for me, Pet." You bite your lip and obediently do as he says, adjusting your clothing so that the mark is revealed to him. There's an excited stirring within your gut as you realize that he's enjoying you as much as you enjoy him. <<if $Atouch is "yes">>Aster slowly brings his hands toward your stomach. You feel the tips of his fingers touch first before he slides them out over your skin gently. He stares into your eyes and then glides his hand down the mark and then back up. He finally glances down, tracing the patterns of the mark with just his fingertips with a slow reverence. "Lovely…" he says. "If it didn't cause you such torment, I would say that it somehow suits you." You nod, your thoughts and heart too loud for you to make an articulate reply. "The sketch Rune showed me is nothing compared to the real thing. And you said that it has spread?" "Yes," you say. He hums. "The mark expands in correlation to the power it takes..." His fingers continue to trace it, almost tickling your skin. Aster leans in closer, nearly flush with you, as he places his whole hand against the mark again. "This won't hurt, but you'll feel my magic inside of you. It may even feel…nice." You look up at him, wondering if he really intended some sort of innuendo. You feel a tingle across your skin as his fingers graze you. "That confused little look is cute. Of course…" Aster moves his lips to your ear. "So is the want in your eyes," he whispers. You try to shake your head to deny it, but you can't. His scent invades your nose again, the same scent that was on his bed. It covers you on the outside as his magic invades you on the inside. It's a warm sensation, like sunlight on a cold day. It feels cozy, the opposite of how Aster's imposing figure makes you feel. He presses in closer, his hand more firm against the mark, but he stays braced against the wall to keep from putting his weight on you. You can feel his breath against your neck, so you lift your head to expose more of it to him. It gives you the thrill of a predator at your throat, waiting to sink its teeth in at the right moment. There's nothing but delicious tension in your heart – the compulsion to pull him flush against you and hope for his lips against your neck even though you haven't known him long. What has gotten into you?<<else>>Aster slowly brings his hands toward your stomach. You feel the heat from his hand against your skin as he hovers close. He stares into your eyes as he moves his hand down and then back up, the heat traveling with it. He finally glances down, tracing the patterns of the mark with his eyes with a slow reverence. "Lovely…" he says. "If it didn't cause you such torment, I would say that it somehow suits you." You nod, your thoughts and heart too loud for you to make an articulate reply. "The sketch Rune showed me is nothing compared to the real thing. And you said that it has spread?" "Yes," you say. He hums. "The mark expands in correlation to the power it takes..." Aster leans in closer, holding his hand above the mark. "This won't hurt, but you'll feel my magic inside of you. I apologize if that sort of touch distresses you, but I hope it at least feels nice." You look up at him, wondering if he really intended some sort of innuendo. You feel a tingle emanate and flutter across your skin. "That confused little look is cute. Of course…" Aster moves his lips to your ear. "So is the want in your eyes," he whispers. You try to shake your head to deny it, but you can't. His scent invades your nose again, the same scent that was on his bed. It covers you on the outside as his magic invades you on the inside. It's a warm sensation, like sunlight on a cold day. It feels cozy, the opposite of how Aster's imposing figure makes you feel. He stays braced against the wall to keep from putting his weight on you. You can feel his breath against your neck, so you lift your head to expose more of it to him. It gives you the thrill of a predator at your throat, waiting to sink its teeth in at the right moment. There's nothing but delicious tension in your heart – the compulsion to pull him flush against you and hope for his lips against your neck even though you haven't known him long. What has gotten into you?<</if>> "Magnificent," he murmurs lowly. "The current of power within you is immense…it's deep and varied." You match his low tone. "What does that mean?" "I think it has been with you a very long time, probably since you first fell ill. Odd that the mark has only just appeared if that's the case. Please bear with me for a moment, this may feel odd or uncomfortable, but I need to probe deeper." You shiver. He chuckles. The feeling of his magic evolves. It makes you gasp and throw your head against the wall in shock. It's uncomfortable and overwhelms all your senses at once. It feels like being underwater and suddenly realizing you need to come up for air. But you can still breathe, which is almost worse because there's no relief to ease the sensation. Aster's breath stammers, and his knees buckle for a moment. "It fights back…" he mumbles. "Try to relax, $mc, help me in." You force yourself to breathe out and make the muscles in your abdomen unclench, and your shoulders drop despite the overwhelming sensations. "Good, like that…that's it. A bit more." As you continue to focus, the feeling changes again, and you sense the pressure relax. It still feels odd, like something is crawling around under your skin. Aster suddenly breaks away with a hiss and stumbles backward before dropping to one knee. He takes deep breaths before getting back up. He fusses with his clothing and hair, trying to appear unruffled. "Are you okay?" you ask, leery of reaching out to him. He nods. "Yes, it was just a lot for the senses, I'm sure you can relate. I also had to keep your curse from trying to siphon off my magic. Tricky thing." Aster shuffles toward his bed and plops down. You move to the desk chair. "Did you find anything?" "I did…a few things. First off, I do believe Rune is correct to think that you could learn to harness this power and use it." You sit back in shock. "Really? I could be a mage?" "Essentially, however, do not get too excited about that…I won't recommend that you do." "Why?" You can't help the sting of disappointment. "This curse, the magic in it is…how do I explain?" Aster flops back on his bed and begins to talk more with his hands in wild gestures. "Think of it like a bag, perhaps made of a thick linen or burlap. The bag sucks things into it until it is full and then it stops. However, it doesn't stop completely – it waits. It waits until the fabric and seams have adapted to the pressure of fullness, and then it sucks in more. The threads grow tight once more, but the bag continues to stretch and expand. The process repeats. My theory is that if you use this well of magic, you'll experience backlash." You lean back and cross your legs at the ankles. "So I'm pulling from the bag and then the bag…fights back?" Aster's arms go in the air again. "In essence. You create slack in the bag, and it seeks to remedy that. I don't know how quickly, perhaps it could be immediate, or it would wait a while. But, I expect you'd have a relapse of illness." "I suppose that the only way to know for sure is to try it?" You sigh. He hums in acknowledgement. "I was able to identify the curse's magic as opposed to the magic that's collected inside your body. It makes me hopeful that I can figure out how to extract it specifically." That makes you hopeful. Perhaps you'll see the end of this yet. Though you're curious what Aster wants or needs that power for… "I…I did find something else." Aster sits up and looks at you in an uncharacteristically soft way. You're unsure how to feel about such a look on him. "What is it? Is it bad?" He shakes his head. "There were fragments of something else, tiny traces of what I could only describe as a magical seal." He drums his fingers against his knees. "It was in direct opposition with the curse magic; I think it was, at least for a time, protecting you from it." Your heart drops into your stomach. You're speechless. "The power needed for something like that…is incredible, $mc." All you can do is stare at him. "Someone cared very much to protect you. I imagine that it only shattered recently, on your birthday, too weak to contain the curse any longer." Does this mean your mother knew you would be cursed – //were// already cursed? Was she? Visions of the nightmare you had days ago play in your head. The image of your mother corrupted by your mind sends a shiver up your back. That wasn't her, though; your mother tried to help you. Aster shifts. "I know that's a lot to think about, but let's continue. If you'd be so kind as to grab the ring on the desk and sit with me, we can start." [[You grab the pouch which contains the ring, even if it makes your skin crawl.|6.A4]]

You don't even get a chance to reply before he begins encroaching on your space. For a moment, you are frozen with uncertainty. <<if $height is 'verytall'>>Though he is barely taller than you, he feels so much more imposing.<<elseif $height is 'tall'>>Though you're tall, he still looks down on you, making you feel small for once.<<elseif $height is 'average'>>He looms over you, tall and imposing, making you feel small.<<else>>He completely towers over you, imposing, making you feel tiny and helpless.<</if>> You begin to move away unconsciously. This only makes Aster grin and continue his approach as he slowly chases you away from the bed to the furthest wall of the room. As your back hits and you realize that there's nowhere left to go, you freeze again. You stare up at him as you realize that you have just trapped yourself far from the door. He throws his hand against the wall, and you flinch at the resounding thud. Aster's grin is wide, like a fox who just found the door to the chicken coop was left open. Leaning over you, his eyes narrow. "Lift your clothes for me, Pet." You swallow and obediently do as he says, adjusting your clothing so that the mark is revealed to him. Your hands are shaking, but there's an excited stirring within your gut. <<if $Atouch is "yes">>Aster slowly brings his hands toward your stomach. You feel the tips of his fingers touch first before he slides them out over your skin gently. He stares into your eyes and then glides his hand down the mark and then back up. He finally glances down, tracing the patterns of the mark with just his fingertips with a slow reverence. "Lovely…" he says. "If it didn't cause you such torment, I would say that it somehow suits you." You swallow hard, unable to speak. "The sketch Rune showed me is nothing compared to the real thing. And you said that it has spread?" You nod. He hums. "The mark expands in correlation to the power it takes..." His fingers continue to trace it, almost tickling your skin. Aster leans in closer, nearly flush with you, as he places his whole hand against the mark again. "This won't hurt, but you'll feel my magic inside of you. It may even feel…nice." You glare up at him, unimpressed. You feel a tingle emanate from his fingers. "That little pout you do is cute. Of course…" Aster moves his lips to your ear. "So is the fear in your eyes," he whispers. You try to shake your head to deny it, but you can't. His scent invades your nose again, the same scent that was on his bed. It covers you on the outside as his magic invades you on the inside. It's a warm sensation, like sunlight on a cold day. It feels cozy, the opposite of how Aster's imposing figure makes you feel. He presses in closer, his hand more firm against the mark, but he stays braced against the wall to keep from putting his weight on you. You can feel his breath against your neck, so you turn your head the other way. It gives you the sensation of a predator at your throat, waiting to sink its teeth in at the right moment. There's nothing but torturous conflict in your heart – the sensation to run away mixed with the compulsion to pull him flush against you and hope for his lips against your neck. What has gotten into you?<<else>>Aster slowly brings his hands toward your stomach. You feel the heat from his hand against your stomach as he hovers it close. He stares into your eyes as he moves his hand down and then back up, the heat traveling with it. He finally glances down, tracing the patterns of the mark with his eyes with a slow reverence. "Lovely…" he says. "If it didn't cause you such torment, I would say that it somehow suits you." You swallow hard, unable to speak. "The sketch Rune showed me is nothing compared to the real thing. And you said that it has spread?" You nod. He hums. "The mark expands in correlation to the power it takes..." Aster leans in closer, holding his hand above the mark. "This won't hurt, but you'll feel my magic inside of you. I apologize if that sort of touch distresses you, but I hope it at least feels nice." You glare up at him, unimpressed. You feel a tingle emanate and flutter across your skin. "That little pout you do is cute. Of course…" Aster moves his lips close to your ear. "So is the fear in your eyes," he whispers. You try to shake your head to deny it, but you can't. His scent invades your nose again, the same scent that was on his bed. It covers you on the outside as his magic invades you on the inside. It's a warm sensation, like sunlight on a cold day. It feels cozy, the opposite of how Aster's imposing figure makes you feel. He stays braced against the wall to keep from putting his weight on you, but you can feel his breath against your neck. It gives you the sensation of a predator at your throat, waiting to sink its teeth in at the right moment. There's nothing but torturous conflict in your heart – the sensation to run away mixed with the compulsion to pull him closer and hope for his lips to spill little declarations of affection. What has gotten into you?<</if>> "Magnificent," he murmurs lowly. "The current of power within you is immense…it's deep and varied." You match his low tone. "What does that mean?" "I think it has been with you a very long time, probably since you first fell ill. Odd that the mark has only just appeared if that's the case. Please bear with me for a moment, this may feel odd or uncomfortable, but I need to probe deeper." You shiver. He chuckles. The feeling of his magic evolves. It makes you gasp and throw your head against the wall in shock. It's uncomfortable and overwhelms all your senses at once. It feels like being underwater and suddenly realizing you need to come up for air. But you can still breathe, which is almost worse because there's no relief to ease the sensation. Aster's breath stammers, and his knees buckle for a moment. "It fights back…" he mumbles. "Try to relax, $mc, help me in." You force yourself to breathe out and make the muscles in your abdomen unclench, and your shoulders drop despite the overwhelming sensations. "Good, like that…that's it. A bit more." As you continue to focus, the feeling changes again, and you sense the pressure relax. It still feels odd, like something is crawling around under your skin. Aster suddenly breaks away with a hiss and stumbles backward before dropping to one knee. He takes deep breaths before getting back up. He fusses with his clothing and hair, trying to appear unruffled. "Are you okay?" you ask, leery of reaching out to him. He nods. "Yes, it was just a lot for the senses, I'm sure you can relate. I also had to keep your curse from trying to siphon off my magic. Tricky thing." Aster shuffles toward his bed and plops down. You move to the desk chair. "Did you find anything?" "I did…a few things. First off, I do believe Rune is correct to think that you could learn to harness this power and use it." You sit back in shock. "Really? I could be a mage?" "Essentially, however, do not get too excited about that…I won't recommend that you do." "Why?" You can't help the sting of disappointment. "This curse, the magic in it is…how do I explain?" Aster flops back on his bed and begins to talk more with his hands in wild gestures. "Think of it like a bag, perhaps made of a thick linen or burlap. The bag sucks things into it until it is full and then it stops. However, it doesn't stop completely – it waits. It waits until the fabric and seams have adapted to the pressure of fullness, and then it sucks in more. The threads grow tight once more, but the bag continues to stretch and expand. The process repeats. My theory is that if you use this well of magic, you'll experience backlash." You lean back and cross your legs at the ankles. "So I'm pulling from the bag and then the bag…fights back?" Aster's arms go in the air again. "In essence. You create slack in the bag, and it seeks to remedy that. I don't know how quickly, perhaps it could be immediate, or it would wait a while. But, I expect you'd have a relapse of illness." "I suppose that the only way to know for sure is to try it?" You sigh. He hums in acknowledgement. "I was able to identify the curse's magic as opposed to the magic that's collected inside your body. It makes me hopeful that I can figure out how to extract it specifically." That makes you hopeful. Perhaps you'll see the end of this yet. Though you're curious what Aster wants or needs that power for… "I…I did find something else." Aster sits up and looks at you in an uncharacteristically soft way. You're unsure how to feel about such a look on him. "What is it? Is it bad?" He shakes his head. "There were fragments of something else, tiny traces of what I could only describe as a magical seal." He drums his fingers against his knees. "It was in direct opposition with the curse magic; I think it was, at least for a time, protecting you from it." Your heart drops into your stomach. You're speechless. "The power needed for something like that…is incredible, $mc." All you can do is stare at him. "Someone cared very much to protect you. I imagine that it only shattered recently, on your birthday, too weak to contain the curse any longer." Does this mean your mother knew you would be cursed – //were// already cursed? Was she? Visions of the nightmare you had days ago play in your head. The image of your mother corrupted by your mind sends a shiver up your back. That wasn't her, though; your mother tried to help you. Aster shifts. "I know that's a lot to think about, but let's continue. If you'd be so kind as to grab the ring on the desk and sit with me, we can start." [[You grab the pouch which contains the ring, even if it makes your skin crawl.|6.A4]]

He approaches you with his hand outstretched toward the far wall. <<if $height is 'verytall'>>Though he is barely taller than you, he feels a bit imposing.<<elseif $height is 'tall'>>Though you're tall, he still looks down on you, making you feel small for once.<<elseif $height is 'average'>>He looms over you, tall and imposing, making you feel small.<<else>>He completely towers over you, imposing, making you feel tiny.<</if>> "I'll ask that you support yourself in case this is taxing for you. The wall will be less awkward than the bed and I'd rather not throw my back out by stooping," he says.<<if $height is 'short'>> "Stooping //even// more, that is," he adds with a smirk.<</if>> <<if $height is 'short'>>You roll your eyes as you make for the wall.<<else>>You snicker as you head for the wall.<</if>> The look on his face says he's enjoying this. "You poor soul, being so terribly tall," you grouse as you rest your back as requested. He folds his arms. "Feel free to gawk with jealousy while I work. Now, raise your shirt for me – apologies if this is awkward. I'll not be ogling you, if it helps; this is strictly business." You aquiesse and adjust your clothing, but you do not deign to respond to his bait. <<if $Atouch is "yes">>Aster brings his hand toward your stomach. You feel the tips of his fingers touch first before he slides them out over your skin gently. He glances down, studying the mark for a moment. "It's a shame that it causes you such torment, I would say that it somehow suits you otherwise. It's oddly warm as well..." You nod. "It usually emits some sort of heat. It…felt like being branded from the inside when it appeared." His face scrunches up. "That is atrocious. It looks every bit like a tattoo though. You mentioned that it's spreading?" "Yes," you say. He hums. "The mark expands in correlation to the power it takes…Is it painful when it spreads?" Shaking your head, you answer, "No. In fact, I didn't know until I saw it in the mirror. I never felt a thing." He continues to trace the mark and also lightly touches where it has expanded. "It's warm here too…Let's begin; this won't hurt, but you'll feel my magic inside of you." "Alright, I'm ready." You feel a tingle across your skin as his fingers graze you. "Thank you for allowing me to research your curse. I realize that I can benefit you, but you are indeed a curiosity. One of the most intriguing I have found…" "And you may be one of the more intriguing scholars I have met." He snorts with a laugh. His magic leaves a warm sensation, like sunlight on a cold day. It feels cozy, and is unexpected coming from him. Aster braces against the wall and his brow furrows in concentration.<<else>>Aster brings his hand toward your stomach. You feel the heat from his hand against your stomach as he hovers it close. He glances down, studying the mark for a moment. "It's a shame that it causes you such torment, I would say that it somehow suits you otherwise. It's oddly warm as well..." You nod. "It usually emits some sort of heat. It…felt like being branded from the inside when it appeared." His face scrunches up. "That is atrocious. It looks every bit like a tattoo though. You mentioned that it's spreading?" "Yes," you say. He hums. "The mark expands in correlation to the power it takes…Is it painful when it spreads?" Shaking your head, you answer, "No. In fact, I didn't know until I saw it in the mirror. I never felt a thing." He continues to examine the mark and also hovers his hand where it has expanded. "It's warm here too…Let's begin; this won't hurt, but you'll feel my magic inside of you." "Alright, I'm ready." You feel a tingle emanate and flutter across your skin. "Thank you for allowing me to research your curse. I realize that I can benefit you, but you are indeed a curiosity. One of the most intriguing I have found…" "And you may be one of the more intriguing scholars I have met." He snorts with a laugh. His magic leaves a warm sensation, like sunlight on a cold day. It feels cozy, and is unexpected coming from him. Aster braces against the wall and his brow furrows in concentration.<</if>> "Magnificent," he murmurs lowly. "The current of power within you is immense…it's deep and varied." You match his low tone. "What does that mean?" "I think it has been with you a very long time, probably since you first fell ill. Odd that the mark has only just appeared if that's the case. Please bear with me for a moment, this may feel odd or uncomfortable, but I need to probe deeper." You shiver. He chuckles. The feeling of his magic evolves. It makes you gasp and throw your head against the wall in shock. It's uncomfortable and overwhelms all your senses at once. It feels like being underwater and suddenly realizing you need to come up for air. But you can still breathe, which is almost worse because there's no relief to ease the sensation. Aster's breath stammers, and his knees buckle for a moment. "It fights back…" he mumbles. "Try to relax, $mc, help me in." You force yourself to breathe out and make the muscles in your abdomen unclench, and your shoulders drop despite the overwhelming sensations. "Good, like that…that's it. A bit more." As you continue to focus, the feeling changes again, and you sense the pressure relax. It still feels odd, like something is crawling around under your skin. Aster suddenly breaks away with a hiss and stumbles backward before dropping to one knee. He takes deep breaths before getting back up. He fusses with his clothing and hair, trying to appear unruffled. "Are you okay?" you ask, leery of reaching out to him. He nods. "Yes, it was just a lot for the senses, I'm sure you can relate. I also had to keep your curse from trying to siphon off my magic. Tricky thing." Aster shuffles toward his bed and plops down. You move to the desk chair. "Did you find anything?" "I did…a few things. First off, I do believe Rune is correct to think that you could learn to harness this power and use it." You sit back in shock. "Really? I could be a mage?" "Essentially, however, do not get too excited about that…I won't recommend that you do." "Why?" You can't help the sting of disappointment. "This curse, the magic in it is…how do I explain?" Aster flops back on his bed and begins to talk more with his hands in wild gestures. "Think of it like a bag, perhaps made of a thick linen or burlap. The bag sucks things into it until it is full and then it stops. However, it doesn't stop completely – it waits. It waits until the fabric and seams have adapted to the pressure of fullness, and then it sucks in more. The threads grow tight once more, but the bag continues to stretch and expand. The process repeats. My theory is that if you use this well of magic, you'll experience backlash." You lean back and cross your legs at the ankles. "So I'm pulling from the bag and then the bag…fights back?" Aster's arms go in the air again. "In essence. You create slack in the bag, and it seeks to remedy that. I don't know how quickly, perhaps it could be immediate, or it would wait a while. But, I expect you'd have a relapse of illness." "I suppose that the only way to know for sure is to try it?" You sigh. He hums in acknowledgement. "I was able to identify the curse's magic as opposed to the magic that's collected inside your body. It makes me hopeful that I can figure out how to extract it specifically." That makes you hopeful. Perhaps you'll see the end of this yet. Though you're curious what Aster wants or needs that power for… "I…I did find something else." Aster sits up and looks at you in an uncharacteristically soft way. You're unsure how to feel about such a look on him. "What is it? Is it bad?" He shakes his head. "There were fragments of something else, tiny traces of what I could only describe as a magical seal." He drums his fingers against his knees. "It was in direct opposition with the curse magic; I think it was, at least for a time, protecting you from it." Your heart drops into your stomach. You're speechless. "The power needed for something like that…is incredible, $mc." All you can do is stare at him. "Someone cared very much to protect you. I imagine that it only shattered recently, on your birthday, too weak to contain the curse any longer." Does this mean your mother knew you would be cursed – //were// already cursed? Was she? Visions of the nightmare you had days ago play in your head. The image of your mother corrupted by your mind sends a shiver up your back. That wasn't her, though; your mother tried to help you. Aster shifts. "I know that's a lot to think about, but let's continue. If you'd be so kind as to grab the ring on the desk and sit with me, we can start." [[You grab the pouch which contains the ring, even if it makes your skin crawl.|6.A4]]

You sit on the bed and hand him the pouch. He looks nervous – as nervous as he can possibly let on, at least considering the enormous well of pride he carries. He clears his throat as if preparing for a speech. "Please tell me right away if you experience significant discomfort. I expect you will have some, but please bear with it to a point." "How are you going to do this without taking the ring out?" you ask, a little concerned about what Aster wants you to try and endure. "Simple." He grins. "I just won't take it out of the bag." He makes a show of wiggling two fingers into the pouch. You narrow your eyes. Aster turns in place and holds out his free hand. "If you would…" You adjust your clothing again. "Apologies for the awkwardness, again, but it's best for me to be as close as possible to the source." He places his hand above your navel and then closes his eyes. You watch as he fidgets with the pouch in his other hand, fingers wiggling around inside. As you consider the position, it is…incredibly odd. You try not to think of it and just keep your clothing out of the way. The hand on your stomach clenches, and Aster pitches forward, releasing a strained grunt. He steadies his breathing, pursing his lips. You don't miss the way his brow pinches and his jaw clenches. You feel nothing so far. Aster shakes his head. "Oh…I don't like this." "Are you okay?" you ask quietly, fearing you'll break his focus, but still concerned. "It feels awful; I can't describe it. I can endure for now. I'll try to use it now." You brace yourself. Aster hisses through his teeth, clutching the hand holding the bag to his chest. His other arm begins to quiver as if the muscles are exhausted. You're about to ask again if he's okay when you begin to feel it. There's a pull on you. It's gradual, and you feel it all over, as if a heavy blanket covered you and was being dragged away. Just as you think the discomfort can be dealt with, your muscles go slack and you slump to the side, falling against Aster and then sliding to the bed. Your legs and hands twitch, and all you can do is stare up at Aster's face and hope he opens his eyes. Perspiration dots his forehead, and you note a stream of tears from the corners of both eyes. The hand that clutches the bag is curled tightly. You feel something moving within you. There's the warmth of Aster's magic, but something else, something heavy and slow and suffocating. It's similar to when you were shown the ring for the first time, but this time you don't feel like you're dying. Aster's breathing gets harder. You're not in pain even if your movements are muted, but he's clearly experiencing something difficult. He grunts, and you note how his chin begins to quiver and his skin begins to flush. You really don't think he should continue; he looks like he's suffering. Red trickles from his nose, soaking into his mustache and then spreading to the rest of his beard. You will your arm to move; it feels heavy and weak. Your hand shakes feebly as you reach for the bag. With great focus, you clamp it over his, squeeze, and pull to slip the bag away from his fingers. Aster won't let go and shakes his head, trying to say something that just sounds like a whimper. So you redouble your effort, ripping the bag out of his grasp. Everything releases like a breath. Aster kicks back and then slides to the floor. Control returns to all your muscles, and the strange feeling snaps away immediately. [[You sit up.|6.A5]]

The first thing you do is make sure the pouch is tied closed again, and then you check on Aster. Other than tiredness, you don't feel bad, but he looks ill. He breathes heavily as if he were just running. In such a short time, he has sweated so much that his hair is a bit damp. Blood still trickles from his nose. To your shock, the two fingers that had held the ring are blackened, as if frostbitten. You get up and kneel beside him. "Aster, your fingers. <<if $interest is 'healin'>>I don't have my supplies with me, but I'll get some things from downstairs and take a look.<<else>>I'll take you to Emre; he will get these patched up.<</if>> We must hurry so you don't lose them." He shakes his head. "It will heal," he rasps as he holds his sleeve to his nose. "Did you know that would happen?" Aster nods. "I've played with it a couple of times. My own magic will help the skin to recover. At least I think." "You //think//?" "I've never held it for that long before…" He looks at you with bloodshot eyes. <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>You shake your head. "Aster, that could have really hurt you. What if you do lose those fingers?"<<else>>You sigh. "You idiot. You'll run out of fingers at this rate."<</if>> "I think I've learned something at least." He smirks, looking smug despite how haggard he is. "Not to brag…well, actually, yes – to brag – I think I'm on the right track." "Those don't look like the fingers of someone with bragging rights," you snark. "It's a sign of progress. We may need to try this again, but I really do believe that I'll be able to take your curse, $mc." He grins at you tiredly. "First, however, I'd like a nap." You surrender any argument and help him to his feet and back onto the bed. You grab him a towel and some water to clean up the blood and sweat from his face. Not that you enjoy seeing another suffer, but it is nice for once that you aren't on the receiving end of it. "I will go and let you rest as long as you are certain that you are fine," you say. Aster nods, but looks like he wants to say something. Odd for him to hesitate when he usually runs his mouth so freely. "What is it?" you venture. He looks a bit surprised at your question, but doesn't deny anything. He scratches his beard, his eyes shifting as if he is thinking hard about something. "Just…" he begins and then stops to think again for a moment. "A word of caution." <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"Of course, speak your mind." You nod at him to continue.<<else>>"Story of my life, Scholar; let's hear it." You tilt your head and wait.<</if>> "I'm sure you've heard a bit about magic from Lyreheart already. And I overheard Oswin's sisters speaking to you about it as well that first night. I want to caution you that magic is as ugly as it is beautiful. As helpful as it is harmful." "I think of all people, I can already attest to that," you muse. He nods. "I mean no insult, but you'll want to take note of your own effect on others." You narrow your eyes. "Meaning?" "Magic draws. It has an influence on the world around us – good and bad. Magic is seductive, <<if $Astat is 'romantic'>>Pet<<elseif $Astat is 'conflicted'>>Pet<<else>>$mc<</if>>, even passively. I only say this so that you'll use good judgment, but the magic within you is potent and though you may not intend to do so, it influences those around you." "What do you mean?" "Have you noticed the influence that Lyreheart carries just by walking into a room? Now, $Rheshe is lovely, no one is blind to that, but $Rheshe is steeped in magical influence. It sways hearts and minds without $Rhimher even needing to try." Your heart sinks. Aster gives you a pitying look that makes you grind your teeth. "I think you have the same draw. Have you ever noticed that people or even animals tend to follow in your wake?" "Are you saying the only reason that my family and friends…are you saying it's because of the magic and not…" The question dies on your tongue. He shrugs. "The power isn't so influential that people have no free will; I'm saying that it has a passive influence. It makes people notice you more. <<if $Astat is 'romantic'>>It even makes //me// notice you more.<<elseif $Astat is 'conflicted'>>It even makes //me// notice you more.<<else>>I've seen it.<</if>> It's a beacon that no one can necessarily see." "Do you think it's the only reason Zahn, Duri, or Rune are trying to help me?" Aster sighs. "I can't tell you that. It's… Admittedly, I'm no better, but I already told you that I need something from you. I'm aware of my //investment// in you, but I can't say the same for the others. This is why I caution you to know your friends. Not even your faithful little dog will be above possible influence." You know he means Oswin, but you almost want to make a joke about Duri and $wolf. "Are you speaking from experience by chance?" He's quiet and looks away from you. "I think I'll have that nap now, $mc…" You nod. "Sleep well." <<if $Astat is 'romantic'>>Aster turns and gives you a small smile, one with surprising softness in it.<<elseif $Astat is 'conflicted'>>Aster turns and gives you a small smile, one with surprising softness in it.<<else>>Aster doesn't look at you as you leave.<</if>> [[You return home with a heavy mind.|6.38]]

Thankfully, once you are home, you have a distraction. You're called into the den where Rune is looking over your da's leg while Papa looms close by. It's clear to everyone that Papa is nervous. He looks at you with relief when you come in. "What are you up to?" you ask just to break the tension. Rune looks up from $Rhisher position on the floor. "I am…//attempting// to get a good sense of the condition of your father's leg to see if I can still assist the healing." Papa shifts and then looks away with a guilty expression. Da chuckles. "We just started, but your papa is having a hard time when your friend's hands glow." You nod. "Papa, since it makes you nervous, how about I watch and you-" "I'll sharpen my axe," he says. Rune tries to hide a smile. You give your Papa a pat on the back as he walks from the room. A moment later, you hear the front door open and close. "Thank you, $mc," Rune says. "I tried to explain how it all works, but he wasn't quite willing to accept it even with Kip's approval." Your da sighs. "You can thank his mother for that. She did not like anything magic where humans were concerned. It was a very firm and long-held belief of their people." "The Irodian Nomads?" Rune asks as $Rheshe carefully places both hands around your father's broken leg. Da nods. "Yes, they were closest with the gods since the beginning, and her family held very tightly to those beliefs. Dov has difficulty seeing powerful mages that go //unchecked// by the gods – his words, of course." You think about what Aster said – how you may be able to use magic, but at a cost. Would that change Papa's feelings? Rune hums in acknowledgement. "I'll begin now. You may feel a tingle or even nothing at all. I will probe slowly to see what can be mended." "Da?" you start. "With how Ansar was with you, how come you don't feel the same about mages?" He shrugs. "Ansar and I used to be good friends – many years ago. I've known other mages here and there, and they never gave me any reason to doubt that just because they had power that they needed it to be //checked//." Rune looks up at him and then at you. "I've been told that you dislike gods…" You know that Rune must be thinking of Casimir. Da nods. He looks to you, though Rune prompted the subject. "I…had a difficult upbringing. My mother taught me about them when I would listen… I suppose in the end I just found them to be more empty promises in the world." Your father has a watery look in his eyes, but his expression is that of stone. The mage sighs and nods. "I can understand the sentiment. If the gods could ever come back…how would either of you feel about it?" Rune touches one hand to the tattoo on $Rhisher chest. You know how Rune feels about Casimir, you have no doubt that $Rheshe would want to see her in power again, trust her to rule over humans once more. Your da, of course, shakes his head. "They had their time and gave up. Who's to say they wouldn't again?" You hum in thought as you think of how to word your opinion. <<if $godopinion is 'in favor'>>"I think that if they had another chance, maybe they'd do better. They'd have learned from what went wrong and could prevent it from happening again," you state.<<elseif $godopinion is 'against'>>"I agree with my da, it went poorly the first time and I don't think I'd trust them to get it right a second."<<elseif $godopinion is 'neutral'>>You shrug. "It's hard to tell. I'm not really sure how I feel about it."<<elseif $godopinion is 'realistic'>>"It could go either way. There are positives and negatives to either side. It's a boon for some and a detriment to others. There's no clear right or wrong answer."<</if>> Da and Rune both quietly think on your words for a moment. Your da smiles. "I am glad that we still have mages like your friend here to look after old men who stupidly break their legs twice. That's all I need." You roll your eyes. "Don't tell Papa." Rune continues to focus and, after several minutes, leans back. "I do believe I can help your recovery. It is…it's healing well, thankfully, but I am pretty sure you may end up with a limp and some lingering aches. I can speed things along and help mitigate some of the resulting issues. If you and your husband would be agreeable, I'd like to treat you a little each day. We can start tonight, I just need to be close to you or touch you, and you will want to eat an extra meal or two every day to help accommodate the process." "Oh," your da chirps. "You mean I get to eat more? Sign me up, I'll make sure Dov sulks elsewhere while you work." Rune breaks into a big smile. <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"I adore how different you and your $sondtrchild can be."<<else>>"I adore how much your $sondtrchild takes after you."<</if>> Da smiles at you. "I wouldn't have $himher any other way." [[While Rune works on your father's leg, you take the time to prepare him some food and tea.|6.39]]

Your da snacks happily while Rune uses $Rhisher magic on his leg, and you keep them company. "Oh, $mc, I hope you don't mind, but I'll be stealing your parents away for a nice long evening tomorrow night." "Really? Dare I ask what for?" you ask. Da smiles. "It's been a long time since your father and I have had a night out. We hadn't even realized it. We've been so tied up with everything…<<if $Dlosev is true>>Duri actually recommended that we do something. Sweet kid said $Dheshe'd noticed that your papa was tense and we deserved some time out of the house." "And then $Dheshe came to me and said that I should play at the tavern," Rune adds. "That little pest can be oddly perceptive at times. I've missed performing, and I think your parents would enjoy some music too. So the tavern is hosting a large feast. The whole town can come, of course, including you." You swallow as you remember Duri's words to '//handle//' things. You've no doubt that Duri orchestrated this just so you could have sex without any restraints on your time together. You clear your throat before you respond. "That's great, perhaps I'll pop by to listen for a bit, but I don't want to disturb my parents on their night together." Your da smirks. "Don't wait up for us, Sprout."<<else>>When Rune said that $Rheshe would be playing at the tavern, we immediately knew that would be just what we needed." Rune adds, "Anyone can come, of course. The tavern is having a feast prepared, and the cost is quite reasonable. I can assure that your fee would be paid as well." Da shakes his head. "You already covered me and Dov…" "It's the least I could do. You've been generous in housing and feeding us and asking so little in return." Rune looks at you with a fond smile and a shake of $Rhisher head. "I'll consider it," you say.<</if>> You bid your father and the mage goodbye, only for Rune to stop you before you leave. $Rcapitalheshe invites you to spend the next morning with $Rhimher to practice using magic… <<if $roomie is 'Rune'>>[[There's a cautious excitement in your heart as you head to your room.|6.40R]]<<else>>[[There's a cautious excitement in your heart as you head to your room.|6.40]]<</if>>

<<if $roomie is 'Zahn'>>You wake up the next morning in a haze. Your eyes are still heavy with sleep, but your brain is telling you to get up. The previous day passed you by so quickly that the evening was a blur before you went to bed early. Thankfully, no nightmares were there to greet you. You suddenly realize that Zahn's big blue eyes are staring at you. $Zcapitalheshe didn't get to see you before you fell asleep early, and the smile $Zheshe is giving you tells you that you'll be making up for that this morning. The pilgrim wears only $Zhisher thin night clothes still. "Hey, $mc, it's morning," Zahn says. You chuckle. "Yeah…I guess it is." "Did you sleep okay?" You can tell by $Zhisher tone that $Zheshe is really subtly asking if you had more nightmares. "I slept well. I was very tired so I fell asleep early." Zahn nods and gives a relieved breath. "I've been up for a bit, but it's early. Um…" $Zcapitalheshe bites $Zhisher lip, cheeks going a bit pink. "What?" you prompt. "I sort of wanted to wake you up – well, I had an idea on waking you up. But I didn't do it, obviously, it was just a thought." You begin to question just how awake you are. Your face must look as confused as you feel, since Zahn elaborates. "I wasn't sure if you'd like to be woken up with //touching// or not, but I'm…in the mood and we haven't talked about that before." Your eyes go wide. "Oh. So, you've been waiting for me to get up to ask if we can…" "Fool around, yeah. Just a bit. Rune told me last night that you have stuff to do. So like, just quick stuff?" $flirt_label $flirt_label [[You agree.|6.40Za]] [[You decline.|6.40Zb]]<<elseif $roomie is 'Duri'>>You wake up the next morning in a haze. Your eyes are still heavy with sleep, but your brain is telling you to get up. The previous day passed you by so quickly that the evening was a blur before you went to bed early. Thankfully, no nightmares were there to greet you. Suddenly, you realize there's a weight draped across your legs. You shift as wakefulness comes to you. And then you smell something…//foul//. You sit up to find Duri sound asleep on your legs, atop the bedding, half-shifted and fully nude. There's a thump-thump-thump as you look over and see $wolf on the other side of the bed wagging her tail. She's //filthy//, covered in mud, muck, and only the gods know what else. You cover your nose, but $wolf doesn't seem to take offense; she just looks happy to be there. "Duri," you say. "Duri, wake up. Why is $wolf in my room and covered in mud?" The demigod groans but doesn't wake. You shift and kick your legs a bit to jostle $Dhimher around. "''Duri''," you insist. $Dcapitalheshe finally stirs and lifts $Dhisher head to you with a drawn-out yawn. "$mc? What are you doing here?" You snort. "You're in my room, you oaf. And so is $wolf. Did you bring her in here covered in filth?" Duri wrinkles $Dhisher nose. "Don't worry, I brought her through the window. Is that smell coming from her?" You look at your completely soiled bed linens and sigh. "Yes, it is. What is she covered in?" "We found a pond last night…she may have rolled in some dead fish or something." You try not to gag. "//Why// did you think it was a good idea to not only bring her in the house like that but let her get on my bed?" Duri snuggles against your legs again. "She wanted to see you. That's all that was going on in that little head of hers was your image and smell." That gives you pause. "That's…that's really cute." "Right?" The wolf in question beats her tail against the bed, watching you with soft eyes. "If my da sees this, he's going to skin me and then you, //Duri'naan//. No matter how sweet that is." All of Duri's limbs go out and in a big stretch. "Even using my full name, Lambchop? I must be in trouble." $Dcapitalhisher tail wags as well. "I promise, while you're out with Runey, I will clean your bedding and give $wolf a bath." The she-wolf grunts. "Thank you. If Da catches that smell, though, I am definitely ratting you out." Duri grins at you with fangs on display. "Your papa will save me. He loves me and $wolf." "That's…probably true. Either way, don't wait too long. I need to get ready to meet Rune." "Can't I sleep a bit longer? I went to bed late." Duri pouts at you, making a show of snuggling against your legs. $Dcapitalhisher wolf ears twitch. "You can take a nap after. You're already awake, and I need my legs back, so you may as well get up for a bit." Duri grumbles and then makes a show of trying to bite your leg through the bedding. You wack $Dhimher with a pillow and then make your escape when $Dheshe dodges your second strike. The demigod lies on $Dhisher back with $Dhisher head hanging off the end of the bed to watch as you get ready for the day. You try not to stare at how utterly beautiful $Dhisher body is stretched out like that. As you head downstairs to grab something to eat, you remind Duri to clean the tub after bathing $wolf. Surprisingly, $Dheshe agrees without a fuss. You meet your papa downstairs and have some breakfast with him. [[With a bit of time to kill, you hang out with him while Da sleeps in before it's time to go find Rune.|6.Rune]]<<else>>You wake up the next morning in a haze. Your eyes are still heavy with sleep, but your brain is telling you to get up. The previous day passed you by so quickly that the evening was a blur before you went to bed early. Thankfully, no nightmares were there to greet you. You stretch out as sunlight hits your face, enjoying your whole bed<<if $roomie is 'Oswin'>>, though you can't help but remember what it was like waking up next to Oswin the other night. Even if you slept fine, there's no denying that you long for his presence<</if>>. As you look outside, you think you've got some time to linger before you must go find Rune. Taking your time, you get ready for the day before heading downstairs, where your papa awaits with a simple breakfast spread. You eat and talk together for a while as your da sleeps in. [[Before you know it, it's time to go find Rune.|6.Rune]] <</if>>

You wake up the next morning in a haze. Your eyes are still heavy with sleep, but your brain is telling you to get up. The previous day passed you by so quickly that the evening was a blur before you went to bed early. Thankfully, no nightmares were there to greet you. As you roll over, you find Rune sound asleep beside you. $Rcapitalheshe was obviously very tired as well, but you were asleep before $Rheshe came to bed. You admire how $Rheshe looks a bit inelegant at the moment with $Rhisher silk bonnet askew, one arm hanging off the bed, and the other posed above $Rhisher head. <<if $Rstat is 'friends'>>Rune has been a good friend to you. $Rcapitalheshe has been easy-going and kind, inserting $Rhimselfherself into your life so easily, it's as if $Rheshe has always known you. Though you do wish $Rheshe would talk more about $Rhimselfherself.<<elseif $Rstat is 'romantic'>>Rune has been good to you. $Rcapitalheshe has been easy-going and kind, it's as though $Rheshe has always known you. Though you do wish $Rheshe would talk more about $Rhimselfherself. Rune seems like $Rheshe is open, but the longer you've been around $Rhimher, the more you realize that there are things $Rheshe avoids revealing. Everyone has secrets, so you respect $Rhisher privacy, but you can't help but be curious and a little concerned.<<else>>Rune has been very friendly with you and makes a clear effort to get to know you better every day. $Rcapitalheshe asks you a lot about your childhood and tries to get to know your parents as well.<</if>> You look forward to spending more one-on-one time together today. Since you returned home, your only private time has been before bed or in the mornings. It's been nice and even easy sharing a space like this. Even though Rune is obviously accustomed to luxury, $Rheshe doesn't complain and easily goes with the flow. Just as your mind is being filled with thoughts of the mage, $Rhisher eyes crack open. The purple orbs focus on you, and then you get a sleepy smile from $Rhisher lips. A fun aspect of rooming with Rune is that you've learned that $Rheshe is //not// a morning person. $Rcapitalheshe is groggy when waking and likes to take $Rhisher time with a long morning routine. You smile back… [[And scoop the sleepy mage into your arms.|6.40Ra]] [[And wish the sleepy mage a good morning.|6.40Rb]]

You scoot closer and then reach over to gently put your arm around Rune. $Rcapitalheshe rolls right into your arms, wrapping an arm around you in turn. Another cute thing you've found is that the sleepier the mage – the more cuddly. Rune has fewer inhibitions when sleepy than at any other moment – even after several glasses of wine. How easily $Rheshe becomes affectionate, surprised you. It began with you accidentally holding Rune as you slept one night, but $Rheshe assured you it was okay. In a very "Rune" way, $Rheshe simply said that physical touch is important for fulfillment in some people, and $Rheshe had no qualms with helping fulfill your needs. Even if $Rheshe seemed like $Rheshe was simply providing a service to a friend, each time you did this, Rune seemed more and more keen to fall into your arms or pull you into $Rhishers. "Good morning," Rune mumbles. "Good morning," you return. "Did you sleep okay?" "You smell good," $Rheshe replies, almost slurring the words as $Rheshe presses harder into you. You snort. "Thank you, but that doesn't answer my question." Rune leans back so $Rheshe can see your face. "What question?" Reaching up, you adjust $Rhisher bonnet. "I think I got my answer, so never mind." Rune hums and then snuggles back into you. You let $Rhimher rest there for a while, but nudge $Rhimher awake again after a time so you can both get ready for the day. There's a unique type of joy in watching Rune get ready for the day. $Rcapitalheshe is methodical, each step is measured and practiced and done with a sort of elegance, no matter how mundane. You particularly like to watch Rune fix $Rhisher hair, gently removing the bonnet and fussing with the unruly mane of curls. Using oils and tinctures to expertly tame them. Each purple strand is styled just so until Rune is satisfied. It's almost…entrancing to watch. As you get similarly distracted with your own preparation, you find purple eyes watching you – it seems you are not the only one entranced. Once prepped, Rune tells you $Rheshe has an errand to run and then asks that you meet $Rhimher at the far end of your family's homestead, where there is a clearing that's out of the way. It seems $Rheshe must have scouted for a good place to teach you. [[You spend some time with Papa while Da sleeps in until it's time to go.|6.Rune]]

You smile and almost laugh. "Good morning, Rune." "Good morning," Rune mumbles. "Did you sleep well?" you ask as $Rhisher eyes begin to shut again. $Rcapitalheshe squints at you for a moment. "You smell good," $Rheshe finally says, almost slurring the words before snuggling back into $Rhisher pillow. You snort. "Thank you, but that doesn't answer my question." Rune rolls back so $Rheshe can see your face. "What question?" Reaching over, you straighten $Rhisher bonnet. "I think I got my answer, so never mind." Rune hums and then plops back into the pillow. You let $Rhimher rest there for a while, but nudge $Rhimher awake again after a time so you can both get ready for the day. There's a unique type of joy in watching Rune get ready for the day. $Rcapitalheshe is methodical, each step is measured and practiced and done with a sort of elegance, no matter how mundane. You particularly like to watch Rune fix $Rhisher hair, gently removing the bonnet and fussing with the unruly mane of curls. Using oils and tinctures to expertly tame them. Each purple strand is styled just so until Rune is satisfied. It's almost…entrancing to watch. As you get similarly distracted with your own preparation, you find purple eyes watching you – it seems you are not the only one entranced. Once prepped, Rune tells you $Rheshe has an errand to run and then asks that you meet $Rhimher at the far end of your family's homestead, where there is a clearing that's out of the way. It seems $Rheshe must have scouted for a good place to teach you. [[You spend some time with Papa while Da sleeps in until it's time to go.|6.Rune]]

Your journey to meet Rune takes you through your family's entire homestead to an area that borders the wood reserved as ground for hay and, Da's favorite, target practice. <<if $roomie is 'Rune'>>Even though you saw Rune get ready this morning, it is still always surprising to see how casual $Rheshe can be.<<else>>Even though you've seen Rune in the same type of outfit, it is still a surprise to see $Rhimher look so casual.<</if>> $Rcapitalheshe wears dark linen pants with tall boots – naturally a pair with a slight heel with a pattern of swirls stitched on the sides. The boots are the only item that tells you $Rheshe comes from wealth, though. Rune also wears a loose, billowy button-up shirt tucked into the pants. The sleeves are rolled up to $Rhisher elbows, and one suspender crosses over in an attempt to secure the pants. You try not to stare at how low on the chest the shirt is, but the tattoo catches your attention. <<if $Rstat is 'romantic'>>Of course, so do the <<if $Rgen is 'female'>>plump mounds of her chest<<else>>firm mounds of his chest<</if>>. The skin looks like it would be a delight to touch.<</if>> Rune smiles at you and beckons you with a nod. As you approach, you note that your da's targets are set up at various distances over the small field. You place your hands on your hips and stare at them. "Do you think I'll be able to shoot magic from my hands on day one?" $Rcapitalheshe shrugs. "I wanted to be prepared for anything. I also told Zahn I would set them up so $Zheshe can begin exercising and getting used to drawing a bow again." "$Zcapitalheshe'll will really appreciate that, I think. So, how do we get started?" You don't voice it, but you are curious to see if you could hit a target, even if what Aster told you is still on your mind. Rune clasps $Rhisher hands in front of $Rhimher. "My favorite way to start anything – with a lecture, of course." The two of you head toward the treeline where a couple of stumps rest. You both take seats on the closest ones so Rune can begin $Rhisher lesson. "So," Rune starts. "Before we get into it – do you have any concerns?" "Well, yes, actually." You chuckle. "Did you read my mind?" "Unfortunately, I have not yet learned to do that. Tell me what is on your mind." "I met with Aster so he could research the curse…" You remember the image of his damaged fingers. "He told me that using this magic could be dangerous, that it may cause me to become ill." Rune hums and then sighs. "He pressured me about this as well, actually. I was going to inform you of the risks, but I am quite certain that I would be able to prevent the backlash he thinks will happen." "By fueling it?" you ask. $Rcapitalheshe nods. "At first, yes, I think with time you would be able to mitigate the resulting backlash." The way $Rheshe phrases that gives you pause. "You say that as if you are more certain than not that doing this could make me ill." "Aster's theory is on track with my limited understanding of the magic of the curse. But I will also posit that whether you use this magic or not, your curse will still cause your illness. It's a matter of time before you have a relapse, and the curse will feed. I will be here for those moments, so don't fear. If we can strengthen you and support your control of this power, I don't think it is a stretch to think you could break the curse with your own force." Rune's voice carries nothing but assuredness, as if $Rheshe has dealt with countless curses already. The worst things about all of this are the unknowns. You cannot know any of this for certain without risking yourself. "If we started small, would that lessen any potential drawbacks?" Rune nods. "If you use a small amount of power, the curse only has that much energy to draw back in. That's power I can easily provide. You may fall ill, but I do not think it would be severe." "Okay," you agree. You need to try this; if this way helps you break the curse, you need to risk it. You're dead anyway if you don't figure this out. [["Any more questions?" Rune leans forward, keen to listen.|6.Rune2]]

<<set $Z6fool to true>> <<if $Z5fool is true>><<set $foolmetwice to true>><</if>> You smile. "Okay…sure." Zahn's face lights up, and $Zheshe piles down beside you, snuggling under the blanket. "Just with our hands? At the same time?" "I won't argue with that," you say. $Zcapitalheshe begins to adjust $Zhisher clothing. "Maybe next time…maybe we can just have sex. I think I'd like to, if it's with you." "Maybe when we're not on a time crunch?" you remark. Zahn chuckles. "Yeah…" <<if $Zgen is 'female'>>She hikes up her nightshirt then, pulling it over her perky breasts.<<else>>He pulls down his short pants.<</if>> In turn, you adjust your clothing, just enough to expose what you want. Zahn licks $Zhisher hand, making sure to look you in the eye at the same time before reaching toward your nethers. The touch makes you hiss with delight. You also reach for Zahn, <<if $Zgen is 'female'>>licking two fingers first<<else>>dragging your tongue along your whole palm first<</if>>. $Zcapitalheshe moans but tries to keep $Zhisher voice down. You both press flush against each other as you begin to rub and touch. <<if $Zgen is 'female'>>Zahn quickly gets wet under your fingers. They slide along the lips of her pussy easily as you run them up and down the seam.<<else>>Zahn gets hard quickly just from a couple of strokes. You tighten your grip and feel it pulse under your hand.<</if>> The two of you sink into each other as your breathing becomes labored. You're worked into a frenzy with Zahn's deft hand to the point where you can't focus on your own movements. <<if $Zgen is 'female'>>You end up with Zahn's cunt cupped in your hand<<else>>You end up with Zahn's dick gripped in your hand<</if>> as your climax mounts. Covering your mouth, you come with a shiver, and $Zheshe works you all the way through it. After taking just a moment to get your bearings, you focus on making Zahn come. <<if $Zgen is 'female'>>She's wet enough that there's no suppressing the sounds your hand makes as you rub her clit. She bends one leg at the knee to lift it. "Please finger me," she rasps. Gladly, you slide down to her hole and easily insert two fingers while pressing her clit with your thumb. Zahn fists your clothes while she moans and whimpers quietly. When you feel her pussy clench around your fingers, you know that she's coming. She shivers and presses her face into your shoulder to keep quiet. Once she's crested the pleasure, you pull out and give her clit a teasing rub, enjoying how it makes her body quiver from overstimulation.<<else>>A bead of moisture drips from the head of his cock. He thrusts into your grip to match your movements. "Can I come into your hand, please?" he requests. You chuckle as you pick up your movements, dragging your hand low to his base to squeeze before running it up to the tip. You cup the head of his cock and milk it with short strokes, ready to catch when he comes. It takes one more long stroke from his base back to the head before you feel a hot spurt hit your palm. He presses his face into your shirt to keep quiet. Once he's spent and your hand is full, you drag it back along his dick to enjoy the way he whines at the intense sensation.<</if>> The two of you lay there for a long moment and regain your senses. After, you both go to clean up together and get ready for the day. You have a quick breakfast, and your papa comments that you look particularly happy. Zahn just grins at you before running off. [[You spend some time with Papa while Da sleeps in, until it's time to go find Rune.|6.Rune]]

You shake your head. "Sorry, but no." Zahn shrugs. "That's okay. I may…take care of myself if you don't mind. I'll wait until you're out, of course." Chuckling, you shake your head. "Alright." "I won't make a mess, promise." $Zcapitalheshe winks. You set about getting ready for the day. Once you are finished with the washroom, Zahn steps in, and you know what $Zheshe is about to get up to, so you leave $Zhimher in peace. You meet your papa downstairs and have some breakfast with him. [[With a bit of time to kill, you hang out with him while Da sleeps in before it's time to go find Rune.|6.Rune]]

You think about what the twins had to say about magic. "Maybe one more…I spoke with Sage and Poppy the night we arrived, and they told me something different about how magic works." Rund nods along. "You said that you will magic to do what you want, but they said that they ask it – almost like it's a living thing that they have a relationship with. Does it matter how I work with it?" The mage leans forward even more, interest plain on $Rhisher face. "The differences are fascinating. I've spoken with them a bit about it; I've never found witches who were so open about talking of their unique relationship with magic." "Really?" You give Rune a quizzical look. "I only found out that they were witches after the mark appeared." $Rcapitalheshe hums. "Likely since I am a fellow magic user and their secret is out a bit, they feel comfortable speaking of it. So, I'll return your question with another question. Which method of use appeals to you more? Do you feel that it is something to be commanded and guided, or would you rather reach out and ask – form that relationship? Both have drawbacks." [[You'd rather command magic.|6.Rune2a]] [[You'd rather befriend magic.|6.Rune2b]]

<<set $magicpref to "command">> After a moment of thought, you conclude that using your will to command magic would be the better route. "I think the way you do it suits me. Commanding it feels like the better option." Rune nods. <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>"I am biased, so I'm keen to agree, but your nature tends to be a bit softer than mine. Not that it will make you poorly suited for this, but I just want you to be sure." You tilt your head as you consider what $Rheshe is saying. "I am. Though magic is different from a person. Even if I take a more gentle approach with people, I feel like magic needs more firm guidance, like a pathway to follow – structure." "Exactly," Rune nods emphatically. "You understand very well, $mc. Your intuition is impressive." The mage sounds giddy. "There may be times when you must rise out of your nature, but I think your understanding will lead to great success."<<else>>"If you don't mind my saying, I feel like that is a logical fit for you. We're similar in that regard. You tend to be more firm." "Yes," you say, leaning back as you think. "I think it will be better for me to dip into my natural disposition. Magic seems to need…more structure – a path to follow – one that I can give it." "Exactly," Rune nods emphatically. "You understand very well, $mc. Your intuition is impressive." The mage sounds giddy. "There may be instances where you might need to go against your nature a bit, but I think your understanding will lead to great success."<</if>> <<include "6.Rune2ab">>

<<set $magicpref to "befriend">> After a moment of thought, you conclude that befriending magic and asking it to do what you need would be the better route. "I think the way the twins work suits me better. Forming a relationship with it seems beneficial." Rune nods. <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>"I could never fault you for that even if I'm not of the same mind. If you don't mind my saying, that fits your disposition quite well. You are more gentle than I, and there's merit to that." You smile. "Thank you, I just feel that if magic has some sort of will of its own, then maybe it really is sort of…alive in a way. So, why not have a relationship with it, especially if it will do things for me? It's a bit like working with the animals we have, the livestock. Sure, they're a means to an end, but if you speak to them and pet them, everyone gets on better." Rune chuckles. "I don't know much about raising livestock, but I do imagine you get more eggs from a happy chicken…Your heart and understanding are impressive, $mc. They will lead you to great success. Just remember that there may be times when you will need to apply more firmness, just as you might with an unruly animal."<<else>>"I could never fault you for that even if I'm not of the same mind. If you don't mind my saying, your nature tends to be a bit more on the firm side. Not that it will make you poorly suited for this, but I just want you to be sure." You hum an acknowledgement. "I understand why you'd say that. The way I see it is that befriending it seems like the best way to learn about it and get what I need. I can still apply structure and boundaries just as I would with any friendship, and still show it some respect for being an…almost-living thing. It's like tending our livestock here. They're happier if you are kind, but sometimes they need firm guidance to stay in line and be safe." "Very well said," Rune nods emphatically. "You understand well, $mc. Your intuition is impressive." The mage sounds giddy. "There may be instances where you might need to go more against your nature, but I think your understanding will lead to great success."<</if>> <<include "6.Rune2ab">>

The lesson starts simply enough, without any fun flashes of color. $Rcapitalheshe has you focus over and over again on how the magic that swells within you feels. Over and over, you try to tap into it and sense how it moves, but all you get is a vague sense that it's there. Rune has you try breathing and meditation to help you narrow your focus, to separate the senses between your own body and the power locked away inside. After much too much of that, you're instructed to begin visualizing drawing from the well of magic within you. So, you think about what a swirl of $magiccolor light from your hand would be like. You imagine the magic traveling through your arm to your hand and then finally to the tips of your fingers. Then, you breathe and do it all again. The more you focus and then visualize, the more you feel the subtle differences to identify the magic. It feels different and begins to stand out as separate from your body and being each time you try to tap into it. Are you touching it with your mind or something else? Is it the soul that brings it forth instead? You probe deeper, focusing on the swirl in the center of your body, behind the mark that caused all this. "Dig deeper," Rune whispers. "Gently draw it to you." You reach and chase the sensations, focusing your mind on how it all feels, getting to know it so you can call upon it again with certainty. You remember how Zahn's magic feels – like water when you are hot and parched. You recall how Rune's magic felt like nostalgia for the way your parents nurtured you as a child…What does yours feel like? Is it even //yours// or are you feeling the touch of the god who made you this way? <<if $magicpref is "command">>It doesn't matter; you'll make it yours.<<else>>Either way, your heart is open to it.<</if>> There's a stirring that nearly takes your breath away, but not like suffocation. It's like…awe. <<if $mark is 'tree'>>A sense of grounding and certainty settles over you. You are suddenly aware of the earth below you and taste the sky above. There's life and growth and death and life again – the cycle of seasons feels like it's at your mercy. You can almost hear the roar of a forest fire and the cool of shade from afternoon heat pull at your soul. The hiss of ancient secrets moves through your ears as you feel the heat of diffused light glittering across your skin.<<elseif $mark is 'sun'>>You feel the first heat of the day after a cold night. The celebration of life and growth rings in your ears, and you taste the dew of the morning on your lips. The stirring of life seems to be all around, reaching out to you. The air feels like a song, chords struck upon harps and carried just for you on the wind. Power roars like a fire within you.<<elseif $mark is 'storm'>>You feel the crackling of energy and endless potential, something pushing against a cage until it bursts free. There's moisture in the air as the sun is blotted out. Your eyes are blinded by light that stings and burns, as a pounding like giant drums fills your ears. You sense an eerie stillness in the air, and every living thing waits with fear and reverence of your power.<<elseif $mark is 'plants'>>You feel the cool earth cradle you. The smell of rich soil settles in your nose as the touch of soft petals traces your skin. Your reach is everywhere – nothing can evade your spread. There's comfort in the silence that fills your ears, a sort of serenity. A sweet taste is on your tongue, one coveted by all but guarded by prickling thorns and subtle poisons. You are life and death wrapped into one, the power of both at your feet.<<elseif $mark is 'night'>>It feels like moonlight on water; like a secret expectation of a midnight rendezvous, things only done in the dark. It's like the teeth of wolves against your flesh and the sound of their howls as they hunt. You smell the damp from dew and feel the many eyes of unseen creatures, but know they mean no harm. Power ripples under the skin like a shadow through the woods.<<elseif $mark is 'mountain'>>There's a heaviness that feels like it's teetering on the edge of crushing you. But it both grounds and strengthens you. The air is thin and with an icy chill that you can taste. You feel an air of mystery, of the dark unknown within caves and caverns. You can taste the grit of stone crushed by stone, and you are certain you will stand where you are until the earth itself breaks under your power.<</if>> "$mc." You hear your name, but your mind is in a haze of focus as all these thoughts and feelings slip through your mind. It's…addicting and entrancing. There's something emotional about it all – a mix of longing with joy and even a bit of sadness. "$mc, look." It's Rune's voice. You open your eyes, which seem heavy from sleep. As you blink, the mage comes into focus. $Rcapitalheshe is smiling at you, and $Rhisher eyes shift down toward your hands. You look as well. Your hands are glowing. Your hands are glowing $magiccolor. Shock makes you squeeze your eyes shut as if they're deceiving you. It's just like Rune's magic. It flickers like light but moves almost like water and smoke, traveling along the tips of your fingers and wrapping around your hand. You don't feel it so much as you still sense all the power. Rune leans back. "Not only can you tap into that power, you can do so with the skill of a natural-born <<if $magicpref is "command">>mage<<else>>witch<</if>>. How exciting…truly. I was hopeful you could manage it, but didn't expect you to progress quite this fast. Drawing it is one obstacle, and controlling it will be much more difficult." You listen as you move your hands around and watch as the magic circles them. It's odd that you can't necessarily feel it against your skin in the typical way you'd feel something. Your brain struggles to comprehend and place the sensation that is so juxtaposed to anything you've experienced before. "Should I try to get it to do something?" Rune stands. "Let's go closer to one of the targets," $Rheshe says with excitement. [[Perhaps you'll get to put your power to the test after all…|6.R4]]

"Terrific," you say. "How do I get started?" Rune responds by gently waving one hand until a purple glow emits from it. "Well, we'll both be learning as we go here. I'd love to see you produce a visual effect like this; however, the main objective of my lesson will be to get you to //feel// more than see. You've already demonstrated some ability to feel the difference when magic is present, so we'll work to attune that and establish your relationship with it." <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"What about safeguards in case it somehow gets away from me – out of control?" you ask, knowing full well the dangers magic can bring.<<else>>"And what's your plan if I'm just //too// good at this and become a mad mage unwillingly?" you ask in jest with a hint of true worry.<</if>> $Rcapitalheshe gives you a placating smile. "I do not think that will happen, but I am quite confident in my own abilities to quell any eruptions of power. I've helped and fought with other mages before, and I am…let's say, adept at controlling such situations." At least that provides you some relief, and it teaches you a bit more about your mage friend. There is an assuredness to how $Rheshe speaks, and you can't help but want to see Rune in action – without being at the receiving end, of course. One more question suddenly comes to mind as you watch the purple light dance around Rune's fingers. "Does all magic appear in the form of your favorite color?" Rune chokes on a breath and then breaks into a chuckle. "Actually, the odds are higher than you might think. Magic tends to reflect you the more you use it. If you resonate with a certain color, it may imitate that. The only exception to that which I have noticed is black, white, gold, and silver." "Really? Is it that choosy?" The idea that magic is picky about color makes you snort. "I'm not certain, but I have read what little there is about the gods and their magic colors – they were often white or black. Casimir's shows in a bright silver, but her favorite color is green. She's told me that her brother's magic is a radiant gold. I've never met a mage who had those colors. Actually, my mother's favorite was always black, but her magic is red. She used to say it was because the colors complement each other so well…" Rune tries to smile with a note of sadness in $Rhisher eyes. "Anyway…I would guess that it has something to do with how magic has changed since the gods left." "That's interesting…if magic has a sort of sentience, do you think that hurt it somehow?" "Hm," Rune muses. "Could be, it can be temperamental. I had always assumed it was some sort of perceived power, something magic did out of some sort of respect…So, what's your favorite color then? Is it different from what you'd like to see in your own magic?" "Well," you start. "My favorite color is probably <<cycle "$favcolor" autoselect>> <<option "red">> <<option "orange">> <<option "yellow">> <<option "green">> <<option "blue">> <<option "indigo">> <<option "violet">> <<option "pink">> <<option "teal">> <<option "black">> <<option "gold">> <<option "silver">> <<option "white">> <<option "brown">> <</cycle>>, and I'd probably want to see my magic as <<cycle "$magiccolor" autoselect>> <<option "red">> <<option "orange">> <<option "yellow">> <<option "green">> <<option "blue">> <<option "indigo">> <<option "violet">> <<option "pink">> <<option "teal">> <<option "brown">> <</cycle>>." [[Rune leans back and nods. "Well, let's get started so we can find out what it looks like."|6.R3]]

As you are led to one of the closest targets, Rune explains. "Controlling the magic with precision is the most difficult part of wielding it. If you can do that, it will do most of the actual work, though it will tax your energy. Destruction is…easy, so we'll start there." You're placed within arm's reach of a target. "Easy?" Rune shrugs. "Easy as in, it requires less refined instructions than, say, stitching a bone back together. Now, let's start by merely trying to push this target. Stand as close as you like." You look at your glowing hands. "But…how?" <<if $magicpref is "command">>"By commanding it of course.<<else>>"By asking it, of course.<</if>> You've already set the precedence for how you'd like to work with it. Imagine, think hard on what you want to happen, and then tap into that feeling under your skin to make it happen." Rune's eyes are full of obvious glee. Once more, you focus inward, but keep your eyes on the swirling $magiccolor magic. It seems to flicker with your thoughts on it. You're not sure how you go about <<if $magicpref is "command">>commanding<<else>>requesting<</if>> something from this energy, so you start there. <<if $magicpref is "command">>You focus intently on what you want the power to do, working it around in your mind so that there's no argument as to what your will is.<<else>>Your focus is warm as you make the request known, trying to communicate a feeling of mutual respect.<</if>> Nothing happens. You take a breath and try again. Maybe you are a natural at bringing it to the surface only. Standing there for several minutes, you try and try to <<if $magicpref is "command">>order<<else>>bargain<</if>> with the magic to get it to just nudge the target. You get it to flicker <<if $magicpref is "command">>and even press against you rather than the target<<else>>and embrace your arm in some sort of hug<</if>>, but it doesn't accept your instruction. Rune encourages you not to lose patience and reminds you that you are as new to it as it is to you. Before long, you are extremely hungry and sweating as the afternoon sun beats down. Rune seems unruffled while you are a few moments from eating your clothing. <<if $magicpref is "command">>A surge of aggravation flutters through you<<else>>A surge of exasperation flutters through you<</if>> and suddenly the target lurches backward. Rune gasps. "You did it!" You look back in confusion. "How!? I wasn't…I didn't really…it didn't feel like I was trying." $Rcapitalheshe smiles. "Perhaps that's what it was waiting for. No matter, you've done it. This means we can build, $mc, we can build on this and your power. I'm so thrilled for you! Excellent work!" Your stomach growls, and you cringe with embarrassment. "Sorry, I guess I'm ready for lunch." "Calling on the magic has been taxing for your body; it's similar to when I healed you with it. I recommend foods that are sweet, starchy, or full of fats to help you adjust." Rune speaks fast, moving $Rhisher hands animatedly. "I have many tips I can begin introducing you to, and some fabulous recipes for quick sustenance as you train. You'll want to drink more as well, just to be safe. Rest tonight and tomorrow, and the next day we'll have another lesson." You begin to ask a question when Rune stops to breathe… [[...but are interrupted by the sound of rapid hoofbeats.|6.R5]]

Anxiety spikes within your heart. You're shocked to see Aster approaching full-tilt upon his horse. He's…wearing //only// pants. Rune exchanges a look with you. Aster barely slows Samra before jumping off. His face twisting in anger, he glares at Rune. "What the fuck do you think you're doing, Lyreheart!?" he yells. The surprise is too fresh for either of you to react. Aster isn't even wearing shoes, and his hair is damp; water drips from it onto his chest and down his back. <<if $Astat is 'romantic'>>You try not to stare at his exposed skin, but are keenly aware that the hair on his chest is a lighter shade of red-brown than that on his head. His pants sit low, they're barely on at all and also appear to be wet.<<elseif $Astat is 'conflicted'>>You try not to stare at his exposed skin but are keenly aware that the hair on his chest is a lighter shade of red-brown than that on his head. His pants sit low, they're barely on at all, and also appear to be wet.<</if>> Did he just come out of a bath? Rune steps up to him with chest puffed out and shoulders squared. "I'm teaching $himher how to control the well of power within." Aster's face only contorts more in anger. "You fool! This power should not be used; it should be left alone." "This is a legitimate path toward helping $mc, you must be reasonable." Aster looks at you with his mouth agape. "This is a path toward an early death! You risk straining $himher until $hisher body can no longer cope!" The mage does not back down. "I know what I am doing, and I am perfectly capable of mitigating any backlash that this causes. I already told you this." "And I already told you it was a bad idea," Aster snaps. "Typical //nobility//, you'll just do as you please regardless." Rune scoffs and rolls $Rhisher eyes. "Oh, and you'd be the expert in that, of course." <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>You hold up your hands and take a step forward. "Please, you two – settle."<<else>>You step between them. "Enough!" you declare.<</if>> Both of them take a small step back and a breath, which surprises you a bit, especially as they seem to be waiting on you to continue. You address Aster. <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>"I appreciate the concern, but this was something I needed to understand for myself. I will be the judge on whether it continues or not. I know the risks, and I accept them."<<else>>"You do //not// get to choose for me. I know the risks that I am dealing with, and I am not to be ordered around like a child by the likes of you because you think you know best."<</if>> He acts like he wants to argue for a moment and then promptly shuts his mouth. "Understood," he says. "I apologize, I reacted…out of emotion instead of reason." You're a little surprised at the quick apology, but move your eyes to Rune for him to continue. Aster's mouth drops as if you're asking him to command the sun. He relents, but gives another roll of his eyes. "Lyreheart, I apologize for approaching you out of anger," he says with a respectful tilt to his head. It's not as sincere as the apology he gave to you, but it's acceptable. Rune smiles warmly. "All is forgiven, and I'll pay you a compliment that you are a great deal more caring than you let on, Astrophel." Aster glares at $Rhimher for that. "I simply felt the flux of the magic, and I knew what you were up to. I am…" He seems to chew on his words for a moment, his eyes moving to yours. "I am protecting my //investment// in this little undertaking. That is all." <<if $Astat is 'romantic'>>That stings a bit to hear, but the way his eyes watch you makes you wonder if he's telling the truth. Is there a part of him that does truly care?<<elseif $Astat is 'conflicted'>>That stings a bit to hear, but the way his eyes watch you makes you wonder if he's telling the truth. Is there a part of him that truly cares? Or does he just want to use you for gain?<<else>>Brutally honest and to the point, you suppose you can't fault him for that.<</if>> You stare at him just a bit longer and note again that he's dripping wet. He //did// seem to abandon his task and rush to you in a hurry… <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"So, you care about your //investment// so much that you jumped out of the bath and barely put trousers on before rushing here?"<<else>>"So, tell me, were you accosted by bathwater by chance or is this a new look the nobles are doing?"<</if>> Rune covers $Rhisher mouth to keep from laughing. Aster glowers at both of you before running a hand through his wet hair. "Time is money," he spits. <<if $Astat is 'romantic'>>His expression goes a bit uncertain. "And, I'm still human, it's not like I want to see you ill. Your fathers spoke at length about what it was like, and-" He stops and straightens.<<elseif $Astat is 'conflicted'>>His expression goes a bit uncertain. "And, I'm still human, it's not like I want to see you ill. Your fathers spoke at length about what it was like, and-" He stops and straightens.<</if>> "Anyway, don't act like it's not a //treat// for both of you. I should be charging you for this sight. I don't even have any knickers on." He winks. Rune pretends to gag. <<if $Rstat is 'romantic'>>"Don't flatter yourself, the stench will kill us all. Now, if $mc, wanted to ride up on a horse dripping wet for me, I'd gladly pay any price." $Rcapitalheshe winks at you, and you can't readily tell if $Rheshe's flirting or jesting.<<else>>"Don't flatter yourself, the stench will kill us all."<</if>> Aster bows in your direction slightly. "Now, if you will excuse me, I must get back before my water cools. Take caution in what you play with." He turns on his heel, you think in a show of pompousness, which is quickly dashed when he must catch his pants from falling. You notice a bright line of skin that usually never sees the light of day glowing back at you, and try not to laugh. [[Rune smiles at you.|6.R6]]

You wrap up to take a much-needed break to eat lunch with the mage. As you walk back home, Rune muses, "I can't quite figure Aster out…" You nod. "Me either…you're both from noble families, right? Do you know much of that?" Rune shakes $Rhisher head. "He refuses to give me his surname. All noble families have one, or at least some sort of title or clan name." $Rcapitalheshe lowers $Rhisher voice as if anyone will hear. "I suspect that he may be a bastard child. He seems to have misgivings about his upbringing – I would know, I do as well." "Is that a big deal for nobles?" you ask. "I know families who don't particularly mind, but children who are products of extraneous affairs are a bit more damning. I have a friend from a rather large house in Codrin who is the son of the family's chief house servant and the house's mistress. They had a tryst. He's the heir simply because the mistress refused to have children with her spouse. I can't blame her for that." Rune makes a face. "He's terribly…''rude''." You chuckle. "That is all very dramatic." "This is why I left. In the last…perhaps 60 years or so, the drama of the politics has grown into a beast. My mother was privy to it, enjoyed it even. More and more, people are losing their way and focusing on things that don't matter. It's a game of who can manipulate whom, and if you are naive…" Rune sighs. "Were you?" you venture. The mage fidgets a bit with $Rhisher hands. "Yes, for a time." "No longer?" Rune shakes $Rhisher head. "No longer." $Rcapitalheshe clears $Rhisher throat. <<if $Rstat is 'romantic'>><<if $Rtold is true>>"I'll note since it may be relevant to you…I am still interested in a romantic endeavor, $mc – a slow one at least. But you should know that my mind is often elsewhere. I've been hurt before, and that hurt is not easily bridged or forgotten. <</if>>I want you to know that I've really enjoyed getting to know you. Every day, I feel that I find more to like about you. Your family is precious…It makes me long for one like it, I think. In a way, I feel that this unexpected journey is helping to mend some brokenness in my own heart.<<else>>"I wanted to tell you that I've enjoyed getting to know you and the others better. Even if we met in such an unexpected way, this journey has started a change in me, I think. I feel a hope that I didn't really have before.<</if>> I am glad to have met you.<<if $favcolor is "violet">> And, you have great taste in color, but you already knew that.<</if>>" You smile. <<if $favcolor is "violet">>"You are correct, I do have great taste in color.<<if $Rtold is true>> ...And, I suppose I feel like I have another reason to be so fond of it these days.<</if>><</if>><<if $Rstat is 'romantic'>>"I've really enjoyed getting to know you as well, Rune. My parents and I are open to you. If my fathers have taught me anything, it's that you don't have to be blood to be family.<<if $Rtold is true>> I'll keep what you said in mind as well. If…if something comes from us, I want you to feel secure in my intentions. I don't want to hurt you.<</if>><<else>>I've also enjoyed getting to know you. It's been a difficult time for me, and I appreciate that you've been so generous with your time and energy. I'm glad our meeting has been impactful.<</if>>" Rune gives you a warm smile in return, and you note that the sun highlights white strands at the root of the purple in $Rhisher hair. It catches you so off-guard that you stop walking just for a moment, which only draws Rune's attention. $Rcapitalheshe seems to notice what you're looking at, and turns away, rubbing the back of $Rhisher neck. "Sorry," you say. "I didn't mean to stare." "You're fine, I'm just a bit self-conscious about it… Normally, I keep it colored so that the white doesn't poke back through, but we've been a bit preoccupied and I don't have my normal supplies." "It's nothing to be embarrassed about. <<if $haircolor is "white">>I mean, look at //me//. Actually, you've met Betony; she has a similar characteristic, mostly with her skin, but she's told me it's why her hair is so light as well. She always encouraged me to embrace my white hair.<<else>>And you've met Betony, she has a similar characteristic, mostly with her skin, but she's told me it's why her hair is so light as well.<</if>><<if $greyokay is false>> I do understand a bit though, so I won't try to tell you how to feel. When my hair started to grey so early…I was a little devastated. I may not be as embarrassed about it as I once was, but…I don't always like looking at it, and I wouldn't mind if I could cover it.<</if>> The purple is lovely, of course, but you don't need to be ashamed if your hair is white in places." Rune begins to fiddle with one of the purple strands. "Mine is a bit different…I wasn't born with it, but my…" $Rcapitalheshe stops – speaking and talking for a moment. "Just between us, of course…" The question is clear, $Rheshe wants you to keep a secret. "Of course," you promise. $Rcapitalheshe continues walking. "I was gifted in magic from an early age, and even though I had great power and control, my mother pushed me quite harshly. It strained me…hurt me. My hair turned white in places because of it. In the beginning, I was self-conscious because I was too young for white hair, so I thought at the time. Other nobles used it to make fun of me, so I found ways to make a vibrant dye in my favorite color. I turned it into branding that got me noticed instead." "And now?" "...When I see it turn white, now I just remember my mother's cruelty.<<if $greyhair is true>> I hope you don't mind my saying, but I rather like your grey hair.<<if $greyokay is false>> I'm terribly sorry that you find it troubling, and I hope you can see the beauty in it one day.<</if>><<else>><<if $haircolor is "white">> On you, it's fetching. I hope you don't mind my saying. It gives you…an ethereal quality, it draws me in.<</if>> I've been told before that my white streaks were coveted – they're easy to dye after all.<</if>> Perhaps one day I can look at my white strands and not think so much about what she did." $flirt_label [[You stop and try to encourage Rune with affectionate words.|6.R6a]] $flirt_label [[You stop and try to encourage Rune with a hug.|6.R6b]] [[You thank Rune for confiding in you.|6.R6c]]

<<set $toldRamtoZ to true>> "There's more…" you say weakly as you begin to fidget. Zahn wraps one arm around your back to support you. "Tell me everything." Nausea fills your gut as you recall how Ramsey touched you, what he wanted to do to you. "In it…in the dream, when Jasper gave me the offer to pick between them or the other guy. Um, I picked Ramsey. I thought that I could get away if I did." You gag. Zahn rubs your back. "Hang on just…" $Zcapitalheshe runs to your washroom and comes back with a bucket. "You don't sound good, this is just in case." You nod and, after collecting yourself, you go on. "The man was hiding in my washroom and he came out…crawled on the bed with me and I was still strapped down." You hear Zahn's breath catch. "He…he touched me." You gag again, noting why Zahn brought you a bucket. "He-" You begin to shake as it all flashes through your mind. "He opened my legs, put his disgusting hands up my shirt…" You take a ragged breath. "//Licked// my neck, talked like…like we were lovers and about what he wanted to do…" Tears sting your eyes. "It felt so real, it felt like it was...like it was really happening." You gag again. Losing the battle, your knees give, and Zahn supports you until you're kneeling on the floor. $Zcapitalheshe grabs the bucket and places it in your arms for you to vomit. $Zcapitalheshe keeps you steady and clean as you purge everything – from your stomach and your mind. Zahn leaves again and comes back with a glass of water. You sip it as your stomach calms. The atmosphere feels like a storm. Zahn scrubs at $Zhisher eyes. "He's dead, $mc. He will never hurt you, I promise. If he ever came back, I'd make sure he'd never touch you. I'd tear him apart." You nod, and manage a little grin at $Zhisher tenacity. $Zcapitalheshe rubs your back softly. "I know it's really hard to talk about, but when they took you…Did he touch you like that? Is that why you dreamed it?" You shake your head. "He was gross, looked at me weird, and said things, but //that// specifically didn't happen." Zahn blows out a relieved breath. "Probably why it was sort of planted in your mind…" [[You only nod, too tired to go on.|6.36Zend]]

Once you are cooled off, you close and lock your window. The thought of sleep leaves a bitter taste in your mouth. Zahn crawls back into the bed, and you just stare at your mattress. Taking all the pillows, $Zheshe piles them at the head of the bed and leans against them, sitting up. "I'll be your pillow," $Zheshe says. "I can keep the bad dreams away." You get on the bed and take the offered "pillow," resting your head against Zahn. $Zcapitalheshe cradles you, running a hand through your hair, tickling the shell of your ear with $Zhisher fingers, and humming a soft song. <<if $bodytype is 'broad and sturdy'>>"I'm not squishing you?" you ask, voice muffled by Zahn's nightshirt. "Only in the best way," $Zheshe quips and then chuckles. "I like it. I like holding you."<<else>>"Are you sure you're comfortable?" you ask as Zahn's nightshirt muffles your voice a bit. "Of course," $Zheshe says. "I like this, I like holding you."<</if>> You yawn, exhaustion creeping in. "Thank you," you mumble as your eyes get heavy. "You're welcome… Sleep easy, $mc, I'm here. Maybe I'm not very strong or smart, but I'll be here with you." Sleep is already dragging you down as you listen to Zahn's soft and sweet voice and feel how $Zheshe pats your head and rubs your back. "Let's have a big breakfast when you wake up," $Zheshe says. [[You smile. "I'd like that."|6.37]]

<<set $toldRamtoR to true>> "There's more…" you say weakly as you begin to fidget. Rune gently touches the small of your back. "Tell me everything." Nausea fills your gut as you recall how Ramsey touched you, what he wanted to do to you. "In it…in the dream, when Jasper gave me the offer to pick between them or the other guy. Um, I picked Ramsey. I thought that I could get away if I did." You gag. "Oh…oh my, $mc," Rune says, voice heavy. "Here…" $Rcapitalheshe guides you to lean out toward the window. "Deep breaths. If you need to vomit, it's okay." You nod and, after collecting yourself, you go on. "The man was hiding in my washroom and he came out…crawled on the bed with me and I was still strapped down." Rune stays quiet, placing $Rhisher hand on your back once more. "He…he touched me." You gag again, leaning further out of the window just in case. "He-" You begin to shake as it all flashes through your mind. "He opened my legs, put his disgusting hands up my shirt…" You take a ragged breath. "//Licked// my neck, talked like…like we were lovers and about what he wanted to do…" Tears sting your eyes. "It felt so real, it felt like it was...like it was really happening." You gag again. Losing the battle, you clutch the windowsill and lean out as Rune holds you up. $Rcapitalheshe keeps you steady and clean as you purge everything – from your stomach and your mind. $Rcapitalheshe leaves briefly and comes back with a glass of water. You sip it as your stomach calms. The atmosphere feels like a storm. Rune shakes $Rhisher head. "A vile act. I am so terribly sorry that you had to experience such a thing in your sleep." You nod. "I do not wish to cause you further grief, but it's important to me…please tell me if they hurt you in such a way when they abducted you…" There's notable strain in $Rhisher voice. You shake your head. "He was gross, looked at me weird, and said things, but //that// specifically didn't happen." Rune takes a long breath and exhales through pursed lips. "I'm relieved. Your mind is only playing off the feelings of helplessness…" [[You only nod, too tired to go on.|6.36Rend]]

Once you are cooled off, you close and lock your window. The thought of sleep leaves a bitter taste in your mouth. Rune sits on the mattress and watches you with sad eyes. "I know that sleep must feel like a trap," $Rheshe says. "But you really should try to relax. Being over-tired may make dreams worse." You sigh, knowing $Rheshe is right. "I can make it a little easier," Rune states and then shuffles back onto the bed. $Rcapitalheshe gets comfortable, lying on $Rhisher side and then pats the spot next to $Rhimher. You relent and crawl in. Rune slips $Rhisher arms around you and brings you close so you can rest your head on $Rhisher chest. And then, $Rheshe simply holds you. "Maybe I cannot shield you from your own mind, but know that I will watch over you as long as you want me to." A grunt of some sort of agreement leaves you as your eyes grow heavy. Rune continues to speak to you softly, and you're not sure if you actually hear most of what $Rheshe is saying, but you think $Rheshe is talking to keep your mind off the nightmare. $Rcapitalhisher hand runs down the length of your back. "You know," $Rheshe says, sounding sleepy as well. "It's…easy for me to be affectionate with you…" "Hm?" Your eyes struggle to open. "I just realized…" "Thank you," you mumble out of reflex. Rune chuckles. "No…thank you, $mc. Sleep well, tomorrow will be a much better day." [[You smile. "I'd like that."|6.37]]

<<set $toldRamtoD to true>> "There's more…" you say weakly as you begin to fidget. Duri softly touches the side of your face and turns you to look at $Dhimher. "Tell me everything." Nausea fills your gut as you recall how Ramsey touched you, what he wanted to do to you. "In it…in the dream, when Jasper gave me the offer to pick between them or the other guy. Um, I picked Ramsey. I thought that I could get away if I did." You gag. Duri's face twists and $Dheshe trails $Dhisher hand down to hold yours. After collecting yourself, you go on. "The man was hiding in my washroom and he came out…crawled on the bed with me and I was still strapped down." Duri shakes $Dhisher head, face still twisted up. $Dcapitalheshe holds your hand tighter. "He…he touched me." You gag again, noting that Duri presses on your wrist and the nausea eases slightly. "He-" You begin to shake as it all flashes through your mind. "He opened my legs, put his disgusting hands up my shirt…" You take a ragged breath. "//Licked// my neck, talked like…like we were lovers and about what he wanted to do…" Tears sting your eyes. "It felt so real, it felt like it was...like it was really happening." You gag again. Duri keeps hold of the pressure on your wrist and guides you to lean out of the window, as you begin to vomit. $Dcapitalheshe keeps you steady and clean as you purge everything – from your stomach and your mind. $Dcapitalheshe leaves and comes back with a glass of water. You sip it as your stomach calms. The atmosphere feels like a storm. The demigod begins to pace. "If that bastard wasn't dead, I'd tear him apart with my hands, put him back together and then rip him apart again." You nod, and manage a little grin at $Dhisher tenacity. $Dcapitalheshe stops suddenly and rushes to you, gently cupping your face in $Dhisher hands. "I know you won't want to talk about it right now, but did he…did they hurt you like that? Is that what they did?" The look on $Dhisher face is wild, eyes simmering with golden fire – wide and ready for a fight. You shake your head. "He was gross, looked at me weird, and said things, but //that// specifically didn't happen." "You promise?" $Dheshe insists. "It's okay if it happened, you shouldn't feel ashamed…" "I promise," you say. "I'm not fibbing." Duri sighs heavily and $Dhisher shoulders relax. "Thank fuck..." [[You only nod, too tired to go on.|6.36Dend]]

Once you are cooled off, you close and lock your window. The thought of sleep leaves a bitter taste in your mouth. You sit on the edge of your bed, and Duri joins you. "Were you just outside? How did you get up to my window so quickly?" $Dcapitalheshe shrugs. "I wasn't far, I was coming to see you anyway. I heard you, sounded like you were struggling or grunting or something. By the time I got right up to the house, I heard you yell, so I just jumped up here." "Just like that? You just jumped up to the second floor of my house?" Duri snorts. "What? As if I should take the stairs next time there's an emergency? If I were fully shifted, I could have just stood on my hind legs and poked my head in, I guess." That makes you chuckle. "I'm not sure if I'd have found that cute or more alarming…" $Dcapitalheshe nudges your shoulder. "I'm extremely cute //especially// in my wolf form." You lean back and eye the demigod skeptically. "How often have you actually seen yourself in wolf form?" $Dcapitalheshe sticks $Dhisher tongue out at you. "I don't need to, I just know. Besides…I've seen my reflection in things, and I had a mirror at the shrine…I think I remember one being there at least." You hum in acknowledgement, tiredness seeping in. "I'll keep you safe…" Duri suddenly says. You look into the demigod's eyes. "Remember that for when you sleep, so even in your dreams, you know that I'll be there for you. And…maybe you don't want me to save you, that's fine too, but…I want to save you, I guess, if I can." You lean your head against $Dhisher shoulder and $Dheshe wraps an arm around you. "Didn't know you had a hero complex," you muse. Duri snorts a laugh. "Me either…" [[You smile, your eyes getting too heavy to keep open any longer.|6.37]]

<<set $toldRamtoO to true>> "There's more…" you say weakly as you begin to fidget. Oswin gently grabs and holds your hand. "Tell me everything." Nausea fills your gut as you recall how Ramsey touched you, what he wanted to do to you. "In it…in the dream, when Jasper gave me the offer to pick between them or the other guy. Um, I picked Ramsey. I thought that I could get away if I did." You gag. Oswin's breath stammers, and he grips your hand firmly. After collecting yourself, you go on. "The man was hiding in my washroom and he came out…crawled on the bed with me and I was still strapped down." Oswin barely moves. "He…he touched me." You gag again, and Oswin leans over and fishes something out of a box on his nightstand. He hands you a few leaves – peppermint – and you place them in your mouth. You give the leaves a moment to tamp down the nausea before you keep going. "He-" You begin to shake as it all flashes through your mind. "He opened my legs, put his disgusting hands up my shirt…" You take a ragged breath. "//Licked// my neck, talked like…like we were lovers and about what he wanted to do…" Tears sting your eyes. "It felt so real, it felt like it was...like it was really happening." You gag again and bite down on the mint. Oswin begins to massage your hand and wrist, distracting you. You bite the mint like it's a lifeline to keep what remains of your dinner in your stomach. He begins doing deep breaths, and you mimic them, feeling the wave of coolness from the mint leaves filling your senses until you're calm again and can spit out what's left of the leaves. He shakes his head. "You know…I chided Aster for killing them, but after hearing that…even though it was a dream, I feel…differently about it now. That makes me want to…" He rubs his temples. "I am so sorry you had to endure that at a time when you are trying to recover." You nod and manage a little grin at his sincerity. Oswin squeezes your hand again, and his voice is thick with emotion. "Did they touch you, $mc? Did they hurt you that way? You can tell me." You shake your head. "He was gross, looked at me weird, and said things, but //that// specifically didn't happen." "You're not saying that to make me feel better?" "I'm not," you say. "Promise." He sighs heavily. "I can see why your mind might cook that up. I can't imagine how awful that felt." [[You only nod, too tired to go on.|6.36Oend]]

Oswin's room feels much more peaceful than yours. The thought of going back now makes your stomach flip again. He only has one //small// bed though, and you're sure they have no more rooms with the arrival of the twins. "You can stay…" he suddenly says quietly. "I'll sleep in the living room, you can use my bed." "No," you answer quickly. "Sorry, I'm sorry, I presumed…" "No, I don't want you to go to the other room, Oswin." He freezes. "You're right, I don't want to go back home…" "I…the bed is quite small for two. Is- is that still okay?" You nod, surprised that he's not drawing a line like he usually does. He swallows hard, and then you both move his bedding around. You slot in close to the wall, and he slips in after you – his chest presses against your back, and you suddenly remember that he's not wearing much. His voice is low in your ear. "Is this okay?" he asks as he lightly puts an arm over you. You nod, and he relaxes the arm. The heat from him helps you relax as he hugs you from behind. Suddenly, you wonder if you're still dreaming. Perhaps Oswin is so sleepy that he doesn't realize what he's doing. "Um," he whispers. "If…we can shift the other way. I just put my arm on you because it felt…like I should, I guess." "No, this is fine," you insist, lest the spell be broken. You think he holds you a little closer. Neither of you says anything more. It takes a few moments, but you feel it when the tension leaves Oswin's body. He seems to curl against you, and his breathing goes heavy. [[You smile, your eyes getting too heavy to keep open any longer.|6.37O]]

You sleep like a rock for the rest of the night. When you awake, Oswin has you in his grasp still, holding you tight and breathing against the back of your neck. Despite how hot it is, it makes you shiver. After you gently stir him awake, he immediately flushes red and sheepishly puts a shirt on. He makes sure that you slept well and that you feel okay, but is otherwise quiet. He insists on walking with you back home, informing you at your door that you can come to him any night to stay. The way he looks at you is unlike any expression you've ever seen on his face. The tingle of joy you feel is marred only a little as both of your parents watch you come back inside, with Oswin still on the porch. The realization that you are only in your nightwear is heavy on your mind as you kick off your shoes and walk toward the stairs. [[You catch a big smile on Da's face.|6.37]]

<<set $Rflirt +=3>> When you stop in your tracks, Rune follows suit and gives you a concerned look. "Rune," you begin with a flutter in your chest. "I have no doubt that one day you'll be able to do just that. You're more than the things your mother did to you. You're courageous and kind, and you've come this far… Even if you see it as a bitter reminder of what you went through, know that it's also a sign of the things you overcame. And //you// did that, and your mother can never take it away from you." $Rcapitalhisher purple eyes go wide and stare at you for a long moment. $Rcapitalhisher fingers fidget for something to hold. Rune reaches up and grabs one of the purple strands of hair, pulling it so the curls unwind and then spring back when $Rheshe releases it. "I don't know what to say," $Rheshe says softly. "You don't have to say anything, I just thought you should hear that." Rune turns to walk ahead of you, and you follow. "I don't know if my heart was ready for that, $mc, but I'm glad you thought so." $Rcapitalhisher voice is a bit strained. "Thank you…I'll work on making peace with that in my heart." You hustle to catch up with the mage, who seems oddly shy about making eye contact with you for a while. [[The afternoon passes pleasantly.|6.Rend]]

<<set $Rflirt +=3>> When you stop in your tracks, Rune follows suit and gives you a concerned look. You step forward, reaching out for silent permission. As $Rheshe nods at you to continue, you wrap your arms around $Rhimher. Rune makes a surprised noise, but gently holds you in turn. "Rune," you begin with a flutter in your chest. "I have no doubt that one day you'll be able to do just that. You're more than the things your mother did to you. You're courageous and kind, and you've come this far… Even if you see it as a bitter reminder of what you went through, know that it's also a sign of the things you overcame. And //you// did that, and your mother can never take it away from you." $Rcapitalhisher embrace tightens. "I don't know what to say," $Rheshe says softly. "You don't have to say anything, I just thought you should hear that." Rune leans against you harder, resting $Rhisher head on your shoulder. "I don't know if my heart was ready for that, $mc, but I'm glad you thought so." $Rcapitalhisher voice is a bit strained. "Thank you…I'll work on making peace with that in my heart." When you part, the mage seems oddly shy about making eye contact with you for a while. [[The afternoon passes pleasantly.|6.Rend]]

"Thank you for telling me. If you need to talk about it, maybe it could help you find some peace with it." Rune hums an agreement. "I think you're right. I've become used to not revealing much of myself to others. Things like that end up being used against you. Now, I suppose it's just a habit, even though I'm not involved with the likes of them any longer." "Like anything, it takes time. Just remember that your mother can't take your progress from you. It's your hard work and effort that's brought you here." $Rcapitalheshe looks at you with a wide smile. "You are quite right. Thank you for the reminder. Now, we should really get you that lunch, your stomach has been speaking as much as we have…" "Hey…" you pout. [[The rest of the afternoon passes pleasantly…|6.Rend]]

The remainder of your day passes pleasantly. You relax with your parents for a while and take a nice, long, warm bath. <<if $Dlosev is true>>Once evening falls, your parents leave together to attend the feast and concert that Rune is presenting at the tavern.<<if $roomie is 'Zahn'>> Zahn, of course, invites you to go along, but you decline. $Zcapitalheshe doesn't needle you about it and takes your response in stride, saying that Oswin is supposed to be there as well, so $Zheshe won't be lonely.<</if>> You're not quite sure what to do with yourself as you wait for Duri in an empty house, so you elect to wait in your bedroom. [[Eventually, there's a tap on your window.|6.DVstart]]<<else>>In the evening, your parents leave together to attend the feast and concert at the tavern. You go as well, though you are sure to give your parents enough space to have an evening all to themselves. You enjoy the music from the back of the tavern with Zahn, Oswin, and even Aster in company. You share a few drinks and a lovely meal. When you return home, your parents don't follow and also don't return until late the next morning… [[Your routine continues into the next several days.|6.41]] <</if>>

All at once, your nerves light up, and it's difficult to distinguish if you're nervous, excited, or both. You go to the window and unlatch it to find a smiling demigod holding a cloth sack. $Dcapitalheshe crawls through, and as $Dheshe passes by, runs the tip of a finger under your chin. Plopping the sack on the bed, $Dheshe presents it to you like a prize. "What's in the bag?" you dare to ask as you stare at it. "I wasn't sure what we might need, so I just grabbed everything I could think of. I got some stuff at that smelly cart too – you're welcome by the way – it was awful." "Oh, Corman is still here?" you ask as you begin to open the sack. Duri nods. "Yeah, he got sick or something, so he's been staying longer. Runey actually was helping him. Nice guy, even if he stinks. He was easy to talk to, and didn't even blink when I asked if he had anything for sex." You nearly choke on air. "That surprises me a bit…" You begin to take out Duri's…tools. You find a smaller bag of berries – Duri shrugs – a rather large phial of oil, candles, a hairbrush – Duri shrugs again – a leather harness…and two phallic glass toys. "Just in case," Duri chirps. "I don't know what you'll want, so I wanted to be prepared for anything. Plus, it looks pretty." You study the swirls in the glass. It is…sort of pretty. Duri grabs the candles and sets them up, taking one of your lamps to light them. There is already a gentle glow in the room, but the flickering of the candles is a nice addition. $Dcapitalheshe plops in the middle of your bed and pats it for you to join $Dhimher. [["Let's talk," Duri says.|6.DVsetup]] *[[Fade to black.|6.DVfade]]

Life feels so normal and routine despite all the new company you keep after so many days. Aster makes progress with the ring and his understanding of what he can do with it. You and Rune continue your magic lessons, though you are mindful not to push what you can do. Thankfully, no backlash occurs, though it is always in the back of your mind. Oswin and your da continue with your lessons in self-defence<<if $interest is 'swordin'>>, though, you already know plenty, and it gets a little irritating. You know they mean well and are just concerned about your safety, but it makes you feel like you are in training again.<<elseif $interest is 'archin'>>, though, you already know plenty, and it gets a little irritating. You know they mean well and are just concerned about your safety, but it makes you feel like you are in training again.<</if>> They focus on drilling you in unarmed combat, particularly. Even Duri gets involved – roped in more like. Though Da is moving around much easier thanks to Rune's help, Duri acts as his stand-in, pretending to be an assailant for you to practice on. $Dcapitalheshe takes a hit very easily, and though you don't hold back, your da is none the wiser because Duri knows how to takes each blow with grace. <<if $interest is 'choppin'>>The strength comes easily to you, of course, but the finesse takes a bit longer to grasp. You catch on easily enough and learn some good tricks when strength alone won't help you.<<elseif $interest is 'woodin'>>You gain some strength and finesse when handling situations where you may find yourself at a disadvantage.<<elseif $interest is 'swordin'>>Even though you're a little annoyed, you do manage to pick up a couple of tricks. Poor Duri takes the brunt of your mildly frustrated learning experience, and you manage to wear the demigod down quite a bit by the end of each session.<<elseif $interest is 'archin'>>Even though you're a little annoyed, you do manage to pick up a couple of tricks. Poor Duri takes the brunt of your mildly frustrated learning experience, and you manage to wear the demigod down quite a bit by the end of each session.<<elseif $interest is 'healin'>>Combat is not your strong suit. You are accustomed to helping, not hurting. You focus on finessing your way out of situations, rather than fighting much, which helps a great deal.<<elseif $interest is 'tradin'>>Combat is not your strong suit. You are accustomed to helping, not hurting. You focus on finessing your way out of situations, rather than fighting much, which helps a great deal.<<elseif $interest is 'cookin'>>The strength comes easily to you, of course, but the finesse takes a bit longer to grasp. You catch on easily enough and learn some good tricks when strength alone won't help you.<</if>> Day after day, you practice in one thing or another, just waiting and preparing for the next steps you'll need to take… So, when one day you show up to the training area and your father is nowhere in sight, you become puzzled. Oswin sits on the tree stump that your da usually commands you from. He's not dressed in his armor, just a simple tunic in his favorite green hue. [[He looks at you with a tired smile.|6.Ostart]]

"Good morning, $mc," he says. His voice is rough. Something doesn't feel quite right. "Good morning," you respond. "Are we not training today? Da's been pushing for me to practice every day now…I haven't seen him." Oswin nods, steepling his fingers together as he stares at the ground. "He was here earlier, we talked… He's walking much better now. I believe he went to the barn to try to help Dov with a few things." <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>"Is something wrong? Are you okay?"<<else>>"What's going on?"<</if>> you ask. "I need to talk to you." There's a strange sinking feeling in your gut, it reminds you of when you were a child and your parents found out about something mischievous you had done. "Is this…" Again, he nods. "It's been on my mind, of course, and I promised I would tell you //everything// so, I'm going to do that. I wasn't going to this so soon, that wasn't my plan." "Did you ask my da to leave?" "Yes and no. I told him that I wanted to speak with you, then we talked – well, he lectured me and I listened and…and now I'm not avoiding it anymore. I'm ready, and you've waited too long for me to be ready; I'm just scared." You wave him up from his seat. "Then let's go to the old clearing for this…" [[Together, you head out to where you once played.|6.O2]]

Once you reach the clearing, you find a plank root to lean your backs against, which overlooks the stream that babbles by. "You're doing well in your practice…" Oswin says quietly as he gently taps his heel against the large root-wall. You watch him for a moment. He doesn't look…//right//. There's a relaxation in his expression that isn't easy, isn't alive. It's a surrender, a resignation. Brokenness. Shifting uncomfortably, you level him with a look. "Oswin…" "Don't worry, I'm only stalling a little." He chuckles. "Force of habit. I do have a lot to say, I think. Every time I have spun it in my head, it takes an inordinate amount of time. In practice, I do not know if it will be the same." "Okay," you say. "My lessons have usually gone for a few hours, and it looks like I've got plenty of time. Do you need some help getting started or?" Oswin turns his head to look at you. That unsettling resignation is heavy in his eyes as he stares. He manages a small smile for you, though, a weak one only meant to placate you. He swallows hard. [[You take a breath.|6.O3]]

<div style="text-align: center;">"I'm a murderer."</div> <<timed 7s>><<goto "6.O4">><</timed>>

Everything goes still. You stare at your childhood friend as the shock of his words soaks in. The memory of the years he spent as "Yarrow" fills your mind – his goofy smile and wide eyes, his teasing and laughter. <<if $Ostat3 is 'friends'>>It can't be true, you know him better than that.<<elseif $Ostat3 is 'romantic'>>It can't be true, you know him better than that.<<elseif $Ostat3 is 'distant'>>Even if there is a gap between you, it doesn't seem right.<<elseif $Ostat3 is 'neutral'>>Even if you don't really know each other that well anymore, it doesn't seem right.<</if>> His jaw quivers as he rubs his hands together. "I'm a murderer…I killed in cold blood. I took away life. I did the one thing I hated the most. I have innocent blood on my hands, $mc. I do not want to sully you with it. <<if $Ostat3 is 'friends'>>You deserve a friend who can stand by you with clean hands.<<elseif $Ostat3 is 'romantic'>>You deserve a friend who can stand by you with clean hands. Someone who can care for you who isn't tainted.<<elseif $Ostat3 is 'distant'>>You're right to scorn me…I don't deserve to be in your presence.<<elseif $Ostat3 is 'neutral'>>I don't deserve to be in your presence.<</if>> I am a //disgusting// human being. I took away two lives. I did that. And I can never give them back." You shake your head with a mixture of disbelief and surprise. "Did you say…//two lives//?" Oswin nods. "<<if $Opetname is true>>$Oname<<else>>Oswin<</if>>, when did this happen? You…explain, please." Your mind can barely keep up with the new bit of information. He takes a deep breath and looks toward the sky as he begins. "I can't exactly remember when it happened. I think I was 18 or 19 cycles…It was after your Name Day. It's a blur now. I had completed my training with my master…um." His voice stammers. "Master Egon Sureblade." You realize that it's probably been intentional that you've never heard the man's name before. "He was the one who was hard on you?" Oswin nods again. Realization of what he's probably about to say washes over you, but you keep quiet. "Once you complete training with blademasters of a certain rapport, you must convince them to sponsor you. If you want to find work in any proper guard or…//dignified// practice, it's the route you need to take. When my training was completed, he refused to sponsor me. I was distraught. I had done everything he required, and I went above and beyond, even though he was a cruel man. My peers were even confused, some said that I could become a master as well and train others, that they'd follow me… "When I asked Egon why, he avoided giving me a straight answer. He said that I still had more to offer, and he refused to sponsor me until he saw 'the spark he was looking for.' He kept me by his side even though he had others clamoring for his tutelage, and I began to work with him. He was hired by nobles and merchants and brought me along with him. After a while, I had developed my own rapport with his clients, and they began to favor me. I started to think that I wouldn't need his sponsorship to continue my career. He had a big job coming up, something close to home, so I decided that I would complete it and then tell him to shove his sponsorship." You watch Oswin as his expression hardens as he keeps telling the story. "It was an escort job, same as any other. It was a group of merchants, ones that don't often travel, selling very expensive wares – rare gems and magical things. Not like how Nathanael operates, these things were…unique. There was an unexpected storm. It rained until it flooded, and the road was washed out. We had to find higher ground in the forest and make camp. We…we were attacked." "What?" you ask, befuddled. "In a storm in a forest?" Oswin nods. "It was absurd. There had been no signs of them, a group of bandits. We were far enough from the city that it felt…wrong. They came at us with a disadvantage just from the weather; it was odd from the start. I assumed that one of the merchants must have let information slip, and we had been followed. Me and Egon...''I'' had to fight pretty hard…" "Look, if you killed someone in self-defense…" [["Just-" he interrupts. "I'll explain."|6.O5]]

"Egon…Egon barely did anything to help. I fought and fought and fought until I was exhausted. The fighting had taken me away from camp until I faced down the last of the bandits. They were just…a scrawny kid really, but I was tired and they were fresh like they'd been waiting. They were so scrappy, too. Egon showed up, and he…he just watched. The kid kept coming at me and would not back down, trying to wear me out. They were desperate, the type of desperate when your life is at stake. I should have…I should have known something was off; they kept glancing at Egon. I kept asking him to do something, but he just kept watching." Your stomach clenches. "So," he continues. "Things escalated, and I ended up desperate, too. It just was so fast, I felt like I might die if I didn't do something. The kid got me cornered and then put me on my back. I saw an opening…" "I told you," you insist. "If it's self-defense…" "''I made a choice''," Oswin says sternly and then takes a ragged breath. "I had two openings, one was lethal and one likely wouldn't have been. I was not thinking, too stupid. I chose the lethal one." It goes quiet for a heavy moment. You watch as tears stream down his face silently. "It was as if I wasn't completely conscious, wasn't myself, and then suddenly all this…all this //red// was pouring all over me. And then the sound…I heard them take their last breaths; they were choking on blood. I saw their face in those last moments. They were so scared!" He finally sobs, leaning forward to hold his face in his hands. "They were a lost kid, and I took everything away from them!" You don't know what to do. Oswin weeps as he continues. "I tried to stem the bleeding and keep them alive, but it was too late. I //begged// Egon to help me, I offered anything he wanted, and all he did was fucking ''stare'' at me." There's no small amount of venom in his tone. [[Reach out.|6.O5a]] [[Don't reach out.|6.O5b]]

He shakes his head at you to reject your offered hand, but his eyes are screaming for comfort. <<include "6.O5ab">>

<<include "6.O5ab">>

Oswin wipes his eyes. "I tried to get their name…I tried to say I was sorry. They held my hand so tightly until they slipped away. I held them, and all I could think of was how scared they must have been, how unfair it was. They made a poor choice, and this was the price; it was too heavy a price. I thought, what if this was Emre? What if this person had siblings and parents waiting?" He heaves a sob again. "I still wonder, to this day. Whose loved one did I take away?" He falls to his knees and cries out. "Who's out there still waiting for them to come home!?" You cover your mouth and look away. The grief is palpable and makes your chest ache. He takes a few moments to sob and collect himself. His voice is raw and cracked as he continues. "I begged Egon again to tell me why he did nothing, why did he just watch… All he said was, 'You finally-" Oswin's breath stammers. "'You finally showed me…//the spark//,' and I lost my mind. $mc, something snapped in me, something broke, and it's never been right since. All I could do was stare at him in shock. And then…then he tells me that he had to set it up, that he saw no other way to get me to the level I should be at… "He //hired// them." His voice cracks. "The kid I had killed was poor, destitute, and fucking starving to death. He told them that if they could beat me…if they could beat me, he'd not only make them rich, he'd take them on as an apprentice just like that. It would set them up for life. They had no other way out, and Egon cornered them." Oswin stares intently at his hands as he continues. "He proceeds to congratulate me…my hands are covered in blood and he congratulates me on my sponsorship." Oswin raises his head to look at you, and the look in his eyes makes you startle. "I killed him," he says. "I don't even…I was so tired and he'd hardly done anything; I shouldn't have had the strength... I lunged at him and I beat him…I beat him to death. I don't remember it all, I just know that I did it. All I have are flashes of my hands around his neck and more blood. "I passed out, and when I woke up the next day, the rain had stopped. Egon was dead, and I picked up the kid and went back to find the camp. I wanted to find one of the bandits to ask who the kid was, to find their family. The merchants were in on the whole thing. The bandits that I had knocked out had their throats cut. The people I thought were clients congratulated me too, asked where Egon was so they could celebrate my sponsorship. I told them where to find the body, took my horse and the kid, and left." It's hard to be quiet, even though you're not sure yet how to respond right now. You watch Oswin, who looks impossibly tired. His green eyes meet your gaze. "Your da…your da is who helped me." "With what?" you ask. "With…all of it. We tried to identify the kid. He helped me make the pyre for them. We held a service. He held me as I cried over and over, did what he could to keep me going. I couldn't bring myself to talk to my parents; I never could. He was the only one I felt like I could trust with it. Your da may be the reason I'm still here today, I don't…I don't know. Without him, I'd have never coped." [[You kneel down and hold him to your chest.|6.Oab1]] [[You kneel and put a hand on his back.|6.Oab2]] [[You kneel next to him.|6.Oab3]]

Before your knees even hit the ground, Oswin reaches for you. He clings hard with arms around your back as he weeps in earnest. Years of compiled grief escape him in heavy sobs and streams of tears. You've never quite heard sorrow like this before. You hold him with his head over your heart as you gently try to soothe him, cradling the back of his head as you sway slightly. Time evades you as he weeps himself into an exhausted stupor. You run your fingers through his hair as you softly encourage him to sit up when he has no more tears left to cry. His face is a mess, eyes red and puffy, and cheeks damp. He looks like he's just lost a battle. As you gently wipe the last tears from his eyes, you think about what you want to say… [[You still care for him, it was an impossible situation.|6.Opositive]] $flirt_label [[He was in a horrible situation, and he needs healing. You care deeply for him.|6.Opositive][$Oswinfeels to "deep"]] [[You understand he was in a tricky situation, but this does alter your perception of him.|6.Onegative]] {Selecting this locks you out of Oswin's romance and friendship. You'll be considered neutral or distant with him.}

Your knees hit the ground, and as soon as your hand touches his back, he breaks down in tears. He curls in on himself, head pressed toward his knees as he weeps in earnest. Years of compiled grief escape him in heavy sobs and streams of tears. You've never quite heard sorrow like this before. You rub his back as you gently try to soothe him, squeezing his shoulder every so often to remind him that you're there. Time evades you as he weeps himself into an exhausted stupor. You pat his head lightly as you gently encourage him to sit up when he has no more tears left to cry. His face is a mess, eyes red and puffy, and cheeks damp. He looks like he's just lost a battle. As you gently dab away the last tears from his eyes, you think about what you want to say… [[You still care for him, it was an impossible situation.|6.Opositive]] $flirt_label [[He was in a horrible situation, and he needs healing. You care deeply for him.|6.Opositive][$Oswinfeels to "deep"]] [[You understand he was in a tricky situation, but this does alter your perception of him.|6.Onegative]] {Selecting this locks you out of Oswin's romance and friendship. You'll be considered neutral or distant with him.}

Your knees hit the ground, and he breaks down in tears. He curls in on himself, head pressed toward his knees as he weeps in earnest. Years of compiled grief escape him in heavy sobs and streams of tears. You've never quite heard sorrow like this before. You wait patiently as a silent support during his grief, maintaining a respectful silence. Time evades you as he weeps himself into an exhausted stupor. You gently encourage him to sit up when he has no more tears left to cry. His face is a mess, eyes red and puffy, and cheeks damp. He looks like he's just lost a battle. You hand him a handkerchief as you think about what you want to say… [[You still care for him, it was an impossible situation.|6.Opositive]] $flirt_label [[He was in a horrible situation, and he needs healing. You care deeply for him.|6.Opositive][$Oswinfeels to "deep"]] [[You understand he was in a tricky situation, but this does alter your perception of him.|6.Onegative]] {Selecting this locks you out of Oswin's romance and friendship. You'll be considered neutral or distant with him.}

You take a deep breath, trying to keep your own emotions in check. You want to be here for Oswin as he falls apart because you know you can help put him back together. He slumps and watches you, tears still trailing from his eyes here and there. "Now," you start. "I know you well enough that my words alone may not convince you to forgive yourself, but Oswin Twinflower, you must find mercy for your own mistakes." He sniffles and shakes his head. "I still don't know how…What I did was unforgivable." "Only to you. You were in an impossible situation. Egon orchestrated it to stress you into snapping; that much is clear. He wanted you to break. I never knew him, but he sounds awful, and I suspect that maybe he thought you needed to be more like him." Oswin nods. "He never liked my stance on killing and told me I was too soft. I didn't think it was soft to value life." "It's that value which makes what happened so hard for you. And I know you think that you maybe could have gotten away without killing that person, that there was a nonlethal way, but you were fighting for your own life. You should not forget that. When it's do or die, we fight to survive on instinct. If anything, it's closer to an accident. You did not willfully kill that person. <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>And even if Egon's death wasn't an accident in the same way, he still pressed you into doing it.<<else>>Egon got what he wanted, what he had coming.<</if>> I think deep inside you knew that, and killing him was, in your mind at that moment, justice for the kid. He's the one that set it up; you would not have killed him had you not known what he did, I'm certain." He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes, his face still scrunched up in turmoil. "Your da said similar things, but how do I start believing them? It feels like making excuses for something terrible." he asks quietly. "It's been nearly ten years, when do I forgive myself for their deaths? It gets easier with time, it does, but when I think of it or speak of it, the wound rips back open." "Then I will be here to help you close it again.<<if $interest is 'healin'>> And you know well how good I am with sutures.<</if>> There's no set schedule on when these sorts of wounds heal, and maybe they don't completely, but I also know that you're not exactly of a mind to have mercy for yourself. The fact that you have carried this level of guilt for so long is penance enough, Oswin." He looks at you with softness. "As long as you'll be there for me, I will keep trying." He takes a long breath, one that seems like a sort of peace or contentment. "I'm glad I finally told you. I think that already helps." "I'm glad you did too. <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>That truly does help me understand why you seemed so…different over the years.<<else>>Makes sense now why you were a bit prickly in the last few years.<</if>>" "It's not the only reason," he says. [[There's a spike of worry in your heart.|6.Oconfession]]

<<set $Orelationship to "lockout">> You take a deep breath, trying to keep your thoughts in check. You need to say your piece, but you don't exactly want to break the man down further either. You're not without mercy, especially since the situation was so complicated. He slumps and watches you, tears still trailing from his eyes here and there. "This is a lot to absorb," you say. "I feel for you, Oswin, but I also feel for those people. Egon wasn't a good person, and his actions played a big part in this, but I also…my perception of you has changed." Oswin nods, his face falls into an expression of defeat. "I'm glad you told me, though. It helps explain a lot about your behavior and how you've changed since we were children. I wish that you weren't subjected to such a horrible situation. It's…tricky, I know it isn't clear cut, but it's something that I don't know if I can get beyond. I do think that you should try to find ways to talk about it and make peace." "I agree," he says, voice cracked. "At least our journey so far has brought us some new friends to count on. It's been difficult for me to open up to others, but I've thought lately that maybe I could come to be good friends with one of them…" He smiles wistfully, but it doesn't reach his eyes. Oswin stands on wobbly legs, and you rise to meet him. His demeanor shifts. [["I have one final confession," he says.|6.Orejection]]

<<set $OstatCurrent to "Severed">> "I have always loved you. I'm sorry for everything. I'll leave you in peace." Oswin stalks off as you stare in shock. It's quiet, awkwardly so, even though you are alone outside. The morning has been rather intense, and you feel that you just permanently severed a connection with Oswin, at least one that will go deeper than an acquaintanceship. This will suit you fine. You were friends once, but you've both changed and gone down different paths in life. Some friendships are only meant for seasons. Still…his confession of love… [[You didn't know.|6.ODistantEnd][$Oloveknow to "no"]] [[You had suspected.|6.ODistantEnd][$Oloveknow to "yes"]]

<<if $Oloveknow is "yes">>You've had a feeling that what he felt for you was more than just friendship or some sense of duty. His hen-pecking and stewing over you seemed a bit intense for that. It was hard not to notice how he seemed to cling to you<<if $Ostat3 is 'romantic'>> No matter your feelings about him before, you can't move beyond what he did though. Something like that would always be hovering over you.<</if>><<else>>You had no idea… All of his hostility felt more like rejection. You suppose you can see it now that you think about it.<<if $Ostat3 is 'romantic'>> No matter your feelings about him before, you can't move beyond what he did, though. Something like that would always be hovering over you.<</if>><</if>> The situation was daunting and complicated, but Oswin still killed his master out of rage, and that's a line you cannot stand behind. You go home. Da is there and seems to read what happened easily just from your demeanor. He doesn't pressure you when you tell him what went on and how your conversation ended. He supports your decisions and opinions even if he feels differently. When you ask if your da knew about Oswin's feelings for you, he admits that he has known for a long time. He worked with Oswin for years to get him to make peace with his issues and tell you, if for no other reason, but to move on. <<if $Ostat3 is 'romantic'>>Your da seems a little sad that things didn't work out between you.<</if>> [[The days continue to pass…|6.42]]

"$mc Northbreaker…I love you." <<if $Ostat3 is 'romantic'>>Your heart launches right into your throat.<<else>>Shock nearly knocks you over.<</if>> Your mouth drops open. More tears leave Oswin's eyes. "I have loved you for years. I don't know when it happened, and I don't even remember when I finally understood what I felt. My feelings have been a tide that comes and goes from the shore, and when I finally knew what it all meant, I found myself already drowning. I…was so stupid about my heart. I had such guilt over how I felt about you. And then…then someone put a countdown on your life, and I realized just how much time I wasted. This journey has taught me that I am so caught up in my perception of comfort that I fail to live, and because of that, I hurt those around me. You never failed to live. You've been sick most of your life but did your best, and you fought even when it was hard. I think I want to be more like you..." He clenches his hands to his knees like he's resisting reaching out. More tears flood his already-red eyes. "I do not deserve you. I do not deserve to even feel for you. My hands are sullied and there's darkness in my heart, but I can't go on without telling you. I am selfish to my core, and I cannot lie that I want nothing more than for you to be mine. Now that you know the worst parts of me…I feel like I can finally make peace... But I will not be able to let you go until you reject me. So I ask that you release me from my torment because I want nothing more than for you to be happy with whomever your heart desires, and to be able to cheer you on as you do." [[He is who your heart desires.|6.Olove]] {Romance LOCK-IN: Oswin} [[You will reject him romantically so that he can move on but remain as friends.|6.Ofriends]] [[He's more like a brother to you, but you can remain as friend or family.|6.Ofriends][$Obrother to "true"]]

<<set $Orelationship to "love">><<set $romancelockin to true>><<set $OstatCurrent to "Partners in Love">> You love this fool so much. Gently, you reach out and grab his right hand in both of yours. You feel the strength in it, how rough it is from all his hard work in everything he does. You remember his hands when he was still Yarrow, the sweet boy who was only ever smiles and mischief. How many tears have these hands wiped away? For as strong as he is, you don't want him to ever lift another without your help. <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"Oswin Twinflower, I can't give you the release that you want so badly, because I'm not willing to. I will not let you go." <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>Your jaw quivers and your eyes sting.<<else>>You swallow hard.<</if>> "We're a good match, you know, and I don't think we should part. I don't want to. Together, we're a force. Frankly, I just like being around you." <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>You begin to lose the battle and begin to sniffle.<<else>>Your breathing goes a big ragged as you try to stay level.<</if>> "I'm not letting you go so easily.<<else>>"Oswin Twinflower, your request has been denied. I will not be releasing you from any torment because it is my turn to torment you for the rest of your life." <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>Your jaw quivers and your eyes sting.<<else>>You swallow hard.<</if>> "Two can play this game, you know. I think we're a good match. With the way you brood, I have to stick around to make sure you laugh. No one will pester you like I can, I know all the best ways under your skin, and I suspect you like that. You're not getting away from me so easily.<</if>> We've been through a lot together and apart, but I want to ensure that no matter what we go through in the future, we are always together for it." You match his gaze with a ferocious certainty. Tears pour from his eyes as he looks at you with disbelief. You raise on your knees to lean forward and cup his face in your hands. "I love you too. <<if $Ostat3 is 'friends'>>I have called us friends, but I know now that it's so much more than that.<<elseif $Ostat3 is 'romantic'>>I have known that I love you.<<if $Obigfeels is true>> I have loved you…//always//.<</if>><<elseif $Ostat3 is 'distant'>>I tried to stay away from you, but I can't deny it. I can't deny any longer how I feel, and I never want to be apart from you.<<elseif $Ostat3 is 'neutral'>>I tried to stay ambivalent, but I can't deny it. I can't deny any longer how I feel, and I never want to be apart from you.<</if>>" [[You kiss him softly.|6.Olove1]] [[You kiss him roughly.|6.Olove2]] [[He kisses you softly.|6.Olove3]] [[He kisses you roughly.|6.Olove4]] [[Both of you embrace each other.|6.Olove5]]

<<set $Orelationship to "friend">> <<set $OstatCurrent to "Forever bonded as friends">> <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>With a heavy sigh, you lean back. "I'm sorry, Oswin, I can't return your feelings, at least not in the same way. But it's brave of you to put yourself out there and confess the thoughts of your heart. I want us to stay friends.<<if $Obrother is "true">> Genuinely, I see you as more of a brother. We were raised together, your mother nursed me…and even though we've had our issues, we sort of…stuck, but in a good way. You're my family.<</if>>"<<else>>You shake your head. "I can't return your feelings, Oswin. But even so, I want us to remain friends<<if $Obrother is "true">>...family<</if>>. That shouldn't change."<</if>> He's quiet, looking at the ground. As you watch him, you expect more tears or for him to even become embarrassed, but he doesn't. There's relief on his face. And then he smiles. Oswin looks at you. "I would like that. At the core of my everything, I just want us to be together like we used to be. Maybe then I can heal, return to the version of myself that I miss so dearly.<<if $Obrother is "true">> And I would never say no to more family, you know that.<</if>>" "You're getting there already. This is a new beginning for you, you've cleared the way and unburdened yourself so you can start fresh." "I have, I feel…I feel so relieved." He chuckles, his smile widens. "Will it be difficult for you?" you ask, concerned that his romantic feelings may be another hardship on top of many. He shakes his head. "Will I mourn? Yes. But I needed this, and I have not lost you, and that is worth celebrating. This will help me move on. I…I sort of had a feeling that you may not return my feelings, but where there is love, there is always hope, no matter how small.<<if $Obrother is "true">> And if I'm family, you can't get rid of me so easily.<</if>>" He grins. "Well, I didn't want to crush your hope," you lament, wondering if the smile is just for show. "No, no, don't think of it like that. It's…it's truly a relief. I've held on to those words for so long, and now I've faced my fears, and you've been gracious. I was most frightened of losing a friend, not gaining a lover." You sigh with relief. "I don't want to hurt you, so if you need something, you can talk to me. I can give you space." He shakes his head. "I don't want space; I feel like that will just be me hiding again. I need to face this directly. If I'm intentional in addressing my feelings, I think I'll be better for it, and I can put them to rest and turn them into something better for both of us. I do…I think I'd like to take some time alone today, of course." "Of course…" [[You ask if he would like a hug just as and extra show of support.|6.OFhug]] [[You clasp your arm with his to solidify your bond.|6.OFhand]]

Leaning forward, you capture his lips with yours in a gentle kiss. You can feel the way his jaw is trembling, but he responds readily. It's sweet and brief, and as you pull away to look at him, he gives you a radiant smile. There's hope in his eyes again. Oswin grabs your upper arms suddenly and brings you toward his lips once more. He slides one hand up to the back of your neck as he presses a longer kiss to your mouth. You're not sure where he's going yet, and you think he may not either. He pulls away slightly before peppering small kisses along your lips awkwardly and then pulling away completely. "I have no idea what I'm doing," he says. You try not to laugh, at least right away. "We'll figure out what we like, okay?" He nods. His eyes don't leave yours. "Is this real?" he asks. "Is this really real?" Lightly, you peck his lips again. "It's real." <<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>You lean in and whisper, "I love you<<if $Opetname is true>>, $Oname<</if>>."<<else>>You smirk. "I love you<<if $Opetname is true>>, $Oname<</if>>."<</if>> Oswin shudders. "I can't believe this. I was prepared for a rejection. I was //convinced// and even made plans to go…" "Go?" Red fills the tips of his ears. "I was going to take some time to myself…" He lowers his voice. "To cry, likely…as if I haven't done enough of that already." He rubs his face. "Your parents and Emre are rubbing off on me." You run your hand along his jaw, feeling the rough stubble. "You're just finally letting yourself feel again. It might be hard for a while. We talked about that before. As you come to terms with everything, it may be hard. It's good for you to let it out." He places his hand over yours. "With you by my side, I know it will be okay." You smile, but there's a sting in your heart. What if the curse kills you? [[Share your worries.|6.OLcurse1]] [[Keep your worries.|6.OLcurse2]] [[You refuse to let the curse bring you down. You disregard the thought entirely.|6.OLcurse3]]

Rushing him, you both fall over in a heap. You can't stand a moment away from his lips and lock with his in haste. He yelps in surprise at first, but groans in approval once he realizes what's happening. He tries to match your lips, fumbling but insistent. His arms come around you, circling your back as you pin him. You nip and suck at his lips before slipping your tongue in to find his. Oswin makes a surprised noise but tries to keep up. The grip he has on your back suddenly tightens. It's sloppy, rough, and a bit frantic. Finally, he pushes you up and takes a breath as if he had just been swimming beneath water. While Oswin catches some air, you try not to laugh. "I have no idea what I'm doing," he says after a ragged breath. "When do you breathe!?" This time, you do laugh. "You'll get used to it." He nods. His eyes don't leave yours. "Is this real?" he asks. "Is this really real?" Lightly, you peck his lips again. "It's real." <<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>You lean in and whisper, "I love you<<if $Opetname is true>>, $Oname<</if>>."<<else>>You smirk. "I love you<<if $Opetname is true>>, $Oname<</if>>."<</if>> Oswin shudders. "I can't believe this. I was prepared for a rejection. I was //convinced// and even made plans to go…" "Go?" Red fills the tips of his ears. "I was going to take some time to myself…" He lowers his voice. "To cry, likely…as if I haven't done enough of that already." He rubs his face. "Your parents and Emre are rubbing off on me." You run your hand along his jaw, feeling the rough stubble. "You're just finally letting yourself feel again. It might be hard for a while. We talked about that before. As you come to terms with everything, it may be hard. It's good for you to let it out." He places his hand over yours. "With you by my side, I know it will be okay." You smile, but there's a sting in your heart. What if the curse kills you? [[Share your worries.|6.OLcurse1]] [[Keep your worries.|6.OLcurse2]] [[You refuse to let the curse bring you down. You disregard the thought entirely.|6.OLcurse3]]

He lifts a hand to your chin as he leans in. His hand is shaking, and his eyes dart from your lips to your eyes over and over. Oswin swallows hard and then bridges the gap between you. He brushes his lips lightly against yours and then pulls back as if they are scorching hot. He takes a breath and watches you carefully. When you simply wait, he leans forward again to place a longer kiss to your lips, sliding one hand to the back of your neck as he presses longer and longer kisses to your mouth. You're not sure where he's going yet, and you think he may not either. He pulls away slightly before peppering small kisses along your lips awkwardly and then pulling away completely. "I have no idea what I'm doing," he says. You try not to laugh, at least right away. "We'll figure out what we like, okay?" He nods. His eyes don't leave yours. "Is this real?" he asks. "Is this really real?" Lightly, you peck his lips again. "It's real." <<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>You lean in and whisper, "I love you<<if $Opetname is true>>, $Oname<</if>>."<<else>>You smirk. "I love you<<if $Opetname is true>>, $Oname<</if>>."<</if>> Oswin shudders. "I can't believe this. I was prepared for a rejection. I was //convinced// and even made plans to go…" "Go?" Red fills the tips of his ears. "I was going to take some time to myself…" He lowers his voice. "To cry, likely…as if I haven't done enough of that already." He rubs his face. "Your parents and Emre are rubbing off on me." You run your hand along his jaw, feeling the rough stubble. "You're just finally letting yourself feel again. It might be hard for a while. We talked about that before. As you come to terms with everything, it may be hard. It's good for you to let it out." He places his hand over yours. "With you by my side, I know it will be okay." You smile, but there's a sting in your heart. What if the curse kills you? [[Share your worries.|6.OLcurse1]] [[Keep your worries.|6.OLcurse2]] [[You refuse to let the curse bring you down. You disregard the thought entirely.|6.OLcurse3]]

There's a sudden stillness between you that feels like a war of wills. Oswin stares at your lips, and you note the strange look that comes over his eyes right before you are pushed to the ground. He's over you in an instant, and you feel his lips press against yours in a hard kiss. He pulls away suddenly and watches you carefully with uncertainty in his eyes. But when you wrap your arms around him and pull him toward you, the fire returns, and he presses his mouth to yours with more insistence. It's sloppy, rough, and a bit frantic. Finally, he pulls off of you and takes a breath as if he had just been swimming beneath water. While Oswin catches some air, you try not to laugh. "I have no idea what I'm doing," he says after a ragged breath. "When do you breathe!?" This time, you do laugh. "We'll figure it out." He nods. His eyes don't leave yours. "Is this real?" he asks. "Is this really real?" Lightly, you peck his lips again. "It's real." <<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>You lean in and whisper, "I love you<<if $Opetname is true>>, $Oname<</if>>."<<else>>You smirk. "I love you<<if $Opetname is true>>, $Oname<</if>>."<</if>> Oswin shudders. "I can't believe this. I was prepared for a rejection. I was //convinced// and even made plans to go…" "Go?" Red fills the tips of his ears. "I was going to take some time to myself…" He lowers his voice. "To cry, likely…as if I haven't done enough of that already." He rubs his face. "Your parents and Emre are rubbing off on me." You run your hand along his jaw, feeling the rough stubble. "You're just finally letting yourself feel again. It might be hard for a while. We talked about that before. As you come to terms with everything, it may be hard. It's good for you to let it out." He places his hand over yours. "With you by my side, I know it will be okay." You smile, but there's a sting in your heart. What if the curse kills you? [[Share your worries.|6.OLcurse1]] [[Keep your worries.|6.OLcurse2]] [[You refuse to let the curse bring you down. You disregard the thought entirely.|6.OLcurse3]]

The joy on his face is palpable. He reaches for you and then hesitates, but you bridge the gap. You embrace each other firmly. Oswin trembles under your arms. He rests his head on your shoulder as you rub his back and enjoy his warmth. The silence between you isn't harsh, it's welcoming, like coming home all over again. After a long moment, he pulls away and looks at you with sweet softness. His eyes don't leave yours. "Is this real?" he asks lowly. "Is this really real?" Lightly, you peck his lips again. "It's real." <<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>You lean in and whisper, "I love you<<if $Opetname is true>>, $Oname<</if>>."<<else>>You smirk. "I love you<<if $Opetname is true>>, $Oname<</if>>."<</if>> Oswin shudders. "I can't believe this. I was prepared for a rejection. I was //convinced// and even made plans to go…" "Go?" Red fills the tips of his ears. "I was going to take some time to myself…" He lowers his voice. "To cry, likely…as if I haven't done enough of that already." He rubs his face. "Your parents and Emre are rubbing off on me." You run your hand along his jaw, feeling the rough stubble. "You're just finally letting yourself feel again. It might be hard for a while. We talked about that before. As you come to terms with everything, it may be hard. It's good for you to let it out." He places his hand over yours. "With you by my side, I know it will be okay." You smile, but there's a sting in your heart. What if the curse kills you? [[Share your worries.|6.OLcurse1]] [[Keep your worries.|6.OLcurse2]] [[You refuse to let the curse bring you down. You disregard the thought entirely.|6.OLcurse3]]

<<set $cursestress +=2>><<set $Odie to true>><<set $Odietold to true>> Oswin can tell something is on your mind right away. His expression shifts. "I won't burden you too much…" "It's not that," you say quickly. "Not that at all. I want you to share your troubles with me. It's just…Oswin, I'm worried that we won't have //time//. What if I…" "That won't happen," he says sternly. "We're going to figure this out. It was a rough start, but we've still managed to assemble a team. Even if it takes until winter, when we can meet Casimir. We'll make it happen." You take a breath, feeling a bit better. If nothing else, his tenacity is reassuring. Oswin moves to stand and offers you a hand up as well. He seems tired but happy – very happy. There's a pleasant feeling in your bones knowing that you're the reason the air around him feels lighter now. [[He looks at you, neck and cheeks tinged in red.|6.Orelationshiptalk]]

<<set $cursestress +=5>><<set $Odie to true>> Oswin can tell something is on your mind right away. His expression shifts. "I won't burden you too much…" "It's not that," you say quickly. "Not that at all. I want you to share your troubles with me. I'm just…still a little amazed that my day turned out like this." You smile, and it's at least half genuine. The worries begin to leave as you distract yourself. As long as Oswin doesn't get upset and you don't think about it, it will be okay. Oswin moves to stand and offers you a hand up as well. He seems tired but happy – very happy. There's a pleasant feeling in your bones knowing that you're the reason the air around him feels lighter now. [[He looks at you, neck and cheeks tinged in red.|6.Orelationshiptalk]]

<<set $cursestress -=1>> You shake yourself out of the idea. It's preposterous. You have your whole life ahead of you, and with Oswin at your side, you have a whole new heap of motivation to make this work. You're going to beat it – for yourself, your family, and…for him, the man you love. Oswin looks at you and cocks his head. "What?" "What?" you repeat, trying to look inconspicuous. He chuckles. "As my mother would say, 'you look like you're stealing cookies.'" "The only cookie I'm stealing is you," you quip. Oswin rolls his eyes at you, moves to stand, and offers you a hand up as well. He seems tired but happy – very happy. There's a pleasant feeling in your bones knowing that you're the reason the air around him feels lighter now. [[He looks at you, neck and cheeks tinged in red.|6.Orelationshiptalk]]

"Are you okay?" you ask. He nods. "More than okay, but…please, forgive me for doing this now, but I really don't know how these things work. We're…are we partners now? Lo- lovers?" Oswin worries his lip, as his cheeks get darker and darker. "Yes," you say with a small smile. <<if $romance is 'nointerest'>>"I hadn't had much of an interest in these things before. We'll learn together."<<elseif $romance is 'experience'>>"I've had a bit of experience, but it's a bit different for every couple. We'll figure it out."<<elseif $romance is 'onlyphysical'>>"I've mainly had physical experience, so it'll be new in some respects for me too. We'll figure it out."<<elseif $romance is 'feelingsnophys'>>"I haven't exactly had a lot of experience either. We'll figure it out."<<elseif $romance is 'interestednoxp'>"I haven't exactly had a lot of experience either. We'll figure it out.">><</if>> "Okay, okay…I think I'll end up making a fool of myself, so please…" He stops and thinks. "At least, if you poke fun, do it gently." You laugh. "Okay, I can do that." "And I have an important question. We can talk about other details later; it's been a very heavy morning, and we probably both need to relax a while. But, I need to know if you…Do you want…" He sucks in a breath. "Apologies, I feel stupid about asking. Is…" He lowers his voice to a whisper. "Is //touching// okay? I'm sorry if now isn't the time, but I just want to be sure so I don't hug or kiss you and it be unpleasant." He shifts nervously, looking completely embarrassed. [[You're fine with all affection including sexual.|6.ORomanticEnd][$touching to "all"]] [[You're fine with all affection but not sexual.|6.ORomanticEnd][$touching to "allbutsex"]] [[You do not want to have extraneous physical touch.|6.ORomanticEnd][$touching to "none"]] {Note: This option may not //eliminate// touch. Oswin will sometimes ask first for some touching, such as putting a hand on your shoulder. There may be some touch in passing, but nothing overly romantic or sexual.}

With that important aspect cleared, Oswin walks home with you, even though he will need to double back to take himself home. But…he says he doesn't want to be apart so soon, and you can't say no to that. <<if $touching is "none">>He walks close to your side.<<else>>He holds your hand the entire way, apologizing each time he accidentally grazes your side with his knuckles.<</if>> His face has turned shades darker, enough that you begin to worry if so much warm blood in his face is good for him. Not that you planned on keeping your new relationship a secret, but your parents spot you from the porch as you near the house. <<if $touching is "none">>Da whoops and jumps on his good leg when he notices your proximity.<<else>>Da whoops and jumps on his good leg when he notices your hands are clasped.<</if>> Papa's entire beard is practically up to his ears with his smile. For the first time, you feel that Oswin might be frightened of your parents. He goes especially rigid and quiet as he drops you off. Though Da ruffles his hair and hugs him, Papa pats his back. As soon as you're through the door and Oswin is heading back home, you are peppered with a thousand questions. Both of your parents are as excited as school children with candy; even your papa wants to know all the details of your sudden romance. They decide to make something nice for dinner to celebrate, and despite your age, you also get a lecture about boundaries. It makes you smile. No matter how old you get…your parents will always be your parents. [[The days continue to pass…|6.42]]

"Would it be okay for me to hug you? I don't want to hurt you if it's too much right now…" "I would like that, thank you," he says. You lean forward and wrap your arms around him. He shakes a bit under your arms, but holds you tightly. When you release him, he dabs his eyes and is smiling. He chuckles. "My emotions are all over the place, $mc. I feel lighter now than I have in…in so many years." The relief in his tone is clear, even if his face is a bit of a mess. You frown at the sight of his tears. "But you're…you're crying again." "I'm happy and I'm a little sad too, but mostly happy. I have confessed my darkest secrets, and I still have my friend. I will be fine, and I feel more capable of facing these things now, more hopeful." "I'll always care for you as my friend, and I'll be here for you as you work through them." [[Oswin shares a warm smile with you.|6.OFriendEnd]]

You extend your arm out and he immediately slaps his to yours, clutching your forearm with a big smile. His smile is watery, but he looks proud despite the sheen in his eyes. He chuckles. "My emotions are all over the place, $mc. I feel lighter now than I have in…in so many years." The relief in his tone is clear, even if his face is a bit of a mess. You frown at the sight of his tears. "But you're…you're crying again." "I'm happy and I'm a little sad too, but mostly happy. I have confessed my darkest secrets, and I still have my friend. I will be fine, and I feel more capable of facing these things now, more hopeful." "I'll always care for you as my friend, and I'll be here for you as you work through them." [[Oswin shares a warm smile with you.|6.OFriendEnd]]

With the air cleared, you return home. Oswin walks with you part of the way, before heading off to the woods for some time alone. He reassures you and tells you not to worry – that it will be a process to work through his feelings, but he knows that it will be okay. When you return alone, Da finds you and peppers you with concerned questions. He knows all of Oswin's secrets already, so you explain everything that happened. He's relieved to know that you're still friends. Papa joins you soon after, but doesn't press you too much about what happened. <<if $Ostat3 is 'romantic'>>Both of them are remorseful for you that your feelings shifted so suddenly, and they fret about your heart being broken over it all.<</if>> They decide that the best way to recover from such an emotion-packed morning is with a big dinner. You spend the rest of the day in the kitchen with your parents making bread and sweets before cooking a large meal for the night. [[The days continue to pass…|6.42]]

Day after day, your training continues, as does your regular schedule with Rune's magic lessons. You're beginning to feel a little worried about how everything seems to simply be settling in while you are very much still cursed. So far, you've still had no backlash from the magic lessons, though Rune is sure to provide raw power, which you absorb. It makes you winded and sometimes gives you a headache, but doesn't seem to make you ill. Your parents are also restless about the feelings of being at a standstill with a solution. There's an anticipation that you need to start moving toward the next steps. A meeting has been called to gather everyone to make a solid plan and also see if Aster has learned anything new. He's studied you a few more times and has been remarkably quiet, staying locked in his room at the tavern. Almost everyone has arrived. Your da fusses over the meal for your companions as Papa makes them comfortable. Aster and Oswin have yet to arrive and are very late. You wonder if they're coming together, which worries you a bit given their record for getting along… <<if $Orelationship is "lockout">>Oswin has maintained a respectful distance from you. He's more business-like than anything. You expected a bit of hostility, but he doesn't act phased, at least to your face.<<elseif $Orelationship is "friend">>Oswin has been friendly. He's taken some space to himself here and there, but he seems lighter and happier each day. You think he may be laughing more.<<elseif $Orelationship is "love">>Oswin has been sweet. He still has moments where there is something far-off about his eyes, but he's been happier, more at peace. Though he's also been as nervous as a cat on barbed wire at times. <<if $touching is "none">>He's thoughtful not to invade your personal space and takes solace in your company.<<else>>Even if it makes him embarrassed, he likes to be affectionate with you.<</if>><</if>> The group makes conversation while you all wait. You catch Zahn sneaking food twice, cheeks puffed out like a particularly wily squirrel. Duri has been pacing, looking oddly anxious. You think it may be the anticipation of everyone being together, but when you ask, $Dheshe says that something feels off about the night. [[Before you can ask more, the door bursts open.|6.43]]

Everyone hops from their seats in alarm, but it is only Emre coming through, so they settle – initially. You rush to meet your best friend, fretting that something may be wrong with his family. His face is red and he's panting hard for air. He leans over, with hands on his knees, trying to speak. "Catch your breath first, Emre," you chide as you meet him. He shakes his head. "People…people are coming. Group, armed." He breathes and coughs. "They're coming here." "What!?" your da exclaims. "What people?" Emre continues. "Oswin sent me while he and Ma arm themselves. My papa took Willow and the children into the woods, and I came here to warn you." Your da approaches quickly, limping but able. "Who is it? Who?" "Oswin said it's King Amalrick's men… They're crossing through town. They asked around specifically about where you lived and someone told them. Sage and Poppy found out and warned us." A chill runs down your back and arms as you look at your parents. Da looks to Papa, who nods in return. Da straightens. "Everyone who can wield a weapon, grab it. Emre, go, get to your family and stay clear. Go as far as possible from Stonebrook as you can." Your father's instructions alarm you, and then you also remember that Emre said that Betony was arming herself…What is going on that the midwife is taking up arms? "Who are these people, Da?" you ask. Emre grabs your arm, snapping your attention. "I have to go. But…be safe. They're soldiers, $mc. They're here for a fight. You have to be safe…I don't…" He sobs. "I don't want to leave you, I don't. But…my babies, my wife… Promise me that I'll see you again." <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>You slap your hand over his to seal the promise. "I will. Don't worry, I will. Go to your family and keep them safe."<<else>>You place your hand on his and squeeze to seal the promise. "You can't be so lucky to get rid of me, you know that…No, go be a family man, maybe then that mustache will start coming in a bit better."<</if>> He tries to smile, tears rolling down his face. And then he's running out the door. <<if $interest is 'choppin'>>Papa thrusts your axe into your hands. You grip the familiar tool hard. You've always been strong to wield it, but after your lessons, you know how to better use it as a weapon as well.<<elseif $interest is 'swordin'>>Papa thrusts your sword into your hands. The familiar weight of the weapon helps you center yourself for what's to come.<<elseif $interest is 'archin'>>Papa thrusts your bow into your hands. The familiar weight of the weapon helps you center yourself for what's to come.<<else>>Papa thrusts your training sword into your hands. You've worked hard and you know a lot more than you did, but are you ready for a fight like this?<</if>> What is this ensuing fight even about? What would the king in Tallulah even want with your family? There's no time to question anything. Zahn grabs $Zhisher bow. You watch as Rune gets $Rhisher staff, which elongates with a flip of $Rhisher wrist. Duri has gone quiet, watching intently out of a window at the front of the house. Your papa has his axe, and your da gets his bow. [[Once everyone is prepared, you file outside.|6.44]]

After everyone is out, Papa lifts your da to the porch roof. It provides very little cover, but will give a great vantage point to shoot. You shiver again…this is happening. Your fathers are at risk, your friends are at risk, you are at risk. Duri paces close to you, and you notice a subtle glow from $Dhisher eyes. It isn't long before $wolf is running to be at your side. She's quiet, ears forward toward town as she stands guard at your heel. And then…you see them. A large group comes down the road, most on foot, but some on horseback. They march at a leisurely but sure pace. You recognize a figure prominent on a white horse – Ansar – clad in white and baby blue robes. "//Fucking figures//," da spits, tone laced with venom. Everyone fans out a bit, covering the front yard to the road. Duri stays next to you with $wolf.<<if $Orelationship is "love">> Anxiety hits you as you think about Oswin. The group would have passed the Twinflower home. Where is he? Is he safe?<<elseif $Orelationship is "friend">>You worry for Oswin, wondering if the soldiers attacked him on the way.<<else>>You wonder if Oswin decided to abandon you…<</if>> As the troupe gets closer, you try to count their numbers, but lose track as soon as you notice two horrible-looking creatures in chains at the center of them all. They're tall even on all fours, about the size of a bear but much too thin. The fur is black and grey but mangy. The curve of their shoulders and hips protrudes far too much; their skin sags. Large fangs protrude from their floppy jowls, and their eyes are pits of black. "What are //those//?" Zahn asks, voice ripe with panic. Rune and Duri answer in unison. "Demons." Your heart races. "Demons…demons look like emaciated bears!?" Duri sneers. You note that $Dhisher fangs have popped out. "The bears are long dead. Demons are just magic that's been corrupted. They've fused it to the bears. It's like a puppet with razors on its feet and knives for teeth." You steel yourself as Ansar approaches, looking smug as he leads the group of soldiers. The uniforms they wear are the same as those worn by the soldiers you saw in Codrin, black with the emblem of a large gold bird on the sleeves. Most of the foot soldiers wear simple leather armor over the top of it. They carry swords, but a few have shields as well, and there are archers in the back. Two of the soldiers, a man and a woman, are mounted on large horses and have metal plating along their chest armor. You think they must be generals of some kind. They dismount as they close in, taking positions clearly meant to guard the mage. Ansar smiles. "Hello again, old friend," he says, staring at your da. "Fuck you!" Da yells, drawing the bow. The soldiers flinch and raise their weapons, but Ansar stills them with a wave of his hand. "Now, now, we can resolve this easily. All it takes is your precious bundle of joy." You jerk back in surprise. Da scoffs. "I say again, fuck you." The mage sighs and folds his arms. "We won't hurt $himher, you have my word and the word of the king. He just wants to see his own grandchild. Would you really deny him such a thing?" You nearly choke. //Grandchild!?// Your da stands and yells, "My $sondtrchild is not his grandchild! He lost the right to call us family years ago! You will not take $himher, I'll kill you with my own hands if I have to!" Ansar's lips curl. "Rich, coming from you. This is what you get, little prince. You've had ample mercy, time to say your goodbyes. Your precious little babe is a curse on the entire world unless handled appropriately for the betterment of mankind. Again, you paint your father as a villain when he is simply doing what is best for Iroda." Da scoffs. "Now we all know that is a lie. My father would never do anything good for the common man." [[The soldiers all suddenly flinch, half of them turning around.|6.45]]

Oswin, Aster, Betony, and even the twins pull up behind the group all on horses. Everyone but Aster dismounts. The soldiers adjust their stance to protect the flank of their group. They're all armed. Oswin wears his full set of leather armor. Aster is in a padded gambeson with crossbow loaded and ready. The twins wear no armor but are covered in a sheen of green light as a myriad of //daggers// float around them. You pause as you see Betony – she's wielding a //halberd//. Betony Twinflower, the midwife who nursed you to health and chased you with a spoon for stealing cookies, is holding a halberd and wearing metal pauldrons with her apron. The soldiers laugh when they notice her. One of the previously mounted generals, an older gentleman with greying hair and a large mustache, gestures toward her. "Well, if it is the Marauder of Mahdeh! I always wondered what happened to you. Did you lose some of your armor there?" He laughs, which sends a flurry of jeering from the others. Betony effortlessly whirls the halberd to point at the man. "You nurse five children and see how well your chestplate fits after, you idiot. Mock all you want, but these hips have borne four and could crush that little brain of yours before it manages enough friction for a coherent thought! You don't get to march into //my// territory and threaten any of //my babies// without getting skewered!" As the soldier begins to argue, Ansar silences him with a simple gesture. "No need for all the posturing – except for me, of course." He gestures toward the demons. "These are all the threat we need to make our point. Give us the cursed //creature// or we set them loose upon you." Duri leaves your side, mumbling that it's $Dhisher turn, and draws everyone's attention. "They won't be a problem for me!" $Dheshe says proudly with a big smile before reaching for the pin on $Dhisher robes. You watch as Duri's clothing slips and falls to the ground. Several of the soldiers laugh, point, and whistle. Papa looks mortified, gesturing wildly for Duri to put $Dhisher clothes back on. <<if $Orelationship is "love">>Duri turns to look at you and then winks.<<else>><<if $Dstat is 'romantic'>>Duri raises $Dhisher face to your da. "...Sorry, Kip…um, sir. We've kept a secret from you."<</if>>Duri turns to look at you and then winks.<</if>> A golden light shines from $Dhisher eyes. The soldiers startle as the light flashes. The great wolf is formed, sending some of them reeling, tripping over themselves in their haste to back away. The gold light from the magic swirls around $Dhimher like smoke. There's a clamor; they're shaken. Duri stands before them, large and snarling, ears back against $Dhisher head and fur on end, making $Dhimher look even larger. A chorus of howling erupts around you from every dog in the area. Ansar calms his team and sighs. "How cute," he drawls. [[Rune draws the opposing mage's attention next.|6.46]]

$Rcapitalheshe smiles. "I don't know, Ansar, I think I like our odds against your little gaggle. I don't know what you're //really// up to, but you always did have a penchant for using people. Taking the side of whoever you deemed the strongest so you could cower in their shadow. Seems like more of the same to me." Ansar replies, "Says the spoiled child who shunned all responsibility. You're ''pathetic''. You had it all, and you left it so you could frolic through Iroda to //sing//. You should have been something to this world, but you ran away. And didn't you claim to detest violence?" Rune responds by twirling $Rhisher staff, holding it across $Rhisher torso. Purple magic burst from $Rhisher hands, traveling up the shaft to the top, where it collects to form a large and noticeably solid blade – a scythe of purple and gold. The energy radiating from the mage makes your hair stand on end. It's different from how it felt before, like the nurturing of a parent. This feels…larger than life, malevolent and consuming. You note the subtle shifting of everyone around you and realize that your mage is making the first move. Papa braces and watches, Zahn is poised with $Zhisher bow, and Duri is eerily still and watching for a signal. You grip your weapon and follow Rune's lead. This is it.<<if $Orelationship is "love">> Oswin meets your eye across the group of soldiers. He nods at you – a silent promise.<</if>> Rune moves, getting further from everyone else and closer to the soldiers who are readying their weapons. "You know what I'm like when I've decided something. And I've decided to see this through, and frankly, I have been dying for a chance to hit you //for years//. And as a matter of fact, I do detest violence, but that doesn't mean that I'm not good at it!" Rune slams the butt of $Rhisher staff into the ground, causing an eruption of magic from beneath the soil, knocking the soldiers over and panicking their horses as shards of pure magic shoot from below. [[The battle erupts as the ground shakes.|6.47]]

Rune's initial attack takes out a few of the soldiers and sends two fleeing. The demons are released from their chains, but Duri intercepts them, drawing their attention and taking them away from the rest of you. Papa charges a group of swordsmen, most of whom look frightened of him. Da and Zahn begin to fire their bows at the other archers before they can rain down arrows on your group. Zahn zips around the battlefield with ease, taking pot-shots to create mayhem in their ranks. With bright flashes of blue and purple, Ansar and Rune clash. Ansar wields his magic with just his hands, but Rune channels through $Rhisher staff, while slashing with the scythe blade $Rheshe has made at the top. The soldiers stay clear, though it is evident that the higher-ranking ones are conflicted, wanting to protect their mage. You can't readily see the others, but you hear Betony yelling threats followed by the screams of some of the king's men. <<if $interest is 'choppin'>>You go to work with your axe, rushing to Papa's side to help him with the group trying to take him down.<<elseif $interest is 'swordin'>>You head into the fray on the front line close to Rune, met with a group of swordsman and one of the higher ranking soldiers.<<elseif $interest is 'archin'>>You scuttle back to get clear to make your shots, firing between the frontline group and the team that is trying to take your papa down.<<else>>You don't have a choice but to defend yourself. You call on your recent lessons, staying to the edge of the battlefield and crossing swords with the few that filter through the line at you.<</if>> The kingsmen keep you on your toes, but you try to watch out for your family and friends in the fray. The clash is loud, made unnerving by the sounds of Duri fighting the demons. Duri's snarls are intense, but the demon bears are just as bad – sounding like the roar of normal bears but corrupted and ugly, otherworldly and wrong. The battlefield is lit up with magic and explosions from the mages. You're <<cycle "$fightfeeling" autoselect>><<option "determined">><<option "scared">><</cycle>>. An arrow strikes the edge of your hip, cutting through the skin deeply as it whizzes past. It makes you lose your focus and balance as your leg jolts from the force. <<if $interest is 'choppin'>>Papa is next to you in a flash, keeping the other men off of you while you regain your footing.<<elseif $interest is 'swordin'>>Oswin charges for you as the soldiers swoop in to take advantage. He rushes them, drawing their attention away.<<elseif $interest is 'archin'>>Your da and Zahn cover you, rapid-firing arrows at anyone who would dare to try and take advantage while you regain your footing.<<else>>A group of three suddenly descend upon you to take advantage before you can regain your footing. You scramble, unsure of what to do when daggers fly from nowhere and strike them, only to flutter away and come back down again and again like a flock of angry ravens. Glancing over, you see the twins, glowing green as they wave their hands to direct their knives. You shiver.<</if>> $wolf bolts from somewhere, latching on to one of the men and dragging him down to the ground with a vicious snarl. Her coat is spattered with blood. She's been fighting just as hard as anyone to protect your flank. [[There's a tremendous scream.|6.48]]

Almost everyone flinches and snaps their eyes to the fight between the demons and the demigod. Duri has one of them by the head, and it //shrieks// with an otherworldly voice as it claws to get out of Duri's mouth. The other takes advantage, attacking $Dhisher side with vicious swipes of long claws. But the demigod doesn't flinch as $Dheshe pulls and pulls – until the demon's head is severed completely. Black blood splatters across Duri's grey and white coat and drips from $Dhisher mouth. $Dcapitalheshe doesn't pause, immediately lunging for the other one. Two more of the king's men are shaken by the sight and begin to flee into the woods. Their leaders yell for them to return, but they go unheeded. Their ranks have thinned. Many lie on the ground unconscious and bleeding. You finally see Aster riding upon Samra as he loads his bow to take down some of the other archers, who have also mounted up. Betony and Oswin are fighting back to back with a line of downed soldiers around them. You've never seen the Twinflower matriarch like this, and you make a note to never truly anger her. You never got a count of attackers, but they easily outnumbered you before. With their mage and demons kept busy, your family, friends, and neighbors have turned into quite the small army. <<if $interest is 'choppin'>>Though these soldiers are trained and challenging for you, they cannot come close to matching your strength. They may have more finesse, but they will never match you in raw power. Between you and your papa, you have defeated and frightened off a significant portion of the thugs.<<elseif $interest is 'swordin'>>Though these soldiers can somewhat match your strength and finesse, they're much too rigid. They cannot think on their feet like you can; there's no art to their movements, and it's pathetically easy to read their strikes and footwork. You take out a large group almost on your own with backup from your da.<<elseif $interest is 'archin'>>Though these soldiers are trained, they are no match for your tenacity and accuracy. You take several out by disarming them and work with Zahn to create confusion and fear throughout the entire battlefield. Before long, all of your aggressors are anxiously checking their flank, expecting an arrow to the back when they least suspect it.<<else>>You struggle against the trained soldiers. Your lessons have helped, but you still need work. But not once are you alone. Everyone keeps an eye out for each other. Your da covers you most of all, like a guardian bird watching his chicks in the nest. Zahn dances around you, popping off shot after shot to force the thugs to give you space.<</if>> The twins and Betony are ruthless. Even if their aim isn't to kill these people, they have made the battlefield bloody. Not one of the soldiers seems to be without stab wounds. <<if $fightfeeling is "determined">>You know you can win this, just another big push and you'll take the victory.<<else>>It looks promising, but you're still scared. Even if you win this fight, what will the cost be? Will someone you love get hurt?<</if>> [[There's a bright purple flash.|6.49]]

It grabs your attention, and you see Ansar being blown back. It's been difficult to catch much of their fight, but Rune is breathing heavily and the most disheveled you've ever seen $Rhimher. There's blood on the purple blade of $Rhisher scythe, and Ansar is bleeding from his side. Both of the mages are glowing in the respective colors. Ansar doesn't look like he's going to back down. The blue of his magic coalesces around him and in his hands. "We'll end this here!" he yells. Rune responds by crossing $Rhisher body with the scythe and bracing as Ansar releases a bright beam right at $Rhimher. As the magic hits Rune's staff, a shock wave of light and force pushes everyone else back. You and several others are knocked off your feet. You hear the last demon shrieking like the other did before Duri killed it. Many of the soldiers are down, but there's still chaos and blood all around you. [[You hear your da scream.|6.50]]

Heart in your throat, you snap your gaze to where he is on the porch roof. His bow dangles off the edge, and the older general, the one who mocked Betony, is on top of him. Da is bleeding and has no weapon as the man tries to stab him with a knife; your da desperately holds the man's arms at bay. As soon as you're getting to your feet, two soldiers are on you. No one is there to help – not you or your da. <<if $interest is 'choppin'>>You flail your axe wildly around to push them back so you can get away to reach your da, but they block you.<<elseif $interest is 'swordin'>>You flail your sword wildly around to push them back so you can get away to reach your da, but they block you.<<elseif $interest is 'archin'>>Too close to shoot, you resort to swinging your bow at them to gain ground to help your da, but the block you.<<else>>You try to swing your sword to force them to give you space to help your da, but they block you and knock your sword out of your hand.<</if>> It's all you can do to hold your ground as you watch your da struggle against the much larger man. The soldiers around you don't readily try to maim you – you know they will try to take you alive at best and wounded at worst. You hear Papa call out desperately as he tries to break through a group blocking his route. There's no one. No one can get to him. You rush the people blocking your path, but they grab on, restraining you as you fight and yell for your da. They begin to drag you away, trying to take you to the ground. You watch helplessly as the soldier fights for control of the knife with your da. There's more blood. You claw desperately to get to him any way you can, reaching your hand out. <<if $fightfeeling is "determined">>Rage and frustration bubble up inside of you<<else>>Desperation and terror bubble up inside of you<</if>> as you reach out toward the man accosting your father and <span id="r1" class="look"><<link "scream for him to stop.">><<reveal "r1" "raw power boils within you." "puthimdown">><</link>></span>

[[KILL HIM]] [[PUSH HIM]] <<timed 3s>><<goto "KILL HIM">><</timed>>

<<set $phasers to "kill">> A flash of brilliant $magiccolor energy jolts from your hand. It surges through the air before striking the aggressor in the heart and throwing him clear from the roof. The group holding you back lets you go and begins to flee, stumbling over themselves as they try to get away in a panic. Your da scrambles backward, even though the man was blown off the roof and poses no more threat. He looks at you with relief in his eyes. There's another flash of color, this time Rune in a final big push against Ansar's attack. The offending mage is blown back clear of the area and into a tree. He slides down and slumps unconscious. There's chaos in the dwindling ranks of the others as most of them are down, injured, or outmatched. Duri has claimed the last demon and is covered in black blood, looking terrifying as $Dheshe turns $Dhisher snapping jaws toward the soldiers. This is the final push needed. They run. The one remaining general throws Ansar over her shoulder and escapes through the woods. All that is left are the abandoned unconscious or…dead. You're dizzy, but you have to check on your parents. Da dangles his legs off the roof as he catches his breath. When you look at him, he gives you a tired smile. There's blood on his tunic, but he waves you off as you notice. It must not be serious. Papa catches up to you and checks you over as you do the same to him. He's got some cuts on his arms and tears in his clothing, but seems otherwise fine. With your papa seeing to your da, you check on your other friends. Zahn collapses where $Zheshe stands. Thankfully, the pilgrim is uninjured and simply exhausted and very sore. Rune is similarly tired and a bit ruffled but hobbles to the porch to sit on the bench unassisted. Duri remains in wolf form, lingering at the edge of the treeline away from the house. $Dcapitalheshe looks a bit wild still, so you give $Dhimher some space for a moment. Aster is plucking his bolts from the bodies of the soldiers, whether they are alive or dead – he isn't merciful if they are alive either. The twins are cleaning their knives and tucking them back into the belts along their sides. They smile at you and wink. [[When your eyes finally find Oswin, he's on his knees with his mother bent over him.|6.51]]

<<set $phasers to "stun">> A flash of brilliant $magiccolor energy jolts from your hand. It surges through the air before striking the aggressor broadly across his torso and throwing him clear from the roof. He hits the ground with a heavy grunt. The group holding you back lets you go and begins to flee, stumbling over themselves as they try to get away in a panic. One runs to help their fallen commander, who struggles to stand. Your da scrambles backward, even though the man was blown off the roof and poses no more threat. He looks at you with relief in his eyes. There's another flash of color, this time Rune in a final big push against Ansar's attack. The offending mage is blown back clear of the area and into a tree. He slides down and slumps unconscious. There's chaos in the dwindling ranks of the others as most of them are down, injured, or outmatched. Duri has claimed the last demon and is covered in black blood, looking terrifying as $Dheshe turns $Dhisher snapping jaws toward the soldiers. This is the final push they need. They run. The one remaining soldier of rank throws Ansar over her shoulder and escapes through the woods. All that is left are the abandoned unconscious or…dead. You're dizzy, but you have to check on your parents. Da dangles his legs off the roof as he catches his breath. When you look at him, he gives you a tired smile. There's blood on his tunic, but he waves you off as you notice. It must not be serious. Papa catches up to you and checks you over as you do the same to him. He's got some cuts on his arms and tears in his clothing, but seems otherwise fine. With your papa seeing to your da, you check on your other friends. Zahn collapses where $Zheshe stands. Thankfully, the pilgrim is uninjured and simply exhausted and very sore. Rune is similarly tired and a bit ruffled but hobbles to the porch to sit on the bench unassisted. Duri remains in wolf form, lingering at the edge of the treeline across the road and away from the house. $Dcapitalheshe looks a bit wild still, so you give $Dhimher some space for a moment. Aster is plucking his bolts from the bodies of the soldiers, whether they are alive or dead – he isn't merciful if they are alive either. The twins are cleaning their knives and tucking them back into the belts along their sides. They smile at you and wink. [[When your eyes finally find Oswin, he's on his knees with his mother bent over him.|6.51]]

<<if $Orelationship is "lockout">>You're a bit alarmed, though he doesn't seem to be hurt badly. Betony seems calm, so you make your way over to check him.<<elseif $Orelationship is "friend">>Your heart drops into your stomach, and you head over to see how he is.<<elseif $Orelationship is "love">>Your heart drops into your stomach, and you run to check on him.<</if>> As you get closer, you hear Betony talking him through something. He's panting and groaning. There's blood running down his face, and they're both focused on his side. A metal crossbow bolt protrudes on his right side. It's not deep into his body, but he's been run through in and then out in the fleshy part just below his lower ribs. <<if $Orelationship is "lockout">>You wince. It's not fatal, but will be very painful.<<elseif $Orelationship is "friend">>You drop to your knees in front of him.<<elseif $Orelationship is "love">>You say his name softly as you drop to your knees in front of him.<</if>> <<if $Orelationship is "lockout">>He looks at you, sweating and trembling slightly. His voice strains as he speaks. "$mc…you're okay…I'm glad. My…my ma is…she's got it handled. We'll be a moment. Please go and check…check on Duri." He hisses with pain. You nod in agreement, and Betony gives you a kind smile as you head back the way you came.<<elseif $Orelationship is "friend">>"What happened?" you ask out of reflex. He tries to chuckle but reels with pain right after. He's sweating and trembling. There's blood on his face – a wound on his forehead and a bloodied lip and nose. His voice shakes as he speaks. "It…it appears that an ar-arrow has struck my si-side." You scoff. "Worse than bee stings?" "A- A bit," he responds, the corner of his mouth going up slightly. "We're trying to get it wiggled out," Betony adds. "But the shaft is barbed." Your mouth drops in horror. "//Barbed//!?" Oswin hisses again, and you reach out to clasp his arm – it's clammy. "It needs to be done qui-quick, but…" He yelps and squeezes his eyes shut. "//Fuck//," he curses. "Hold on to him for me, dear," Betony requests. You do as asked, moving close on his left so he can brace against your shoulder and hold your arm. He whimpers. His mother rips his tunic open and begins to work it out whole since it can't be broken up without tools. Oswin restrains a scream. You hold him tight, mumbling reassurances to him. Betony wiggles the arrow out, trying to keep the barbs from catching, but it radiates pain with every movement. You're thankful that the shot didn't hit anything vital, but you hate that he's suffering so. "Almost there, baby," she says. "Hold him tight, $mc." You nod and brace. Betony pulls. Oswin cries out into your shoulder and then slumps completely with relief and weariness. He rests against you and breathes deeply as Betony checks the wound. When she presses it, he groans. He's shivering hard from the pain. "Not…not the worst I've had, but I could have asked for an easier spot to be struck in." He tries to chuckle, but it's tinged with pain. "At least it isn't a dozen bee stings to the ass again." You snicker despite the situation. "If you can make jokes, you're fine, right?" you muse. "But seriously, don't get hit next time. I think I prefer that." Betony snorts. "Same here, but //someone// was making some risky moves there toward the end. You're fortunate that your mother has had so much practice with her spoon all these years with you kids." You smile at Betony. "Who knew it would translate so well to…halbred-wielding?" She sees the question in your eyes. "A story for another time, my sweet. Now, I'm going to get this brat in the house and patched up. You should go check your…um, your wolf-creature? $Dcapitalheshe doesn't act like $Dheshe feels that well." You take a peek at Duri and find $Dhimher still in wolf-form leaning against a tree, and concern begins to take root. "Okay, that sounds good." "I'm glad you're okay," Oswin mumbles. His mother helps him up, sending you a brief smile before they hobble away.<<elseif $Orelationship is "love">>You take a sharp breath when as you see the state of him. "What happened?" He tries to chuckle, which surprises you, but reels with pain right after. He's sweating and trembling. There's blood on his face – a wound on his forehead and a bloodied lip and nose. His voice shakes as he speaks. "It…it appears that an ar-arrow has struck my si-side." You don't have it in you to encourage the joke. "We're trying to get it wiggled out," Betony adds. "But the shaft is barbed." Your mouth drops in horror. "//Barbed//!?" Oswin hisses again, and you reach out to clasp his hand – it's clammy. "It needs to be done qui-quick, but…" He yelps and squeezes his eyes shut. "//Fuck//," he curses. "Hold on to him for me, dear," Betony requests. You do as asked, moving close on his left so he can brace against your shoulder and hold your hand. He whimpers, so you squeeze it. His mother rips his tunic open, breaks away what she can of the arrow, and begins to work it out. Oswin restrains a scream. You hold him tight, whispering any reassurance you can think of to him. Betony wiggles the arrow out, trying to keep it intact, but it radiates pain with every movement. You're thankful that the shot didn't hit anything vital, but you hate that he's suffering so. "Almost there, baby," she says. "Hold him tight, $mc." You nod and brace. Betony pulls. Oswin cries out into your shoulder and then slumps completely with relief and weariness. He rests against you and breathes deeply as Betony checks the wound. When she presses it, he buries his face into your neck with a shudder. He's shivering so hard from the pain. "Not…not the worst I've had, but I could have asked for an easier spot to be struck in." He tries to chuckle, but it's tinged with pain. You sigh. "I'd rather you didn't get hit at all," you say. Betony snorts. "Same here, but //someone// was making some risky moves there toward the end. You're fortunate that your mother has had so much practice with her spoon all these years with you kids." You smile at Betony. "Who knew it would translate so well to…halbred-wielding?" She sees the question in your eyes. "A story for another time, my sweet. Now, I'm going to get this brat in the house and patched up. You should go check your…um, your wolf-creature? $Dcapitalheshe doesn't act like $Dheshe feels that well." You take a peek at Duri and find $Dhimher still in wolf-form leaning against a tree, and concern begins to take root. "Okay, that sounds good." "I'm glad you're safe," Oswin whispers <<if $touching is "none">>"I'm so glad." His voice is choked with emotion.<<else>>and then places a light kiss against your cheek. "Ah, //shit//… Sorry, I got a little blood on you." He wipes it off the pad of his thumb.<</if>> His mother helps him up, but she's smiling very widely at you…<</if>> You jog over to Duri. As you get close, you can hear irregularities in $Dhisher breathing. $Dcapitalhisher head hangs low and tongue lolls out; black residue drips from $Dhisher mouth. Duri's body suddenly tenses, and you recoil as $Dheshe vomits. After, $Dheshe pants hard. Gently, you say $Dhisher name as you lightly touch $Dhisher side where the black blood isn't splattered. "Are you okay?" Duri whines. Something strange pulls in your gut, prompting you to look over where you see the bodies of the demon-bears. They look rotted, decomposed, far beyond the state of decay they were in earlier. No wonder Duri is sick. There's a soft glow of gold, and Duri begins to shrink down into human…well, half-human, form. You kneel next to $Dhimher, gathering $Dhisher hair back as $Dheshe leans over to vomit once more. It's black like the blood from the demons. Duri coughs and chokes as more comes up. "Duri," you say, worried. "I'm…fine," $Dheshe replies. "It's…coming up. Just…need a bit." Duri vomits again – hard. You wait, trying to keep your eyes turned away. Sympathy makes your guts churn. Finally, $Dheshe spits a few times and stands shakily. "That's better," $Dheshe says, voice rough. "Why are you sick?" you ask, offering to support Duri with your shoulder as you move back toward the house. "The corrupted magic causes it. It's vile, and acts like poison. Why I hate demons so damn much. They smell awful, taste worse, and always make me sick. Fucking //hate// vomiting…" Duri growls. "Well…I'm glad you handled them. I don't know what we would have done…" $Dcapitalheshe nudges you. "I don't mind you being even further in my debt, Lambchop…" You roll your eyes. "Ha, ha." [[As you approach the house, you wonder how to explain Duri to your parents…|6.52]]

Eventually, everyone gathers around and in the house. Wounds are treated and the mess is cleaned up. The twins send guards from town to collect the few stragglers that haven't fled. No one is sure what will be done since they're from a king's guard, though that particular king has no jurisdiction in your town. Betony heads out once Oswin's wound is treated to retrieve her family now that it's safe. Some of the men are, of course, dead. It was…unavoidable, you suppose. <<if $phasers is "kill">>You killed a person today too. In a way that you're not ready to think much about right now but…<<cycle "$killregret" autoselect>><<option "you don't regret it">><<option "you regret it">><</cycle>>.<<else>>You saw someone almost kill your father. You are so glad that you could protect him…but he's still alive. Will he come back to finish the job?<</if>> Regardless, this wasn't how you expected to spend your evening. Now, you only have questions. Ansar called you a 'curse on the world.' How? And why would they try to take you? [[Maybe your da can help clear things up…and tell you who he really is.|6.53]]

A headache has crept its way into your skull, and the mark has begun to simmer. You have to wait and hope the backlash from what you did earlier won't be too detrimental. You spot your da eyeing Duri and looking a little…conflicted. You're glad to see no outright hostility at least, but you know he's questioning everything. His eyes meet yours, and he smiles but nods toward your demigod companion. "Sprout, you think you can reintroduce us first before we…discuss some other pressing matters?" Duri looks up, and $Dhisher big wolf ears twitch. You clear your throat. "Well…I didn't want to upset you. Duri is…a demigod." Da nods and folds his arms. "That was probably the right call." His brow furrows. "So, what are you the god //of// exactly?" Duri snorts. "Fuck-all, that's what." You pinch the bridge of your nose and wince, but are relieved to hear your da laugh. When you look between them, you're surprised to see a bit of understanding. It's hard not to notice Duri's wolfish smile, fangs included. You're almost proud that $Dheshe seems to be taking some interest in the conversation. Your da takes a breath. "Wasn't it just the other day that we sat across from one another and aired our grievances about gods? Were you making fun of me, knowing what you were, letting me make myself look spectacularly ignorant, or what?" "No!" Duri insists. "Not at all, I meant those things. I just couldn't tell you…//everything// I thought." $Dcapitalheshe sighs heavily and looks around the room with ears going flat against $Dhisher head. "Look, I think we have more in common than you might think…given what happened out there." "Yeah?" your da says with interest. "Like?" "Shitty fathers." Duri flops back in $Dhisher seat. "I'm not a god of anything. My father is Valko. I live at the shrine he used to use – my mother's. I'm not fond of most gods either, and I've met them, but they're not all bad. The sister I told you about is Sollemne, a goddess, a good one. My uncle is- //was// one of the good ones, too. That's what I couldn't say before." "And you followed my kid home, why?" Duri rolls $Dhisher eyes. "<<if $fedduri is true>>Why else? $capitalheshe fed me.<<if $petduri is true>> $capitalheshe even patted my cute little head. As if I wasn't going to follow $himher home…<</if>><<else>><<if $petduri is true>> $capitalheshe patted my cute little head, and <</if>>I may have been a little bit bored…<</if>> But, I'm invested, and I do care about undoing the wrong done to by a another shitty god.<<if $Dstat is 'romantic'>> And I'm…I just care, I do. Your widdle //Sprout// has grown on me.<<if $Dpout is true>> Very adorable when pouting too, I might add.<</if>><</if>>" Your da hums in thought. "I feel like this is irony. There's a joke in there somewhere about a god – sorry – demigod, helping to save my kid. But thank you. I suppose – for now – you're not so bad." The demigod smiles at your da and then you before leaning $Dhisher head heavily on one hand. With that cleared up and in the open, you grab a stool, place it in front of your da, and take a seat for the next talk that needs to happen. [[This draws everyone's attention.|6.54]]

Your da smiles softly at you and nods. Silently, you wait and watch him fidget, picking at splinters in the wood of his chair. "So, I guess we're up to my little secret now," he drawls. "I'm…I //was// a prince." Papa smiles and pats da's hand. "Still are in my book." That makes da smile and relax a little. "My father is the king in Tallulah – Almalric. And my birth name was Alaric.<<if $mc is 'Alaric'>> I was never exactly fond of my birth name…but you happened to change that for me. I think it suits you much better.<</if>><<if $mc is 'Almalric'>> You might guess that when you chose the same name as my father, I was a little…startled. But, you gave it new life, Sprout, and I think you helped me make peace with it.<</if>>" Aster chuckles from the back of the room. "I thought you had a slightly familiar face…very much like our dear king. You created quite the mystery, you know, when you vanished. You should hear the rumors that are still going…" Da rolls his eyes. "I have no doubt. They can talk all they want." He looks at you, sadness in his eyes. "<<if $mc is 'Riagan'>>You…somehow, you plucked your uncle's name for your own, Sprout. On your name day, when you declared it, it was like…like a part of him came back to me. <</if>>My brother's name was Riagan, he was the crowned prince, older than me by a few years. He was bright, loving, and I adored him. He was under our father's thumb, and he played along – played the part of the dutiful heir. Married the woman the king picked for him, but he gave her all the freedom she wanted." He chuckles. "He didn't want her to feel tied down to him…he had plans, big ones. That throne has been in the Tallulah line for many generations, and he planned to put a stop to it. Riagan was biding his time, putting up with the king's abuse, trying to shield me and our mother until he would be declared king, and then he was going to dissolve the Tallulah line of monarchs and their hold over Mahdeh. It's subtle, but my father quietly controls several of our province's monarchs. He covets power above all else." You grimace. "Is that why he killed Uncle Riagan?" Da nods and sniffles. "He figured out what my brother was up to, to undermine all his family had worked for. He slaughtered him…publically, in front of me and my mother, and then declared me crown prince. My mother was already teetering on…insanity, and it was the final push. She kissed my forehead…" He says wistfully. "Told me she was sorry and locked herself away in one wing of the castle. I never saw her again." You lean over and place your hand over his. "What was my grandmother's name?" He smiles, eyes glistening with tears that he's trying hard to keep in. "<<if $mc is 'Rhiannon'>>It's…it's the same as yours, Sprout, Rhiannon, Queen Rhiannon. Of all names to declare…it was like a part of her came back to me.<<else>>Rhiannon, Queen Rhiannon.<</if>> She was smart…she had such a spark – that's where I get my charming wit if you must know." He grins. "She was from a long line of powerful nobles in Tallulah, who naturally sold her off to my father for even more power. To him, her job was to produce strong and attractive heirs… Once she had my brother, I was- I was made as a backup. You know the rest already." Da slumps and begins to rock slightly in his chair. He looks more tired now than right after the fight. Everyone is quiet. You mull over what your father told you, and now understand why your uncle's ring may have been dangerous, depending on who recognized it. King Almalric's soldiers were in Codrin looking for //something//. Could it have been the ring? But how would they have known it was there? The fact that it was stolen and then reappeared bothers you more and more. Someone…someone not only found it, but perhaps recognized it and returned it. Was it out of guilt? You look around at your companions. Could it really have been one of them? Rune's purple eyes catch your attention suddenly. $Rcapitalheshe smiles and then sits up to speak. "If it helps, Kip, the Mahdeh emperor is onto Almalric's scheming. He's working on dismantling some of his hold over the province. I fear the previous emperor was more complicit about it, but things will change. It just takes time." Surprisingly, Papa gets up from his chair and stands in front of the room, looking particularly – unusually – angry. He looks pointedly at Rune. "Can ya also tell me what this king would want with my $sondtrchild? Why yer fellow mage would call my Sprout a //curse on the world//?" You're surprised when Rune is quiet, only looking at your father in resignation as $Rheshe tries to think of an answer. [[But Aster steps forward before Rune can respond.|6.55]]

"Let's give our poor mage friend here some time to recover after that bout," he says with a grin that reads every bit like a market salesman. Rune huffs, but you note a little relief in $Rhisher expression. Papa waves an arm at Aster in a gesture that bids him to have the floor. Aster then looks pointedly at you. "I think I know just why you've attracted the attention of one such king and his pet mage." You raise a brow. "We've…been led astray." You think for a moment. "Ansar?" Aster snaps his fingers. "Precisely. Now, if not for some of my own research, I may not have noticed. But…$mc Northbreaker, I don't believe that you are cursed at all." The room erupts into murmurs. Your parents look at you with renewed hope in their eyes, leaning forward toward the scholar, hanging on his every word. You stand. "Then what is this? Do you know what's really happening to me?" [[He places a hand on his hip and smirks.|6.56]]

"I believe, you, my friend, are an artifact. A //living// artifact." You recoil. "What?" Rune gives you a dubious look and rolls $Rhisher eyes. "Think about it. Think about your mysterious origins. Not to diminish your life, you've made it your own quite nicely, despite everything. But in my experiments, in my searching of the magic behind this 'curse,' I kept noticing that it felt very much like that of the ring in my possession. You even have something in common – absorbing magic. Artifacts absorb magic, $mc. Not even mages or witches do such a thing, yet you //can// use it. My theory is that your parents were in on whatever happened or was done to you. That weak magical trace I found within you, I think, was a shield, likely from your mother. She was hiding you, keeping you safe." The look Aster gives you is unusually soft. "She knew what the wrong hands would do to you." Da leans forward in his chair. "So…Ansar lied, ran back to Almalric and…" "Tattled," Aster finishes. "I think he knew just what he was dealing with when he studied you. His king wants power, and Ansar needs his daily pat on the head, so he sold you out. That is why his men were in Codrin, I believe. I would go as far as to say that he ratted you out that same day and sent a message to report what he found." Papa bangs a fist against the wall. "He's the one that told us to send ya out…was in a hurry to leave after." Your da stands and hobbles toward Aster. "Does this mean my kid isn't on a death sentence, please tell me that isn't true as well…" He takes a shaky breath. "Please…" The scholar looks at him with pity. "I'm sorry, but I can't. The human body isn't made for such things. The magic is accumulating with no known limits." Da covers his mouth and closes his eyes. "No…" Papa grabs him into a hug, hiding him away from everyone's eyes as he begins to weep. "All is not lost, Northbreakers," Aster adds. "I wouldn't tell you this if there was no hope. I think that your route has not been diverted. We can still treat this as a curse, but we know more now than we did before. There's still room for my theory to be incorrect as well. Unfortunately, there may be a bit of…//extra// danger where we must tread next." Rune chimes in, "He's right…If Ansar knows this, if they want to collect you as some sort of power-grab, they will keep coming. They may even employ the help of others to do such a thing. There's a target on your back…" Aster nods in agreement. "We knew that we would likely need to keep moving, but I think we should do so with haste." "Where do we go?" you ask. The scholar smiles at you and procures the pouch containing the ring, waving it in the air. "I will confess something myself and point you in the right direction. You recall that a central stone was missing from this ring?" You nod. "My confession is that I know where the stone is. My hope was that I could find a way to get it with your assistance." He gives you a pointed look and smiles. "And I love being right, you know. The band draws power, but the stone is meant to contain and control it. It is not unlike yourself in a way. I still think it can help you with it, $mc." "But being in the presence of the ring was enough to nearly kill me. Have you figured out how I can survive long enough for it to help?" "When the ring is whole, that can be controlled. I'm certain. This quirk is by design." You tap the toe of your boot against the floor as you think. Oswin interrupts, having been very quiet for a long while. "So…where is it? Why have you not tried to get it yourself?" "Well…" Aster starts with a chuckle. "Unlike $mc, the stone really is cursed and is in a rather inhospitable location. As I told you, I believe the ring was made and possessed by the god of chaos." Your papa scoffs. "Those were only tales. They didn't exist. Stories about 'em were meant to scare people." The scholar sighs. "Yes, yes, I've heard that." You tut him and fold your arms. "Don't be rude to my papa." "Apologies," he says, not looking sorry. "The stone was last in the possession of Hayat. Because it is an object containing untold amounts of power, it was cursed to never fall into the hands of those who covet such power. It is also very likely, within The Fields of Desolation." There's a collective gasp from Rune, Duri, and even Zahn. Rune shakes $Rhisher head. "We cannot go there, that is wildly dangerous…" Aster ignores $Rhimher. "Anyway, my theory is that since, at your core, you desire to live – the ring will allow you or even one of your friends here to touch it. I…I would not be able to." Oswin steps forward, holding his side. "What's the catch? You're playing a game, and you plan to win it. What is it?" "Once you obtain the ring, we use it to fix your little magic problem, and then – I get to keep it. Once it is whole, I should be able to use it – at least wear the band without perishing. Then, I can solve my little problem and be on my way." Rune holds out a hand. "I want to see it." You shake your head and make eye contact with the mage. "I'll settle for touching it in the bag." Aster wiggles his still-blackened fingers at $Rhimher. "Be my guest." As soon as Rune snatches the bag from the scholar, $Rheshe presses a finger into it and immediately makes a disgusted face. "Oh…it's…" $Rcapitalheshe winces. "//Horrible//…If my magic wasn't depleted…" Rune suddenly yanks $Rhisher hand from the bag and throws it back, getting up suddenly, running out of the room, and through the front door. Duri grimaces. "At least $Rheshe made it outside…" $Dcapitalheshe looks at you. "Runey's lost $Rhisher dinner, it sounds like." Everyone waits a while for Rune to return, giving the mage some privacy. When $Rheshe returns, $Rhisher forehead is covered in sweat. After plopping back down in $Rhisher seat, Rune waves $Rhisher hand at Aster to continue, sending a nod your way. Aster smiles like he just won a prize. "Anyway, as I was saying, The Fields are dangerous, but I think this group has what it takes to get in, grab the stone, and get out alive." You sigh and look at all the faces of those who followed you all the way here. You recall the reactions when The Fields were even mentioned. It's not possible for you to know much about this place, you've only heard about them in myths. Given how even Duri seems to know that they're dangerous, you guess that the tales of it being demon-infested must be true. You look at the demigod, realizing that $Dheshe still does not look well, and wonder if everyone could handle dealing with even more demons. You clear your throat as you address everyone. "I can't ask you all to go to such a place just for my sake." Duri snorts as Rune waves off your comment with $Rhisher hand. "We're going," Zahn says. Aster grins and gives you a long look with one eyebrow raised. "They'll follow you, probably anywhere." You recall the things Aster said about the magic drawing people to you and shake your head. "No, I need you all to really think about this. You mustn't be swayed by any-" Rune snaps $Rhisher fingers. "What did you say to $himher?" $Rheshe demands of Aster. The scholar sneers. "The truth, Lyreheart. You know that magic tends to sway hearts and minds…" The mage rises to $Rhisher feet and walks toward you, ignoring him. "Do not believe that you are manipulating us. Magic grabs attention, but it does not alter thoughts or actions in such a way." "Unless it's made to…" Aster mumbles. "Will you shut up?" Rune chides and then looks back at you. "I swear to you, I would notice if you were unconsciously manipulating people. The amount of power and control that would take is well beyond either of our levels." You nod and then look out to the group, who are all staring at you with determination plain on their faces. Duri kicks back in $Dhisher seat. "I don't exactly have anything else on. Kinda wanna see how this thing ends…" "I'm not scared," Zahn says quietly. You wonder if $Zheshe isn't feeling well either, having been so quiet since the fight. "Naturally," Rune adds. "You know you have me as well. And Aster, of course – waiting for his big payday." There's no small amount of venom in $Rhisher tone. Aster just grins. You take a deep breath. "I need…I think I need some air. I know it's a bit late…but I'm going to take a walk." Your da hobbles to you. "Please take a friend with you, it's dark and those fools may have run off, but we don't know where to." You agree and look to… <<if $Orelationship is "love">>[[Oswin.|6.56a]] <<else>>[[Zahn.|6.56b]] [[Duri.|6.56c]] [[Rune.|6.56d]] [[Aster.|6.56e]] <</if>>

He looks at you with adoration in his eyes and nods toward the door. Quietly, you walk across the room with him and through the door. Tiredness hits you, but there's an anxiety that targets your entire body that tells you to move. It's dark, dark enough that you can't see the remnants of the fight. <<if $phasers is "kill">>Somewhere, not far, there's a body…a body that you put there whether you meant to or not. You're <<cycle "$regret" autoselect>><<option "struggling">><<option "at peace">><</cycle>> with it.<</if>> Oswin breaks you from thought. "Where do you want to go?" Your head immediately turns north as if you heard something calling. You look at the thick cluster of trees that shades the road out of town, knowing that your birthplace isn't far from there. "I think…I think I want to visit my mother," you say. Oswin's horse is still out front. You both mount up together and head out. Oswin stirs her into a canter, and you enjoy the air rushing by you. [[The peace of the night is a balm to your nerves after a terrible day.|6.56O1]]

<<set $gravevisit to "Zahn">> $Zcapitalheshe smiles at you softly and nods. Quietly, you walk across the room with $Zhimher and through the door. Tiredness hits you, but there's an anxiety that targets your entire body that tells you to move. It's dark, dark enough that you can't see the remnants of the fight. <<if $phasers is "kill">>Somewhere, not far, there's a body…a body that you put there whether you meant to or not. You're <<cycle "$regret" autoselect>><<option "struggling">><<option "at peace">><</cycle>> with it.<</if>> Zahn breaks you from thought. "Where do you want to go?" Your head immediately turns north as if you heard something calling. You look at the thick cluster of trees that shades the road out of town, knowing that your birthplace isn't far from there. "I think…I think I want to visit my mother," you say. "She was put to rest up the road. It's a bit far just to walk, though." Zahn gestures to Oswin's horse, who is waiting quietly by the porch. You call in that you're borrowing Flit before mounting up and leading Zahn out, enjoying the air as you stir the horse up to a canter. [[The peace of the night is a balm to your nerves after a terrible day.|6.56Z1]]

<<set $gravevisit to "Duri">> $Dcapitalheshe looks surprised for a moment before winking at you as if to cover up their surprise. Quietly, you walk across the room with $Dhimher and through the door. Tiredness hits you, but there's an anxiety that targets your entire body that tells you to move. It's dark, dark enough that you can't see the remnants of the fight. <<if $phasers is "kill">>Somewhere, not far, there's a body…a body that you put there whether you meant to or not. You're <<cycle "$regret" autoselect>><<option "struggling">><<option "at peace">><</cycle>> with it.<</if>> Duri breaks you from thought. "So, where we going?" Your head immediately turns north as if you heard something calling. You look at the thick cluster of trees that shades the road out of town, knowing that your birthplace isn't far from there. "I think…I think I want to visit my mother," you say. "She was put to rest up the road. It's a bit far just to walk, though." Duri gestures to Oswin's horse, who is waiting quietly by the porch. "Then let's steal this one and go," $Dheshe whispers and then snickers to $Dhimselfherself. You ignore that suggestion and call in that you're borrowing Flit before mounting up and heading out, enjoying the air as you stir the horse up to a canter. [[The peace of the night is a balm to your nerves after a terrible day.|6.56D1]]

<<set $gravevisit to "Rune">> $Rcapitalheshe looks pleased when your eyes meet and smiles. Quietly, you walk across the room with $Rhimher and through the door. Tiredness hits you, but there's an anxiety that targets your entire body that tells you to move. It's dark, dark enough that you can't see the remnants of the fight. <<if $phasers is "kill">>Somewhere, not far, there's a body…a body that you put there whether you meant to or not. You're <<cycle "$regret" autoselect>><<option "struggling">><<option "at peace">><</cycle>> with it.<</if>> "Where would you like to go?" Rune's voice breaks you from thought. Your head immediately turns north as if you heard something calling. You look at the thick cluster of trees that shades the road out of town, knowing that your birthplace isn't far from there. "I think…I think I want to visit my mother," you say. "She was put to rest up the road. It's a bit far just to walk, though." Rune gestures to Oswin's horse. "Would you like to borrow Flit? I'm sure Oswin wouldn't mind." You agree and call in that you're borrowing the horse before mounting up and heading out, enjoying the air as you stir the mare up to a canter. [[The peace of the night is a balm to your nerves after a terrible day.|6.56R1]]

<<set $gravevisit to "Aster">> When you meet his eyes, he looks away for a moment before his gaze snaps back to yours. He furrows his brow like he's looking at something he's never seen before. Quietly, you walk across the room and leave through the front door. A moment later, Aster is shoved out with force and begins to follow you. Tiredness hits you, but there's an anxiety that targets your entire body that tells you to move. It's dark, dark enough that you can't see the remnants of the fight. <<if $phasers is "kill">>Somewhere, not far, there's a body…a body that you put there whether you meant to or not. You're <<cycle "$regret" autoselect>><<option "struggling">><<option "at peace">><</cycle>> with it.<</if>> "So…where are we off to, my little artifact?" Trying to disregard the nickname, your head immediately turns north as if you heard something calling. You look at the thick cluster of trees that shades the road out of town, knowing that your birthplace isn't far from there. "I think…I think I want to visit my mother," you say. "She was put to rest up the road. It's a bit far just to walk, though." Aster gestures toward his horse, who stands next to Flit. "Well, if you'd like to go out a ways, let's take Samra." You agree and mount up with Aster taking the lead. He urges the mare into a canter so you can feel the cool wind whip past you. [[The peace of the night is a balm to your nerves after a terrible day.|6.56A1]]

Flit carries you a short way down the road until you find the juncture that leads to your birthplace and your mother's gravesite. Oswin knows where it is and finds it with ease. There's a stark difference in the trees, a clear line between the ancient ones that are untold hundreds or even thousands of cycles old and the new growth since Stonebrook's founding. Every year on your birthday, you and your parents bring flowers to this place. Your parents thank your mother for her sacrifice. Da tells her about you and all you've accomplished while Papa prays that her soul is at peace. Over the years, the tree's enormous plank roots have been decorated with colored banners and decorations made by you and your fathers. This past birthday, you weren't able to visit, and you nearly forgot. As you approach the great tree, you take a deep breath and enjoy the sounds of the night. There's an owl nearby hooting, and in the distance, the deep croaking of a large frog. As you stare, you suddenly notice the light flash from fireflies hovering in the air around you in search of each other. Oswin stands next to you. He doesn't say anything, only lingers in silent support. "I had a nightmare," you start. "I saw her – well, I saw some strange projection of her. She was angry, said that //I// was the curse. We were at this tree, and there was blood everywhere." "I'm sorry," he replies, voice heavy. You nod. "Sometimes I catch myself agreeing with that dream. That I'm the cause of more problems than I'm worth…" You swallow hard. <<if $regret is "struggling">>"And now I've added to that. I took a life that could have been spared. Now, I better understand how you felt, Oswin. I was desperate, there wasn't much time, I had so little control…"<</if>> You approach the tree, kneeling between the tall roots where your mother gave birth and where her ashes were interred. "Do you think…Do you think she felt I was worth it?" "I have no doubt," Oswin says easily as he kneels next to you. "As much as I…have //difficulties// with Aster, he did mention that your mother likely tried to help you. She spared you a cold death that night and tried to leave you protected." "I wish I knew exactly what was wrong with me, so I could understand her." <<if $touching is "none">>Oswin motions for you to look at him.<<else>>Oswin moves and gently gathers you into a hug.<</if>> "I think when this is all over, we will. Once we find a solution, we will have the answers. No matter what you learn, I will be at your side. I'll never leave you, no matter what. Never think that you are not worth walking this world. None of us can change our origins; we must live the best lives we can with what we have.<<if $regret is "struggling">> When we make mistakes…it isn't the end. You've helped me understand that more than anyone.<</if>>" <<if $touching is "none">>You sigh but smile.<<else>>You nuzzle into Oswin's shoulder.<</if>> The peace you have with him has so easily shifted into something different and new, something beautiful. It feels unreal that your relationship has elevated so drastically so soon, but you don't know what you would do without his support right now and in the days to come. "Are we really about to leave home and walk into a field of demons?" you ask. He chuckles. "Are you really that surprised with our luck?" You laugh, despite yourself. "Good point. Maybe Aster isn't all right. Maybe I do have a little curse as well." Oswin hums. "I think you're definitely still more of an artifact, though." "How do you figure?" He leans back and grins. "Because you're priceless." <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>You roll your eyes and try not to smile. "One confession of love, and you go all goofy again," you snark.<<else>>You snort. "Hey, we can't have that. I'm supposed to be the fun one. You're the broody one.<</if>> He shrugs, unbothered. <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"This is a beast of your own making…but don't worry, you know that I'll have my moments.<<else>>"Don't worry, that hasn't changed permanently.<</if>> You just needed a boost." You enjoy his company for a while longer while you gaze upon the tree and think, sharing your heart with the memory of your departed mother. Fireflies light upon the roots and all around you, like tiny stars. The sight of them makes you feel warm and welcomed – at peace. You say your goodbyes and walk back to the road with Oswin. [[When you're mounted up and ready to go, he doesn't hurry Flit along this time.|6.56O2]]

You find a little firefly clinging to your clothes and pick it up with the tip of your finger. Its wings fan out and its rear lights up at you, but it doesn't take off. The display makes you chuckle. "What's so funny?" Oswin asks, turning his head back to look at you. "Nothing, really…Isn't it a bit early for fireflies, though?" He scoffs. "Of course, it's much too cool still; they won't be out until the summer heat sets in." You still, and look at your finger. It's gone. "You didn't…you didn't see any fireflies?" Oswin shakes his head. "No, of course not…Did you?" Turning in the saddle, you check the area that you just came from. It's dark, but you stare through the trees, squinting hard. Suddenly, there's a speckled glow from within, like hundreds of the little insects showing off at once before it goes dark again for good. You turn back, unsure if your mind is playing tricks. "$mc?" "No…I'm…I thought I saw one. But, you're right, it's too early." You smile to yourself. [[The road is dark on the way home, but the light inside you is all you need to feel safe.|6.56Oend]]

Oswin leaves Flit out when you arrive back home, trusting her to stay put. As you walk in, the atmosphere feels heavy. It's quiet and still. Oswin gives you a look, clearly also sensing the strangeness. You look into the den and spot Aster and Duri, oddly, huddled together. Duri looks especially stormy. $Dcapitalheshe meets your eyes and nods toward the kitchen. As you approach the door to the kitchen, you hear sniffling. Your heart flutters with worry. When you walk through the door, you spot Zahn sitting in a chair in the middle of the room. $Zcapitalhisher face is bright red with big tear stains trailing down $Zhisher cheeks. $Zcapitalheshe shakes as $Zheshe sobs. Rune stands just behind $Zhimher with a hand on the pilgrim's shoulder, rubbing it soothingly. Your parents stand on either side of the chair, both looking cross with arms folded. The moment Zahn sees you, $Zheshe breaks down with a heavy sob and garbled apologies. Oswin puts a supportive hand on your back and shares a look with you. Rune pets Zahn's hair. "I know it's hard, but you need to tell $mc what you just told us." Huge, watery blue eyes look at you. $Zcapitalheshe takes a shuddering breath. "I'm- I'm- I'm so sorry, $mc," $Zheshe begins and then cries hard, having difficulty breathing through the emotion. [[Your head rings with alarm as you take a step forward.|6.57ch6end]]

"I was sent to kill you." <<timed 7s>><<goto "Chapter 7">><</timed>>

Flit carries you a short way down the road until you find the juncture that leads to your birthplace and your mother's gravesite. You know just where it is and find it with ease. There's a stark difference in the trees, a clear line between the ancient ones that are untold hundreds or even thousands of cycles old and the new growth since Stonebrook's founding. Every year on your birthday, you and your parents bring flowers to this place. Your parents thank your mother for her sacrifice. Da tells her about you and all you've accomplished while Papa prays that her soul is at peace. Over the years, the tree's enormous plank roots have been decorated with colored banners and decorations made by you and your fathers. This past birthday, you weren't able to visit, and you nearly forgot. As you approach the great tree, you take a deep breath and enjoy the sounds of the night. There's an owl nearby hooting, and in the distance, the deep croaking of a large frog. As you stare, you suddenly notice the light flash from fireflies hovering in the air around you in search of each other. Zahn gawks at the tree. "Wow," $Zheshe says. "I've never seen a tree like this before." "This," you say as you gesture to it. "Is where I was born – where my fathers found me. They found blood on the road and followed it here." "Oh," Zahn says quietly. "Was…was she?" You nod. "She was already gone." "It feels…it feels peaceful here. Special." $Zcapitalheshe smiles at you. "It must be special if you were born here, though." You grin and shake your head. "I actually had a nightmare," you start. "I saw her – well, I saw some strange projection of her. She was angry, said that //I// was the curse. We were at this tree, and there was blood everywhere." "That's not true," $Zheshe says, as if it's the most clear and plain fact $Zheshe knows. You nod. "Sometimes I catch myself agreeing with that dream, though. That I'm the cause of more problems than I'm worth…" You swallow hard. <<if $regret is "struggling">>"And now I've added to that. I took a life that could have been spared. I was desperate, there wasn't much time, I had so little control…"<</if>> You approach the tree, kneeling between the tall roots where your mother gave birth and where her ashes were interred. "Do you think…Do you think she felt I was worth it?" "Of course," Zahn replies, kneeling next to you. "I may not know much about many things, but…I can't help but feel like she did all she could to keep you safe. Aster even said that. She wouldn't do that if she didn't love you from the start." "I wish I knew exactly what was wrong with me, so I could understand her." Zahn sniffles. "We'll find answers," $Zheshe says. "I promise. And I'm…I'm gonna help. I care about you…<<if $Zphys is true>>a lot. I've never made a friend like this before, and more than anything, I want you to be okay. You've been so kind to me, and I want to always…always have this connection with you. Even if the way we met was so…//odd//.<</if>>" You smile and take a deep breath. It feels right bringing Zahn here, $Zheshe is special to you. It feels right to introduce $Zhimher to your mother this way, share this part of your life and story. You wonder if Zahn will do the same with you one day. Maybe your friendship has been a whirlwind, but it feels //right//. You don't know what you would do without $Zhisher support right now and in the days to come. "Are we really about to leave home and walk into a field of demons?" you ask. Zahn snorts. "They don't stand a chance, nothing to worry about." You laugh, despite yourself. "Maybe we can get by on your enthusiasm alone. Maybe Aster isn't all right. Maybe I do have a little curse as well." "No way," $Zheshe insists. "Like the opposite of that. You're no curse, I'm certain. I've been certain…I've been certain this whole time. There's nothing bad or wrong about you, $mc, and anyone who says otherwise is just mean or jealous or stupid or all three." $Zcapitalhisher serious tone surprises you. "You think?" "I know. I get good feelings about you. Kinda like how this place feels, I can't explain it…" You enjoy $Zhisher company for a while longer while you gaze upon the tree and think, sharing your heart with the memory of your departed mother. Fireflies light upon the roots and all around you, like tiny stars. The sight of them makes you feel warm and welcomed – at peace. You say your goodbyes and walk back to the road with Zahn. [[When you're mounted up and ready to go, you don't hurry Flit along this time.|6.56Z2]]

As you ride back, Zahn rests gently against your back. You notice the glow of a little firefly clinging to your clothes and gently scoop it up with the tip of your finger. Its wings fan out and its rear lights up at you, but it doesn't take off. The display makes you chuckle. "What are you laughing at?" Zahn asks, voice muffled as $Zheshe speaks right into your back. "I was just thinking that it was a bit early for fireflies…" "Hm? When did you see fireflies? Aren't they summer bugs?" You still, and look at your finger. The little creature is gone. "You didn't…you didn't see any fireflies?" "No…do they usually appear here in spring?" Turning in the saddle, you check the area that you just came from. It's dark, but you stare through the trees, squinting hard. Suddenly, there's a speckled glow from within, like hundreds of the little insects showing off at once before it goes dark again for good. You turn back, unsure if your mind is playing tricks. "$mc?" "No…no, it's…it's still too early. But I look forward to seeing them again." You smile to yourself. [[The road is dark on the way home, but the light inside you is all you need to feel safe.|6.56Zend]]

As you get closer to home, you notice that Zahn seems to be clinging harder to you and has barely said anything more. The more you dwell on $Zhisher silence, the heavier it feels. It's almost a foreboding type of silence. When you dismount and leave Flit out by the porch, Zahn only gives you a strained smile as you walk inside – it feels like a platitude. The house is quiet, and you note the sounds of conversations coming from the kitchen, so you head there. You're welcomed warmly as you enter with Zahn trailing behind. Everyone is eating and drinking. Duri and Rune both look like they feel better, and someone has cracked open a bottle of wine. Zahn says something that you don't catch, making you turn around. "What? I'm sorry, I didn't hear you." $Zcapitalhisher face scrunches up and tears begin to pour from $Zhisher eyes. "Whoa…what's wrong?" You hurry back to Zahn as everyone gets quiet and watches. The pilgrim heaves a sob, saying something completely unintelligible. The others all murmur, asking what is wrong and what $Zheshe needs. "I…" Zahn starts, and then $Zhisher breath shudders. "I have some- some- something to tell you…" More tears flow down $Zhisher cheeks. You gently tug $Zhimher over to a chair and sit $Zhimher down as the sobbing continues. Duri comes over and pets $Zhisher hair. "I'm- I'm- I'm so sorry, $mc," $Zheshe begins and then cries hard, having difficulty breathing through the emotion. [[Your head rings with alarm as you lean in.|6.57ch6end]]

Flit carries you a short way down the road until you find the juncture that leads to your birthplace and your mother's gravesite. You know just where it is and find it with ease. There's a stark difference in the trees, a clear line between the ancient ones that are untold hundreds or even thousands of cycles old and the new growth since Stonebrook's founding. Every year on your birthday, you and your parents bring flowers to this place. Your parents thank your mother for her sacrifice. Da tells her about you and all you've accomplished while Papa prays that her soul is at peace. Over the years, the tree's enormous plank roots have been decorated with colored banners and decorations made by you and your fathers. This past birthday, you weren't able to visit, and you nearly forgot. As you approach the great tree, you take a deep breath and enjoy the sounds of the night. There's an owl nearby hooting, and in the distance, the deep croaking of a large frog. As you stare, you suddenly notice the light flash from fireflies hovering in the air around you in search of each other. Duri whistles. "That's almost as big around as the trees back home… The roots are as tall as me!" "This," you say as you gesture to it. "Is where I was born – where my fathers found me. They found blood on the road and followed it here." "Oh…oh, I'm…did I say something stupid?" Duri asks. "I'm sorry, I…" You shake your head. "You didn't say anything disrespectful." You almost want to tease Duri for fretting, but the distressed look on $Dhisher face tells you not to. "There's a…special feeling here," Duri says. "It's sort of light, I guess. Peaceful." You nod. "That's a relief because I actually had a nightmare about this place, about her," you start. "I saw – well, I saw some strange projection of her. She was angry, said that //I// was the curse. We were at this tree, and there was blood everywhere." "No way, that's just your head lying to you," Duri says adamantly. You nod. "Sometimes I catch myself agreeing with that dream, though. That I'm the cause of more problems than I'm worth…" You swallow hard. <<if $regret is "struggling">>"And now I've added to that. I took a life that could have been spared. I was desperate, there wasn't much time, I had so little control…"<</if>> You approach the tree, kneeling between the tall roots where your mother gave birth and where her ashes were interred. "Do you think…Do you think she felt I was worth it?" Duri plops down next to you. "I can feel it. Magic lingers in important places, and it always leaves some of the memory of a person or an event. The shrine is like that with my mother. I still feel her. And I think there's something left of your mother here, too. It feels warm." "I wish I knew exactly what was wrong with me, so I could understand her." "We will, in time. I hate to agree with //Ass//ter, but he said that your mama left some sort of mark on you. Either we'll find answers when we break the curse or whatever it is, or when we find a god that gives a damn to help. I'll help you find out, though, you're like a good book, I can't put you down now." You scoff, but laugh. It feels right bringing Duri here, $Dheshe is special to you. It feels right to introduce $Dhimher to your mother this way, share this part of your life and story. You wonder if Duri will do the same with you one day. Maybe your friendship has been a little odd, but it feels //right//. You don't know what you would do without $Dhisher support right now and in the days to come. "Are we really about to leave home and walk into a field of demons?" you ask. Duri sticks $Dhisher tongue out. "Yes, but don't worry, they won't all be as gross as those weird bear ones. I can handle it, and we'll be prepared next time." You shake your head at your luck. "Maybe Aster isn't all right. Maybe I do have a little curse as well." "The only curse you have is being too adorable," the demigod muses, giving you a smirk. You shake your head at the comment. $Dcapitalheshe stays close to you, looking a little smug about something. You enjoy $Dhisher company for a while longer while you gaze upon the tree and think, sharing your heart with the memory of your departed mother. Fireflies light upon the roots and all around you, like tiny stars. The sight of them makes you feel warm and welcomed – at peace. You say your goodbyes and walk back to the road with Duri. [[When you're mounted up and ready to go, you don't hurry Flit along this time.|6.56D2]]

As you ride back, Duri snuggles against your back, so exhausted that $Dheshe prefers to ride with you rather than walk like normal. You notice the glow of a little firefly clinging to your clothes and gently scoop it up with the tip of your finger. Its wings fan out and its rear lights up at you, but it doesn't take off. The display makes you chuckle. "What are you laughing at?" Duri asks and then yawns. "I was just thinking that it was a bit early for fireflies…" "Well, yeah, it's still spring, Lambchop." You still, and look at your finger. The little creature is gone. "You didn't…you didn't see any fireflies?" "No…do they usually appear here in spring? It's late summer usually before I see them at home." Turning in the saddle, you check the area that you just came from. It's dark, but you stare through the trees, squinting hard. Suddenly, there's a speckled glow from within, like hundreds of the little insects showing off at once before it goes dark again for good. You turn back, unsure if your mind is playing tricks. "$mc?" "No…no, it's…it's still too early. But I look forward to seeing them again." You smile to yourself. [[The road is dark on the way home, but the light inside you is all you need to feel safe.|6.56Dend]]

As you get closer to home, you notice that Duri seems to be falling asleep on you. Rousing only when you've stopped Flit and begin to dismount. It's quiet and still, and Duri looks around warily, giving you a strange look as you head into the house. You look into the den and spot Rune and Aster, oddly, huddled together. Rune looks especially stormy. $Rcapitalheshe meets your eyes and nods toward the kitchen. As you approach the door to the kitchen, you hear sniffling. Your heart flutters with worry. When you walk through the door, you spot Zahn sitting in a chair in the middle of the room. $Zcapitalhisher face is bright red with big tear stains trailing down $Zhisher cheeks. $Zcapitalheshe shakes as $Zheshe sobs. Oswin stands just behind $Zhimher with a hand on the pilgrim's shoulder and a stony expression. Your parents stand on either side of the chair, both looking cross with arms folded. The moment Zahn sees you, $Zheshe breaks down with a heavy sob and garbled apologies. Duri puts a supportive hand on your back and shares a look with you. Oswin pats Zahn's shoulder. "Tell $mc what you just told us." Huge, watery blue eyes look at you. $Zcapitalheshe takes a shuddering breath. "I'm- I'm- I'm so sorry, $mc," $Zheshe begins and then cries hard, having difficulty breathing through the emotion. Duri fidget next to you, clearly upset at the display. [[Your head rings with alarm as you take a step forward.|6.57ch6end]]

Flit carries you a short way down the road until you find the juncture that leads to your birthplace and your mother's gravesite. You know just where it is and find it with ease. There's a stark difference in the trees, a clear line between the ancient ones that are untold hundreds or even thousands of cycles old and the new growth since Stonebrook's founding. Every year on your birthday, you and your parents bring flowers to this place. Your parents thank your mother for her sacrifice. Da tells her about you and all you've accomplished while Papa prays that her soul is at peace. Over the years, the tree's enormous plank roots have been decorated with colored banners and decorations made by you and your fathers. This past birthday, you weren't able to visit, and you nearly forgot. As you approach the great tree, you take a deep breath and enjoy the sounds of the night. There's an owl nearby hooting, and in the distance, the deep croaking of a large frog. As you stare, you suddenly notice the light flash from fireflies hovering in the air around you in search of each other. "The trees around here are magnificent," Rune says, placing a hand on one of the giant roots. "This," you say as you gesture to it. "Is where I was born – where my fathers found me. They found blood on the road and followed it here." Rune looks at you with softness. "I'm honored that you would bring me here and share that with me." You nod. "We visit at least once a year, usually more, but this past birthday was especially busy." "Understandable," $Rheshe muses. "There's a special feeling here, even though I'm quite tired, I can sense a very…soft magic here." "That's a relief, actually. I had a nightmare about this place, about her," you start. "I saw – well, I saw some strange projection of her. She was angry, said that //I// was the curse. We were at this tree, and there was blood everywhere." "I promise that is not what I sense. Your mind has been very heavy, nightmares tell easy lies." You hum in thought. "Sometimes I catch myself agreeing with that dream, though. That I'm the cause of more problems than I'm worth…" You swallow hard. <<if $regret is "struggling">>"And now I've added to that. I took a life that could have been spared. I was desperate, there wasn't much time, I had so little control…"<</if>> You approach the tree, kneeling between the tall roots where your mother gave birth and where her ashes were interred. "Do you think…Do you think she felt I was worth it?" Rune kneels with you and looks at the tree for a moment. "I have no doubt. Magic clings in certain places, and if you are sensitive to it, it tells a story. I can't read it all, but the story here is not one of damnation." "I wish I knew exactly what was wrong with me, so I could understand her." "We will search until we learn, and I will be here to see you through it. Aster found what I could not, and as much as I would prefer to tell him that he's wrong…his theory has strong merit. Your mother would not have placed a seal like that over you if she did not care. I think she placed all her hope in you." The sentiment stirs your heart. It feels right bringing Rune here, $Rheshe is special to you. It feels right to introduce $Rhimher to your mother this way, share this part of your life and story. You wonder if Rune will do the same with you one day. Little by little, you hope that $Rheshe will let you in. You don't know what you would do without $Rhisher support right now and in the days to come. "Are we really about to leave home and walk into a field of demons?" you ask. Rune actually laughs. "Indeed, but we'll see it through. We'll be prepared, we'll be stronger next time." You shake your head at your luck. "Maybe Aster isn't all right. Maybe I do have a little curse as well." "It's hard to say, and I'm sure that it feels like the world is out to get you at this point. But, I'll choose to take that as a sign that we're pushing in the right direction. You and even the world will be better for it by the end." That gets you to smile a little. $Rcapitalheshe leans closer to you. You enjoy $Rhisher company for a while longer while you gaze upon the tree and think, sharing your heart with the memory of your departed mother. Fireflies light upon the roots and all around you, like tiny stars. The sight of them makes you feel warm and welcomed – at peace. You say your goodbyes and walk back to the road with Rune. [[When you're mounted up and ready to go, you don't hurry Flit along this time.|6.56R2]]

As you ride back, Rune rests against your back, clearly exhausted from the fight. You notice the glow of a little firefly clinging to your clothes and gently scoop it up with the tip of your finger. Its wings fan out and its rear lights up at you, but it doesn't take off. The display makes you chuckle. "What are you laughing at?" Rune asks and then yawns. "I was just thinking that it was a bit early for fireflies…" "Hm? When do they come out? It's been…ages since I've seen any, I think." You still, and look at your finger. The little creature is gone. "You didn't…you didn't see any fireflies?" You feel Rune shake $Rhisher head. "No…hard to miss with how dark it is." Turning in the saddle, you check the area that you just came from. It's dark, but you stare through the trees, squinting hard. Suddenly, there's a speckled glow from within, like hundreds of the little insects showing off at once before it goes dark again for good. You turn back, unsure if your mind is playing tricks. "$mc?" "No…no, it's…it's still too early; they'll be out in summer. But I look forward to seeing them again." You smile to yourself. [[The road is dark on the way home, but the light inside you is all you need to feel safe.|6.56Rend]]

As you get closer to home, you notice that Rune seems to be falling asleep on you. Rousing only when you've stopped Flit and begin to dismount. It's quiet and still, and the odd look that Rune gives you says that you're not the only one who feels strange about it as you go into the house. You look into the den and spot Duri and Aster, oddly, huddled together. Duri looks especially stormy. $Dcapitalheshe meets your eyes and nods toward the kitchen. As you approach the door to the kitchen, you hear sniffling. Your heart flutters with worry. When you walk through the door, you spot Zahn sitting in a chair in the middle of the room. $Zcapitalhisher face is bright red with big tear stains trailing down $Zhisher cheeks. $Zcapitalheshe shakes as $Zheshe sobs. Oswin stands just behind $Zhimher with a hand on the pilgrim's shoulder and a stony expression. Your parents stand on either side of the chair, both looking cross with arms folded. The moment Zahn sees you, $Zheshe breaks down with a heavy sob and garbled apologies. Rune puts a supportive hand on your back and shares a look with you. Oswin pats Zahn's shoulder. "Tell $mc what you just told us." Huge, watery blue eyes look at you. $Zcapitalheshe takes a shuddering breath. "I'm- I'm- I'm so sorry, $mc," $Zheshe begins and then cries hard, having difficulty breathing through the emotion. Rune looks torn between going to comfort Zahn and staying by your side. [[Your head rings with alarm as you take a step forward.|6.57ch6end]]

Samra carries you a short way down the road until you find the juncture that leads to your birthplace and your mother's gravesite. You know just where it is and find it with ease. There's a stark difference in the trees, a clear line between the ancient ones that are untold hundreds or even thousands of cycles old and the new growth since Stonebrook's founding. Every year on your birthday, you and your parents bring flowers to this place. Your parents thank your mother for her sacrifice. Da tells her about you and all you've accomplished while Papa prays that her soul is at peace. Over the years, the tree's enormous plank roots have been decorated with colored banners and decorations made by you and your fathers. This past birthday, you weren't able to visit, and you nearly forgot. As you approach the great tree, you take a deep breath and enjoy the sounds of the night. There's an owl nearby hooting, and in the distance, the deep croaking of a large frog. As you stare, you suddenly notice the light flash from fireflies hovering in the air around you in search of each other. "The secrets these trees hold must be incredible," Aster muses. "This," you say as you gesture to it. "Is where I was born – where my fathers found me. They found blood on the road and followed it here." Aster makes a face that you cannot read. He seems to want to say something, but doesn't. "We visit at least once a year, usually more, but this past birthday was especially busy." "I can imagine. You've had a difficult go of it, don't feel guilty." His dark eyes dart around. "That…same magic is here – it's very soft, almost playful." "That's a relief, actually. I had a nightmare about this place, about her," you start. "I saw – well, I saw some strange projection of her. She was angry, said that //I// was the curse. We were at this tree, and there was blood everywhere." "Nightmares only tell your darkest secrets to your face, and they are not always true. And if there is truth to them, it is skewed to its worst form." You hum in thought. "Sometimes I catch myself agreeing with that dream, though. That I'm the cause of more problems than I'm worth…" You swallow hard. <<if $regret is "struggling">>"And now I've added to that. I took a life that could have been spared. I was desperate, there wasn't much time, I had so little control…"<</if>> You approach the tree, kneeling between the tall roots where your mother gave birth and where her ashes were interred. "Do you think…Do you think she felt I was worth it?" Aster squats next to you. "She did. I'm more certain now than I was before. It was your mother's seal that I sensed within you. The memory of it lingers here, I just do not know why exactly she did it…" "I wish I knew what was wrong with me, so I could understand her." "We will find out soon enough if my theory is correct. Either way, obtaining the stone will help us fix your problem and understand it. I imagine what we'll learn will paint a clearer picture of your mother and her motivations. She obviously…she wanted to protect you more than anything." The sentiment stirs your heart. It feels right bringing Aster here. With his help, you've learned new things about your mother and what's going on with you. Even if he's a bit prickly, you're beginning to understand him more and enjoy his company – mostly – even though he's a brat sometimes. It feels right to introduce him to your mother this way, share this part of your life and story. You wonder if Aster will open up to you one day. Little by little, you hope that he will let you in. "Are we really about to leave home and walk into a field of demons?" you ask. Aster guffaws. "Don't say ask that like you're not terribly excited," he drawls with sarcasm clear in his tone. You shake your head at your luck. "Are you certain that I'm not even a little bit cursed? Seems like my run has been…rather poor." "I suppose you still could be. Perhaps you're a cursed artifact like the stone…" He looks at you for a long moment. "You're more…gift than curse." That gets you to smile a little. "If you tell those idiots that I said that, I'll deny it and say your magic is making you unstable," he rattles off quickly. You snort but continue to enjoy Aster's company for a while longer while you gaze upon the tree and think, sharing your heart with the memory of your departed mother. Fireflies light upon the roots and all around you, like tiny stars. The sight of them makes you feel warm and welcomed – at peace. You say your goodbyes and walk back to the road again. [[When you're mounted up and ready to go, Aster doesn't hurry Samra along this time.|6.56A2]]

You notice the glow of a little firefly clinging to your clothes and gently scoop it up with the tip of your finger. Its wings fan out and its rear lights up at you, but it doesn't take off. The display makes you chuckle. "Are you laughing at something specific or have you actually lost your mind?" Aster asks. "I was just thinking that it was a bit early for fireflies…" "Well, of course, it's not nearly warm enough. Not that I notice them anyway… I can't remember the last time I saw one actually." You still, and look at your finger. The little creature is gone. "You didn't…you didn't see any fireflies?" Aster chuckles. "No…and my vision is just fine, I think I'd know if I had.." Turning in the saddle, you check the area that you just came from. It's dark, but you stare through the trees, squinting hard. Suddenly, there's a speckled glow from within, like hundreds of the little insects showing off at once before it goes dark again for good. You turn back, unsure if your mind is playing tricks. "$mc?" "No…no, it's…it's still too early; they'll be out in summer. But I look forward to seeing them again." You smile to yourself. [[The road is dark on the way home, but the light inside you is all you need to feel safe.|6.56Aend]]

As you get closer to home, you notice Aster keeps yawning. When you dismount, he acts like he may just continue back to the inn, but changes his mind. It's quiet and still, and the odd look that Aster gives you says that you're not the only one who feels strange about it as you go into the house. You look into the den and spot Duri and Rune huddled together. Duri looks especially stormy. $Dcapitalheshe meets your eyes and nods toward the kitchen. As you approach the door to the kitchen, you hear sniffling. Your heart flutters with worry. When you walk through the door, you spot Zahn sitting in a chair in the middle of the room. $Zcapitalhisher face is bright red with big tear stains trailing down $Zhisher cheeks. $Zcapitalheshe shakes as $Zheshe sobs. Oswin stands just behind $Zhimher with a hand on the pilgrim's shoulder and a stony expression. Your parents stand on either side of the chair, both looking cross with arms folded. The moment Zahn sees you, $Zheshe breaks down with a heavy sob and garbled apologies. Aster lightly touches your back as if to usher you forward. Oswin pats Zahn's shoulder. "Tell $mc what you just told us." Huge, watery blue eyes look at you. $Zcapitalheshe takes a shuddering breath. "I'm- I'm- I'm so sorry, $mc," $Zheshe begins and then cries hard, having difficulty breathing through the emotion. Aster moves away from you and leans against the wall with his arms folded. [[Your head rings with alarm as you take a step forward.|6.57ch6end]]

Enter some information to guide your moment with Duri… *In an effort to be more inclusive and give you more control over the material, this section of character creation has been expanded. It may feel a bit clinical as you go through the selections. This is a new system for sexual content that will eventually be implemented into other moments in the game. Feedback is welcomed to help refine it and make it as inclusive as possible. *On your upper torso are: <<listbox "$chest" autoselect>> <<option "scars">> <<option "pecs">> <<option "breasts">> <</listbox>> *Lower Extremity Terminology: You have a lower extremity that is biologically ascribed to: <<listbox "$vpn" autoselect>> <<option "neither">> <<option "male">> <<option "female">> <</listbox>> [[Continue.|6.DVsetup2]]

<<if $vpn is "male">> Can you ejaculate? <<listbox "$ejac" autoselect>> <<option "no">> <<option "yes">> <</listbox>> Is the term "hard" okay? <<listbox "$hardok" autoselect>> <<option "no">> <<option "yes">> <</listbox>> If no, other terms may be used such as "stiff" or "aroused." Are terms such as penis/cock/dick acceptable? <<listbox "$phallus" autoselect>> <<option "no">> <<option "yes">> <</listbox>> If no, other terms will be used such as: shaft, length, member, form, extension etc… Are the terms testicles/balls acceptable? <<listbox "$sacterm" autoselect>> <<option "no">> <<option "yes">> <</listbox>> If no, terms such as stones or pouch will be used. [[Continue.|C.2.5a]] <<elseif $vpn is "female">> Are you okay with terms such as: vagina/pussy/cunt. <<listbox "$chamber" autoselect>> <<option "no">> <<option "yes">> <</listbox>> If no, other terms will be used, such as: hollow, passage, depths, core, etc… Does your body produce lubrication? <<listbox "$lube" autoselect>> <<option "no">> <<option "yes">> <</listbox>> Are you comfortable with the term "wet?" <<listbox "$wetterm" autoselect>> <<option "no">> <<option "yes">> <</listbox>> If no, other terms such as "arousal" will be used. Are you comfortable with the term "clit?" <<listbox "$clitterm" autoselect>> <<option "no">> <<option "yes">> <</listbox>> If no, other terms will be used, such as: bud, nerve point, ridge, node, etc… [[Continue.|C.2.5b]] <<else>> Select your primary sexual organ: <<listbox "$organ" autoselect>> <<option "phallus">> <<option "chamber">> <</listbox>> For additional clarification: -"Phallus" refers to any sex organ that protrudes from the body. It //might// be able to be used for penetration if desired, and may function similarly to a penis or clitoris. This selection assumes this is the primary organ for the sexual moment even if another, such as another entrance to the body, is also present. If penetration of the MC occurs during a story, it will be from anal. -"Chamber" refers to a sex organ that is internal, and can be penetrated if desired, and //might// function similarly to a vagina. It will also assume there is an external component that can be stimulated. If penetration of the MC occurs during the story, it will use this organ unless otherwise chosen by the player if the story allows. This selection will be used to further customize your MC as much as possible within the limits of coding for these scenes. [[Continue.|C.2.5c]] <</if>>

<<nobr>> <<if $hardok is "no">><<set $hard to "stiff">><<else>><<set $hard to "hard">><</if>> <<if $phallus is "no">> <<set $penis to "form">> <<set $cock to "length">> <<set $dick to "member">> <<else>> <<set $penis to "penis">> <<set $cock to "cock">> <<set $dick to "dick">> <</if>> <<if $sacterm is "no">> <<set $balls to "stones">> <<set $testicles to "pouch">> <<elseif $sacterm is "yes">> <<set $balls to "balls">> <<set $testicles to "testicles">> <<else>><</if>> <</nobr>><<set $phallus to true>> You twiddle your thumbs as you sit cross-legged and face each other. "You nervous?" Duri asks with an uncharacteristically serious expression. <<if $Dgen is 'female'>>[[Yes.|6.Fduri][$DVfeeling to "nervous"]] [[No.|6.Fduri][$DVfeeling to "confident"]]<<else>>[[Yes.|6.Mduri][$DVfeeling to "nervous"]] [[No.|6.Mduri][$DVfeeling to "confident"]] <</if>>

<<nobr>> <<if $wetterm is "no">> <<set $wet to "aroused">> <<set $wetness to "arousal">> <<else>> <<set $wet to "wet">> <<set $wetness to "wetness">> <</if>> <<if $chamber is "no">> <<set $pussy to "passage">> <<set $cunt to "core">> <<else>> <<set $pussy to "pussy">> <<set $cunt to "cunt">> <</if>> <<if $clitterm is "no">> <<set $clit to "bud">> <<set $clit2 to "nerve point">> <<set $clit3 to "ridge">> <<else>> <<set $clit to "clit">> <<set $clit2 to "nerve point">> <<set $clit3 to "ridge">> <</if>> <</nobr>><<set $chamber to true>> You twiddle your thumbs as you sit cross-legged and face each other. "You nervous?" Duri asks with an uncharacteristically serious expression. <<if $Dgen is 'female'>>[[Yes.|6.Fduri][$DVfeeling to "nervous"]] [[No.|6.Fduri][$DVfeeling to "confident"]]<<else>>[[Yes.|6.Mduri][$DVfeeling to "nervous"]] [[No.|6.Mduri][$DVfeeling to "confident"]] <</if>>

<<if $organ is "phallus">> Can you ejaculate? <<listbox "$ejac" autoselect>> <<option "no">> <<option "yes">> <</listbox>> Is the term "hard" okay? <<listbox "$hard" autoselect>> <<option "no">> <<option "yes">> <</listbox>> If no, other terms may be used such as "stiff." Are terms such as penis/cock/dick acceptable? <<listbox "$phallus" autoselect>> <<option "no">> <<option "yes">> <</listbox>> If no, other terms will be used such as: shaft, length, member, form, extension etc… Do you have a sac attached to your phallus? <<listbox "$sac" autoselect>> <<option "no">> <<option "yes">> <</listbox>> *If YES, are the terms testicles/balls acceptable? <<listbox "$sacterm" autoselect>> <<option "null">> <<option "no">> <<option "yes">> <</listbox>> If no, terms such as: stones or pouch will be used. [[Continue.|C.2.5c2]] <<else>> Are you okay with terms such as: vagina/pussy/cunt. <<listbox "$chamber" autoselect>> <<option "no">> <<option "yes">> <</listbox>> If no, other terms will be used, such as: hollow, passage, depths, core, etc… Does your body produce lubrication? <<listbox "$lube" autoselect>> <<option "no">> <<option "yes">> <</listbox>> *If YES, are you comfortable with the term "wet?" <<listbox "$wetterm" autoselect>> <<option "no">> <<option "yes">> <</listbox>> If no, other terms such as "arousal" will be used. Are you comfortable with the term "clit?" <<listbox "$clitterm" autoselect>> <<option "no">> <<option "yes">> <</listbox>> If no, other terms will be used, such as: bud, nerve point, ridge, etc… [[Continue.|C.2.5c3]] <</if>>

<<nobr>> <<if $hardok is "no">><<set $hard to "stiff">><<else>><<set $hard to "hard">><</if>> <<if $phallus is "no">> <<set $penis to "form">> <<set $cock to "length">> <<set $dick to "member">> <<else>> <<set $penis to "penis">> <<set $cock to "cock">> <<set $dick to "dick">> <</if>> <<if $sacterm is "no">> <<set $balls to "stones">> <<set $testicles to "pouch">> <<elseif $sacterm is "yes">><<set $balls to "balls">> <<set $testicles to "testicles">><<else>><</if>> <</nobr>><<set $phallus to true>> You twiddle your thumbs as you sit cross-legged and face each other. "You nervous?" Duri asks with an uncharacteristically serious expression. <<if $Dgen is 'female'>>[[Yes.|6.Fduri][$DVfeeling to "nervous"]] [[No.|6.Fduri][$DVfeeling to "confident"]]<<else>>[[Yes.|6.Mduri][$DVfeeling to "nervous"]] [[No.|6.Mduri][$DVfeeling to "confident"]] <</if>>

She nods <<if $DVfeeling is "nervous">>"That's okay. We're just gonna talk first, and then if it's too much, we can stop."<<else>>"Good, we'll just talk first and then if you're still feeling fine, we can keep going."<</if>> "Okay," you agree. Duri leans back and folds her arms. "Now, you're probably…I imagine that it seems strange that someone like me would care about this stuff." You hum in agreement. "Yeah, it crossed my mind. You seem pretty…flexible with these things." "That's still true. Really, first times and all that are just personal preference, maybe you don't really care. I care because it mattered to me once, and I was too caught up in being…flexible, and it sort of ruined something that I would always remember." "So, your first was bad?" She makes a face. "Yes and no. I didn't tell the guy I was with that I hadn't had sex before. I just went for it, and for him, it was business as usual. We didn't set any boundaries or rules. He was too rough for a first timer; he didn't ask what I wanted, and I didn't tell him either. It just happened, and then it was over. I felt sort of gross after when I was hoping to feel more…excited about sex." You lean back on your hands and stretch your legs out. "Is this your way of making up for that? Do you do this with every virgin?" A pink blush fills Duri's cheeks as $Dheshe scratches the back of her head and looks away from you. "I've actually…I guess you could say I'm a virgin in that I've never had sex with a virgin." You chuckle. "I don't think that quantifies virginity." "Either way, since you're interested and I trust you to know what you want – I wanted to make it nice for you. It's also self-serving, of course, and I guess it does help me feel better about my own first time." You chew on your next question carefully. "Did that man hurt you?" She shakes her head. "No, just left me with questions that I talked to my uncle about in a horribly awkward conversation after. We remained friends for a while after. But I never told anyone but my uncle about it all, so don't go blabbing my secrets, ok?" You agree with a nod. Duri gives you the grin that you know her for – wolfish and full of mayhem. "Now, if you got questions, ask. Then, we get to the fun part." [[You don't want to ask questions.|6.FDquestionskip]] [[You do have a few questions.|6.MDquestions]]

He nods <<if $DVfeeling is "nervous">>"That's okay. We're just gonna talk first, and then if it's too much, we can stop."<<else>>"Good, we'll just talk first and then if you're still feeling fine, we can keep going."<</if>> "Okay," you agree. Duri leans back and folds his arms. "Now, you're probably…I imagine that it seems strange that someone like me would care about this stuff." You hum in agreement. "Yeah, it crossed my mind. You seem pretty…flexible with these things." "That's still true. Really, first times and all that are just personal preference, maybe you don't really care. I care because it mattered to me once, and I was too caught up in being…flexible, and it sort of ruined something that I would always remember." "So, your first was bad?" He makes a face. "Yes and no. I didn't tell the guy I was with that I hadn't had sex before. I just went for it, and for him, it was business as usual. We didn't set any boundaries or rules. He was too rough for a first timer; he didn't ask what I wanted, and I didn't tell him either. It just happened, and then it was over. I felt sort of gross after when I was hoping to feel more…excited about sex." You lean back on your hands and stretch your legs out. "Is this your way of making up for that? Do you do this with every virgin?" A pink blush fills Duri's cheeks as he scratches the back of his head and looks away from you. "I've actually…I guess you could say I'm a virgin in that I've never had sex with a virgin." You chuckle. "I don't think that quantifies virginity." "Either way, since you're interested and I trust you to know what you want – I wanted to make it nice for you. It's also self-serving, of course, and I guess it does help me feel better about my own first time." You chew on your next question carefully. "Did that man hurt you?" He shakes his head. "No, just left me with questions that I talked to my uncle about in a horribly awkward conversation after. We remained friends for a while after. But I never told anyone but my uncle about it all, so don't go blabbing my secrets, ok?" You agree with a nod. Duri gives you the grin that you know him for – wolfish and full of mayhem. "Now, if you got questions, ask. Then, we get to the fun part." [[You don't want to ask questions.|6.MDquestionskip]] [[You do have a few questions.|6.MDquestions]]

<<set $virgin to false>> Duri treats you to a good time. The demigod surprises you by being a kind teacher. $Dcapitalheshe shares tips with you and can't resist showing off for you. You're a little surprised by $Dhisher insistence at being a teacher and you write it off as being partly a fetish of some kind. You leave with a standing offer to fool around any time. <<if $Dstat is 'romantic'>>There's an odd moment as well during this discussion where Duri became a little tense when discussing if you were going to sleep with anyone else.<</if>> [[Your routine continues like normal for the next several days.|6.41]]

<<include "MDurichoices">>

Duri waits for you to ask something... <<if $DVhurt is true>>You asked about pain.<<else>>[["Will it hurt?"|6.DVhurt]]<</if>> <<if $DVstop is true>>You asked if stopping was okay if you changed your mind.<<else>>[["If I don't like it can we stop?"|6.DVstop]]<</if>> <<if $DVcome is true>>You asked about coming.<<else>>[["Will I come? Or do we even come at the same time?"|6.DVcome]]<</if>> <<if $DVkiss is true>>You asked if Duri will kiss you.<<else>>[["Will you kiss me?"|6.DVkiss]]<</if>> <<if $DVstay is true>>You asked if Duri will stay after sex.<<else>>[["Will you stay after?"|6.DVstay]]<</if>> <<if $DVregret is true>>You asked about regretting the experience.<<else>>[["What if I regret it?"|6.DVregret]]<</if>> <<if $DVdifference is true>>You asked if there was a difference in sex between gods and humans.<<else>>[["Is it different between gods and humans?"|6.DVdifference]]<</if>> <<if $DVfleas is true>>You asked about the risk of getting fleas and Duri won't forget that.<<else>>[["Do you have fleas?"|6.DVfleas]]<</if>> <<if $Dgen is 'female'>>[[You have no more questions.|6.DVquestionsdoneF]]<<else>>[[You have no more questions.|6.DVquestionsdoneM]]<</if>>

<<set $DVhurt to true>> Duri tilts $Dhisher head. "It might. That depends on what we do. Honestly, sex shouldn't hurt unless something isn't quite right, but there's always a chance. We should both do our best to listen to each other in case it happens. Neither of us can know if something is wrong unless we speak up – remember that. The more relaxed you are, the better it will be. That was a problem during my first – I wasn't relaxed and it hurt me a little. And it's not just your first time that's like that. It can still hurt if you go too fast or don't read your partner well, or if you stay silent when something isn't right. Sex isn't the same every time, even with the same person." [[You think of your next question.|6.MDquestions]]

<<set $DVstop to true>> Duri's eyes go wide. "Of course! We can stop, or even if you just want to pause for a bit, that's fine too. We can stop and try later, whatever you want – I'm flexible in about every way you can imagine." [[You think of your next question.|6.MDquestions]]

<<set $DVcome to true>> You're surprised when Duri shrugs. "I plan on making you come, but pleasure isn't a straight line for everyone. If you're not relaxed, if you are stressed – it may be difficult for you to get there. But, if that happens, it doesn't mean you can't still enjoy it. Sex doesn't have to just be about coming. Think of that as like…//dessert//. It can be the best part of a meal for some, but you don't have to have it to be satisfied – especially if you don't like sweets." You nod along. Duri continues, "As far as coming at the same time – it happens, but I think Runey's books describe that more often than it actually happens that way. But we might be close – I want to make you come first, and I get off seeing or hearing others come." $Dcapitalheshe gives you a lopsided grin. [[You think of your next question.|6.MDquestions]]

<<set $DVkiss to true>> "Yeah, probably...I tend to be //mouthy//." [[You think of your next question.|6.MDquestions]]

<<set $DVstay to true>> "Of course, unless you want your space or have another visitor, I will stay." Duri smiles sweetly at you. [[You think of your next question.|6.MDquestions]]

<<set $DVregret to true>> $Dcapitalheshe furrows $Dhisher brows. "Then I'm sorry – deeply sorry, but don't do this with me now if you have any inkling of doubt. You can always do it later with me or someone else, but if you do it now while you have doubts, you can't take that back. I can't make that decision for you or read your mind." [[You think of your next question.|6.MDquestions]]

<<set $DVdifference to true>> Duri shrugs. "Nope, not really. Gods fuck, same as humans, but some come with extra parts. Because of how my magic works, I can alter some bits of my body if I want to…but I've never tried it during sex before." "Really? I would figure you've tried it all." "It might shock you that I don't care to spread the word that I'm a demigod to the people I sleep with." [[You think of your next question.|6.MDquestions]]

<<include "FDurichoices">>

<<include "MDurichoices">>

<<include "FDurichoices">>

Duri brings his hands together and rubs them as if a delicious meal has been presented. "Well then, let's set some rules and get to the fun stuff," he says. "What rules?" "Hm, maybe rules is a bad word for what I mean. I guess I only have one rule – don't ask me to be rough and don't be rough with me. At least for this first time, next time we can do other things." You nod. "Define rough for me." He scratches his chin. "Like, smacking or holding down. Being excited and a bit…uh, vigorous is fine, just not aggressive. I…I can sometimes get a little too into it. And I like to be tossed around as much as anyone, but I'd rather you have a //feel// for sex first." His insistence really makes you wonder what his first time was like. Is he really just being cautious with you? You're not exactly delicate after all you've suffered in life. Seeing this concerned and sweet side of Duri, though, is a bit nice. "Alright!" Duri claps. "Now – fun stuff. How do you want it?" You tilt your head. <<if $phallus is true>>"Do you want to fuck me or do you want to be fucked?" Duri asks. "I like both, and since it's your first time – it's all up to you." "You don't have a firm preference?" He shrugs. "I lean toward more of doing the fucking, but it's not like these are //hard// rules we have to follow." He gives you a smirk. [[You want Duri to lead.|6.DV.DtopMCp]] [[You want to lead.|6.DV.DbottomMCp]] <<else>> "Do you want to fuck me or do you want to be fucked?" Duri asks. "I like both, and since it's your first time – it's all up to you." "You don't have a firm preference?" He shrugs. "I lean toward more of doing the fucking, but it's not like these are //hard// rules we have to follow." He gives you a smirk. "That's why I got the harness thing – you should be able to do this however you want." [[You want Duri to lead.|6.DV.DtopMCc]] [[You want to lead.|6.DV.DbottomMCc]]<</if>> [[Actually…you've changed your mind and want to call this off.|6.DVcancelled]]

Duri brings her hands together and rubs them as if a delicious meal has been presented. "Well then, let's set some rules and get to the fun stuff," she says. "What rules?" "Hm, maybe rules is a bad word for what I mean. I guess I only have one rule – don't ask me to be rough and don't be rough with me. At least for this first time, next time we can do other things." You nod. "Define rough for me." She scratches her chin. "Like, smacking or holding down. Being excited and a bit…uh, vigorous is fine, just not aggressive. I…I can sometimes get a little too into it. And I like to be tossed around as much as anyone, but I'd rather you have a //feel// for sex first." Her insistence really makes you wonder what her first time was like. Is she really just being cautious with you? You're not exactly delicate after all you've suffered in life. Seeing this concerned and sweet side of Duri, though, is a bit nice. "Alright!" Duri claps. "Now – fun stuff. How do you want it?" You tilt your head. <<if $phallus is true>>"Do you want to fuck me or do you want to be fucked?" Duri asks. "I like both and since it's your first time – it's all up to you." "You don't have a firm preference?" She shrugs. "I lean toward more of doing the fucking, but it's not like these are //hard// rules we have to follow." She gives you a smirk. "That's why I got the harness thing – you should be able to do this however you want." [[You want Duri to lead using the toy on you.|6.DV.DFtopstrapMCp]] [[You want to lead.|6.DV.DFbottomMCp]] <<else>> "Do you want to fuck me or do you want to be fucked?" Duri asks. "I like both and since it's your first time – it's all up to you." "You don't have a firm preference?" She shrugs. "I lean toward more of doing the fucking, but it's not like these are //hard// rules we have to follow." She gives you a smirk. "That's why I got the harness thing – you should be able to do this however you want." [[You want Duri to lead using the toy on you.|6.DV.DFtopstrapMCc]] [[You want to lead using the toy on Duri.|6.DV.DFbottomMCc]]<</if>> [[Actually…you've changed your mind and want to call this off.|6.DVcancelled]]

<<set $DVfleas to true>> Duri narrows $Dhisher eyes at you. Silence hangs heavy in the air. "//No//," Duri finally says. [[You think of your next question.|6.MDquestions]]

Duri nods. "I'm happy to work with that, Lambchop." He leans forward, and his eyes go intensely predatory. "Let me show you the ropes…" You recline back as he encroaches on your space. "Why do I get the feeling that this is some sort of fetish for you?" He keeps going until he's hovering over the top of you. "Should always follow your instincts, my <<if $mark is 'tree'>>sweet Sapling<<elseif $mark is 'sun'>>little Sunbeam<<elseif $mark is 'storm'>>little Raincloud<<elseif $mark is 'plants'>>little Bramble<<elseif $mark is 'night'>>little Moonbeam<<elseif $mark is 'mountain'>>sweet Stone<</if>>." You swallow as Duri begins his attack. The atmosphere he creates leaves you feeling like you'll be ravished after all – that he'll break the only real rule he set for himself right away. But, he doesn't. He just touches you. He touches you, running his hands along your legs, sides, and up your neck with eyes hooded. Those same eyes, honey-brown and full of desire, meet your gaze. Watching you carefully for a reaction, as he begins to slide his fingers under your clothing. Again, he doesn't ravish you – he plays gently along your skin – massaging almost, caressing carefully. He's…savoring you, memorizing your face and enjoying <<if $bodytype is 'broad and sturdy'>>the hard muscle of your frame<<elseif $bodytype is 'athletic and agile'>>the sleek muscle of your frame<<elseif $bodytype is 'curvy'>>the sweeping curves of your frame<<elseif $bodytype is 'toned and lean'>>the tight plains of your body<<elseif $bodytype is 'slender'>>the thin lines of your body<<elseif $bodytype is 'voluptuous'>>the succulent curves of your frame<</if>>. Duri breathes raggedly<<if $Dstat is 'romantic'>>, and his eyes almost look desperate to drink you in<</if>>. You feel his cock press against your leg. He lowers his face to your neck and kisses gently. You squirm at the feeling for a moment, and he pauses to see if you'll react poorly before continuing. It dawns on you that he smells of <<if $favsmell is "citrus">> lemongrass <<elseif $favsmell is "vanilla with warm spices">>vanilla<<elseif $favsmell is "the forest">>sweet spruce<<elseif $favsmell is "sweet candies">>sugar sweets<<elseif $favsmell is "herbs">>herbs<<elseif $favsmell is "flowers">>honeysuckle and lavender<</if>>. Each kiss gets longer as he works his way along your throat until he reaches your ear. "I took a fancy to you right away, you know…" "Yeah? Is that really much of a feat with you?" The snark slips out unbidden – you are your da's child. Thankfully, he laughs. "I suppose not." He kisses again, below your ear. "I see…the way I see people is different. Maybe there isn't much I don't like. Bodies are beautiful – all are different and tell a story of their own. Same with scents." Another kiss. "There's a radiance with you. It's your eyes, your story… <<if $Dstat is 'romantic'>><<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>How timid you can be, how you squirm when I look at you and make me want to pounce without thinking<<else>>How brazen you can be, how you can stare me down like no one else does<</if>>. It's how <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>soft you can be, even – the kindness you show.<<else>>firm you can be – how you don't take shit.<</if>><<else>>It's more than how delectable I find your body. You make me curious, draw my interest, unlike almost anyone I have met.<</if>> You make me want to be a part of your story, $mc." He licks the shell of your ear. You shiver under him, unsure of how to respond for the moment. Duri leans up and takes your hands by the wrists, bringing them to his body. He encourages you to run them along his form as he did to you, so you tentatively feel him out, appreciating the lean muscle under his robes. <<if $DVfeeling is "nervous">>Your hands shake, but Duri helps you press on, though he watches your face carefully.<<else>>Duri smiles as you enjoy yourself, testing the limits of touching him.<</if>> Once you've had a few moments to enjoy just touching and teasing, Duri slips his robes off. As usual, it's a quick and sudden affair to get him naked. You glance down – as if you could help it even if you wanted to. He's hard. This is new. You've seen it – everyone has at this point. It's…grown a good deal, and if the smirk on Duri's face is enough to go on, he's quite proud of it and glad you noticed. You note that it has a bit of a sharper angle to it, the shaft curving upward. The head is darker, having emerged from the foreskin; it flares a good bit before sloping to the tip. Perhaps you don't know much, but it still //looks// like it would //feel// really good. In another moment, Duri is slowly tugging away your clothing. <<if $clothing is "revealing">>"Do you have any idea how much you tempt me? How much I catch myself from touching that beautiful skin? But what's worse is the temptation of the parts I can't see. Do you have any idea how torturous it is?"<<else>>"Do you have any idea how tempting your clothing is? Don't get me wrong, it is lovely – very //you// – but it covers all the good parts. And by that, I mean – ''everything''. You leave me wondering what's underneath…"<</if>> You allow him to strip you down, watching how his eyes light up every time a new span of your flesh is revealed to him. <<if $interestwound is 'axescarbelowrightknee'>>He runs a thumb along the scar under your right knee.<<elseif $interestwound is 'treescrapeonleftshoulder'>>He runs a thumb over the scar on your left shoulder.<<elseif $interestwound is 'punctureinrightarm'>>He pokes the scar on your right arm with a finger.<<elseif $interestwound is 'scaracrosshand'>>He lifts your hand to kiss the scar that mars it.<<elseif $interestwound is 'scaronbackofthigh'>>As he lifts your leg, he gently runs a hand along the scar on your thigh.<<elseif $interestwound is 'lefttemplemark'>>He gently sweeps a thumb over the scar on your temple.<<elseif $interestwound is 'oswinscar'>>He runs his hand over the scar in your right arm.<<elseif $interestwound is 'stringslap'>>He runs a hand along the scar on your arm from your bowstring.<<elseif $interestwound is 'frontshouldershotscar'>>He gently caresses the scar in your right shoulder.<<elseif $interestwound is 'burnonleftlowleg'>>He runs his hand down the burn scar on your left leg.<<elseif $interestwound is 'bitemarkleftarm'>>He smirks as he runs a finger along the bite-shaped scar on your left arm.<<elseif $interestwound is 'righthandpoison'>>He gently kisses the scars on your right hand.<<elseif $interestwound is 'neckrash'>>He softly caresses the scar along your neck with the tip of his fingers.<<elseif $interestwound is 'pinfinger'>>He gently kisses the scar on your middle finger from the game that went wrong for you.<<elseif $interestwound is 'eyebrowscar'>>He runs his thumb along your right eyebrow, smirking at the scar there.<<elseif $interestwound is 'handknifescar'>>He softly kisses the scar in your hand from when you were slicing bread years ago.<<elseif $interestwound is 'leftarmburn'>>He gently caresses the burn scar on your left arm.<<elseif $interestwound is 'headwound'>>He softly runs his fingers along the scar on your forehead with a smirk.<</if>> He stares at you intently. <<if $Dstat is 'romantic'>>His eyes appear glazed over, and you note that the rise and fall of his chest has deepened considerably. He licks his lips, but his brow furrows in a strange way. Just for a moment, he looks unsure.<<else>>His eyes burn a trail over all the intimate spans of your skin. He lingers over your chest and waist. He takes a long look at your loins and bites his lip. The wolf looks…hungry.<</if>> Duri brings his lips to your ear again. "Tell me now before we get into it…Do you want me to come inside of you? There will be a lot, it will probably feel warm for a moment, leave you wet and sticky…" He flicks your ear with his tongue. "And //dripping//. It can feel good, but not everyone likes it, so I want to warn you now." [[You want Duri to come inside of you.|6.DV.DtopMCp2][$comein to "yes"]] [[You do not want Duri to come inside you.|6.DV.DtopMCp2][$comein to "no"]]

Duri nods. "I'm happy to work with that, Lambchop." He leans forward, and his eyes go intensely predatory. "Let me be your guide…" <<if $DVfeeling is "nervous">>You worry your hands together. "So…how do I even start?"<<else>>You bite your lip. "I'm eager to jump in."<</if>> <<if $ejac is "yes">>He holds up a finger. "First, one more rule since we're doing it this way. Don't come inside of me. It's nothing against you, I just don't like it." "Of course," you agree. "Just be careful, it may feel intense, and you might blow right away." <</if>>Duri grins. "So, the number one lesson if you're doing the fucking is to listen to your partner, the second is the warm up." "The warm up?" you ask, though you're pretty sure you know where this goes. "If you just stick it in and wiggle it around, you only satisfy yourself – in the most pathetic of ways, I'll add. If you fuck me as is, I won't be relaxed enough to enjoy it, and you might hurt me. You gotta start with touching, playing, stuff like that." His eyes narrow. "And you can start any time…" Duri leans over and runs a hand over your jaw with a soft touch. His hand runs down to your neck and then your shoulder. You scoot closer and mimic the movements. "Is this a sort of fetish for you?" He smirks. "Should always follow your instincts, my <<if $mark is 'tree'>>sweet Sapling<<elseif $mark is 'sun'>>little Sunbeam<<elseif $mark is 'storm'>>little Raincloud<<elseif $mark is 'plants'>>little Bramble<<elseif $mark is 'night'>>little Moonbeam<<elseif $mark is 'mountain'>>sweet Stone<</if>>..." You swallow as Duri begins his attack. The atmosphere he creates leaves you feeling like you'll be ravished after all – that he'll break the only real rule he set for himself right away. But, he doesn't. He just touches you. He touches you, running his hands along your legs, sides, and up your neck with eyes hooded. Those same eyes, honey-brown and full of desire, meet your gaze. Watching you carefully for a reaction, as he begins to slide his fingers under your clothing. Again, he doesn't ravish you – he plays gently along your skin – massaging almost, caressing carefully. He's…savoring you, memorizing your face and enjoying <<if $bodytype is 'broad and sturdy'>>the hard muscle of your frame<<elseif $bodytype is 'athletic and agile'>>the sleek muscle of your frame<<elseif $bodytype is 'curvy'>>the sweeping curves of your frame<<elseif $bodytype is 'toned and lean'>>the tight plains of your body<<elseif $bodytype is 'slender'>>the thin lines of your body<<elseif $bodytype is 'voluptuous'>>the succulent curves of your frame<</if>>. Duri breathes raggedly<<if $Dstat is 'romantic'>>, and his eyes almost look desperate to drink you in<</if>>. He lowers his face to your neck and kisses gently. You squirm at the feeling for a moment, and he pauses to see if you'll react poorly before continuing. It dawns on you that he smells of <<if $favsmell is "citrus">> lemongrass <<elseif $favsmell is "vanilla with warm spices">>vanilla<<elseif $favsmell is "the forest">>sweet spruce<<elseif $favsmell is "sweet candies">>sugar sweets<<elseif $favsmell is "herbs">>herbs<<elseif $favsmell is "flowers">>honeysuckle and lavender<</if>>. Each kiss gets longer as he works his way along your throat until he reaches your ear. "I took a fancy to you right away, you know…" "Yeah? Is that really much of a feat with you?" The snark slips out unbidden – you are your da's child. Thankfully, he laughs. "I suppose not." He kisses again, below your ear. "I see…the way I see people is different. Maybe there isn't much I don't like. Bodies are beautiful – all are different and tell a story of their own. Same with scents." Another kiss. "There's a radiance with you. It's your eyes, your story… <<if $Dstat is 'romantic'>><<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>How timid you can be, how you squirm when I look at you and make me want to pounce without thinking<<else>>How brazen you can be, how you can stare me down like no one else does<</if>>. It's how <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>soft you can be, even – the kindness you show.<<else>>firm you can be – how you don't take shit.<</if>><<else>>It's more than how delectable I find your body. You make me curious, draw my interest, unlike almost anyone I have met.<</if>> You make me want to be a part of your story, $mc." He licks the shell of your ear. You shiver under him, unsure of how to respond for the moment. Duri leans up and takes your hands by the wrists, bringing them to his body. He encourages you to run them along his form as he did to you, so you tentatively feel him out, appreciating the lean muscle under his robes. <<if $DVfeeling is "nervous">>Your hands shake, but Duri helps you press on, though he watches your face carefully.<<else>>Duri smiles as you enjoy yourself, testing the limits of touching him.<</if>> Once you've had a few moments to enjoy just touching and teasing, Duri slips his robes off. As usual, it's a quick and sudden affair to get him naked. You glance down as his fingers slip between his legs to his ass. He rubs slowly while you watch, entranced. It feels unreal to watch another person touch themselves like this in front of you. The action sends a surge of longing right to your loins. You feel yourself getting aroused. In another moment, Duri is slowly tugging away your clothing. <<if $clothing is "revealing">>"Do you have any idea how much you tempt me? How much I catch myself from touching that beautiful skin? But what's worse is the temptation of the parts I can't see. Do you have any idea how torturous it is?"<<else>>"Do you have any idea how tempting your clothing is? Don't get me wrong, it is lovely – very //you// – but it covers all the good parts. And by that, I mean – ''everything''. You leave me wondering what's underneath…"<</if>> You allow him to strip you down, watching how his eyes light up every time a new span of your flesh is revealed to him. <<if $interestwound is 'axescarbelowrightknee'>>He runs a thumb along the scar under your right knee.<<elseif $interestwound is 'treescrapeonleftshoulder'>>He runs a thumb over the scar on your left shoulder.<<elseif $interestwound is 'punctureinrightarm'>>He pokes the scar on your right arm with a finger.<<elseif $interestwound is 'scaracrosshand'>>He lifts your hand to kiss the scar that mars it.<<elseif $interestwound is 'scaronbackofthigh'>>As he lifts your leg, he gently runs a hand along the scar on your thigh.<<elseif $interestwound is 'lefttemplemark'>>He gently sweeps a thumb over the scar on your temple.<<elseif $interestwound is 'oswinscar'>>He runs his hand over the scar in your right arm.<<elseif $interestwound is 'stringslap'>>He runs a hand along the scar on your arm from your bowstring.<<elseif $interestwound is 'frontshouldershotscar'>>He gently caresses the scar in your right shoulder.<<elseif $interestwound is 'burnonleftlowleg'>>He runs his hand down the burn scar on your left leg.<<elseif $interestwound is 'bitemarkleftarm'>>He smirks as he runs a finger along the bite-shaped scar on your left arm.<<elseif $interestwound is 'righthandpoison'>>He gently kisses the scars on your right hand.<<elseif $interestwound is 'neckrash'>>He softly caresses the scar along your neck with the tip of his fingers.<<elseif $interestwound is 'pinfinger'>>He gently kisses the scar on your middle finger from the game that went wrong for you.<<elseif $interestwound is 'eyebrowscar'>>He runs his thumb along your right eyebrow, smirking at the scar there.<<elseif $interestwound is 'handknifescar'>>He softly kisses the scar in your hand from when you were slicing bread years ago.<<elseif $interestwound is 'leftarmburn'>>He gently caresses the burn scar on your left arm.<<elseif $interestwound is 'headwound'>>He softly runs his fingers along the scar on your forehead with a smirk.<</if>> He stares at you intently. <<if $Dstat is 'romantic'>>His eyes appear glazed over, and you note that the rise and fall of his chest has deepened considerably. He licks his lips, but his brow furrows in a strange way. Just for a moment, he looks unsure.<<else>>His eyes burn a trail over all the intimate spans of your skin. He lingers over your chest and waist. He takes a long look at your loins and bites his lip. The wolf looks…hungry.<</if>> Duri brings his lips to your ear again. "It's probably time that we //really// get started, don't you think?" [[You swallow hard and nod.|6.DV.DbottomMCp2]]

Duri nods. "I'm happy to work with that, Lambchop." He leans forward, and his eyes go intensely predatory. "Let me show you the ropes…" You recline back as he encroaches on your space. "Why do I get the feeling that this is some sort of fetish for you?" He keeps going until he's hovering over the top of you. "Should always follow your instincts, my <<if $mark is 'tree'>>sweet Sapling<<elseif $mark is 'sun'>>little Sunbeam<<elseif $mark is 'storm'>>little Raincloud<<elseif $mark is 'plants'>>little Bramble<<elseif $mark is 'night'>>little Moonbeam<<elseif $mark is 'mountain'>>sweet Stone<</if>>." You swallow as Duri begins his attack. The atmosphere he creates leaves you feeling like you'll be ravished after all – that he'll break the only real rule he set for himself right away. But, he doesn't. He just touches you. He touches you, running his hands along your legs, sides, and up your neck with eyes hooded. Those same eyes, honey-brown and full of desire, meet your gaze. Watching you carefully for a reaction, as he begins to slide his fingers under your clothing. Again, he doesn't ravish you – he plays gently along your skin – massaging almost, caressing carefully. He's…savoring you, memorizing your face and enjoying <<if $bodytype is 'broad and sturdy'>>the hard muscle of your frame<<elseif $bodytype is 'athletic and agile'>>the sleek muscle of your frame<<elseif $bodytype is 'curvy'>>the sweeping curves of your frame<<elseif $bodytype is 'toned and lean'>>the tight plains of your body<<elseif $bodytype is 'slender'>>the thin lines of your body<<elseif $bodytype is 'voluptuous'>>the succulent curves of your frame<</if>>. Duri breathes raggedly<<if $Dstat is 'romantic'>>, and his eyes almost look desperate to drink you in<</if>>. You feel his cock press against your leg. He lowers his face to your neck and kisses gently. You squirm at the feeling for a moment, and he pauses to see if you'll react poorly before continuing. It dawns on you that he smells of <<if $favsmell is "citrus">> lemongrass <<elseif $favsmell is "vanilla with warm spices">>vanilla<<elseif $favsmell is "the forest">>sweet spruce<<elseif $favsmell is "sweet candies">>sugar sweets<<elseif $favsmell is "herbs">>herbs<<elseif $favsmell is "flowers">>honeysuckle and lavender<</if>>. Each kiss gets longer as he works his way along your throat until he reaches your ear. "I took a fancy to you right away, you know…" "Yeah? Is that really much of a feat with you?" The snark slips out unbidden – you are your da's child. Thankfully, he laughs. "I suppose not." He kisses again, below your ear. "I see…the way I see people is different. Maybe there isn't much I don't like. Bodies are beautiful – all are different and tell a story of their own. Same with scents." Another kiss. "There's a radiance with you. It's your eyes, your story… <<if $Dstat is 'romantic'>><<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>How timid you can be, how you squirm when I look at you and make me want to pounce without thinking<<else>>How brazen you can be, how you can stare me down like no one else does<</if>>. It's how <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>soft you can be, even – the kindness you show.<<else>>firm you can be – how you don't take shit.<</if>><<else>>It's more than how delectable I find your body. You make me curious, draw my interest, unlike almost anyone I have met.<</if>> You make me want to be a part of your story, $mc." He licks the shell of your ear. You shiver under him, unsure of how to respond for the moment. Duri leans up and takes your hands by the wrists, bringing them to his body. He encourages you to run them along his form as he did to you, so you tentatively feel him out, appreciating the lean muscle under his robes. <<if $DVfeeling is "nervous">>Your hands shake, but Duri helps you press on, though he watches your face carefully.<<else>>Duri smiles as you enjoy yourself, testing the limits of touching him.<</if>> Once you've had a few moments to enjoy just touching and teasing, Duri slips his robes off. As usual, it's a quick and sudden affair to get him naked. You glance down – as if you could help it even if you wanted to. He's hard. This is new. You've seen it – everyone has at this point. It's…grown a good deal, and if the smirk on Duri's face is enough to go on, he's quite proud of it and glad you noticed. You note that it has a bit of a sharper angle to it, the shaft curving upward. The head is darker, having emerged from the foreskin; it flares a good bit before sloping to the tip. Perhaps you don't know much, but it still //looks// like it would //feel// really good. In another moment, Duri is slowly tugging away your clothing. <<if $clothing is "revealing">>"Do you have any idea how much you tempt me? How much I catch myself from touching that beautiful skin? But what's worse is the temptation of the parts I can't see. Do you have any idea how torturous it is?"<<else>>"Do you have any idea how tempting your clothing is? Don't get me wrong, it is lovely – very //you// – but it covers all the good parts. And by that, I mean – ''everything''. You leave me wondering what's underneath…"<</if>> You allow him to strip you down, watching how his eyes light up every time a new span of your flesh is revealed to him. <<if $interestwound is 'axescarbelowrightknee'>>He runs a thumb along the scar under your right knee.<<elseif $interestwound is 'treescrapeonleftshoulder'>>He runs a thumb over the scar on your left shoulder.<<elseif $interestwound is 'punctureinrightarm'>>He pokes the scar on your right arm with a finger.<<elseif $interestwound is 'scaracrosshand'>>He lifts your hand to kiss the scar that mars it.<<elseif $interestwound is 'scaronbackofthigh'>>As he lifts your leg, he gently runs a hand along the scar on your thigh.<<elseif $interestwound is 'lefttemplemark'>>He gently sweeps a thumb over the scar on your temple.<<elseif $interestwound is 'oswinscar'>>He runs his hand over the scar in your right arm.<<elseif $interestwound is 'stringslap'>>He runs a hand along the scar on your arm from your bowstring.<<elseif $interestwound is 'frontshouldershotscar'>>He gently caresses the scar in your right shoulder.<<elseif $interestwound is 'burnonleftlowleg'>>He runs his hand down the burn scar on your left leg.<<elseif $interestwound is 'bitemarkleftarm'>>He smirks as he runs a finger along the bite-shaped scar on your left arm.<<elseif $interestwound is 'righthandpoison'>>He gently kisses the scars on your right hand.<<elseif $interestwound is 'neckrash'>>He softly caresses the scar along your neck with the tip of his fingers.<<elseif $interestwound is 'pinfinger'>>He gently kisses the scar on your middle finger from the game that went wrong for you.<<elseif $interestwound is 'eyebrowscar'>>He runs his thumb along your right eyebrow, smirking at the scar there.<<elseif $interestwound is 'handknifescar'>>He softly kisses the scar in your hand from when you were slicing bread years ago.<<elseif $interestwound is 'leftarmburn'>>He gently caresses the burn scar on your left arm.<<elseif $interestwound is 'headwound'>>He softly runs his fingers along the scar on your forehead with a smirk.<</if>> He stares at you intently. <<if $Dstat is 'romantic'>>His eyes appear glazed over, and you note that the rise and fall of his chest has deepened considerably. He licks his lips, but his brow furrows in a strange way. Just for a moment, he looks unsure.<<else>>His eyes burn a trail over all the intimate spans of your skin. He lingers over your chest and waist. He takes a long look at your loins and bites his lip. The wolf looks…hungry.<</if>> Duri brings his lips to your ear again. "Tell me now before we get into it…Do you want me to come inside of you? There will be a lot, it will probably feel warm for a moment, leave you wet and sticky…" He flicks your ear with his tongue. "And //dripping//. It can feel good, but not everyone likes it, so I want to warn you now." [[You want Duri to come inside of you.|6.DV.DtopMCc2][$comein to "yes"]] [[You do not want Duri to come inside you.|6.DV.DtopMCc2][$comein to "no"]]

Duri nods. "I'm happy to work with that, Lambchop." He leans forward, and his eyes go intensely predatory. "Let me be your guide…" <<if $DVfeeling is "nervous">>You worry your hands together. "So…how do I even start?"<<else>>You bite your lip. "I'm eager to jump in."<</if>> The demigod fishes around in the supplies he brought and hands you the harness, toys, and oil. "First thing, get acquainted with these." You look at the harness first and figure out how it goes on. You consider the insertable toy for yourself. <<cycle "$Dtoyinsert" autoselect>><<option "You will not use it.">><<option "You will use it.">><</cycle>> Once you're familiar enough, you set it all to the side, ready for when you need it. Duri grins. "So, the number one lesson if you're doing the fucking is to listen to your partner, the second is the warm up." "The warm up?" you ask, though you're pretty sure you know where this goes. "If you just stick it in and wiggle it around, you won't satisfy anyone. If you just fuck me as is, I won't be ready or stretched enough, and it will hurt me. You gotta start with touching, playing, stuff like that." His eyes narrow. "And you can start any time…" Duri leans over and runs a hand over your jaw with a soft touch. His hand runs down to your neck and then your shoulder. You scoot closer and mimic the movements. "Is this a sort of fetish for you?" He smirks. "Should always follow your instincts, my <<if $mark is 'tree'>>sweet Sapling<<elseif $mark is 'sun'>>little Sunbeam<<elseif $mark is 'storm'>>little Raincloud<<elseif $mark is 'plants'>>little Bramble<<elseif $mark is 'night'>>little Moonbeam<<elseif $mark is 'mountain'>>sweet Stone<</if>>..." You swallow as Duri begins his attack. The atmosphere he creates leaves you feeling like you'll be ravished after all – that he'll break the only real rule he set for himself right away. But, he doesn't. He just touches you. He touches you, running his hands along your legs, sides, and up your neck with eyes hooded. Those same eyes, honey-brown and full of desire, meet your gaze. Watching you carefully for a reaction, as he begins to slide his fingers under your clothing. Again, he doesn't ravish you – he plays gently along your skin – massaging almost, caressing carefully. He's…savoring you, memorizing your face and enjoying <<if $bodytype is 'broad and sturdy'>>the hard muscle of your frame<<elseif $bodytype is 'athletic and agile'>>the sleek muscle of your frame<<elseif $bodytype is 'curvy'>>the sweeping curves of your frame<<elseif $bodytype is 'toned and lean'>>the tight plains of your body<<elseif $bodytype is 'slender'>>the thin lines of your body<<elseif $bodytype is 'voluptuous'>>the succulent curves of your frame<</if>>. Duri breathes raggedly<<if $Dstat is 'romantic'>>, and his eyes almost look desperate to drink you in<</if>>. He lowers his face to your neck and kisses gently. You squirm at the feeling for a moment, and he pauses to see if you'll react poorly before continuing. It dawns on you that he smells of <<if $favsmell is "citrus">> lemongrass <<elseif $favsmell is "vanilla with warm spices">>vanilla<<elseif $favsmell is "the forest">>sweet spruce<<elseif $favsmell is "sweet candies">>sugar sweets<<elseif $favsmell is "herbs">>herbs<<elseif $favsmell is "flowers">>honeysuckle and lavender<</if>>. Each kiss gets longer as he works his way along your throat until he reaches your ear. "I took a fancy to you right away, you know…" "Yeah? Is that really much of a feat with you?" The snark slips out unbidden – you are your da's child. Thankfully, he laughs. "I suppose not." He kisses again, below your ear. "I see…the way I see people is different. Maybe there isn't much I don't like. Bodies are beautiful – all are different and tell a story of their own. Same with scents." Another kiss. "There's a radiance with you. It's your eyes, your story… <<if $Dstat is 'romantic'>><<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>How timid you can be, how you squirm when I look at you and make me want to pounce without thinking<<else>>How brazen you can be, how you can stare me down like no one else does<</if>>. It's how <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>soft you can be, even – the kindness you show.<<else>>firm you can be – how you don't take shit.<</if>><<else>>It's more than how delectable I find your body. You make me curious, draw my interest, unlike almost anyone I have met.<</if>> You make me want to be a part of your story, $mc." He licks the shell of your ear. You shiver under him, unsure of how to respond for the moment. Duri leans up and takes your hands by the wrists, bringing them to his body. He encourages you to run them along his form as he did to you, so you tentatively feel him out, appreciating the lean muscle under his robes. <<if $DVfeeling is "nervous">>Your hands shake, but Duri helps you press on, though he watches your face carefully.<<else>>Duri smiles as you enjoy yourself, testing the limits of touching him.<</if>> Once you've had a few moments to enjoy just touching and teasing, Duri slips his robes off. As usual, it's a quick and sudden affair to get him naked. You glance down as his fingers slip between his legs to his ass. He rubs slowly while you watch, entranced. It feels unreal to watch another person touch themselves like this in front of you. The action sends a surge of longing right to your loins. You feel yourself getting aroused. In another moment, Duri is slowly tugging away your clothing. <<if $clothing is "revealing">>"Do you have any idea how much you tempt me? How much I catch myself from touching that beautiful skin? But what's worse is the temptation of the parts I can't see. Do you have any idea how torturous it is?"<<else>>"Do you have any idea how tempting your clothing is? Don't get me wrong, it is lovely – very //you// – but it covers all the good parts. And by that, I mean – ''everything''. You leave me wondering what's underneath…"<</if>> You allow him to strip you down, watching how his eyes light up every time a new span of your flesh is revealed to him. <<if $interestwound is 'axescarbelowrightknee'>>He runs a thumb along the scar under your right knee.<<elseif $interestwound is 'treescrapeonleftshoulder'>>He runs a thumb over the scar on your left shoulder.<<elseif $interestwound is 'punctureinrightarm'>>He pokes the scar on your right arm with a finger.<<elseif $interestwound is 'scaracrosshand'>>He lifts your hand to kiss the scar that mars it.<<elseif $interestwound is 'scaronbackofthigh'>>As he lifts your leg, he gently runs a hand along the scar on your thigh.<<elseif $interestwound is 'lefttemplemark'>>He gently sweeps a thumb over the scar on your temple.<<elseif $interestwound is 'oswinscar'>>He runs his hand over the scar in your right arm.<<elseif $interestwound is 'stringslap'>>He runs a hand along the scar on your arm from your bowstring.<<elseif $interestwound is 'frontshouldershotscar'>>He gently caresses the scar in your right shoulder.<<elseif $interestwound is 'burnonleftlowleg'>>He runs his hand down the burn scar on your left leg.<<elseif $interestwound is 'bitemarkleftarm'>>He smirks as he runs a finger along the bite-shaped scar on your left arm.<<elseif $interestwound is 'righthandpoison'>>He gently kisses the scars on your right hand.<<elseif $interestwound is 'neckrash'>>He softly caresses the scar along your neck with the tip of his fingers.<<elseif $interestwound is 'pinfinger'>>He gently kisses the scar on your middle finger from the game that went wrong for you.<<elseif $interestwound is 'eyebrowscar'>>He runs his thumb along your right eyebrow, smirking at the scar there.<<elseif $interestwound is 'handknifescar'>>He softly kisses the scar in your hand from when you were slicing bread years ago.<<elseif $interestwound is 'leftarmburn'>>He gently caresses the burn scar on your left arm.<<elseif $interestwound is 'headwound'>>He softly runs his fingers along the scar on your forehead with a smirk.<</if>> He stares at you intently. <<if $Dstat is 'romantic'>>His eyes appear glazed over, and you note that the rise and fall of his chest has deepened considerably. He licks his lips, but his brow furrows in a strange way. Just for a moment, he looks unsure.<<else>>His eyes burn a trail over all the intimate spans of your skin. He lingers over your chest and waist. He takes a long look at your loins and bites his lip. The wolf looks…hungry.<</if>> Duri brings his lips to your ear again. "It's probably time that we //really// get started, don't you think?" [[You swallow hard and nod.|6.DV.DbottomMCc2]]

Before you even speak, Duri seems to sense the shift in you. $Dcapitalheshe smiles at you, though you're still wondering if $Dheshe is disappointed. "I think I've changed my mind, sorry," you say, even if there isn't a need to. Duri nods. "That's fine, Lambchop. I'd rather you change your mind now than go through it and regret it." You scoot to the edge of the bed, and Duri follows, sitting shoulder to shoulder with you as you stare through your window. There's a nudge against your shoulder. "It's okay, you know. We can do it later or not at all. You can find someone else or…no one else. And, just know that if you pick someone else and they hurt you – there's a demigod in your corner and $Dheshe does //bite//." $Dcapitalheshe gives you a very toothy smile. "Thank you, Duri. And thanks for buying this stuff. Sorry, we didn't use most of it." "Nah, think nothing of it. It's yours. Where am I going to keep a big glass sausage anyway? Well…I can think of a place, but it might be hard to walk." You snort and then break into a laugh. <<if $Ostat3 is 'romantic'>>After you quiet down, Duri starts to say something and then stops before finally committing. "So," $Dheshe starts. "Um, this isn't my business, but I'm also not ignorant. You and Ozzy have something going on. I just thought I should say that if- He's obviously kinda dumb, but if you thought about having sex with me because he's dumb, then maybe just give him a chance. I'm not good at love stuff, but if you want him, just wait for him, even just a bit longer.<<if $Obigfeels is true>> I'm sure it's hard to wait, and he's sort of a dick sometimes, but it's worth waiting through the hard times for the right person."<</if>> You're shocked and only stare back at the demigod. "I'll…keep that in mind," you finally utter.<</if>> [[You catch the concert with Duri before your routine continues like normal for several days.|6.41]]

Duri nods. "I'm happy to work with that, Lambchop." She leans forward, and her eyes go intensely predatory. "Let me show you the ropes…" You recline back as she encroaches on your space. "Why do I get the feeling that this is some sort of fetish for you?" She keeps going until she's hovering over the top of you. "Should always follow your instincts, my <<if $mark is 'tree'>>sweet Sapling<<elseif $mark is 'sun'>>little Sunbeam<<elseif $mark is 'storm'>>little Raincloud<<elseif $mark is 'plants'>>little Bramble<<elseif $mark is 'night'>>little Moonbeam<<elseif $mark is 'mountain'>>sweet Stone<</if>>." You swallow as Duri begins her attack. The atmosphere she creates leaves you feeling like you'll be ravished after all – that she'll break the only real rule she set for herself right away. But, she doesn't. She just touches you. She touches you, running her hands along your legs, sides, and up your neck with eyes hooded. Those same eyes, honey-brown and full of desire, meet your gaze. Watching you carefully for a reaction, as she begins to slide her fingers under your clothing. Again, she doesn't ravish you – she plays gently along your skin – massaging almost, caressing carefully. She's…savoring you, memorizing your face and enjoying <<if $bodytype is 'broad and sturdy'>>the hard muscle of your frame<<elseif $bodytype is 'athletic and agile'>>the sleek muscle of your frame<<elseif $bodytype is 'curvy'>>the sweeping curves of your frame<<elseif $bodytype is 'toned and lean'>>the tight plains of your body<<elseif $bodytype is 'slender'>>the thin lines of your body<<elseif $bodytype is 'voluptuous'>>the succulent curves of your frame<</if>>. Duri breathes raggedly<<if $Dstat is 'romantic'>>, and her eyes almost look desperate to drink you in<</if>>. You feel her grind against your leg. She lowers her face to your neck and kisses gently. You squirm at the feeling for a moment, and she pauses to see if you'll react poorly before continuing. It dawns on you that she smells of <<if $favsmell is "citrus">> lemongrass <<elseif $favsmell is "vanilla with warm spices">>vanilla<<elseif $favsmell is "the forest">>sweet spruce<<elseif $favsmell is "sweet candies">>sugar sweets<<elseif $favsmell is "herbs">>herbs<<elseif $favsmell is "flowers">>honeysuckle and lavender<</if>>. Each kiss gets longer as she works her way along your throat until she reaches your ear. "I took a fancy to you right away, you know…" "Yeah? Is that really much of a feat with you?" The snark slips out unbidden – you are your da's child. Thankfully, she laughs. "I suppose not." She kisses again, below your ear. "I see…the way I see people is different. Maybe there isn't much I don't like. Bodies are beautiful – all are different and tell a story of their own. Same with scents." Another kiss. "There's a radiance with you. It's your eyes, your story… <<if $Dstat is 'romantic'>><<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>How timid you can be, how you squirm when I look at you and make me want to pounce without thinking<<else>>How brazen you can be, how you can stare me down like no one else does<</if>>. It's how <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>soft you can be, even – the kindness you show.<<else>>firm you can be – how you don't take shit.<</if>><<else>>It's more than how delectable I find your body. You make me curious, draw my interest, unlike almost anyone I have met.<</if>> You make me want to be a part of your story, $mc." She licks the shell of your ear. You shiver under her, unsure of how to respond for the moment. Duri leans up and takes your hands by the wrists, bringing them to her body. She encourages you to run them along her form as she did to you, so you tentatively feel her out, appreciating the lean muscle under her robes. <<if $DVfeeling is "nervous">>Your hands shake, but Duri helps you press on, though she watches your face carefully.<<else>>Duri smiles as you enjoy yourself, testing the limits of touching her.<</if>> Once you've had a few moments to enjoy just touching and teasing, Duri slips her robes off. As usual, it's a quick and sudden affair to get her naked. You glance down as her fingers slip between the lips of her pussy. She rubs slowly while you watch, entranced. It feels unreal to watch another person touch themselves like this in front of you. You're only broken from the trance when she grabs the harness and toys and begins to fit them on, slipping one toy inside of her and slotting the other in the front for you. It grazes your leg and you take note of how it's shaped – slim from the tip and then bulging in the middle, swirled with ridges that almost look like veins. Perhaps you don't know much, but it still //looks// like it would //feel// really good. In another moment, Duri is slowly tugging away your clothing. <<if $clothing is "revealing">>"Do you have any idea how much you tempt me? How much I catch myself from touching that beautiful skin? But what's worse is the temptation of the parts I can't see. Do you have any idea how torturous it is?"<<else>>"Do you have any idea how tempting your clothing is? Don't get me wrong, it is lovely – very //you// – but it covers all the good parts. And by that, I mean – ''everything''. You leave me wondering what's underneath…"<</if>> You allow her to strip you down, watching how her eyes light up every time a new span of your flesh is revealed to her. <<if $interestwound is 'axescarbelowrightknee'>>She runs a thumb along the scar under your right knee.<<elseif $interestwound is 'treescrapeonleftshoulder'>>She runs a thumb over the scar on your left shoulder.<<elseif $interestwound is 'punctureinrightarm'>>She pokes the scar on your right arm with a finger.<<elseif $interestwound is 'scaracrosshand'>>She lifts your hand to kiss the scar that mars it.<<elseif $interestwound is 'scaronbackofthigh'>>As she lifts your leg, she gently runs a hand along the scar on your thigh.<<elseif $interestwound is 'lefttemplemark'>>She gently sweeps a thumb over the scar on your temple.<<elseif $interestwound is 'oswinscar'>>She runs her hand over the scar in your right arm.<<elseif $interestwound is 'stringslap'>>She runs a hand along the scar on your arm from your bowstring.<<elseif $interestwound is 'frontshouldershotscar'>>She gently caresses the scar in your right shoulder.<<elseif $interestwound is 'burnonleftlowleg'>>She runs her hand down the burn scar on your left leg.<<elseif $interestwound is 'bitemarkleftarm'>>She smirks as she runs a finger along the bite-shaped scar on your left arm.<<elseif $interestwound is 'righthandpoison'>>She gently kisses the scars on your right hand.<<elseif $interestwound is 'neckrash'>>She softly caresses the scar along your neck with the tip of her fingers.<<elseif $interestwound is 'pinfinger'>>She gently kisses the scar on your middle finger from the game that went wrong for you.<<elseif $interestwound is 'eyebrowscar'>>She runs her thumb along your right eyebrow, smirking at the scar there.<<elseif $interestwound is 'handknifescar'>>She softly kisses the scar in your hand from when you were slicing bread years ago.<<elseif $interestwound is 'leftarmburn'>>She gently caresses the burn scar on your left arm.<<elseif $interestwound is 'headwound'>>She softly runs her fingers along the scar on your forehead with a smirk.<</if>> She stares at you intently. <<if $Dstat is 'romantic'>>His eyes appear glazed over, and you note that the rise and fall of her chest has deepened considerably. She licks her lips, but her brow furrows in a strange way. Just for a moment, she looks unsure.<<else>>His eyes burn a trail over all the intimate spans of your skin. She lingers over your chest and waist. She takes a long look at your loins and bites her lip. The wolf looks…hungry.<</if>> Duri brings her lips to your ear again. "It's probably time that we //really// get started, don't you think?" [[You swallow hard and nod.|6.DV.DFtopstrapMCp2]]

Duri nods. "I'm happy to work with that, Lambchop." She leans forward, and her eyes go intensely predatory. "Let me be your guide…" <<if $DVfeeling is "nervous">>You worry your hands together. "So…how do I even start?"<<else>>You bite your lip. "I'm eager to jump in."<</if>> <<if $ejac is "yes">>She holds up a finger. "First, one more rule since we're doing it this way. Don't come inside of me. I'm not worried about – you know – I drink Amparo all the time. I just don't like it." "Of course," you agree. "Just be careful, it may feel intense, and you might blow right away." <</if>>Duri grins. "So, the number one lesson if you're doing the fucking is to listen to your partner, the second is the warm up." "The warm up?" you ask, though you're pretty sure you know where this goes. "If you just stick it in and wiggle it around, you only satisfy yourself – in the most pathetic of ways, I'll add. If you just fuck me as is, I won't be wet enough to enjoy it, and I probably won't get off either. You gotta start with touching, playing, stuff like that." Her eyes narrow. "And you can start any time…" Duri leans over and runs a hand over your jaw with a soft touch. Her hand runs down to your neck and then your shoulder. You scoot closer and mimic the movements. "Is this a sort of fetish for you?" She smirks. "Should always follow your instincts, my <<if $mark is 'tree'>>sweet Sapling<<elseif $mark is 'sun'>>little Sunbeam<<elseif $mark is 'storm'>>little Raincloud<<elseif $mark is 'plants'>>little Bramble<<elseif $mark is 'night'>>little Moonbeam<<elseif $mark is 'mountain'>>sweet Stone<</if>>..." You swallow as Duri begins her attack. The atmosphere she creates leaves you feeling like you'll be ravished after all – that she'll break the only real rule she set for herself right away. But, she doesn't. She just touches you. She touches you, running her hands along your legs, sides, and up your neck with eyes hooded. Those same eyes, honey-brown and full of desire, meet your gaze. Watching you carefully for a reaction, as she begins to slide her fingers under your clothing. Again, she doesn't ravish you – she plays gently along your skin – massaging almost, caressing carefully. She's…savoring you, memorizing your face and enjoying <<if $bodytype is 'broad and sturdy'>>the hard muscle of your frame<<elseif $bodytype is 'athletic and agile'>>the sleek muscle of your frame<<elseif $bodytype is 'curvy'>>the sweeping curves of your frame<<elseif $bodytype is 'toned and lean'>>the tight plains of your body<<elseif $bodytype is 'slender'>>the thin lines of your body<<elseif $bodytype is 'voluptuous'>>the succulent curves of your frame<</if>>. Duri breathes raggedly<<if $Dstat is 'romantic'>>, and her eyes almost look desperate to drink you in<</if>>. She lowers her face to your neck and kisses gently. You squirm at the feeling for a moment, and she pauses to see if you'll react poorly before continuing. It dawns on you that she smells of <<if $favsmell is "citrus">> lemongrass <<elseif $favsmell is "vanilla with warm spices">>vanilla<<elseif $favsmell is "the forest">>sweet spruce<<elseif $favsmell is "sweet candies">>sugar sweets<<elseif $favsmell is "herbs">>herbs<<elseif $favsmell is "flowers">>honeysuckle and lavender<</if>>. Each kiss gets longer as she works her way along your throat until she reaches your ear. "I took a fancy to you right away, you know…" "Yeah? Is that really much of a feat with you?" The snark slips out unbidden – you are your da's child. Thankfully, she laughs. "I suppose not." She kisses again, below your ear. "I see…the way I see people is different. Maybe there isn't much I don't like. Bodies are beautiful – all are different and tell a story of their own. Same with scents." Another kiss. "There's a radiance with you. It's your eyes, your story… <<if $Dstat is 'romantic'>><<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>How timid you can be, how you squirm when I look at you and make me want to pounce without thinking<<else>>How brazen you can be, how you can stare me down like no one else does<</if>>. It's how <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>soft you can be, even – the kindness you show.<<else>>firm you can be – how you don't take shit.<</if>><<else>>It's more than how delectable I find your body. You make me curious, draw my interest, unlike almost anyone I have met.<</if>> You make me want to be a part of your story, $mc." She licks the shell of your ear. You shiver under her, unsure of how to respond for the moment. Duri leans up and takes your hands by the wrists, bringing them to her body. She encourages you to run them along her form as she did to you, so you tentatively feel her out, appreciating the lean muscle under her robes. <<if $DVfeeling is "nervous">>Your hands shake, but Duri helps you press on, though she watches your face carefully.<<else>>Duri smiles as you enjoy yourself, testing the limits of touching her.<</if>> Once you've had a few moments to enjoy just touching and teasing, Duri slips her robes off. As usual, it's a quick and sudden affair to get her naked. You glance down as her fingers slip between the lips of her pussy. She rubs slowly while you watch, entranced. It feels unreal to watch another person touch themselves like this in front of you. The action sends a surge of longing right to your loins. You feel yourself getting aroused. In another moment, Duri is slowly tugging away your clothing. <<if $clothing is "revealing">>"Do you have any idea how much you tempt me? How much I catch myself from touching that beautiful skin? But what's worse is the temptation of the parts I can't see. Do you have any idea how torturous it is?"<<else>>"Do you have any idea how tempting your clothing is? Don't get me wrong, it is lovely – very //you// – but it covers all the good parts. And by that, I mean – ''everything''. You leave me wondering what's underneath…"<</if>> You allow her to strip you down, watching how her eyes light up every time a new span of your flesh is revealed to her. <<if $interestwound is 'axescarbelowrightknee'>>She runs a thumb along the scar under your right knee.<<elseif $interestwound is 'treescrapeonleftshoulder'>>She runs a thumb over the scar on your left shoulder.<<elseif $interestwound is 'punctureinrightarm'>>She pokes the scar on your right arm with a finger.<<elseif $interestwound is 'scaracrosshand'>>She lifts your hand to kiss the scar that mars it.<<elseif $interestwound is 'scaronbackofthigh'>>As she lifts your leg, she gently runs a hand along the scar on your thigh.<<elseif $interestwound is 'lefttemplemark'>>She gently sweeps a thumb over the scar on your temple.<<elseif $interestwound is 'oswinscar'>>She runs her hand over the scar in your right arm.<<elseif $interestwound is 'stringslap'>>She runs a hand along the scar on your arm from your bowstring.<<elseif $interestwound is 'frontshouldershotscar'>>She gently caresses the scar in your right shoulder.<<elseif $interestwound is 'burnonleftlowleg'>>She runs her hand down the burn scar on your left leg.<<elseif $interestwound is 'bitemarkleftarm'>>She smirks as she runs a finger along the bite-shaped scar on your left arm.<<elseif $interestwound is 'righthandpoison'>>She gently kisses the scars on your right hand.<<elseif $interestwound is 'neckrash'>>She softly caresses the scar along your neck with the tip of her fingers.<<elseif $interestwound is 'pinfinger'>>She gently kisses the scar on your middle finger from the game that went wrong for you.<<elseif $interestwound is 'eyebrowscar'>>She runs her thumb along your right eyebrow, smirking at the scar there.<<elseif $interestwound is 'handknifescar'>>She softly kisses the scar in your hand from when you were slicing bread years ago.<<elseif $interestwound is 'leftarmburn'>>She gently caresses the burn scar on your left arm.<<elseif $interestwound is 'headwound'>>She softly runs her fingers along the scar on your forehead with a smirk.<</if>> She stares at you intently. <<if $Dstat is 'romantic'>>His eyes appear glazed over, and you note that the rise and fall of her chest has deepened considerably. She licks her lips, but her brow furrows in a strange way. Just for a moment, she looks unsure.<<else>>His eyes burn a trail over all the intimate spans of your skin. She lingers over your chest and waist. She takes a long look at your loins and bites her lip. The wolf looks…hungry.<</if>> Duri brings her lips to your ear again. "It's probably time that we //really// get started, don't you think?" [[You swallow hard and nod.|6.DV.DFbottomMCp2]]

Duri nods. "I'm happy to work with that, Lambchop." She leans forward, and her eyes go intensely predatory. "Let me be your guide…" <<if $DVfeeling is "nervous">>You worry your hands together. "So…how do I even start?"<<else>>You bite your lip. "I'm eager to jump in."<</if>> The demigod fishes around in the supplies she brought and hands you the harness, toys, and oil. "First thing, get acquainted with these." You look at the harness first and figure out how it goes on. You consider the insertable toy for yourself. <<cycle "$Dtoyinsert" autoselect>><<option "You will not use it.">><<option "You will use it.">><</cycle>> Once you're familiar enough, you set it all to the side, ready for when you need it. Duri grins. "So, the number one lesson if you're doing the fucking is to listen to your partner, the second is the warm up." "The warm up?" you ask, though you're pretty sure you know where this goes. "If you just stick it in and wiggle it around, you won't satisfy anyone. If you just fuck me as is, I won't be wet enough to enjoy it, and I probably won't get off either. You gotta start with touching, playing, stuff like that." Her eyes narrow. "And you can start any time…" Duri leans over and runs a hand over your jaw with a soft touch. Her hand runs down to your neck and then your shoulder. You scoot closer and mimic the movements. "Is this a sort of fetish for you?" She smirks. "Should always follow your instincts, my <<if $mark is 'tree'>>sweet Sapling<<elseif $mark is 'sun'>>little Sunbeam<<elseif $mark is 'storm'>>little Raincloud<<elseif $mark is 'plants'>>little Bramble<<elseif $mark is 'night'>>little Moonbeam<<elseif $mark is 'mountain'>>sweet Stone<</if>>..." You swallow as Duri begins her attack. The atmosphere she creates leaves you feeling like you'll be ravished after all – that she'll break the only real rule she set for herself right away. But, she doesn't. She just touches you. She touches you, running her hands along your legs, sides, and up your neck with eyes hooded. Those same eyes, honey-brown and full of desire, meet your gaze. Watching you carefully for a reaction, as she begins to slide her fingers under your clothing. Again, she doesn't ravish you – she plays gently along your skin – massaging almost, caressing carefully. She's…savoring you, memorizing your face and enjoying <<if $bodytype is 'broad and sturdy'>>the hard muscle of your frame<<elseif $bodytype is 'athletic and agile'>>the sleek muscle of your frame<<elseif $bodytype is 'curvy'>>the sweeping curves of your frame<<elseif $bodytype is 'toned and lean'>>the tight plains of your body<<elseif $bodytype is 'slender'>>the thin lines of your body<<elseif $bodytype is 'voluptuous'>>the succulent curves of your frame<</if>>. Duri breathes raggedly<<if $Dstat is 'romantic'>>, and her eyes almost look desperate to drink you in<</if>>. She lowers her face to your neck and kisses gently. You squirm at the feeling for a moment, and she pauses to see if you'll react poorly before continuing. It dawns on you that she smells of <<if $favsmell is "citrus">> lemongrass <<elseif $favsmell is "vanilla with warm spices">>vanilla<<elseif $favsmell is "the forest">>sweet spruce<<elseif $favsmell is "sweet candies">>sugar sweets<<elseif $favsmell is "herbs">>herbs<<elseif $favsmell is "flowers">>honeysuckle and lavender<</if>>. Each kiss gets longer as she works her way along your throat until she reaches your ear. "I took a fancy to you right away, you know…" "Yeah? Is that really much of a feat with you?" The snark slips out unbidden – you are your da's child. Thankfully, she laughs. "I suppose not." She kisses again, below your ear. "I see…the way I see people is different. Maybe there isn't much I don't like. Bodies are beautiful – all are different and tell a story of their own. Same with scents." Another kiss. "There's a radiance with you. It's your eyes, your story… <<if $Dstat is 'romantic'>><<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>How timid you can be, how you squirm when I look at you and make me want to pounce without thinking<<else>>How brazen you can be, how you can stare me down like no one else does<</if>>. It's how <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>soft you can be, even – the kindness you show.<<else>>firm you can be – how you don't take shit.<</if>><<else>>It's more than how delectable I find your body. You make me curious, draw my interest, unlike almost anyone I have met.<</if>> You make me want to be a part of your story, $mc." She licks the shell of your ear. You shiver under her, unsure of how to respond for the moment. Duri leans up and takes your hands by the wrists, bringing them to her body. She encourages you to run them along her form as she did to you, so you tentatively feel her out, appreciating the lean muscle under her robes. <<if $DVfeeling is "nervous">>Your hands shake, but Duri helps you press on, though she watches your face carefully.<<else>>Duri smiles as you enjoy yourself, testing the limits of touching her.<</if>> Once you've had a few moments to enjoy just touching and teasing, Duri slips her robes off. As usual, it's a quick and sudden affair to get her naked. You glance down as her fingers slip between the lips of her pussy. She rubs slowly while you watch, entranced. It feels unreal to watch another person touch themselves like this in front of you. The action sends a surge of longing right to your loins. You feel yourself getting aroused. In another moment, Duri is slowly tugging away your clothing. <<if $clothing is "revealing">>"Do you have any idea how much you tempt me? How much I catch myself from touching that beautiful skin? But what's worse is the temptation of the parts I can't see. Do you have any idea how torturous it is?"<<else>>"Do you have any idea how tempting your clothing is? Don't get me wrong, it is lovely – very //you// – but it covers all the good parts. And by that, I mean – ''everything''. You leave me wondering what's underneath…"<</if>> You allow her to strip you down, watching how her eyes light up every time a new span of your flesh is revealed to her. <<if $interestwound is 'axescarbelowrightknee'>>She runs a thumb along the scar under your right knee.<<elseif $interestwound is 'treescrapeonleftshoulder'>>She runs a thumb over the scar on your left shoulder.<<elseif $interestwound is 'punctureinrightarm'>>She pokes the scar on your right arm with a finger.<<elseif $interestwound is 'scaracrosshand'>>She lifts your hand to kiss the scar that mars it.<<elseif $interestwound is 'scaronbackofthigh'>>As she lifts your leg, she gently runs a hand along the scar on your thigh.<<elseif $interestwound is 'lefttemplemark'>>She gently sweeps a thumb over the scar on your temple.<<elseif $interestwound is 'oswinscar'>>She runs her hand over the scar in your right arm.<<elseif $interestwound is 'stringslap'>>She runs a hand along the scar on your arm from your bowstring.<<elseif $interestwound is 'frontshouldershotscar'>>She gently caresses the scar in your right shoulder.<<elseif $interestwound is 'burnonleftlowleg'>>She runs her hand down the burn scar on your left leg.<<elseif $interestwound is 'bitemarkleftarm'>>She smirks as she runs a finger along the bite-shaped scar on your left arm.<<elseif $interestwound is 'righthandpoison'>>She gently kisses the scars on your right hand.<<elseif $interestwound is 'neckrash'>>She softly caresses the scar along your neck with the tip of her fingers.<<elseif $interestwound is 'pinfinger'>>She gently kisses the scar on your middle finger from the game that went wrong for you.<<elseif $interestwound is 'eyebrowscar'>>She runs her thumb along your right eyebrow, smirking at the scar there.<<elseif $interestwound is 'handknifescar'>>She softly kisses the scar in your hand from when you were slicing bread years ago.<<elseif $interestwound is 'leftarmburn'>>She gently caresses the burn scar on your left arm.<<elseif $interestwound is 'headwound'>>She softly runs her fingers along the scar on your forehead with a smirk.<</if>> She stares at you intently. <<if $Dstat is 'romantic'>>His eyes appear glazed over, and you note that the rise and fall of her chest has deepened considerably. She licks her lips, but her brow furrows in a strange way. Just for a moment, she looks unsure.<<else>>His eyes burn a trail over all the intimate spans of your skin. She lingers over your chest and waist. She takes a long look at your loins and bites her lip. The wolf looks…hungry.<</if>> Duri brings her lips to your ear again. "It's probably time that we //really// get started, don't you think?" [[You swallow hard and nod.|6.DV.DFbottomMCc2]]

His smile is slow and a touch wicked, and you suddenly realize just how warm his body is against yours. He slides a hand over your heart, and you know that he's feeling how quickly it's thumping. "Now," he says with his hand still on your chest. "Since you're so eager to learn from me, I'll be a model teacher." //Definitely a fetish…//, you think to yourself. "One of the most important parts of sex after talking about it is…warming up." "Like exercising?" you ask as you watch his hands slowly slide along your chest. "Sort of, but more fun," Duri replies as he palms your $chest. "A quick fuck has its place and you'll figure out what your body responds to best quickly, but a slow start up is the best way to ensure that everyone has fun and that no one gets hurt." He tweaks your nipples, and you hiss as your back arches instinctively. "Did you like that?" he asks, very unnecessarily. <<if $DVfeeling is "nervous">>You nod, feeling your face heating.<<else>>You nod, biting your lip.<</if>> He does it again. "Warming up is a good way to test what you like and what your partners like. It gets you worked up, relaxed… If you're opening up your body to another person, it's important that they respect this part. <<if $lube is "yes">>You need to be $wet and part of the fun is doing the things that make your body crave being //fucked//.<<else>>This is the perfect time to use oils. The process doesn't have to feel medical, it can feel sexy, make you want to be //fucked//.<</if>>" You nod along as he toys with your nipples. <<if $chest is "breasts">>He moves to kneading your breasts, holding them firmly and moving them around.<<elseif $chest is "pecs">>He palms your pecs, enjoying the muscles there.<<else>>He sweeps his hands along your scars and then palms your chest, enjoying the muscles there.<</if>> He licks his lips. "A person's body should be savored…celebrated." Duri leans down, eyes locked with yours as his tongue lolls and he begins to lick around one of your nipples. You squirm. He teases, circling with his tongue, dragging his lips across it, but never committing. Finally, as a frustrated groan escapes you, he latches on with his mouth, sucking your nipple while his fingers tweak the other. Pleasure, like static, scatters through your loins and up your back. Your fingers weave through his hair as he showers your entire chest with licks and bites – the flick of his tongue against your nipples makes you shake. <<if $lube is "yes">>You feel your $pussy getting $wet with each ministration of his mouth.<<else>>You feel your $cunt clenching, eager to be filled.<</if>> When he finally pauses, he stares into your eyes with a wild grin. He knows just what he's doing to you. You glance down and see his cock – hot and wanting – swinging between your legs. Something shiny beads at the top. The head is red and angry, and you almost feel bad that he seems to be suffering. Your eyes run back and forth from his member to his face. <<if $DVfeeling is "nervous">>"Duri? What…what do I…" You trail off, feeling uncertain.<<else>>"Duri? What do you want me to do?" you ask, eager to return his affections.<</if>> He grins. "Today is my treat. //This// is all I need right now, and it does more to me than you might assume. You are well worth the wait…" You're not sure if you should complain or not. "Let me show you the next step of our warm-up," he coos. "There's more? I feel…I feel pretty warmed up already." Duri shakes his head. "Perhaps you are, but I'd still like to show off for you. One of the best and most versatile tools for great sex…is your mouth. Sometimes, it's all you need, but it's also a great warm-up tool." Then, his eyes glow subtly, and his tongue flops out, much longer than it was a moment ago. He chuckles when your eyes go wide. [[Duri brings his face between our legs.|6.DV.DtopMCc3]]

His smile is slow and a touch wicked, and you suddenly realize just how warm his body is against yours. He slides a hand over your heart, and you know that he's feeling how quickly it's thumping. "Now," he says with his hand still on your chest. "Since you're so eager to learn from me, I'll be a model teacher." //Definitely a fetish…//, you think to yourself. "One of the most important parts of sex after talking about it is…warming up." "Like exercising?" you ask as you watch his hands slowly slide along your chest. "Sort of, but more fun," Duri replies as he palms your $chest. "A quick fuck has its place and you'll figure out what your body responds to best quickly, but a slow start up is the best way to ensure that everyone has fun and that no one gets hurt." He tweaks your nipples, and you hiss as your back arches instinctively. "Did you like that?" he asks, very unnecessarily. <<if $DVfeeling is "nervous">>You nod, feeling your face heating.<<else>>You nod, biting your lip.<</if>> He does it again. "Warming up is a good way to test what you like and what your partners like. It gets you worked up, relaxed… If you're opening up your body to another person, it's important that they respect this part. <<if $lube is "yes">>You need to be $wet and part of the fun is doing the things that make your body crave being //fucked//.<<else>>This is the perfect time to use oils. The process doesn't have to feel medical, it can feel sexy, make you want to be //fucked//.<</if>>" You nod along as he toys with your nipples. <<if $chest is "breasts">>He moves to kneading your breasts, holding them firmly and moving them around.<<elseif $chest is "pecs">>He palms your pecs, enjoying the muscles there.<<else>>He sweeps his hands along your scars and then palms your chest, enjoying the muscles there.<</if>> He licks his lips. "A person's body should be savored…celebrated." Duri leans down, eyes locked with yours as his tongue lolls and he begins to lick around one of your nipples. You squirm. He teases, circling with his tongue, dragging his lips across it, but never committing. Finally, as a frustrated groan escapes you, he latches on with his mouth, sucking your nipple while his fingers tweak the other. Pleasure, like static, scatters through your loins and up your back. Your fingers weave through his hair as he showers your entire chest with licks and bites – the flick of his tongue against your nipples makes you shake. <<if $lube is "yes">>You feel your $pussy getting $wet with each ministration of his mouth.<<else>>You feel your core clenching, eager to be filled.<</if>> When he finally pauses, he stares into your eyes with a wild grin. He knows just what he's doing to you. You glance down and see his cock – hot and wanting – swinging between your legs. Something shiny beads at the top. The head is red and angry, and you almost feel bad that he seems to be suffering. Your eyes run back and forth from his member to his face. <<if $DVfeeling is "nervous">>"Duri? What…what do I…" You trail off, feeling uncertain.<<else>>"Duri? What do you want me to do?" you ask, eager to return his affections.<</if>> He grins. "Today is my treat. //This// is all I need right now, and it does more to me than you might assume. You are well worth the wait…" You're not sure if you should complain or not. "Let me show you the next step of our warm-up," he coos. "There's more? I feel…I feel pretty warmed up already." Duri shakes his head. "Perhaps you are, but I'd still like to show off for you. One of the best and most versatile tools for great sex…is your mouth. Sometimes, it's all you need, but it's also a great warm-up tool." Then, his eyes glow subtly, and his tongue flops out, much longer than it was a moment ago. He chuckles when your eyes go wide. [[Duri brings his face between our legs.|6.DV.DtopMCp3]]

Her smile is slow and a touch wicked, and you suddenly realize just how warm her body is against yours. She slides a hand over your heart, and you know that she's feeling how quickly it's thumping. "Now," she says with her hand still on your chest. "Since you're so eager to learn from me, I'll be a model teacher." //Definitely a fetish…//, you think to yourself. "One of the most important parts of sex after talking about it is…warming up." "Like exercising?" you ask as you watch her hands slowly slide along your chest. "Sort of, but more fun," Duri replies as she palms your $chest. "A quick fuck has its place and you'll figure out what your body responds to best quickly, but a slow start up is the best way to ensure that everyone has fun and that no one gets hurt." She tweaks your nipples, and you hiss as your back arches instinctively. "Did you like that?" she asks, very unnecessarily. <<if $DVfeeling is "nervous">>You nod, feeling your face heating.<<else>>You nod, biting your lip.<</if>> She does it again. "Warming up is a good way to test what you like and what your partners like. It gets you worked up, relaxed… If you're opening up your body to another person, it's important that they respect this part. <<if $lube is "yes">>You need to be $wet and part of the fun is doing the things that make your body crave being //fucked//.<<else>>This is the perfect time to use oils. The process doesn't have to feel medical, it can feel sexy, make you want to be //fucked//.<</if>>" You nod along as she toys with your nipples. <<if $chest is "breasts">>She moves to kneading your breasts, holding them firmly and moving them around.<<elseif $chest is "pecs">>She palms your pecs, enjoying the muscles there.<<else>>She sweeps her hands along your scars and then palms your chest, enjoying the muscles there.<</if>> She licks her lips. "A person's body should be savored…celebrated." Duri leans down, eyes locked with yours as her tongue lolls and she begins to lick around one of your nipples. You squirm. She teases, circling with her tongue, dragging her lips across it, but never committing. Finally, as a frustrated groan escapes you, she latches on with her mouth, sucking your nipple while her fingers tweak the other. Pleasure, like static, scatters through your loins and up your back. Your fingers weave through her hair as she showers your entire chest with licks and bites – the flick of her tongue against your nipples makes you shake. <<if $lube is "yes">>You feel your $pussy getting $wet with each ministration of her mouth.<<else>>You feel your core clenching, eager to be filled.<</if>> When she finally pauses, she stares into your eyes with a wild grin. She knows just what she's doing to you. You glance down and see the glass toy swinging between your legs. She works her hips back and forth, making the part she slid inside herself please her. Her breasts dangle in front of you, plump and tempting like full ripe fruit. Your eyes run back and forth from her tits to her face. <<if $DVfeeling is "nervous">>"Duri? What…what do I…" You trail off, feeling uncertain.<<else>>"Duri? What do you want me to do?" you ask, eager to return her affections.<</if>> She grins. "Today is my treat. //This// is all I need right now, and it does more to me than you might assume. You are well worth the wait…" You're not sure if you should complain or not. "Let me show you the next step of our warm-up," she coos. "There's more? I feel…I feel pretty warmed up already." Duri shakes her head. "Perhaps you are, but I'd still like to show off for you. One of the best and most versatile tools for great sex…is your mouth. Sometimes, it's all you need, but it's also a great warm-up tool." Then, her eyes glow subtly, and her tongue flops out, much longer than it was a moment ago. She chuckles when your eyes go wide. [[Duri brings her face between our legs.|6.DV.DFtopstrapMCc3]]

Her smile is slow and a touch wicked, and you suddenly realize just how warm her body is against yours. She slides a hand over your heart, and you know that she's feeling how quickly it's thumping. "Now," she says with her hand still on your chest. "Since you're so eager to learn from me, I'll be a model teacher." //Definitely a fetish…//, you think to yourself. "One of the most important parts of sex after talking about it is…warming up." "Like exercising?" you ask as you watch her hands slowly slide along your chest. "Sort of, but more fun," Duri replies as she palms your $chest. "A quick fuck has its place and you'll figure out what your body responds to best, but a slow start up is the best way to ensure that everyone has fun and that no one gets hurt." She tweaks your nipples, and you hiss as your back arches instinctively. "Did you like that?" she asks, very unnecessarily. <<if $DVfeeling is "nervous">>You nod, feeling your face heating.<<else>>You nod, biting your lip.<</if>> She does it again. "Warming up is a good way to test what you like and what your partners like. It gets you worked up, relaxed… If you're opening up your body to another person, it's important that they respect this part. <<if $lube is "yes">>You need to be $wet and part of the fun is doing the things that make your body crave being //fucked//.<<else>>This is the perfect time to use oils. The process doesn't have to feel medical, it can feel sexy, make you want to be //fucked//.<</if>>" You nod along as she toys with your nipples. <<if $chest is "breasts">>She moves to kneading your breasts, holding them firmly and moving them around.<<elseif $chest is "pecs">>She palms your pecs, enjoying the muscles there.<<else>>She sweeps her hands along your scars and then palms your chest, enjoying the muscles there.<</if>> She licks her lips. "A person's body should be savored…celebrated." Duri leans down, eyes locked with yours as her tongue lolls and she begins to lick around one of your nipples. You squirm. She teases, circling with her tongue, dragging her lips across it, but never committing. Finally, as a frustrated groan escapes you, she latches on with her mouth, sucking your nipple while her fingers tweak the other. Pleasure, like static, scatters through your loins and up your back. Your fingers weave through her hair as she showers your entire chest with licks and bites – the flick of her tongue against your nipples makes you shake. <<if $lube is "yes">>You feel your $pussy getting $wet with each ministration of her mouth.<<else>>You feel your core clenching, eager to be filled.<</if>> When she finally pauses, she stares into your eyes with a wild grin. She knows just what she's doing to you. You glance down and see the glass toy swinging between your legs. She works her hips back and forth, making the part she slid inside herself please her. Her breasts dangle in front of you, plump and tempting like full ripe fruit. Your eyes run back and forth from her tits to her face. <<if $DVfeeling is "nervous">>"Duri? What…what do I…" You trail off, feeling uncertain.<<else>>"Duri? What do you want me to do?" you ask, eager to return her affections.<</if>> She grins. "Today is my treat. //This// is all I need right now, and it does more to me than you might assume. You are well worth the wait…" You're not sure if you should complain or not. "Let me show you the next step of our warm-up," she coos. "There's more? I feel…I feel pretty warmed up already." Duri shakes her head. "Perhaps you are, but I'd still like to show off for you. One of the best and most versatile tools for great sex…is your mouth. Sometimes, it's all you need, but it's also a great warm-up tool." Then, her eyes glow subtly, and her tongue flops out, much longer than it was a moment ago. She chuckles when your eyes go wide. [[Duri brings her face between our legs.|6.DV.DFtopstrapMCp3]]

His hands palm your hips as he makes the descent achingly slow. Honey-colored eyes watch you carefully. His long tongue stops short of your $dick. [[Nod for him to continue.|6.DV.DtopMCp3.go]] [[Shake your head, you want to stop.|6.DV.oral.stop]]

His hands palm your hips as he makes the descent achingly slow. Honey-colored eyes watch you carefully. His long tongue stops short of your $cunt. [[Nod for him to continue.|6.DV.DtopMCc3.go]] [[Shake your head, you want to stop.|6.DV.oral.stop]]

Her hands palm your hips as she makes the descent achingly slow. Honey-colored eyes watch you carefully. Her long tongue stops short of your $cunt. [[Nod for her to continue.|6.DV.DFtopstrapMCc3.go]] [[Shake your head, you want to stop.|6.DV.oral.stop]]

Her hands palm your hips as she makes the descent achingly slow. Honey-colored eyes watch you carefully. Her long tongue stops short of your $dick. [[Nod for her to continue.|6.DV.DFtopstrapMCp3.go]] [[Shake your head, you want to stop.|6.DV.oral.stop]]

You watch as the tip of his tongue meets your seam and slowly slides up to your $clit2. Your hands clench the bedding, and you hiss in delight at the contact. Duri does it again, licking as if he's tasting the icing from a cake. He watches you intently, the stare <<if $DVfeeling is "nervous">>almost unnerves you<<else>>makes you more excited<</if>>. With each swipe of his tongue, he presses harder. You feel the edges of your $cunt being parted little by little until his tongue fully breaches through. You yelp as it caresses your hole before sliding up to your $clit. He hums with satisfaction at your reaction as he continues to work, his arms coming around your hips as he gets comfortable. His tongue begins to dance around your $clit3. Like your nipples, he teases, going around and around without touching it. It makes you writhe in place, unseemly noises escaping you. It almost feels like fire – intense and radiating through your whole body – but it's also not enough. You want more, and you briefly think that you wouldn't mind being skewered on Duri's tongue forever. You can //hear// his tongue sliding along your divide. <<if $lube is "yes">>You were already wet, but now it sounds as though you are drenched.<<else>>You begin to wonder how necessary oil will be if he keeps this up.<</if>> Little by little, Duri pays more attention to your entrance. You feel the tip of his tongue dance around it experimentally, testing your reactions again. When you feel it circling, your back arches automatically. Duri growls like a wolf protecting his meal, the vibration rattling your pelvis. Suddenly, he sits up but takes your hips with him. Your legs sprawl out over each of his shoulders as he easily picks you half off the bed. You feel delightfully helpless as he looks down at you, mouth still working your $cunt. He teases your hole again, long and slow, circling it as he slips it in bit by bit. Your eyes are locked on his, caught in pleasure and shock at the new feeling. You feel it wiggling inside of you as he slides it in. You gasp and reach out to hold the tops of his legs. He chuckles at your reaction, which only makes you gasp again. Frustration builds just as much as the pleasure. You find yourself wanting to come badly. And then, you feel his tongue retreat slowly until only the tip is inside you. You match his gaze…and then he thrusts it back in //hard//. You call out, feeling your insides delightfully ravaged. Duri's movements are no longer slow and easy – his tongue is fucking you. It fills every void inside your $pussy, hits every sweet spot within. You're so overwhelmed with delight that you don't know what you're doing or saying. When one of his hands moves to your $clit – it's over. A small flick is all it takes for your nerves to erupt in ecstasy. You arch your back so hard that you nearly do a headstand on your bed. Your arms flail and reach out to hold anything you can find. Duri groans with relish at your reaction as he devours you through the climax before you collapse on the bed. You watch as his long tongue is slowly pulled from your body with a squelch. Your muscles jerk at the sensation. As you catch your breath, Duri relaxes on his knees between your legs, rubbing your thighs in a soothing gesture. He's smiling. You stare at your ceiling as you come back down. "Maybe I should have started a little slower?" Duri asks, leaning over you a bit. You shake your head and grin. "I always wanted to try that. I should be careful, though, I don't know what I'd do if my tongue ends up being the better part of me." A blissful sigh escapes you. "I suppose I will need to sample everything if I'm to determine that." "Right you are…" Duri says with a smoky tone. <<if $lube is "yes">>You feel his hand at your sex suddenly, parting your folds. "You're definitely ready…wish you could see just how wet you are." <<if $DVfeeling is "nervous">>You blanch.<<else>>You smirk.<</if>><<else>>You hear the pop of a cork and look to see Duri with the phial of oil. "Do we really need that after…after what you did?" He nods. "Saliva is not a lubricant, not a good one at least. Especially for your first time, you need to have oil so it doesn't hurt. I got you worked up and stretched, but if you're too dry, it //really// can hurt. Take it from me," he says. "If you're in tears by the time I'm done with you, I want it to be from pleasure, not pain." You agree and watch as Duri applies oil for you. He kisses along your legs as he does, tickling your sensitive flesh as he presses oil into your $pussy.<</if>> [[Duri sits up and pulls you toward him.|6.DV.DtopMCc.permission]]

Duri's tongue shrinks and slips away. $Dcapitalheshe sits up and moves out from your legs. A blanket is pulled over you, and when you look up at $Dhimher, $Dheshe is smiling softly. You're not sure how to feel just yet. Part of you feels a little bad and maybe a little disappointed, but you couldn't bring yourself to go through with it. Not yet, at least. "It's okay," Duri says, patting your head. "I'm pleased that you said no instead of just going through with it like I did. That's wisdom, as my mother would say. I was never very good at wisdom." $Dcapitalheshe chuckles. "I feel conflicted still," you remark as you stare at your ceiling. "I can understand that. But I'm not disappointed. If you change your mind sometime, you know where I'll be." "Already naked?" you quip. $Dcapitalheshe snorts loudly and then laughs. "Yeah…probably." You laugh as well, and Duri sticks $Dhisher tongue out at you. <<if $Ostat3 is 'romantic'>>After you quiet down, Duri starts to say something and then stops before finally committing. "So," $Dheshe starts. "Um, this isn't my business, but I'm also not ignorant. You and Ozzy have something going on. I just thought I should say that if- He's obviously kinda dumb, but if you thought about having sex with me because he's dumb, then maybe just give him a chance. I'm not good at love stuff, but if you want him, just wait for him, even just a bit longer.<<if $Obigfeels is true>> I'm sure it's hard to wait, and he's sort of a dick sometimes, but it's worth waiting through the hard times for the right person."<</if>> You're shocked and only stare back at the demigod. "I'll…keep that in mind," you finally utter.<</if>> [[You get dressed and then head out to catch the last of the concert before your routine continues like normal for the next several days.|6.41]]

You watch as the tip of his tongue meets your tip and slowly slides down your $dick. Your hands clench the bedding, and you hiss in delight at the contact. Duri does it again, licking as if he's tasting the icing from a cake. He watches you intently, the stare <<if $DVfeeling is "nervous">>almost unnerves you<<else>>makes you more excited<</if>>. With each swipe of his tongue, he goes even lower, tempting your backside<<if $sac is "yes">>, playing with your $balls<<else>><</if>>. You feel him tease the tender fleshy ridge just before your ass and yelp as he caresses your hole before sliding up your shaft. He hums with satisfaction at your reaction as he continues to work, his arms coming around your hips as he gets comfortable. His tongue begins to dance around your $cock. Like your nipples, he teases, going around and around without taking it into his mouth. It makes you writhe in place, unseemly noises escaping you. It almost feels like fire – intense and radiating through your whole body – but you want so much more. If the teasing around your member isn't enough, Duri does the same to your ass. He runs his tongue through the divide, testing your hole, getting you ready for what's to come. Little by little, Duri pays more attention to the entrance. You feel the tip of his tongue dance around it experimentally, testing your reactions again. When you feel it circling, your back arches automatically. Duri growls like a wolf protecting his meal, the vibration rattling your pelvis. Suddenly, he sits up but takes your hips with him. Your legs sprawl out over each of his shoulders as he easily picks you half off the bed. You feel delightfully helpless as he looks down at you, mouth still working your ass. He teases your hole again, long and slow, circling it as he slips it in bit by bit. Your eyes are locked on his, caught in pleasure and shock at the new feeling. You feel it wiggling inside of you as he slides it in. You gasp and reach out to hold the tops of his legs. He chuckles at your reaction, which only makes you gasp again. Frustration builds just as much as the pleasure. You find yourself wanting to come badly. <<if $ejac is "yes">>The buildup inside of you is telling, just the right push will make you burst all over your own stomach.<<else>>Your $cock dangles above you – $hard, helpless, and needy.<</if>> And then, you feel his tongue retreat slowly until only the tip is inside you. You match his gaze…and then he thrusts it back in //hard//. You call out, feeling your insides delightfully ravaged. Duri's movements are no longer slow and easy – his tongue is fucking you. It fills every void inside your ass, hits every sweet spot within. You're so overwhelmed with delight that you don't know what you're doing or saying. When one of his hands moves to your $cock – it's over. A small flick is all it takes for your nerves to erupt in ecstasy. You arch your back so hard that you nearly do a headstand on your bed. Your arms flail and reach out to hold anything you can find. <<if $ejac is "yes">>You erupt all over yourself, feeling it from deeper within than normal. You come hard, splattering your torso and neck with cum.<<else>>The shockwave of both places being hit at once rattles through you, making your head numb as you spasm.<</if>> Duri groans with relish at your reaction as he devours you through the climax before you collapse on the bed. You watch as his long tongue is slowly pulled from your body with a squelch. Your muscles jerk at the sensation. As you catch your breath, Duri relaxes on his knees between your legs, rubbing your thighs in a soothing gesture. He's smiling. You stare at your ceiling as you come back down. "Maybe I should have started a little slower?" Duri asks, leaning over you a bit. You shake your head and grin. "I always wanted to try that. I should be careful, though, I don't know what I'd do if my tongue ends up being the better part of me." A blissful sigh escapes you. "I suppose I will need to sample everything if I'm to determine that." "Right you are…" Duri says with a smoky tone. You hear the pop of a cork and look to see Duri with the phial of oil. "Do we really need that after…after what you did?" He nods. "Saliva is not a lubricant, not a good one at least. Especially for your first time, you need to have oil so it doesn't hurt. I got you worked up and stretched, but if you're too dry, it //really// can hurt. Take it from me," he says. "If you're in tears by the time I'm done with you, I want it to be from pleasure, not pain." You agree and watch as Duri applies oil for you. He kisses along your legs as he does, tickling your sensitive flesh as he presses oil into your ass. You can't help but feel a little shy about it, but Duri's attitude is so casual that it helps you to feel normal about the process. [[Duri sits up and pulls you toward him.|6.DV.DtopMCp.permission]]

You watch as the tip of her tongue meets your seam and slowly slides up to your $clit2. Your hands clench the bedding, and you hiss in delight at the contact. Duri does it again, licking as if she's tasting the icing from a cake. She watches you intently, the stare <<if $DVfeeling is "nervous">>almost unnerves you<<else>>makes you more excited<</if>>. With each swipe of her tongue, she presses harder. You feel the edges of your $cunt being parted little by little until her tongue fully breaches through. You yelp as it caresses your hole before sliding up to your $clit. She hums with satisfaction at your reaction as she continues to work, her arms coming around your hips as she gets comfortable. Her tongue begins to dance around your $clit3. Like your nipples, she teases, going around and around without touching it. It makes you writhe in place, unseemly noises escaping you. It almost feels like fire – intense and radiating through your whole body – but it's also not enough. You want more, and you briefly think that you wouldn't mind being skewered on Duri's tongue forever. You can //hear// her tongue sliding along your divide. <<if $lube is "yes">>You were already wet, but now it sounds as though you are drenched.<<else>>You begin to wonder how necessary oil will be if she keeps this up.<</if>> Little by little, Duri pays more attention to your entrance. You feel the tip of her tongue dance around it experimentally, testing your reactions again. When you feel it circling, your back arches automatically. Duri growls like a wolf protecting her meal, the vibration rattling your pelvis. Suddenly, she sits up but takes your hips with her. Your legs sprawl out over each of her shoulders as she easily picks you half off the bed. You feel delightfully helpless as she looks down at you, mouth still working your $cunt. She teases your hole again, long and slow, circling it as she slips it in bit by bit. Your eyes are locked on hers, caught in pleasure and shock at the new feeling. You feel it wiggling inside of you as she slides it in. You gasp and reach out to hold the tops of her legs. She chuckles at your reaction, which only makes you gasp again. Frustration builds just as much as the pleasure. You find yourself wanting to come badly. And then, you feel her tongue retreat slowly until only the tip is inside you. You match her gaze…and then she thrusts it back in //hard//. You call out, feeling your insides delightfully ravaged. Duri's movements are no longer slow and easy – her tongue is fucking you. It fills every void inside your $pussy, hits every sweet spot within. You're so overwhelmed with delight that you don't know what you're doing or saying. When one of her hands moves to your $clit – it's over. A small flick is all it takes for your nerves to erupt in ecstasy. You arch your back so hard that you nearly do a headstand on your bed. Your arms flail and reach out to hold anything you can find. Duri groans with relish at your reaction as she devours you through the climax before you collapse on the bed. You watch as her long tongue is slowly pulled from your body with a squelch. Your muscles jerk at the sensation. As you catch your breath, Duri relaxes on her knees between your legs, rubbing your thighs in a soothing gesture. She's smiling. You stare at your ceiling as you come back down. "Maybe I should have started a little slower?" Duri asks, leaning over you a bit. You shake your head and grin. "I always wanted to try that. I should be careful, though, I don't know what I'd do if my tongue ends up being the better part of me." A blissful sigh escapes you. "I suppose I will need to sample everything if I'm to determine that." "Right you are…" Duri says with a smoky tone. <<if $lube is "yes">>You feel her hand at your sex suddenly, parting your folds. "You're definitely ready…wish you could see just how wet you are." <<if $DVfeeling is "nervous">>You blanch.<<else>>You smirk.<</if>><<else>>You hear the pop of a cork and look to see Duri with the phial of oil. "Do we really need that after…after what you did?" She nods. "Saliva is not a lubricant, not a good one at least. Especially for your first time, you need to have oil so it doesn't hurt. I got you worked up and stretched, but if you're too dry, it //really// can hurt. Take it from me," she says. "If you're in tears by the time I'm done with you, I want it to be from pleasure, not pain." You agree and watch as Duri applies oil for you. She kisses along your legs as she does, tickling your sensitive flesh as she presses oil into your $pussy.<</if>> [[Duri sits up and pulls you toward her.|6.DV.DFtopstrapMCc.permission]]

You watch as the tip of her tongue meets your tip and slowly slides down your $dick. Your hands clench the bedding, and you hiss in delight at the contact. Duri does it again, licking as if she's tasting the icing from a cake. She watches you intently, the stare <<if $DVfeeling is "nervous">>almost unnerves you<<else>>makes you more excited<</if>>. With each swipe of her tongue, she goes even lower, tempting your backside<<if $sac is "yes">>, playing with your $balls<<else>><</if>>. You feel her tease the tender fleshy ridge just before your ass and yelp as she caresses your hole before sliding up your shaft. She hums with satisfaction at your reaction as she continues to work, her arms coming around your hips as she gets comfortable. Her tongue begins to dance around your $cock. Like your nipples, she teases, going around and around without taking it into her mouth. It makes you writhe in place, unseemly noises escaping you. It almost feels like fire – intense and radiating through your whole body – but you want so much more. If the teasing around your member isn't enough, Duri does the same to your ass. She runs her tongue through the divide, testing your hole, getting you ready for what's to come. Little by little, Duri pays more attention to the entrance. You feel the tip of her tongue dance around it experimentally, testing your reactions again. When you feel it circling, your back arches automatically. Duri growls like a wolf protecting her meal, the vibration rattling your pelvis. Suddenly, she sits up but takes your hips with her. Your legs sprawl out over each of her shoulders as she easily picks you half off the bed. You feel delightfully helpless as she looks down at you, mouth still working your ass. She teases your hole again, long and slow, circling it as she slips it in bit by bit. Your eyes are locked on hers, caught in pleasure and shock at the new feeling. You feel it wiggling inside of you as she slides it in. You gasp and reach out to hold the tops of her legs. She chuckles at your reaction, which only makes you gasp again. Frustration builds just as much as the pleasure. You find yourself wanting to come badly. <<if $ejac is "yes">>The buildup inside of you is telling, just the right push will make you burst all over your own stomach.<<else>>Your $cock dangles above you – $hard, helpless, and needy.<</if>> And then, you feel her tongue retreat slowly until only the tip is inside you. You match her gaze…and then she thrusts it back in //hard//. You call out, feeling your insides delightfully ravaged. Duri's movements are no longer slow and easy – her tongue is fucking you. It fills every void inside your ass, hits every sweet spot within. You're so overwhelmed with delight that you don't know what you're doing or saying. When one of her hands moves to your $cock – it's over. A small flick is all it takes for your nerves to erupt in ecstasy. You arch your back so hard that you nearly do a headstand on your bed. Your arms flail and reach out to hold anything you can find. <<if $ejac is "yes">>You erupt all over yourself, feeling it from deeper within than normal. You come hard, splattering your torso and neck with cum.<<else>>The shockwave of both places being hit at once rattles through you, making your head numb as you spasm.<</if>> Duri groans with relish at your reaction as she devours you through the climax before you collapse on the bed. You watch as her long tongue is slowly pulled from your body with a squelch. Your muscles jerk at the sensation. As you catch your breath, Duri relaxes on her knees between your legs, rubbing your thighs in a soothing gesture. She's smiling. You stare at your ceiling as you come back down. "Maybe I should have started a little slower?" Duri asks, leaning over you a bit. You shake your head and grin. "I always wanted to try that. I should be careful, though, I don't know what I'd do if my tongue ends up being the better part of me." A blissful sigh escapes you. "I suppose I will need to sample everything if I'm to determine that." "Right you are…" Duri says with a smoky tone. You hear the pop of a cork and look to see Duri with the phial of oil. "Do we really need that after…after what you did?" She nods. "Saliva is not a lubricant, not a good one at least. Especially for your first time, you need to have oil so it doesn't hurt. I got you worked up and stretched, but if you're too dry, it //really// can hurt. Take it from me," she says. "If you're in tears by the time I'm done with you, I want it to be from pleasure, not pain." You agree and watch as Duri applies oil for you. She kisses along your legs as she does, tickling your sensitive flesh as she presses oil into your ass. You can't help but feel a little shy about it, but Duri's attitude is so casual that it helps you to feel normal about the process. [[Duri sits up and pulls you toward her.|6.DV.DFtopstrapMCp.permission]]

You're suddenly hyper aware of your position and that the man between your legs will be melding his body with yours in one of the most intimate of ways. It feels oddly different from what just happened with his mouth, like a new and bigger step up. You're taken with how hard he is, watching intently as he spreads oil over his cock. Your heart is racing. <<if $DVfeeling is "nervous">>Jitters rattle your mind as questions fill it. What will it feel like? Will it hurt?<<else>>Excitement rattles your mind as questions fill it. What will it feel like? Will Duri be pleased?<</if>> Does this change you? Once Duri is done with the oil, you gawk at how it makes his member glisten. He leans over you, still grinning. "<<if $lube is "yes">>I don't doubt that you're wet enough, Lambchop, I just want to be careful that I don't hurt you. <</if>>I'll go slow, speak up right away if something feels wrong, hurts, or is just too quick. Got it?" You nod. His eyes narrow. "This can feel damn good, but it can hurt if something isn't right or you aren't relaxed enough. And if you're not relaxed, you may feel nervous or scared. I'll be careful, and I'm going to focus on getting you used to it. You don't have to come to enjoy it, not everyone can on their first time, and it's okay." "Okay," you agree. Duri leans back again and slips his hands under your knees, pushing them back to make your rear go up and spread apart. You feel the divide around your $pussy spread open. You take a deep breath as you watch Duri's dick cover close to your hole. He looks you in the eye and nods. "Do you want to continue?" he asks with a serious tone. [["Yes," you say.|6.DV.DtopMCcSex]] [["No," you say.|6.DV.sex stop]]

You're suddenly hyper aware of your position and that the woman between your legs will be connecting her body with yours yet again in one of the most intimate of ways. It feels oddly different from what just happened with her mouth, like a new and bigger step up. You're taken with the phallic toy, watching intently as she spreads oil over it. She strokes it as if she can feel through it. Your heart is racing. <<if $DVfeeling is "nervous">>Jitters rattle your mind as questions fill it. What will it feel like? Will it hurt?<<else>>Excitement rattles your mind as questions fill it. What will it feel like? Will Duri be pleased?<</if>> Does this change you? Once Duri is done with the oil, you gawk at how it makes the hard shaft glisten. She leans over you, still grinning. "<<if $lube is "yes">>I don't doubt that you're wet enough, Lambchop, I just want to be careful that I don't hurt you. <</if>>I'll go slow, speak up right away if something feels wrong, hurts, or is just too quick. Got it?" You nod. Her eyes narrow. "This can feel damn good, but it can hurt if something isn't right or you aren't relaxed enough. And if you're not relaxed, you may feel nervous or scared. I'll be careful, and I'm going to focus on getting you used to it. You don't have to come to enjoy it, not everyone can on their first time, and it's okay." "Okay," you agree. Duri leans back again and slips her hands under your knees, pushing them back to make your rear go up and spread apart. You feel the divide around your $pussy spread open. You take a deep breath as you watch Duri's glass member hover close to your hole. She looks you in the eye and nods. "Do you want to continue?" she asks with a serious tone. [["Yes," you say.|6.DV.DFtopstrapMCc.sex]] [["No," you say.|6.DV.sex stop]]

You're suddenly hyper aware of your position and that the woman between your legs will be melding her body with yours in one of the most intimate of ways. It feels oddly different from what just happened with her mouth, like a new and bigger step up. You're taken with the phallic toy, watching intently as she spreads oil over it. She strokes it as if she can feel through it. Your heart is racing. <<if $DVfeeling is "nervous">>Jitters rattle your mind as questions fill it. What will it feel like? Will it hurt?<<else>>Excitement rattles your mind as questions fill it. What will it feel like? Will Duri be pleased?<</if>> Does this change you? Once Duri is done with the oil, you gawk at how it makes the hard shaft glisten. She leans over you, still grinning. "I'll go slow, speak up right away if something feels wrong, hurts, or is just too quick. Got it?" You nod. Her eyes narrow. "Just sayin', the ass feels damn good, but it can hurt if something isn't right. I'll be careful, and I'm going to focus on getting you relaxed first. You don't have to come to enjoy it, not everyone can on their first time, and it's okay." "Okay," you agree. Duri leans back again and slips her hands under your knees, pushing them back to make your rear go up and spread apart. You take a deep breath as you watch Duri's dick cover close to your hole. She looks you in the eye and nods. "Do you want to continue?" she asks with a serious tone. [["Yes," you say.|6.DV.DFtopstrapMCp.sex]] [["No," you say.|6.DV.sex stop]]

You're suddenly hyper aware of your position and that the man between your legs will be melding his body with yours in one of the most intimate of ways. It feels oddly different from what just happened with his mouth, like a new and bigger step up. You're taken with how hard he is, watching intently as he spreads oil over his cock. Your heart is racing. <<if $DVfeeling is "nervous">>Jitters rattle your mind as questions fill it. What will it feel like? Will it hurt?<<else>>Excitement rattles your mind as questions fill it. What will it feel like? Will Duri be pleased?<</if>> Does this change you? Once Duri is done with the oil, you gawk at how it makes his member glisten. He leans over you, still grinning. "I'll go slow, speak up right away if something feels wrong, hurts, or is just too quick. Got it?" You nod. His eyes narrow. "Just sayin', the ass feels damn good, but it can hurt if something isn't right. I'll be careful, and I'm going to focus on getting you relaxed first. You don't have to come to enjoy it, not everyone can on their first time, and it's okay." "Okay," you agree. Duri leans back again and slips his hands under your knees, pushing them back to make your rear go up and spread apart. You take a deep breath as you watch Duri's dick cover close to your hole. He looks you in the eye and nods. "Do you want to continue?" he asks with a serious tone. [["Yes," you say.|6.DV.DtopMCpSex]] [["No," you say.|6.DV.sex stop]]

He gets closer, using one of his hands to grab his penis and guide it to your hole. Duri simply rubs his tip against you first. That alone feels good. His eyes look a bit glazed over as he watches. And then…you feel a pressure. "Easy," Duri says softly. "This will be the hard part…no…no pun intended there, sorry. Try to keep your muscles relaxed." "I'll try," you say, and then take a breath. The pressure increases. It's good but strange; your body pushes back, telling your brain that something isn't right. You try to shove that away and override the thought. You feel yourself open further and gasp, gripping the bed with your hands. "Pain?" Duri asks. You shake your head. "Strange…" He nods. "That's normal, it goes away. A bit more, bear with it." There's more pressure, more of the sensation of your body being opened by something and you grunt as you adjust. You feel more pressure, and then the clear sensation of Duri's cock pushing into your ass. You gasp. Duri waits a moment. "Breathe out, $mc. Holding your breath makes you tense more." You exhale, barely aware that you were even holding it. "You're doing well, I'm going to keep going, and once I'm in a bit more, we'll pause." You nod as you fight your muscles to keep them from clenching up. Duri pushes in a bit further, and you suddenly feel a burst of pleasure flutter up your spine. You jerk in response. "Are you okay? Was that a good or bad feeling?" Duri asks hurriedly. You feel it again and moan. "Good," you manage to eke out. The demigod smirks. "Lucky you, what an easy spot to hit…" He presses in more, sliding against that same spot, sending chills through you. As the pleasure builds, it gets easier for your body to accept the intrusion. Before you know it, Duri is buried to his root inside of you. He looms over you, rubbing your hips as he stills. As you focus on the feeling, you feel his cock twitch ever so slightly. <<if $DVfeeling is "nervous">>You suddenly feel very self-conscious – hyper aware of him between your legs and //in// your body. He's watching you too, sees where you're joined with him, and there's nowhere for you to hide. You feel unsure and bring your arms up to cross over your face in a sad attempt to make yourself feel a bit of relief. "Hey…" Duri says and then chuckles. "Why are you hiding now?" You shrug. "It's okay if you're still nervous. You'll be surprised at how normal it feels after a while." "Really?" "Really." "It's weird…it's weird letting another person see and touch me like this." You peek out from the protective barrier of your arms. He rubs his hands up and down your hips in a soothing motion. "I get that. Maybe it will help to remember that anyone who does this with you is just as vulnerable." "Easy for you to say, you're naked without a care whenever possible." He laughs. "You got me there. But this is a bit different. It took me a while to be okay with this sort of vulnerability. It's different than just seeing, especially when you're letting someone enter your body. You'll be okay, Lambchop." You manage a little smile. <<else>>Suddenly, you get a surge of adrenaline and begin to get antsy. You have a sexy //demigod// between your legs, buried balls deep in your body, taking your virginity, and you almost can't contain yourself. Your breathing picks up. "You good?" Duri asks. "Yeah," you say with a heavy breath. "Just…this feels so good, unlike what I thought it would." "Well, I am your teacher after all." His smile is smug. "I knew this was a fetish for you…" You snort. "Maybe it is. Maybe I'm the sort of wolf who sniffs out virgins just so I can ravage them, teach them the ways of sex, and leave them pining for me." You hum in thought. "No, I think you'll be the one pining after we're done." He tsks you. "Cheeky…" He runs his hands down your hips. <</if>>"Now…I'm going to start moving. We'll go slow and then I'll work up speed. You can touch yourself during, I'd like to watch you do it. Don't feel bad if you come fast or not at all during – I can get you off after, too." Duri's eyes go hooded again, and he looks like he's staring at a feast. [[You match his gaze.|6.DV.DtopMCpSex2]]

You both take a moment to breathe and readjust. You feel a little bad at first, but Duri insists adamantly that it's okay. Part of you feels a little bad and maybe a little disappointed, but you couldn't bring yourself to go through with it. Not yet, at least. "It's okay," Duri insists, patting your head. "I'm pleased that you said no instead of just going through with it like I did. That's wisdom, as my mother would say. I was never very good at wisdom." $Dcapitalheshe chuckles. "I feel conflicted still," you remark as you stare at your ceiling. "I can understand that. But I'm not disappointed. If you change your mind sometime, you know where I'll be." "Already naked?" you quip. $Dcapitalheshe snorts loudly and then laughs. "Yeah…probably." You laugh as well, and Duri sticks $Dhisher tongue out at you. <<if $Ostat3 is 'romantic'>>After you quiet down, Duri starts to say something and then stops before finally committing. "So," $Dheshe starts. "Um, this isn't my business, but I'm also not ignorant. You and Ozzy have something going on. I just thought I should say that if- He's obviously kinda dumb, but if you thought about having sex with me because he's dumb, then maybe just give him a chance. I'm not good at love stuff, but if you want him, just wait for him, even just a bit longer.<<if $Obigfeels is true>> I'm sure it's hard to wait, and he's sort of a dick sometimes, but it's worth waiting through the hard times for the right person."<</if>> You're shocked and only stare back at the demigod. "I'll…keep that in mind," you finally utter.<</if>> [[You get dressed and then head out to catch the last of the concert before your routine continues like normal for the next several days.|6.41]]

He slides his hips back slowly, and you feel his cock pull from your body. It's as unusual a feeling as it was being penetrated, but it still feels good. Duri pulls out faster than when he went in before, slowly pressing inside once more in a smooth, steady motion. You feel that same pleasurable zing up your back, making you lie down and relax. Duri sucks in a breath, and you look as his eyes close and his head tips back. A new shiver runs up your spine as you see the pleasure plain on his face. Your body is doing that to him, spurring his hips back and forth, coaxing him to climax. It hits you, and you press harder into your mattress, opening your legs wider for him. He moans. "That's a good lamb," he says, his voice breathier than normal. The rhythm picks up, and he glides his cock in and out at a steady speed. He seems to map every angle that makes your back arch and your $cock twitch and focuses on them specifically. This feels so good, the pressure is still a bit strange but delightful as it rattles pleasure around your loins. It's not quite enough to make you come, but you remember what Duri said about touching yourself… You slide your hand down to your $dick and grab it. That alone makes you jerk and groan. Duri's speed picks up. As you begin to stroke yourself, you gaze up at him and note the predatory look on his face as he watches you intently. He bites his lip as you run your thumb over the tip of your $cock. Your shaft is still <<if $ejac is "yes">>wet<<else>>sensitive<</if>> from coming, and it amplifies the feeling from Duri thrusting into you. "That's it," he mumbles. "Touch yourself while I fuck you. You like my cock? Does it make you feel good?" <<if $DVfeeling is "nervous">>You look at him sheepishly, unsure if you should respond or not, or even what you would say. Your face feels hot as you nod. Duri chuckles. "Little lamb, are you speechless? Does being fucked in this tight little hole render you silent?" He pops his hips harder as his speed increases. You gasp. "There we go, there's your lovely voice. Maybe you just need my cock to hit your harder to find it, hm?"<<else>>"//Yes//," you say with a groan. "Fuck yes." He growls. "That's a good lamb. You're taking it so well, you really like it, don't you? Just what you wanted…" He pops his hips harder, and his speed increases. "Duri!" you call. "That's right, call my name…I think you've earned a harder pounding in this tight little hole of yours."<</if>> His hands slide to your ankles. He pushes your legs back further, leaning over you as his speed increases again. You hear your flesh slap together, echoing through the room. You stroke yourself in tandem, squeezing as you feel him hit that sweet spot inside of you. The combination feels unreal. You melt into the mattress as your ass is ravaged by the demigod. A numb sensation is in your head, and the room seems to fade to the sheer pleasure you feel. You're vaguely aware of Duri saying something in a husky voice, his thrusts getting quicker and shorter. <<if $ejac is "yes">>You feel your hand grow damp as your tip leaks.<<else>>You feel a tingle in your $dick and a strange pressure behind it.<</if>> The build-up is the same but different, that feeling when you know you're about to come but it's…spread out and deeper. It's…everywhere. The feeling leaves you caught up, and your hand falls away as your fingers seek to hold on to something. Duri's hand surrounds your $cock and begins to tug quickly as his thrusts become steady. It hits like thunder. Duri holds your ankle as your legs begin to tremble. A wave of pleasure shoots through your shaft and resonates deep within your pelvis and up your body, traveling through your limbs. Your back arches off the bed, and your eyes spring open as wide as your mouth in a silent scream. <<if $ejac is "yes">>Hot cum paints your chest.<<else>>Your entire body shakes.<</if>> Your arms begin to flail and hit the mattress, looking for some sort of outlet to release the pressure of ecstasy. The tugging on your $dick stops, and Duri's hand returns to your other ankle. He continues to fuck you, and you suddenly feel like your nerves are on fire – delicious fire. It's too much, but you don't want it to end. "Good <<if $pronouns is 'woman'>>girl<<elseif $pronouns is 'man'>>boy<<else>>lamb<</if>>, you feel so good against my cock…I'm gonna come!" You groan as your body shakes at his words. Duri's breath stammers. He gasps and then stills <<if $comein is "yes">>pushing deep inside of you, grabbing your hips to keep you steady as he fills you. You swear as you feel an enormous rush within you. It's shockingly hot. He thrusts lightly again, pumping more in. You feel his dick twitching hard with each burst. "//Fuck//!" he calls, burying himself in you again as yet another gush of cum fills you.<<else>>for a moment before pulling his cock out quickly. His hand pumps it briefly before it gushes, sending hot bursts of cum across your pelvis, stomach, and chest. You swear as more and more rushes out, shockingly warm as it drips down your skin. "//Fuck//!" he calls as he squeezes the base of his cock, sending another burst of come along your $dick.<</if>> His body shakes as he groans with his eyes glazed over. He falls against you and begins to kiss and nibble along your neck. You feel his teeth briefly against your shoulder before he soothes it with a lick. His breath is hot against your skin. <<if $comein is "yes">>As he pulls his length out from you, his cum spills and there's an audible plop-plop-plop as it hits your bed linens.<<else>>His cock rubs against you, making you realize what a mess you're in.<</if>>There's so much of it. You realize that he wasn't joking earlier. You wonder if it has something to do with him being a demigod. The gods did have a lot of children…perhaps this detail is what made them so…prolific. "Sorry," he mumbles into the crook of your neck. "I've made a bit of a mess of you." "You did warn me…" You lament. <<if $Dstat is 'romantic'>>There's a series of gentle kisses along your shoulder and up to your cheek…and then your lips – one that is soft and sweet and very unlike the Duri you expected after sex. When he pulls away, he looks almost confused.<<else>>He nibbles at your shoulder again and then nuzzles into the crook of your neck briefly before sitting up.<</if>> "That was great – at least for me. It looked intense for you. Did you enjoy it?" You almost laugh. "Yeah, you could say that. I felt sort of…out of body. It was wild." He smirks. "I would gladly take all the credit, if you'd let me." He looks you over. "Let's…get you cleaned up." [["And change the bedding," you lament.|6.DVcommonending]]

<<set $DVlost to true>><<set $Dhadsex to true>><<set $virgin to false>> You and Duri clean up. You feel decidedly wiggly, and your head is a bit floaty for a while, making the task a bit difficult. Once you're done, you both have a seat again at the edge of the bed. "So," Duri starts. "How do you feel?" "A bit like I'm floating." $Dcapitalheshe snorts. "No regrets, I hope…" "No regrets," you muse. "That's sex – at least sex with me. Most people will be different, but the core of it is sort of the same." You look down at your hands for a moment. "I sort of wondered if I would feel different after, like if it would change something about me. But…maybe I feel a little floaty, but I don't feel changed." $Dcapitalheshe shakes his head. "Nope, and maybe it just depends on your personal feelings, but sex just is. It doesn't make you different. So, if you ever want to fool around more, explore some other ways to fuck, just let me know. I've been around and played and talked with all sorts of people, so I know a lot we can do." <<if $Dstat is 'romantic'>>It stings to hear $Dhimher talk of being with others. You remind yourself that Duri is hundreds of years old, and most of $Dhisher life happened before you ever knew each other. You bite down on your feelings. You know this is just fun for $Dhimher, it doesn't mean anything. Clearing your throat, you simply nod. "So, is there…no one else?" $Dcapitalheshe looks confused for a moment. "Oh! That I'm fucking?" You nod. "No." $Dcapitalheshe waves $Dhisher hands in front of $Dhimher. "If you don't want to, don't feel like you have to just because we did it today, and I'm your first. That's not how I want things. I mean, I don't always…even see people again after, so it's not unusual. If you have other people to, you know-" Duri stops, and $Dhisher back straightens like $Dheshe's startled. "Sorry...." You watch $Dhimher, face scrunching up like $Dheshe just smelled citrus. "What do you mean sorry?" Duri shakes $Dhisher head. "Just…I felt //weird//. But it's nothing." $Dcapitalheshe stands suddenly. "If you have other people to fuck, it's not like I'm going to stand in your way or anything. That's all I mean. We don't have to do this again…I can find someone else if the mood strikes." That stings again, but before you can respond, Duri sits back down next to you and leans against your shoulder. <<if $Dpout is true>>"But it's cute when you pout over my attention, Lambchop."<</if>><<else>>You consider that and all that you don't know yet. The depth of experience $Dheshe has could teach you a great deal about what you do or don't like. It would be a good opportunity if you're willing. "I'll let you know," you say with a grin. Duri winks at you. "Proud to be of service, Lambchop."<</if>> You sigh. It's late as you wrap up, but thanks to Duri's intervention, you have ample privacy until you go to sleep. [[Your routine continues like normal for the next several days.|6.41]]

He gets closer, using one of his hands to grab his penis and guide it to your entrance. Duri rubs his tip against you first. That alone feels good. His eyes look a bit glazed over as he watches. <<if $lube is "yes">>There's a wet sound as he plays in your flesh.<</if>> And then…you feel a pressure. "Easy," Duri says softly. "This will be the hard part…no…no pun intended there, sorry. Try to keep your muscles relaxed. You're worked up, it should go in easy as long as you're comfortable." "I'll try," you say, and then take a breath. The pressure increases. It's good but strange; your body opens up, but it feels odd as the pressure travels up your pelvis. You feel your entrance spread open even further and gasp, gripping the bed with your hands. "Pain?" Duri asks. You shake your head. "Strange…surprised me." He nods. "That's normal, it's a bit weird for a bit each time you do this until you adapt; tell me if it stings." There's a feeling of displacement, more of the sensation of your body being opened by something and you grunt as you adjust. You feel more pressure, and then the clear sensation of Duri's cock pushing into your $pussy. You gasp. Duri waits a moment. "Breathe out, $mc. Holding your breath makes you tense more." You exhale, barely aware that you were even holding it. "You're doing well, I'm going to keep going, and once I'm in a bit more, we'll pause." You focus on keeping your body open for the intrusion, taking in the new sensations. Duri pushes in a bit further, and you suddenly feel a light burst of pleasure flutter up your spine. You jerk in response. "Are you okay? Was that a good or bad feeling?" Duri asks hurriedly. You feel it again and moan. "Good," you manage to eke out. The demigod smirks. "Lucky you, what an easy spot to hit…" He presses in more, sliding against that same spot, sending chills through you. As the pleasure builds, it gets easier for your body to accept him. Before you know it, Duri is buried to his root inside of you. He looms over you, rubbing your hips as he stills. As you focus on the feeling, you feel his cock twitch ever so slightly. <<if $DVfeeling is "nervous">>You suddenly feel very self-conscious – hyper aware of him between your legs and //in// your body. He's watching you too, sees where you're joined with him, and there's nowhere for you to hide. You feel unsure and bring your arms up to cross over your face in a sad attempt to make yourself feel a bit of relief. "Hey…" Duri says and then chuckles. "Why are you hiding now?" You shrug. "It's okay if you're still nervous. You'll be surprised at how normal it feels after a while." "Really?" "Really." "It's weird…it's weird letting another person see and touch me like this." You peek out from the protective barrier of your arms. He rubs his hands up and down your hips in a soothing motion. "I get that. Maybe it will help to remember that anyone who does this with you is just as vulnerable." "Easy for you to say, you're naked without a care whenever possible." He laughs. "You got me there. But this is a bit different. It took me a while to be okay with this sort of vulnerability. It's different than just seeing, especially when you're letting someone enter your body. You'll be okay, Lambchop." You manage a little smile. <<else>>Suddenly, you get a surge of adrenaline and begin to get antsy. You have a sexy //demigod// between your legs, buried balls deep in your body, taking your virginity, and you almost can't contain yourself. Your breathing picks up. "You good?" Duri asks. "Yeah," you say with a heavy breath. "Just…this feels so good, unlike what I thought it would." "Well, I am your teacher after all." His smile is smug. "I knew this was a fetish for you…" You snort. "Maybe it is. Maybe I'm the sort of wolf who sniffs out virgins just so I can ravage them, teach them the ways of sex, and leave them pining for me." You hum in thought. "No, I think you'll be the one pining after we're done." He tsks you. "Cheeky…" He runs his hands down your hips. <</if>>"Now…I'm going to start moving. We'll go slow and then I'll work up speed. You can touch yourself during, I'd like to watch you do it. Don't feel bad if you come fast or not at all during – I can get you off after, too." Duri's eyes go hooded again, and he looks like he's staring at a feast. [[You match his gaze.|6.DV.DtopMCcSex2]]

He slides his hips back slowly, and you feel his cock pull from your body. It's as unusual a feeling as it was being penetrated, but it still feels good. Duri pulls out faster than when he went in, slowly pressing inside once more in a smooth, steady motion. You feel that same pleasurable zing up your back, making you lie down and relax. Duri sucks in a breath, and you look as his eyes close and his head tips back. A new shiver runs up your spine as you see the delight plain on his face. Your body is doing that to him, spurring his hips back and forth, coaxing him to climax. It hits you, and you press harder into your mattress, opening your legs wider for him. He moans. "That's a good lamb," he says, his voice breathier than normal. The rhythm picks up, and he glides his cock in and out at a steady speed. He seems to map every angle that makes your back arch and focuses on them specifically. This feels so good, the pressure is still a bit strange but delightful as it rattles pleasure around your loins. It's not quite enough to make you come, but you remember what Duri said about touching yourself… You slide your hand down to your $clit and rub it. That alone makes you jerk and groan. Duri's speed picks up. As you begin to stroke it, you gaze up at him and note the predatory look on his face as he watches you intently. He bites his lip as you run two fingers over your $clit3, slotting it between them to tease yourself. <<if $lube is "yes">>Your fingers slide around easily in your slick,<<else>>Your fingers slide around easily in the oil,<</if>> and it amplifies the feeling from Duri thrusting into you. "That's it," he mumbles. "Touch yourself while I fuck you. You like my cock? Does it make you feel good?" <<if $DVfeeling is "nervous">>You look at him sheepishly, unsure if you should respond or not, or even what you would say. Your face feels hot as you nod. Duri chuckles. "Little lamb, are you speechless? Does being fucked in this <<if $lube is "yes">>sloppy<<else>>tight<</if>> little hole render you silent?" He pops his hips harder as his speed increases. You gasp. "There we go, there's your lovely voice. Maybe you just need my cock to hit your harder to find it, hm?"<<else>>"//Yes//," you say with a groan. "Fuck yes." He growls. "That's a good lamb. You're taking it so well, you really like it, don't you? Just what you wanted…" He pops his hips harder, and his speed increases. "Duri!" you call. "That's right, call my name…I think you've earned a harder pounding in this <<if $lube is "yes">>sloppy<<else>>tight<</if>> little hole of yours."<</if>> His hands slide to your ankles. He pushes your legs back further, leaning over you as his speed increases again. You hear your flesh slap together, echoing through the room. You flick your $clit in tandem, clenching your core as you feel him hit that sweet spot inside of you. The combination feels unreal. You melt into the mattress as your $pussy is ravaged by the demigod. A numb sensation is in your head, and the room seems to fade to the sheer pleasure you feel. You're vaguely aware of Duri saying something in a husky voice, his thrusts getting quicker and shorter. There's a tingle along your $clit3. The build-up is the same but different, that feeling when you know you're about to come but it's…spread out and deeper. It's…everywhere. The feeling leaves you caught up, and your fingers work faster as your other hand desperately gropes for something to hold. Duri leans into you harder, his thrusts steady and focused – hard on that one sweet zone, making his tip kiss it over and over. It hits like thunder. Duri holds your ankles as your legs begin to tremble. A wave of pleasure shoots through your $cunt and resonates deep within your pelvis and up your body, traveling through your limbs. Your back arches off the bed, and your eyes spring open as wide as your mouth in a silent scream. Your entire body shakes. Your arms begin to flail and hit the mattress, looking for some sort of outlet to release the pressure of ecstasy. Duri grabs your hips and pulls you into his lap. He continues to fuck you, and you suddenly feel like your nerves are on fire – delicious fire. It's too much, but you don't want it to end. "Good <<if $pronouns is 'woman'>>girl<<elseif $pronouns is 'man'>>boy<<else>>lamb<</if>>, you feel so good against my cock…I'm gonna come!" You groan as your body shakes at his words. Duri's breath stammers. He gasps and then stills <<if $comein is "yes">>pushing deep inside of you, grabbing your hips to keep you steady as he fills you. You swear as you feel an enormous rush within you. It's shockingly hot. He thrusts lightly again, pumping more in. You feel his dick twitching hard with each burst. "//Fuck//!" he calls, burying himself in you again as yet another gush of cum fills you.<<else>>for a moment before pulling his cock out quickly. His hand pumps it briefly before it gushes, sending hot bursts of cum across your pelvis, stomach, and chest. You swear as more and more rushes out, shockingly warm as it drips down your skin. "//Fuck//!" he calls as he squeezes the base of his cock, sending another burst of come along your $cunt.<</if>> His body shakes as he groans with his eyes glazed over. He falls against you and begins to kiss and nibble along your neck. You feel his teeth briefly against your shoulder before he soothes it with a lick. His breath is hot against your skin. <<if $comein is "yes">>As he pulls his length out from you, his cum spills and there's an audible plop-plop-plop as it hits your bed linens.<<else>>His cock rubs against you, making you realize what a mess you're in.<</if>>There's so much of it. You realize that he wasn't joking earlier. You wonder if it has something to do with him being a demigod. The gods did have a lot of children…perhaps this detail is what made them so…prolific. "Sorry," he mumbles into the crook of your neck. "I've made a bit of a mess of you." "You did warn me…" You lament. <<if $Dstat is 'romantic'>>There's a series of gentle kisses along your shoulder and up to your cheek…and then your lips – one that is soft and sweet and very unlike the Duri you expected after sex. When he pulls away, he looks almost confused.<<else>>He nibbles at your shoulder again and then nuzzles into the crook of your neck briefly before sitting up.<</if>> "That was great – at least for me. It looked intense for you. Did you enjoy it?" You almost laugh. "Yeah, you could say that. I felt sort of…out of body. It was wild." He smirks. "I would gladly take all the credit, if you'd let me." He looks you over. "Let's…get you cleaned up." [["And change the bedding," you lament.|6.DVcommonending]]

She gets closer, using one of her hands to grab her toy and guide it to your entrance. Duri simply rubs the tip against you first. That alone feels good. Her eyes look a bit glazed over as she watches. <<if $lube is "yes">>There's a wet sound as she plays in your flesh.<</if>> She takes extra swipes around your $clit2, enjoying the way it makes you twitch. And then…you feel a pressure. "Easy," Duri says softly. "This will be the hard part…no…no pun intended there, sorry. Try to keep your muscles relaxed. You're worked up, it should go in easy as long as you're comfortable." "I'll try," you say, and then take a breath. The pressure increases. It's good but strange; your body opens up, but it feels odd as the pressure travels up your pelvis. You feel your entrance spread open even further and gasp, gripping the bed with your hands. "Pain?" Duri asks. You shake your head. "Strange…surprised me." She nods. "That's normal, it's a bit weird for a bit each time you do this until you adapt; tell me if it stings. If the toy is too hard, we can stop; they don't feel good for everyone." There's a feeling of displacement, more of the sensation of your body being opened by something and you grunt as you adjust. You feel more pressure, and then the clear sensation of Duri pushing into your $pussy. You gasp. Duri waits a moment. "Breathe out, $mc. Holding your breath makes you tense more." You exhale, barely aware that you were even holding it. "You're doing well, I'm going to keep going, and once I'm in a bit more, we'll pause." You focus on keeping your body open for the intrusion, taking in the new sensations. Duri pushes in a bit further, and you suddenly feel a light burst of pleasure flutter up your spine. You jerk in response. "Are you okay? Was that a good or bad feeling?" Duri asks hurriedly. You feel it again and moan. "Good," you manage to eke out. The demigod smirks. "Lucky you, what an easy spot to hit…This toy is rather nice. A lot better than others I've seen." "Does yours feel good for you?" you ask, a little worried that she's not getting what she needs in the exchange. A slow and wicked smile crests her lips. "Definitely. Seeing you take it is probably all I need, but as a bonus, each time I push in, it rubs my clit and my pussy clenches. I'm in heaven, Lambchop, don't worry." You're relieved, but before you can think of anything else, she presses in more, sliding against that same spot, sending chills through you. As the pleasure builds, it gets easier for your body to accept the intrusion. Before you know it, Duri is buried to the harness inside of you. She looms over you, rubbing your hips as she stills. As you focus on the feeling, you feel her grind against you slightly, stimulating her own clit against you. <<if $DVfeeling is "nervous">>You suddenly feel very self-conscious – hyper aware of her between your legs and //in// your body. She's watching you too, sees where you're joined with her, and there's nowhere for you to hide. You feel unsure and bring your arms up to cross over your face in a sad attempt to make yourself feel a bit of relief. "Hey…" Duri says and then chuckles. "Why are you hiding now?" You shrug. "It's okay if you're still nervous. You'll be surprised at how normal it feels after a while." "Really?" "Really." "It's weird…it's weird letting another person see and touch me like this." You peek out from the protective barrier of your arms. She rubs her hands up and down your hips in a soothing motion. "I get that. Maybe it will help to remember that anyone who does this with you is just as vulnerable." "Easy for you to say, you're naked without a care whenever possible." She laughs. "You got me there. But this is a bit different. It took me a while to be okay with this sort of vulnerability. It's different than just seeing, especially when you're letting someone enter your body with their own or a toy. You'll be okay, Lambchop." You manage a little smile. <<else>>Suddenly, you get a surge of adrenaline and begin to get antsy. You have a sexy //demigod// between your legs, buried deep in your body, taking your virginity, and you almost can't contain yourself. Your breathing picks up. "You good?" Duri asks. "Yeah," you say with a heavy breath. "Just…this feels so good, unlike what I thought it would." "Well, I am your teacher after all." Her smile is smug. "I knew this was a fetish for you…" You snort. "Maybe it is. Maybe I'm the sort of wolf who sniffs out virgins just so I can ravage them, teach them the ways of sex, and leave them pining for me." You hum in thought. "No, I think you'll be the one pining after we're done." She tsks you. "Cheeky…" She runs her hands down your hips. <</if>>"Now…I'm going to start moving. We'll go slow and then I'll work up speed. I highly recommend touching yourself during. I'd like to watch you do it. Don't feel bad if you come fast or not at all – I can get you off after, too." Duri's eyes go hooded again, and she looks like he's staring at a feast. [[You match her gaze.|6.DV.DFtopstrapMCc.sex2]]

She slides her hips back slowly, and you feel the phallus pull from your body. It's as unusual a feeling as it was being penetrated, but it still feels good. Duri pulls out faster than when she went in, slowly pressing inside once more in a smooth, steady motion without stopping. You feel that same pleasurable zing up your back, making you lie down and relax. Duri sucks in a breath, and you look as her eyes close and her head tips back. A new shiver runs up your spine as you see the delight plain on her face. Your body is doing that to her, spurring her hips back and forth, coaxing her to climax. It hits you, and you press harder into your mattress, opening your legs wider for her. She moans. "That's a good lamb," she says, her voice breathier than normal. The rhythm picks up, and she glides her member in and out at a steady speed. She seems to map every angle that makes your back arch and focuses on them specifically. This feels so good, the pressure is still a bit strange but delightful as it rattles pleasure around your loins. It's not quite enough to make you come, but you remember what Duri said about touching yourself… You slide your hand down to your $clit and rub it. That alone makes you jerk and groan. Duri's speed picks up. As you begin to stroke it, you gaze up at her and note the predatory look on her face as she watches you intently. She bites her lip as you run two fingers over your $clit3, slotting it between them to tease yourself. <<if $lube is "yes">>Your fingers slide around easily in your slick,<<else>>Your fingers slide around easily in the oil,<</if>> and it amplifies the feeling from Duri thrusting into you. "That's it," she mumbles. "Touch yourself while I fuck you. You like me playing with you? Does it make you feel good?" <<if $DVfeeling is "nervous">>You look at her sheepishly, unsure if you should respond or not, or even what you would say. Your face feels hot as you nod. Duri chuckles. "Little lamb, are you speechless? Does being fucked in this <<if $lube is "yes">>sloppy<<else>>tight<</if>> little hole render you silent?" She pops her hips harder as her speed increases. You gasp. "There we go, there's your lovely voice. Maybe you just need me to pound you harder to find it, hm?"<<else>>"//Yes//," you say with a groan. "Fuck yes." She growls. "That's a good lamb. You're taking it so well, you really like it, don't you? Just what you wanted…" She pops her hips harder, and her speed increases. "Duri!" you call. "That's right, call my name…I think you've earned a harder pounding in this <<if $lube is "yes">>sloppy<<else>>tight<</if>> little hole of yours."<</if>> Her hands slide to your ankles. She pushes your legs back further, leaning over you as her speed increases again. You hear your bodies slapping together, echoing through the room. You flick your $clit in tandem, clenching your core as you feel her hit that sweet spot inside of you. The combination feels unreal. You melt into the mattress as your $pussy is ravaged by the demigod. A numb sensation is in your head, and the room seems to fade to the sheer pleasure you feel. You're vaguely aware of Duri saying something in a husky voice, her thrusts getting quicker and shorter. There's a tingle along your $clit3. The build-up is the same but different, that feeling when you know you're about to come but it's…spread out and deeper. It's…everywhere. The feeling leaves you caught up, and your fingers work faster as your other hand desperately gropes for something to hold. Duri leans into you harder, her thrusts steady and focused – hard on that one sweet zone, making the tip of the toy kiss it over and over. It hits like thunder. Duri holds your ankles as your legs begin to tremble. A wave of pleasure shoots through your $cunt and resonates deep within your pelvis and up your body, traveling through your limbs. Your back arches off the bed, and your eyes spring open as wide as your mouth in a silent scream. Your entire body shakes. Your arms begin to flail and hit the mattress, looking for some sort of outlet to release the pressure of ecstasy. Duri grabs your hips and pulls you into her lap. She continues to fuck you, rubbing herself against you and watching you fall apart. You suddenly feel like your nerves are on fire – delicious fire. It's too much, but you don't want it to end. "Good <<if $pronouns is 'woman'>>girl<<elseif $pronouns is 'man'>>boy<<else>>lamb<</if>>, you feel so good against me…I'm gonna come!" You groan as your body shakes at her words. Duri's breath stammers. She gasps and then stills for a split moment, holding your hips tightly against her own. Her eyes roll back, and then she lifts her head to the ceiling as her body trembles. She lets out a long, gravelly moan. Duri continues to grind against you, working her torso like a dancer to draw out her pleasure. Her body shakes as she groans with her eyes glazed over. She falls against you and begins to kiss and nibble along your neck as she continues to thrust lightly. You feel her teeth briefly against your shoulder before she soothes it with a lick. Her breath is hot against your skin. As she rolls through the remnants of her orgasm, you can hear the squelch from her pussy as the toy pushes in and out of her. "Sorry," she mumbles into the crook of your neck. "It felt really good and I couldn't think to stop." "It's okay, it felt good," you say to reassure her. <<if $Dstat is 'romantic'>>There's a series of gentle kisses along your shoulder and up to your cheek…and then your lips – one that is soft and sweet and very unlike the Duri you expected after sex. When she pulls away, she looks almost confused.<<else>>She nibbles at your shoulder again and then nuzzles into the crook of your neck briefly before sitting up.<</if>> "That was great – at least for me. It looked intense for you. Did you enjoy it?" You almost laugh. "Yeah, you could say that. I felt sort of…out of body. It was wild." She smirks. "I would gladly take all the credit, if you'd let me." She looks you over. "Let's…get you cleaned up." [["And check the bedding," you add.|6.DVcommonending]]

She gets closer, using one of her hands to grab her toy and guide it to your hole. Duri simply rubs her tip against you first. That alone feels good. His eyes look a bit glazed over as she watches. And then…you feel a pressure. "Easy," Duri says softly. "This will be the hard part…no…no pun intended there, sorry. Try to keep your muscles relaxed." "I'll try," you say, and then take a breath. The pressure increases. It's good but strange; your body pushes back, telling your brain that something isn't right. You try to shove that away and override the thought. You feel yourself open further and gasp, gripping the bed with your hands. "Pain?" Duri asks. You shake your head. "Strange…" She nods. "That's normal, it goes away. A bit more, bear with it." There's more pressure, more of the sensation of your body being opened by something and you grunt as you adjust. You feel more pressure, and then the clear sensation of Duri's phallic toy pushing into your ass. You gasp. Duri waits a moment. "Breathe out, $mc. Holding your breath makes you tense more." You exhale, barely aware that you were even holding it. "You're doing well, I'm going to keep going, and once I'm in a bit more, we'll pause." You nod as you fight your muscles to keep them from clenching up. Duri pushes in a bit further, and you suddenly feel a burst of pleasure flutter up your spine. You jerk in response. "Are you okay? Was that a good or bad feeling?" Duri asks hurriedly. You feel it again and moan. "Good," you manage to eke out. The demigod smirks. "Lucky you, what an easy spot to hit…" She presses in more, sliding against that same spot, sending chills through you. As the pleasure builds, it gets easier for your body to accept the intrusion. Before you know it, Duri is buried to the harness inside of you. She looms over you, rubbing your hips as she stills. As you focus on the feeling, you feel her grind against you slightly, stimulating her own clit against you. <<if $DVfeeling is "nervous">>You suddenly feel very self-conscious – hyper aware of her between your legs and //in// your body. She's watching you too, sees where you're joined with her, and there's nowhere for you to hide. You feel unsure and bring your arms up to cross over your face in a sad attempt to make yourself feel a bit of relief. "Hey…" Duri says and then chuckles. "Why are you hiding now?" You shrug. "It's okay if you're still nervous. You'll be surprised at how normal it feels after a while." "Really?" "Really." "It's weird…it's weird letting another person see and touch me like this." You peek out from the protective barrier of your arms. She rubs her hands up and down your hips in a soothing motion. "I get that. Maybe it will help to remember that anyone who does this with you is just as vulnerable." "Easy for you to say, you're naked without a care whenever possible." She laughs. "You got me there. But this is a bit different. It took me a while to be okay with this sort of vulnerability. It's different than just seeing, especially when you're letting someone enter your body. You'll be okay, Lambchop." You manage a little smile. <<else>>Suddenly, you get a surge of adrenaline and begin to get antsy. You have a sexy //demigod// between your legs, buried deep in your body, taking your virginity, and you almost can't contain yourself. Your breathing picks up. "You good?" Duri asks. "Yeah," you say with a heavy breath. "Just…this feels so good, unlike what I thought it would." "Well, I am your teacher after all." Her smile is smug. "I knew this was a fetish for you…" You snort. "Maybe it is. Maybe I'm the sort of wolf who sniffs out virgins just so I can ravage them, teach them the ways of sex, and leave them pining for me." You hum in thought. "No, I think you'll be the one pining after we're done." She tsks you. "Cheeky…" She runs her hands down your hips. <</if>>"Now…I'm going to start moving. We'll go slow and then I'll work up speed. You can touch yourself during, I'd like to watch you do it. Don't feel bad if you come fast or not at all during – I can get you off after, too." Duri's eyes go hooded again, and she looks like she's staring at a feast. [[You match her gaze.|6.DV.DFtopstrapMCp.sex2]]

She slides her hips back slowly, and you feel the phallus pull from your body. It's as unusual a feeling as it was being penetrated, but it still feels good. Duri pulls out faster than when she went in before, slowly pressing inside once more in a smooth, steady motion. You feel that same pleasurable zing up your back, making you lie down and relax. Duri sucks in a breath, and you look as her eyes close and her head tips back. A new shiver runs up your spine as you see the pleasure plain on her face. Your body is doing that to her, spurring her hips back and forth, coaxing her to climax. It hits you, and you press harder into your mattress, opening your legs wider for her. She moans. "That's a good lamb," she says, her voice breathier than normal. The rhythm picks up, and she glides her member in and out at a steady speed. She seems to map every angle that makes your back arch and your $cock twitch and focuses on them specifically. This feels so good, the pressure is still a bit strange but delightful as it rattles pleasure around your loins. It's not quite enough to make you come, but you remember what Duri said about touching yourself… You slide your hand down to your $dick and grab it. That alone makes you jerk and groan. Duri's speed picks up. As you begin to stroke yourself, you gaze up at her and note the predatory look on her face as she watches you intently. She bites her lip as you run your thumb over the tip of your $cock. Your shaft is still <<if $ejac is "yes">>wet<<else>>sensitive<</if>> from coming, and it amplifies the feeling from Duri thrusting into you. "That's it," she mumbles. "Touch yourself while I fuck you. You like me playing with you? Does it make you feel good?" <<if $DVfeeling is "nervous">>You look at her sheepishly, unsure if you should respond or not, or even what you would say. Your face feels hot as you nod. Duri chuckles. "Little lamb, are you speechless? Does being fucked in this tight little hole render you silent?" She pops her hips harder as her speed increases. You gasp. "There we go, there's your lovely voice. Maybe you just need me to pound you harder to find it, hm?"<<else>>"//Yes//," you say with a groan. "Fuck yes." She growls. "That's a good lamb. You're taking it so well, you really like it, don't you? Just what you wanted…" She pops her hips harder, and her speed increases. "Duri!" you call. "That's right, call my name…I think you've earned a harder pounding in this tight little hole of yours."<</if>> Her hands slide to your ankles. She pushes your legs back further, leaning over you as her speed increases again. You hear your bodies slapping together, echoing through the room. You stroke yourself in tandem, squeezing as you feel her hit that sweet spot inside of you. The combination feels unreal. You melt into the mattress as your ass is ravaged by the demigod. A numb sensation is in your head, and the room seems to fade to the sheer pleasure you feel. You're vaguely aware of Duri saying something in a husky voice, her thrusts getting quicker and shorter. <<if $ejac is "yes">>You feel your hand grow damp as your tip leaks.<<else>>You feel a tingle in your $dick and a strange pressure behind it.<</if>> The build-up is the same but different, that feeling when you know you're about to come but it's…spread out and deeper. It's…everywhere. The feeling leaves you caught up, and your hand falls away as your fingers seek to hold on to something. Duri's hand surrounds your $cock and begins to tug quickly as her thrusts become steady. It hits like thunder. Duri holds your ankle as your legs begin to tremble. A wave of pleasure shoots through your shaft and resonates deep within your pelvis and up your body, traveling through your limbs. Your back arches off the bed, and your eyes spring open as wide as your mouth in a silent scream. <<if $ejac is "yes">>Hot cum paints your chest.<<else>>Your entire body shakes.<</if>> Your arms begin to flail and hit the mattress, looking for some sort of outlet to release the pressure of ecstasy. The tugging on your $dick stops, and Duri's hand returns to your other ankle. She continues to fuck you, and you suddenly feel like your nerves are on fire – delicious fire. It's too much, but you don't want it to end. "Good <<if $pronouns is 'woman'>>girl<<elseif $pronouns is 'man'>>boy<<else>>lamb<</if>>, you feel so good against me…I'm gonna come!" You groan as your body shakes at her words. Duri's breath stammers. She gasps and then stills for a split moment, holding your hips tightly against her own. Her eyes roll back, and then she lifts her head to the ceiling as her body trembles. She lets out a long, gravelly moan. Duri continues to grind against you, working her torso like a dancer to draw out her pleasure. Her body shakes as she groans with her eyes glazed over. She falls against you and begins to kiss and nibble along your neck as she continues to thrust lightly. You feel her teeth briefly against your shoulder before she soothes it with a lick. Her breath is hot against your skin. As she rolls through the remnants of her orgasm, you can hear the squelch from her pussy as the toy pushes in and out of her. "Sorry," she mumbles into the crook of your neck. "It felt really good and I couldn't think to stop." "It's okay, it felt good," you say to reassure her. <<if $Dstat is 'romantic'>>There's a series of gentle kisses along your shoulder and up to your cheek…and then your lips – one that is soft and sweet and very unlike the Duri you expected after sex. When she pulls away, she looks almost confused.<<else>>She nibbles at your shoulder again and then nuzzles into the crook of your neck briefly before sitting up.<</if>> "That was great – at least for me. It looked intense for you. Did you enjoy it?" You almost laugh. "Yeah, you could say that. I felt sort of…out of body. It was wild." She smirks. "I would gladly take all the credit, if you'd let me." She looks you over. "Let's…get you cleaned up." [["And change the bedding," you lament.|6.DVcommonending]]

Her smile is slow and a touch wicked, and you suddenly realize just how warm her body is against yours. She slides a hand over your heart, and you know that she's feeling how quickly it's thumping. "Now," she says with her hand still on your chest. "Since you're so eager to learn from me, I'll be a model teacher." //Definitely a fetish…//, you think to yourself. "No offense," she adds as she runs her hands down your chest. "But I'm going to treat you first." "How is that offensive?" you ask, chuckling. "I suspect you're going to come immediately if I just let you between my legs." You stop chuckling. She shrugs. "It just happens when you feel something new. But…I also want to show off for you. I'll suck you off and get myself worked up for the next part.<<if $ejac is "yes">> I'm assuming you'll be able to come more than once at least, especially during your first time.<</if>> Normally, I'd insist that you get your receiving partner warmed up first – hands or mouth, even toys – but I want to feel you inside me long enough to enjoy it." "You like things slower then?" Duri replies as she palms your $chest. "A quick fuck has its place, and you'll figure out what your body responds to best, but a slow start up is the best way to ensure that everyone has fun and that no one gets hurt. But I know what I can handle. I'll get myself wet just by sucking you." She tweaks your nipples, and you hiss as your back arches instinctively. "Did you like that?" she asks, very unnecessarily. <<if $DVfeeling is "nervous">>You nod, feeling your face heating.<<else>>You nod, biting your lip.<</if>> She does it again. "Warming up is a good way to test what you like and what your partners like. It gets you worked up, relaxed… If someone is opening their body to you, it's important that you respect this part. This is the perfect time to use oils if you need to. You won't with me as long as I get worked up. The process doesn't have to feel medical, it can feel sexy." You nod along as she toys with your nipples. <<if $chest is "breasts">>She moves to kneading your breasts, holding them firmly and moving them around.<<elseif $chest is "pecs">>She palms your pecs, enjoying the muscles there.<<else>>She sweeps her hands along your scars and then palms your chest, enjoying the muscles there.<</if>> She licks her lips. "A person's body should be savored…celebrated." Duri leans over, eyes locked with yours as her tongue lolls and she begins to lick around one of your nipples. You squirm. She teases, circling with her tongue, dragging her lips across it, but never committing. She finally latches onto one with her mouth, sucking it while her fingers tweak the other. Pleasure, like static, scatters through your loins and up your back. Your fingers weave through her hair as she showers your entire chest with licks and bites – the flick of her tongue against your nipples makes you shake. Your $dick throbs as blood rushes to it. She glances down at it. <<if $DVfeeling is "nervous">>You flush.<<else>> You smirk.<</if>> Slowly, Duri runs a hand down our torso, slipping one finger down the length of your member before nudging the tip firmly. "Let me show you the next step of your warm-up," she coos. "I…I feel pretty warm already," you say. "I told you that I want to show off…" Then, her eyes glow subtly, and her tongue flops out, much longer than it was a moment ago. She chuckles when your eyes go wide. [[Duri leans you back and lowers her face to your groin.|6.DV.DFbottomMCp3]]

Her hands palm your hips as she makes the descent achingly slow. Honey-colored eyes watch you carefully. Her long tongue stops short of your $dick. [[Nod for her to continue.|6.DV.DFbottomMCp3.go]] [[Shake your head, you want to stop.|6.DV.oral.stop]]

You watch as the tip of her tongue meets your tip and slowly slides down your $dick. Your hands clench the bedding, and you hiss in delight at the contact. Duri does it again, licking as if she's tasting the icing from a cake. She watches you intently, the stare <<if $DVfeeling is "nervous">>almost unnerves you<<else>>makes you more excited<</if>>. With each swipe of her tongue, she goes even lower, tempting your backside<<if $sac is "yes">>, playing with your $balls<<else>><</if>>. You feel her tease the tender fleshy ridge just before your ass and yelp before she slides back up your shaft. She hums with satisfaction at your reaction as she continues to work, her arms coming around your hips as she gets comfortable. Her tongue begins to dance around your $cock. Like your nipples, she teases, going around and around without taking it into her mouth. It makes you writhe in place, unseemly noises escaping you. Duri continues to run her tongue along your shaft, and you can see she's grinning at your attention. But you need to be deeper, and you can tell she's playing a game with you. Her mouth never stops. Her long tongue cradles your sac and then slides to your tip over and over. You resist thrusting – somehow – and watch as she brings the head of your $cock to her lips, holding it between as she looks up at you. And then she finally sinks her mouth around it, pursing her lips tightly. Bracing, you nearly feel yourself come, but manage to resist. You writhe with frustration and pleasure, looking down at Duri as she keeps her eyes locked on yours while she sucks your $dick. You can tell her eyes are smiling. She takes you to the back of her throat so easily. You feel a low growl from her throat vibrate your pelvis. It stokes a deep-rooted instinct in you that you are prey, you should flee – but it also feels //so good//. The tip of your length nudges the back of her throat – and that's all it takes. You come – it's fast and easy – like it was primed since you woke up this morning. She moans as you quake under her lips<<if $ejac is "yes">>, swallowing all you pump into her throat<</if>>. You're spent quickly, but she doesn't stop. She sucks you more vigorously, pursing her lips hard, making her mouth extra tight as she bobs her head quickly. You call out and place your hands on her head. You love it – you hate it. The corners of your eyes water as she works you, sucking deeply. It hits you that she's keeping you up, making sure you're ready for the next step. As if you really needed the help, just looking at her is enough to get you $hard again. You see her hand working at her cunt, getting herself nice and wet for you. A chill runs down your legs. She releases your $dick with a pop sound. You feel she was successful in her endeavor to keep your $dick up. It's as ready to go as it was earlier. As you catch your breath, Duri lingers between your knees, rubbing your legs soothingly. You stare at your ceiling as you come back down for a moment. "Maybe I should have started a little slower?" Duri asks, leaning over you a bit. You shake your head and grin. "I should be careful, though, I don't know what I'd do if my tongue ends up being the better part of me." A blissful sigh escapes you. "I suppose I will need to sample everything if I'm to determine that." "Right you are…" Duri says with a smoky tone as she shifts to her back on the bed. She begins to glide her fingers up and down her slit. "As much as I'd love to have you just fuck my mouth, my pussy needs some attention too, and I am //incredibly// wet for you." You swallow hard. She hooks her hands behind her knees and pulls them back to open her loins to you. "Not my favorite position, but I want to watch you as you come." [[You sit up and crawl between her open legs.|6.DV.DFbottomMCp3.permission]]

You're suddenly hyper aware of your position and that you are in between the legs of the woman you will be melding your body with in one of the most intimate of ways. It feels oddly different from what just happened with her mouth, like a new and bigger step up. It's intoxicating to watch her rub herself, seeing the lips of her loins part to reveal her entrance to you. You realize how small it is. Your heart is racing. <<if $DVfeeling is "nervous">>Jitters rattle your mind as questions fill it. What will it feel like? Will it hurt her?<<else>>Excitement rattles your mind as questions fill it. What will it feel like? Will Duri be pleased?<</if>> Does this change you? She smiles. "Don't think too hard about it. You can go slow at first. Just enjoy the feeling, soak it in. I'll be fine, and if that changes, I'll tell you right away." You nod. "It'll feel good, and don't feel bad if you come fast. Or…it's also not uncommon to not be able to come either. It's easy to get in your own head too much and lose your steam. There's no shame in that. We can take a break or just stop if it happens." "Okay," you agree. Duri leans back and pulls her legs back to open up even more to you. She looks you in the eye. "Do you want to continue?" she asks with a serious tone. [["Yes," you say.|6.DV.DFbottomMCp3.sex]] [["No," you say.|6.DV.sex stop]]

You don't need any more motivation. You bring your cock to her slit as you lean over her. She's dripping wet, and the heat that comes off of her is astounding. You slide your $dick up and down, parting her wet lips and enjoying the feel of the small entrance that begs you to pierce it. With your eyes rolling back, you press it in just a bit, reveling in the sound her body makes as you penetrate her. It //grips// you, pulls you in, and sucks you deeper inside until she takes you all the way to your base. Your breath stammers as you freeze inside of her. There's a rush of urges running through you, and you're suddenly very thankful that she got you off once already. She's so warm, her walls hug and squeeze you. You grab the back of her knees, and she moves her hands to her breasts, grinning at you as she plays with her nipples. The sight sends a pulse down your $cock. Briefly, you wonder just how you will do this without coming right away. You will the urge down, pulling your hips back to make yourself slide out of her slowly. Even pulling out feels like glory. Watching, you withdraw completely, seeing how your $dick shines with her slick, how it sticks to you in long threads. She's so wet…wet just for you. You're making her this way, turning her on, getting her off. <<if $ejac is "yes">>A bead of precum drips from your tip, and you remind yourself to pull out of her when you come.<<else>>You cannot imagine what it will feel like to come while surrounded by her walls.<</if>> You press back in, slow and smooth, with a growl in the back of your throat. You repeat the motions, pulling out slowly and gaining speed as you push back in. Marveling at how her body can stretch to accommodate you. "This doesn't hurt you?" you ask, breathless. "Nope," she says. "I'm relaxed and feeling good, so it won't hurt. That's the key, always remember that if you're the one doing the fucking." You groan and close your eyes for a moment as you collect yourself. "You're so hot inside…<<if $DVfeeling is "nervous">> Am…I'm making you feel good too, right?" you ask, nervous if she's enjoying this as much as you. You don't want to do a bad job. "Aw, that's a good lamb, checking on me like that. I do feel good, I feel great. The expressions you're making alone are making me want to come." Her words send a surge of excitement that goes straight to your $cock.<<else>> You're feeling it, right? Does my $dick suit your tastes?" you ask, trying to make sure that you're doing as well as you feel you are. "It does, Lambchop. When I first felt you slip inside me, I knew you were a perfect fit. Seeing the faces you make alone will make me come."<</if>> Duri rocks her hips. You still for a moment as she moves, gasping as you try to control your urge to finish. You glare at her without any vitriol behind it. She bites her lip. "Now's a good time to show you a trick." You still, trying to hold on, but her pussy keeps clenching on you. "Duri…" "Right leg up," she commands. You follow, lifting your leg, placing the foot on the bed. The angle changes, and it suddenly feels even tighter inside of her. "When you thrust, act like you're pointing to the ceiling with your $penis. My last lesson is to learn your partner's sweet spots; they're similar for everyone, but angles matter. When I'm on my back, this is how you get mine." You nod and then push in at the angle she wants, biting your lip as you feel the slight difference and feel how she tightens around you. [[You match her gaze.|6.DV.DFbottomMCp3.sex2]]

She watches intently as you keep going, marveling at how this changes the feeling for you. It's the same at its core, but it squeezes you differently, rubs you against new places within her. As you thrust upward, your tip smacks a hard, smooth spot inside of her – and she calls out. At first, it startles you, but there's ecstasy on her face, so you increase the speed. "Wait," she says. "Don't speed up, keep it steady when it feels good for me…" You adjust as she requests, and the look of bliss comes over her face again. You watch as her breasts bounce with each thrust, good plump handfuls that you haven't gotten to shower with attention yet. You reach down with one hand to grope them one at a time. Duri moans in response, so you return to pinch each of her nipples. Her back arches off the bed, and she swears. Duri sucks in a breath, and you look as her head tips back. Your body is doing that to her, you realize. Spurring her to grind her hips into you, coaxing her to climax. It hits you, and you press harder into her, making sure to keep pounding your $cock on her sweet spot, opening her legs wider so you can be closer. She moans. "That's a good lamb," she says, her voice breathier than normal. Her hand reaches down, and her eyes meet yours again. "Watch," she whispers. Duri begins to circle her clit with two fingers. You're entranced by the sounds of her flesh moving together and how wet it looks. It feels like you're intruding in the best way, even though you're already buried inside of her. She hisses through her teeth and then growls in delight. "Remember…when you're fucking, don't ignore the outer bits too. Makes a good show, feels great too." She moans, and her brows scrunch up. "The combination is fucking amazing." "Should I, um?" you ask as you keep thrusting, unsure if you can focus on another thing or not. "No…" She arches her back again. "Don't stop, please, I'm so close." You shiver at her words. She's going to come…she's going to come on your $dick. You keep the rhythm, listening to the sounds of your flesh slapping together, watching her stroke her clit rapidly as her eyes clench shut. Her mouth opens, and her other hand slaps to the mattress and grips the bedding as she calls out. "Good <<if $pronouns is 'woman'>>girl<<elseif $pronouns is 'man'>>boy<<else>>lamb<</if>>! You feel so good inside me…I'm gonna come!" You feel her pussy twitching around your $dick, and then it clenches. She shakes as she comes, grinding against you helplessly as pleasure takes over. Her eyes roll back, and then she lifts her head to the ceiling as her body trembles. She lets out a long, gravelly moan. The buildup hits you, and you chase it. Everything else seems to melt away as you go harder, chasing your own climax. She reaches out to you, and you lower yourself onto her as she wraps her arms around your neck. The change makes you penetrate her even deeper. <<if $ejac is "yes">><<if $Dstat is 'romantic'>>Duri moans in your ear. "Don't pull out, don't pull out – I changed my mind, I need to feel it inside of me. I want it, please," she begs. It sends a surge of delight down your spine to the tip of your $cock. You press in harder, getting as deep as possible to grant her wish, making your thrusts quick and sharp. It hits like thunder. A wave of pleasure shoots through your shaft and leaves your head buzzing. You press in instinctively as you load bursts within her. You shake and groan as you pump all you have. You feel you cum trickle out and drip down<<if $sac is "yes">> your $balls<</if>>. Duri moans loudly and wraps her legs around you to keep you in. There's a squelch as you thrust again, and your cum begins to spill over. Her pussy clenches hard around you, milking you even more. She holds you against her for a long moment before you finally roll off to the side.<<else>>"Give it to me!" Duri commands with a growl in her throat. "Harder! Come for me!" Your head goes numb, and you chase it, leaning over her and rutting like she's in heat, and only you can sate her. She moans again. "My mouth, come in my throat!" You pull free and move forward to slot your $cock into her hot mouth again. You hold her head as you slip into her throat and burst, calling out as you struggle to restrain yourself from thrusting. She holds your hips down as she sucks and drinks all you'll give her. Her lips milk you as she swallows spurt after spurt of your cum. But once you are spent – she keeps going. You tremble in place, calling out in ecstasy that makes you forget your name. Once she shows mercy and releases, you fall over beside her. Both of you catch your breath – exhausted and sated.<</if>><<else>>Duri moans in your ear and holds you tighter. "That's it, come for me. Use my pussy to get off, my Lambchop." Her words send a surge of delight down your spine to the tip of your $cock. You press in harder, getting as deep as possible to grant her wish, making your thrusts quick and sharp. It hits like thunder. A wave of pleasure shoots through your shaft and leaves your head buzzing. You press in instinctively as you come with a long groan. Duri moans loudly and wraps her legs around you to keep you in. There's a squelch as you thrust again and her wet pussy clenches hard around you, making you shiver. You collapse on top of her, and she continues to hold you. <<if $Dstat is 'romantic'>>There's a series of gentle kisses along your shoulder and up to your cheek…and then your lips – one that is soft and sweet and very unlike the Duri you expected after sex. When she pulls away, she looks almost confused before you roll off of her.<<else>>She nibbles at your shoulder again and then nuzzles into the crook of your neck briefly before you roll off of her.<</if>><</if>> You just lie next to each other for a while and breathe. Duri leans up on her side, facing you. "That was great – at least for me. It looked intense for you. Did you enjoy it?" You almost laugh. "Yeah, you could say that. I felt sort of…out of body. It was wild." She smirks. "I would gladly take all the credit, if you'd let me." She looks you over. "Let's…get cleaned up." [["And check the bedding," you lament.|6.DVcommonending]]

Her smile is slow and a touch wicked, and you suddenly realize just how warm her body is against yours. She slides a hand over your heart, and you know that she's feeling how quickly it's thumping. "Now," she says with her hand still on your chest. "Since you're so eager to learn from me, I'll be a model teacher." //Definitely a fetish…//, you think to yourself. "No offense," she adds as she runs her hands down your chest. "But I'm going to treat you first." "How is that offensive?" you ask, chuckling. "I've //really// wanted to show off for you, and I'll have no problem getting myself ready to fuck." You stop chuckling. She shrugs. "Normally, I'd insist that you get your receiving partner warmed up first – hands or mouth, even toys – but I want to show you what I can do, and stretch this out a bit." "You like things slower then?" Duri replies as she palms your $chest. "A quick fuck has its place, and you'll figure out what your body responds to best, but a slow start up is the best way to ensure that everyone has fun and that no one gets hurt. But I know what I can handle. I'll get myself wet just by devouring you." She tweaks your nipples, and you hiss as your back arches instinctively. "Did you like that?" she asks, very unnecessarily. <<if $DVfeeling is "nervous">>You nod, feeling your face heating.<<else>>You nod, biting your lip.<</if>> She does it again. "Warming up is a good way to test what you like and what your partners like. It gets you worked up, relaxed… If someone is opening their body to you, it's important that you respect this part. This is the perfect time to use oils if you need to. You won't with me as long as I get worked up. The process doesn't have to feel medical, it can feel sexy." You nod along as she toys with your nipples. <<if $chest is "breasts">>She moves to kneading your breasts, holding them firmly and moving them around.<<elseif $chest is "pecs">>She palms your pecs, enjoying the muscles there.<<else>>She sweeps her hands along your scars and then palms your chest, enjoying the muscles there.<</if>> She licks her lips. "A person's body should be savored…celebrated." Duri leans over, eyes locked with yours as her tongue lolls and she begins to lick around one of your nipples. You squirm. She teases, circling with her tongue, dragging her lips across it, but never committing. She finally latches onto one with her mouth, sucking it while her fingers tweak the other. Pleasure, like static, scatters through your loins and up your back. Your fingers weave through her hair as she showers your entire chest with licks and bites – the flick of her tongue against your nipples makes you shake. Your $pussy throbs as blood rushes to it. She glances down at it. <<if $DVfeeling is "nervous">>You flush.<<else>> You smirk.<</if>> Slowly, Duri runs a hand down our torso, slipping her thumb to your $clit and nudging it firmly. "Let me show you the next step of your warm-up," she coos. "I…I feel pretty warm already," you say. "I told you that I want to show off…" Then, her eyes glow subtly, and her tongue flops out, much longer than it was a moment ago. She chuckles when your eyes go wide. [[Duri leans you back and lowers her face to your groin.|6.DV.DFbottomMCc3]]

Her hands palm your hips as she makes the descent achingly slow. Honey-colored eyes watch you carefully. Her long tongue stops short of your $cunt. [[Nod for her to continue.|6.DV.DFbottomMCc3.go]] [[Shake your head, you want to stop.|6.DV.oral.stop]]

You watch as the tip of her tongue meets your seam and slowly slides up to your $clit2. Your hands clench the bedding, and you hiss in delight at the contact. Duri does it again, licking as if she's tasting the icing from a cake. She watches you intently, the stare <<if $DVfeeling is "nervous">>almost unnerves you<<else>>makes you more excited<</if>>. With each swipe of her tongue, she presses harder. You feel the edges of your $cunt being parted little by little until her tongue fully breaches through. You yelp as it caresses your hole before sliding up to your $clit. She hums with satisfaction at your reaction as she continues to work, her arms coming around your hips as she gets comfortable. Her tongue begins to dance around your $clit3. Like your nipples, she teases, going around and around without touching it. It makes you writhe in place, unseemly noises escaping you. It almost feels like fire – intense and radiating through your whole body – but it's also not enough. You want more, and you briefly think that you wouldn't mind being skewered on Duri's tongue forever. You can //hear// her tongue sliding along your divide. <<if $lube is "yes">>You were already wet, but now it sounds as though you are drenched.<<else>>You begin to wonder how necessary oil will be if she keeps this up.<</if>> Little by little, Duri pays more attention to your entrance. You feel the tip of her tongue dance around it experimentally, testing your reactions again. When you feel it circling, your back arches automatically. Duri growls like a wolf protecting her meal, the vibration rattling your pelvis. Suddenly, she sits up but takes your hips with her. Your legs sprawl out over each of her shoulders as she easily picks you half off the bed. You feel delightfully helpless as she looks down at you, mouth still working your $cunt. She teases your hole again, long and slow, circling it as she slips it in bit by bit. Your eyes are locked on hers, caught in pleasure and shock at the new feeling. You feel it wiggling inside of you as she slides it in. You gasp and reach out to hold the tops of her legs. She chuckles at your reaction, which only makes you gasp again. Frustration builds just as much as the pleasure. You find yourself wanting to come badly. And then, you feel her tongue retreat slowly until only the tip is inside you. You match her gaze…and then she thrusts it back in //hard//. You call out, feeling your insides delightfully ravaged. Duri's movements are no longer slow and easy – her tongue is fucking you. It fills every void inside your $pussy, hits every sweet spot within. You're so overwhelmed with delight that you don't know what you're doing or saying. When one of her hands moves to your $clit – it's over. A small flick is all it takes for your nerves to erupt in ecstasy. You arch your back so hard that you nearly do a headstand on your bed. Your arms flail and reach out to hold anything you can find. Duri groans with relish at your reaction as she devours you through the climax before you collapse on the bed. You watch as her long tongue is slowly pulled from your body with a squelch. Your muscles jerk at the sensation. As you catch your breath, Duri relaxes on her knees between your legs, rubbing your thighs in a soothing gesture. She's smiling. You stare at your ceiling as you come back down. "Maybe I should have started a little slower?" Duri asks, leaning over you a bit. You shake your head and grin. "I always wanted to try that. I should be careful, though, I don't know what I'd do if my tongue ends up being the better part of me." A blissful sigh escapes you. "I suppose I will need to sample everything if I'm to determine that." "Right you are…" Duri says with a smoky tone. <<if $lube is "yes">>You feel her hand at your sex suddenly, parting your folds. "You're definitely turned on…wish you could see just how wet you are."<<else>>"It's time for you to strap in, Lambchop."<</if>> <<if $DVfeeling is "nervous">>You blanch.<<else>>You smirk.<</if>> <<if $Dtoyinsert is "You will use it.">>The demigod grabs your portion of the toy and helps to place it as you slip the harness on. She oils it for you to ensure your comfort, looking into your eyes as she presses it inside of you. Then, she oils the long phallus at the front lightly, making a show of stroking it.<<else>>The demigod helps you into the harness, lightly oiling the long phallus in the front, looking into your eyes as she strokes it.<</if>> You swallow hard. She lies on her back and then hooks her hands behind her knees to pull them back, opening her loins to you. "Not my favorite position, but I want to watch you as you come," she says as she beckons you toward her. [[You sit up and crawl between her open legs.|6.DV.DFbottomMCc3.permission]]

You're suddenly hyper aware of your position and that you are in between the legs of the woman you will be melding your body with in one of the most intimate of ways. It feels oddly different from what just happened with her mouth, like a new and bigger step up. It's intoxicating to watch her rub herself, seeing the lips of her loins part to reveal her entrance to you. You realize how small it is. Your heart is racing. <<if $DVfeeling is "nervous">>Jitters rattle your mind as questions fill it. What will it be like? Will it hurt her?<<else>>Excitement rattles your mind as questions fill it. What will it be like? Will Duri be pleased?<</if>> Does this change you? She smiles. "Don't think too hard about it. You can go slow at first. Just enjoy it, soak it in. I'll be fine, and if that changes, I'll tell you right away." You nod. "It'll feel good, and don't feel bad if you get worked up and come fast. Or…it's also not uncommon to not be able to come either. It's easy to get in your own head too much and lose your steam. There's no shame in that. We can take a break or just stop if it happens." "Okay," you agree. Duri leans back and pulls her legs back to open up even more to you. She looks you in the eye. "Do you want to continue?" she asks with a serious tone. [["Yes," you say.|6.DV.DFbottomMCc3.sex]] [["No," you say.|6.DV.sex stop]]

You don't need any more motivation. You bring the toy to her slit as you lean over her. She's dripping wet, and the heat that comes off of her is astounding. You slide the phallus up and down, parting her wet lips and enjoying the view of the small entrance that begs you to pierce it. While biting your lip, you press it in just a bit, reveling in the sound her body makes as you penetrate her. The sight almost makes you come undone, watching the glass shaft sink deeper and deeper inside until she takes it all the way to the base. Your breath stammers as you freeze inside of her. There's a rush of urges running through you, and you're suddenly very thankful that she got you off once already. It feels like her pussy is pulling on the toy. Just feeling her body under yours is making your head buzz. You grab the back of her knees, and she moves her hands to her breasts, grinning at you as she plays with her nipples. The sight sends a pulse through your $cunt. Briefly, you wonder just how you will do this without coming right away. You will the urge down, pulling your hips back to make your extension slide out of her slowly. Watching, you withdraw completely, seeing how the phallus shines with her slick, how it sticks in long threads. She's so wet…wet just for you. You're making her this way, turning her on, getting her off. She's giving control of her body to you, trusting you with her safety as well as pleasure. You press back in, slow and smooth, with a growl in the back of your throat as you watch her cunt give way. You repeat the motions, pulling out slowly and gaining speed as you push back in. Marveling at how her body can stretch to accommodate the intrusion. "This doesn't hurt you?" you ask, breathless. "Nope," she says. "I'm relaxed and feeling good, so it won't hurt. That's the key, always remember that if you're the one doing the fucking." You groan and close your eyes for a moment as you collect yourself. "You're so beautiful…<<if $DVfeeling is "nervous">> Am…I'm making you feel good too, right?" you ask, nervous if she's enjoying this as much as you. You don't want to do a bad job. "Aw, that's a good lamb, checking on me like that. I do feel good, I feel great. The expressions you're making alone are making me want to come." Her words send a surge of excitement that goes straight to your groin.<<else>> You're feeling it, right? Does my glass shaft suit your tastes?" you ask, trying to make sure that you're doing as well as you feel you are. "It does, Lambchop. When I first felt you slip inside me, I knew you were a perfect fit. Seeing the faces you make alone will make me come."<</if>> Duri rocks her hips. You still for a moment as she moves, gasping as you watch how needy she acts, giving you the surge to come. You glare at her without any vitriol behind it. She bites her lip. "Now's a good time to show you a trick." You still, trying to hold on, but you want to thrust so badly. "Duri…" "Right leg up," she commands. You follow, lifting your leg, placing the foot on the bed. The angle changes. "When you thrust, act like you're pointing to the ceiling with it. My last lesson is to learn your partner's sweet spots; they're similar for everyone, but angles matter. When I'm on my back, this is how you get mine." You nod and then push in at the angle she wants, biting your lip as you feel the slight difference in resistance. [[You match her gaze.|6.DV.DFbottomMCc3.sex2]]

She watches intently as you keep going, marveling at how this changes the feeling for her. Her reactions change, she becomes more docile as it rubs you against new places within her that feel good. As you thrust upward, you hit something good inside, making her call out. She is putty underneath you. At first, it startles you, but there's ecstasy on her face, so you increase the speed. "Wait," she says. "Don't speed up, keep it steady when it feels good for me…" You adjust as she requests, and the look of bliss comes over her face again. You watch as her breasts bounce with each thrust, good plump handfuls that you haven't gotten to shower with attention yet. You reach down with one hand to grope them one at a time. Duri moans in response, so you return to pinch each of her nipples. Her back arches off the bed, and she swears. Duri sucks in a breath, and you look as her head tips back. You are doing that to her, you realize. Spurring her to grind her hips into you, coaxing her to climax. It hits you, and you press harder into her, making sure to keep pounding your shaft on her sweet spot, opening her legs wider so you can be closer. She moans. "That's a good lamb," she says, her voice breathier than normal. Her hand reaches down, and her eyes meet yours again. "Watch," she whispers. Duri begins to circle her clit with two fingers. You're entranced by the sounds of her flesh moving together and how wet it looks. It feels like you're intruding in the best way, even though you're already buried inside of her. She hisses through her teeth and then growls in delight. "Remember…when you're fucking, don't ignore the outer bits too. Makes a good show, feels great too." She moans, and her brows scrunch up. "The combination is fucking amazing." "Should I, um?" you ask as you keep thrusting, unsure if you can focus on another thing or not. "No…" She arches her back again. "Don't stop, please, I'm so close. I want you to watch me…watch me come!" You shiver at her words. She's going to climax, going to come because you're fucking her. You keep the rhythm, listening to the sounds of her flesh, watching her stroke her clit rapidly as her eyes clench shut. Her mouth opens, and her other hand slaps to the mattress and grips the bedding as she calls out. "Good <<if $pronouns is 'woman'>>girl<<elseif $pronouns is 'man'>>boy<<else>>lamb<</if>>! You feel so good inside me…I'm gonna come!" The phallus is more difficult to pull out as her pussy clenches on it. She shakes as she comes, grinding against you helplessly as pleasure takes over. Her eyes roll back, and then she lifts her head to the ceiling as her body trembles. She lets out a long, gravelly moan. The buildup hits you, and you chase it. Everything else seems to melt away as you go harder, chasing your own climax. She reaches out to you, and you lower yourself onto her as she wraps her arms around your neck. The change makes you penetrate her even deeper. Duri moans in your ear and holds you tighter. "That's it, come for me. Keep fucking me, you make me feel so good. You make me so wet." Her words send a surge of delight down your spine through your entire pelvis. You press in harder, making her moan in your ear, keeping your thrusts quick and sharp. <<if $Dtoyinsert is "You will use it.">>The toy inside you presses on your walls, nudging a sweet spot within to rattle you with more bliss.<</if>> It hits like thunder. A wave of pleasure shoots through you and leaves your head buzzing. You press in instinctively as you come with a long groan. Duri moans loudly and wraps her legs around you to keep you in as she begs for more. There's a squelch as you thrust again and her wet pussy clenches hard, trying to keep you inside of her. You collapse on top, and she continues to hold you. <<if $Dstat is 'romantic'>>There's a series of gentle kisses along your shoulder and up to your cheek…and then your lips – one that is soft and sweet and very unlike the Duri you expected after sex. When she pulls away, she looks almost confused before you roll off of her.<<else>>She nibbles at your shoulder again and then nuzzles into the crook of your neck briefly before you roll off of her.<</if>> You just lie next to each other for a while and breathe. Duri leans up on her side, facing you. "That was great – at least for me. It looked intense for you. Did you enjoy it?" You almost laugh. "Yeah, you could say that. I felt sort of…out of body. It was wild." She smirks. "I would gladly take all the credit, if you'd let me." She looks you over. "Let's…get cleaned up." [["And check the bedding," you lament.|6.DVcommonending]]

His smile is slow and a touch wicked, and you suddenly realize just how warm his body is against yours. He slides a hand over your heart, and you know that he's feeling how quickly it's thumping. "Now," he says with his hand still on your chest. "Since you're so eager to learn from me, I'll be a model teacher." //Definitely a fetish…//, you think to yourself. "No offense," he adds as he runs his hands down your chest. "But I'm going to treat you first." "How is that offensive?" you ask, chuckling. "I've //really// wanted to show off for you, and I'll have no problem getting myself ready to fuck." You stop chuckling. He shrugs. "Normally, I'd insist that you get your receiving partner warmed up first – hands or mouth, even toys – but I want to show you what I can do, and stretch this out a bit – literally, in my case." "You like things slower then?" Duri replies as he palms your $chest. "A quick fuck has its place, and you'll figure out what your body responds to best, but a slow start up is the best way to ensure that everyone has fun and that no one gets hurt. But I know what I can handle. I'll get myself relaxed while I am devouring you." He tweaks your nipples, and you hiss as your back arches instinctively. "Did you like that?" he asks, very unnecessarily. <<if $DVfeeling is "nervous">>You nod, feeling your face heating.<<else>>You nod, biting your lip.<</if>> He does it again. "Warming up is a good way to test what you like and what your partners like. It gets you worked up, relaxed… If someone is opening their body to you, it's important that you respect this part. This is the perfect time to use oils if you need to. I'll be doing that part, and we'll oil the toy as well. The process doesn't have to feel medical, it can feel sexy." You nod along as he toys with your nipples. <<if $chest is "breasts">>He moves to kneading your breasts, holding them firmly and moving them around.<<elseif $chest is "pecs">>He palms your pecs, enjoying the muscles there.<<else>>He sweeps his hands along your scars and then palms your chest, enjoying the muscles there.<</if>> He licks his lips. "A person's body should be savored…celebrated." Duri leans over, eyes locked with yours as his tongue lolls and he begins to lick around one of your nipples. You squirm. He teases, circling with his tongue, dragging his lips across it, but never committing. He finally latches onto one with his mouth, sucking it while his fingers tweak the other. Pleasure, like static, scatters through your loins and up your back. Your fingers weave through his hair as he showers your entire chest with licks and bites – the flick of his tongue against your nipples makes you shake. Your $pussy throbs as blood rushes to it. He glances down at it. <<if $DVfeeling is "nervous">>You flush.<<else>> You smirk.<</if>> Slowly, Duri runs a hand down our torso, slipping his thumb to your $clit and nudging it firmly. "Let me show you the next step of your warm-up," he coos. "I…I feel pretty warm already," you say. "I told you that I want to show off…" Then, his eyes glow subtly, and his tongue flops out, much longer than it was a moment ago. He chuckles when your eyes go wide. [[Duri leans you back and lowers his face to your groin.|6.DV.DbottomMCc3]]

His hands palm your hips as he makes the descent achingly slow. Honey-colored eyes watch you carefully. His long tongue stops short of your $cunt. [[Nod for him to continue.|6.DV.DbottomMCc3.go]] [[Shake your head, you want to stop.|6.DV.oral.stop]]

You watch as the tip of his tongue meets your seam and slowly slides up to your $clit2. Your hands clench the bedding, and you hiss in delight at the contact. Duri does it again, licking as if he's tasting the icing from a cake. He watches you intently, the stare <<if $DVfeeling is "nervous">>almost unnerves you<<else>>makes you more excited<</if>>. With each swipe of his tongue, he presses harder. You feel the edges of your $cunt being parted little by little until his tongue fully breaches through. You yelp as it caresses your hole before sliding up to your $clit. He hums with satisfaction at your reaction as he continues to work, his arms coming around your hips as he gets comfortable. His tongue begins to dance around your $clit3. Like your nipples, he teases, going around and around without touching it. It makes you writhe in place, unseemly noises escaping you. It almost feels like fire – intense and radiating through your whole body – but it's also not enough. You want more, and you briefly think that you wouldn't mind being skewered on Duri's tongue forever. You can //hear// his tongue sliding along your divide. <<if $lube is "yes">>You were already wet, but now it sounds as though you are drenched.<</if>> Little by little, Duri pays more attention to your entrance. You feel the tip of his tongue dance around it experimentally, testing your reactions again. When you feel it circling, your back arches automatically. Duri growls like a wolf protecting his meal, the vibration rattling your pelvis. Suddenly, he sits up but takes your hips with him. Your legs sprawl out over each of his shoulders as he easily picks you half off the bed. You feel delightfully helpless as he looks down at you, mouth still working your $cunt. He teases your hole again, long and slow, circling it as he slips it in bit by bit. Your eyes are locked on his, caught in pleasure and shock at the new feeling. You feel it wiggling inside of you as he slides it in. You gasp and reach out to hold the tops of his legs. He chuckles at your reaction, which only makes you gasp again. Frustration builds just as much as the pleasure. You find yourself wanting to come badly. And then, you feel his tongue retreat slowly until only the tip is inside you. You match his gaze…and then he thrusts it back in //hard//. You call out, feeling your insides delightfully ravaged. Duri's movements are no longer slow and easy – his tongue is fucking you. It fills every void inside your $pussy, hits every sweet spot within. You're so overwhelmed with delight that you don't know what you're doing or saying. When one of his hands moves to your $clit – it's over. A small flick is all it takes for your nerves to erupt in ecstasy. You arch your back so hard that you nearly do a headstand on your bed. Your arms flail and reach out to hold anything you can find. Duri groans with relish at your reaction as he devours you through the climax before you collapse on the bed. You watch as his long tongue is slowly pulled from your body with a squelch. Your muscles jerk at the sensation. As you catch your breath, Duri relaxes on his knees between your legs, rubbing your thighs in a soothing gesture. He's smiling. You stare at your ceiling as you come back down. "Maybe I should have started a little slower?" Duri asks, leaning over you a bit. You shake your head and grin. "I always wanted to try that. I should be careful, though, I don't know what I'd do if my tongue ends up being the better part of me." A blissful sigh escapes you. "I suppose I will need to sample everything if I'm to determine that." "Right you are…" Duri says with a smoky tone. <<if $lube is "yes">>You feel his hand at your sex suddenly, parting your folds. "You're definitely turned on…wish you could see just how wet you are."<<else>>"It's time for you to strap in, Lambchop."<</if>> <<if $DVfeeling is "nervous">>You blanch.<<else>>You smirk.<</if>> <<if $Dtoyinsert is "You will use it.">>The demigod grabs your portion of the toy and helps to place it as you slip the harness on. He oils it for you to ensure your comfort, looking into your eyes as he presses it inside of you. Then, he oils the long phallus at the front lightly, making a show of stroking it.<<else>>The demigod helps you into the harness, lightly oiling the long phallus in the front, looking into your eyes as he strokes it.<</if>> You swallow hard. He lies on his back and then hooks his hands behind his knees to pull them back, opening his backside to you. "Not my favorite position, but I want to watch you as you come," he says as he beckons you toward him. [[You sit up and crawl between his open legs.|6.DV.DbottomMCc3.permission]]

You're suddenly hyper aware of your position and that you are in between the legs of the man you will be melding your body with in one of the most intimate of ways. It feels oddly different from what just happened with his mouth, like a new and bigger step up. It's intoxicating to watch him prep himself, using two oiled fingers to work his ass open for you. You can't help but stare. Your heart is racing. <<if $DVfeeling is "nervous">>Jitters rattle your mind as questions fill it. What will it be like? Will it hurt him?<<else>>Excitement rattles your mind as questions fill it. What will it be like? Will Duri be pleased?<</if>> Does this change you? He smiles. "Don't think too hard about it. You can go slow at first. Just enjoy it, soak it in. I'll be fine, and if that changes, I'll tell you right away." You nod. "It'll feel good, and don't feel bad if you get worked up and come fast. Or…it's also not uncommon to not be able to come either. It's easy to get in your own head too much and lose your steam. There's no shame in that. We can take a break or just stop if it happens." "Okay," you agree. Duri leans back and pulls his legs back to open up even more to you. He looks you in the eye. "Do you want to continue?" he asks with a serious tone. [["Yes," you say.|6.DV.DbottomMCc3.sex]] [["No," you say.|6.DV.sex stop]]

You don't need any more motivation. You bring the toy to his ass as you lean over him. He's dripping with the oil, and the heat that comes off of him is astounding. You slide the phallus up and down, nudging his balls and enjoying the view of the small entrance that begs you to pierce it. While biting your lip, you press it in just a bit, reveling in the sound his body makes as you penetrate him. The sight almost makes you come undone, watching the glass shaft sink deeper and deeper inside until he takes it all the way to the base. Your breath stammers as you freeze inside of him. There's a rush of urges running through you, and you're suddenly very thankful that he got you off once already. It feels like his hole is pulling on the toy. Just feeling his body under yours is making your head buzz. You grab the back of his knees, and he moves his hands to his cock, grinning at you as he plays with it. The sight sends a pulse through your $cunt. Briefly, you wonder just how you will do this without coming right away. You will the urge down, pulling your hips back to make your extension slide out of him slowly. Watching, you withdraw completely, seeing how the phallus shines with the oil. His hole twitches…for you. You're making him this way, turning him on, getting him off. He's giving control of his body to you, trusting you with his safety as well as pleasure. You press back in, slow and smooth, with a growl in the back of your throat as you watch his entrance give way. You repeat the motions, pulling out slowly and gaining speed as you push back in. Marveling at how his body can stretch to accommodate the intrusion. "This doesn't hurt you?" you ask, breathless. "Nope," he says. "I'm relaxed and feeling good, so it won't hurt. That's the key, always remember that if you're the one doing the fucking." You groan and close your eyes for a moment as you collect yourself. "You're so beautiful…<<if $DVfeeling is "nervous">> Am…I'm making you feel good too, right?" you ask, nervous if he's enjoying this as much as you. You don't want to do a bad job. "Aw, that's a good lamb, checking on me like that. I do feel good, I feel great. The expressions you're making alone are making me want to come." His words send a surge of excitement that goes straight to your groin.<<else>> You're feeling it, right? Does my glass shaft suit your tastes?" you ask, trying to make sure that you're doing as well as you feel you are. "It does, Lambchop. When I first felt you slip inside me, I knew you were a perfect fit. Seeing the faces you make alone will make me come."<</if>> Duri rocks his hips. You still for a moment as he moves, gasping as you watch how needy he acts, giving you the surge to come. You glare at him without any vitriol behind it. He bites his lip. "Now's a good time to show you a trick." You still, trying to hold on, but you want to thrust so badly. "Duri…" "Right leg up," he commands. You follow, lifting your leg, placing the foot on the bed. The angle changes. "When you thrust, act like you're pointing to the ceiling with it. My last lesson is to learn your partner's sweet spots; they're similar for everyone, but angles matter. When I'm on my back, this is how you get mine." You nod and then push in at the angle he wants, biting your lip as you feel the slight difference in resistance. [[You match his gaze.|6.DV.DbottomMCc3.sex2]]

He watches intently as you keep going, marveling at how this changes the feeling for him. His reactions change, and he becomes more docile as it rubs you against new places within him that feel good. As you thrust upward, you hit something good inside, making him call out. He is putty underneath you. At first, it startles you, but there's ecstasy on his face, so you increase the speed. "Wait," he says. "Don't speed up, keep it steady when it feels good for me…" You adjust as he requests, and the look of bliss comes over his face again. You watch as his cock bounces with each thrust, and realize you haven't been able to pay it much attention yet. You reach down with one hand to stroke it. Duri moans in response, so you give it a squeeze. His back arches off the bed, and he swears. Duri sucks in a breath, and you look as his head tips back. You are doing that to him, you realize. Spurring him to grind his hips into you, coaxing him to climax. It hits you, and you press harder into him, making sure to keep pounding your shaft on his sweet spot, moving your hands to open his legs wider so you can be closer. He moans. "That's a good lamb," he says, his voice breathier than normal. His hand reaches down, and his eyes meet yours again. "Watch," he whispers. Duri begins to jerk his cock in time with your thrusts. You're entranced by the sounds coming from the motion echoing with your slaps against his backside. It feels like you're intruding in the best way, even though you're already buried inside of him. He hisses through his teeth and then growls in delight. "Remember…when you're fucking, don't ignore the outer bits too. Makes a good show, feels great too." He moans, and his brows scrunch up. "The combination is fucking amazing." "Should I, um?" you ask as you keep thrusting, unsure if you can focus on another thing right now or not. "No…" He arches his back again. "Don't stop, please, I'm so close. I want you to watch me…watch me come!" You shiver at his words. He's going to climax, going to come because you're fucking him. You keep the rhythm, listening to the sounds of his flesh, watching him stroke his dick rapidly as his eyes clench shut. His mouth opens, and his other hand slaps to the mattress and grips the bedding as he calls out. "Good <<if $pronouns is 'woman'>>girl<<elseif $pronouns is 'man'>>boy<<else>>lamb<</if>>! You feel so good inside me…I'm gonna come!" The phallus is more difficult to pull out as his ass clenches on it. He shakes as he comes like a fountain, grinding against you helplessly as pleasure takes over. His eyes roll back, and then he lifts his head to the ceiling as his body trembles. He lets out a long, gravelly moan. Cum splatters all over his chest and stomach and runs down his body. It's…everywhere. The buildup hits you, and you chase it. Everything else seems to melt away as you go harder, chasing your own climax. He reaches out to you, and you lower yourself onto him as he wraps his arms around your neck, and you haven't the mind to acknowledge the mess. The change makes you penetrate him even deeper. Duri moans in your ear and holds you tighter. "That's it, come for me. Keep fucking me, you make me feel so good. You made me come so much." His words send a surge of delight down your spine through your entire pelvis. You press in harder, making him moan in your ear, keeping your thrusts quick and sharp. <<if $Dtoyinsert is "You will use it.">>The toy inside you presses on your walls, nudging a sweet spot within to rattle you with more bliss.<</if>> It hits like thunder. A wave of pleasure shoots through you and leaves your head buzzing. You press in instinctively as you come with a long groan. Duri moans loudly and wraps his legs around you to keep you in as he begs for more. There's a squelch as you thrust again and his oiled hole clenches hard, trying to keep you inside of him. You collapse on top, and he continues to hold you. <<if $Dstat is 'romantic'>>There's a series of gentle kisses along your shoulder and up to your cheek…and then your lips – one that is soft and sweet and very unlike the Duri you expected after sex. When he pulls away, he looks almost confused before you roll off of him.<<else>>He nibbles at your shoulder again and then nuzzles into the crook of your neck briefly before you roll off of him.<</if>> You just lie next to each other for a while and breathe. Duri leans up on his side, facing you. "That was great – at least for me. It looked intense for you. Did you enjoy it?" You almost laugh. "Yeah, you could say that. I felt sort of…out of body. It was wild." He smirks. "I would gladly take all the credit, if you'd let me." He looks you over. "Let's…get cleaned up." [["And change the bedding," you lament.|6.DVcommonending]]

His smile is slow and a touch wicked, and you suddenly realize just how warm his body is against yours. He slides a hand over your heart, and you know that he's feeling how quickly it's thumping. "Now," he says with his hand still on your chest. "Since you're so eager to learn from me, I'll be a model teacher." //Definitely a fetish…//, you think to yourself. "No offense," he adds as he runs his hands down your chest. "But I'm going to treat you first." "How is that offensive?" you ask, chuckling. "I suspect you're going to come immediately if I just let you between my legs." You stop chuckling. He shrugs. "It just happens when you feel something new. But…I also want to show off for you. I'll suck you off and get myself worked up for the next part.<<if $ejac is "yes">> I'm assuming you'll be able to come more than once at least, especially during your first time.<</if>> Normally, I'd insist that you get your receiving partner warmed up first – hands or mouth, even toys – but I want to feel you inside me long enough to enjoy it." "You like things slower then?" Duri replies as he palms your $chest. "A quick fuck has its place, and you'll figure out what your body responds to best, but a slow start up is the best way to ensure that everyone has fun and that no one gets hurt. But I know what I can handle. I'll get myself relaxed while I am devouring you." He tweaks your nipples, and you hiss as your back arches instinctively. "Did you like that?" he asks, very unnecessarily. <<if $DVfeeling is "nervous">>You nod, feeling your face heating.<<else>>You nod, biting your lip.<</if>> He does it again. "Warming up is a good way to test what you like and what your partners like. It gets you worked up, relaxed… If someone is opening their body to you, it's important that you respect this part. This is the perfect time to use oils if you need to. I'll be doing that part, and we'll oil the toy as well. The process doesn't have to feel medical, it can feel sexy." You nod along as he toys with your nipples. <<if $chest is "breasts">>He moves to kneading your breasts, holding them firmly and moving them around.<<elseif $chest is "pecs">>He palms your pecs, enjoying the muscles there.<<else>>He sweeps his hands along your scars and then palms your chest, enjoying the muscles there.<</if>> He licks his lips. "A person's body should be savored…celebrated." Duri leans over, eyes locked with yours as his tongue lolls and he begins to lick around one of your nipples. You squirm. He teases, circling with his tongue, dragging his lips across it, but never committing. He finally latches onto one with his mouth, sucking it while his fingers tweak the other. Pleasure, like static, scatters through your loins and up your back. Your fingers weave through his hair as he showers your entire chest with licks and bites – the flick of his tongue against your nipples makes you shake. Your $dick throbs as blood rushes to it. He glances down at it. <<if $DVfeeling is "nervous">>You flush.<<else>> You smirk.<</if>> Slowly, Duri runs a hand down our torso, slipping one finger down the length of your member before nudging the tip firmly. "Let me show you the next step of your warm-up," he coos. "I…I feel pretty warm already," you say. "I told you that I want to show off…" Then, his eyes glow subtly, and his tongue flops out, much longer than it was a moment ago. He chuckles when your eyes go wide. [[Duri leans you back and lowers his face to your groin.|6.DV.DbottomMCp3]]

His hands palm your hips as he makes the descent achingly slow. Honey-colored eyes watch you carefully. His long tongue stops short of your $dick. [[Nod for him to continue.|6.DV.DbottomMCp3.go]] [[Shake your head, you want to stop.|6.DV.oral.stop]]

You watch as the tip of his tongue meets your tip and slowly slides down your $dick. Your hands clench the bedding, and you hiss in delight at the contact. Duri does it again, licking as if he's tasting the icing from a cake. He watches you intently, the stare <<if $DVfeeling is "nervous">>almost unnerves you<<else>>makes you more excited<</if>>. With each swipe of his tongue, he goes even lower, tempting your backside<<if $sac is "yes">>, playing with your $balls<<else>><</if>>. You feel him tease the tender fleshy ridge just before your ass and yelp before he slides back up your shaft. He hums with satisfaction at your reaction as he continues to work, his arms coming around your hips as he gets comfortable. His tongue begins to dance around your $cock. Like your nipples, he teases, going around and around without taking it into his mouth. It makes you writhe in place, unseemly noises escaping you. Duri continues to run his tongue along your shaft, and you can see he's grinning at your attention. But you need to be deeper, and you can tell he's playing a game with you. His mouth never stops. His long tongue cradles your sac and then slides to your tip over and over. You resist thrusting – somehow – and watch as he brings the head of your $cock to his lips, holding it between as he looks up at you. And then he finally sinks his mouth around it, pursing his lips tightly. Bracing, you nearly feel yourself come, but manage to resist. You writhe with frustration and pleasure, looking down at Duri as he keeps his eyes locked on yours while he sucks your $dick. You can tell his eyes are smiling. He takes you to the back of his throat so easily. You feel a low growl from his throat vibrate your pelvis. It stokes a deep-rooted instinct in you that you are prey, you should flee – but it also feels //so good//. The tip of your length nudges the back of his throat – and that's all it takes. You come – it's fast and easy – like it was primed since you woke up this morning. He moans as you quake under his lips<<if $ejac is "yes">>, swallowing all you pump into his throat<</if>>. You're spent quickly, but he doesn't stop. He sucks you more vigorously, pursing his lips hard, making his mouth extra tight as he bobs his head quickly. You call out and place your hands on his head. You love it – you hate it. The corners of your eyes water as he works you, sucking deeply. It hits you that he's keeping you up, making sure you're ready for the next step. As if you really needed the help, just looking at him is enough to get you $hard again. You see his hand working at his ass, getting himself open for you. A chill runs down your legs. He releases your $dick with a pop sound. You feel he was successful in his endeavor to keep your $dick up. It's as ready to go as it was earlier. As you catch your breath, Duri lingers between your knees, rubbing your legs soothingly. You stare at your ceiling as you come back down for a moment. "Maybe I should have started a little slower?" Duri asks, leaning over you a bit. You shake your head and grin. "I should be careful, though, I don't know what I'd do if my tongue ends up being the better part of me." A blissful sigh escapes you. "I suppose I will need to sample everything if I'm to determine that." "Right you are…" Duri says with a smoky tone as he shifts to his back on the bed. He continues to work his hole open. "As much as I'd love to have you just fuck my mouth, my ass needs some attention too, and I am //incredibly// wet for you." You swallow hard. He hooks his hands behind his knees and pulls them back to open his loins to you. "Not my favorite position, but I want to watch you as you come." [[You sit up and crawl between his open legs.|6.DV.DbottomMCp3.permission]]

You don't need any more motivation. You bring your cock to his ass as you lean over him. He's dripping with the oil, and the heat that comes off of him is astounding. You slide your $dick up and down, nudging his balls and enjoying the view of the small entrance that begs you to pierce it. With your eyes rolling back, you press it in just a bit, reveling in the sound his body makes as you penetrate him. It //grips// you, pulls you in, and sucks you deeper inside until he takes you all the way to your base. Your breath stammers as you freeze inside of him. There's a rush of urges running through you, and you're suddenly very thankful that he got you off once already. He's so warm, his walls hug and squeeze you. You grab the back of his knees, and he moves his hands to his cock, grinning at you as he plays with it. The sight sends a pulse down your $cock. Briefly, you wonder just how you will do this without coming right away. You will the urge down, pulling your hips back to make yourself slide out of him slowly. Even pulling out feels like glory. Watching, you withdraw completely, seeing how your $dick shines with the oil. He's so tight…tight all for you. You're making him this way, turning him on, getting him off. <<if $ejac is "yes">>A bead of precum drips from your tip, and you remind yourself to pull out of him when you come.<<else>>You cannot imagine what it will feel like to come while surrounded by his walls.<</if>> You press back in, slow and smooth, with a growl in the back of your throat. You repeat the motions, pulling out slowly and gaining speed as you push back in. Marveling at how his body can stretch to accommodate you. "This doesn't hurt you?" you ask, breathless. "Nope," he says. "I'm relaxed and feeling good, so it won't hurt. That's the key, always remember that if you're the one doing the fucking." You groan and close your eyes for a moment as you collect yourself. "You're so hot inside…<<if $DVfeeling is "nervous">> Am…I'm making you feel good too, right?" you ask, nervous if he's enjoying this as much as you. You don't want to do a bad job. "Aw, that's a good lamb, checking on me like that. I do feel good, I feel great. The expressions you're making alone are making me want to come." His words send a surge of excitement that goes straight to your $cock.<<else>> You're feeling it, right? Does my $dick suit your tastes?" you ask, trying to make sure that you're doing as well as you feel you are. "It does, Lambchop. When I first felt you slip inside me, I knew you were a perfect fit. Seeing the faces you make alone will make me come."<</if>> Duri rocks his hips. You still for a moment as he moves, gasping as you try to control your urge to finish. You glare at him without any vitriol behind it. He bites his lip. "Now's a good time to show you a trick." You still, trying to hold on, but his hole keeps clenching on you. "Duri…" "Right leg up," he commands. You follow, lifting your leg, placing the foot on the bed. The angle changes, and it suddenly feels even tighter inside of him. "When you thrust, act like you're pointing to the ceiling with your $penis. My last lesson is to learn your partner's sweet spots; they're similar for everyone, but angles matter. When I'm on my back, this is how you get mine." You nod and then push in at the angle he wants, biting your lip as you feel the slight difference and feel how he tightens around you. [[You match his gaze.|6.DV.DbottomMCp3.sex2]]

He watches intently as you keep going, marveling at how this changes the feeling for you. It's the same at its core, but it squeezes you differently, rubs you against new places within him. As you thrust upward, your tip smacks a hard, bumpy spot inside of him – and he calls out. At first, it startles you, but there's ecstasy on his face, so you increase the speed. "Wait," he says. "Don't speed up, keep it steady when it feels good for me…" You adjust as he requests, and the look of bliss comes over his face again. You watch as his cock bounces with each thrust, and realize you haven't been able to pay it much attention yet. You reach down with one hand to stroke it. Duri moans in response, so you give it a squeeze. His back arches off the bed, and he swears. Duri sucks in a breath, and you look as his head tips back. Your body is doing that to him, you realize. Spurring him to grind his hips into you, coaxing him to climax. It hits you, and you press harder into him, making sure to keep pounding your $cock on his sweet spot, moving your hands to open his legs wider so you can be closer. He moans. "That's a good lamb," he says, his voice breathier than normal. His hand reaches down, and his eyes meet yours again. "Watch," he whispers. Duri begins to jerk his cock in time with your thrusts. You're entranced by the sounds coming from the motion echoing with your slaps against his backside. It feels like you're intruding in the best way, even though you're already buried inside of him. He hisses through his teeth and then growls in delight. "Remember…when you're fucking, don't ignore the outer bits too. Makes a good show, feels great too." He moans, and his brows scrunch up. "The combination is fucking amazing." "Should I, um?" you ask as you keep thrusting, unsure if you can focus on another thing or not. "No…" He arches his back again. "Don't stop, please, I'm so close." You shiver at his words. He's going to climax, going to come because you're fucking him. You keep the rhythm, listening to the sounds of his flesh, watching him stroke his dick rapidly as his eyes clench shut. His mouth opens, and his other hand slaps to the mattress and grips the bedding as he calls out. "Good <<if $pronouns is 'woman'>>girl<<elseif $pronouns is 'man'>>boy<<else>>lamb<</if>>! You feel so good inside me…I'm gonna come!" You feel his ass twitching around your $dick, and then it clenches. He shakes as he comes like a fountain, grinding against you helplessly as pleasure takes over. His eyes roll back, and then he lifts his head to the ceiling as his body trembles. He lets out a long, gravelly moan. Cum splatters all over his chest and stomach and runs down his body. It's…everywhere. The buildup hits you, and you chase it. Everything else seems to melt away as you go harder, chasing your own climax. He reaches out to you, and you lower yourself onto him as he wraps his arms around your neck, and you haven't the mind to acknowledge the mess. The change makes you penetrate him even deeper. <<if $ejac is "yes">><<if $Dstat is 'romantic'>>Duri moans in your ear. "Don't pull out, don't pull out – I changed my mind, I need to feel it inside of me. I want it, please," he begs. It sends a surge of delight down your spine to the tip of your $cock. You press in harder, getting as deep as possible to grant his wish, making your thrusts quick and sharp. It hits like thunder. A wave of pleasure shoots through your shaft and leaves your head buzzing. You press in instinctively as you load bursts within him. You shake and groan as you pump all you have. You feel you cum trickle out and drip down<<if $sac is "yes">> your $balls<</if>>. Duri moans loudly and wraps his legs around you to keep you in. There's a squelch as you thrust again, and your cum begins to spill over. His ass clenches hard around you, milking you even more. He holds you against him for a long moment before you finally roll off to the side.<<else>>"Give it to me!" Duri commands with a growl in his throat. "Harder! Come for me!" Your head goes numb, and you chase it, leaning over him and rutting like he's in heat, and only you can sate him. He moans again. "My mouth, come in my throat!" You pull free and move forward to slot your $cock into his hot mouth again. You hold his head as you slip into his throat and burst, calling out as you struggle to restrain yourself from thrusting too much. He holds your hips down as he sucks and drinks all you'll give him. His lips milk you as he swallows spurt after spurt of your cum. But once you are spent – he keeps going. You tremble in place, calling out in ecstasy that makes you forget your name. Once he shows mercy and releases, you fall over beside him. Both of you catch your breath – exhausted and sated.<</if>><<else>>Duri moans in your ear and holds you tighter. "That's it, come for me. Use my hole to get off, my Lambchop." His words send a surge of delight down your spine to the tip of your $cock. You press in harder, getting as deep as possible to grant his wish, making your thrusts quick and sharp. It hits like thunder. A wave of pleasure shoots through your shaft and leaves your head buzzing. You press in instinctively as you come with a long groan. Duri moans loudly and wraps his legs around you to keep you in. There's a squelch as you thrust again and his ass clenches hard around you, making you shiver. You collapse on top of him, and he continues to hold you. <<if $Dstat is 'romantic'>>There's a series of gentle kisses along your shoulder and up to your cheek…and then your lips – one that is soft and sweet and very unlike the Duri you expected after sex. When he pulls away, he looks almost confused before you roll off of him.<<else>>He nibbles at your shoulder again and then nuzzles into the crook of your neck briefly before you roll off of him.<</if>><</if>> You just lie next to each other for a while and breathe. Duri leans up on his side, facing you. "That was great – at least for me. It looked intense for you. Did you enjoy it?" You almost laugh. "Yeah, you could say that. I felt sort of…out of body. It was wild." He smirks. "I would gladly take all the credit, if you'd let me." He looks you over. "Let's…get cleaned up." [["And change the bedding," you lament.|6.DVcommonending]]

<div class="centered-image"> <<include "O pic">> </div> *Details: A childhood friend who’s no longer the same. Once a free-spirited softie with a perpetual smile and a penchant for mischief, Oswin has grown into a dour adult. After he came of age, he slowly distanced himself from you. In the ten years since, interactions between you have been awkward or downright hostile, with no in-between. He doesn’t joke anymore. He doesn’t smile anymore. There’s something lost about his eyes these days… *Personality: Despite that furrow in his brow that says ‘stay away,’ Oswin actually prefers being in the company of others, as he cares deeply for friends and family. He’s organized and thorough – valuing the predictable and structured, and being driven to always improve upon his skills. Oswin can also be self-conscious, hard on himself, and a bit insecure. *Appearance: Standing around 6'2"/188cm with athletic build, Oswin has black hair that is slightly wavy and kept to his ears, bright-green hooded eyes, and brown skin with bronze undertones. He has a firm, squared jaw, which is often prickled with light scruff. Oswin most often scowls, even when he doesn’t necessarily intend to. He dresses in simple tunics with leather armor and boots, and isn’t one for frivolities save for a special tattoo & necklace hidden under his clothing. A few notable scars mar his flesh, each telling a story. His sword is always kept at his hip. *Occupation: Oswin makes his living as a sort of mercenary (though he’d insist on being called a “hired hand”), mostly escorting wealthy merchants from town to town. He also helps as a local guard and is very popular among the villagers. Having trained with one of your fathers and a famous swordmaster, he’s renowned as a formidable combatant. *Fun fact: loves honey but is terrified of bees. <div class="centered-image"> <<include "O2 pic">> </div> <center><<link "Return to game" $return>><</link>></center> (Note: if “Return to Game” Link does not return you to your page, you may need to use the back arrow at the top of the menu to click all the way back through until you find your last page. If this does not work either, please submit a bug report.)

<div class="centered-image"> <<include "Z pic">> </div> *Details: A sweet and fun soul whom you met on the forest road to Valko's shrine. Zahn is a pilgrim trying to fulfill their duty to $Zhisher faith. $Zcapitalheshe feels for your plight and wants to help. You can't help but notice that there’s something torn behind $Zhisher smile. It leaves you wondering why $Zheshe looks so sad when $Zheshe thinks no one is looking. *Personality: Social and sweet, Zahn is enthusiastic and open-minded about most things. $Zcapitalheshe's incredibly flexible (in mind and body) and sees possibilities in everything, being highly adaptable and skilled at improvising. Casual, warm, and always friendly and willing to lend a hand, $Zheshe could make a trustworthy companion. *Appearance: About 5'5"/165cm tall with a petite build, wild blond hair, and round blue eyes, Zahn has fawn colored skin with a rosy hue, and a dusting of light freckles with a touch too much wind and sun across $Zhisher cheeks and nose. $Zcapitalheshe appears a bit tired with slightly sunken eyes and a mite too thin with the lines of their jaw and neck a bit too pronounced – evidence of years of difficult living. If $Zheshe graces you with a toothy smile, you may be lucky enough to see the slight gap in $Zhisher front teeth. Zahn dresses in rough linen tunics, usually with layers to make up for how thin and hole-filled they are. $Zcapitalheshe has a particularly ratty reddish cloak that $Zheshe seems to cherish. *Occupation: An acolyte of Din on an initiation pilgrimage for their church. It's less of an occupation and more of a lifestyle aimed toward a life of servitude for the Old God. *Fun fact: Zahn may be a bit malnourished on the small side, but that doesn’t stop $Zhimher from wielding a bow with scary strength and precision. <div class="centered-image"> <<include "Z2 pic">> </div> <center><<link "Return to game" $return>><</link>></center> (Note: if “Return to Game” Link does not return you to your page, you may need to use the back arrow at the top of the menu to click all the way back through until you find your last page. If this does not work either, please submit a bug report.)

<div class="centered-image"> <<include "D pic">> </div> *Details: A demigod to whom you owe a debt, $Dheshe seems quite curious about you. *Personality: Charming and laid-back, Duri prefers $Dhisher own company most of the time but readily embraces willing friends – though it is all or nothing for $Dhimher, no surface-level relationship will work for long. $Dcapitalheshe is perpetually curious and casual, having an air of cool confidence and a love for teasing, which makes $Dhimher appear disinterested or cold sometimes. Duri is always paying attention, even if it doesn’t seem like it. $Dcapitalheshe can stress easily when things stop being fun, be a bit competitive, and too independent for $Dhisher own good. *Appearance: Standing approximately at 5'9"/175cm with a lithe but toned build, Duri’naan has long and straight grey hair, and honey-brown upturned eyes. $Dcapitalhisher skin is a warm beige, lit up with a bright smile that sometimes shows off a little sharp snaggle-tooth. $Dcapitalheshe bears a strange scar on the back of the neck, covered by $Dhisher hair, and is missing a bit from the upper part of one ear. Duri wears simple clothing made from a single and very long swath of blue-grey linen, wrapped around in such a way that you’re not quite sure how it stays up, save for a silvery pin at one shoulder. $Dcapitalheshe also hates shoes for some reason and is always barefoot. *Occupation: Shrine…guardian? *Fun fact: Duri’naan has a hobby of stealing miscellaneous things from others just to watch how they react ($Dheshe always returns what $Dheshe takes, leaving the items in strange places). <div class="centered-image"> <<include "D2 pic">> </div> <center><<link "Return to game" $return>><</link>></center> (Note: if “Return to Game” Link does not return you to your page, you may need to use the back arrow at the top of the menu to click all the way back through until you find your last page. If this does not work either, please submit a bug report.)

<div class="centered-image"> <<include "R pic">> </div> *Details: A serious and powerful mage with an oddly fervent dedication to the God of Destruction, Casimir. Though $Rheshe is capable of wielding great power, $Rheshe prefers to spend $Rhisher days as a traveling bard – in part for the purpose of angering $Rhisher mother. Rune might have you thinking that $Rheshe would not care about your plight, yet it couldn't be further from the truth. Below Rune's cool confidence that teases indifference, $Rheshe has a nurturing spirit. *Personality: Rūndis is an introverted day-dreamer who is curious and in search of deeper meanings at all times. Though $Rheshe dreams, $Rheshe also has a rational side that comes with a penchant for efficiency and decisiveness. Rune tends to be calm and analytical, but is prone to silent anxiety especially in close relationships, which may make $Rhimher seem a bit aloof or combative at times. *Appearance: Standing around 5'7"/173cm, Rune has shoulder-length curly hair that is all black except for a flash of purple in some strands. $Rcapitalheshe has almond-shaped purple eyes that are a testament to the magic that flows easily through them, and a beauty mark just under $Rhisher right eye. $Rcapitalheshe has a strong build and brown skin, often wearing a stoic and serious expression that you wouldn’t expect from a bard. Rune favors fine robes and cloaks in colors that match $Rhisher eyes, but only when $Rheshe chooses to stand out, otherwise Rune prefers common clothing. Tattooed upon $Rhisher chest as a sign of devotion is the sigil of Casimir. $Rcapitalheshe also adorns $Rhimselfherself with different types of gold jewelry. *Occupation: Traveling bard and occasional magical healer. *Fun fact: Rune can play nearly any instrument you put in $Rhisher hands, but $Rhisher favorite is the lyre, which $Rheshe plays so well that many audiences have been left in tears. <div class="centered-image"> <<include "R2 pic">> </div> <center><<link "Return to game" $return>><</link>></center> (Note: if “Return to Game” Link does not return you to your page, you may need to use the back arrow at the top of the menu to click all the way back through until you find your last page. If this does not work either, please submit a bug report.)

<div class="centered-image"> <<include "A pic">> </div> *Details: A mysterious man who has come to your rescue twice. After helping to clear your path into the city of Codrin, he then came to your rescue after you were abducted from your room at the inn. Though he's not as heroic as circumstance may suggest. After telling you details of a lost history concerning an estranged tenth Ancient Deity, known to have the mantle of Chaos, he revealed that he has an artifact that could break your curse. However, though he wants to help you, he has openly admitted to wanting the power of your curse for his own mysterious needs. *Personality: Sometimes haughty and condescending, and sometimes unusually kind, Aster comes off as every bit the rich noble. He's a flirt, a bit of a know-it-all, and is wildly fascinated by mysteries. He hides his problems, his past, and even his present behind insincere smiles and pompous fanfare. He leaves people wondering who he really is underneath. *Appearance: Classically handsome and well-aware of it. Aster is very tall, around 6'6"/198cm. He has expertly tussled chin-length brown hair with a radiant auburn hue when in the light. He has a matching short and well-groomed beard as well. His eyes are deep, dark brown, and full of mystery. He typically dresses in a display of wealth in dark blues and greens with the finest leather details that money can buy. His boots alone likely cost an entire cycle's salary for the average person.. *Occupation: A self-proclaimed scholar and magic-hunter. *Fun fact: Aster is one of relatively few in Iroda to both own and have mastered the crossbow. Most archers find them unworthy of their expense and fiddly nature since they're slow to load. Aster prefers them because //he only needs one shot//. <div class="centered-image"> <<include "A2 pic">> </div> <center><<link "Return to game" $return>><</link>></center> (Note: if “Return to Game” Link does not return you to your page, you may need to use the back arrow at the top of the menu to click all the way back through until you find your last page. If this does not work either, please submit a bug report.)

<<set $headtomerchant to true>> You figure that you ought to take care of the errand your da asked of you and head into the town proper. Stonebrook sees a few traveling merchants fairly regularly, but about two years ago, a new one appeared that stood out from the rest: a man named Nathanael. He caused quite a stir during his first trip, and you remember Oswin's irritation with it fondly. Nathanael, it turns out, is a rather successful but eccentric tradesman. When his cart arrived, some of the townspeople panicked as it was being pulled by a rather large elk, easily larger than the draft horses of the North, complete with massive antlers. Oswin was called upon to put down 'a monstrous deer' only to find the beast quietly resting in the shade while children played upon its back, even hanging from its rack without so much as an irritated glance from the beast. Elk, especially of the giant variety, were very uncommon in your region of the central province, as they lived much further north in Norwood Province. Your papa was quite familiar with giant elk and happy to see the creature since he had spent many of his young years traveling in the North. When you went to see it for yourself, you met Nathanael. He looked rather dashing with a lean, strong build and tussled waves of black hair peppered with white that barely reached his ears. His short beard matched the colors of his hair, and his soft hazel eyes looked upon everyone with gentleness and mirth. He always wore long, lavish robes with ornate patterns and colors, often with multiple layers, even during the hot season. His cart was painted similarly with shades of blue and green in interesting patterns. He deals in no particular goods or services and is known for selling and trading curiosities and some rarer items along with ordinary products. Books are a specialty for him, as are odd magical trinkets, most of which are more for looks than use. He is friendly to all, but there were a few, including yourself and Oswin, that he seems to speak more genially to – at the very least, you were favored for discounts. Oswin does not care for him, but that just seems to spur the merchant into trying to befriend him even more. As you approach his usual station at the edge of town, the only place where the elk can stretch out without knocking something over with his antlers, you find the man deep in conversation with his cat. The small gray creature looks unimpressed, with green eyes narrowed at Nathanael, who seems to be arguing something... [["Nathanael?"]]

<<set $visitemre to true>> As usual, Emre is hard at work when you arrive at the clinic. His (current) youngest child, Cephas, is strapped to his chest in a sling. The boy sleeps soundly as Emre goes about his business, getting the patch of land for his herbs ready for planting. The little one looks just like Emre. Wild, blond, and frizzy curls crown his head, and – when he’s awake – big brown eyes manipulate anyone into doing his bidding. He’s growing so fast, just over a year old, and he takes up most of Emre’s chest, though Emre has always been on the small side – a trait which followed him readily into adulthood. Even if his frame is small, he is no less spry. He quickly grew in skill as a healer, and most know him just as well as his parents for his knowledge and ability. He also adapted to fatherhood quite fast, marrying Willow just four years ago. Their first child – a girl named Yan – was born the year after. You were a little surprised that they wanted another, given what a force of nature Yan turned out to be. At just three years old, it is evident she will be an incredibly strong-willed person. “Emre!” You call out as you approach. You don't mind your volume; Cephas sleeps through anything, a skill his sister lacks. He turns quickly, already smiling. “$mc!<<if $mc is 'Noodles'>> My starchy friend!<</if>>” “I’m sure that you’re busy, but I wanted to say hello.” “Oh, you know you’re welcome anytime. We’re practically family.<<if $interest is 'healin'>> But, you know, it might be good for you to not let this place take up all your time. The work will wait. You should rest today.<</if>> Are you feeling alright?” Emre gently bounces his sleeping son as he gently inquires about your health, the tell-tale look of concern in his eyes. “Yes, yes; I’m fine.” You can’t suppress the eye roll. Emre dotes on you about as much as your fathers. Before you can quip about his mother-henning, the door to the clinic bursts open, and out runs little Yan – shrieking with delight – as she heads right for you. [[Nope, you do not do children.][$GentleAssertive to Math.clamp($GentleAssertive - 5, 0, 100)]] [[You crouch down, with arms wide open.][$GentleAssertive to Math.clamp($GentleAssertive + 5, 0, 100)]] [[You give your own shriek and run towards the little girl.][$SeriousPlayful to Math.clamp($SeriousPlayful - 5, 0, 100)]]

As you meander back to town, you can't help but feel a little unsure of where you stand with Oswin. There's a complicated mix of feelings. He's a stranger now, almost, but he's not really. The pull of familiarity is powerful, but so is the push of estrangement – the way you feel when you first meet someone and aren't quite sure if they're friend, foe, or just another person that will fade away. What could Oswin need to say to you so badly, and why couldn't he have just spat it out while you were already together? And, the gift...is it just a simple gesture for your birthday? Now that you think about it, you're pretty sure the gift means you haven't angered him in some fashion, at least. You suppose you will find out later. <<if $visitemre is true>>You spoke with Emre.<<else>>[[Visit Emre]]<</if>> <<if $headtomerchant is true>>You spoke with Nathanael, the merchant.<<else>>[[Head towards the merchant]]<</if>> <<if $visitemre is true and $findoswin is true and $headtomerchant is true>>[[You go home to relax before the feast.]]<</if>>

*Chapter Six <html> <body> <span> <h1 style="font-size:40px;"> <span style="color:red"> <div style="text-align: center;">Puppet</div> </h1> </span> </body> </html> [[Start|Ch7]]

You sigh with relief, managing a slight smile toward your savor. You watch Aster for a moment, enjoying the feeling of dwindling sun and wind. Freedom. The fact that you are saved from so much uncertainty fills you with hope. Aster approaches you and sets his crossbow down. He raises an eyebrow at you. "Thank you," you say, giving him a respectful nod. "Thank you so much for helping me." His dark brown eyes widen and he tilts his head. "I thought for sure I was doomed there." He shrugs. "You're…welcome then I suppose. I'm a bit surprised to hear thanks after all that. You're something else." You shake your head. "I'm sure I will process all the…everything later." "Oh, very likely. Have fun with that." He chuckles. [[You nod.|5.E5]]

* Enter information to fast track to Chapter 6. Selections aren't very organized because my brain is pudding. ''MC Creation'' Your taken name is: <<textbox "$mc" "Name">> Northbreaker.” <span id="r1" class="look"><<link "Click to show suggestion list.">><<reveal "r1" "Choose Wisely" "Name Bank">><</link>></span> Eyes: <<listbox "$eyecolor" autoselect>> <<option "brown">> <<option "black">> <<option "hazel">> <<option "green">> <<option "blue">> <<option "amber">> <<option "grey">> <<option "purple">> <</listbox>> Skin: <<listbox "$skin" autoselect>> <<option "brown">> <<option "fawn">> <<option "black">> <<option "beige">> <<option "rosy">> <<option "ochre">> <<option "umber">> <<option "white">> <</listbox>> Hair Color: <<listbox "$haircolor" autoselect>> <<option "brown">> <<option "black">> <<option "blond">> <<option "red">> <<option "ginger">> <<option "auburn">> <<option "white">> <</listbox>> Has strain from your condition caused your hair to grey prematurely (either entirely or streaked)? <<listbox "$greyhair">> <<option 'no'>> <<option 'yes'>> <</listbox>> If yes, are you okay with your grey hair? <<listbox "$greyokay">> <<option 'null'>> <<option 'yes'>> <<option 'no'>> <</listbox>> Hair Length: <<listbox "$hairlength" autoselect>> <<option "very long">> <<option "long">> <<option "shoulder length">> <<option "chin length">> <<option "short">> <<option "very short">> <</listbox>> Hair texture: <<listbox "$hairtexture" autoselect>> <<option "tightly curled">> <<option "loosely curled">> <<option "wavy">> <<option "straight">> <<option "frizzy">> <</listbox>> Body Type: <<listbox "$bodytype" autoselect>> <<option "broad and sturdy">> <<option "athletic and agile">> <<option "curvy">> <<option "toned and lean">> <<option "slender">> <<option "voluptuous">> <</listbox>> Height: <<listbox "$height" autoselect>> <<option "verytall">> <<option "tall">> <<option "average">> <<option "short">> <</listbox>> Pronouns: <<listbox "$pronouns">> <<option 'they'>> <<option 'he'>> <<option 'she'>> <</listbox>> Are you more reserved or outgoing? <<listbox "$ReservedOutgoing">> <<option 'reserved'>> <<option 'outgoing'>> <</listbox>> Are you more gentle or assertive? <<listbox "$GentleAssertive">> <<option 'gentle'>> <<option 'assertive'>> <</listbox>> Are you more serious or playful? <<listbox "$SeriousPlayful">> <<option 'serious'>> <<option 'playful'>> <</listbox>> Do you have a tendency toward recklessness or caution? <<listbox "$RecklessCautious">> <<option 'reckless'>> <<option 'cautious'>> <</listbox>> If flirting, are you more bashful or bold? <<listbox "$BoldflirtShyflirt">> <<option 'bold'>> <<option 'shy'>> <</listbox>> What was your favorite treasure growing up? <<listbox "$favgift">> <<option 'earring'>> <<option 'crystals'>> <<option 'rat'>> <<option 'snail'>> <<option 'metal'>> <</listbox>> What is your profession? <<listbox "$interest" autoselect>> <<option 'logger'>> <<option 'carpenter'>> <<option 'swordsman'>> <<option 'archer'>> <<option 'healer'>> <<option 'trader'>> <<option 'cook'>> <</listbox>> What is your hobby? <<listbox "$hobby">> <<option 'singing'>> <<option 'drawing'>> <<option 'sculpting'>> <<option 'storytelling'>> <<option 'whittling'>> <<option 'needlework'>> <</listbox>> Are you bold or shy about sharing your hobby with others? <<listbox "$hobbycomfort">> <<option 'bold'>> <<option 'shy'>> <</listbox>> What is your opinion on gods? <<listbox "$godopinion" autoselect>> <<option 'in favor'>> <<option 'against'>> <<option 'neutral'>> <<option 'realistic'>> <</listbox>> * In favor = you think things would be better with gods * Against = you think it's a good thing the gods left humans alone * Neutral = you see both good and bad in the gods * Realistic = you don't see much reason to speculate Do you have any facial hair? <<listbox "$facialhair">> <<option 'no'>> <<option 'yes'>> <</listbox>> What's your clothing style? <<listbox "$clothing">> <<option 'comfortable'>> <<option 'regular'>> <<option 'austere'>> <<option 'colorful'>> <<option 'revealing'>> <</listbox>> What's your favorite scent? <<listbox "$favsmell" autoselect>> <<option "citrus">> <<option "vanilla with warm spices">> <<option "the forest">> <<option "sweet candies">> <<option "herbs">> <<option "flowers">> <</listbox>> How did you internalize your birth mother's death? <<listbox "$mommyissues">> <<option 'sadness'>> <<option 'anger'>> <<option 'thankfulness'>> <<option 'guilt'>> <<option 'understanding'>> <</listbox>> What is your aspiration for the year? <<listbox "$goal">> <<option 'love'>> <<option 'friendship'>> <<option 'profession'>> <<option 'answers'>> <<option 'independence'>> <</listbox>> What is the name of your she-wolf? <<textbox "$wolf" "Name">> What mount did you choose? <<listbox "$mount">> <<option 'mule'>> <<option 'chessy'>> <<option 'eb'>> <<option 'bay'>> <</listbox>> * -Mule is a mule–based on a draft mule, she is quite tall with //very// long ears, and a very sassy personality. She flat-out adores MC and will bite anyone she doesn't like. She is also completely in love with a giant elk. All-terrain mount. * -Chessy is a flaxen chestnut mare, and is the smallest of the mounts but very agile. She has a sugary sweet disposition and is very affectionate. Great gas mileage, perfect for city riding. * -Eb is a black stallion. He's quite muscular and has a slight attitude at times, being willful and brave. He's a little territorial about MC, and also has a little crush on Oswin's mare, Flit. Mid-sized with decent cargo room. * -Bay-Bay is a mahogany bay colored draft gelding. He's the largest of the mounts but is the most gentle and patient. He's incredibly strong and not easily ruffled. The RV of horses. What is the name of your mount? <<textbox "$mountname" "Name">> ''What is your curse mark?'' <div class="centered-image"><<link '<<include "treeimage">>' "treeskip">><</link>></div> <div class="centered-image"><<link '<<include "sunmark">>' "sunskip">><</link>></div> <div class="centered-image"><<link '<<include "stormmark">>' "stormskip">><</link>></div> <div class="centered-image"><<link '<<include "plantmark">>' "plantskip">><</link>></div> <div class="centered-image"><<link '<<include "nightmark">>' "nightskip">><</link>></div> <div class="centered-image"><<link '<<include "mountmark">>' "mountainskip">><</link>></div>

<<set $mark to 'tree'>> <<nobr>><<if $pronouns is 'she'>> <<set $heshe to 'she'>> <<set $capitalheshe to 'She'>> <<set $hisher to 'her'>> <<set $capitalhisher to 'Her'>> <<set $himher to 'her'>> <<set $capitalhimher to 'Her'>> <<set $hishers to 'hers'>> <<set $capitalhishers to 'Hers'>> <<set $himselfherself to 'herself'>> <<set $capitalhimselfherself to 'Herself'>> <<set $manwoperson to 'woman'>> <<set $sondtrchild to 'daughter'>> <<elseif $pronouns is 'he'>> <<set $heshe to 'he'>> <<set $capitalheshe to 'He'>> <<set $hisher to 'his'>> <<set $capitalhisher to 'His'>> <<set $himher to 'him'>> <<set $capitalhimher to 'Him'>> <<set $hishers to 'his'>> <<set $capitalhishers to 'His'>> <<set $himselfherself to 'himself'>> <<set $capitalhimselfherself to 'Himself'>> <<set $manwoperson to 'man'>> <<set $sondtrchild to 'son'>> <<elseif $pronouns is 'they'>> <<set $heshe to 'they'>> <<set $capitalheshe to 'They'>> <<set $hisher to 'their'>> <<set $capitalhisher to 'Their'>> <<set $himher to 'them'>> <<set $capitalhimher to 'Them'>> <<set $hishers to 'theirs'>> <<set $capitalhishers to 'Theirs'>> <<set $himselfherself to 'themselves'>> <<set $capitalhimselfherself to 'Themselves'>> <<set $manwoperson to 'person'>> <<set $sondtrchild to 'child'>><</if>><</nobr>> Your name is $mc Northbreaker. You have $eyecolor eyes, and $skin skin. Your hair is $haircolor, <<if $greyhair is 'yes'>>has greyed prematurely, and you <<if $greyokay is 'yes'>>are<<else>>are not<</if>> okay with it.<<else>>and has not greyed prematurely.<</if>> Your hair is $hairlength and $hairtexture. You have a body that is $bodytype and are $height in height. You use "$pronouns" pronouns: $capitalheshe <<if $pronouns is "they">>are<<else>>is<</if>> charming, $heshe really <<if $pronouns is "they">>light<<else>>lights<</if>> up a room, $hisher parents are very protective. Your personality is $ReservedOutgoing, $GentleAssertive, $SeriousPlayful, and $RecklessCautious, and the way you flirt is seen as $BoldflirtShyflirt. Your favorite childhood treasure was the $favgift. Your current profession is $interest. Your hobby is $hobby. Your clothing style is $clothing. You have a sense of $mommyissues over your birth mother's death, and your goal for the year is about $goal. You have a wolf named $wolf, and a mount named $mountname. Your mount is a <<if $mount is 'chessy'>>flaxen chestnut colored horse<<elseif $mount is 'eb'>>black horse<<elseif $mount is 'bay'>>mahogany bay colored draft horse<<elseif $mount is 'mule'>>a big grey mule<</if>>. You have the mark of the <<if $mark is 'tree'>>tree<<elseif $mark is 'sun'>>sun<<elseif $mark is 'storm'>>storm<<elseif $mark is 'plants'>>vine<<elseif $mark is 'night'>>night<<elseif $mark is 'mountain'>>mountain<</if>>. If these are correct: [[Proceed.|Ch 6 Skip.2]] If something is not right: [[Go back.|Ch 6 Skip]]

<<set $mark to 'sun'>> <<nobr>><<if $pronouns is 'she'>> <<set $heshe to 'she'>> <<set $capitalheshe to 'She'>> <<set $hisher to 'her'>> <<set $capitalhisher to 'Her'>> <<set $himher to 'her'>> <<set $capitalhimher to 'Her'>> <<set $hishers to 'hers'>> <<set $capitalhishers to 'Hers'>> <<set $himselfherself to 'herself'>> <<set $capitalhimselfherself to 'Herself'>> <<set $manwoperson to 'woman'>> <<set $sondtrchild to 'daughter'>> <<elseif $pronouns is 'he'>> <<set $heshe to 'he'>> <<set $capitalheshe to 'He'>> <<set $hisher to 'his'>> <<set $capitalhisher to 'His'>> <<set $himher to 'him'>> <<set $capitalhimher to 'Him'>> <<set $hishers to 'his'>> <<set $capitalhishers to 'His'>> <<set $himselfherself to 'himself'>> <<set $capitalhimselfherself to 'Himself'>> <<set $manwoperson to 'man'>> <<set $sondtrchild to 'son'>> <<elseif $pronouns is 'they'>> <<set $heshe to 'they'>> <<set $capitalheshe to 'They'>> <<set $hisher to 'their'>> <<set $capitalhisher to 'Their'>> <<set $himher to 'them'>> <<set $capitalhimher to 'Them'>> <<set $hishers to 'theirs'>> <<set $capitalhishers to 'Theirs'>> <<set $himselfherself to 'themselves'>> <<set $capitalhimselfherself to 'Themselves'>> <<set $manwoperson to 'person'>> <<set $sondtrchild to 'child'>><</if>><</nobr>> Your name is $mc Northbreaker. You have $eyecolor eyes, and $skin skin. Your hair is $haircolor, <<if $greyhair is 'yes'>>has greyed prematurely, and you <<if $greyokay is 'yes'>>are<<else>>are not<</if>> okay with it.<<else>>and has not greyed prematurely.<</if>> Your hair is $hairlength and $hairtexture. You have a body that is $bodytype and are $height in height. You use "$pronouns" pronouns: $capitalheshe <<if $pronouns is "they">>are<<else>>is<</if>> charming, $heshe really <<if $pronouns is "they">>light<<else>>lights<</if>> up a room, $hisher parents are very protective. Your personality is $ReservedOutgoing, $GentleAssertive, $SeriousPlayful, and $RecklessCautious, and the way you flirt is seen as $BoldflirtShyflirt. Your favorite childhood treasure was the $favgift. Your current profession is $interest. Your hobby is $hobby. Your clothing style is $clothing. You have a sense of $mommyissues over your birth mother's death, and your goal for the year is about $goal. You have a wolf named $wolf, and a mount named $mountname. Your mount is a <<if $mount is 'chessy'>>flaxen chestnut colored horse<<elseif $mount is 'eb'>>black horse<<elseif $mount is 'bay'>>mahogany bay colored draft horse<<elseif $mount is 'mule'>>a big grey mule<</if>>. You have the mark of the <<if $mark is 'tree'>>tree<<elseif $mark is 'sun'>>sun<<elseif $mark is 'storm'>>storm<<elseif $mark is 'plants'>>vine<<elseif $mark is 'night'>>night<<elseif $mark is 'mountain'>>mountain<</if>>. If these are correct: [[Proceed.|Ch 6 Skip.2]] If something is not right: [[Go back.|Ch 6 Skip]]

<<set $mark to 'storm'>> <<nobr>><<if $pronouns is 'she'>> <<set $heshe to 'she'>> <<set $capitalheshe to 'She'>> <<set $hisher to 'her'>> <<set $capitalhisher to 'Her'>> <<set $himher to 'her'>> <<set $capitalhimher to 'Her'>> <<set $hishers to 'hers'>> <<set $capitalhishers to 'Hers'>> <<set $himselfherself to 'herself'>> <<set $capitalhimselfherself to 'Herself'>> <<set $manwoperson to 'woman'>> <<set $sondtrchild to 'daughter'>> <<elseif $pronouns is 'he'>> <<set $heshe to 'he'>> <<set $capitalheshe to 'He'>> <<set $hisher to 'his'>> <<set $capitalhisher to 'His'>> <<set $himher to 'him'>> <<set $capitalhimher to 'Him'>> <<set $hishers to 'his'>> <<set $capitalhishers to 'His'>> <<set $himselfherself to 'himself'>> <<set $capitalhimselfherself to 'Himself'>> <<set $manwoperson to 'man'>> <<set $sondtrchild to 'son'>> <<elseif $pronouns is 'they'>> <<set $heshe to 'they'>> <<set $capitalheshe to 'They'>> <<set $hisher to 'their'>> <<set $capitalhisher to 'Their'>> <<set $himher to 'them'>> <<set $capitalhimher to 'Them'>> <<set $hishers to 'theirs'>> <<set $capitalhishers to 'Theirs'>> <<set $himselfherself to 'themselves'>> <<set $capitalhimselfherself to 'Themselves'>> <<set $manwoperson to 'person'>> <<set $sondtrchild to 'child'>><</if>><</nobr>> Your name is $mc Northbreaker. You have $eyecolor eyes, and $skin skin. Your hair is $haircolor, <<if $greyhair is 'yes'>>has greyed prematurely, and you <<if $greyokay is 'yes'>>are<<else>>are not<</if>> okay with it.<<else>>and has not greyed prematurely.<</if>> Your hair is $hairlength and $hairtexture. You have a body that is $bodytype and are $height in height. You use "$pronouns" pronouns: $capitalheshe <<if $pronouns is "they">>are<<else>>is<</if>> charming, $heshe really <<if $pronouns is "they">>light<<else>>lights<</if>> up a room, $hisher parents are very protective. Your personality is $ReservedOutgoing, $GentleAssertive, $SeriousPlayful, and $RecklessCautious, and the way you flirt is seen as $BoldflirtShyflirt. Your favorite childhood treasure was the $favgift. Your current profession is $interest. Your hobby is $hobby. Your clothing style is $clothing. You have a sense of $mommyissues over your birth mother's death, and your goal for the year is about $goal. You have a wolf named $wolf, and a mount named $mountname. Your mount is a <<if $mount is 'chessy'>>flaxen chestnut colored horse<<elseif $mount is 'eb'>>black horse<<elseif $mount is 'bay'>>mahogany bay colored draft horse<<elseif $mount is 'mule'>>a big grey mule<</if>>. You have the mark of the <<if $mark is 'tree'>>tree<<elseif $mark is 'sun'>>sun<<elseif $mark is 'storm'>>storm<<elseif $mark is 'plants'>>vine<<elseif $mark is 'night'>>night<<elseif $mark is 'mountain'>>mountain<</if>>. If these are correct: [[Proceed.|Ch 6 Skip.2]] If something is not right: [[Go back.|Ch 6 Skip]]

<<set $mark to 'plants'>> <<nobr>><<if $pronouns is 'she'>> <<set $heshe to 'she'>> <<set $capitalheshe to 'She'>> <<set $hisher to 'her'>> <<set $capitalhisher to 'Her'>> <<set $himher to 'her'>> <<set $capitalhimher to 'Her'>> <<set $hishers to 'hers'>> <<set $capitalhishers to 'Hers'>> <<set $himselfherself to 'herself'>> <<set $capitalhimselfherself to 'Herself'>> <<set $manwoperson to 'woman'>> <<set $sondtrchild to 'daughter'>> <<elseif $pronouns is 'he'>> <<set $heshe to 'he'>> <<set $capitalheshe to 'He'>> <<set $hisher to 'his'>> <<set $capitalhisher to 'His'>> <<set $himher to 'him'>> <<set $capitalhimher to 'Him'>> <<set $hishers to 'his'>> <<set $capitalhishers to 'His'>> <<set $himselfherself to 'himself'>> <<set $capitalhimselfherself to 'Himself'>> <<set $manwoperson to 'man'>> <<set $sondtrchild to 'son'>> <<elseif $pronouns is 'they'>> <<set $heshe to 'they'>> <<set $capitalheshe to 'They'>> <<set $hisher to 'their'>> <<set $capitalhisher to 'Their'>> <<set $himher to 'them'>> <<set $capitalhimher to 'Them'>> <<set $hishers to 'theirs'>> <<set $capitalhishers to 'Theirs'>> <<set $himselfherself to 'themselves'>> <<set $capitalhimselfherself to 'Themselves'>> <<set $manwoperson to 'person'>> <<set $sondtrchild to 'child'>><</if>><</nobr>> Your name is $mc Northbreaker. You have $eyecolor eyes, and $skin skin. Your hair is $haircolor, <<if $greyhair is 'yes'>>has greyed prematurely, and you <<if $greyokay is 'yes'>>are<<else>>are not<</if>> okay with it.<<else>>and has not greyed prematurely.<</if>> Your hair is $hairlength and $hairtexture. You have a body that is $bodytype and are $height in height. You use "$pronouns" pronouns: $capitalheshe <<if $pronouns is "they">>are<<else>>is<</if>> charming, $heshe really <<if $pronouns is "they">>light<<else>>lights<</if>> up a room, $hisher parents are very protective. Your personality is $ReservedOutgoing, $GentleAssertive, $SeriousPlayful, and $RecklessCautious, and the way you flirt is seen as $BoldflirtShyflirt. Your favorite childhood treasure was the $favgift. Your current profession is $interest. Your hobby is $hobby. Your clothing style is $clothing. You have a sense of $mommyissues over your birth mother's death, and your goal for the year is about $goal. You have a wolf named $wolf, and a mount named $mountname. Your mount is a <<if $mount is 'chessy'>>flaxen chestnut colored horse<<elseif $mount is 'eb'>>black horse<<elseif $mount is 'bay'>>mahogany bay colored draft horse<<elseif $mount is 'mule'>>a big grey mule<</if>>. You have the mark of the <<if $mark is 'tree'>>tree<<elseif $mark is 'sun'>>sun<<elseif $mark is 'storm'>>storm<<elseif $mark is 'plants'>>vine<<elseif $mark is 'night'>>night<<elseif $mark is 'mountain'>>mountain<</if>>. If these are correct: [[Proceed.|Ch 6 Skip.2]] If something is not right: [[Go back.|Ch 6 Skip]]

<<set $mark to 'night'>> <<nobr>><<if $pronouns is 'she'>> <<set $heshe to 'she'>> <<set $capitalheshe to 'She'>> <<set $hisher to 'her'>> <<set $capitalhisher to 'Her'>> <<set $himher to 'her'>> <<set $capitalhimher to 'Her'>> <<set $hishers to 'hers'>> <<set $capitalhishers to 'Hers'>> <<set $himselfherself to 'herself'>> <<set $capitalhimselfherself to 'Herself'>> <<set $manwoperson to 'woman'>> <<set $sondtrchild to 'daughter'>> <<elseif $pronouns is 'he'>> <<set $heshe to 'he'>> <<set $capitalheshe to 'He'>> <<set $hisher to 'his'>> <<set $capitalhisher to 'His'>> <<set $himher to 'him'>> <<set $capitalhimher to 'Him'>> <<set $hishers to 'his'>> <<set $capitalhishers to 'His'>> <<set $himselfherself to 'himself'>> <<set $capitalhimselfherself to 'Himself'>> <<set $manwoperson to 'man'>> <<set $sondtrchild to 'son'>> <<elseif $pronouns is 'they'>> <<set $heshe to 'they'>> <<set $capitalheshe to 'They'>> <<set $hisher to 'their'>> <<set $capitalhisher to 'Their'>> <<set $himher to 'them'>> <<set $capitalhimher to 'Them'>> <<set $hishers to 'theirs'>> <<set $capitalhishers to 'Theirs'>> <<set $himselfherself to 'themselves'>> <<set $capitalhimselfherself to 'Themselves'>> <<set $manwoperson to 'person'>> <<set $sondtrchild to 'child'>><</if>><</nobr>> Your name is $mc Northbreaker. You have $eyecolor eyes, and $skin skin. Your hair is $haircolor, <<if $greyhair is 'yes'>>has greyed prematurely, and you <<if $greyokay is 'yes'>>are<<else>>are not<</if>> okay with it.<<else>>and has not greyed prematurely.<</if>> Your hair is $hairlength and $hairtexture. You have a body that is $bodytype and are $height in height. You use "$pronouns" pronouns: $capitalheshe <<if $pronouns is "they">>are<<else>>is<</if>> charming, $heshe really <<if $pronouns is "they">>light<<else>>lights<</if>> up a room, $hisher parents are very protective. Your personality is $ReservedOutgoing, $GentleAssertive, $SeriousPlayful, and $RecklessCautious, and the way you flirt is seen as $BoldflirtShyflirt. Your favorite childhood treasure was the $favgift. Your current profession is $interest. Your hobby is $hobby. Your clothing style is $clothing. You have a sense of $mommyissues over your birth mother's death, and your goal for the year is about $goal. You have a wolf named $wolf, and a mount named $mountname. Your mount is a <<if $mount is 'chessy'>>flaxen chestnut colored horse<<elseif $mount is 'eb'>>black horse<<elseif $mount is 'bay'>>mahogany bay colored draft horse<<elseif $mount is 'mule'>>a big grey mule<</if>>. You have the mark of the <<if $mark is 'tree'>>tree<<elseif $mark is 'sun'>>sun<<elseif $mark is 'storm'>>storm<<elseif $mark is 'plants'>>vine<<elseif $mark is 'night'>>night<<elseif $mark is 'mountain'>>mountain<</if>>. If these are correct: [[Proceed.|Ch 6 Skip.2]] If something is not right: [[Go back.|Ch 6 Skip]]

<<set $mark to 'mountain'>> <<nobr>><<if $pronouns is 'she'>> <<set $heshe to 'she'>> <<set $capitalheshe to 'She'>> <<set $hisher to 'her'>> <<set $capitalhisher to 'Her'>> <<set $himher to 'her'>> <<set $capitalhimher to 'Her'>> <<set $hishers to 'hers'>> <<set $capitalhishers to 'Hers'>> <<set $himselfherself to 'herself'>> <<set $capitalhimselfherself to 'Herself'>> <<set $manwoperson to 'woman'>> <<set $sondtrchild to 'daughter'>> <<elseif $pronouns is 'he'>> <<set $heshe to 'he'>> <<set $capitalheshe to 'He'>> <<set $hisher to 'his'>> <<set $capitalhisher to 'His'>> <<set $himher to 'him'>> <<set $capitalhimher to 'Him'>> <<set $hishers to 'his'>> <<set $capitalhishers to 'His'>> <<set $himselfherself to 'himself'>> <<set $capitalhimselfherself to 'Himself'>> <<set $manwoperson to 'man'>> <<set $sondtrchild to 'son'>> <<elseif $pronouns is 'they'>> <<set $heshe to 'they'>> <<set $capitalheshe to 'They'>> <<set $hisher to 'their'>> <<set $capitalhisher to 'Their'>> <<set $himher to 'them'>> <<set $capitalhimher to 'Them'>> <<set $hishers to 'theirs'>> <<set $capitalhishers to 'Theirs'>> <<set $himselfherself to 'themselves'>> <<set $capitalhimselfherself to 'Themselves'>> <<set $manwoperson to 'person'>> <<set $sondtrchild to 'child'>><</if>><</nobr>> Your name is $mc Northbreaker. You have $eyecolor eyes, and $skin skin. Your hair is $haircolor, <<if $greyhair is 'yes'>>has greyed prematurely, and you <<if $greyokay is 'yes'>>are<<else>>are not<</if>> okay with it.<<else>>and has not greyed prematurely.<</if>> Your hair is $hairlength and $hairtexture. You have a body that is $bodytype and are $height in height. You use "$pronouns" pronouns: $capitalheshe <<if $pronouns is "they">>are<<else>>is<</if>> charming, $heshe really <<if $pronouns is "they">>light<<else>>lights<</if>> up a room, $hisher parents are very protective. Your personality is $ReservedOutgoing, $GentleAssertive, $SeriousPlayful, and $RecklessCautious, and the way you flirt is seen as $BoldflirtShyflirt. Your favorite childhood treasure was the $favgift. Your current profession is $interest. Your hobby is $hobby. Your clothing style is $clothing. You have a sense of $mommyissues over your birth mother's death, and your goal for the year is about $goal. You have a wolf named $wolf, and a mount named $mountname. Your mount is a <<if $mount is 'chessy'>>flaxen chestnut colored horse<<elseif $mount is 'eb'>>black horse<<elseif $mount is 'bay'>>mahogany bay colored draft horse<<elseif $mount is 'mule'>>a big grey mule<</if>>. You have the mark of the <<if $mark is 'tree'>>tree<<elseif $mark is 'sun'>>sun<<elseif $mark is 'storm'>>storm<<elseif $mark is 'plants'>>vine<<elseif $mark is 'night'>>night<<elseif $mark is 'mountain'>>mountain<</if>>. If these are correct: [[Proceed.|Ch 6 Skip.2]] If something is not right: [[Go back.|Ch 6 Skip]]

<<nobr>> <<if $greyhair is 'yes'>><<set $greyhair to true>><</if>> <<if $greyokay is 'yes'>><<set $greyokay to true>><</if>> <<if $ReservedOutgoing is 'reserved'>><<set $ReservedOutgoing to 75>><<else>><<set $ReservedOutgoing to 25>><</if>> <<if $GentleAssertive is 'gentle'>><<set $GentleAssertive to 75>><<else>><<set $GentleAssertive to 25>><</if>> <<if $SeriousPlayful is 'serious'>><<set $SeriousPlayful to 75>><<else>><<set $SeriousPlayful to 25>><</if>> <<if $RecklessCautious is 'reckless'>><<set $RecklessCautious to 75>><<else>><<set $RecklessCautious to 25>><</if>> <<if $BoldflirtShyflirt is 'bold'>><<set $BoldflirtShyflirt to 75>><<else>><<set $BoldflirtShyflirt to 25>><</if>> <<if $interest is 'logger'>><<set $interest to 'choppin'>><<elseif $interest is 'carpenter'>><<set $interest to 'woodin'>><<elseif $interest is 'swordsman'>><<set $interest to 'swordin'>><<elseif $interest is 'archer'>><<set $interest to 'archin'>><<elseif $interest is 'healer'>><<set $interest to 'healin'>><<elseif $interest is 'trader'>><<set $interest to 'tradin'>><<elseif $interest is 'cook'>><<set $interest to 'cookin'>><</if>> <</nobr>> * Select RO Genders Zahn: <<listbox "$Zgender" autoselect>> <<option "man">> <<option "woman">> <</listbox>> Duri'naan: <<listbox "$Dgender" autoselect>> <<option "man">> <<option "woman">> <</listbox>> Rundis: <<listbox "$Rgender" autoselect>> <<option "man">> <<option "woman">> <</listbox>> [[Next: enter several relevant selections from previous chapters.|Ch 6 Skip.3]]

<<nobr>> <<if $Zgender is "woman">> <<set $Zgen to 'female'>> <<set $Zheshe to 'she'>> <<set $Zcapitalheshe to 'She'>> <<set $Zhisher to 'her'>> <<set $Zcapitalhisher to 'Her'>> <<set $Zhimher to 'her'>> <<set $Zcapitalhimher to 'Her'>> <<set $Zhishers to 'hers'>> <<set $Zcapitalhishers to 'Hers'>> <<set $Zhimselfherself to 'herself'>> <<set $Zcapitalhimselfherself to 'Herself'>> <<set $Zmanwoperson to 'woman'>> <<set $Zsondtrchild to 'daughter'>> <<elseif $Zgender is "man">> <<set $Zgen to 'male'>> <<set $Zheshe to 'he'>> <<set $Zcapitalheshe to 'He'>> <<set $Zhisher to 'his'>> <<set $Zcapitalhisher to 'His'>> <<set $Zhimher to 'him'>> <<set $Zcapitalhimher to 'Him'>> <<set $Zhishers to 'his'>> <<set $Zcapitalhishers to 'His'>> <<set $Zhimselfherself to 'himself'>> <<set $Zcapitalhimselfherself to 'Himself'>> <<set $Zmanwoperson to 'man'>> <<set $Zsondtrchild to 'son'>> <</if>> <<if $Dgender is "man">> <<set $Dgen to 'male'>> <<set $Dheshe to 'he'>> <<set $Dcapitalheshe to 'He'>> <<set $Dhisher to 'his'>> <<set $Dcapitalhisher to 'His'>> <<set $Dhimher to 'him'>> <<set $Dcapitalhimher to 'Him'>> <<set $Dhishers to 'his'>> <<set $Dcapitalhishers to 'His'>> <<set $Dhimselfherself to 'himself'>> <<set $Dcapitalhimselfherself to 'Himself'>> <<set $Dmanwoperson to 'man'>> <<set $Dsondtrchild to 'son'>> <<elseif $Dgender is "woman">> <<set $Dgen to 'female'>> <<set $Dheshe to 'she'>> <<set $Dcapitalheshe to 'She'>> <<set $Dhisher to 'her'>> <<set $Dcapitalhisher to 'Her'>> <<set $Dhimher to 'her'>> <<set $Dcapitalhimher to 'Her'>> <<set $Dhishers to 'hers'>> <<set $Dcapitalhishers to 'Hers'>> <<set $Dhimselfherself to 'herself'>> <<set $Dcapitalhimselfherself to 'Herself'>> <<set $Dmanwoperson to 'woman'>> <<set $Dsondtrchild to 'daughter'>> <</if>> <<if $Rgender is "woman">> <<set $Rgen to 'female'>> <<set $Rheshe to 'she'>> <<set $Rcapitalheshe to 'She'>> <<set $Rhisher to 'her'>> <<set $Rcapitalhisher to 'Her'>> <<set $Rhimher to 'her'>> <<set $Rcapitalhimher to 'Her'>> <<set $Rhishers to 'hers'>> <<set $Rcapitalhishers to 'Hers'>> <<set $Rhimselfherself to 'herself'>> <<set $Rcapitalhimselfherself to 'Herself'>> <<set $Rmanwoperson to 'woman'>> <<set $Rsondtrchild to 'daughter'>> <<elseif $Rgender is "man">> <<set $Rgen to 'male'>> <<set $Rheshe to 'he'>> <<set $Rcapitalheshe to 'He'>> <<set $Rhisher to 'his'>> <<set $Rcapitalhisher to 'His'>> <<set $Rhimher to 'him'>> <<set $Rcapitalhimher to 'Him'>> <<set $Rhishers to 'his'>> <<set $Rcapitalhishers to 'His'>> <<set $Rhimselfherself to 'himself'>> <<set $Rcapitalhimselfherself to 'Himself'>> <<set $Rmanwoperson to 'man'>> <<set $Rsondtrchild to 'son'>> <</if>><</nobr>> Select relationship to Oswin: <<listbox "$Ostat3" autoselect>> <<option 'friends'>> <<option 'romantic'>> <<option 'distant'>> <<option 'neutral'>> <</listbox>> **If romantic with Oswin: Have you had a long-time crush? <<listbox "$Obigfeels" autoselect>> <<option 'null'>> <<option 'yes'>> <<option 'no'>> <</listbox>> Select relationship to Zahn: <<listbox "$Zstat5" autoselect>> <<option 'friends'>> <<option 'romantic'>> <<option 'physical'>> <<option 'neutral'>> <<option 'suspicious'>> <</listbox>> Select relationship with Duri: <<listbox "$Dstat" autoselect>> <<option 'friends'>> <<option 'romantic'>> <<option 'neutral'>> <<option 'distrust'>> <</listbox>> Select relationship with Rune: <<listbox "$Rstat" autoselect>> <<option 'friends'>> <<option 'romantic'>> <<option 'neutral'>> <</listbox>> **If romantic with Rune: Did you openly express your interest? <<listbox "$Rtold" autoselect>> <<option 'null'>> <<option 'yes'>> <<option 'no'>> <</listbox>> For the time being, there will not be a way to completely avoid sexual things such as $mc being propositioned. There will always be the option to decline, and in the future, the sexual options can be switched off entirely. That said… Is $mc a virgin? <<listbox "$virgin" autoselect>> <<option 'null'>> <<option 'yes'>> <<option 'no'>> <</listbox>> Does $mc have any interest/experience with emotional/physical romance? <<listbox "$romance" autoselect>> <<option 'no interest'>> <<option 'interest and experience in both'>> <<option 'only physical experience'>> <<option 'feelings with no physical experience'>> <<option 'interest but no experience'>> <</listbox>> [[Continue.|Ch 6 Skip.4]]

<<nobr>><<if $Obigfeels is 'yes'>><<set $Obigfeels to true>><</if>> <<if $Zstat5 is 'friends'>><<set $Zphys to true>><<elseif $Zstat5 is 'romantic'>><<set $Zphys to true>><<elseif $Zstat5 is 'physical'>><<set $Zphys to true>><</if>> <<if $Rtold is 'yes'>><<set $Rtold to true>><</if>> <<if $romance is 'no interest'>><<set $romance to 'nointerest'>><<elseif $romance is 'interest and experience in both'>><<set $romance to 'experienced'>><<elseif $romance is 'only physical experience'>><<set $romance to 'onlyphysical'>><<elseif $romance is 'feelings with no physical experience'>><<set $romance to 'feelingsnophys'>><<elseif $romance is 'interest but no experience'>><<set $romance to 'interestednoxp'>><</if>> <<if $virgin is 'yes'>><<set $virgin to true>><</if>> <<if $Ostat3 is 'romantic'>><<set $romantic to true>><</if>> <<if $Zstat5 is 'romantic'>><<set $romantic to true>><</if>> <<if $Dstat is 'romantic'>><<set $romantic to true>><</if>> <<if $Rstat is 'romantic'>><<set $romantic to true>><</if>><</nobr>> <<if $virgin is true>><<set $knowkanta to false>><<else>>//If// you know Kanta as a regular or one-off sexual hookup, are they a man or a woman? <<listbox "$kanta" autoselect>> <<option 'null'>> <<option 'man'>> <<option 'woman'>> <</listbox>><</if>> --To make this easier on me, answer true or false to the following questions: In Chapter 3, during the rest in the forest clearing, you had a bath and: ** Oswin kept you company: <<listbox "$O3bath" autoselect>><<option false>><<option true>><</listbox>> OR ** Zahn kept you company: <<listbox "$Z3bath" autoselect>><<option false>><<option true>><</listbox>> OR *** During the bath with Zahn, you allowed $Zhimher to touch you intimately: <<listbox "$Zfool3" autoselect>><<option false>><<option true>><</listbox>> **Nathanael kept you company: <<listbox "$N3bath" autoselect>><<option false>><<option true>><</listbox>> In Chapter 3, if you made a honeycake to share with a friend… * Oswin ate your tasty cake: <<listbox "$cake3Oswin" autoselect>><<option false>><<option true>><</listbox>> OR * Zahn ate your tasty cake: <<listbox "$cake3Zahn" autoselect>><<option false>><<option true>><</listbox>> OR * Nathanael ate your tasty cake: <<listbox "$cake3Nathan" autoselect>><<option false>><<option true>><</listbox>> In Chapter 4, you pet Duri in $Dhisher giant wolf-form: <<listbox "$petduri" autoselect>> <<option true>> <<option false>> <</listbox>> In Chapter 4, you fed Duri in $Dhisher giant wolf-form: <<listbox "$fedduri" autoselect>> <<option true>> <<option false>> <</listbox>> <<nobr>><<if $Ostat3 is 'romantic'>>You tried to confess your romantic feelings to Oswin in Chapter 5 at the inn: <<listbox "$youtriedin5" autoselect>> <<option false>> <<option true>> <</listbox>><</if>><</nobr>> When you went to the city of Codrin, you were accosted by bandits: <<listbox "$ch5Broute" autoselect>> <<option false>> <<option true>> <</listbox>> You accepted Oswin's birthday gift made from the $favgift you cherished as a child: <<listbox "$acceptOgift" autoselect>> <<option false>> <<option true>> <</listbox>> <<nobr>><<if $Zstat5 is 'neutral'>>In Chapter 5, when Zahn told you $Zheshe was leaving for $Zhisher church for a few days, you followed in secret: <<listbox "$Zfollow" autoselect>> <<option false>> <<option true>> <</listbox>><<elseif $Zstat5 is 'suspicious'>>In Chapter 5, when Zahn told you $Zheshe was leaving for $Zhisher church for a few days, you followed in secret: <<listbox "$Zfollow" autoselect>> <<option false>> <<option true>> <</listbox>><<else>>You fooled around sexually with Zahn in Chapter 5: <<listbox "$Z5fool" autoselect>> <<option false>> <<option true>> <</listbox>><</if>><</nobr>> In Chapter 5, in the tavern when you saw Duri flirting with a young man, you pouted about it: <<listbox "$Dpout" autoselect>> <<option false>> <<option true>> <</listbox>> Who became defensive of you when the drunk guardsman wouldn't take no for an answer at the tavern? <<listbox "$ch5drunk" autoselect>> <<option 'Rune'>> <<option 'Duri'>> <</listbox>> In Chapter 5, who was the recipient of the gift from the market? Someone special, Emre, or your parents? <<listbox "$gift5" autoselect>> <<option 'special'>> <<option 'Emre'>> <<option 'parents'>> <</listbox>> In both Chapter 3 and Chapter 5, when you wrote to your parents, did you tell them everything that happened, just a summary of events, or did you only put a positive spin in your letters? <<listbox "$ch3letter" autoselect>> <<option 'everything'>> <<option 'summary'>> <<option 'positive'>> <</listbox>> Understandably, your curse has placed a great deal of stress on your body and your mind also suffers. How are you dealing or not dealing with it? Are you using reason to keep a level head, are you suppressing how you feel completely, crying about it, or letting bitterness steep within? <<listbox "$cursefatigue" autoselect>> <<option 'reason'>> <<option 'suppress'>> <<option 'crying'>> <<option 'bitter'>> <</listbox>> Though you are skilled in your occupation, you've still ended up with a scar or two from it. Most notably one: <<if $interest is 'choppin'>><<listbox "$scar" autoselect>> <<option 'below your right knee'>> <<option 'on your left shoulder'>> <<option 'through your right arm'>> <</listbox>> <span id="r1" class="look"><<link "below your right knee">><<reveal "r1" "How it happened:" "right knee">><</link>></span> <span id="r1" class="look"><<link "on your left shoulder">><<reveal "r1" "How it happened:" "left shoulder">><</link>></span> <span id="r1" class="look"><<link "through your right arm">><<reveal "r1" "How it happened:" "right arm">><</link>></span> <<elseif $interest is 'woodin'>><<listbox "$scar" autoselect>> <<option 'across one of your hands'>> <<option 'on the back of one thigh'>> <<option 'along your left temple'>> <</listbox>> <span id="r1" class="look"><<link "across one of your hands">><<reveal "r1" "How it happened:" "across hand">><</link>></span> <span id="r1" class="look"><<link "on the back of one thigh">><<reveal "r1" "How it happened:" "back of thigh">><</link>></span> <span id="r1" class="look"><<link "along your left temple">><<reveal "r1" "How it happened:" "left temple">><</link>></span> <<elseif $interest is 'swordin'>><<listbox "$scar" autoselect>> <<option 'up your back'>> <<option 'on your arm from Oswin'>> <<option 'on your ass'>> <</listbox>> <span id="r1" class="look"><<link "up your back">><<reveal "r1" "How it happened:" "up back">><</link>></span> <span id="r1" class="look"><<link "on your arm from Oswin">><<reveal "r1" "How it happened:" "Oswin arm">><</link>></span> <span id="r1" class="look"><<link "on your ass">><<reveal "r1" "How it happened:" "sword ass">><</link>></span> <<elseif $interest is 'archin'>><<listbox "$scar" autoselect>> <<option 'on the inside of one arm'>> <<option 'on the front of one shoulder'>> <<option 'on your ass'>> <</listbox>> <span id="r1" class="look"><<link "on the inside of one arm">><<reveal "r1" "How it happened:" "inside arm">><</link>></span> <span id="r1" class="look"><<link "on the front of one shoulder">><<reveal "r1" "How it happened:" "front shoulder">><</link>></span> <span id="r1" class="look"><<link "on your ass">><<reveal "r1" "How it happened:" "arrow ass">><</link>></span> <<elseif $interest is 'healin'>><<listbox "$scar" autoselect>> <<option 'from a burn on your left leg'>> <<option 'from a bite on your left arm'>> <<option 'that left your right hand notably marked up'>> <</listbox>> <span id="r1" class="look"><<link "from a burn on your left leg">><<reveal "r1" "How it happened:" "burn left leg">><</link>></span> <span id="r1" class="look"><<link "from a bite on your left arm">><<reveal "r1" "How it happened:" "bite left arm">><</link>></span> <span id="r1" class="look"><<link "that left your right hand notably marked up">><<reveal "r1" "How it happened:" "right hand marks">><</link>></span> <<elseif $interest is 'tradin'>><<listbox "$scar" autoselect>> <<option 'along your neck'>> <<option 'along your fingers'>> <<option 'through one eyebrow'>> <</listbox>> <span id="r1" class="look"><<link "along your neck">><<reveal "r1" "How it happened:" "neck">><</link>></span> <span id="r1" class="look"><<link "along your fingers">><<reveal "r1" "How it happened:" "fingers">><</link>></span> <span id="r1" class="look"><<link "through one eyebrow">><<reveal "r1" "How it happened:" "eyebrows">><</link>></span> <<elseif $interest is 'cookin'>><<listbox "$scar" autoselect>> <<option 'on your hand from a knife'>> <<option 'from a burn on your left arm'>> <<option 'right on your head'>> <</listbox>> <span id="r1" class="look"><<link "on your hand from a knife">><<reveal "r1" "How it happened:" "hand">><</link>></span> <span id="r1" class="look"><<link "from a burn on your left arm">><<reveal "r1" "How it happened:" "left arm burn">><</link>></span> <span id="r1" class="look"><<link "right on your head">><<reveal "r1" "How it happened:" "head">><</link>></span> <</if>> [[Continue.|Ch 6 Skip.5]]

<<nobr>> <<if $kanta is 'man'>><<set $knowkanta to true>><<set $kanta to 'male'>><</if>> <<if $kanta is 'woman'>><<set $knowkanta to true>><<set $kanta to 'female'>><</if>> <<if $kanta is 'null'>><<set $knowkanta to false>><</if>> <<if $cursefatigue is 'reason'>><<set $cursestress +=2>><</if>> <<if $cursefatigue is 'suppress'>><<set $cursestress +=6>><</if>> <<if $cursefatigue is 'crying'>><<set $cursestress +=4>><</if>> <<if $cursefatigue is 'bitter'>><<set $cursestress +=3>><</if>> <</nobr>> What feelings do you have toward Aster? <<listbox "$Astat" autoselect>> <<option 'romantic'>> <<option 'friends'>> <<option 'neutral'>> <<option 'distrust'>> <<option 'afraid'>> <<option 'conflicted'>> <</listbox>> ("Conflicted" refers to having a mix of both fearful and romantic feelings for him.) What's your favorite flower from this list? <<listbox "$flower" autoselect>> <<option 'aster'>> <<option 'yarrow'>> <<option 'lily'>> <<option 'poppy'>> <<option 'forget-me-not'>> <<option 'daisy'>> <<option 'peony'>> <<option 'foxglove'>> <</listbox>> In Chapter 4, when the horses were lost in the forest and you had to choose to split up with either Oswin or Zahn, who did you go with? <<listbox "$ch4split" autoselect>> <<option 'Oswin'>> <<option 'Zahn'>> <</listbox>> <<if $ch4Broute is true>>During the fight with the bandits, you got caught unawares and one of your companions reflexively raced to help you. Who was it that took a knife with your name on it? <<listbox "$friendhurt" autoselect>> <<option 'Oswin'>> <<option 'Zahn'>> <<option 'Duri'>> <</listbox>> * You blame yourself for them getting hurt: <<listbox "$selfblame5" autoselect>> <<option true>> <<option false>> <</listbox>><</if>> After being abducted and then rescued in Chapter 5… Was your impulse-reaction to push the ordeal down, cry, scream, or were you frozen? <<listbox "$aresponse" autoselect>><<option 'pushdown'>><<option 'cry'>><<option 'scream'>><<option 'frozen'>><</listbox>> When Aster killed Jasper without a second thought, you were outraged: <<listbox "$altruist" autoselect>> <<option false>> <<option true>> <</listbox>> You vomited upon seeing Jasper killed: <<listbox "$sensitivestomach" autoselect>> <<option false>> <<option true>> <</listbox>> Your journey to the city was very hard on your body… What sorts of new characteristics are you bringing home with you? * Your skin is ashy: <<listbox "$ashyskin" autoselect>> <<option false>> <<option true>> <</listbox>> * You've lost a lot of weight: <<listbox "$weightloss" autoselect>> <<option false>> <<option true>> <</listbox>> * There are significant dark circles under your eyes: <<listbox "$darkcircles" autoselect>> <<option false>> <<option true>> <</listbox>> * You received a scar when a tree branch skewered your shoulder as you fell through the landslide: <<listbox "$shoulderpuncture" autoselect>> <<option false>> <<option true>> <</listbox>> <<if $scar is 'on your left shoulder'>>You have had the worst fucking luck with trees, my dude. Maybe you should rethink being a logger??? They're out to get you at this point.<</if>> Are you comfortable with childern? <<listbox "$children" autoselect>> <<option "nope">> <<option "yes">> <</listbox>> [[Chapter 6]]

Just a couple years into logging with Papa, you found yourself a bit careless – maybe over-confident – and missed your mark while splitting a log. You managed to bring your newly sharpened axe head directly into your right leg. Thankfully, it did not get embedded, but you ended up with a nasty cut that Kavi had to sew shut. The mark is faded a bit with age but runs nearly halfway down your leg below the knee.

You ended up with a nasty tear in your left shoulder blade one day while felling a tree. Ironically, it wasn't the tree you were cutting that ended up giving you the wound. An adjacent tree was weak from a recent storm and fell along with yours, but its trajectory was towards you. You barely managed to avoid being crushed but took a nasty hit to your shoulder as the tree scraped you. At least, in the end, you were able to use both trees.

Embarrassingly, you managed to injure yourself by sheer clumsiness. While felling trees, you caught your shoe on a root and managed to tumble down what felt like the biggest hill in the known world. You rolled and rolled, smacking every rock and stick there was to be found. You were unconscious for a bit after, but your papa roused you and got you back home. You had cuts and bruises everywhere, but the worst was that a thin sharp stick had managed to deeply puncture your right arm. It bled a lot, but you were otherwise fine.

You discovered early on in your experiences with carpentry, that sometimes the smallest tools can do the most damage. While etching an intricate pattern into a table leg, your blade slipped and ripped through the opposite hand that you had mistakenly placed in the direction you were cutting. It bled a great deal and had to be sewn shut. You now have a dark scar across the top of one hand.

You bear a scar on the back of one thigh from a tragic sitting accident. As you were testing a chair you had designed, feeling perhaps a bit over-confident that the structure was sound, the piece gave way. It collapsed in spectacular fashion and you with it, sending one of the iron nails you had used directly under the flesh of your thigh. You very quietly treated your wound and ended up with a scar that few would see.

A benign-looking mark sits just at your left temple, partially skewed by your hairline. It is barely noticeable now, though the experience that led to it was a bit frightening. As you were measuring and cutting logs into planks for a big project, a large board you had propped up and turned your back on lost its balance. You heard a noise, so you turned to look in time as the board came down – striking you right in the head. It hit you very hard and you were unconscious for quite a while before you were found. The scrape healed fine, but you were concussed and plagued by headaches, nausea, and confusion for several days. You feared your mind would never be the same, but recovered well after some time.

It goes without saying that injuries and scars are more likely when learning such a skill as swordsmanship. You've inherited several nicks and bruises, but the worst thus far is a long scar running nearly half of your back. You won a – what was supposed to be friendly – spar with another kid when you were still in the early stages of learning with a real sword. Your opponent did not take it well, and as soon as your back was turned, he took a cheap swipe at you. His intent, he claimed, was just to give you a slight prick with the tip of his blade. He misjudged his distance and cut you from waist to shoulder – deep enough that the wound had to be packed and sewn. You had never seen your da so feral before, and the kid kept his distance from then on.

Because you were learning the sword from Da, you ran into Oswin on several occasions. He was intent on training for the guard, and Da worked with him a great deal. Though he had been standoffish and strange over the years with you, he was civil during training and seemed to enjoy sparring with you, though the moment you caught a glimpse of your former closeness, he rolled himself back again. During such a training, you'd both been running a little hot with aggravation, sparring like your lives were actually at risk. Oswin was trouncing you handily, and in his fervor, accidentally injured you, his blade ripping through your armor and through the top of your right arm. Oswin was immensely remorseful and cared for your wound himself. You don't think he ever quite forgave himself.

You have a dark scar running along the middle of your left buttock. You don't like talking about it.

Learning archery from your da always left you in wonder. He was so masterful in the art, that at times it could be a little discouraging when you didn't feel like you could be as good as him. He had to remind you a lot that he had many years of practice on you and that there was no rush. You did some extra practice sometimes to work on your aim. However, one time, your thoughts were so clouded by the pressure to improve that you forgot to wear your arm guard. Your bowstring struck your forearm so hard that it split the skin wide open. It was bruised and tender for a long time and left you with a thin scar.

You'd worked very hard with your da to improve your archery skills enough to compete. The surrounding local villages held small tournaments each year around the time of other festivals and celebrations, so you were never left wanting for a place to test your skill. During one such competition, you not only placed, but you took first, unseating a reigning champion who had taken the title every year for over a decade. They did not take it well, and to show their displeasure, shot you. Thankfully, a fellow competitor was able to disrupt the shot – skewing the aim and strength of the blow. The arrow still pierced the meat of your right shoulder but did not lodge fully. Papa wrangled the perpetrator himself when the local guard failed to; you'd never seen him quite so angry.

You have three parallel scars in the center of your right buttock and you don't like talking about them.

You wouldn't think that a field centered around healing and care could ever result in many injuries. For the most part, it is quite safe for the practitioner; however, against all odds, you've managed to gain a large scar that spans half of your lower leg below your left knee. While boiling a concoction to use in burn ointment, something in your pot reacted poorly. The cauldron boiled over and erupted, spewing the hot and – unfortunately – sticky brew at you. As you were not able to dodge fast enough, your leg, and thankfully only your leg, was coated and burned. Emre and Willow assisted you in mending the flesh afterward. Ironically, your concoction made a fantastic ointment after it had cooled, and it aided your recovery.

While assisting Kavi and Emre with a patient who was suffering from a bout of delirium, you were bitten. Unfortunately, at the time, you were alone with the woman who was supposed to be asleep after Kavi gave her a dose of a sleeping tonic. She woke suddenly, became frightened, and clamped down on your upper left arm hard enough that she drew blood – lots of it. It was horribly painful, and the patient refused to let go, being too out of mind to think rationally. You did not want to injure her since you knew she was not hurting you intentionally. Emre heard the commotion and came to your rescue, getting her to release you by throwing a powder made from hot pepper seeds at her. She let go, but the powder also made your wound burn. It wasn't a great day, but you avoided infection, and you still have a bite-shaped scar to remind you.

Early on in your learning, you had taken to rummaging through parts of the woods that people did not often frequent in search of herbs and useful plants to use in your craft. You'd been very fortunate in your findings and found a particularly nice area with all manner of valuable plants – willow trees, mushrooms, goatweed – all for you to harvest. After a visit, you found that your hands became quite itchy, which wasn't uncommon when foraging, so you thought nothing of it. Later in the night, you awoke to a burning pain on your skin. The flesh of your hands was extremely irritated, raised, and beginning to split. You'd obviously found something poisonous, though you never recalled coming across anything you could not identify. Kavi was not sure what it was either, but he had creams to help soothe it. It took days for the pain and swelling to subside, and it brought on a fever as well. Though both hands were affected, only your right was scarred, leaving a dark patch below your thumb with jagged pale lines that ran across the back of your hand.

One would not think trading and merchandising would lead to many physical wounds – unless you were robbed – but you have found that it is not a job that will leave you unscathed. However, most bumps and bruises have been caused by small accidents and occasional clumsiness and nothing too serious. One such occasion, though, did turn serious and left you with a scar that spans your neck. As you were porting a small cart of furs for your father to a neighbor that lives a little ways out of town, your donkey became spooked. She could not be soothed, and one more sudden noise from the woods caused her to bolt. You had a leather bag slung over your shoulder that caught on the reins as the donkey ran. The strap tightened around your neck and you were dragged along the road until it finally gave way. It left a rash of torn skin with a very bad memory and a sore neck.

Your work isn't inherently too dangerous, especially as you stick very close to town and nearby villages. Though you are known to be a shrewd business dealer, you may not always take the wisest of actions. During a visit to a neighboring tavern, an unruly and very drunk patron challenged you to a game of pinfinger. You promptly ignored her and continued about your business as she carried on, trying to get your attention. She finally threw down a large sack of gold in front of you, saying that she would buy everything you had in your cart if you'd play her game. It felt like easy money. The woman was piss drunk. The sack of gold she offered for your wares would put you ahead by leaps and bounds. So, you accepted. The first one to nick themselves would lose. You were certain that she'd cut a finger in the first set. She did not. It turned out, she was quite good at the game, even while drunk. Though, you were also quite good – being sober – and lasted quite a while. Your knife came down hard on your middle finger, slicing it to the bone. Papa always made sure your knives were razor sharp. The plus to that was that it cut through so easily that you barely felt it at first. The red blood was unmistakable though. The woman cheered for her win and your performance and even helped treat the wound. She still bought a good deal of your stock and then made you a marriage proposal which you promptly turned down.

While returning from a trip across town to buy some supplies from a fellow merchant, you tripped and fell face-first into your wagon, giving you a nasty black eye and a split eyebrow on the right side of your face. You hit so hard that you fell unconscious and awoke to your donkey licking your ear and nuzzling you. You hadn't even realized the damage done to your face until you arrived back home and your papa practically bowled all the furniture over to get to you. Your split brow had bled enough to coat most of your face in red. You healed but your brow was never the same. Da tells you that it makes you look tough though.

There can be many dangers in the kitchen, though for the most part, it's a safe endeavor as long as your wits are about you. Unfortunately, though, even you have bad days. On one such day, you were lost in thought as you were cutting bread rolls in half. All manner of safe knife-handling that Papa had taught you was far from your mind at the time, and you were holding each roll, cutting them in your hand. At about the fifth roll, you discovered the error of your ways and sliced directly into your palm. You were unable to use your hand for several days afterward and got a lecture from Papa.

Unfortunately, as you began doing bigger jobs when you became known for your food, you also had to work with other aspiring cooks. Not all of these people had the skill and wherewithal that you did, which led to some mishaps. One such mishap gave you a bad burn on your left upper arm. An assistant, working with you at a holiday banquet for a wealthy family, caused a grease fire in the small kitchen you were crammed into. The boy panicked and immediately threw a bucket of water at the flames while you were in the line of fire. The water and grease splashed up and you barely raised your arm in time to protect the side of your face. Some of the skin on your arm was left gnarled, but thankfully nothing else on you was injured. The assistant was fired and the homeowner compensated you a great deal for the trouble.

A pan fell on you. It scarred your forehead. You don't like talking about it.

<<set $Obrotherfeels to false>><<set $Willowcrush to true>> You shake your head with a smile. "I guess I could understand where you might come to that conclusion. But, he's always been a friend…maybe a brother too – the closest thing I've had to one at least. And I'm sure he's only ever considered me family. We grew up side by side. Perhaps we're like Sage and Poppy in that respect, too close to not…be close." You shrug. Oswin rubs his hands together, looking away from you but smiling. "Not that it would have been a bad thing. You two would have been great together if you ever wanted that…" You clear your throat. “I did...um, well, I may have had a small crush of sorts on Willow.” Oswin leans back suddenly and gawks at you. Looking pointedly away, you chuckle nervously. “She’s sweet. It fizzled out after a while, especially when Emre was getting...um...” He snorts. “Unbearable?” You nod. “Unbearable about her,” you agree. Despite the revelation, Oswin smiles. “Never thought that soft-spoken Willow could have stolen your attention. I only ever thought my brother would...” <<if $Ostat3 is 'romantic'>>Curiosity sparks in your heart as you think he looks a little…relieved.<</if>> "Would you trust me with your brother?" you ask. He snorts. "The real question is – would I trust him with you? At the rate he and Willow are filling the house with children…I fear we'll need to build on again before long." You shake your head. "He can't even grow a mustache but has zero problems in that area." "Did he tell you that they also want to adopt someday?" "In addition to the two plus two on the way?" Oswin nods. "They wanted to for their first kids, but the orphanage in Lale didn't have any at the time. Well, there were two older children, but they had refused to go." He laughs. "Emre pouted so hard, but these kids were past their name day and weren't //that// much younger than he and Willow in the grand scheme. So, Yan came along after that happened." Your mouth drops. "He never told me about that. Why didn't he tell me?" A part of you is a little sad. "Try not to take it personally, Emre was very upset about it not working out. He told me…he told me that he wanted to give a home to a kid like you. He saw how loved you are by your fathers, how it made you no different from flesh and blood, and he wanted to give that to another child. I think they will still try for that when the time is right. And…between you and me, I don't think they ever imagined they'd end up with twins this time." He sighs, but it's a happy sound. "You should probably go ahead and make some plans to add on to the house…" The two of you share a laugh. [[After you settle down a bit, you both decide to head back to camp.|6.11]]

<<set $Obrotherfeels to true>><<set $WillowEmrecrush to true>> You feel a bit caught all of a sudden. Surprisingly, you haven't really been confronted with any suggestions or feelings about your closest friend, let alone his wife. Even your parents always assumed you only felt for them as friends or family members. <<if $Ostat3 is 'romantic'>>You suddenly ponder how Oswin might feel if he knew. Would he be upset or angry? Could it ruin your chances of any future you may have with him?<<if $Obigfeels is true>> You've held feels for him for a long time as it is, would he think less of you if your feeling for the brothers may have intersected a bit?<</if>><<else>>You wonder how it would make Oswin feel. You don't suppose it would matter much to him, and as he suggested, it would make sense.<</if>> You and Emre were practically attached at the hip your whole lives; it was only natural that something could spark. When Willow entered the picture and became much closer to you both, you felt a sort of...deep resonance which surpassed friendship when you were all together. It just… didn't spark the same way for them. You've already processed your feelings on that, and it's in the past… [[You'll tell Oswin now and clear the air.|6.10k2]] [[You'd rather keep this information to yourself.|6.10i]]

<<set $Obrotherfeels to false>><<set $twincrush to true>> You shake your head with a smile. "I guess I could understand where you might come to that conclusion. But, he's always been a friend…maybe a brother too – the closest thing I've had to one at least. And I'm sure he's only ever considered me family. We grew up side by side. Perhaps we're like Sage and Poppy in that respect, too close to not…be close." You shrug, deciding to avoid the topic of his sisters entirely. Oswin grins at you, though. He grins in a bizarre way back at you. The look in his eyes tells you that he knows there’s something you’re not saying. “What?” you ask, trying to appear relaxed. He shrugs. “I mean...perhaps Emre wasn’t really of interest...but maybe my sisters instead?” Forcing a laugh, you wave a hand at him. “That’s...no, that’s-” “They told us.” Your fake smile vanishes immediately. “Excuse me?” You know for certain you never told the twins of your little crush. “We discussed it over dinner one evening, years ago.” The blood leaves your face. “//What//?” “Sage and Poppy figured it out; they brought it up to tease me and Emre over dinner. Ma got a big kick out of it, thought it was sweet.” You roll your eyes. “I was young, it was before I knew they were evil!” The two of you laugh, but you wonder if the twins will ever bring it up again...surely they don’t remember... Oswin rubs his hands together, looking away from you but smiling. "Either way, with my sisters or with my brother, it’s not that it would have been a bad thing. You would have been great together if you ever wanted that…" <<if $Ostat3 is 'romantic'>>Curiosity sparks in your heart as you think he looks a little…relieved.<</if>> "Would you trust me with your brother?" you ask. He snorts. "The real question is – would I trust him with you? At the rate he and Willow are filling the house with children…I fear we'll need to build on again before long." You shake your head. "He can't even grow a mustache but has zero problems in that area." "Did he tell you that they also want to adopt someday?" "In addition to the two plus two on the way?" Oswin nods. "They wanted to for their first kids, but the orphanage in Lale didn't have any at the time. Well, there were two older children, but they had refused to go." He laughs. "Emre pouted so hard, but these kids were past their name day and weren't //that// much younger than he and Willow in the grand scheme. So, Yan came along after that happened." Your mouth drops. "He never told me about that. Why didn't he tell me?" A part of you is a little sad. "Try not to take it personally, Emre was very upset about it not working out. He told me…he told me that he wanted to give a home to a kid like you. He saw how loved you are by your fathers, how it made you no different from flesh and blood, and he wanted to give that to another child. I think they will still try for that when the time is right. And…between you and me, I don't think they ever imagined they'd end up with twins this time." He sighs, but it's a happy sound. "You should probably go ahead and make some plans to add on to the house…" The two of you share another laugh. [[After you settle down a bit, you both decide to head back to camp.|6.11]]

<<set $Obrofeeltold to true>> "Well…" you start. Oswin looks at you, his eyes a bit wide. <<if $Ostat3 is 'romantic'>>"Um, this might be a little awkward…I did have some feelings for him for a while, and I might have also felt pretty warm towards Willow at the same time. But I don't anymore! Just to be completely clear, it's in the past. I just thought… since you brought it up, I should be transparent. We're all just friends, though, and I'm fine with how things turned out.<<else>>"I did have some feelings for him for a while, and I might have also felt pretty warm towards Willow at the same time. It just didn't work out, as you know. But it's fine, I processed my feelings, and I'm okay.<</if>> He nods, shifting in his seat. "I see…. Well, like I said…things do change over time. People change, feelings…change. I’m sorry, did you say AND Willow? At once? As in separately or..." You shake your head quickly. “No...as in //together//, at the same time.” He pauses for a moment. “I, well, I’ve heard of small groups who love like that, but I’ve not met anyone who does.” His eyebrows go up. “That’s...well, that sort of beautiful now that I think about it... Probably not for me, though.” "Does it not feel strange to know that now?" <<if $Ostat3 is 'romantic'>>"Maybe a little, if I'm honest. Not that it's a bad thing, and I don't…I don't think or feel any differently about you or them, so don't think that. I just…need to digest it. Sort of makes you wonder how life would have been different…"<<else>>"Not necessarily…I just need to absorb the idea, I suppose. I had no idea…"<</if>> Oswin goes silent for a bit, looking like he's thinking a bit too hard about it. "Would you trust me with your brother, or I guess, your brother and his wife?" you ask to move things along from the topic. He snaps from thought and snorts. "The real question is – would I trust them with you? At the rate he and Willow are filling the house with children…I fear we'll need to build on again before long." You shake your head. "He can't even grow a mustache but has zero problems in that area." "Did he tell you that they also want to adopt someday?" "In addition to the two plus two on the way?" Oswin nods. "They wanted to for their first kids, but the orphanage in Lale didn't have any at the time. Well, there were two older children, but they had refused to go." He laughs. "Emre pouted so hard, but these kids were past their name day and weren't //that// much younger than he and Willow in the grand scheme. So, Yan came along after that happened." Your mouth drops. "He never told me about that. Why didn't he tell me?" A part of you is a little sad. "Try not to take it personally, Emre was very upset about it not working out. He told me… he told me he wanted to give a home to a kid like you. He saw how loved you are by your fathers, how it made you no different from flesh and blood, and he wanted to give that to another child. I think they will still try for that when the time is right. And…between you and me, I don't think they ever imagined they'd end up with twins this time." He sighs, but it's a happy sound. "You should probably go ahead and make some plans to add on to the house…" The two of you share a laugh. [[After you settle down a bit, you both decide to head back to camp.|6.11]]

As you watch the little blond cry, a feeling of numbness creeps up your back. Zahn is so…kind, mild; you'd even say small by many standards. <<if $Zstat5 is 'neutral'>>Your feelings never clearly swayed one way or another toward the little cult member in the end<<if $Zstat is 'friends'>>, even if you thought you could be friends at first<</if>>. Maybe staying neutral wasn't enough. You still feel the creeping dread of betrayal sliding up your spine.<<elseif $Zstat5 is 'friends'>>You think you hear a fissure form in your heart. This is a person you readily call 'friend.' $Zcapitalheshe shared meals and laughs with you, traveled at your side, and kept you company. It was supposed to be something…better, not this.<<elseif $Zstat5 is 'romantic'>>You feel your heart shatter. It takes your breath away and chokes you. How could a person who so easily brought sunlight to your life be an assassin? Was anything between you real? Is Zahn just a con artist who stole your heart, as $Zhehse planned to steal your life as well?<<elseif $Zstat5 is 'physical'>>You think you hear a fissure form in your heart. This is a person you readily called a friend.' $Zcapitalheshe shared meals and laughs with you, traveled at your side, and kept you company. It was supposed to be something…better, not this.<<elseif $Zstat5 is 'sus'>>You were right. You were right… So, why does it still feel so bad? You still feel the creeping dread of betrayal sliding up your spine. $Zcapitalheshe got so close to you and your companions. Your //family///. Even if you didn't place much trust in Zahn, you're not quite sure if assassin was on your list of reasons why.<<if $Zstat is 'friends'>> At the start, you had even wanted to be friends. Why did it have to turn out //like this//?<</if>><</if>> Everyone is quiet, watching you as you watch $Zhimher. The only sound is Zahn's crying, mixed with pleas for forgiveness.<<if $giftbracelet is 'Z'>> $Zcapitalheshe is wearing the bracelet you gave $Zhimher. For some reason, that makes this hurt worse. $Zcapitalheshe presses it to $Zhisher lips as if it can receive the apologies on your behalf.<</if>><<if $toldparents is 'Zahn'>> You're spiraling. You even told your parents about your affections for $Zhimher.<</if>><<if $roomie is 'Zahn'>>Zahn shared your bed too. You slept next to $Zhimher night after night and never thought to question your safety. But…$Zheshe never, obviously, killed you.<</if>> Zahn had opportunities – plenty of them – and never killed you. But does that really mean $Zheshe wouldn't have eventually? Even at the start, at your first chance encounter, it would have been easy. You were ill…weakened and unattended. $Zcapitalheshe had the shot lined up. $Zcapitalheshe //had the shot//. Your eyes narrow on Zahn's. "When we met on the road through the forest, it wasn't chance, was it?" $Zcapitalheshe shakes $Zhisher head. Oswin sighs. The sound is part sadness and part defeat. You steel your heart. "Were you actually going to shoot me?" "No!" $Zheshe cries. "No! I swear it. I swear on my own life!" Zahn begins to stammer. "Never, I never intended to go through with it, I couldn't. I know, I know it looks bad thinking back. The first time you saw me, I was aiming…but no, I promise that I was trying to keep you from getting bitten by the snake." Your da chimes in. "Let's…let's sit down." His tone is calm but strained. "I need, I think we all need to hear this from the beginning." He looks down at Zahn. "From the very beginning." Aster clears his throat. "This is a waste. Just throw $Zhimher to the guard, you have a confession even if $Zheshe didn't carry it out. For all you know $Zheshe will just lie." "Fuck off," Duri says. The lightness in $Dhisher tone is unsettling. "Fuck //off//. Sunflower gets to tell $Zhisher story. No one would be the wiser, but $Zheshe confessed anyway. Shitty people don't do that, so $Zheshe gets a say." The demigod stalks up to Aster. Even while half-shifted, $Dheshe isn't as tall as the noble, but there's an intensity that $Dheshe carries, even while exhausted, that makes everyone feel uneasy. You note the fur along $Dhisher ears and tail stands on end, and $Dhisher fangs are pronounced. "I know liars," Duri spits. "If Sunflower lies, I'll know. Something you teeter dangerously on every time you fucking speak. So, shut your mouth, //Ass//." To everyone's shock, Aster says nothing in rebuttal. He doesn't look happy, but he stands down. A piece of you wonders if Duri’s revealed origins have anything to do with that, or if Aster is simply out of energy to argue. Papa gently places a hand on Duri's shoulder, making $Dhimher jolt initially before $Dheshe begins to relax. Your papa pats $Dhisher back and steers $Dhimher away. The demigod looks stormy. It's obvious that $Dheshe is still a bit ill, which probably isn't helping $Dhimher feel any better right now. Oswin and Rune look at you with remorse in their expressions as everyone begins to file into the den. [[It's going to be a long night.|7.1]]

Zahn manages to dry $Zhisher eyes, though has been besieged with hiccups from crying so hard. $Zcapitalheshe looks pathetic<<if $Zstat5 is 'sus'>>, even making you feel a little bad<</if>>. Papa brings $Zhimher a glass of water and a handkerchief, and Zahn uses them to dry tears and settle the hiccups so $Zheshe can explain things. Most everyone hangs toward the back of the room so Zahn can be center stage in front of the fireplace, which is now down to embers. Aster broods in one corner while Duri flops down on the floor close to Zahn, probably to offer a bit of support. Da ushers you to the divan to sit in the middle so he and Papa can sit on either side. Rune pulls a chair up behind the divan, and Oswin stays standing, looking antsy as he hovers over Da’s shoulder. The pilgrim – the //assassin// – is clearly nervous. When everyone is settled and quiet, $Zhisher blue eyes meet your gaze. <<if $Zphys is true>>There's so much sorrow there. You feel it. But maybe your feelings are lying to you, trying desperately to hold on to a friend.<<else>>There's a complicated wave of feelings. The sorrow looks genuine, but you need to hear everything for yourself before you decide how to feel.<</if>> Even if you somehow find acceptance for Zahn, you don't know how it will leave you feeling afterward. A part of you also fears losing a solution to your curse, unless $Zheshe lied about that as well. "So…" Zahn starts, voice weak. "I…um." $Zcapitalheshe takes a breath. "I swear, I will tell you everything I know. But I realize that the first thing you'll want to know is //why//." You nod along with your parents. $Zcapitalhisher shoulders slump. "I don't really have that answer, nothing that makes sense at least. The Acceptor sent me, but he only told me what I was supposed to do, your name, and what you looked like." Da huffs. "And he knew all of that, how?" Zahn's lower jaw quivers. "I really don't know, I really don't. He told me…" $Zcapitalheshe looks at you with a deep frown. "All he told me was that you were evil. That's all he would say is that you had to d–d…die because you were a curse that would destroy everything our church stood for." You furrow your brow, wondering how you could dismantle a church that you didn't even know existed until this season. The phrasing bothers you, and memories of your nightmare surface. //You are the curse.// "I tried to ask questions, I did. I never wanted to murder anyone, and I didn't want to do it. He told me that you weren't even like a real person, and so it was okay. He said because it would do more good for the world, that Din would forgive me, and I would be a hero." Oswin shifts suddenly and interrupts. "Were you already in the habit of committing crimes for your acceptor?" Zahn shifts nervously. "Not…not murder." "But?" He folds his arms and looks at Zahn with venom in his gaze. "He made me do other things. I…um…" A red blush colors $Zhisher cheeks, and there's a disgusted twist in your gut about the relationship Zahn has had with this Acceptor. You don't suggest it, and only listen. Zahn takes a moment to fight through the embarrassment. "I didn't always understand why or what he was doing. He wasn't…I just didn't understand at the time, but he made me do things even back when the church first took me in. He was elevated to Acceptor because of the things I did, but I didn't realize that until much later." "Things like?" Oswin pushes. A look of shame passes over Zahn's face. "I did things that discredited the others who were in line to become Acceptor. I stole things to set them up and changed some documents. I…um, I. He made me seduce one, and put him in a compromising…position. Well, sort of – it wasn't like I…. The man already- well, he //watched// me a lot and gave me things all the time, and the Acceptor noticed. I didn't understand that until later, too." Duri looks up at that. "Sunflower…" Zahn won't look back at $Dhimher. The demigod won't let that settle, though. "Did they hurt you?" "Not…I guess not really. It didn't go //too// far, but I hated it. He made me feel really gross." Aster scoffs. "How exactly would seduction sway your cult leadership? They tend to prize such things, parade their conquests, even use sex to lure in new members." He makes a good point, and you recall Zahn saying that relationships were generally accepted in $Zhisher church. Not that you'd ever condone anything being forced on $Zhimher, but you've noticed that $Zheshe is, physically, quite comfortable with people. Again, Zahn looks distressed. "I was…it was before my nameday." The implication settles horribly, erasing everything you just assumed. Even Aster looks mortified. Duri's eyes glow with anger, and your parents look like they're about to be sick. You look at Zahn and see someone caught in an impossible situation. $Zcapitalheshe was manipulated from the start and used as a pawn, even though $Zheshe was just a child. Da leans forward. "I'll say this now, and then I want you to continue your story. But you have //nothing// to feel ashamed about. This acceptor fellow and the ass that looked at you in that way should be shamed //to death//. You and I are going to have a chat about that after this, okay?" Zahn nods and gives a weak smile. [[Da's mercy warms your heart despite the heaviness of the moment.|7.2]]

Oswin shifts forward, and his tone softens considerably. "I'm sorry you went through that. I understand that your church has been your home and family, so that must have…that must have been painful." Zahn nods, but doesn't say anything more about it. "So," Oswin continues. "That's why you sought us out…" $Zcapitalheshe nods. "I…I followed you for a while first. The Acceptor sent me out pretty quickly after he assigned the task to me. I was in Lale already. He…he also knew that you were headed toward Valko's shrine. At least, he said you were 'likely' headed there." You sigh. "The missing food?" "Yeah," Zahn confirms with a nod. "I wasn't given much, and it was hard to find and keep up with you. Sorry." "But why wait?" Oswin asks. "At any time, you could have approached us to even ask for rations. It happens, travelers often try to share if someone is in need." Zahn shrugs. "I was told to kill $mc at the earliest opportunity, and like I said, I never wanted to. But…I admit I was conflicted. It felt wrong to do, no matter how many times he tried to say you were bad. I guess I just wanted to see for myself." You hum. <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"I'm glad you were rational, at least."<<else>>"Glad you took the apples before taking my life."<</if>> Oswin makes a circular gesture with his arm. "And when you finally revealed yourself?" "Well, //you// scared me," Zahn says. "<<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>But, $mc seemed kind to me. Sweet.<<else>>$mc seemed stern to me, but…not in a bad way, in a fair way. No offense, Oswin, but $heshe felt more…reasonable and approachable.<</if>> $capitalheshe definitely didn't seem evil. I hadn't really known many people outside of the church. Our teachings discuss how outsiders are perceived as bad people who need to be //corrected// before we can bring them into Din's family. I was curious after watching you and hearing what you said. You never talked about plans to end the world or anything.<<if $insomnia is 'true'>> I saw how much trouble you had sleeping.<</if>> And then I saw you get sick…collapse." More tears begin to shine in Zahn's eyes. "I saw how Oswin cared for you, how upset and terrified he was for you. That's not evil. If you were evil…if you were a bad person…he wouldn't have been so worried and tried so hard to make you better." Oswin rubs the back of his neck when you look at him. The journey to the shrine feels like a lifetime ago, yet you still remember falling ill, quite literally, as if it were yesterday. Zahn shuffles in place. "When Oswin was gone, I debated. I was convinced that the Acceptor was wrong. I already knew I didn't have it in me to kill an innocent person anyway, but if I went back and refused…I didn't know what he'd do to me. I thought about running away, but I was scared. I wanted to talk…I wanted to be your friend too, I guess." Tears fall from $Zhisher eyes again. "I wanted someone like Oswin to be worried about me if I was sick, and maybe it was stupid…it was impulsive. But I startled you and $mountname when I was coming into your camp to say hi." You look Zahn right in the eye. "So, it really was that you were intending to shoot the snake? It wasn't a coincidence or anything?" $Zcapitalheshe shakes $Zhisher head adamantly. "I swear it. If I wanted, if I actually wanted to…" $Zcapitalheshe makes a disgusted face. "Do //that//, I'd have just let the snake bite you." Oswin sighs. "And that…I hate to even say it, but that would have been the perfect cover story. I'd have never…" He shakes his head, clearly not enjoying the thought. "I'd have felt responsible," Zahn adds. "I'm the one who startled you, so I…it was my fault you even got that close to the viper and didn't notice." You watch your parents for a moment. Their expressions have softened. When you glance at Duri, $Dheshe nods at you. You lean towards believing that the demigod would know if Zahn lied, at least. Even if $Dheshe cares about Zahn, you doubt $Dheshe would hide a would-be murderer, especially after coming to your rescue before. Aster and Rune are silent. The former stares out the back window, now looking disinterested. Oswin walks up to Zahn, then turns to you and your fathers. "I...I almost can't believe I'm saying this, but I believe $Zhimher." He mostly addresses your parents, but his gaze slips to you as he continues. "Zahn has had ample opportunities to end your life. We've been with each other countless nights at this point. There have been times my guard was down. Even while in Codrin, $Zheshe had ample chances and could have easily escaped back to the church without us ever finding $Zhimher. I can't…I genuinely can't find any fault or scheming in this. <<if $Orelationship is "lockout">>$mc, I know we've…had our differences, but I would still never allow anyone close that may try to harm you.<<else>>$mc, you know just what I would do to ensure your comfort and safety, what you mean to me. I'd never allow harm to come your way.<</if>> I don't believe Zahn is a threat to you." Your fathers look at you. Da pats your knee. "My gut is saying the same, Sprout, but do you have anything you want to add?" You think for a moment as you look into Zahn's eyes. $Zcapitalheshe still looks scared, but there's an edge of hope as well. Oswin is right, there were many opportunities that Zahn could have killed you, and very likely, gotten away with it. <<if $foolmetwice or $Z6fool or $Z5fool>>You've even fooled around together. Those were incredibly vulnerable moments where you had ample privacy that could have been used against you.<</if>><<if $Z3bath is true>> While you bathed together, $Zheshe could have ended you so soon after your first encounter. That alone makes you feel like $Zheshe is telling the truth when $Zheshe says that killing you was never desired from the start.<</if>><<if $ch4split is 'Zahn'>> At any point when you split off with $Zhimher to search for the horses the night you fell into the landslide, Zahn could have ended you. But instead…$Zheshe talked with you like a friend would. You remember $Zhimher telling you that you and Oswin were good people. And then you recall how terrified Zahn looked when 'the giant wolf' was behind you. Despite $Zhisher fear of wolves, $Zheshe still tried to do something about it. $Zcapitalheshe could have just run.<</if>> Glancing at Duri, you remember when $Dheshe brought you back up through the forest to find Oswin and Zahn. The pilgrim's distressed voice rings in your memory, '//Oswin, did it eat, $mc?//<<if $shoulderpuncture is true>> //There's blood on its fur!//<</if>>' The fear in $Zhisher voice was very real. Zahn shared $Zhisher magic with you to help ease your pain as well. Why do that if the goal at the end would be to just kill you? You'd never even know if $Zheshe had magic in the first place. You remember $Zhisher insistence to treat your wounds too… As you stare, thinking about what to say, you recall that Zahn sought you out before leaving for $Zhisher church. The entire stay at the inn made you vulnerable to $Zhimher since everyone trusted each other, but $Zheshe clearly didn't take advantage. And then you remember the lash marks on $Zhisher back. Fresh wounds on top of old scars of the same making, and then you realize… "Zahn…did they punish you because you hadn't killed me?" Sad blue eyes go wide and then look away from you, staring at the floor. $Zcapitalheshe nods. "Yeah, I didn't tell you the whole truth before. I was punished for taking the journal I found, too, but it was because I failed my mission. The Acceptor wasn't there, they just knew I was charged to do something, and I had to report that it wasn't…wasn't finished." You lean forward and rest your elbows on your knees. "So, why confess now? Especially right after we've been attacked…<<if $Zstat5 is 'romantic'>> I'm so torn, because on one hand I'm glad you were honest, but on the other, I- I-I'm hurt.<</if>>" "I was scared, but I didn't want to hide it anymore. I was always going to tell you. I care about all of you<<if $Zstat5 is 'romantic'>>, and I've really come to care for you especially, $mc<</if>>." Zahn sniffles. "I was telling the truth when we talked before we had our cards read. I don't want to be a part of that church anymore. I want to be better, I want to make better choices. The only way I can do that is if I start with this. Because I care what happens to you<<if $Zstat5 is "neutral">>, even if we're just acquaintances<<elseif $Zstat5 is "suspicious">>, even if you can never really come around to trusting me<</if>>. And I know that they aren't going to stop. The Acceptor will know and might already know that I'm never going to follow through, and he'll come for you." Tears begin to stream down $Zhisher face. "I've never had real friends before…and I'm not going to stand back and watch someone try to take away one of the closest things I've ever had to that. This will put all of you in danger." [[As you sit with Zahn's words, Rune finally chimes in.|7.3]]

"There's clearly a great deal that the two of you may need to unpack. $mc, I'd like to ask you to sit and think about what you've heard tonight, and how you feel. I believe that Zahn seeks your forgiveness, if I'm not mistaken." Zahn nods as $Zhisher jaw quivers. Rune continues, "I know the wounds are fresh tonight, and it has been trying for all of us, but do you have any idea why your Acceptor would wish death upon $mc? Even if he's told you nothing, is there anything in your readings or teachings that you even suspect would cause this?" "I can't say for sure, but I keep- I keep thinking of something and I can't shake it." Zahn offers. "Something from the material you found in Codrin?" Rune posits. "Yes, but also something I know from our church history, which I think is connected. It's required that we learn about it as part of our 'correction' as we come into the fold." You glance at your fathers, who seem to be thinking about the same question that you are. Could this cult have something to do with your affliction? Glancing at Zahn, you nod at $Zhimher to continue as Rune leans up on the back of the divan, clearly intrigued. Zahn seems a little less nervous to speak than before, but still looks rather distraught. "Obviously, gods didn't usually just have one church, and I think it has something to do with that." "Mm," Rune hums in realization. "There was often a main sect, one that had been with the god since times before. Sometimes the main would branch out or new faiths would spring on their own." "So," you start. "Which is yours, Zahn?" $Zcapitalheshe nods. "It's- well, our history says that //we// were the first congregation under Din. But I don't know what's true because other books say that we were an offshoot from a long time ago. The way… the way we are taught about it is that our branch held to Din's teachings, while others strayed. There was a lot of in-fighting, and when the war broke out, well, some of these groups fought as well." You recoil. Not much is ever said about what each god's church did during the war of the gods. Zahn continues. "The other biggest branch, The Church of Din, was adamant that he wanted to overthrow Hayat and maintain the control of the gods. My sect, 'The True Church of Din,' disagreed." You shake your head. "How would they not know? Wasn't he actually there?" "Well, our history says that he chose our sect, and after a fight with the original group, he took the True Church as his only people because the other was lost to manipulation." Zahn stops to think as if $Zheshe is struggling to remember. $Zcapitalheshe shakes $Zhisher head. "I…I think…I can't remember it all," $Zheshe gripes. "It's okay," Rune says. "Just tell us what you do know, and we can try to piece together what we don't." "Well, I don't know if what we teach is actually what happened. We're taught to hold to Din's vision because we are responsible for making Iroda the world it is supposed to be. It's our job to carry out Din's will. The Acceptor always told me that it was a test of our belief in Faith, that the gods relinquished control so that only the truly faithful would remain. But…one of the books I found says that he actually changed sides, but not until the end of the war, that he was //first// on Hayat and Casimir's side before he went against them." "Oh," Rune says, sharpness to $Rhisher tone. You raise a brow. "Why would that matter? Hayat still won." Rune stands and begins to pace in front of you and your parents. "Din was incredibly powerful. He stood as a link between all gods and demigods. The first gods were all incredibly powerful, but they were so because they were the beginning of power, as it were. Din was different; he was a child of one of the greater and one of the lesser gods, but his unique abilities linked all gods and people together. In turn, that fueled his own strength and influence." You're still not understanding why that is important, but you keep listening. "One would think that his absence would make the difference in the war. He wasn't known to use his powers to show force, but he had a great deal of influence in other ways. So…what changed?" Rune looks to Zahn, seemingly for an answer. The cultist shrugs. "I don't know, it didn't say." You recall your conversation with Zahn about $Zhisher findings in this book from before. "You said he had something to do with curses? What about that?" Zahn nods. "Well, because Din was connected to all gods, Hayat needed him. I remembered that the journal I found said Din must have been essential to Hayat's curse because of his connection to all of them. But I didn't get to see much more than that." "That doesn't make sense," you state. "If he changed his mind, why help with the curse?" $Zcapitalheshe shrugs again. "Maybe the timing is wrong in the records? Maybe he helped with the curse, and then regretted it?" You hum as the information settles in your mind. "So…the journal you found, how does this come into play?" "The Acceptor was tracking Din's movements in it too, along with making notes about him." Zahn sighs. "I really…I really fucked up. I wish I had hidden it better. I only got to thumb through it and read a few pages. I only skimmed the logs and a few notes, but I got a feeling… I got the feeling that the Acceptor was suspicious, even doubting Din. And that…that's a damnable offence in our church. Din is infallible, but the fact that the Accepter spent so long tracing his movements seemed to me like he didn't trust his own god." Rune takes a sharp breath. "Wait, do you suppose it has to do with the other branch?" Zahn nods. "If there is one thing I completely understand about the Acceptor, it's his hatred for what he calls 'the false church.' They're still active. We mostly avoid each other, but there's been some… hostility before. The Acceptor claimed that Din spoke with him in private, in secret. All of our leadership makes the same claim, but no one else sees him. At least…I don't trust that anyone has been honest about seeing him. I think…I think our history is wrong. I don't think we're Din's favoured followers. I think we’re the ones he abandoned." "Oh," you say. "So, you were actually the //true// church until…until he turned his back on Hayat. So, why does that mean the Acceptor wants me dead?" [[Aster steps forward.|7.4]]

Duri bristles as Rune lets the man have the floor. His boots clip as he walks and then stands before you. "Power," he says. You raise an eyebrow. "Your affliction is still a mystery. If you are or, perhaps, //contain// an artifact or something akin to one, who is to say what your limits are?" Rune nods along as $Rheshe levels you with a thoughtful expression. Aster stares at you, tilting his head this way and that. "And…perhaps a connection to this other church? Your origins are unknown, correct?" You and your fathers all nod. "If this Acceptor detests the other church, perhaps out of jealousy for having been abandoned by his own god, and you are a source of power affiliated with that church…" Rune sighs. "Then you become a perceived threat. Not only that, but if you are connected to this other congregation, your death would be a retaliation against them as well." You frown. <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"So…I'm a piece in a game, in their feud, even though I want nothing to do with either of them."<<else>>"I am just too popular for my own good…literally."<</if>> Aster hums, still scrutinizing you. "Well, if one church wants you dead to slight the other, perhaps it would be fruitful to ask the other for help? Let them fight with each other. If nothing else, it buys time and along the way…" He winks at you. "Maybe we can figure out where you came from and just how you've inherited such an…//ability//." You look at your fathers, who are both nodding. Papa leans forward. "I'd like it if Sprout could learn where $heshe came from. If it means finding some protection too…" "Well, how peaceful is this //church//?" Da questions, not bothering to hide his venom. "Will we trade one enemy for another? I'll not abide placing my child in even more danger without knowing more." "Um," Zahn starts nervously, holding up a hand. "I don't exactly know, but what I do know is that their church never instigated violence against ours. We tend to keep away from one another, but at the times we've crossed paths, it was our church that…that got hostile. But I don't know what they're like other than that." Da rubs his temples. His hands tremble, and he tries to still them by lacing them together behind his neck. You place a hand on his back and lean toward him. "It's late," Papa says. "All of ya get food and some rest. We'll talk more later." Everyone murmurs agreements and begins to shuffle around. Everyone except for Zahn. $Zcapitalheshe stands with hands clasped in front, staring at the floor while everyone mills about. It's clear that $Zheshe is unsure what $Zheshe is even allowed to do now. [[You hold nothing against Zahn, and you have no issue saying that now.|7.5a]] [[You need to think a little longer about how you feel.|7.5b]]

<<set $Zforgive to true>> "Hey," you start as you get up from your seat and approach. Zahn seems to shrink in place, hands folded nervously with head down. You sigh and speak even softer. "It's okay, you don't have to be like that. <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>This is so unlike you that I almost can't bear to see you like this.<<else>>If you keep curling in like that, you'll look like one of those little bugs that balls up when you spook them.<</if>>" $Zcapitalheshe gives you a small smile for that. It's hard not to notice how red $Zhisher eyes have become, and $Zhisher face looks unnervingly pale. The whole ordeal has strained the poor pilgrim…cultist. A new moniker is needed, you think. "I'm sorry," $Zheshe says again. You nod. "I know you are. I'm here to tell you that I accept your apology, and it's okay." "That easily?" Zahn looks at you, eyebrows furrowed in confusion and sadness. "Maybe I'm a sucker, but if I am, that makes you the worst assassin in the history of murder." That gets a giggle out of $Zhimher. $Zcapitalheshe rubs the back of $Zhisher neck. "I could be, you know. I'm known to be kinda clumsy sometimes." Shaking your head, you fold your arms. "I don't buy it. You've had too many opportunities, //good ones//. I believe you; I don't think you ever intended to go through with it." Zahn looks at you for a long moment, brows still bunched up, hands still folded. "Is it really so simple?" $Zheshe asks quietly. "Yeah, it is. You weren't in a good situation; I've seen what you're, uh, church does to you. Were you expecting me to…" You freeze for a moment. "Zahn…did you think that we'd…" Motioning with your hand, you finish the implication. $Zcapitalheshe nods. "I thought you'd want //something// in return as sort of like proof that I was sorry, I guess?" Pity drops like a fist in your gut. "No. No, we don't do that, I told you before that's...not okay. And we're going to help you understand that. There's no penance to pay, and you're not a bad or lesser person." Shrugging, you add, "I didn't like hearing your confession, it bothered me because you've been so close to all of us for so long. It's not easy to hear someone tell you that your death was ordered and that they're here to carry it out. But that doesn't make it impossible for me to understand your side, or forgive you." "$mc…" Zahn's voice waivers as $Zhisher chin quivers. <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>You look at $Zhimher softly, your normal composure wavering. "Now, now, no more tears necessary."<<else>>You can't even fake a chuckle at the sad display. "Easy there, at this rate, you'll end up dehydrated."<</if>> $Zcapitalheshe scrubs at $Zhisher eyes and nods. "I still feel like I want to make it up to you somehow." You shake your head. "Not how this works. Just…stay with us. You said yourself that you didn't know life could be different outside of your church. We can show you a better way to live." Zahn nods and smiles brightly, every bit the sunflower $Zheshe normally is. <<if $Orelationship is "love">>[[You give Zahn a friendly hug, with a promise of better days to come.|7.5a.friendlyhug]] [[You level Zahn with a serious look and give a promise of better days to come.|7.5a.friendlypromise]]<<else>>$flirt_label [[You hold Zahn's face and make a promise…|7.5a.romantichold]] $flirt_label [[You pull Zahn into a deep embrace, making a promise.|7.5aromantichug]] [[You give Zahn a friendly hug, with a promise of better days to come.|7.5a.friendlyhug]] [[You level Zahn with a serious look and give a promise of better days to come.|7.5a.friendlypromise]] <</if>>

<<set $Zforgive to "later">> You clear your throat and then address $Zhimher. "I need some time to process all of this and think, okay?" Zahn nods, eyes peeking up at you only briefly. <<if $roomie is 'Zahn'>>"At least until I can find some closure with all of this, I think it would be better to find you a different place to sleep." $Zcapitalheshe nods again. "I understand that completely. I wouldn't expect you to… Just take all the time you need. I can stay outside even if you want. I only want you to feel safe around me. Even if, in the end, you don't like me. You shouldn't be made to feel like you have to watch your back just because I'm around." Oswin suddenly walks up. "How about you come and stay with me? It's…cramped, but I do have a cot that I can set up. This way, $mc gets plenty of space." That arrangement would make you feel a bit better. <<if $Orelationship is "lockout">>Oswin will be well-suited to keeping an eye on $Zhimher.<<elseif $Orelationship is "friend">>Though, there is a small tingle of worry given what you just learned, but you also know that Oswin is equipped to handle this.<<elseif $Orelationship is "love">>Though, you can't help the tingle of worry given everything you just learned. You trust Oswin can handle himself, and if he feels certain enough to allow Zahn close, then you will try to put your trust in his judgement.<</if>> <<else>>Oswin suddenly walks up. "How about you come and stay with me? It's…cramped, but I do have a cot that I can set up. This way, $mc gets plenty of space." That arrangement would make you feel a bit better. <<if $Orelationship is "lockout">>Oswin will be well-suited to keeping an eye on $Zhimher.<<elseif $Orelationship is "friend">>Though, there is a small tingle of worry given what you just learned, but you also know that Oswin is equipped to handle this.<<elseif $Orelationship is "love">>Though, you can't help the tingle of worry given everything you just learned. You trust Oswin can handle himself, and if he feels certain enough to allow Zahn close, then you will try to put your trust in his judgement.<</if>><</if>> $Zcapitalheshe gives a small nod and manages a smile too. "If- If you'll trust me?" Oswin nods. "I don't believe we have anything to fear from you, and I'm a light sleeper anyway." A wanton thought goes through your mind that you try to shake off… This way too, if Zahn did ultimately betray Oswin's trust, it wouldn't be //you// in immediate danger. <<if $Orelationship is "lockout">>Despite the line between you, he's still determined to keep you safe.<<elseif $Orelationship is "friend">>He's ready as ever to safeguard you.<<elseif $Orelationship is "love">>It warms your heart even more to know that he will always try to keep you safe, but your love for him makes you worry in equal measure for his own safety. <<if $touching is "none">>He comes up to you and looks deeply into your eyes.<<else>>He comes up to you and plants a soft kiss on your cheek as he strokes your jaw with the back of one hand.<</if>> "It will be okay, my beloved," he says softly. "''I'' will be okay. Take the time you need. We can talk more about this later, okay?<</if>> You nod, too weary to do much else. [[With everything as settled as it can be for now, you head off to bed.|7.6]]

Gently, you slide your arms around $Zhimher and bring $Zhimher close. <<if $height is 'verytall'>>You cradle Zahn's head to your chest, bringing your head down to rest against the top of $Zhishers.<<elseif $height is 'tall'>>You cradle Zahn's head to your chest, bringing your head down to rest against the top of $Zhishers.<<elseif $height is 'average'>>You cradle Zahn's head against your shoulder, leaning your head against $Zhishers.<<else>>You cradle Zahn's head on top of your shoulder as $Zheshe presses against you.<</if>> $Zcapitalheshe burrows into you readily, arms wrapped about your torso like $Zheshe would fall through the ground if you let go. "I promise," you start. "I promise to show you a life outside of the hardship you've known. And I swear to you that I'll do everything I can to protect you from the Acceptor and your entire church if I have to.<<if $height is 'short'>> I might be short, but I can hold a lot of righteous anger in this little body.<</if>>" Zahn is on the cusp of tears again. "I can't ask you to do that if it puts you in danger…" You sigh. "Nearly my entire life has been danger…a bit more won't break me. This is what real friendship is like, and I'm going to show you that." $Zcapitalheshe squeezes you. "I think it's gonna hurt…learning how to live a different way." You hum. "Probably. And it will take a while." "I think I can do it if you're here, though." Zahn leans back and smiles softly at you. Everything feels better Until your da clears his throat. You snap away from each other in surprise. Da motions towards Zahn. "Can I borrow $Zhimher for a few moments for our chat, or should I come back later?" He smirks. Rolling your eyes, you resist the urge to stick your tongue out at him. <<if $roomie is 'Zahn'>>You look at Zahn. "I'll see you upstairs when you're done." "What?" $Zheshe asks. "You still…I can?" "Of course," you say. "I'm not worried." You smile as you part ways, Zahn's expression steeped with affection.<<else>>"Please try to get some rest, okay? It's been a hard night for you, too." Zahn looks at you with affection. "You don't…should I leave or anything?" You shake your head. "Don't be silly," you say with a smile as you walk off.<</if>> [[You've earned a nice long rest.|7.6]]

At first, $Zheshe won't hold your gaze. <<if $height is 'verytall'>>So, you bend down, resting your hands on your knees to meet $Zhisher eyes.<<elseif $height is 'tall'>>So, you bend down, resting your hands on your knees to meet $Zhisher eyes.<<elseif $height is 'average'>>So, you tilt yourself until your eyes meet.<<else>>So, you shuffle over to make your eyes meet.<</if>> "I promise," you start. "I promise to show you a life outside of the hardship you've known. And I swear to you that I'll do everything I can to protect you from the Acceptor and your entire church if I have to.<<if $height is 'short'>> I might be short, but I can hold a lot of righteous anger in this little body.<</if>>" Zahn is on the cusp of tears again. "I can't ask you to do that if it puts you in danger…" You sigh. "Nearly my entire life has been danger…a bit more won't break me. This is what real friendship is like, and I'm going to show you that." $Zcapitalheshe finally unwinds a bit and looks fully at you. "I think it's gonna hurt…learning how to live a different way." You nod. "Probably. And it will take a while." "I think I can do it if you're here, though." Zahn smiles softly. Both of you get lost in the moment as a new kind of peace falls between you. Until your da clears his throat. You snap away from each other in surprise. Da motions towards Zahn. "Can I borrow $Zhimher for a few moments for our chat, or should I come back later?" He smirks. Rolling your eyes, you resist the urge to stick your tongue out at him. <<if $roomie is 'Zahn'>>You look at Zahn. "I'll see you upstairs when you're done." "What?" $Zheshe asks. "You still…I can?" "Of course," you say. "I'm not worried." You smile as you part ways, Zahn's expression steeped with affection.<<else>>"Please try to get some rest, okay? It's been a hard night for you, too." Zahn looks at you with affection. "You don't…should I leave or anything?" You shake your head. "Don't be silly," you say with a smile as you walk off.<</if>> [[You've earned a nice long rest.|7.6]]

<<set $Zflirt +=3>> Gently, you slide your hands along $Zhisher cheeks. <<if $height is 'verytall'>>You stoop down to bring your face closer, and run one hand through $Zhisher hair before bringing it back to soothe the soft skin of $Zhisher cheek.<<elseif $height is 'tall'>>You lean down to bring your face closer, and run one hand through $Zhisher hair before bringing it back to soothe the soft skin of $Zhisher cheek.<<elseif $height is 'average'>>You lean over to bring your face closer, and use one hand to tuck $Zhisher hair behind $Zhisher ear before bringing it back to soothe the soft skin of $Zhisher cheek.<<else>>You look up and urge $Zhimher to lean toward you, running your hand up until your fingers trace along the shell of $Zhisher ear for a moment.<</if>> "I promise," you start. "I promise to show you a life outside of the hardship you've known. And I swear to you that I'll do everything I can to protect you from the Acceptor and your entire church if I have to.<<if $height is 'short'>> I might be short, but I can hold a lot of righteous anger in this little body.<</if>>" Zahn is on the cusp of tears again. "I can't ask you to do that if it puts you in danger…" You sigh. "Nearly my entire life has been danger…this won't break me, not when it comes to you." $Zcapitalheshe brings a hand up and smoothes $Zhisher thumb along the line of your jaw. "I think it's gonna hurt…learning how to live a different way." You nod. "Probably. And it will take a while." "I think I can do it if you're here, though." Zahn smiles softly at you. Both of you get lost in each other's eyes for a heavy moment, and everything else fades away. Until your da clears his throat. You snap away from each other in surprise. Da motions towards Zahn. "Can I borrow $Zhimher for a few moments for our chat, or should I come back later?" He smirks. Rolling your eyes, you resist the urge to stick your tongue out at him. <<if $roomie is 'Zahn'>>You look at Zahn. "I'll see you upstairs when you're done." "What?" $Zheshe asks. "You still…I can?" "Of course," you say. "I'm not worried." You smile as you part ways, Zahn's expression steeped with affection.<<else>>"Please try to get some rest, okay? It's been a hard night for you, too." Zahn looks at you with affection. "You don't…should I leave or anything?" You shake your head. "Don't be silly," you say with a smile as you walk off.<</if>> [[You've earned a nice long rest.|7.6]]

<<set $Zflirt +=3>> Gently, you slide your arms around $Zhimher and bring $Zhimher close. <<if $height is 'verytall'>>You cradle Zahn's head to your chest, bringing your head down to rest against the top of $Zhishers as you gently sway.<<elseif $height is 'tall'>>You cradle Zahn's head to your chest, bringing your head down to rest against the top of $Zhishers as you gently sway.<<elseif $height is 'average'>>You cradle Zahn's head against your shoulder, leaning your head against $Zhishers as you gently sway.<<else>>You cradle Zahn's head on top of your shoulder, swaying gently as $Zheshe presses against your neck.<</if>> $Zcapitalheshe burrows into you readily, arms wrapped about your torso like $Zheshe would fall through the ground if you let go. "I promise," you start. "I promise to show you a life outside of the hardship you've known. And I swear to you that I'll do everything I can to protect you from the Acceptor and your entire church if I have to.<<if $height is 'short'>> I might be short, but I can hold a lot of righteous anger in this little body.<</if>>" Zahn is on the cusp of tears again. "I can't ask you to do that if it puts you in danger…" You sigh. "Nearly my entire life has been danger…this won't break me, not when it comes to you." $Zcapitalheshe squeezes you, rubbing $Zhisher face against your clothes. "I think it's gonna hurt…learning how to live a different way." You hum. "Probably. And it will take a while." "I think I can do it if you're here, though." Zahn leans back and smiles softly at you. Both of you get lost in each other's eyes for a heavy moment, and everything else fades away. Until your da clears his throat. You snap away from each other in surprise. Da motions towards Zahn. "Can I borrow $Zhimher for a few moments for our chat, or should I come back later?" He smirks. Rolling your eyes, you resist the urge to stick your tongue out at him. <<if $roomie is 'Zahn'>>You look at Zahn. "I'll see you upstairs when you're done." "What?" $Zheshe asks. "You still…I can?" "Of course," you say. "I'm not worried." You smile as you part ways, Zahn's expression steeped with affection.<<else>>"Please try to get some rest, okay? It's been a hard night for you, too." Zahn looks at you with affection. "You don't…should I leave or anything?" You shake your head. "Don't be silly," you say with a smile as you walk off.<</if>> [[You've earned a nice long rest.|7.6]]

Going up to your room almost feels redundant at this point, but you and probably everyone else is too tired to argue. The sun will be up soon, and you are so lost to time at the moment that you can't tell if it will rise in minutes or even hours. Too much has happened. You fought for your life, had a possibly new startling revelation about your condition, and then possibly an even more startling confession from Zahn. The headache that has been building behind your eyes is reaching full force. You don't care if you are filthy right now, either, and throw yourself into bed as soon as you reach it. So many things vie for your headspace all at once, but exhaustion helps bat them away. Later. Later, you will think about your curse or whatever artifact nonsense is going on with you. Later, you will think about what your travel plans will look like. Later, you will digest what it will mean to travel into a known demon-infested zone. Later, you will absorb that your life has been completely upended and inundated with myths, legends, and gods. Later. <<if $Zforgive is true>><<if $roomie is 'Zahn'>>Zahn slips in sometime when you are in the haze right before real sleep. You only vaguely hear $Zhimher, and feel a cover being pulled over you before the bed slightly dips. A sweet warmth curls into your front, and you suddenly feel a wash of serenity before you completely surrender to a deep slumber.<<elseif $roomie is 'Rune'>>Rune slips in sometime later, but you are in the haze right before real sleep. You sense $Rhisher hands adjusting how your head rests on your pillow and feel the blankets being pulled up around you. You hear the murmur of a sweet song and feel a wash of calm before you completely surrender to a deep slumber.<<elseif $roomie is 'Duri'>>As you are drifting in the haze before sleep, you think you sense Duri in your room, lingering by your bed. You feel yourself being pulled over and a deep heat spreading across your back that makes you groan with relaxation. You feel your head being patted, and a wash of safety falls over you before you completely surrender to a deep slumber.<<elseif $roomie is 'Oswin'>>As you are drifting in the haze before sleep, you think you sense Oswin in the room. You feel your covers being tugged up over you and a hand on your forehead. <<if $romancelockin is true>><<if $touching is "none">>You hear the rumble of his voice whispering garbled affections<<else>>You feel the touch of lips to your temple<</if>> and sigh with contentment.<<else>>You think your hear your name wrapped in his warm voice.<</if>> A sensation of safety falls over you before you completely surrender to a deep slumber.<</if>><<else>><<if $roomie is 'Zahn'>>As the haze of sleep settles in, you can't help but feel how strange it is to be drifting off alone. It had been so simple to get used to Zahn's presence next to you. So simple that it felt natural. Your heart aches, but you still need time. Someone who slept next to you night after night was sent to kill you. That's not something you can bounce back from so easily. Not right now after such a long day. The bed feels cold as you drift off into a deep slumber.<<elseif $roomie is 'Rune'>>Rune slips in sometime later, but you are in the haze right before real sleep. You sense $Rhisher hands adjusting how your head rests on your pillow and feel the blankets being pulled up around you. You hear the murmur of a sweet song and feel a wash of calm before you completely surrender to a deep slumber.<<elseif $roomie is 'Duri'>>As you are drifting in the haze before sleep, you think you sense Duri in your room, lingering by your bed. You feel yourself being pulled over and a deep heat spreading across your back that makes you groan with relaxation. You feel your head being patted, and a wash of safety falls over you before you completely surrender to a deep slumber.<<elseif $roomie is 'Oswin'>>As you are drifting in the haze before sleep, you think you sense Oswin in the room. You feel your covers being tugged up over you and a hand on your forehead. <<if $romancelockin is true>><<if $touching is "none">>You hear the rumble of his voice whispering garbled affections<<else>>You feel the touch of lips to your temple<</if>> and sigh with contentment.<<else>>You think your hear your name wrapped in his warm voice.<</if>> A sensation of safety falls over you before you completely surrender to a deep slumber.<</if>><</if>> [[For many hours, sleep carries you.|7.7]]

A deep and achingly cold shiver finally wakes you. Your eyes open, but your vision is blurry. It's as if your ears are underwater. You remember this. You know what this is. But this time it doesn't burn. A death-like chill flits up and down your spine, and you realize that you're convulsing and can't move your body on your own will at all. There are definitely voices around you, your fathers among them. You feel the resonance of your papa's deep voice. <<if $phasers is "kill">>You think of the man you killed earlier<<else>>You think of the man you shot with magic earlier<</if>>, and that this is somehow his vengeance. Begrudgingly, you'll have to admit Aster was right, though the backlash from your magic use is strange. It hurts less, but then maybe it's that you've lost feeling. The voices around you aren't as panicked as you've experienced before, and as far as you can tell, you haven't vomited until there was only blood left. But, you're //so// cold. Why are you so cold? It gets harder and harder to tell if you are shivering or seizing. Maybe it's both. Even with your vision being fuzzy, you can spot Rune's purple clothing. You hear a stern voice before you feel Rune's magic over you. It's that same feeling as before at the inn – nostalgia and parent-like affection. There's another stern voice, and you then note how much more…frayed the magic feels. $Rcapitalheshe is tired. You know just what $Rheshe is trying to do for you. You think that $Rheshe is physically pulled away from you after a few moments. There are more heated voices, but whatever Rune has managed to do has helped your senses clear a bit. Your hearing pops and crackles. Aster's voice comes in loud and clear, snapping at someone, "I can help, damn it!" "I don't want you touching $himher," you hear Oswin snap back. "I don't trust you!" There's a murmur between everyone, and then you sense something warm touch your wrist, then a flood of sensations that travel through your body. You hear yourself gasp, though you can't even feel any air enter your lungs. It doesn't hurt, but it's overwhelming. The sound of your breathing escalates into a pant, with sharp intakes and sputtering exhales. There's a resounding pressure that fills your body and crawls under your skin. Right when you feel like your body may simply burst, the feeling cuts away and you hear a thump. "The shaking stopped," you hear Da say. "Is he alright?" he asks. "I'm fine," you hear Aster reply. "It's under control." "Are ya sure yer okay?" Papa asks. "Ya look sick." "I am okay, but thank you for your concern. Consider it an investment, if it helps." You hear clipped steps, then a bang against something, coupled with murmured concern. You try to see, but your head won't move, and you can only move your eyes so far. "An investment?" Da echoes. You see a shadow lean over you and then a gentle touch along your face. You make out the color purple again before you hear Rune's voice. "I'm still getting to know him, but from what I've observed, he has a difficult time justifying any sort of kindness without it being attached to a transaction. I think he's managed to stabilize $mc though." "We should rotate a watch," Oswin adds. "This relapse didn't seem as severe, but I don't want to take chances." "It also appeared a lot different," Da says. "Do you suppose it was because $heshe //used// magic?" Rune hums. "Might be. Perhaps building resilience has lessened the severity. Hopefully, $mc will be back to normal soon. After a bit more time, I will recover enough to take care of the demands of the curse and balance the magic within." "It's appreciated," Papa says with surprising softness. You feel your bed dip on the opposite side, and then Duri's voice. "You should all rest more, and I'll watch $himher first." There's more talking, but your mind begins to slip again. [[You feel your papa's big warm hand pat your head before you drift off to sleep.|7.8]]

The heat of the sun wakes you sometime later. You wince and blink at the harsh light as you hear birds chirp happily. "Whoa, take it slow," Emre says. "Whoa!" you hear a small voice mimic. "Take it slow!" Lift your head up and squint, seeing Emre sitting beside your bed with Yan on his lap. "Yan." Emre sighs. "Voice low, okay? Like we talked about." "But how will $heshe hear me? $capitalheshe didn't hear anything earlier." "I can hear you now, Yan," you answer, though your voice is a bit strained. "Can you tell me a story?" she asks. Emre huffs, wrapping his arms around the little girl and hugging her. "Let's give $mc some time to recover, okay?" "'K!" she yells. "Can I get a cake from Un'el Kap?" "Kip," Emre corrects. "Kipel?" "Uncle Kip." "Un'el Kiiip," she repeats. "Is he your brother, too? He's old." Emre sets her down. "You should go ask him when you get your cake, okay?" "Okay!" she says with a big smile, and then comes to your bedside. "I'm glad yer awake. Sorry you don't feel good. Mama kisses me on my head to make me better. Do you want a kiss?" [[You recommend that a kiss for Un'el Kip is just as good.|7.9a]] [[You'll accept the get-well kiss yourself.|7.9b]]

"You can actually give my da a kiss //for// me, and it will still make me feel better." "Really!?" she says, excited. "Because he's your dada?" "Yes, really. It's even //more// powerful because it makes him smile too." She gasps. "I wanna try!" Yan bolts from the room, screeching for cake and kisses. You smirk at Emre. "Da will love that." He shakes his head. "Yan will too. So, you seem better, but how do you feel right now? I can get you medicine or tea if you want." Slowly, you sit yourself up and take stock of how you feel. You're definitely groggy and a little sluggish, but otherwise you feel surprisingly okay. "Not bad," you muse. "How many days has it been?" Emre grins. "One, technically." "Just one?" He nods. "Your fathers updated us on everything that happened. That was a really awful night for you, and I'm really sorry it turned out that way. Zahn apologized to me, too." Emre shrugs. "I was mad at first, but…I- I didn't have the heart to stay mad. $Zcapitalheshe is obviously not a murderer." <<if $Zforgive is true>>You nod and smile in agreement. "It wasn't hard to forgive $Zhimher. There were too many opportunities to go through with it that weren't taken, even from our first run-in. If Zahn hadn't confessed, I don't think we'd ever have figured it out." "That was my line of thinking after I sat with it for a bit. Even Oswin let it go, and if he's dropping it…" Emre rolls his eyes. "Still, I'm sure it was still unsettling for you."<<else>>You hum and then sigh deeply. "I'm still sitting with it. I'm not so sure if it's out of suspicion or just feeling betrayed. It was too much in one night." "I'm sure it was unsettling for you. The only reason I felt like I could let it go was that Oswin was so quick to. And if he's willing to drop it…" Emre rolls his eyes. "But I can't blame you for wanting a bit of time and space to sort your feelings. You're owed that at least."<</if>> Rubbing your eyes, you yawn as you continue to wake. "So, I was only out for one day, you said?" Emre nods. <<if $Zforgive is true>><<if $roomie is 'Zahn'>>"Zahn woke up to you seizing in the night, er, early morning rather. $Zcapitalheshe called for help and tried to soothe the…curse thing, but said $Zhisher magic isn't very strong. Rune was too weak as well. They tried to make you comfortable, and eventually it stopped, but you had a fever. I came over in the afternoon and tried to help, but all I could really do was sit with you and give the others a break. It was just a few hours later that you had another seizure, and it was worse. Rune tried to help, but $Rheshe still really wasn't doing very well. The tall guy – Aster? He did something, and you finally stopped."<<elseif $roomie is 'Rune'>>"Rune woke up to you having a seizure in the night, er, early morning rather. $Rcapitalheshe tried to help you, but $Rhisher magic was still very weak, so $Rheshe called everyone for help. Zahn tried too, but wasn't strong enough. They could only make you comfortable, and you had a fever. I visited in the afternoon, but all I could really do was sit with you so the others could have a break. A few hours later, you had another seizure that was worse. Rune tried to help, but $Rheshe still really wasn't doing very well. The tall guy – Aster? He did something, and you finally stopped."<<elseif $roomie is 'Duri'>>"Duri woke up to you having a seizure in the night, er, early morning rather. $Dcapitalheshe was…alarmed and woke //everyone// up. Rune and Zahn tried to help you with magic, but they were both too weak still. They could only make you comfortable, and you had a fever. I visited in the afternoon, but all I could really do was sit with you so the others could have a break. A few hours later, you had another seizure that was worse. Rune tried to help, but $Rheshe still really wasn't doing very well. The tall guy – Aster? He did something, and you finally stopped."<<elseif $roomie is 'Oswin'>>"Oswin checked in on you at some point, and you were seizing. He rounded up everyone to see what could be done. Rune and Zahn tried to help you with magic, but they were both too weak still. They could only make you comfortable, and you had a fever. I visited in the afternoon, but all I could really do was sit with you so the others could have a break. A few hours later, you had another seizure that was worse. Rune tried to help, but $Rheshe still really wasn't doing very well. The tall guy – Aster? He did something, and you finally stopped."<<else>>"Your papa checked in on you at some point and found you seizing. He rounded up everyone to see what could be done. Rune and Zahn tried to help you with magic, but they were both still too weak. They could only make you comfortable, and you had a fever. I visited in the afternoon, but all I could really do was sit with you so the others could have a break. A few hours later, you had another seizure that was worse. Rune tried to help, but $Rheshe still really wasn't doing very well. The tall guy – Aster? He did something, and you finally stopped."<</if>><<else>><<if $roomie is 'Zahn'>>"Your papa checked in on you at some point and found you seizing. He rounded up everyone to see what could be done. Rune and Zahn tried to help you with magic, but they were both too weak still. They could only make you comfortable, and you had a fever. I visited in the afternoon, but all I could really do was sit with you so the others could have a break. A few hours later, you had another seizure that was worse. Rune tried to help, but $Rheshe still really wasn't doing very well. The tall guy – Aster? He did something, and you finally stopped."<<elseif $roomie is 'Rune'>>"Rune woke up to you having a seizure in the night, er, early morning rather. $Rcapitalheshe tried to help you, but $Rhisher magic was still very weak, so $Rheshe called everyone for help. Zahn tried too, but wasn't strong enough. They could only make you comfortable, and you had a fever. I visited in the afternoon, but all I could really do was sit with you so the others could have a break. A few hours later, you had another seizure that was worse. Rune tried to help, but $Rheshe still really wasn't doing very well. The tall guy – Aster? He did something, and you finally stopped."<<elseif $roomie is 'Duri'>>"Duri woke up to you having a seizure in the night, er, early morning rather. $Dcapitalheshe was…alarmed and woke //everyone// up. Rune and Zahn tried to help you with magic, but they were both too weak still. They could only make you comfortable, and you had a fever. I visited in the afternoon, but all I could really do was sit with you so the others could have a break. A few hours later, you had another seizure that was worse. Rune tried to help, but $Rheshe still really wasn't doing very well. The tall guy – Aster? He did something, and you finally stopped."<<elseif $roomie is 'Oswin'>>"Your papa checked in on you at some point and found you seizing. He rounded up everyone to see what could be done. Rune and Zahn tried to help you with magic, but they were both too weak still. They could only make you comfortable, and you had a fever. I visited in the afternoon, but all I could really do was sit with you so the others could have a break. A few hours later, you had another seizure that was worse. Rune tried to help, but $Rheshe still really wasn't doing very well. The tall guy – Aster? He did something, and you finally stopped."<<else>>"Your papa checked in on you at some point and found you seizing. He rounded up everyone to see what could be done. Rune and Zahn tried to help you with magic, but they were both too weak still. They could only make you comfortable, and you had a fever. I visited in the afternoon, but all I could really do was sit with you so the others could have a break. A few hours later, you had another seizure that was worse. Rune tried to help, but $Rheshe still really wasn't doing very well. The tall guy – Aster? He did something, and you finally stopped."<</if>><</if>> You rub your eyes. "I think I remember parts of that. Was Aster okay?" Emre nods. "I think so, I saw him a while ago downstairs. You slept after that without a fuss, and the fever went away. It's nearly midday now, so you haven't missed much. You should eat and take it easy today, though, okay? I'll be here, I have the whole day set aside." "Where are Cephas and the twins?" "Cephas is with his mama while she visits her family, and my parents are watching the twins. I think we all needed a break." He smiles. "Yan //really// wanted to see you. She wants you to tell her about your adventure." You snort. "I suppose that can be arranged. I'll keep it child-friendly…" You mull that over in your head. "I'll make something up to fill in the gaps." Emre grimaces. "Thanks, I appreciate that. I'd like her to be a few years older before anyone tries to traumatize her…" He rubs his face. "Though she's turning into such a fire. She wants to be like her uncle now, and everything is a sword." <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>You smile gently. "It'll be fine, Emre. It's good she's taken an interest, and I know you'll teach her how to be safe."<<else>>You nod. "That's fitting. Don't fret so much, she's smart and knows what she wants. She'll learn."<</if>> "Yeah, I know you're right. Oswin has agreed to teach her some things. He said it's better she understands what they can do and how to handle them.<<if $interest is 'swordin'>> And not that you should think on it now, there's time, but I was hoping you could train her a bit too?" He looks a little sheepish as he asks. "Not that there's a problem with my brother helping her, but another perspective would be good for her. Plus, as far as //teaching// goes, I think she's more apt to respect you…but don't tell Oswin I said that."<<elseif $interest is 'archin'>> And not that you should think on it now, there's time, but I was hoping you could show her how to handle a bow too? Just so she knows there are options, or if she wants to do both, she can." He looks a little sheepish as he asks. "Oswin could, I guess, but you're better with a bow, and from a teaching perspective, I think she'll mind you better. Don't tell him I said that though…<</if>>" You chuckle. "<<if $interest is 'swordin'>>It'll be our secret. <<elseif $interest is 'archin'>>It'll be our secret. <</if>>She'll be fine, though, Emre. I know you're worried, but she's in good hands." "I know, you're right. She's still so little, but I can already see that she's growing up…" He pats his lap, and you can tell he's resisting the urge to get emotional. "We should get you up and out of bed so you can eat and stretch your legs." Emre helps you out of bed and makes sure you're fine to walk. You are able to dress yourself, but he stays close to assist you down the stairs while your mind is busy swirling around the earlier conversation. You think about how much he's grown as a person in the last few years. He became a husband and a father, and he's watching his children grow up… [[The fear that you won't be here to have these talks and watch over them settles over you.|7.10][$emretalk to "missing"]] [[You wonder if you will live long enough to experience these things yourself.|7.10][$emretalk to "missing"]] [[Anxious feelings begin to stir, and you push them down.|7.10][$emretalk to "push"]] [[You remind yourself to take things one step at a time.|7.10][$emretalk to "okay"]]

Emre has to help her reach you, holding her over you so she can lightly kiss your forehead. The sweet gesture makes you smile and she giggles with pure glee at the change in your demeanor before wiggling from Emre's arms and bolting downstairs with a screech for cake. You smirk at Emre. "Hope Da is prepared for her." He shakes his head. "They'll have fun either way. So, you seem better, but how do you feel right now? I can get you medicine or tea if you want." Slowly, you sit yourself up and take stock of how you feel. You're definitely groggy and a little sluggish, but otherwise you feel surprisingly okay. "Not bad," you muse. "How many days has it been?" Emre grins. "One, technically." "Just one?" He nods. "Your fathers updated us on everything that happened. That was a really awful night for you, and I'm really sorry it turned out that way. Zahn apologized to me, too." Emre shrugs. "I was mad at first, but…I- I didn't have the heart to stay mad. $Zcapitalheshe is obviously not a murderer." <<if $Zforgive is true>>You nod and smile in agreement. "It wasn't hard to forgive $Zhimher. There were too many opportunities to go through with it that weren't taken, even from our first run-in. If Zahn hadn't confessed, I don't think we'd ever have figured it out." "That was my line of thinking after I sat with it for a bit. Even Oswin let it go, and if he's dropping it…" Emre rolls his eyes. "Still, I'm sure it was still unsettling for you."<<else>>You hum and then sigh deeply. "I'm still sitting with it. I'm not so sure if it's out of suspicion or just feeling betrayed. It was too much in one night." "I'm sure it was unsettling for you. The only reason I felt like I could let it go was that Oswin was so quick to. And if he's willing to drop it…" Emre rolls his eyes. "But I can't blame you for wanting a bit of time and space to sort your feelings. You're owed that at least."<</if>> Rubbing your eyes, you yawn as you continue to wake. "So, I was only out for one day, you said?" Emre nods. <<if $Zforgive is true>><<if $roomie is 'Zahn'>>"Zahn woke up to you seizing in the night, er, early morning rather. $Zcapitalheshe called for help and tried to soothe the…curse thing, but said $Zhisher magic isn't very strong. Rune was too weak as well. They tried to make you comfortable, and eventually it stopped, but you had a fever. I came over that afternoon and tried to help, but all I could really do was sit with you and give the others a break. It was just a few hours later that you had another seizure, and it was much worse. Rune tried to help, but $Rheshe still really wasn't doing very well. The tall guy – Aster? He did something, and you finally stopped."<<elseif $roomie is 'Rune'>>"Rune woke up to you having a seizure in the night, er, early morning rather. $Rcapitalheshe tried to help you, but $Rhisher magic was still very weak, so $Rheshe called everyone for help. Zahn tried too, but wasn't strong enough. They could only make you comfortable, and you had a fever. I visited in the afternoon, but all I could really do was sit with you so the others could have a break. A few hours later, you had another seizure that was much worse. Rune tried to help, but $Rheshe still really wasn't doing very well. The tall guy – Aster? He did something, and you finally stopped."<<elseif $roomie is 'Duri'>>"Duri woke up to you having a seizure in the night, er, early morning rather. $Dcapitalheshe was…alarmed and woke //everyone// up. Rune and Zahn tried to help you with magic, but they were both too weak still. They could only make you comfortable, and you had a fever. I visited in the afternoon, but all I could really do was sit with you so the others could have a break. A few hours later, you had another seizure that was worse. Rune tried to help, but $Rheshe still really wasn't doing very well. The tall guy – Aster? He did something, and you finally stopped."<<elseif $roomie is 'Oswin'>>"Oswin checked in on you at some point, and you were seizing. He rounded up everyone to see what could be done. Rune and Zahn tried to help you with magic, but they were both too weak still. They could only make you comfortable, and you had a fever. I visited in the afternoon, but all I could really do was sit with you so the others could have a break. A few hours later, you had another seizure that was worse. Rune tried to help, but $Rheshe still really wasn't doing very well. The tall guy – Aster? He did something, and you finally stopped."<<else>>"Your papa checked in on you at some point and found you seizing. He rounded up everyone to see what could be done. Rune and Zahn tried to help you with magic, but they were both still too weak. They could only make you comfortable, and you had a fever. I visited in the afternoon, but all I could really do was sit with you so the others could have a break. A few hours later, you had another seizure that was worse. Rune tried to help, but $Rheshe still really wasn't doing very well. The tall guy – Aster? He did something, and you finally stopped."<</if>><<else>><<if $roomie is 'Zahn'>>"Your papa checked in on you at some point and found you seizing. He rounded up everyone to see what could be done. Rune and Zahn tried to help you with magic, but they were both too weak still. They could only make you comfortable, and you had a fever. I visited in the afternoon, but all I could really do was sit with you so the others could have a break. A few hours later, you had another seizure that was worse. Rune tried to help, but $Rheshe still really wasn't doing very well. The tall guy – Aster? He did something, and you finally stopped."<<elseif $roomie is 'Rune'>>"Rune woke up to you having a seizure in the night, er, early morning rather. $Rcapitalheshe tried to help you, but $Rhisher magic was still very weak, so $Rheshe called everyone for help. Zahn tried too, but wasn't strong enough. They could only make you comfortable, and you had a fever. I visited in the afternoon, but all I could really do was sit with you so the others could have a break. A few hours later, you had another seizure that was worse. Rune tried to help, but $Rheshe still really wasn't doing very well. The tall guy – Aster? He did something, and you finally stopped."<<elseif $roomie is 'Duri'>>"Duri woke up to you having a seizure in the night, er, early morning rather. $Dcapitalheshe was…alarmed and woke //everyone// up. Rune and Zahn tried to help you with magic, but they were both too weak still. They could only make you comfortable, and you had a fever. I visited in the afternoon, but all I could really do was sit with you so the others could have a break. A few hours later, you had another seizure that was worse. Rune tried to help, but $Rheshe still really wasn't doing very well. The tall guy – Aster? He did something, and you finally stopped."<<elseif $roomie is 'Oswin'>>"Your papa checked in on you at some point and found you seizing. He rounded up everyone to see what could be done. Rune and Zahn tried to help you with magic, but they were both too weak still. They could only make you comfortable, and you had a fever. I visited in the afternoon, but all I could really do was sit with you so the others could have a break. A few hours later, you had another seizure that was worse. Rune tried to help, but $Rheshe still really wasn't doing very well. The tall guy – Aster? He did something, and you finally stopped."<<else>>"Your papa checked in on you at some point and found you seizing. He rounded up everyone to see what could be done. Rune and Zahn tried to help you with magic, but they were both too weak still. They could only make you comfortable, and you had a fever. I visited in the afternoon, but all I could really do was sit with you so the others could have a break. A few hours later, you had another seizure that was worse. Rune tried to help, but $Rheshe still really wasn't doing very well. The tall guy – Aster? He did something, and you finally stopped."<</if>><</if>> You rub your eyes. "I think I remember parts of that. Was Aster okay?" Emre nods. "I think so, I saw him a while ago downstairs. You slept after that without a fuss, and the fever went away. It's nearly midday now, so you haven't missed much, maybe a day an a half total. You should eat and take it easy today, though, okay? I'll be here, I have the whole day set aside." "Where are Cephas and the twins?" "Cephas is with his mama while she visits her family, and my parents are watching the twins. I think we all needed a break." He smiles. "Yan //really// wanted to see you. She wants you to tell her about your adventure." You snort. "I suppose that can be arranged. I'll keep it child-friendly…" You mull that over in your head. "I'll make something up to fill in the gaps." Emre grimaces. "Thanks, I appreciate that. I'd like her to be a few years older before anyone tries to traumatize her…" He rubs his face. "Though she's turning into such a fire. She wants to be like her uncle now, and everything is a sword." <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>You smile gently. "It'll be fine, Emre. It's good she's taken an interest, and I know you'll teach her how to be safe."<<else>>You nod. "That's fitting. Don't fret so much, she's smart and knows what she wants. She'll learn."<</if>> "Yeah, I know you're right. Oswin has agreed to teach her some things. He said it's better she understands what they can do and how to handle them.<<if $interest is 'swordin'>> And not that you should think on it now, there's time, but I was hoping you could train her a bit too?" He looks a little sheepish as he asks. "Not that there's a problem with my brother helping her, but another perspective would be good for her. Plus, as far as //teaching// goes, I think she's more apt to respect you…but don't tell Oswin I said that."<<elseif $interest is 'archin'>> And not that you should think on it now, there's time, but I was hoping you could show her how to handle a bow too? Just so she knows there are options, or if she wants to do both, she can." He looks a little sheepish as he asks. "Oswin could, I guess, but you're better with a bow, and from a teaching perspective, I think she'll mind you better. Don't tell him I said that though…<</if>>" You chuckle. "<<if $interest is 'swordin'>>It'll be our secret. <<elseif $interest is 'archin'>>It'll be our secret. <</if>>She'll be fine, though, Emre. I know you're worried, but she's in good hands." "I know, you're right. She's still so little, but I can already see that she's growing up…" He pats his lap, and you can tell he's resisting the urge to get emotional. "We should get you up and out of bed so you can eat and stretch your legs." Emre helps you out of bed and makes sure you're fine to walk. You are able to dress yourself, but he stays close to assist you down the stairs while your mind is busy swirling around the earlier conversation. You think about how much he's grown as a person in the last few years. He became a husband and a father, and he's watching his children grow up… [[The fear that you won't be here to have these talks and watch over them settles over you.|7.10][$emretalk to "missing"]] [[You wonder if you will live long enough to experience these things yourself.|7.10][$emretalk to "missing"]] [[Anxious feelings begin to stir, and you push them down.|7.10][$emretalk to "push"]] [[You remind yourself to take things one step at a time.|7.10][$emretalk to "okay"]]

<<nobr>><<if $emretalk is "missing">><<set $cursestress +=4>><<elseif $emretalk is "push">><<set $cursestress +=5>><<elseif $emretalk is "okay">><<set $cursestress +=1>><</if>><</nobr>> Emre walks you around the house to stretch your legs and test whether you're actually better. When you show no signs of dizziness or nausea, he seems satisfied enough not to hover. You still feel tired, but it is nothing like you have felt before. Your da fusses over you when he sees you, but calms once he sees that you’re doing quite well. While your escort has been making you walk up and down the length of the house, Aster has been sitting quietly in the den. You've spotted him a time or two as you pass by, but he never glances back. He's said before that he uses magic sparingly, and you're curious if there's a particular reason why. You remember when he helped you – feeding the curse so it would settle. He called it 'an investment.' You feel like you should thank him, even if he'll try to shake it off. <<if $Astat is 'romantic'>>You're also not going to eschew a chance for a moment alone, even if your da and best friend are in the other room. It's a little unusual for him to linger in the den like this anyway. You can't help but wonder if it's because of you.<<elseif $Astat is 'friends'>>You're keen to connect, especially since he's proven to be a little hesitant to make friends. He seems to be lingering here anyway, and you wonder if maybe he's ready to bridge the gap.<<elseif $Astat is 'neutral'>>You know your fathers would want you to extend thanks.<<elseif $Astat is 'distrust'>>You know your fathers would want you to extend thanks. Even if you have a distaste for him, he still helped you out. If nothing else, you know it eased everyone's minds.<<elseif $Astat is 'afraid'>>You really don't want to be alone with him if you can help it. At least your da is just in the kitchen. As a precaution, you let him know that you're going to visit with the scholar. Emre gives you a worried look when he sees your expression.<<else>>You really don't want to be alone with him if you can help it….or do you? At least your da is just in the kitchen either way. As a precaution, you let him know that you're going to visit with the scholar. Emre gives you a confused look when he sees your expression.<</if>> Making your way into the den, you see the way Aster's eyes immediately snap to you. He sets down a book as you approach, and you note that he looks a bit tired. Leaning back in your da's favorite rocking chair, he crosses his long legs, making you notice that he's dressed casually again. You blink. Not just casually – he's wearing your father's clothes, specifically the ones he wears when laundry needs done. The soft linen pants are too short for him, only hitting mid-calf. The shirt is a better fit, and one of da's least-favorite because it is so plain and very beige. But your papa always seems to like it for some reason. You bring over Papa's chair to sit across from him.<<if $Astat is 'romantic'>> Suddenly, you think you understand why your father likes this shirt on your da…it's rather thin, and the neckline is very wide, revealing a large swath of Aster's chest.<<elseif $Astat is 'conflicted'>> Suddenly, you think you understand why your father likes this shirt on your da…it's rather thin, and the neckline is very wide, revealing a large swath of Aster's chest.<</if>> "Is it laundry day for you?" you ask as you settle. He rolls his eyes. "No," he answers flatly. <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>"Well, maybe it's not your usual, but I'm sure there are worse options."<<else>>"Take it easy, I mean no offense, it's just an odd sight."<</if>> He rubs his face. "Apologies, I'm rather tired, as I'm sure you must be." You raise a brow. Is this his way of asking how you feel? "Are you tired because you helped me?" Waving a hand at you, he turns his face away. "Now, don't you start too. I //just// got your fathers to stop thanking me and fussing over me like a child." <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>You sit in silence for a moment before shrugging and opening your mouth. "Thank you."<<else>>You smirk, and then pout. "Thank you! You're my hero!" you fawn, fluttering your eyelashes at him.<</if>> He grumbles. "There's no need. It's more like a business transaction; it's not worthy of thanks. Consider it as part of our prearranged deal." <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>"That doesn't stop me from appreciating your actions. You saved me from who knows how much agony. Deal or not, it was a gracious thing for you to do." You smile softly.<<else>>"You know, you could spend less energy just accepting it and saying 'you're welcome.'" You smirk.<</if>> Aster glowers at you and then shifts in the chair until you hear his back pop in a way that sounds satisfying. "You're welcome," he mumbles as he makes a show of stretching out more. His movements are...odd, and you get the feeling that he might be disguising discomfort. "Now, I'd also like to know why you're wearing my da's chore clothes…" He shrugs. "I fell. My clothes got dirty. Not a big deal." The rebuttal is on your tongue as Emre pops into the room, carrying two steaming cups. "He fainted," your friend says. "He tried to leave after he helped you, made it out to the road, and then passed out in a mud puddle." Aster accepts his tea while level Emre with a stony look, as you accept the other cup. Your friend simply grins at the grumpy scholar. "Your papa carried him back in. Poor thing was like a sick, wet cat." Your eyes go wide when you hear the slight in Emre's tone. "Anyway, I'll bring you a piece of cake and some fruit, $mc." He grins and then walks away. Aster huffs. "And that's the friend I share my name with?" You nod. "And you couldn't be more different." He grumbles into his tea, but you note how his brows raise, and he stares at the cup, clearly delighted. "Perhaps I can make an exception for you to call me by my full taken name?" "Astrophel doesn't roll off the tongue as easily… So, you passed out?" You aren’t about to let him get out of explaining this to you just yet. "Every one of you is a pest, you know that?" He takes a frustrated sip. "Yes, I //fainted//. I didn't exercise the appropriate control over what I channeled to you, and it left me a bit haggard." "Is that why I recovered so fast?" He shrugs. "Hard to say since the cause of your relapse was influenced by the magic you used in the fight. But…you absorbed quite a lot." "Does your magic work like Rune's does?" "That's not important," he says firmly. "Just forget it. I appreciate the clothing, and that your fathers opened the den for me to stay in and rest. I'm fine, you're fine. We can carry on. Since you are well, we need to make our travel plans as soon as possible and get on the road." You take a deep breath and let the subject drop. He's clearly uncomfortable, which strikes you as odd. Before you can try to come up with something else to break the tension, Yan does it for you. She toddles in, balancing a plate with a large slice of honeycake and several slices of fruit. It wobbles, but she presents it to you. "Breakfast!" she announces. You take it gladly and note that her other fist clenches what used to be a piece of cake in her other hand. Nearly her entire arm is covered in sticky honey. She looks at Aster. "Awe! But the pretty man didn't get a piece…" He waves a hand, and you note how he grimaces, watching where her sticky hand is going carefully. "It's fine, child. I don't need cake." "Let’s share!" She raises the sticky mess in her fist. You eat your cake with a grin as you watch. Aster leans back far in his seat. "It's…fine, you can run along. I'm sure your father needs you in the kitchen." She shakes her head. "No, he told me I did a good job. I put honey on top of the cake! See!?" Yan walks closer and holds the gooey cake closer to him. He nearly flips the chair back in his haste to lean away. "I see. Good job, child. $mc looks like $heshe could use more…honey. Maybe you should go get some?" The little girl shakes her head again. "It's gone! I used it all." She walks up to his chair. "Don't feel bad, we share!" Aster's dark eyes go wide as she begins to crawl up on his lap, sticky hand first. He chokes on a breath as she smears honey against his arm as well before holding the cake to his face. You'd intervene, but you really think Aster needs a bit of sweetness in his day, and Yan has it handled. "Don't be shy!" she cheers. "Take a bite!" There's a war on his face, and you're even more surprised that he hasn't just pushed the sticky kid off his lap and walked away. He looks disgusted – completely. But…you can tell he's //thinking// about it. Is he worried about disappointing her? You watch in delight as he leans forward just slightly and takes a tiny bite of the mashed cake in her hand. "Mm," he goes, his lips curling down in a grimace. "That's…that's lovely. Thank you." Yan screeches and giggles, jumping off and running out of the room, yelling that she 'fed the pretty man.' Biting your lip, you try hard not to react. He glowers at you in a way that rivals Oswin's grumpiest face. You can see how he twitches, feeling the sticky honey clinging to him. <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"You handled that with a lot of grace…" you muse.<<else>>You don't hide your snickering any longer. "Wow, she does //not// fall for your prickly attitude at all. I think you've met your match."<</if>> Aster stands, holding his hands away as if they were tainted in something ungodly. "I'm going to go wash…and rinse my mouth out." [[You take a big bite of your honeycake as you watch him leave.|7.11]]

You finish your breakfast in the company of your da, Emre, and Yan. It feels as though you weren't ill at all. There's some residual fatigue, but you feel otherwise normal. Using some veiled speech for the child's sake, they update you on the cleanup the day after you were attacked. The town guard assisted in ensuring all bodies were accounted for and taken care of. Those who lived and either deserted their squad or were injured were taken into custody and sent in a caravan to Lale for city officials to deal with. The woods were searched for signs of Ansar and the soldier who helped him escape, but neither was found. Your father presumes they went back either to a camp or are off to one of the cities. For now, there's not much else to be done. <<if $knowkanta is true>>Apparently, Kanta has taken it upon <<if $kanta is 'male'>>himself<<else>>herself<</if>> to handle the judicial aspect of what happens next. With <<if $kanta is 'male'>>his<<else>>her<</if>> connections to the councils, the issue and overreach of Tallulah's king will be addressed by the other monarchs.<<else>>Apparently, an acquaintance of Oswin's, named Kanta, has taken it upon themselves to handle the judicial aspect of what happens next. With their connections to the councils, the issue and overreach of Tallulah's king will be addressed by the other monarchs.<</if>> It will take some time, but your da thinks it may make the king think twice before trying anything else like it again. Though he's a little concerned about his background being used as leverage. Not that it would change much, but your father very much wants to keep that part of his past behind him. The unfortunate part in all of this is that, since you're well, the next steps must be taken soon. Both Emre and Da lament that the quiet break you had is over, and there's no time to be wasted now. You're given the rest of the day to recover, but tomorrow marks the start of planning and preparation for your next journey. With only a partial day of freedom, you know just who you'd like to spend some special time with… <<if $romancelockin is true>>[[Oswin.|7.12O]]<<else>>$flirt_label [[Zahn.|7.12Z][$RO7time to "Zahn"]] $flirt_label [[Duri.|7.12D][$RO7time to "Duri"]] $flirt_label [[Rune.|7.12R][$RO7time to "Rune"]] $flirt_label [[Aster.|7.12A][$RO7time to "Aster"]] [[Your parents.|7.12P][$RO7time to "parents"]] *//Highly// recommended to choose your main romantic prospect if you plan on romancing anyone. Otherwise, choosing your parents is advised, as all RO encounters are flirtatious and have optional physical displays of affection. <</if>>

<<if $touching is "all">> *Because you have chosen to have a physical relationship with Oswin, please enter some information even if you have already entered it before. **The sexual content will undergo a revamp eventually which will set everything from the start of the game, but until then, some information may need to be entered for certain events. There's a first time for everything…$mc is currently <<if $virgin is true>>a virgin<<else>>not a virgin<</if>>, but as far as other "firsts" are concerned, have they had none or all of them? <<listbox "$firsts" autoselect>> <<option "none">> <<option "all">> <</listbox>> (There will be no ability to specify certain firsts. "All" implies that $mc knows what $heshe <<if $pronouns is "they">>are<<else>>is<</if>> doing to some extent and has a certain level of comfort with sexual actions. "None" implies that Oswin has been their first kiss and will be their first everything else. The main differences between the choices are flavor text and confidence level. The moments will be mostly the same. There is no intercourse with him in this chapter; however, in the future, virgin MCs will have some differences in the scene when they finally have sex.) From now on, $flirt_label will indicate a physical romantic moment and $flirt_label $flirt_label will indicate physical romantic moments that have more involved touch. As you've made the selection for sexual content, some of these moments may get a bit heated. You will always be warned and given the option to pass on sexual encounters. Things such as kissing and some touching will happen naturally. That said…please select your genitals! *In an effort to be more inclusive and give you more control over the material, this section of character creation has been expanded. It may feel a bit clinical as you go through the selections. This is a new system for sexual content that will eventually be implemented into other moments in the game. Feedback is welcome to help refine it and make it as inclusive as possible. *On your upper torso are: <<listbox "$chest" autoselect>> <<option "scars">> <<option "pecs">> <<option "breasts">> <</listbox>> *Lower Extremity Terminology: You have a lower extremity that is biologically ascribed to: <<listbox "$vpn" autoselect>> <<option "neither">> <<option "male">> <<option "female">> <</listbox>> [[Continue.|7.bits]]<<else>> *You are seeing this screen because you have selected no //sexual// content with Oswin. If this isn't right, or you've changed your mind [[Click Here!|O.phys change]] If this is correct, you are good to continue, and there's nothing more to set up here! **As a side note, as the game continues to be refined, you will not encounter the screen or ones like it as everything will be set up from the start of the game instead. [[Continue|7.O]]<</if>>

<<if $Zforgive is true>>Seeking Zahn out to spend some time is an easy decision.<<else>>Even if you're still sitting with all that $Zheshe told you, that doesn't stop you from wanting to spend some time with Zahn. And, who knows, maybe it will help you come to terms with everything.<</if>> You'd already been planning new clothing for $Zhimher as a surprise, and today seems like the best time for it. With Emre's help, you already secured some items that would likely fit $Zhimher. Your best friend is a bit shorter than Zahn, but has some tunics that should fit. <<if $height is 'verytall'>>All of your things would completely swamp $Zhimher.<<elseif $height is 'tall'>>All of your things would completely swamp $Zhimher.<<elseif $height is 'average'>>It was easy to add some of your things to the mix as well, mainly pants.<<else>>You were only able to find one of your own articles to add that might fit – a tunic which was much too long for you.<</if>> Zahn would need to try everything on, and <<if $hobby is 'needlework'>>then you could make some adjustments to them if needed<<else>>Willow had offered to make any needed adjustments<</if>>. Once those were settled, you wanted to take Zahn to the shops to buy a new cloak. Even though summer was approaching, Zahn needed something newer and better than layering several tattered cloaks together. Something that would keep the rain off $Zhimher would be ideal. With your plan settled, you spoke with Emre, who helped you retrieve the clothing he collected from his home. Once you had it set up in your room, you went to find Zahn, who was helping Rune with laundry. You interrupted as they were trying to coordinate hanging some bed linens – each twisting it the wrong way to unwrap it and get it on the line. After the fourth mix-up, Zahn was giggling, and Rune looked ready to toss the thing back in the basket. "Zahn?" you ask gently for $Zhisher attention. $Zcapitalheshe gives you a sheepish smile, tossing $Zhisher end of the linens to Rune and scampering to meet you. "Hi, $mc, what do you need?" You nod toward the house. <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>"Would you mind coming with me for a while? I have something I need your help with." Looking at Rune, you add, "As long as you don't mind."<<else>>"I'd like you to come with me for a while…" Looking at Rune, you add, "You'll be okay without $Zhimher, right?"<</if>> Rune begins to shoo Zahn toward you. "I'm fine here, the next basket is all small clothes anyway." <<if $Zforgive is true>>$Zcapitalheshe rushes over to you with a big smile. "I'm all yours."<<else>>$Zcapitalheshe hustles over to you, looking antsy. "I can do anything you need…"<</if>> You lead Zahn back through the house and up to your room. <<if $Zforgive is true>>$Zcapitalheshe wanders in, immediately interested in the pile of clothing on your bed.<<else>>$Zcapitalheshe hesitates at the door, and you have to gesture for $Zhimher to come in. Once you shut it, $Zheshe jumps.<</if>> "I thought today was as good as any to do this, especially since things will be…developing soon. We gathered some clothing here for you, and I need you to try them on so we can see what fits and what you like." Zahn's mouth opens and doesn't close. $Zcapitalheshe stands in silence, gawking at you – frozen in place. You figured $Zheshe would be moved, but not silent – never silent. You clear your throat and pull $Zhimher over closer to the bed. "Since Emre is about your size, we managed to gather quite a few things. <<if $hobby is 'needlework'>>I can make any adjustments or repairs to the things you like.<<else>>His wife offered to make any adjustments or repairs you might need for the ones you like.<</if>>" "Seriously?" Zahn asks, running $Zhisher hands through $Zhisher hair. "You would just give me these?" You nod. "Well, yes. You need clothing. Even if you can't pack it all with us when we leave, we'll set it aside for you and keep it here for later. After you try these, we'll go to town and get you a cloak too." $Zcapitalheshe shakes $Zhisher head. "I can't… A cloak? That's…" You wave your hands. "No arguing. You really need a good cloak. The ones you have are tattered beyond repair. You need something that will shed water better. Summer will bring storms…." Zahn scrubs at $Zhisher eyes. "$mc, I…I don't know what to say. After what I did…" Placing your hands on $Zhisher shoulders, you get $Zhimher to look at you. "You didn't //do// anything. <<if $Zforgive is true>>Remember? I forgave you. I //know// you, and I know you'd never hurt me or any of us. None of that changed how I felt about you.<<else>>Even if I'm struggling with it, I still care. I care that your needs are met. I'm…I'm just digesting all you told me.<</if>> And it's not just me who wanted to do this for you either. The others have helped. We all pitched in gold for the cloak, too." That information just makes $Zhisher chin quiver. "I can never thank you enough…" You shrug. "Thank us by wearing these clothes?" $Zcapitalheshe sucks in a shaky breath, resisting the tears as much as $Zheshe can. "I will…and I'll never take them off!" You snort. <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"You still have to do laundry. Sentiment will not get you out of that."<<else>>"When you start stinking, I'll just throw you into a stream then."<</if>> With eagerness, Zahn begins to fish through the various tunics and pants. A few are ruled out pretty fast. Since Emre is shorter, some of the shirts are clearly too short. Most of the tunics appear long enough, and a few pairs of pants that lace in the front will probably fit Zahn's hips. You do not even get to offer privacy, as Zahn immediately strips to try on the new articles. <<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>Trying to ignore the way it makes your face burn, you remain supportive, but glance away when you can.<<else>>The intention was to at least offer, but you're not exactly going to turn down the show either.<</if>> For a while, you hand things to $Zhimher, fold the discarded items back up, and give your opinion on the fit and look of a few others. Zahn chatters and gushes the whole time, enjoying how the fabrics feel and the colors – even if they aren't particularly special – and seems to like showing them off for you. It makes you smile to watch the unbridled joy $Zheshe has just for clothes, something you may have always taken for granted before. You watch as Zahn looks at $Zhimselfherself in the mirror, running $Zhisher hands down the front of a deep blue tunic, and shifting about in the linen pants that actually reach $Zhisher ankles… $flirt_label [[You come up behind and meet Zahn's eyes in the mirror.|7.12Za]] $flirt_label $flirt_label [[You come up behind and wrap Zahn in your arms.|7.12Zb]]

You're wondering what the demigod is up to. Your papa has been very accepting of $Dhimher since the secret came out during the fight. Once the emotions from the ordeal had leveled out, your da was a little more on edge about Duri but not dismissive. He seems to understand that $Dheshe isn't like the gods at large, which he loathes. Your da seems more thankful than anything that $Dheshe was able to take on so much for your protection. Without Duri, there would be little hope for any of you standing against two demons. Emre informed you during your rounds that the demigod had been ill on and off throughout the day after the fight. $Dcapitalheshe tried to deal with it on $Dhisher own, but Willow managed to make $Dhimher drink something she concocted to ease $Dhisher stomach. According to Emre, she had to use her 'mother tone.' When you set out to find your wolfy friend, you pass Zahn and Rune struggling with the laundry – hanging a very wily bed linen on the line. The mage appears particularly exasperated, but Zahn can't stop laughing. You wander around until you find Duri behind the barn staring at a very muddy $wolf, who looks especially happy. When $Dheshe turns and sees you, $Dheshe smiles widely. You note that Duri's wolf ears and tail are gone. You'd thought that, since the secret was out anyway, $Dheshe might stay in $Dhisher half-form, at least while on your family's homestead. You don't have any neighbors that are terribly close, and visitors stick to the main house. "Hey," Duri says and waves. "Our little mud-lover doesn't want to take a bath…" <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"Again? It's not even that hot yet. Why does she keep getting into the mud?"<<else>>"Are we talking about you or $wolf?"<</if>> Duri snorts and rolls $Dhisher eyes. "I think she's doing it to get back at me for the baths, actually. We're caught in a cycle. I get her clean and smelling nice, and she undoes all my hard work. And then your papa laughs…" You hum. "Can you make her mind with your magic?" $Dcapitalheshe shrugs. "Probably, but I wouldn't. Valko did that, I don't. I just ask. It always felt unfair to make them do things when they…I guess it just felt like a betrayal to me." <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>"That's sweet of you."<<else>>"You respect your wolves."<</if>> Duri nods. "Yeah…I guess." $Dcapitalheshe folds $Dhisher arms. "I never liked seeing my father make them do anything. Not like he intentionally hurt any of the pack, but…I don't know, it felt //bad//." You walk up to Duri's side. "Was he strict?" $Dcapitalheshe nods. It goes quiet, and $wolf saunters up, sitting at your feet and wagging her muddy tail. You're not sure what to say to $Dhimher, but $Dheshe seems to be thinking. Duri glances at you, and $Dhisher little snaggle tooth pops out to bite $Dhisher lip. "Momma said he was complicated…" "Yeah?" "I wanted him to love me as my mother loved me. Once." That gives you an ache in your heart. "You don't think he did?" $Dheshe shakes $Dhisher head. There's a tingle of something, maybe pity or maybe a gross sense of fear for Duri's mother. The world was very different when Duri was a child, especially when it came to gods and marriage. You recall just a few of the things you read in the book Nathanael gave your da. You swallow the lump in your throat and decide to ask. "Did- did he love your mother? Did he at least do that?" Duri chuckles. Odd response. Taking a deep breath, Duri turns to face you more. "Yeah, he did. Maybe the one thing we agreed on. Though Mother made him work for it. They sort of accidentally fell into each other's paths, I guess." "How does one accidentally get married to a god?" $Dcapitalheshe laughs. "Like I said…she made him work for it. I don't even think she intended to fall for him. It was complicated, even I figured that out. Her close friends didn't like him, and I think they tried to pull her away…" "And she //wanted// to stay? He didn't…I read that some gods were really…" You wave your hand in a circle, unsure of how to phrase it without possibly hurting Duri's feelings. $Dcapitalheshe scoffs. "Valko was strong, no doubt, but my mother was too. She wasn't short of other gods who wanted her…even if she didn't think she could leave on her own power, she'd find a way. No…Valko was pretty weak when it came to her. They'd argue. He'd raise his voice, but it never scared her. It scared everyone else, though…" A sour look comes over $Dhisher face. You come a little closer and lean in, brushing $Dhisher shoulder with your own. "You too?" you ask quietly. Duri nods. "Me too…" "I'm sorry," you say, unsure of what else you really could. Surprisingly, $Dheshe continues, with just a mumble – almost a whisper. "This was hers…" $Dcapitalheshe fiddles with the gold earring in $Dhisher right ear. You look at the shiny gold cuff. You've seen it, of course, and the obvious part of $Dhisher left ear that's missing right where the match would be. "It's pretty… How? Um, well, you had them in even when you were a wolf…" "Mother had them- it enchanted. I always admired her earrings, as long as I can remember. She noticed, because of course she did…." "Do they feel like her?" you ask softly, lest you spook away $Dhisher sentimental mood. "Like how her flowers do?" Duri nods, a small smile on $Dhisher lips. <<if $gravevisit is "Duri">>"Yeah, sort of how your birthplace feels like your birth mother. As far as I can tell anyway."<</if>> [[That makes you smile as well.|7.12D2]]

There's something strange about heading out to spend time with a powerful, semi-noble mage who is currently washing your family's bed linens with a former cultist. You try not to think about that too much. Struggling not to laugh, you watch Rune and Zahn wrestle to coordinate hanging a large blanket on the line. They each keep twisting the wrong way from each other. Zahn surrenders to a fit of giggles as you take over, help unwind the wily blanket, and get it on the line. Once you're successful, Zahn insists that Rune take a break with you since there isn't much left to do anyway. The two of you walk together, deeper into your family's homestead, and you take a moment to admire how dressed-down Rune is. $Rcapitalheshe has a way of making the most casual outfit look refined. You can't help but wonder if it's intentional, since this stylishly haphazard look is one you've seen before. $Rcapitalhisher linen button-up shirt is half tucked into rough-hewn dark pants, left unbuttoned at the collar to the middle of $Rhisher chest. Suspenders keep the pants in line, though one strap is a little loose, hanging lazily at the edge of $Rhisher shoulder. The trousers are rolled up to Rune's mid-calf, and you're shocked to find $Rhimher barefoot for once. Rune looks at you, noticing that you're studying $Rhimher, and tilts $Rhisher head in a silent question. "I'm curious," you decide to say. "Did you really just throw on some work clothes today, or did you spend some time curating the look?" The mage looks taken aback. "Curating the look?" $Rheshe repeats. "I didn't want to get my robes filthy… This is far from my best look, $mc." "Hm." You're at a loss for words. "Why?" Rune prompts. "Do you… Do you think I look nice?" There's a hopeful tone to the question. You nod. "It seems you always do," you say a bit absently. "Oh," Rune replies, then lets out a breathy laugh. As you peek over at $Rhimher, you spy $Rhimher biting $Rhisher lip and rubbing the back of $Rhisher neck. Rune's eyes are curled up in a barely concealed smile. "Do you prefer clothing like this to your robes?" you ask, partly out of curiosity and partly to break up the quiet. "No, not necessarily. I like them both. My robes make me //feel// a certain way, but I suppose these do too. I often think of this outfit as one for work or for relaxing, but my robes have their own sense of comfort. What about you?" You think for a moment. <<if $clothing is "comfortable">>"Well, I just like to be comfortable. I don't see a reason to be too rigid day to day. Sure, I have things for special occasions, but I don't like feeling restricted."<<elseif $clothing is "regular">>"I don't think there's anything terribly particular about the way I dress. I just wear what I need to, depending on what I'm doing or what's going on. I guess I'm just not picky."<<elseif $clothing is "business">>"You know, I just prefer to look professional. I appreciate order, particularly with my clothing, and I feel like it sends a message to others."<<elseif $clothing is "color">>"I like to add vibrancy where I can. There are only so many dyes, and I want to add color to all that I am. They make me feel good, and I think others feel good when they see me in my bold attire."<<elseif $clothing is "revealing">>"Well, it might surprise you that my clothes make me feel powerful as well as attractive. Clothing is nice, yes, but the body is too. We're walking art pieces, and I feel that clothing should…frame us. What I wear is part of who I am, my display, and I don't want it to cover me up completely."<</if>> "A very //you// answer," Rune replies with a grin. "It's refreshing that you are one to just do your own thing. In the circles I grew up in, your clothing was always a source of judgment. Colors, the style, and accessories had meaning. I often clashed with others over my preferences. For a long time, I wore what my mother dressed me in, but when I left, I only took with me the items I loved." <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>"I'm glad that you can be who you want to be and look how you want as well.<<else>>"That's outrageous to be judged in such a way. You are better off, and you always look lovely.<</if>> It is their loss." Rune smiles at you, taking a deep and slow breath, one that sounds quite relaxed and maybe relieved. You continue walking for a while until you meet the line of trees that border the yard and lead into the woods. The two of you find trees that are close together to lean against and enjoy the warm breeze that rolls through. "I owe you an apology," Rune says. You raise an eyebrow. "I don't think so. You've not slighted me." Pursing your lips, you dare to joke. "So help me, if you also tell me you're an assassin…" A sudden snort of laughter escapes Rune, and $Rheshe slaps a hand over $Rhisher face in embarrassment. "No!" $Rcapitalheshe chuckles. "Nothing like that… It's just that, well, Aster was right. Though you recovered easily thanks to his help, you still fell ill because I taught you how to use the magic within your curse." You roll your eyes out of reflex. "Rune, do not apologize. I would take hundreds of relapses if it meant saving either of my parents from harm. It's because of you that I still have my da. It's because you taught me that I got to eat his honeycake for breakfast this morning." You nearly get choked up. $Rcapitalheshe looks at you, brow pinched, and mouth turned down. "I guess I didn't realize that the moment was quite so harrowing…" "You had your hands full with Ansar. I thought Da would be killed, it felt like a certainty… <<if $fightfeeling is "scared">>I was so scared through the whole thing; I've never experienced anything like that. When I saw my father, and that man was over him…<<else>>You know, even though I've never experienced a fight like that before, I felt so sure that we'd make it out okay. And then when I saw my father just a moment away from death…<</if>>" "Moments like that can change you. No matter how you felt, it's okay." Rune says softly. "We made it. Your fathers both made it." <<if $phasers is "kill">><<if $killregret is "you don't regret it">>"I can't bring myself to regret taking that man's life. Part of me wonders if I should, but he didn't even think twice about trying to kill my father."<<else>>"I'm struggling with having killed that man. Not that he was…I know he'd have killed my da, but I feel like I sunk to his level. I just hate it.<</if>><<else>>"I can't help but hope that he learned a lesson of some sort. I'm certain that it hurt, at least. Even if my magic didn't, hitting the ground certainly did…"<</if>> You take a breath. <<if $phasers is "kill">><<if $killregret is "you don't regret it">>Rune nods. "That's the best attitude to have. Death isn't something to celebrate, but he made the choice to attack your family. He didn't bat an eye at murder. A death in defense of another is justice as far as I'm concerned."<<else>>Rune looks at you softly. "I understand why you may feel that way, just know, it was //not// murder. A death in defense of another life is justice. Maybe it doesn't make you feel any better about it, and it will take time for you to make peace, just know that you did not do wrong. Your da or any one of us could have died had you not taken him out."<</if>><<else>>"I'm certain he did. At the very least, you gave him and everyone there who witnessed a reason to think twice before they ever try something against you or your family again. They'll see justice, don't you worry."<</if>> [[A quiet lull settles after such a heavy topic.|7.12R2]]

<<set $Aflirt +=5>> The man on your mind is probably still washing up. You'd be curious to see if he's up for spending some time with you. He's already at your home, he may as well… Walking to the first-floor washroom, you find the door open and Aster scrubbing his arm over the wash basin with a cloth. He's holding his mouth in a frown, not bothering to hide his disgust. You walk in and see that his arm is red from scrubbing. "I think you got it…" You fold your arms as you look at him. He sighs. "I can still //feel// it." Smacking his lips, he grimaces even more. "And taste it. Who knows where that child has been?" <<if $children is "nope">>"I understand the feeling. It's nice to not be on the receiving end of the sticky hands this time, I have to say. You took it like a champ, though. I'm surprised since you don't seem to like children."<<else>>"Elbow deep in cake, apparently. Your resolve is impressive considering you don't seem to like children."<</if>> Finally, he sets the cloth aside and examines his red arm. "Children are fine as long as they don't touch me." "Yeah?" you prompt, leaning your hip against the vanity. "Have you ever simply observed a child for long?" He shudders. "The sheer amount of things they do and touch with their hands is outrageous. And they think nothing of it!" he exclaims as if it's preposterous. <<if $children is "nope">>You nod. "Emre tells me that's how they learn, but it is…well, it //is// gross. They just don't know it's gross yet. I can't believe I was ever like that, though my fathers would tell you otherwise."<<else>>You shrug and chuckle. "Of course, they're figuring out the world. You were a child once, you did the same."<</if>> Aster makes a face and groans as he realizes there's big stain of honey clinging to his shirt. Grabbing the washcloth, he starts to furiously scrub it. "//I// was never like that as a child. I did not need to learn by rolling in dirt and eating…eating insects and grass, or whatever else I could stuff in my mouth." You give him an incredulous look. "Excuse me if I don't believe that. You were probably too young to remember." He rolls his eyes. "Even if I ever tried, my parents would never allow me to do such things. Doesn't matter if I can't remember, I //know// them, and they'd have beat the-" He stills completely. //Beat//? Unfreezing, he continues to scrub at the shirt. "Anyway, there are other ways for children to learn. Damn this spot…" It's a bit awkward to say anything since you know he'll just push it off. You already had a hunch that his upbringing was strict. He makes a strange, garbled noise. "It's soaked through, ugh, I can feel it on my skin!" With a swift motion, he pulls the shirt over his head and tosses it on the vanity before scrubbing at his chest with the cloth. You think that you shouldn't stare, but that thought slips from your mind the moment it arrives as your eyes drift along his torso. The hair along his chest and down to a fine trail along his stomach matches his beard – a reddish brown, though a bit lighter in shade. He doesn't seem to remember that you're there as he dips the rag back in the basin and rings it out lightly, though it's still dripping as he runs it along his torso, sending drops of water rolling down along his stomach. For a noble scholar, he's surprisingly muscular. Aster's hand stops suddenly, making your eyes shift to his face. He's staring back at you, looking a little surprised. He raises an eyebrow and smirks. "Enjoying the show?" he asks. <<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>You gasp and then stammer like an absolute fool, failing to come up with any reason that you'd be staring at his bare chest.<<else>>You shrug casually. "It's not bad, I suppose."<</if>> <<if $Astat is 'romantic'>>"I suppose that I shouldn't be surprised. Your eye has been drifting toward me an awful lot since I joined your merry band… Don't get too attached, now. I'm not good for you, even if you are a bit cute." He winks. <<elseif $Astat is 'friends'>>"You've been terribly friendly since I joined your little group, but now I'm getting the sense that you're a bit more curious than you let on. Don't get too attached now." He winks.<<elseif $Astat is 'neutral'>>"I dare say that you haven't really been completely transparent with how you feel about me since I joined your group. Looks like some of your real feelings are slipping." He winks.<<elseif $Astat is 'distrust'>>"You keep acting like I'm some villain, yet here you are staring. I think you like me a bit more than you're trying to let on, and it's almost cute." He gives you a smug look.<<elseif $Astat is 'afraid'>>"You keep acting like a kicked puppy around me, yet here you are staring. I think you like me a bit more than you're trying to let on, and it's terribly cute." He gives you a smug look.<<else>>"You keep acting like a skittish rodent around me, yet here you are staring. You seem to want something but are afraid to ask for it. And I think you like me a lot more than you're trying to let on; it's terribly cute." He winks.<</if>> Perhaps you walked into that. <<if $Astat is 'romantic'>>He looks at you for a long moment as if he's thinking about something. "I suppose it's fair though…" he starts. "I did get to touch you before. Even if it was for…//scholarly purposes//." Tilting his head, he narrows his eyes playfully. "Is that what you were hoping for by coming in here with me? A chance to make things…fair?" <<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>Your face feels like it ignites. "No!" you snap in defense, and then quiet down to repeat, "//No//, I wasn't thinking such a thing."<<else>>You pretend to think for a moment. "Perhaps…I mean, it couldn't //hurt//, right?"<</if>> That just seems to stoke whatever fire is growing between you. He sets the rag down and begins to walk toward you. You hold your ground for a moment before his presence sends you against a wall next to the door, which he swings shut as he crowds your space. You wonder what it is with him and pinning against walls? He looms over you, supporting himself with one forearm against the wall. You keep your eyes trained on his face. "It's only fair," he says with a low tone. "You can touch, if you like. Perhaps it will finally rid me of the feeling of filth against my skin," he says in a bare whisper. You can't help but wonder if there's another meaning behind his words. $flirt_label $flirt_label [[Touch him.|7.12A.a]] $flirt_label [[Stare into his eyes instead.|7.12A.b]] $flirt_label $flirt_label [[Look at his hands – you'd rather him touch you again…|7.12A.c]]<<elseif $Astat is 'conflicted'>>He studies you before he tosses the rag down and begins to invade your space, sending you back until you hit the wall next to the door, which he quickly and quietly closes. You swallow hard as he crowds you, leaning over and supporting himself with a forearm against the wall. "Is that what you want, my little mouse? Do you want to even the score and touch me?" He tilts his head. "After all, I got to touch you, even if it was for…//scholarly purposes//." He narrows his eyes playfully. "So timid, but I can't help but think that it's all an act to antagonize me. Is that what you're doing?" You shake your head adamantly, voice lost under the pressure of his dark stare. He leans close enough for you to feel his heat. "When you look at me like that, it makes me feel like a cat playing with its food… I want to grab and hold you down, and every time you try to wriggle away, squeeze you in my claws." Unsure of what to do, you keep your eyes trained on his face. A call for your parents would take care of him quickly, but…you don't think you want that, not really. He might be onto something, you //like// this, though you’re not necessarily trying to antagonize him. "It's only fair," he says with a low tone. "You can touch, if you like. Perhaps it will finally rid me of the feeling of filth against my skin," he says in a bare whisper. You can't help but wonder if there's another meaning behind his words. $flirt_label $flirt_label [[Touch him.|7.12A.a]] $flirt_label [[Stare into his eyes instead.|7.12A.b]] $flirt_label $flirt_label [[Look at his hands – you'd rather him touch you again…|7.12A.c]]<<else>>He studies you for a long moment, wringing the rag in his hands. "You're a curiosity, you know…in more ways than the obvious. What are you after, though? What angle are you playing with me?" You shake your head. "No angle-" "Then, what do you want?" He needles the question. "Why come to me out of all your other precious sycophants?" "What?" You take a step back. "Sycophants? I wanted to spend some time with you, that's all. Perhaps get to know you a little more?" He stares at you and his brow pinches to the point that he almost looks angry. "That's it?" You look side to side. "Yes?" Aster goes quiet again, studying you. "Maybe…I read you wrong, Northbreaker. Or…could it be desire? My shirt is off, so you stare as if you're half-starved and I am a banquet. Is it simple lust that's drawn you to my presence? I suppose I can't blame you." You roll your eyes. Tossing the rag aside, he approaches you so fast that you end up backed against the wall next to the door, which he swiftly closes. "Did this begin when I examined you? Is that why you desire my attention? It would be fair for me to allow your hands on me, even if my touch was //scholarly// in nature…" <<if $Astat is 'afraid'>>Shrinking under his dark stare, you debate about calling for your fathers. You wanted to spend time with him, though, and you can't hide from yourself that you might like this sort of attention at least a little. Why else seek him out, even though he sends chills down your spine? Have you developed a thing for danger?<<else>>It's hard not to wither under his dark stare. There's a challenge in his eyes, but also genuine confusion as to why you bothered to approach him.<</if>> He chuckles. "What are you thinking so hard about, hm? Go on, if you want, touch me…" $flirt_label $flirt_label [[Touch him.|7.12A.a]] $flirt_label [[Stare into his eyes instead.|7.12A.b]] $flirt_label $flirt_label [[Look at his hands – you'd rather him touch you again…|7.12A.c]] <</if>>

<<if $vpn is "male">><<set $inout to "out">> Can you ejaculate? <<listbox "$ejac" autoselect>> <<option "no">> <<option "yes">> <</listbox>> Is the term "hard" okay? <<listbox "$hardok" autoselect>> <<option "no">> <<option "yes">> <</listbox>> If no, other terms may be used such as "stiff" or "aroused." Are terms such as penis/cock/dick acceptable? <<listbox "$phallus" autoselect>> <<option "no">> <<option "yes">> <</listbox>> If no, other terms will be used such as: shaft, length, member, form, extension etc… Are the terms testicles/balls acceptable? <<listbox "$sacterm" autoselect>> <<option "no">> <<option "yes">> <</listbox>> If no, terms such as stones or pouch will be used. [[Continue.|7.bits2a]] <<elseif $vpn is "female">><<set $inout to "in">> Are you okay with terms such as: vagina/pussy/cunt. <<listbox "$chamber" autoselect>> <<option "no">> <<option "yes">> <</listbox>> If no, other terms will be used, such as: hollow, passage, depths, core, etc… Does your body produce lubrication? <<listbox "$lube" autoselect>> <<option "no">> <<option "yes">> <</listbox>> Are you comfortable with the term "wet?" <<listbox "$wetterm" autoselect>> <<option "no">> <<option "yes">> <</listbox>> If no, other terms such as "arousal" will be used. Are you comfortable with the term "clit?" <<listbox "$clitterm" autoselect>> <<option "no">> <<option "yes">> <</listbox>> If no, other terms will be used, such as: bud, nerve point, ridge, node, etc… [[Continue.|7.bits2b]] <<else>> Select your primary sexual organ: <<listbox "$organ" autoselect>> <<option "phallus">> <<option "chamber">> <</listbox>> For additional clarification: -"Phallus" refers to any sex organ that protrudes from the body. It //might// be able to be used for penetration if desired, and may function similarly to a penis or clitoris. This selection assumes this is the primary organ for the sexual moment even if another, such as another entrance to the body, is also present. If penetration of the MC occurs during a story, it will be from anal. -"Chamber" refers to a sex organ that is internal, and can be penetrated if desired, and //might// function similarly to a vagina. It will also assume there is an external component that can be stimulated. If penetration of the MC occurs during the story, it will use this organ unless otherwise chosen by the player if the story allows. This selection will be used to further customize your MC as much as possible within the limits of coding for these scenes. [[Continue.|7.bits2c]] <</if>>

Emre informs you that Oswin is helping their parents around their home since you are safe, and he refuses to rest. Emre still notes that your lover had to be physically pulled from your side. The intention was for him to sleep, but he ended up just working on other things. You slip out and head down the road. The others are outside working and stop to wave at you. Rune and Zahn are hanging laundry, and you spot Duri chasing a muddy $wolf across the far side of your homestead. As you walk down the road, you can't help but marvel at how well you feel. It's as if you simply slept deeply through the night. Apart from the moments you were technically conscious, you'd hardly even know that you had another relapse. What may be even more curious is Aster's reaction. You're not sure what to think about him fainting afterward, and you can remember the surge you felt when he gave you magic – well, gave your curse magic. It might be something to ask Rune about later… When you come up on the clinic and Twinflower home, you find it surprisingly vacant. You imagine Betony and Kavi are inside with the twins. You hear some sort of creaking noise, like wood being strained, and then a sharp grunt before a snap. You slip around to the back of the building to find Oswin upon a ladder doing something to the roof. But…you're in no hurry to get his attention. His shirt is off. The way he's leaned over to work gives you a good view and makes his pants ride low on his pelvis. Your eyes trace from his hips to the dip along his waist and back up his strong chest, dappled with black hair. You're not sure if you ever noticed how…//fine// his waist is – all lean muscle that flexes with each movement. <<if $Oname is "Slutty Waist Boy">>Your nickname for him is just too perfect. He doesn't even realize what his waist does to you, or how much you'd love to wrap your hands around it… <</if>>He grunts as he pries something off the roof again, the muscles along his abdomen and back tensing in the best way. Drops of sweat slowly roll along his spine, highlighting the bronze tones of his skin. "$mc?" "Mm," you grunt, lost in the sight. "$mc?" "Hm?" Oswin stares at you, his face skewed with worry. "Are you feeling okay enough to be out of bed?" You clear your throat and try not to bring attention to your gawking. "Yes, sorry, I was…lost in thought." The less he knows about what you were thinking about, the better. He smiles softly. "If you can wait just a moment, I'll wrap this up." <<if $interest is 'choppin'>>You note the boards he's removed have traces of rot. "Alright. Take your time and make sure you get it resealed well. I can wait."<<elseif $interest is 'woodin'>>You note the boards he's removed have traces of rot. "Alright. Take your time and make sure you get it resealed well. I can wait."<<else>>"Sure," you respond. "No rush."<</if>> "Why don't you head to the clearing, actually. We can have…some privacy." He gives a nervous chuckle as he glances away from you. You agree and head out, rolling the memory of his form around and around in your mind. It makes you smile knowing that his heart is yours, and that he's oblivious to just how beautiful he is. [[You're curious as to why he wanted privacy…|7.O2]]

<<set $touching to "all">> Sexual content/touching is now ENABLED. Remember, that you can still pass on sexual moments or use the Fade to Black options to skip explicit content. With touching enabled, Oswin will be affectionate without prompting. [[Continue|7.12O]]

<<if $organ is "phallus">><<set $inout to "out">> Can you ejaculate? <<listbox "$ejac" autoselect>> <<option "no">> <<option "yes">> <</listbox>> Is the term "hard" okay? <<listbox "$hard" autoselect>> <<option "no">> <<option "yes">> <</listbox>> If no, other terms may be used such as "stiff." Are terms such as penis/cock/dick acceptable? <<listbox "$phallus" autoselect>> <<option "no">> <<option "yes">> <</listbox>> If no, other terms will be used such as: shaft, length, member, form, extension etc… Do you have a sac attached to your phallus? <<listbox "$sac" autoselect>> <<option "no">> <<option "yes">> <</listbox>> *If YES, are the terms testicles/balls acceptable? <<listbox "$sacterm" autoselect>> <<option "null">> <<option "no">> <<option "yes">> <</listbox>> If no, terms such as: stones or pouch will be used. [[Continue.|7.bitsc2]] <<else>><<set $inout to "in">> Are you okay with terms such as: vagina/pussy/cunt. <<listbox "$chamber" autoselect>> <<option "no">> <<option "yes">> <</listbox>> If no, other terms will be used, such as: hollow, passage, depths, core, etc… Does your body produce lubrication? <<listbox "$lube" autoselect>> <<option "no">> <<option "yes">> <</listbox>> *If YES, are you comfortable with the term "wet?" <<listbox "$wetterm" autoselect>> <<option "no">> <<option "yes">> <</listbox>> If no, other terms such as "arousal" will be used. Are you comfortable with the term "clit?" <<listbox "$clitterm" autoselect>> <<option "no">> <<option "yes">> <</listbox>> If no, other terms will be used, such as: bud, nerve point, ridge, etc… [[Continue.|7.bitsc3]] <</if>>

Resting in the shade of the trees surrounding the brook, you enjoy the breeze that rolls over the water. Cool gusts brush across your face, making you realize that Spring is ending already. With the days growing warmer and the chill gone from the nights, your mind spins as you try to recall the date. The realization – the 82nd day of Spring and nearly time for the Feast of Seasons – drops in your gut like a stone. You sigh heavily. Restful days are meant to be ahead, but they won't be. How has an entire season gone by so fast? You've either been walking or fighting for your life, and now the heat of summer is creeping up on you. Where will you be in one more season? Will you miss all of Summer as well? …Will there be any more seasons for you at all? "Hey." Oswin's voice snaps you from thought. You turn and find him smiling softly at you. Unfortunately, he’s wearing a shirt – though it’s a light grey linen one that reveals his collarbones and hangs a bit large on his frame. It may be the most relaxed article he owns. It's only then that you realize how much longer his hair has grown, flowing in the wind much like how his shirt billows with the breeze. "Are you okay?" he asks, coming close and gently touching your elbow. You nod. "Yeah, I'm fine now." He makes a face at you and, with a teasing tone, says, "Since you've had a bad few days, I'll temporarily forget that you said '//now//' and implied that you weren't fine before." You roll your eyes. "That was a very Rune thing to say." Oswin shrugs. "I won't argue that, $Rheshe is very insightful." Smiling, you nudge him with your shoulder. <<if $touching is "none">>He stands beside you and listens to the water flowing for a bit and enjoys the breeze. "I'm glad you're okay," he finally says. "I'm sure Emre told you all that happened." You nod. "Yes, but I hardly feel that I even had a relapse at all. It's the strangest thing. I've had short flares before, but they often left me feeling at least some malaise for a few days." Shaking his head, he folds his arms. "I almost didn't let him touch you…Aster, he…" Oswin sighs. "It was probably jealousy, but it just didn't sit well with me. I'm glad he could help you, though, even if I don't particularly care for him." "<<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>At least you can admit it…<<else>>Look at you, being all self-aware. I'm so proud!<</if>>" He huffs. You hum, resisting the urge to shake your head. "I was told he fainted after. What do you suppose that was about?" "Not sure," he says. "He did not look well. I did ask Rune, and $Rheshe said that, from what $Rheshe could feel, the power was…immense. I think the word $Rheshe used was //concentrated//. Not normal, is what I gathered. The others all told me they couldn't sense any magic around him before then." You mimic Oswin's stance, folding your own arms as you lean toward him a bit. "All of this is new to me, but that seems strange. He did tell me that he doesn't like using his magic, though." He glances away as he explains, "It was hard to tell, since I don't understand how magic works, but his face was strained. I suppose it could have been pain, too. But to me, he looked more focused. We pulled him away because his face went pale. Naturally, he tried to play it off, but he fell to his knees right after. He still tried to leave and passed out on the road."<<else>>He approaches your side and meekly touches the tips of his fingers to your arm in a silent request. You nod at him and try to contain your growing smile. Oswin hesitates for a moment, and you get the feeling he's trying to decide how to touch you before he slots in behind you and wraps his arms about your torso. <<if $height is 'verytall'>>He settles flush against your back,<<if $hairlength is "very long">> gently moving your hair before<<elseif $hairlength is "long">> gently moving your hair before<<elseif $hairlength is "shoulder length">> gently moving your hair before<</if>> resting his head between your shoulders.<<elseif $height is 'tall'>>He settles against your back,<<if $hairlength is "very long">> gently moving your hair before<<elseif $hairlength is "long">> gently moving your hair before<<elseif $hairlength is "shoulder length">> gently moving your hair before<</if>> resting his head at the back of your neck.<<elseif $height is 'average'>>He presses against you, head coming to rest on your shoulder.<<else>>He bends to be close to you, nuzzling the side of your head against his own.<</if>> "I'm glad you're okay," he finally says. "I'm sure Emre told you all that happened." You nod, bringing your hands over his and rubbing soothing circles against the warm skin. "Yes, but I hardly feel that I even had a relapse at all. It's the strangest thing. I've had short flares before, but they often left me feeling at least some malaise for a few days." Sighing, he hugs you closer. "I almost didn't let him touch you…Aster, he…" Oswin grumbles. "It was probably jealousy, but it just didn't sit well with me. I'm glad he could help you, though, even if I don't particularly care for him." "<<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>At least you can admit it…<<else>>Look at you, being all self-aware. I'm so proud!<</if>>" He huffs. You hum, resisting the urge to shake your head. "I was told he fainted after. What do you suppose that was about?" "Not sure," he says. "He did not look well. I did ask Rune, and $Rheshe said that, from what $Rheshe could feel, the power was…immense. I think the word $Rheshe used was //concentrated//. Not normal, is what I gathered. The others all told me they couldn't sense any magic around him before then." You lean into him, still a bit perplexed at your new mode of being with him. "All of this is new to me, but that seems strange. He did tell me that he doesn't like using his magic, though." "It was hard to tell, since I don't understand how magic works, but his face was strained. I suppose it could have been pain, too. But to me, he looked more focused. We pulled him away because his face went pale. Naturally, he tried to play it off, but he fell to his knees right after. He still tried to leave and passed out on the road." He releases you from the hug and moves to stand next to you.<</if>> "Stubborn," you muse as you look at him, deciding against noting the similarity in the two men. He grunts in agreement, and you get the feeling he already knows. Suddenly, you remember. "Oswin, your side – is it healing well?" You can't believe you failed to notice how it looked when you were gawking earlier. "Hm? Oh! Yes, it's fine. There's soreness inside the muscle, but the puncture is nearly closed thanks to Rune. $Rcapitalheshe insisted this morning on giving me a boost to heal it since you were doing so well." He lifts his shirt so you can look. You peer at the marks. They're still raw and a bit angry, but you can already see new scar tissue covering the wounds. He doesn't even need a bandage. <<if $touching is "none">>You study it closely.<<else>>Gently, you feel the soft skin around it, noting how the muscles twitch under your touch.<</if>> It is hard not to be amazed. The internal wound will be more significant to heal, no doubt, but the flesh already knitting itself back together is a wonder. Oswin pulls his shirt back down, and you note that the tips of his ears are darker than normal. He clears his throat. "Um, Rune said $Rheshe checked it thoroughly, and then focused on getting the wound sealed so the inside could heal without risk of infection." "That's good, I'm relieved. I was worried, and then so much happened…" He sighs. "I feel like that's been the story of this season for us…" You chuckle. "So, the bolt that hit you…it wasn't one of Aster's, I hope." He shakes his head. "No, there was an archer among the soldiers who also had a crossbow. Once I was struck, Aster managed to find them and…well, you can imagine what he did. I believed he may have taken the bolts afterward. They're made of a fine metal. Sounds like they may come in handy later." A sigh escapes you before you can pull it back; the coming journey is not something you want to think about right now, not while alone with your love. Peeking at him, you notice he’s staring back – brows furrowed, worry in his eyes. His gaze, those deep green pools, is easy to get lost in and holds you effortlessly. Even though you've seen those eyes look so sad or angry in recent years, they’re different now. There’s a lightness to them, and to Oswin’s whole being, that wasn’t there before. Was it you? Could you have given him this lightness? Would your death rip it away? <<if $Odie is true>>The dread renews itself in your heart. Should you have begun this relationship when there was no promise that it had a future?<<if $Odietold is true>> You tried to mention it before, but he was determined that the worry was unfounded.<<else>> Should you tell him your thoughts?<</if>> <<if $Odietold is true>>[[You need to bring it up again even if it stresses both of you…|7.O2.worry]] [[You can't stand the thought right now. You'll move to something else.|7.O3]]<<else>>[[You need to say something…|7.O2.worry]] [[You can't stand the thought right now. You'll move to something else.|7.O3]]<</if>><<else>>You pushed the thought aside before, but should you rethink that? Do you really feel so determined? [[You need to say something…|7.O2.worry]] [[You can't stand the thought right now. You'll move to something else.|7.O3]] <</if>>

"<<if $Odietold is true>>I know you didn't want me to worry, but I have to bring it up again…<<else>>I need to tell you something.<</if>>" <<if $touching is "none">>He turns to look at you.<<else>>He places his arm around your shoulders, rubbing soothing circles with his thumb.<</if>> "We can talk about anything you need to, it's okay." "I can't help but think…'what if I die?'" <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>Your voice struggles to get all the words out.<<else>>You hate the way your voice cracks.<</if>> "You seem happy…lighter. And, I am too, but I keep thinking about if I don't-" "Don't say it," he pleads. "You don't have to say it. I'm not going to let it happen, $mc." <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"You can't promise that, and you know it. We need to be realistic here."<<else>>"I didn't realize that you could read our futures."<</if>> You sigh. "I care about you, Oswin. Maybe I- maybe we agreed to //this// too soon? If the worst happens, it will only hurt you more." He shakes his head hard. "Please don't think about that." Moving to stand in front of you, he <<if $touching is "none">>looks deep into your eyes, clutching his shirt in his fists as if it's helping him keep his grip on reality<<else>>takes your hands in his and squeezes<</if>>. "I don't wish either of us to dwell on that possibility. I don't want to think about a world without you in it." He sniffles. "I understand your fear, but please believe me that //if// the worst comes to pass, ''not'' having called you my lover won’t ease my pain. Whether we are estranged, simply friends, or partners…my grief would be…a chasm that I could never hope to cross." <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"You fool," you chide.<<else>>"You idiot," you snark.<</if>> <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>"Only you could make such a morbid thing feel so endearing."<<else>>"When did you become so poetic? It's hardly fair, I'm trying to be…//wistful// and you're undoing all my hard work."<</if>> A smirk appears on his lips, though his eyes shine with tears. "I have never felt so hopeful before. You've brought this out of me, so you can only blame yourself." You sigh. Perhaps you're defeated for now. It doesn't completely erase your worry, but for now, it tamps down the urgency you feel. Oswin looks at you like you've given him the world on a platter. <<if $touching is "none">>"Will you sit with me for a while, please? We don't have to talk or do anything, I just…I just want to be in your company." "Of course," you say. "Let's sit for a while." The two of you find the fallen log on one side of the brook to rest on. Neither of you feels the need to fill the silence except for the occasional comment – mostly when you see a bird arguing with a squirrel over some tasty morsel. [[You never knew before that love could shroud you with so much peace.|7.13]]<<else>>He closes any gaps between you and softly cradles the side of your face in a warm hand. <<if $height is 'verytall'>>You smile softly down at him and cover his hand with your own.<<elseif $height is 'tall'>>You lean into his hand and place your hand on top of it.<<elseif $height is 'average'>>You smile up at him and place your hand on his.<<else>>You smile up at him and gently run your hand along his arm.<</if>> Oswin sighs with such contentment that you'd think he had just eaten a delicious feast. His eyes drift to your lips and seem to get caught up there. In another moment, you feel his thumb drift to your bottom lip to run along it. With a sharp breath, he moves his hand. "Sorry," he mumbles. You have a feeling that he may want to kiss you… [[Put his hand back and see if he will.|7.O.Okiss]] [[Kiss him…|7.O.MCkiss]] <</if>>

Not now. Maybe not ever, you're not sure. The thought is there, though, and you don't think it's going to go away. But you are giving right now with him. You are owed some reprieve from your worries and thoughts, even if you're not sure if it's completely a good thing. "Are you okay?" he asks. "Oh." You snap back to attention. "Yeah, my head has been a little adrift since I woke up, is all." It's not technically a lie. "That's understandable. Be sure that you get plenty of rest. There's work ahead, and it's better that you relax now while you have the opportunity." You hum. "Like what you were doing by not sleeping or eating and repairing the roof on your house?" His lips pull into a firm line. "Remind me to have a chat with my brother about keeping his mouth shut…" "Not a chance." A snicker escapes him, the sound light and carefree. "I will rest, I promise. Now that I've seen you up and well, I will eat and sleep." "Well, I have nothing going on today…So, I suppose it will be my responsibility to make sure you follow through." You smile at him. Oswin steps around in front of you and looks at you like you've given him the world on a platter. <<if $touching is "none">>"Will you sit with me for a while then, please? We don't have to talk or do anything, I just…I just want to be in your company." "Of course," you say. "Let's sit for a while." The two of you find the fallen log on one side of the brook to rest on. Neither of you feels the need to fill the silence except for the occasional comment – mostly when you see a bird arguing with a squirrel over some tasty morsel. [[You never knew before that love could shroud you with so much peace.|7.13]]<<else>>He closes any gaps between you and softly cradles the side of your face in a warm hand. <<if $height is 'verytall'>>You smile softly down at him and cover his hand with your own.<<elseif $height is 'tall'>>You lean into his hand and place your hand on top of it.<<elseif $height is 'average'>>You smile up at him and place your hand on his.<<else>>You smile up at him and gently run your hand along his arm.<</if>> Oswin sighs with such contentment that you'd think he had just eaten a delicious feast. His eyes drift to your lips and seem to get caught up there. In another moment, you feel his thumb drift to your bottom lip to run along it. With a sharp breath, he moves his hand. "Sorry," he mumbles. You have a feeling that he may want to kiss you… [[Put his hand back and see if he will.|7.O.Okiss]] [[Kiss him…|7.O.MCkiss]] <</if>>

Before long, you are all back around your dining table making plans. <<if $knowkanta is true>>You're surprised when Kanta also shows up.<<if $kanta is 'male'>> He greets you warmly, and reassures you not to fret. He also whispers an apology on behalf of his family for Ves's poor behavior toward you.<<else>>She greets you warmly, and reassures you not to fret. She also whispers an apology on behalf of her family for Ves's poor behavior toward you.<</if>><<else>>You're officially introduced to Oswin's acquaintance, Kanta, who is handling the legal matters with King Almalric's overreach with the attack and attempted abduction. They're quite cordial and glad to meet you. They also slip in an apology for the poor behavior of Ves, their cousin.<</if>> After some time, tea and honeycake are served, and everyone except Kanta takes a seat either at the table or at the couch, which has been pulled close. The quiet council member waits, hands folded, until everyone settles before spearheading the conversation. <<if $kanta is 'male'>>He smiles warmly, elegant robes swaying as he moves to make sure everyone can see him. "Greetings, everyone," he starts. "I am Kanta of the Thornbloom family. I am a newly appointed common council member for our region. It's a pleasure to meet you all officially, and delightful to speak to a couple of you again – Rundis, Aster." He nods.<<elseif $kanta is 'female'>>She smiles warmly, elegant robes swaying as she moves to make sure everyone can see her. "Greetings, everyone," she starts. "I am Kanta of the Thornbloom family. I am a newly appointed common council member for our region. It's a pleasure to meet you all officially, and delightful to speak to a couple of you again – Rundis, Aster." She nods.<<else>>They smile warmly, elegant robes swaying as they move to make sure everyone can see them. "Greetings, everyone," they start. "I am Kanta of the Thornbloom family. I am a newly appointed common council member for our region. It's a pleasure to meet you all officially, and delightful to speak to a couple of you again – Rundis, Aster." They nod.<</if>> The two in question nod in return. Kanta continues. "I've had a discussion with Oswin, and I wanted to bring some news to your attention. I'll keep it succinct so I can return you to your meeting. I've been told you have very pressing matters to attend to. Official letters have been drafted and sent out to council heads, the monarchs, and the emperor about the attack on you. When Tallulah's king brought violence to you, it was an attack on our community as a whole. Justice will be found, but it will take time." You nod, still feeling unsure and angry. Kanta sighs. "I don't have the best of news, I'm afraid. Because this takes time, and because Almalric is the way he is, we have strong reason to believe that you may be targeted again. The guard has been extra vigilant. Oswin has worked to keep the patrol schedule shifting so they cannot track movements as well, but there have been sightings of at least two strangers hiding in the woods." There's a murmur around you. "Kip and Dov," Kanta addresses. "It is my honest opinion that you are not safe in your home any longer…. It grieves me to admit this. Your family dealings are your business. I do not ask for details, but I understand that $mc will be traveling soon. I am here to caution you and also offer support. You are an integral part of our home and have always given so much to all those around you. My advice is that you make arrangements to leave Stonebrook until it is safe to return." Your parents try to speak, but Kanta holds up a hand. "I am only delivering the information. Once I leave, please make the decision you feel is best. Stonebrook will rally around you. Should you stay, the townspeople will defend you as you would any of us. Should you decide to leave, we will keep your home safe, your livestock fed, and the garden tended. There is not much more that I can do for you or say. Please make your plans and send Oswin to me with your decision." Kanta leaves without much fanfare, first turning to you and giving you a respectful nod before patting Oswin on the shoulder and heading out the door. [[And then the room goes terribly quiet.|7.14]]

Softly, you grab his hand and place it on your face, looking him in the eyes with a silent request. His throat bobs as he swallows. You've already shared a kiss – a quick one fueled by excitement and passion. This is different. You're not both wrought with emotion like before; this is more intentional. Even though his hand trembles slightly, he traces your bottom lip again with his thumb. He slowly leans forward until his lips are nearly on yours before he freezes. With eyes wide open, he stares into yours and lightly pecks your lips. Your mouth immediately pulls into a smile. "Sorry," he mumbles, still close to you, like he wants to try again but is unsure. "Don't be," you whisper. "That was sweet. <<if $firsts is "none">>I'm nervous too, this is new for both of us.<<else>>I'm in no rush, you'll get used to it. I can help you get comfortable.<</if>>" He nods. "Can we try again? You know, for a //bigger// ki- kiss?" His voice shakes a bit as he speaks. "Sure," you say as you slide your arms around his neck. Closing your eyes, you lean towards him slightly and let him follow you at his own pace. His lips meet yours quicker this time and then pause. Oswin doesn't move then for a long moment, before you feel his lips glide across yours briefly. You think you feel the tip of his tongue, but it's hard to know. He pulls back suddenly. He rubs his forehead, and his eyes look worried. "Sorry," he says again. "That didn't seem right either." You tell yourself not to smile. You //will// yourself to not so much as grin. But he's so adorable. The way he takes it to heart just makes you love him more. <<if $firsts is "none">>Even though this is a learning experience for you as well, you think you might be able to help him along. It's likely Oswin is caught in his own head again and just needs things laid out a bit at a time until he feels comfortable.<<else>>It's refreshing, honestly, and it makes you excited to watch him experience these things with you. You may even really like the idea of teaching him…<</if>> <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"The best way to tackle something new is to break it down into steps, right?" The best way to get a Twinflower back on track is to have them problem-solve.<<else>>"I believe in us, Twinflower. By our powers combined, I think we can master the secrets of kissing." You do what you do best and break up the tension he's feeling.<</if>> "Is there anything specific that is making you uncomfortable?" He shifts his weight and responds in a small voice. "I just…I just don't know what to do. I think there's something I'm supposed to do with my- my tongue, right?" You nod. <<if $firsts is "none">>"Yes, I think so. We can just go by feeling. I think once we feel like it's right, then…then it's right…right?" You clear your throat.<<else>>"We don't have to, but yes. You can kiss with or without tongue.”<</if>> Taking a deep breath, he approaches you again and takes your face into his hands. Once his lips are just a wisp away, he stops again. There's a long pause, and you hear him swallow before yet another apology quietly leaves his throat. <<if $firsts is "none">>You run your fingers through his hair soothingly. "Remember this is new to me too. Don't be embarrassed or anything. I'm not going to criticize you. I just want to feel you kiss me… Should be simple, right?"<<else>>You allow yourself to grin this time. "It's simple, we just kiss…Put your lips to mine and just feel it. Start there, and then we'll work out the details."<</if>> He smiles at you, but still looks worried. "No, um…well, it's simple until it's not. I don't…don't know what to do once, um…" "When our mouths meet?" He nods, face looking more flushed by the second. "Let's keep trying," you encourage. Once again, his lips tentatively meet yours. You <<if $firsts is "none">>nervously<<else>>gently<</if>> take it to the next step and press your tongue to the seam of his mouth, hearing him groan slightly at the small touch. He opens for you and thrusts his own tongue into your mouth suddenly. It doesn't feel //bad//, but it is wild and messy. Part of you likes it – it stirs you up as you feel his passion for you. <<if $touching is "all">>It also makes you wonder what other facets of your romance will be this wet and untamed. <</if>>However, this is perhaps a bit too clumsy. You pull away slightly, and he responds by slowing down. "Take it easier, Oswin," you whisper. He connects with your lips again, much slower this time. "That's it," you mumble into his mouth. "There's no rush. //Taste// me. Feel //me//." Oswin groans long and low, stepping forward with one hand gripping your waist firmly. He obediently takes his time. His broad tongue seeks yours, and when he finds it, the two of you dance around each other. You make him chase yours so that you can ensnare his, sucking it hard. He moans and lurches forward, walking you until you are pinned against a tree. You murmur, <<if $firsts is "none">>"I think we got it."<<else>>"That's it…you've got it."<</if>> He raises his hands to cup either side of your face again. His hooded eyes are full of <<if $touching is "all">>want and a lust<<else>>a passionate love<</if>> that you've never witnessed before. You kiss his lips, continuing to whisper in between pecks and small bites. "See, <<if $firsts is "none">>we<<else>>you<</if>> know what to do. We just have to find ''our'' way…. Every kiss is a secret meant only for you." He whimpers, sealing your mouth against his as he ravages your mouth with his tongue in the best way you could ever imagine. <<if $touching is "all">>A moan slips from you when you feel his hips press into yours. There's a bulge in the confines of his pants. Grabbing his hips, you pull him against you, instinctively lifting one of your legs to get him closer. He groans, rutting in response as his tongue invades your mouth and his hands travel along your sides. His breathing stammers, and he pulls away suddenly. You watch him take a few deep breaths through his mouth, looking away from you as he holds perfectly still. It's impossible to ignore that you feel him twitching against your torso. Slowly, he leans his body away from yours, and you set your leg down. "I apologize," he says, voice rough. "I was a little…carried away there." He hunches over, supporting himself with his hands on his knees as he breathes. You nod. "It's okay, I was too." He clears his throat. "I just need a few moments." Humming in agreement, you take some calming breaths as well.<<else>>The kiss stretches on for ages. Neither of you is keen to stop. You enjoy being pressed into him until you're both out of breath. When you finally break away, your lips are a little sore. Oswin's are red, and his eyes are glazed over. "I could…I really think I could kiss you forever," he says, pecking one more on you. "But your lips are sort of puffy now…Is that normal?" "Yours are too, you know." "Oh…" He touches them with his fingers.<</if>> After taking the time to settle down, the two of you find the fallen log on one side of the brook to rest on. <<if $touching is "all">>It's easy and relaxed for a long time before Oswin begins to fidget in his seat. He keeps looking at you like he wants to say something. After giving him some time to speak up, you decide to have mercy on him. "What's on your mind?" you prompt. "Sex," he blurts suddenly and then slaps his hand to his mouth. "Not! No! I didn't mean- Well, I did mean, but not like //that//." You turn to watch him, one brow raised. He folds in on himself and groans. "I don't know anything about how all of this works, Ravi…" <<if $firsts is "none">>"I don't either, $Oname. We'll figure it out just like we figured out kissing. I think we did damn good at that, too."<<else>>"Don't let it eat you up, $Oname. Thinking about it too much will just make you anxious. We'll figure out what works for us."<</if>> You give him a smile that you hope is encouraging. "Do you want to talk more about it?" "No," he says, shaking his head. "Let's leave that for another day. I don't know if I could…bear more //intensity// this afternoon." With ease, the two of you slip back into your relaxed states.<<else>>You chat for a while and make a few silly jokes. It's easy to forget the burden that is creeping up on you, if only for a sweet moment.<</if>> Neither of you feels the need to fill the silence that eventually falls over you – except for the occasional comment – mostly when you see a bird arguing with a squirrel over some tasty morsel. Right now, all you need is each other's company. [[You never knew before that love could shroud you with so much peace.|7.13]]

You want him too much to back down from this now. <<if $firsts is "none">>Maybe you're a little unsure of what to do, but you've always been a quick study.<<else>>At the very least, you feel more assured than he does right now, and you'd like to guide him.<</if>> So, you get closer as he watches you. Sliding your hands along his shoulders, you move until you've cupped his jaw between your palms and start bringing his mouth to yours. You hear what sounds like a stifled whimper as your lips lightly brush together. You press in for the kiss, feeling how his lips tremble beneath yours. His hands come up to grip your shirt at the sides as if he may float away if you don't anchor him to the ground. As you try to move the kiss along, his lips clamp tight, and he pulls his head away, looking back at you with wide eyes. "Sorry," he mumbles, staying close to you, like he wants to try again but is unsure. Your mouth immediately pulls into a smile. "Don't be," you whisper. "That was a good start. <<if $firsts is "none">>I'm nervous too, this is new for both of us.<<else>>I'm in no rush, you'll get used to it. I can help you get comfortable.<</if>>" He nods. "Can we try again? You know, for a //bigger// ki- kiss?" His voice shakes a bit as he speaks. "Sure," you say as you slide your hands to the back of his neck. Closing your eyes, you lean towards him slightly and let him follow you at his own pace. His lips meet yours quicker this time and then pause. Oswin doesn't move then for a long moment, before you feel his lips glide across yours briefly. You think you feel the tip of his tongue, but it's hard to know. He pulls back suddenly. He rubs his forehead, and his eyes look worried. "Sorry," he says again. "That didn't seem right either." You tell yourself not to smile. You //will// yourself to not so much as grin. But he's so adorable. The way he takes it to heart just makes you love him more. <<if $firsts is "none">>Even though this is a learning experience for you as well, you think you might be able to help him along. It's likely Oswin is caught in his own head again and just needs things laid out a bit at a time until he feels comfortable.<<else>>It's refreshing, honestly, and it makes you excited to watch him experience these things with you. You may even really like the idea of teaching him…<</if>> <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"The best way to tackle something new is to break it down into steps, right?" The best way to get a Twinflower back on track is to have them problem-solve.<<else>>"I believe in us, Twinflower. By our powers combined, I think we can master the secrets of kissing." You do what you do best and break up the tension he's feeling.<</if>> "Is there anything specific that is making you uncomfortable?" He shifts his weight and responds in a small voice. "I just…I just don't know what to do. I think there's something I'm supposed to do with my- my tongue, right?" You nod. <<if $firsts is "none">>"Yes, I think so. We can just go by feeling. I think once we feel like it's right, then…then it's right…right?" You clear your throat.<<else>>"We don't have to, but yes. You can kiss with or without tongue.”<</if>> Pulling him in close again, you hear him breathe deeply in preparation. As soon as his lips are just a wisp away, he pauses and swallows hard enough for you to hear. A meek apology escapes his throat. <<if $firsts is "none">>You run your fingers through his hair soothingly. "Remember this is new to me too. Don't be embarrassed or anything. I'm not going to criticize you. I just want to feel you kiss me… Should be simple, right?"<<else>>You allow yourself to grin this time. "It's simple, we just kiss…Put your lips to mine and just feel it. Start there, and then we'll work out the details."<</if>> He smiles at you, but still looks worried. "No, um…well, it's simple until it's not. I don't…don't know what to do once, um…" "When our mouths meet?" He nods, face looking more flushed by the second. "Let's keep trying," you encourage. Once again, his lips tentatively meet yours. You <<if $firsts is "none">>nervously<<else>>gently<</if>> take it to the next step and press your tongue to the seam of his mouth, hearing him groan slightly at the small touch. He opens for you and thrusts his own tongue into your mouth suddenly. It doesn't feel //bad//, but it is wild and messy. Part of you likes it – it stirs you up as you feel his passion for you. <<if $touching is "all">>It also makes you wonder what other facets of your romance will be this wet and untamed. <</if>>However, this is perhaps a bit too clumsy. You pull away slightly, and he responds by slowing down. "Take it easier, Oswin," you whisper. He connects with your lips again, much slower this time. "That's it," you mumble into his mouth. "There's no rush. //Taste// me. Feel //me//." Oswin groans long and low, stepping forward with one hand gripping your waist firmly. He obediently takes his time and follows your lead. His broad tongue seeks yours, and when he finds it, the two of you dance around each other. You make him chase yours so that you can ensnare his, sucking hard. He moans, so you lurch forward, walking him backward until you have him pinned to a tree. You murmur, <<if $firsts is "none">>"I think we got it."<<else>>"That's it…you've got it."<</if>> He wraps his arms around you. His hooded eyes are full of <<if $touching is "all">>want and a lust<<else>>a passionate love<</if>> that you've never witnessed before. You kiss his lips, continuing to whisper in between pecks and small bites. "See, <<if $firsts is "none">>we<<else>>you<</if>> know what to do. We just have to find ''our'' way…. Every kiss is a secret meant only for you." He whimpers, sealing your mouth against his as you ravage his mouth with your tongue, feeling drunk on how he keens at your ministrations. <<if $touching is "all">>A groan slips from you when you feel his hips press into yours. There's a bulge in the confines of his pants. Grabbing his leg, you hoist it up so you can press in closer in the crook of his thighs. He groans, rutting in response, using the leverage with his leg to hold you tight as his tongue invades your mouth and his hands travel along your back. His breathing stammers, and he pulls away suddenly. You watch him take a few deep breaths through his mouth, looking away from you as he holds perfectly still. It's impossible to ignore that you feel him twitching against your torso. Slowly, he gently pushes your body off of him and puts his leg down. "I apologize," he says, voice rough. "It's getting a little…intense for me." He hunches over, supporting himself with his hands on his knees as he breathes. You nod. "It's okay, it was for me too." He clears his throat. "I just need a few moments." Humming in agreement, you take some calming breaths as well.<<else>>The kiss stretches on for ages. Neither of you is keen to stop. You enjoy being pressed against him until you're both out of breath. When you finally break away, your lips are a little sore. Oswin's are red, and his eyes are glazed over. "I could…I really think I could kiss you forever," he says, pecking one more on you. "But your lips are sort of puffy now…Is that normal?" "Yours are too, you know." "Oh…" He touches them with his fingers.<</if>> After taking the time to settle down, the two of you find the fallen log on one side of the brook to rest on. <<if $touching is "all">>It's easy and relaxed for a long time before Oswin begins to fidget in his seat. He keeps looking at you like he wants to say something. After giving him some time to speak up, you decide to have mercy on him. "What's on your mind?" you prompt. "Sex," he blurts suddenly and then slaps his hand to his mouth. "Not! No! I didn't mean- Well, I did mean, but not like //that//." You turn to watch him, one brow raised. He folds in on himself and groans. "I don't know anything about how all of this works, Ravi…" <<if $firsts is "none">>"I don't either, $Oname. We'll figure it out just like we figured out kissing. I think we did damn good at that, too."<<else>>"Don't let it eat you up, $Oname. Thinking about it too much will just make you anxious. We'll figure out what works for us."<</if>> You give him a smile that you hope is encouraging. "Do you want to talk more about it?" "No," he says, shaking his head. "Let's leave that for another day. I don't know if I could…bear more //intensity// this afternoon." With ease, the two of you slip back into your relaxed states.<<else>>You chat for a while and make a few silly jokes. It's easy to forget the burden that is creeping up on you, if only for a sweet moment.<</if>> Neither of you feels the need to fill the silence that eventually falls over you – except for the occasional comment – mostly when you see a bird arguing with a squirrel over some tasty morsel. Right now, all you need is each other's company. [[You never knew before that love could shroud you with so much peace.|7.13]]

Tentatively, you lift your hand, watching his face, which remains steadfast, with an expression of certainty. He has no intentions of backing down. Once the tips of your fingers make contact with his abdomen, you feel the muscles tense and shudder at the sensation. He must be a little ticklish… You're hyper aware of how his breathing hitches as your hand slowly slides fully against his stomach. Your fingers dance along the firm plains of his torso, lingering as long as possible as you slide up to his chest. He crowds you further, face closing the distance to yours, and you almost think he may try to kiss you. He doesn't, but you hear how hard his breathing has become as you feel around his chest and then glide back down to his stomach. Lost in the haze of sensation, your hand dips lower, tracing down his navel with fingertips until you find the trail of reddish hair that disappears into his trousers. He groans as you follow it down, snatching your hand in his once you meet the waistband of his pants. "Greedy," he teases. You swallow. "Sorry, I was…" "Enjoying yourself?" <<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>Your face feels insufferably hot, and all you can do is stare at him for a long moment. "Sorry," you mumble.<<else>>Your own breathing is hard as you look at him with hunger. "Maybe I got a little carried away, but can you blame me?"<</if>> He chuckles. "It's okay, I'm not actually complaining. Your father is a little too close for comfort, though, and a washroom isn't my idea of the ideal place for the sort of fun you are tempting me with." <<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>"//Tempting//?" you hiss. "I'm not-"<<else>>You groan. "And I thought you were fun."<</if>> His finger suddenly taps you on the forehead. You suppose that's his way of dismissing the topic as he moves to slip his shirt back on. You shift as you regain your composure, smoothing imaginary wrinkles in your clothing. Aster recovers swiftly, standing with nonchalance as if nothing happened between you. "Well, that was fun, but perhaps you should get some actual rest before the work begins again." "I suppose I should… What will you do today?" His brow goes up in surprise. "...I was going to head back to my room at the tavern." "Do you want to stay here a bit longer?" The question slips out before you really think about it. "We don't have to… I just thought since you're here. Maybe we can just spend some time together?" Aster's mouth opens and closes about four times before he goes completely quiet and still. "I suppose there's no harm in that. I would like to finish the book your da lent me…" "<<if $hobby is 'singing'>>I thought I might work on a song<<elseif $hobby is 'drawing'>>I've been wanting to sketch for a while<<elseif $hobby is 'sculpting'>>I have some new clays that I'd like to try<<elseif $hobby is 'storytelling'>>I have an idea for a tale that I've been wanting to write down<<elseif $hobby is 'whittling'>>My papa gave me some wood scraps to carve, and I'd love to get started<<elseif $hobby is 'needlework'>>I have a few shirts to patch for my da, and I want to add some embroidery to them too<</if>>. We can keep each other company." "As long as you can deter any sticky children, that sounds…nice." You can't hide your smile as you leave the washroom with Aster. [[Especially when your da sees you together and throws his hands up in exasperation.|7.13]]

<<if $height is 'verytall'>>You tilt your head up slightly to meet his eyes.<<else>>You lift your chin so you can meet his eyes.<</if>> <<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>Your face feels hot and uncertainty plagues you, but you don't want to back down.<<else>>Delightful heat passes between you, and you soak it in.<</if>> "What if…what if it's your eyes I want?" Aster rears back just slightly, clear surprise painting his expression. "My eyes?" You nod. "You said yourself…they're dark and mysterious. Maybe I like dark and mysterious." He looks perplexed and almost, you dare say, shy. "Fine," he whispers, moving so that both his forearms rest on the wall, and he completely pins you in. <<if $height is 'verytall'>>You nearly rival his height, but this makes you feel impossibly small.<<else>>His superior height is already a bit intimidating, but this position only highlights that more.<</if>> It feels surprisingly natural to get lost in his stare. You're more shocked to see how soft his expression gets after it morphs through various phases of smug. His eyes are so dark, but when you look carefully, there are swirls of different browns and maybe even similar hues of deep red that can be found in his hair. You wonder what you might find in brighter light, if his eyes will shine more auburn as his hair does in the sun. He blinks slowly at you, and eventually his eyes start roaming elsewhere, turning up in what you think is a soft smile. Blinking rapidly, he seems to snap just a bit out of his dazed state. "Maybe you're onto something, $mc. <<if $eyecolor is "brown">>Your eyes are quite…warm. Comforting even. They hold a kindness that I do not deserve.<<elseif $eyecolor is "black">>You may be the one here with the most mysterious eyes. It's like…the night sky. I feel as though I may find a star if I look hard enough.<<elseif $eyecolor is "hazel">>Your eyes don't seem to settle in just one hue. They're…dazzling. I feel you may enchant all my secrets away if I keep looking…<<elseif $eyecolor is "green">>Somehow, your eyes feel both welcoming and dangerous. Like a forest full of secrets with thorns and flowers in equal measure.<<elseif $eyecolor is "blue">>With eyes like that, I fear you could draw out my soul and see all my secrets… Or perhaps you will simply drown me.<<elseif $eyecolor is "amber">>The gems in your eyes are almost as brilliant as the ones in your heart… A stone I would greedily keep all for myself...<<elseif $eyecolor is "grey">>The storm in your eyes is one I could lose myself in and be glad to never find the way out.<<else>>Your eyes are not only alluring, they…tug on something deep inside of me. Something I don't think I want you to see.<</if>>" Neither of you seems able to break away easily, and when you do, both of you blink as if a blinding light has surprised you. "I've…" Aster starts and then pauses a moment. "I've never done anything like that before… How interesting." In a thoughtful state, he retrieves his shirt and slips it back on. You shift around as you regain composure, smoothing imaginary wrinkles from your clothing. Aster recovers swiftly, standing with nonchalance as if nothing happened between you. "Well, that was fun, but perhaps you should get some actual rest before the work begins again." "I suppose I should… What will you do today?" His brow goes up in surprise. "...I was going to head back to my room at the tavern." "Do you want to stay here a bit longer?" The question slips out before you really think about it. "We don't have to… I just thought since you're here. Maybe we can just spend some time together?" Aster's mouth opens and closes about four times before he goes completely quiet and still. "I suppose there's no harm in that. I would like to finish the book your da lent me…" "<<if $hobby is 'singing'>>I thought I might work on a song<<elseif $hobby is 'drawing'>>I've been wanting to sketch for a while<<elseif $hobby is 'sculpting'>>I have some new clays that I'd like to try<<elseif $hobby is 'storytelling'>>I have an idea for a tale that I've been wanting to write down<<elseif $hobby is 'whittling'>>My papa gave me some wood scraps to carve, and I'd love to get started<<elseif $hobby is 'needlework'>>I have a few shirts to patch for my da, and I want to add some embroidery to them too<</if>>. We can keep each other company." "As long as you can deter any sticky children, that sounds…nice." You can't hide your smile as you leave the washroom with Aster. [[Especially when your da sees you together and throws his hands up in exasperation.|7.13]]

Your da is easy to find in the kitchen, kneeling in an odd position as he wipes the lower cupboards with a washcloth – his bad leg held off to the side. "We already did the deep washing of the house before my birthday, Da," you muse. He looks at you and chuckles. "Yes, and I forgot what it was like to have a knee-high tyke running around with cake in $hisher hands… That kid got honey on every one of these cabinets." With a snort, you gesture toward the washroom with your thumb. "Yeah, she got Aster good, too." "Emre took her outside to burn off some of her energy. She was insisting on riding on $wolf's back, but I don't think he was terribly thrilled with the idea quite yet." "I think $wolf would love that, actually… Duri told me that she lost some pups a while back and has seemed a bit sad ever since." Your da's face goes soft. "Aw, poor thing… It amazes me how much our furry companions can feel. Makes you wonder, doesn't it?" He takes a breath like he's about to add something to that and then goes quiet for a long moment. "So, your…demigod friend…" "Yeah? Are you getting along okay?" He nods. "As much as I want to scold you about keeping it a secret, I have to admit that knowing Duri before //knowing// has helped. I didn't ever think gods could…could act like people, I guess. I always had this impression that they wielded power and control like a stick. Your friend is just- just a person. But, I'm curious." "Yeah?" You squat next to him. "How is $Dheshe a dog? How did that work? Was $Dhisher mother…was she?" He waves his hand in a circle. You glare. "His mother was human, Da. Also, $Dheshe shifts into a wolf, not a dog. Honestly, did you really think $Dheshe was //literally// part-" "I don't know how it works!" His voice goes high in pitch, but he starts into a fit of giggling. "For all I know, Valko is a freaky guy. Magic stuff was always beyond me; I always left it to Ansar, back when we were friends. He tried to explain things to me, but I didn't exactly have the best attention span." He sighs. "Never mind that. Anyway, you keep better friends than I did, that's for sure." [[Heavy footsteps coming into the kitchen tell you that your papa has joined you.|7.12P.1]]

Your gaze darts to each of his hands, first the one beside your head, then the other poised at his hip, before <<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>you try to nonchalantly gaze at the ceiling<<else>>your eyes rove to his<</if>>. Moving his free hand under your chin, he makes sure that you're staring directly at him. "Are you a greedy thing, Northbreaker? Do you want my hands on you once again?" <<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>You swallow hard as there's a flutter in your stomach. Trying to look away as much as possible, you nod subtly.<<else>>Excitement crawls up your spine as you smirk and nod.<</if>> He smiles, narrowing his eyes as he completely crowds your space. Bringing his hand up, he presses the tips of two fingers at the top of your breastbone. "Remember, you asked for this." He lowers his head and then whispers, "I'm merely fulfilling your request…" The fingers begin to slowly slide down, making a trail right in the center of your chest. Once he reaches the end of your sternum, all his fingers fan out and continue their slow path down your torso. When his hand covers the mark, he pauses. "Such //heat//," he murmurs close to your ear, making you shiver. In an instant, he's found his way under your clothing, his palm sliding against your side before it caresses along your abdomen. His fingers trace where he knows the mark's pattern is, then sweep down. He meets the waistband of your bottoms and traces the hem with his fingers, tugging slightly – curious, flirting, prodding – testing how far you'll let him go, you think. <<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>You gasp as your hands reflexively move to push against his chest. It's only then that you realize you're practically panting. Sheepishly, your eyes drift up to his. His gaze is hooded with desire, though his lips are pulled into a strangely soft smile. Retracting his hand, he chuckles. "You're okay, we'll stop there." Giving you some breathing room, he retrieves his shirt and slips it on.<<else>>You catch yourself in a strangled moan as you snatch his arm in your hand to stop him. Your eyes meet his, and you give him a cheeky look. He's smiling at you, but his eyes are dark and clearly wanting. "We'll stop there…for now." Giving you some breathing room, he retrieves his shirt and slips it on.<</if>> You shift, straightening your clothing and smoothing out imaginary wrinkles as you regain your composure. "Well, that was fun, but perhaps you should get some actual rest before the work begins again." "I suppose I should… What will you do today?" His brow goes up in surprise. "...I was going to head back to my room at the tavern." "Do you want to stay here a bit longer?" The question slips out before you really think about it. "We don't have to… I just thought since you're here. Maybe we can just spend some time together?" Aster's mouth opens and closes about four times before he goes completely quiet and still. "I suppose there's no harm in that. I would like to finish the book your da lent me…" "<<if $hobby is 'singing'>>I thought I might work on a song<<elseif $hobby is 'drawing'>>I've been wanting to sketch for a while<<elseif $hobby is 'sculpting'>>I have some new clays that I'd like to try<<elseif $hobby is 'storytelling'>>I have an idea for a tale that I've been wanting to write down<<elseif $hobby is 'whittling'>>My papa gave me some wood scraps to carve, and I'd love to get started<<elseif $hobby is 'needlework'>>I have a few shirts to patch for my da, and I want to add some embroidery to them too<</if>>. We can keep each other company." "As long as you can deter any sticky children, that sounds…nice." You can't hide your smile as you leave the washroom with Aster. [[Especially when your da sees you together and throws his hands up in exasperation.|7.13]]

Making a show of merely taking in the fit of the clothing, you approach and run your hands along the shoulders, pretending to straighten out the seam. <<if $height is 'verytall'>>The way you loom over Zahn in the mirror almost makes you chuckle.<<elseif $height is 'tall'>>The way you pop up over Zahn in the mirror almost makes you chuckle.<<elseif $height is 'average'>>The way your head pops over $Zhisher shoulder in the mirror almost makes you chuckle.<<else>>Zahn chuckles as you have to lean to one side to see the mirror enough.<</if>> "I'm glad so many of these worked for you. Only a few need some sewing – shouldn't be a problem to get that done later." When Zahn doesn't reply, your eyes drift along the mirror until you meet the reflection of $Zhisher bright blue gaze. $Zcapitalheshe looks at you so softly, as if you just gave $Zhimher the world, not just clothing. To $Zhimher, it's not //just// clothing, though. You know that now. "$mc…" Zahn says in a small voice. "Is this normal, too? Is this what…is this something I don't understand because of my- the church?" You nod. "Yeah, I think so. Did they have money for clothes?" $Zcapitalheshe nods. "We made them sometimes, well, the people who could sew did. I remember helping the Acceptor with a shipment of cloth, but it was only for the //elevated// ones. There was a lot – plenty, but it was only for them. It didn't feel right to me then, but I…" $Zcapitalheshe shrugs. You watch each other through the mirror for a long time. There's not much you could say, and you think it's better to simply listen as $Zheshe recounts the actions of the Acceptor and the church. One by one, you will see that each bad and unfair thing done to $Zhimher is righted until none of it remains. Zahn smiles, eyes a bit watery. "This…this feels right." [[You enjoy Zahn's company for a long time…|7.Zconclude]]

Making a show of merely taking in the fit of the clothing, you approach and run your hands along the shoulders, pretending to straighten out the seam. <<if $height is 'verytall'>>The way you loom over Zahn in the mirror almost makes you chuckle.<<elseif $height is 'tall'>>The way you pop up over Zahn in the mirror almost makes you chuckle.<<elseif $height is 'average'>>The way your head pops over $Zhisher shoulder in the mirror almost makes you chuckle.<<else>>Zahn chuckles as you have to lean to one side to see the mirror enough.<</if>> You run your hands down $Zhisher arms as you shuffle closer until your front is flush against $Zhisher back and your arms have snaked around $Zhimher. Zahn happily leans back into you, and you note in the mirror how $Zhisher eyes close. You both sway a bit as you stand there, almost in an easy, silent sort of dance. You can't help but think about how you want to replace all the bad that Zahn has experienced with good until $Zheshe no longer remembers it all. Meeting $Zhisher gaze in the mirror, Zahn smiles with watery eyes. "This…this feels right." You smile back. "It does…" $flirt_label $flirt_label <<if $Zgen is 'female'>>[[You'll show her just how right it feels…|7.12Zb.femZ.intimate]]<<else>>[[You'll show him just how right it feels…|7.12Zb.mascZ.intimate]]<</if>> $flirt_label $flirt_label <<if $Zgen is 'female'>>[[You'll show her just how right it feels…|7.12Zb.fade]] {Fade to black.}<<else>>[[You'll show him just how right it feels…|7.12Zb.fade]] {Fade to black.}<</if>> [[You enjoy holding Zahn for a long time…|7.Zconclude]]

You and Zahn spend the remainder of the day together. Eventually, you head into town to purchase a new cloak for $Zhimher. <<if $interest is 'tradin'>>You manage to haggle and make a particularly good deal with the shopkeeper, securing a good pair of shoes for the same price that the cloaks usually run alone.<<else>>The shopkeeper gives you some trouble, but you come away with a decent deal on a good quality cloak. You also run into more luck with Emre as he also finds a decent pair of shoes that fit Zahn perfectly.<</if>> Though you can't play around all day, you help Zahn finish all the laundry. <<if $hobby is 'needlework'>>You also waste no time in getting the adjustments and repairs made to $Zhisher new clothing.<<else>>You also take the clothing for Willow to make repairs and adjustments to, so they'll be done by the time you leave again.<</if>> [[Not a bad way to spend a day…|7.13]]

You work up to revealing your intentions with slow, needy hand motions, moving them along Zahn's torso. She hums with approval, letting herself lean against you more. As your hands begin to wander more freely, you note how her breathing changes. "Is this okay?" you whisper, stopping one of your hands from reaching her breast, and the other from her loins. "Yes," she affirms, breathless. <<if $height is 'short'>>You start with a kiss at the highest juncture you can reach between her shoulders<<else>>You start by leaning over and kissing along her neck<</if>> as your hand slides up to cup one breast. Squeezing lightly, a whimper escapes her throat as your reward. Already frustrated with the thick cloth of the tunic, you slide your other hand underneath to lift it so both of your hands can feel the supple skin of her chest. Her nipples become pert pebbles that you pinch and roll between your fingers while you continue your little kisses. You give them both a good squeeze before you get impatient for the next stage of your attack. Sliding your hands downward, Zahn moans your name, knowing what you're about to do. You loosen the ties of her new pants so you can slide into them. She leans forward, so your other arm wraps around her middle as the other descends onto her loins. You feel the swollen clit sticking out from her vulva first, and gently run your fingertip on top of it before gliding down a little further. Her silk has already spread along her folds, and you feel the wet heat cover your fingers. Your fingers play in it, enjoying how she quietly whimpers with each stroke. When you circle around her clit, her legs begin to shake. Zahn tries to stay a little quiet, neither of you knowing just how many may be around the house right now, but you can tell it's difficult. She's panting when one of her hands suddenly grips yours from outside her pants. "I'm gonna come, $mc…" [[All the more reason to keep going like this…|7.12Zb.femZ.intimate.clit]] [[You bend her over and finger her next…|7.12Zb.femZ.intimate.finger]]

You work up to revealing your intentions with slow, needy hand motions, moving them along Zahn's torso. He hums with approval, letting himself lean against you more. As your hands begin to wander more freely, you notice his breathing change. "Is this okay?" you whisper, stopping one of your hands from reaching his chest, and the other from his loins. "Yes," he affirms, breathless. <<if $height is 'short'>>You start with a kiss at the highest juncture you can reach between his shoulders<<else>>You start by leaning over and kissing along his neck<</if>> as your hand slides up to cup one pec. Squeezing lightly, a whimper escapes his throat as your reward. Already frustrated with the thick cloth of the tunic, you slide your other hand underneath to lift it so both of your hands can feel the supple skin of his chest. His nipples become pert pebbles that you pinch and roll between your fingers while you continue your little kisses. You give them both a good squeeze before you get impatient for the next stage of your attack. Sliding your hands downward, Zahn moans your name, knowing what you're about to do. You loosen the ties of his new pants so you can slide into them. He leans forward, so your other arm wraps around his middle as the other descends onto his groin. You feel how hard he already is, nearly fully erect as you gently run your fingertip along his length. A bead of cum swells from the tip, and you enjoy the wet heat when you find it. Your fingers play in it, enjoying how he quietly whimpers while you rub the head of his penis with your thumb. When you take him fully in your hand, his hips thrust into your grip. Zahn tries to stay a little quiet, neither of you knowing just how many may be around the house right now, but you can tell it's difficult. He's panting when one of his hands suddenly grips yours from outside his pants. "I'm already gonna come, $mc…" [[All the more reason to keep going like this…|7.12Zb.mascZ.intimate.cock]] [[You bend him over to finger his ass next…|7.12Zb.mascZ.intimate.finger]]

You take some time to treat Zahn, and just make $Zhimher feel good. It's a little gesture of pampering to please $Zhimher with just your hands, showing $Zhimher how much you appreciate $Zhimher. Zahn comes undone and then tries to reciprocate, but you turn $Zhimher down. Not because you don't want the attention, but because… <<link 'You just wanted to make today…about $Zhimher.' '7.Zconclude'>><</link>>

"That's the idea," you whisper back. She moves her hand so you can continue. You rub up and down slowly, enjoying the frustrated way her hips quiver. Zahn slaps both of her hands over her mouth as you work her up. Her clit runs between two of your fingers, and you begin to stroke harder and faster, in a steady pattern. You can't get enough of her heat, and how she feels – soft, wet, slick. Her reactions nearly make you come undone – the little noises, the way her muscles twitch, how she's pushing her hips against your hand. Her whimper becomes a muffled cry. You have to follow the movement of her body as her knees begin to bend. Holding her tightly, you feel her muscles tense and go rigid before they all begin to shake, and a pitched whine still escapes her mouth through her hands. You keep going, feeling a spray of warmth against your hand as she comes and begins to buck harder against you. Once it becomes too much, her hands leave her mouth and desperately grab at yours to stop. Even after you still them, she continues to quiver in your grip, barely keeping herself up. She catches her breath, and then you help her stand up, though she still shakes a little. As you note the large wet stain on her pants, you hum. "We'll, uh, slip this in with my laundry today and make sure it gets clean." Zahn laughs and slips the pants off. She immediately begins to get on her knees in front of you, but you stop her. "What about you?" she asks. You smile. "That was just for you…for now, at least. I just wanted to make you feel good." She looks touched, which you almost find funny, since you don't think it's necessarily a grand gesture. [[You just wanted to make today…about her.|7.Zconclude]]

"That's the idea," you whisper back as you turn her so she can support herself on the bed. She moans and widens her stance as much as possible while you tug her pants further down. You easily spy the enticing little hole of her pussy and waste no time in prodding it with one finger. Zahn groans with approval as you rub just at the entrance, admiring the light pink flesh as you open her up. Her cunt is incredibly wet, and you quickly work two fingers inside of her, pushing them in and moving slowly to make sure it doesn't hurt. You enjoy the sight of your knuckles disappearing within her with each languid push. When she whimpers and drops her head to the bed with her ass popped out, you know she's ready and needy. You thrust in a little faster, feeling her walls clench and quiver and delight in the wet squelch that reaches your ears. Her slick drips down the insides of her thighs as you work. Cupping her hand over her mouth, she stifles her moans. You take your fingers and push down as you thrust, finding the tender ridge at the roof of her pussy to focus on. When she groans, you know you've found the right rhythm, so you keep it up. Zahn likes the more forceful thrusts inside, making you tap that sweet zone hard each time. But as her muscles begin to go rigid and her muffled cries become erratic, you keep pace but add your other hand, sweeping to her front to graze her clit. She shakes //hard// as she comes. Her knees bend inward as she struggles to stay up while you keep fingering her. A spray of warmth hits your hand and her thighs, dripping to soak her pants. Your name and a string of curses filter through her hands before you hear her tell you to stop. You move your hand from her clit, but leave your fingers in her pussy for a few moments while she catches her breath. Slowly, you begin to pull them out, eliciting another groan from her, making her knees bend again. Her walls try to keep you in, releasing with a wet pop. As you note the large wet stain on her pants, you hum. "We'll, uh, slip this in with my laundry today and make sure it gets clean." Zahn laughs as she stands and slips the pants off. She turns and begins to get on her knees, but you stop her. "What about you?" she asks. You smile. "That was just for you…for now, at least. I just wanted to make you feel good." She looks touched, which you almost find funny, since you don't think it's necessarily a grand gesture. [[You just wanted to make today…about her.|7.Zconclude]]

"That's the idea," you whisper as you adjust his pants further to better your access. His back arches as he groans and rests his head against you while you continue to pump with your hand. You can feel his cock pulse when you squeeze just right. Zahn thrusts instinctively into your hand, as more beads of cum drip from his tip and make him slick, ready to burst. His hand comes up to cover his mouth to muffle the noises he's making. Your eyes roll back with delight as you hear the way the flesh of your palm glides against his shaft. He whimpers, the sound more desperate than the others, as he turns his head to you. "I'll make a mess when I come…" he frets. "I'm close, I'm so close…" "It's okay," you soothe. "Just come into my hand." His dick jumps at your words, ready to release into a willing receptacle. You pump harder, listening to Zahn groan, enjoying the way his hips meet your hand. Moving your other arm down, you grip the base of his shaft in one hand while the other pumps the tip, focusing on the glands. A rush of heat immediately pours into your palm, making your strokes slick. The base throbs as it shoots more cum into your palm. Zahn's moans are choked and muffled by his hands. His thrusting stops, letting your hands do all the work to drain him. You keep going, feeling a spray after spray of semen against your hand as he comes. Once it becomes too much, his hands leave his mouth and desperately grab at yours to stop. Even after you still them, he continues to quiver in your grip, barely keeping himself up. He catches his breath, and you make sure he's steady, though he still shakes a little. As you note the large wet stain on his pants, you hum. "We'll, uh, put this in with my laundry today and make sure it gets clean." Zahn laughs and slips the pants off. He immediately begins to get on his knees in front of you, but you stop him. "What about you?" he asks. You smile. "That was just for you…for now, at least. I just wanted to make you feel good." He looks touched, which you almost find funny, since you don't think it's necessarily a grand gesture. [[You just wanted to make today…about him.|7.Zconclude]]

"That's the idea," you whisper back as you turn him so he can support himself on the bed. He moans and widens his stance as much as possible while you tug his pants further down. You easily spy the enticing little hole of his ass and waste no time in prodding it with one finger. Zahn groans with approval as you rub just at the entrance. You spit, and he jolts as it hits. Since you don't have any oil, you want to be gentle with it. His ass is tight, so you delicately work it open until you have one finger inside of him, pushing in and moving slowly to make sure it doesn't hurt. You enjoy the sight of your knuckles disappearing within him with each languid push. When he whimpers and drops his head to the bed with his ass popped out, you know he's ready and needy. You thrust in a little faster, feeling his walls clench and quiver and delight in the squelch that reaches your ears. A sticky string of cum drips from his cock and down the insides of his thighs as you work. Cupping his hand over his mouth, he stifles his moans. You take your finger and press until you find the smooth mound that elicits so much pleasure. As you thrust, you focus on it and find a pattern he likes. When he groans long and low, you know you've found the right rhythm, so you keep it up. Zahn likes the more forceful thrusts inside, making you tap that sweet zone hard each time. But as his muscles begin to go rigid and his muffled cries become erratic, you keep pace but add your other hand, sweeping to his front to graze his cock. He shakes //hard// as he comes. His knees bend inward as he struggles to stay up while you keep fingering him. He ejaculates, and it pours down your hand and his thighs, dripping to soak his pants. Your name and a string of curses filter through his hands before you hear him tell you to stop. You move your hand from his dick, but leave your finger in his ass for a few moments while he catches his breath. Slowly, you begin to pull it out, eliciting another groan from him, making his knees bend again. His walls try to keep you in, releasing with a fleshy pop. As you note the large wet stain on his pants, you hum. "We'll, uh, slip this in with my laundry today and make sure it gets clean." Zahn laughs as he stands and slips the pants off. He turns and begins to get on his knees, but you stop him. "What about you?" he asks. You smile. "That was just for you…for now, at least. I just wanted to make you feel good." He looks touched, which you almost find funny, since you don't think it's necessarily a grand gesture. [[You just wanted to make today…about him.|7.Zconclude]]

$Dcapitalheshe goes quiet for a while after that, staring at $wolf, and avoiding looking at you. You give $Dhimher some time, trying to read how $Dheshe feels. Finally, Duri whispers so quietly that you almost cannot hear it. "Sorry." Not what you were expecting. "What do you mean?" $Dcapitalheshe shrugs. "Just ignore what I said. We should give $wolf her bath…" $flirt_label $flirt_label [[You can't ignore it…and you need to reassure Duri with touch.|7.12D2a]] $flirt_label [[You will not ignore it…and you'll stand in silent support.|7.12D2b]]

You slide your feet over so you can stand closer. Duri doesn't look at you, so you lightly touch the back of $Dhisher arm with your fingers, gliding them gently up and down, an unspoken offer for comfort. $Dcapitalhisher throat bobs as $Dheshe swallows with difficulty. "You don't need to be sorry," you say softly. Duri nods, and then turns to you, face twisted in sadness – an expression so startlingly unlike $Dhimher that you're taken aback. Without a word, Duri slips closer to you, slotting against your front. You wrap your arms around $Dhimher and bring $Dhimher close. Duri's head <<if $height is 'verytall'>>settles onto your chest<<elseif $height is 'tall'>>settles against your shoulder<<elseif $height is 'average'>>rests on your shoulder<<else>>snuggles into the crook of your neck<</if>>, and despite being hundreds of years old and powerful in $Dhisher own right, the demigod feels small and helpless in your arms. There's nothing to be said, you realize, but you can at least be there. You know that Duri hides the shadows in $Dhisher heart, or at least thinks $Dheshe does. For now, you won't press $Dhimher to speak. You'll just be there, so $Dheshe knows that $Dheshe is not alone. The strength with which Duri hugs you back is also surprising; it's needy, almost desperate. After quite a long time, $Dheshe pulls away, taking a deep breath – one that sounds a little relieved. Duri looks in your eyes for a moment before <<if $height is 'verytall'>>reaching up to hold your face and bring your lips to $Dhishers<<elseif $height is 'tall'>>reaching up to hold your face and bring your lips to $Dhishers<<elseif $height is 'average'>>leaning over and touching $Dhisher lips to yours<<else>>bending down to touch $Dhisher lips to yours<</if>>. It's a slow and sweet kiss, one that savors, one that asks for //more//. When you pull away to breathe, you don't allow much of a pause, cupping $Dhisher face in your hands and bringing $Dhimher back for another kiss. <<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>The move surprises yourself and makes your heart race even harder.<<else>>You get a little zing of excitement as you heat things up.<</if>> This one rapidly evolves, Duri's hold going from tender and desperate to passionate. Your tongues wrap around each other, and you sense Duri's sharp snaggletooth against your lip. $Dcapitalheshe presses hard against you, a resonant growl in $Dhisher throat as $Dheshe kisses down your jaw to your throat. You feel $Dhisher tongue lick your neck before you sense the bite – not harsh, but firm. Duri's breath is hot against the tender area as $Dheshe pants, gently releasing you and rolling $Dhisher tongue over the spot once more before stepping back. The demigod looks uncharacteristically sheepish for a moment and then smooths out your clothes. The irony of $Dhimher calling you lambchop brings a smirk to your lips. Duri clears $Dhisher throat, and suddenly $Dheshe's back to normal – smug expression and all. "You surprised me a little bit, Lambchop. I'm so proud; I feel like I'm rubbing off on you in the best way." You ignore the connotations of part of that. Rather than making a joke or letting $Dhimher glaze over the fragility $Dheshe showed you but a moment ago, you smile softly and pat Duri's arm. "Whenever you need an ear, I'm here," you whisper, knowing $Dheshe hears you loud and clear. $Dcapitalheshe nods subtly, and $Dhisher's honey-colored eyes shift away from you. "I suppose it's not so bad if I get a kiss after," $Dheshe replies, though $Dhisher tone is a bit too weak to be teasing. "Now," you start, breaking up the sensitive mood around you. "I'll help you bathe $wolf." The wolf's muddy tail thumps against the ground as she waits patiently. [[Duri smirks at you. "Only if you do me next."|7.13]]

Rune sighs after a time. "You know, I hadn't intended for the conversation to get quite so…sullen. Here, you probably want a break from all that nonsense, and I'm not helping." "It's fine," you say with a wave of your hand. "You had something you needed to express, and it just got carried away from there. It's not as though I shouldn't speak about it, I suppose." $Rcapitalheshe hums in a sort of weak agreement, though you can tell from the look on $Rhisher's face that $Rheshe remains remorseful. This time, $Rheshe doesn't seem content to let silence fall again, leveling you with a look that's a bit more curious. "$mc, may I ask something?" You nod. "Do you recall Aster's, em, //treatment// during your relapse? You appeared somewhat conscious, so I wasn't sure if you were aware or not." You nod again. "Vaguely. I couldn't see very well. That often happens where either my eyes won't open or they will, but my vision is poor. I was able to hear some of what was happening, though." "Do you remember what his magic felt like?" "Sort of," you start, thinking back. "It was odd compared to what yours is like. It was…it was just a lot, like pressure. It almost made me feel like an overfilled waterskin." Rune nods. "I knew that Aster likely had some magic capabilities of his own, but he hid it so well that I figured it must be fairly weak, like Zahn's ability – a sort of trickle of power. Once he touched you, though, I felt it." "Was it strange to you?" "It felt immense – heavy. What was more curious was Aster. It still felt like he was holding back, though he also seemed spent. Magic is often detectable for those with the sensitivity because it is around us all the time. Each mage or witch has a particular feeling, and I'm not sure if magic adjusts to them or if we adjust to it. All I felt from him was a fountain of power pulled around him, and then it cut off. Even though he's recovered, I still can't sense any magic around him." "Do you suppose it's the nature of his magic or do you think he has a way to hide it?" "That's exactly what I'm questioning." Rune sighs. "Maybe it doesn't matter, and I'm thinking too hard about it. Magic manifests as uniquely as the people who wield it." $Rcapitalheshe takes a step forward. "Feel free to say no, but do you mind if I examine you again? Sense the magic and check the mark to see if it has changed? I do worry…I worry if it's caused a progression that will strain you." Rune rolls $Rhisher lips over $Rhisher teeth. $flirt_label $flirt_label [[Let Rune touch and look freely.|7.12R2a]] $flirt_label [[Let Rune look but not touch.|7.12R2b]]

"That's fine," you agree, moving towards $Rhimher. You hadn't thought about it until now, but you're curious if the use of magic or Aster's assistance has changed the mark at all. It hadn't occurred to you to check yet, and when you dressed this morning, you were wearing underclothing, and Emre wasn't keen to stare at you. Rune seems a little surprised that you agreed so readily and looks around to make sure you're alone first. It feels like you're doing something more //intimate// than some sort of magical check-up as you both fiddle with your clothing to move it away. As soon as your torso is bare, Rune gasps and bends to get closer. Immediately, you look down to see why. "It's spread," $Rheshe says. "Much more than I anticipated…" From your view, you can see the lines of the mark look darker as well, and details are beginning to stretch along the sides of your torso. Rune adjusts your clothing to trace the movement. Glancing up at you and then back to the mark, $Rheshe hums. "<<if $mark is 'tree'>>The branches are much wider, they're over your ribs. The…the lines, circle, that encased it before seem to be almost broken now, like it's escaping. It looks like the roots are doing the same. When you're alone, I would check to see if it's on your legs as well.<<elseif $mark is 'sun'>>It's definitely bigger, much bigger. There are lots of little details appearing all over, too. They're on your ribs…<<elseif $mark is 'storm'>>It's…it's so much bigger. The outer lines that look like lightning strikes are stretching everywhere now. When you're alone, check your legs too. This looks like it's reaching around to your back, even.<<elseif $mark is 'plants'>>It's bigger – much. The vines are…the vines are growing all over. You may as well be a trellis. They're longer, there are flowers in full bloom and many thorns…<<elseif $mark is 'night'>>It's bigger, it's so much bigger and…and it looks like. $mc, your skin almost looks like a star map… I could probably find constellations if I looked long enough.<<elseif $mark is 'mountain'>>Well, it's certainly bigger but… Please pardon my intrusion." $Rcapitalheshe makes a small adjustment at your hip. "It's…it's just deep black along your hips. There are no symbols; it's just colored in.<</if>> The magic feels about the same as it did before, so I don't believe that's fundamentally changed at least… It's just the mark itself." <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>You sigh. "I suppose I will take a more thorough look later then. I didn't even think to pay attention when I got dressed earlier."<<else>>"Well…" You chuckle. "I suppose each time I'm naked now, it will be a little adventure."<</if>> Rune huffs. "I wish I knew if it was from Aster feeding it magic or if it was from the use…" $Rcapitalheshe runs the tips of $Rhisher fingers down the center of your abdomen, and then suddenly jerks $Rhisher hand back. "I apologize, $mc. I was…that was absolutely inappropriate." <<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>Your face was already warm, but now with Rune acknowledging how $Rheshe touched you, it feels like you've been set over a fire. You clear your throat, but your voice still cracks. "It's…fi-ne. Fine."<<else>>A coy smile immediately spreads across your lips. You don't much care whether it was inappropriate, and you're not going to hide that you enjoyed it. "I'm not complaining, Rune."<</if>> The mage smiles back at you, and you dare say that it's a little shy and a little soft, more vulnerable than you're used to. "I…I only apologize because I perhaps enjoyed it more than what would be appropriate at this…juncture." $Rcapitalhisher purple eyes shine as they look into yours. "You have a way of making me lose myself." "You don't ever //look// that lost, you know. And I don't think you're losing yourself, either. The more I get to see you open up to me, the more I think you're actually finding yourself. But like anyone, you have weaknesses." "And you've quickly become one of them…" Rune brings $Rhisher hands together, pinching the left hand’s fingers one at a time with the right. "Listen, I'm- I'm not one to play games of affection, not when I know there's //something// real to be felt between us. <<if $Rtold is true>>I know we said as much before…that there was something of interest here to explore, and you were keen.<<else>>I sense something between us, a stirring, and I strongly feel that I'm not the only one who can feel it.<</if>> And I'd like to explore that more transparently. We need not //commit// to anything, but I'm drawn to you, and I'd like to sincerely open my heart for more. At least try." <<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>You try to swallow but find that the heart in your throat makes it a bit difficult.<<else>>That warms your heart.<</if>> But there's a sense that something else is hovering close to both of you. Those last words, 'at least try.' Rune continues before you can say or do anything. "Nothing need change between us, but I'm not ignorant of my…my weaknesses. So, I wanted to speak my thoughts to you and hold myself accountable, as well as tell you of my openness." This is the most vulnerable you've probably ever seen $Rhimher. And at some point, the two of you drifted closer together, pulled into each other's orbit… $flirt_label $flirt_label [[You find yourself caught up in a kiss.|7.12R2a.kiss]] $flirt_label [[It's impossible to pull away from those purple eyes.|7.12R2a.gaze]]

"That's fine, I don't mind if you just look," you agree, moving towards $Rhimher. Rune nods. "I should be able to sense the magic enough without touching." You hadn't thought about it until now, but you're curious if the use of magic or Aster's assistance has changed the mark at all. It hadn't occurred to you to check yet, and when you dressed this morning, you were wearing underclothing, and Emre wasn't keen to stare at you. Rune seems a little surprised that you agreed so readily and looks around to make sure you're alone first. It feels like you're doing something more //intimate// than some sort of magical check-up as you fiddle with your clothing to move it away. As soon as your torso is bare, Rune gasps and bends to get closer. Immediately, you look down to see why. "It's spread," $Rheshe says. "Much more than I anticipated…" From your view, you can see the lines of the mark look darker as well, and details are beginning to stretch along the sides of your torso. Rune motions for you to adjust your clothing to track the image's movement. Glancing up at you and then back to the mark, $Rheshe hums. "<<if $mark is 'tree'>>The branches are much wider, they're over your ribs. The…the lines, circle, that encased it before seem to be almost broken now, like it's escaping. It looks like the roots are doing the same. When you're alone, I would check to see if it's on your legs as well.<<elseif $mark is 'sun'>>It's definitely bigger, much bigger. There are lots of little details appearing all over, too. They're on your ribs…<<elseif $mark is 'storm'>>It's…it's so much bigger. The outer lines that look like lightning strikes are stretching everywhere now. When you're alone, check your legs too. This looks like it's reaching around to your back, even.<<elseif $mark is 'plants'>>It's bigger – much. The vines are…the vines are growing all over. You may as well be a trellis. They're longer, there are flowers in full bloom and many thorns…<<elseif $mark is 'night'>>It's bigger, it's so much bigger and…and it looks like. $mc, your skin almost looks like a star map… I could probably find constellations if I looked long enough.<<elseif $mark is 'mountain'>>Well, it's certainly bigger but… Please pardon the additional intrusion." $Rcapitalheshe guides you to make a small adjustment to your clothing at your hip. "It's…it's just deep black along your hips. There are no symbols; it's just like it's been colored in.<</if>> The magic feels about the same as it did before, so I don't believe that's fundamentally changed at least… It's just the mark itself." <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>You sigh. "I suppose I will take a more thorough look later then. I didn't even think to pay attention when I got dressed earlier."<<else>>"Well…" You chuckle. "I suppose each time I'm naked now, it will be a little adventure."<</if>> Rune huffs. "I wish I knew if it was from Aster feeding it magic or if it was from the use…" $Rcapitalhisher eyes trace down the center of your abdomen, and then suddenly jerks $Rhisher head away. "I apologize, $mc. I was…that was absolutely inappropriate." <<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>Your face was already warm, but now with Rune acknowledging how $Rheshe looked at you, it feels like you've been set over a fire. You clear your throat, but your voice still cracks. "It's…fi-ne. Fine."<<else>>A coy smile immediately spreads across your lips. You don't much care whether it was inappropriate, and you're not going to hide that you enjoyed it. "I'm not complaining, Rune."<</if>> The mage smiles back at you, and you dare say that it's a little shy and a little soft, more vulnerable than you're used to. "I…I only apologize because I perhaps enjoyed it more than what would be appropriate at this…juncture." $Rcapitalhisher purple eyes shine as they look into yours. "You have a way of making me lose myself." "You don't ever //look// that lost, you know. And I don't think you're losing yourself, either. The more I get to see you open up to me, the more I think you're actually finding yourself. But like anyone, you have weaknesses." "And you've quickly become one of them…" Rune brings $Rhisher hands together, pinching the left hand’s fingers one at a time with the right. "Listen, I'm- I'm not one to play games of affection, not when I know there's //something// real to be felt between us. <<if $Rtold is true>>I know we said as much before…that there was something of interest here to explore, and you were keen.<<else>>I sense something between us, a stirring, and I strongly feel that I'm not the only one who can feel it.<</if>> And I'd like to explore that more transparently. We need not //commit// to anything, but I'm drawn to you, and I'd like to sincerely open my heart for more. At least try." <<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>You try to swallow but find that the heart in your throat makes it a bit difficult.<<else>>That warms your heart.<</if>> But there's a sense that something else is hovering close to both of you. Those last words, 'at least try.' Rune continues before you can say or do anything in response. "Nothing need change between us, but I'm not ignorant of my…my weaknesses. So, I wanted to speak my thoughts to you and hold myself accountable, as well as tell you of my openness." This is the most vulnerable you've probably ever seen $Rhimher. And at some point, the two of you drifted closer together, pulled into each other's orbit… $flirt_label $flirt_label [[You find yourself caught up in a kiss.|7.12R2a.kiss]] $flirt_label [[It's impossible to pull away from those purple eyes.|7.12R2a.gaze]]

It's impossible to tell who moves first. It feels so natural, like you've kissed hundreds of times before. Rune wraps one arm around your waist to pull you against $Rhimher and one around your neck to keep you locked to $Rhisher's lips. You hug $Rhimher close in much the same fashion as your mouths slowly caress. Each motion is intentional and questioning – not in the sense of doubt, but with a sense of exploration and wonder. $Rcapitalheshe runs $Rhisher tongue along your bottom lip, before sucking it gently. You peck along $Rhisher lips in return, mapping their shape and committing the taste and feel to memory. The tips of your tongues happen to meet, and all careful intentions drop as you open to each other immediately. There's more hunger now, less control. Rune kisses in the way that $Rheshe really is – with the pretense of civility and respect, and a torrent of wild desire beneath. $Rcapitalheshe groans as you press harder against $Rhisher mouth, and $Rhisher tongue responds with more voracity. The two of you get lost in each other, kissing hard as you're pressed into one another, hands sliding about and breath mingling until the air around you is hotter than the emerging summer season. Rune breaks away first, but only from your lips, holding you closer to sweetly kiss at the juncture of your neck and shoulder. You hug $Rhimher back, arms wrapped so you can run them along $Rhisher spine and waist. Oddly, it feels like $Rheshe's shaking slightly. "I'm…I'm scared," Rune confesses against your neck. "What scares you?" you ask in a whisper, surprised that $Rheshe could fear anything. Was the kiss too much, too fast? Rune's lips don't stop tracing against your neck as $Rheshe speaks against it. "Many things, but…I was hurt before, betrayed by someone I loved. I'm scared that I will lose myself in you. I'm scared that, when you see all that I am, you will no longer like me, and I am scared that I- that I pale in comparison to the person you are. I don't feel like I deserve to be at your lips, at your throat, pressed into your body… But at the same time, I'm far too selfish not to covet your attention." Your heart aches a bit, but you can't help the tingle of satisfaction that Rune has revealed a little of $Rhisher heart to you. Holding on a little tighter, $Rhisher's gentle kisses along your neck cease, and all either of you does is hold the other. How could anyone betray someone like Rune? What did they do? How could your feelings change if you knew more about $Rhimher? Why does $Rheshe feel //lesser// than you? You've seen more sides of the mage since you met, the genuine softness and empathetic nature beneath the calm, collected, almost regal exterior. Is it all for show? Are there more sides to uncover? What do you say? It doesn't feel right to ask all your questions now, and Rune obviously has a preference for easing into this. You lean your head back just a little and bring Rune's face level with your own. You give $Rhimher a gentle kiss on the lips. <<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>Resting your foreheads together, you shut your eyes and whisper, "It's okay if you don't feel brave about everything. We'll take it slowly, and you won't have to face your fears alone."<<else>>Locking eyes, you gently hold $Rhisher face, running your thumbs soothingly over $Rhisher cheeks. "It's okay to be scared sometimes. You don't need to feel that you must carry everything in perfect balance. I'll be at your side when you stare down your fears so that you're not alone."<</if>> Rune releases a sigh of relief that has the hint of a chuckle hiding within. "You make it feel so easy," $Rheshe says. "You somehow make me feel unlike myself, but also…like the real me. I can't explain it. I've never longed to be so close so quickly…" <<if $Rstat is 'friends'>>You take a moment to think of all that just transpired between you two. So far, it's been so simple to think of Rune as just a friend. Obviously, there's something simmering below the surface of that friendship, something that's pulling you deeper. Perhaps your feelings are changing, and you're not the only one sensing that. Perhaps…you should consider your feelings a little more soon.<<elseif $Rstat is 'neutral'>>You take a moment to think of all that just transpired between you two. So far, it's been so simple to think of Rune as just an acquaintance, maybe even as a kind of business relationship. Obviously, there's something simmering below the surface of that, something that's pulling you deeper. Perhaps your feelings are changing, and you're not the only one sensing that. Perhaps…you should consider your feelings a little more soon.<<else>>There's a deep warmth in your heart in knowing that Rune is thinking about these things – thinking about you. You're glad that it's not just you who feels a spark in the short amount of time you've known each other.<</if>> For now, you're content to offer up a smile, one you hope is encouraging, one you hope shows $Rhimher that your feelings resonate with $Rhisher own. "We don't need to explain it, at least not now." <<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>Your face is positively burning up, but you push to get your thoughts out. "It's- there's something here. I feel it too, you know. So, I guess…. What I mean is that you're not alone in how you feel."<<else>>You feel the heavy thump of your excited heart, and you know it must show in your eyes and on your lips. "There's something here, between us. I'd be a fool to ignore it. We'll figure it out together."<</if>> Rune takes a deep breath, and you can hear the relief in it. "I'd like that… Now, shall we do something a bit…lighter? Oh! Kip told me of some particularly vicious chickens you kept here. Would you show me?" You snort. "Sure, but he only says that because they've never liked him. Papa has raised them since I was a kid, and after probably ten generations, none of these things have liked my da. He's bitter." $Rcapitalheshe nods, hand under $Rhisher chin. "Hm, I see. Fascinating..." You spend the rest of the day showing the mage things around your home that have always been normal, even mundane, to you, but $Rheshe seems to find them exciting. [[You notice how much lighter Rune's smile is.|7.13]]

Time and your surroundings become a little fuzzy as you watch each other. There's something uniquely vulnerable in the way that Rune looks at you, like $Rheshe is trying to tell you everything – all $Rhisher secrets and fears that $Rheshe's afraid to speak about. It feels so natural, like you've known each other for a lifetime already. Neither of you looks away or even blinks. It's not awkward or heavy, and feels a little bit like coming home after a long day. The stare is steady and questioning – not in the sense of doubt, but with a sense of exploration and wonder as you peer into each other's souls. You feel exposed, like Rune is reading an account of your life and every private thought you've ever had, but there's no one else you'd trust more than $Rhimher. As with most things you've seen the mage do, $Rheshe doesn't back down, readily matching the sincerity you're willing to give. There's almost something sad in $Rhisher eyes, though, and you find yourself wanting to pull apart every one of $Rhisher dreams and worries to find the source. What you see as you're lost in those beautiful amethyst pools, is someone so caught up in healing the wounds of others, that $Rheshe forgets $Rhisher own. Rune breaks away first, looking away briefly to blink as if $Rheshe experienced the same loss of time you did. "I'm…I'm scared," Rune confesses as $Rheshe meets your eyes again. "What scares you?" you ask in a whisper, surprised that $Rheshe could fear anything. Was this moment too much, too fast? Too vulnerable? Rune's eyes don't leave yours. "Many things, but…I was hurt before, betrayed by someone I loved. I'm scared that I will lose myself in you. I'm scared that, when you see all that I am, you will no longer like me, and I am scared that I- that I pale in comparison to the person you are. I don't feel like I deserve to be held in your gaze with such reverence… But at the same time, I'm far too selfish not to covet your attention." Your heart aches a bit, but you can't help the tingle of satisfaction that Rune has revealed a little of $Rhisher heart to you. How could anyone betray someone like Rune? What did they do? How could your feelings change if you knew more about $Rhimher? Why does $Rheshe feel //lesser// than you? You've seen more sides of the mage since you met, the genuine softness and empathetic nature beneath the calm, collected, almost regal exterior. Is it all for show? Are there more sides to uncover? What do you say? It doesn't feel right to ask all your questions now, and Rune obviously has a preference for easing into this. You take a deep breath and level $Rhimher with a look of affection. <<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>With a warm smile, shut your eyes to build your courage and whisper, "It's okay if you don't feel brave about everything. We'll take it slowly, and you won't have to face your fears alone."<<else>>With resolve in your tone, you say, "It's okay to be scared sometimes. You don't need to feel that you must carry everything in perfect balance. I'll be at your side when you stare down your fears so that you're not alone."<</if>> Rune releases a sigh of relief that has the hint of a chuckle hiding within. "You make it feel so easy," $Rheshe says. "You somehow make me feel unlike myself, but also…like the real me. I can't explain it. I've never longed to be so close so quickly…" <<if $Rstat is 'friends'>>You take a moment to think of all that just transpired between you two. So far, it's been so simple to think of Rune as just a friend. Obviously, there's something simmering below the surface of that friendship, something that's pulling you deeper. Perhaps your feelings are changing, and you're not the only one sensing that. Perhaps…you should consider your feelings a little more soon.<<elseif $Rstat is 'neutral'>>You take a moment to think of all that just transpired between you two. So far, it's been so simple to think of Rune as just an acquaintance, maybe even as a kind of business relationship. Obviously, there's something simmering below the surface of that, something that's pulling you deeper. Perhaps your feelings are changing, and you're not the only one sensing that. Perhaps…you should consider your feelings a little more soon.<<else>>There's a deep warmth in your heart in knowing that Rune is thinking about these things – thinking about you. You're glad that it's not just you who feels a spark in the short amount of time you've known each other.<</if>> For now, you're content to offer up a smile, one you hope is encouraging, one you hope shows $Rhimher that your feelings resonate with $Rhisher own. "We don't need to explain it, at least not now." <<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>Your face is positively burning up, but you push to get your thoughts out. "It's- there's something here. I feel it too, you know. So, I guess…. What I mean is that you're not alone in how you feel."<<else>>You feel the heavy thump of your excited heart, and you know it must show in your eyes and on your lips. "There's something here, between us. I'd be a fool to ignore it. We'll figure it out together."<</if>> Rune takes a deep breath, and you can hear the relief in it. "I'd like that… Now, shall we do something a bit…lighter? Oh! Kip told me of some particularly vicious chickens you kept here. Would you show me?" You snort. "Sure, but he only says that because they've never liked him. Papa has raised them since I was a kid, and after probably ten generations, none of these things have liked my da. He's bitter." $Rcapitalheshe nods, hand under $Rhisher chin. "Hm, I see. Fascinating..." You spend the rest of the day showing the mage things around your home that have always been normal, even mundane, to you, but $Rheshe seems to find them exciting. [[You notice how much lighter Rune's smile is.|7.13]]

Papa pats your head before scooping your da up as if he weighs nothing, bringing him to his feet before hugging him and placing a kiss on his temple. Da shakes his head and looks at you. "He always picks me up like I'm one of his damn kittens." <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>You look at your papa with affection. "I think it's sweet that Papa dotes on you like that."<<else>>You smirk at your da and shrug. "You do sort of look like one. Cute, and a little bedraggled."<</if>> <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>Da wrinkles his nose at you. "To my boon and my detriment, you have become so much like your papa that I couldn't argue that if I tried."<<else>>Papa's eyes turn up with his smile. "How lucky are ya that our Sprout turned out so much like you?<</if>> You regard your papa. "Are you taking a break from chores? I thought we could all spend some time together this afternoon." Both of your fathers nod. "I'd love that," Papa says. "Yer feelin' well?" "Yeah," you confirm. "It almost feels like it didn't even happen, like I just took a long nap." Papa scratches his beard. "How odd… I'm not gonna gripe about it. That friend of yers did a good thing for us." Da rolls his eyes. "Yes, and he's been so nonchalant about it, his stubbornness nearly gives me a run for my money." "Was he argumentative with you?" you ask. Da shakes his head. "No, but when I asked if he was //bashful// about receiving thanks, I thought the boy was going to pop." Papa chuckles. "He was in no condition to fuss either – weaker than a newly hatched chick." "And just as fussy," Da quips. "Between the two of us, he acts more like the prince." Papa ushers you both to the kitchen table so you can all sit as you chat. He gives you a big smile as he helps Da sit and push his chair in before he sits next to you. "Glad yer up and about again. Even if yer friend doesn't wan'ta take credit." You nod. "He's…a little finicky." Da snorts. "It does make me feel a bit better to have a couple people around who can help you, though." Papa nods, though he shifts a bit in his seat. "I got used to yer mage friend, Rune. I suppose one more won't hurt." "Aster at least doesn't say he's a mage, but I suppose if he can use magic like that…" "Ya think maybe he's a bit like me, even though he can use it? Maybe he's uncomfortable?" You hadn't considered that yet. "Could be. Might explain why he doesn't seem to want to talk much about it." Da leans toward you, lowering his voice. "Rune told me it was a lot of power behind that, too, whatever he did. Said it was unlike anything $Rheshe's really felt before. Very mysterious." Smiling, you playfully push your da away. "Yes, quite mysterious." Your papa clears his throat and levels you with a look that seems a bit sad. "Sprout, I…I thought maybe, speaking of this mage stuff, that I should say that I have nothin' against yer magic. My mama always believed that magic was for gods, and that's what I accepted as well. But…I see different now. I know how ya are, and I trust ya. If not for…I coulda lost yer da, maybe even both of ya. Between yer magic and yer mage friends, I…I think I see it more clear." That brings a warm smile to your face. "It's okay, Papa." He nods. "I know yer grandmother would be proud too." Da chuckles. "We could have used her and that axe in the fight. That woman wouldn't need any of us to help; she'd have it handled." He swallows hard. "What I wouldn't give…to see her in action again. Even just to hear her mock my curtains once more." He reaches out and grabs Papa's hand. Your bear of a father tears up and nods, but still smiles at you. You add your own hand on top of theirs as you share a moment of silence in the memory of Grandmother Ravinder. After some time, you discuss lighter topics and play a game of cards with your parents as Da tells you all the gossip passed to him by the elders. [[You're a bit shocked to learn what they speak of in the knitting circle…|7.13]]

You take a seat, casting an apologetic look at your fathers. The mage clears $Rhisher throat. "Not to throw my support behind Aster's incredibly rude way of going about this, but he is drawing a fair conclusion. The other aspect we have not discussed is that the king's men are still watching and waiting; they will try to use you against each other. They may hurt your parents to get to you and move you to their will. We also already have a rather large group. More people slow everything down. That's more mouths to feed, more horses, more attention. Every extra person counts when it comes to such things." Da rubs his face with his hands and takes a ragged breath. "I can't just- I can't sit here! I can't. I won't!" Rune nods, and softens $Rhisher voice. "You do not need to do that again, either. There is other work to be done, and it could prove just as important as our own mission." This gets everyone's attention, but rather than taking the floor, $Rheshe gestures at Zahn, who sits tucked into the couch. Immediately, $Zhisher face turns pink, and $Zheshe hesitantly stands and shuffles out in front of everyone. Aster stares down at the former cultist with narrowed eyes, folding his arms until Rune clears $Rhisher throat and jerks $Rhisher head to one side. With a huff, Aster goes back to the table and takes a seat, grabbing his tea and leaning back. Rune moves out to join Zahn, who looks relieved with the support. The mage starts. "We spoke more about Din's respective cul- churches." $Rcapitalheshe smiles apologetically and then clears $Rhisher throat again. "Would you like to share what we've found?" Zahn's hands fiddle with $Zhisher shirt as $Zhisher gaze bounces from person to person. "Um, yeah. So…I found, I think I might know where the other //cult// is, at least one of their sects." $Zcapitalhisher eyes dart back to Rune before continuing. "There was this name that I saw several times when I was reading the texts I took. It didn't mean anything to me. I thought it might be a person, but it stuck out and bothered me. So, I asked Rune about it." "The name is Sheard, and it was both a person and a place many years ago, but has long since been on any maps. It was a small city, just north of Stonebrook, close to the border, founded by a person of the same name. My own history lessons taught that it was a religious hub of sorts, made irrelevant after the god wars, and partially destroyed. Most of those who lived there migrated either further north or deeper into our own province. There was a group or two that stayed in the vicinity, and I suspect that they have religious ties." With a nod, Zahn picks back up, looking a bit more sure. "If my ch- if my former church – //cult// – wants $mc, I really believe it's because there's a connection to the other one. The Acceptor wants Din's favor more than anything, and I think he knows //something//. He'd be difficult to get to, and I don't even know where he is right now. The next best thing would be to find out what the connection is." $Zcapitalheshe looks at you. "I…I don't know anything, $mc, not really. I just have feelings, but…what if your mother was- maybe she was like me." Zahn's chin quivers slightly. "Maybe like me, she wanted to escape." You sit further up in your chair and glance at your fathers. It turns your stomach to think about your mother fleeing a cult and going through anything like what Zahn has been through. Did they hurt her? Zahn continues, "It's a different direction from where we're going, and if time is important, maybe your parents can find something while we get Aster’s stone?" You're surprised when Aster sets his tea down and regards the timid blond. "Actually, I believe you're onto something, little cultist." "You do?" $Zheshe responds, voiced pitched high. "I still hold to my theory that $mc's affliction may be more artifact in nature than curse, though being a cursed artifact is still plausible… However, when I examined it, I found threads of something – old magic. I think this was protective, a seal of some kind that only endured so long before it shattered and the mark took hold. The power needed to make such a seal to last unmaintained for 24 years is astounding. The type of power that…that a priest or priestess in a cult might wield." The way Aster looks at you when he speaks gives you pause. It almost sends a shiver up your spine, and it's difficult to say why. His eyes are almost harsh, but his brow wrinkles in what you could only define as concern. Maybe he doesn't know how to feel. Looking at your fathers, you ask, "Do you think that's possible?" Da shrugs. "Anything is…" Papa leans over to him and then looks at you. "The road we found ya on heads out in that direction… It's not used much, 'cept by us and some townspeople. Road's poor and leads nowhere significant. Rare to have travelers come down on it, usually just huntin' parties and loggers. It's a long journey to the border, but it's possible yer mama made it." Duri gets up and comes to your chair, leaning on the back of it so $Dheshe can talk to you. "Maybe your mother was like mine." $Dcapitalheshe looks at Rune. "Runey, do you think $mc could even be the child of a demigod, maybe grandchild even? That would make sense if the magic could protect $himher that long." Aster sighs, but Rune nods. "It's possible." "How does that work?" Da asks. "She passed away…" "We can still die," Duri remarks. "Some demigods even age, just really slow. We're strong, but we can get hurt and die by human hands or…or by nature's." Da's eyes narrow. "Kid, are you telling me that you threw yourself at those demons like //that// and could have died?" The demigod shrugs. "That's how I fight." He points a finger at $Dhimher. "Next time, use your head. You threw everything into it like you had nothing to lose!" Duri grins. "So, you were watching?" "Oh, don't smile like that…" Da shakes his head. "Demi-brat," he mumbles. Oswin finally chimes in. "I agree with Rune and Zahn. If the two of you travel together, you can move quickly, and your path will take you away from Almalric's reach. We accomplish twice as much as we could at once. Should we be unable to obtain the stone, then we have a chance of obtaining information that can still give us answers, if not another solution." Your da massages his temples. He looks at Papa, who nods before his eyes scan the room. "Okay…but so help me, if anything happens to my kid, I'm skinning all of you ali-." Papa clears his throat loudly. "What he means is, we appreciate yer help." [[Oswin stands and takes Zahn and Rune's places at the forefront.|7.15]]

"I have some ideas on how we can go about this," he starts. Aster chuckles. "Feeling useful yet, dog?" Oswin glares, but ignores him. "If there are men in the forest attempting to watch our moves, we must slip out under their noses. This means we must locate them first. Duri?" The demigod freezes with a mouthful of cake. "Hm?" With a sigh, Oswin continues, "I need you to do that. They've already seen your wolf form, and I can show you the routes I planned for the guard. Sniff them out and find where they're staying if you can. Chances are good that they're not taking shifts. I doubt they expect anyone to leave so soon. Try not to alert them; they likely are in contact with more from their group. If we show our hand too quickly, we'll end up in another fight." Duri nods. "I can do that. Easy." $Dcapitalheshe shoves the remaining cake in $Dhisher mouth. "We pack up quietly. None of you make it obvious as best you can. We treat our actions like business as usual. Rune's wagon is in the barn and already has some supplies loaded. Everything goes in there. The mounts are well-rested, cared for, and ready to go. As long as Almalric's goons are sleeping at night, that's when we will leave. That ensures fewer townspeople will see us as well. I hate to think it, but we don't want anyone squealing about which direction we left in." Aster's chair creaks. "We could just-" "//No//," Oswin says firmly. "Defending ourselves is one thing; that's another." The scholar shrugs. "It's preemptive defense," he mumbles, but gives up on the argument quickly and returns to his tea. You look at your parents as Rune speaks about supplies. The voices fade. Now you think you know how they felt when you first left. They'll be headed out too, without you. Alone. The odds are that any soldiers would focus on you, but that doesn't stop you from worrying. And what happens if they do find a cult? Is there any guarantee that the people would be civilized? If your mother really was part of one and she ran away, what does that say for the people there? What can you do? Your fathers finally realize you're watching them, and they look back, each tilting their head in question. An idea hits you. "$wolf…" Suddenly, there's a big thump from under the table, making all the plates and glasses rattle. You hear the clack of claws on the floor as your large wolf-friend emerges, tail wagging and thumping hard enough that it continues to shake the table slightly. "Who let you in?" Da asks, staring directly at Papa. You laugh as you pet her, and her long tongue lolls out as she absorbs your affection. The pretty wolf has bonded with you for sure. Maybe she thinks you're her pup, but she's come to your rescue before. Not to mention, just her size alone is intimidating. You already love her, and she clearly loves you… "I think you should take $wolf along. It will help me feel better about your safety," you say. Duri gets up and kneels next to her, scratching her back. "I can give her instructions, too. She'll want to follow $mc, but I can…send her feelings, I guess, is the best way to describe it. That way she'll understand what we need her to do." Papa leans back with a laugh. "Ah, so yer the reason I keep havin' to return our neighbor's dogs?" With a big smile, Duri nods. "Guilty. I don't do it on purpose, though; it just happens." Da rubs the back of his neck. "But she can keep //you// safe, Sprout…" Duri stands and points both of $Dhisher thumbs at $Dhimselfherself. "That's what you have me for, <<if $Dstat is 'romantic'>>Da<<else>>Kip<</if>>! Sure, $wolf is scary to people, but you saw me, I'm much scarier." $Dcapitalheshe smiles proudly. <<if $Dstat is 'romantic'>>Your father tilts his head. "Da?" The demigod freezes, and $Dhisher smile drops. "Oh…that's… Well, it's basically your name, too. So…that's all." $Dcapitalheshe clears $Dhisher throat. "Anyway, I should go get a head start looking for those people!" Da nods with a growing smile. "Sure thing, kid…" Duri hesitates a moment, and you see a flush of red sweep along $Dhisher cheeks.<<else>>"You looked pretty fluffy to me," your da notes. "I'm very soft if you can get past my teeth," $Dheshe replies, widening $Dhisher smile to show off said teeth. "Well, I'll go start looking for those people so I don't die from boredom…"<</if>> The demigod makes a swift exit. [[It seems as though…you have a plan.|7.16]]

Everything goes smoothly, almost too smoothly. Duri finds the soldiers lingering in the woods and watches their movements for a while without alerting them. According to $Dhimher, they're looking a little rough and seem to be angry that they're still stationed near Stonebrook. The soldiers treat their assignment with little conviction, sleeping all night and often into the morning, and only peering around town on occasion. They are, however, keeping a distant eye on your home. Leaving at night, as Oswin said, will be the best course of action. You keep the plans to yourself. Aster doesn't even notify the tavern that he'll be leaving, and your parents will leave the same night, but head a different direction. Kanta will be in charge of ensuring your home is cared for while you're away, and Oswin's sisters plan to stay in the house at times to prevent anything odd from happening. It only takes a few days before you find yourself preparing to head out. Everything is packed, and you find yourself in your room, staring at your door, about to leave home for your second journey far from home. Only this time, your fathers won't be safe and secure in Stonebrook. They'll be on the road too. Even if the area they're traveling to doesn't seem dangerous, you can't help but fret. Though $wolf will be there to help protect them, and they have good, strong horses, the unknown is eating away at you. If your first trip taught you anything, it's that things can easily fall apart, plans can shatter in an instant. Papa has gone to great lengths to talk you through your worries, reminding you that he traveled Iroda for many years and was just fine. Da even traveled with him and Grandmother for a couple of years before they settled here. They know how to survive, even if they're a bit older now. You can't help but wish your grandmother were here. Would things be different with her help and guidance? It would certainly feel safer. You run your hand along the carvings that she made in the woodwork around your door. You've been thinking about her a lot these days. As you trace the outline of a bear, you silently ask her for strength and to keep your parents safe. You hope that maybe she and Grandfather found each other in the next life, and they're happy. [[With a final look at your bedroom, you open the door and leave.|7.17]]

Though it's late, the house is full of people to see you all off. Full of Twinflowers, to be specific. All of them, including the newest additions, are present. Emre is in tears already, and as he sees you walking down the stairs, he bursts into a sob. You approach him first and see that he's holding a sleeping little Ravi – at least you think it's Ravi… A sleepy Yan clings to his tunic and follows along. "Emre," you start. "It's okay…" He shakes his head. "I know, I know you'll be okay – you have all these strong people with you. But…but, $mc, I just got you back – //we// just got you back – and I hate that you have to go through this again." He sniffles. "<<if $journey is 'adventure'>>I guess just think of it as me continuing an adventure…<<elseif $journey is 'relationships'>>Like you said, I do have all these people around to help, I think my new ties will make things go much better.<<elseif $journey is 'nervous'>>I'm…I was nervous the first time, and I don't think that's changed much.<<else>>I know it's not ideal, but it is necessary. I have to see this through, same as last time.<</if>>" You shrug. "At least I'm further ahead than I was the first time I left…technically." You feel a pat against your leg and look down to see Yan wanting your attention. "Yes?" you ask, grinning at her. "Um, Un'el Oz is a big boy and will take care of you." You snort. Emre sighs. "We went through the reasons that Oswin would be okay with her. She was a little anxious about him leaving again." He wipes his eyes, finally smiling. Yan tugs at your clothes. "Be careful. Tell me a story when you get home, 'kay?" You nod. "Okay, I can do that." "Don't eat bugs," she says //very// seriously. <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>Despite yourself, a grin cracks through your lips. "I will do my best."<<else>>You pretend to pout. "Fine, I guess I can give up eating bugs for a while."<</if>> Emre sighs affectionately. She tugs on your clothes yet again, even though you're still looking at her. <<if $Orelationship is "love">>"I love you…" her sleepy voice says. You know the surprise must be evident on your face. <<if $ReservedOutgoing > 49>>Do you say it back to her or not? She's just a kid, but you don't want it to be weird either.<<else>>You have no qualms about earning her love so easily.<</if>> "I love you too, Yan. What brought that on?" "Un'el Oz said he loves you, and I can, too. He talks 'bout you //so// much." "Does he?" You glance at Emre, who's scratching the back of his neck. Yan gives several big nods. "All the time. I told him it was an-an-anno-anan…" "Annoying?" Her face lights up. "Yes!" Emre clears his throat. "Sage and Poppy said that and then told her to say it to him…"<<else>>"Your friends are pretty," she says sleepily. You grin. "You think so?" With a big nod, she points to where Zahn is sitting. "That one is prettiest." <<if $Zstat5 is 'romantic'>>"I'm inclined to agree… But why do you think so?"<<else>>"Yeah? Why do you think so?"<</if>> "$Zcapitalheshe is really nice to me, and our names are sort of the same," she states matter-of-factly. "Is that right?" you ask. "Is that what makes $Zhimher pretty?" She nods with her entire body.<</if>> You chuckle. <<if $children is "nope">>Though you're a bit hesitant to be around children, even you found that cute.<<else>>She is just too cute.<</if>> When you return home, you really do owe her another story. Hopefully, you don't encounter anything that requires censoring for the sake of her little ears. Emre gives you a tearful farewell as Willow joins, holding Cephas, who is awake for once. The little guy coos loudly for your attention, but his mother only quietly regards you. She finally smiles. "I don't have much to say, $mc. Nothing that I could without getting both me and Emre to sob. But…I have a good feeling about your travels. I don't know why. I'll think of you daily, like a prayer." "I didn't realize that you kept any faith." "I don't." She shakes her head. "Not in the sense of gods, but I believe that ritual has power. I have faith in you, and I believe that there's //something// out there and it will guide your steps. Every day at sundown, I will light a candle for you. So, I want you to think of that every time you notice the sunset. You’re remembered and there’s a flame out there just for you." You swallow. "That's kind, Willow." She shrugs. "It's love." Her eyes get misty. "We're family." After your goodbyes to the little family, you find Kavi and Betony fawning over the other little twin, whom you think is Yari. Betony chides you about staying safe, not taking stupid risks, and keeping her oldest son in line. She taps the spoon tucked in her apron, and you know it’s a threat. Kavi tells you to just try to have some fun when you can, but to stay well most of all. Yari doesn't say anything, but does soil herself while looking at you. You take it as a fond farewell as Kavi apologizes and rushes off to clean her. The twins lurk in a corner, and you think about saying goodbye, but stop when they smirk and wave in unison. The smile sends a shiver up your back. You know the house is in good hands. No one will come near it with those two lingering in the shadows. [[Finally, you find your parents.|7.18]]

They're tucked in the kitchen together. Da looks a bit stressed. You know he still is having trouble with the prospect of parting from you. The entire time you've all been preparing to leave, he's been cracking jokes like they're anchoring him to reality. You're probably not doing much better if you're honest about it. As soon as you walk up, Da slots his arm around your back. You wonder if he'll let go when it's time. He's jittery, shifting on his feet even while standing next to you. His other hand fidgets at his side. Papa cups the side of Da's face to try to soothe him before looking at you. "Sprout…" He starts, his deep voice rolling over the whole kitchen, though he speaks quietly. "I've been thinkin'." "Dangerous," Da quips quickly and then stills and takes a deep breath. Your papa continues. "I can say I love ya, and I'm proud of ya until the end of my days, but it would never be enough." "Papa…" You nearly want to argue at the sudden words of affection. You're not prepared for this right now. He shakes his head and grins. "I know I've said it over and over. I think sometimes I said it because of fear, too. Like somehow…" He looks at Da, who nods back. "Like it could protect ya or even myself from the worst that might happen. Even though ya've done fine all told, I've been thinkin' all day." You reach over and squeeze your papa's arm as big tears well in his eyes. "Sorry," he says, voice strained as he sniffles. "I wanna say, even though I'm still scared, I have more hope now than I ever did before. I keep thinkin' on what ya been through and what ya came back home through. And if anyone can do this, beat whatever this is, it's you." Da nods along as tears roll down his cheeks as well. "I know you're capable. I mean, you were raised by us after all. Maybe I coddle, but I love you so much. I'd do anything to protect you. And I'm not happy about it, but if that means that I have to part from you to give you a better shot, then I'll do it." You take a deep breath to stay level. "I worry about you two as well, you know. I love you both, and I need you to stay safe for me. Just…I want you to promise me that you won't take unnecessary risks. Don't do something foolish even if you think it's to help me. I'd rather have my father back and need to find a different solution. Okay?" Papa nods, but Da hesitates. "Da," you urge. "Promise me." With a sigh, he also nods. "Guess I shouldn't be surprised at that request. It's the same that I'd ask of you… We'll be careful, and I'm going to do my damndest to find some information. Even if we don't find much, I'd like to at least learn about the woman who brought you to us." "Agreed," Papa says. I wanna find a name at least, so I can honor her." He tilts his head. "Would ya like if she had family? Or if we could find yer other parent?" You shrug. "Maybe. I guess I am curious if nothing else. Knowing would at least give me the option of feeling a certain way." Perhaps you can unpack that later; there's too much on your mind at the moment. <<if $RO7time is "parents">>Spotting how your da’s chin begins to quiver, you and Papa both slip in to hug him to hopefully provide some comfort before you’re all separated again. [[You savor some quiet moments with your fathers before reality sets in again.|7.19]]<<else>>Your papa clears his throat and levels you with a look that seems a bit sad. "Sprout, I…I thought maybe, given all that happened, and that I won't get another chance for a while, I should tell ya somethin'." Da smiles and wraps his arms around Papa. He continues, looking a little sheepish. "I have nothin' against yer magic. My mama always believed that magic was for gods, and that's what I accepted as well. But…I see different now. I know how ya are, and I trust ya. If not for…I coulda lost yer da, maybe even both of ya. Between yer magic and yer mage friends, I…I think I see it more clear. And I feel like yer safer travelin' with 'em too." That brings a warm smile to your face. "It's okay, Papa." He nods. "I know yer grandmother would be proud too." Da chuckles. "We could have used her and that axe in the fight. That woman wouldn't need any of us to help; she'd have it handled." He swallows hard. "What I wouldn't give…to see her in action again. Even just to hear her mock my curtains once more." He rests his head against Papa's chest. Your bear of a father tears up and nods, but still smiles at you, grabbing Da's hand in his big one. You add your own hand on top of theirs as you share a moment of silence in the memory of Grandmother Ravinder. You're not the only one thinking of her for strength tonight… [[You savor some quiet moments with your fathers before reality sets in again.|7.19]] <</if>>

Saying goodbye is hard, but watching as your fathers begin a journey opposite of yours is harder. $wolf went with them happily after some coaxing and reassurance from you and Duri. She whimpered and pressed into your chest when you told her goodbyes and asked her to take care of your parents. Da took a scrap from one of your old tunics and made a scarf to fit around her neck to comfort her. $mountname seems to be happy to be on the road with you again. You've been able to spend time with your loyal mount during the break, but rides have been limited to the area around your home and town. Likewise, Oswin's horse, Flit, seems excited. Aster's brown mare, Samra, is as placid as ever, and Rune's white and grey gelding, Sulo, also has a very relaxed attitude. You watch your parents and $wolf until they're out of sight. It's dark, so it doesn't take long. Everyone is silent. It's late enough that none of you wish to wake anyone as you pass through town, but you also want to keep your departure a secret. Duri leads in human form, listening and sniffing for the soldiers. You assume they are sleeping, but the demigod will make sure they don't witness your exit. The plan is to make it a few hours out of town before resting for a short time. After that, you'll travel the entire day until you make camp again. As before, on the way from Codrin, Rune and Oswin expect you to run into other travelers, since the road you will take leads to Tallulah as well. There are some worries that you may come across another band of soldiers, but it's a risk you're willing to take for a quick route to the Fields. Sticking to the road will put you there in around eight to ten days. Halfway there, you will stay at an inn for a day or two to give everyone a nice break in proper beds. [[You try not to dwell on how saddle sore you're going to be…|7.20]]

Three days have passed, and to your shock, everything has remained smooth – boring even. As predicted, you ran into more travelers, but they all keep to themselves. None of them is keen to mingle as the groups did on the road from Codrin. Being nearly halfway to your destination – your demon-infested destination – you begin to wonder more about it and about the stone Aster is so desperate to get. He rides beside you, the two of you taking the lead while Oswin controls the wagon behind you so Rune can have a break from it. The scholar hasn't been terribly talkative lately. You wonder if he's nervous. <<if $ReservedOutgoing > 49>>You clear your throat to get his attention, but he doesn't even glance your way. You do so again with more insistence, but he still doesn't look. "Um," you start, earning you at least a quick look. "So…"<<else>>"So," you drawl, leaning over to make sure you grab his attention.<</if>> "So?" he parrots, raising an eyebrow at you. "So, I wanted to ask you some things." He sighs. "If you want to <<if $hobby is 'singing'>>write songs about me<<elseif $hobby is 'drawing'>>sketch my portrait<<elseif $hobby is 'sculpting'>>sculpt my likeness into a keepsake<<elseif $hobby is 'storytelling'>>write an epic tale about me<<elseif $hobby is 'whittling'>>carve my likeness into a keepsake<<elseif $hobby is 'needlework'>>stitch my likeness into your clothing<</if>>, I will not stop you." <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"That could not be further from what I wanted to ask of you," you reply as you roll your eyes for good measure.<<else>>"Oh, I'm way ahead of you there. You should see my secret stash of Aster mementos," you quip.<</if>> You're surprised when he chuckles and actually smiles at you. "Fine then, what questions do you have? Though I have a feeling I might know already." "I suppose, for starters, I'd like to know more about this stone. And also the god it belonged to. You've researched them, right? Can you share what you found with me?" He turns and regards you with a pleased expression, one marked with a hint of surprise. "Sure, I suppose I should share more of what I know. We've ample time, anyway." You nod. The road has been quite uneventful. "I think it might help prepare me for what we might find later, too." Aster hums. "Maybe I shouldn't tell you, it may make you want to turn back…" "That bad?" He shrugs. "I find them fascinating, but they had quite the reputation." "And that's why no one knows them?" "Indeed, as I mentioned before, they were likely cut off as one of the ancient ones so long ago that they've been forgotten. The articles I had required exclusive access." The question doesn't even escape your lips before he holds a hand up at you. "Which I will not detail. Just know I took great risks to access what I did." More secrets. You don't bother to say anything; it probably wouldn't do much good. Aster takes your silence as a cue to continue. "So, the God of Chaos, from what I read, was riddled with madness. Most accounts detail them as sadistic. They were nicknamed "The Puppet Master" or even just "The Puppeteer" in several of the works I found." You tilt your head. "Puppets?" He chuckles to himself. "A nickname earned for how they used and killed people. They could thread magic together to manipulate a person – typically their body – even from great distances. The accounts of this told of entire hordes of humans being puppeteered to //death//, forced to move at the behest of the god until their bodies gave out. One story told of the priests of another god being made to dance until the flesh stripped from their feet and they died from blood loss. Another account was written by someone who survived. They told of their minds being conscious of what was happening, but being completely unable to stop it." Well, that doesn't sound promising. "So…we're going to take the property of a god who made people dance to death…." "I warned you. I'd not worry too much about it. The god faded into obscurity for a reason. Though I did not find it specifically written, the god is either long dead or perhaps even imprisoned on the Isle of Gods. I can't say as though that doesn't disappoint me, personally, though I'd rather not tangle with such a creature even if they fascinate me." "How does a god even become like that? Were they always that way? I wouldn't think that the other gods would tolerate that for very long." He shakes his head. "Admittedly…I also found accounts detailing them as something different. It's my theory that they didn't begin mad. That would explain why they weren't cut from the line of gods until much later." "What were they like before then?" "Hm, benevolent, in a word, much like how the others are described. There was little left intact, but at least someone remembered them for being kind, as some sort of caretaker. Perhaps that kindness is what eventually drove them mad…" "How would kindness drive one mad, pray tell?" He turns toward you, face radiating incredulity. "You really must ask? Kindness is just allowing others to take advantage of you. One gives and gives, another takes and takes. Before long, kindness has left you empty, //<<if $Astat is 'romantic'>>Pet<<elseif $Astat is 'conflicted'>>Pet<<else>>$mc<</if>>//." <<if $Astat is 'romantic'>>"Is that what happened to you?" you ask softly, meeting his dark stare with eyes that care about his answer.<<elseif $Astat is 'conflicted'>>You swallow your nerves, looking at him with the very kindness he doesn't trust. "Is that what happened to you?" you ask in a meek voice.<<else>>"Speaking from experience?" you ask.<</if>> [[There's a tic in his jaw.|7.21]]

Perhaps you've nailed it or perhaps not, either way, you've struck a nerve. He guffaws. "I suppose it's not exactly secret that I have misgivings about my upbringing, but you don't need to know about any of that." "Is that why you're interested in this mad god? Do you feel…a kinship perhaps?" Aster goes surprisingly quiet. He stays silent for long enough that you think you've been given the cold shoulder and return your eyes to the road. It almost startles you when you hear his voice reply, "Perhaps," in a whisper. <<if $Astat is 'romantic' or $Astat is 'conflicted' or $Astat is 'friends'>>You're not sure what to say after that admission. It's unlike him to share anything fragile about himself, after all. You want to keep going but you also don't want to lose traction with him. However, he surprises you again. "There was no love, no kindness in my home." He works his jaw. What do you even say to that? An apology does nothing. You feel a little guilty. You were orphaned and still brought up with love and kindness from your fathers. "I'm," he says and pauses for a long while. "I'm a //pedigreed// noble brat – my mother bred like a sow for the purpose of perfect children." You can't keep the disgust from your voice. "That's terrible, your poor mother." He snorts. "Oh no, poor nothing – she had more to do with it than my father or any of her…//suitors//." "Was your father okay with…suitors?" Aster nods. "There was little affection between either of them, but they both had common goals. When wealth and status aren't enough, you chase power and control because there is nothing left for you to accomplish. Magical children are…coveted. Gods washed their hands of us. Hayat sought to save us this way, but all he did was move the problem from gods to man." "Is that why you need the stone? Do you need to prove yourself to your family? Because you don't have to do that, you should be free to be you." He rubs his hands together and then takes a deep breath as he stares at you in a peculiar way. "I envy the fact that you have such hope to even say such a thing. You're still kind, $mc, and I hope…I hope no one is able to rob you of that. Because people will try." "Aster…I-" He shakes his head. "I've said too much. You are far too easy to talk to…" There's a part of your heart that breaks for him, and you want now more than ever to know his secrets. You wonder what darkness he holds in his heart that makes him think the way he does. [[The scholar is silent for a long time after that.|7.22]]<<else>> [[The scholar is silent for a long time after that.|7.22]]<</if>>

After a small delay due to a damaged wheel on the wagon, you've reached day five of the trip – halfway already. It's still early in the morning, so it's decided that you'll only stay one night at the inn and leave the next day, giving you nearly a full day of relaxation. Personally, you just want to get off of your <<if $mount is 'mule'>>mule<<else>>horse<</if>> and take a bath. As you get closer, you begin to see signs of a small settlement, including a busy farmstead and a few houses. There are people wandering about, some travelers like you, and others seem to live or work here. "It's a bit of a trade hub," Oswin says, riding up next to you and $mount. "It became a natural rest point to get to the capital, and eventually a small village and a fairly large inn grew from it." "Why here?" you ask, looking around and spotting a few more groups of people. "It was a good place to camp at first. There's a large source of fresh water, plenty of lumber and tinder for fires, and it's only six or seven days from Tallulah as well. Plus, there's a hot spring." "What? Really? Here?" He nods. "As far as I know, it's the only one in Mahdeh. It's quite large. The innkeepers have it sectioned off for baths or just relaxation." "You've been?" "Yes, I've come through here several times. It is nice. I've only been to one other up north, where they're more common. I've heard there's one up there that is hot enough to cook anything that goes in." You grimace. "Hate to be the poor soul who discovered that." You wanted a bath anyway, and this sounds like a fun way to get one. <<if $Orelationship is "love">>Glancing at Oswin, you have an idea. "Would you like to go together?" He goes rigid in his saddle. "To…bathe? //Together//?" "Yes," you say, <<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>face feeling flush<<else>>grinning at him<</if>>. "Oh…" He's silent for a moment. "Um, I'd like to, if you do." His voice is very quiet, and he begins rubbing the spot on his chest where you know the key necklace is. "I look forward to it…But I won't look at you. Unless you want. But don't feel obligated. We can take things slowly when it comes to looking, being together, and being near each other. We don't even need to be naked." He swallows hard. "I apologize, I don't mean to make it seem odd, I just have never…in my adult life, done something as intimate as that." "Just being in a bath together? It's not uncommon, and you were never terribly shy when we were younger." "I know, I just…like my privacy these days. Sharing my //space// is new to me. But I do want to; I want to //with you//." You smile at him, elated by the trust you feel between you and the growing connection.<<else>>You can't wait to take advantage of such a rare treat.<</if>> Finally, as you crest a hill, you manage to see the top of a large building, which must be the inn. The relief you already feel is glorious as you take it all in, as everything comes into full view. [[Until you see something oddly familiar…|7.23]]

A colorful caravan sits off to the side of the road. Oswin sighs. "You've got to be fucking kidding me," he mumbles. You laugh and shake your head. "Do you think it's him?" you ask as you scan the area for a merchant in garish robes. <<if $mount is 'mule'>>$mountname bobs her head and brays, increasing speed of her own volition with Flit matching pace. You have a feeling as to why.<<else>>$mountname's ears prick forward, and you look in the direction they indicate.<</if>> Sure enough, a very large elk is tucked in under the shade of some trees, munching grass while he lies down almost out of sight despite how large he is. You point. "It's him, I see Dainn under those trees at the border. Maybe this is where he's been the whole time?" "I suppose. Maybe he's just now returning as well." He shakes his head, but smiles. "I can guess that he'll be excited to see us. What are the odds of meeting like this twice?" Oswin's smile fades as his brow furrows while he stares at the caravan. "...What are the odds?" he repeats quietly. "Hey!" Zahn calls from $Zhisher perch on the wagon. "Is that who I think it is?" You turn in your saddle and respond, "It is! I see Dainn too!" You get an excited whoop in response, followed by Zahn chattering to the others about Nathanael. <<if $Orelationship is "love">>[[It will be nice to see him again and say hi.|7.24]]<<else>>[[It will be nice to see him again and say hi.|7.24]] $flirt_label [[It will be very nice to see him again…|7.24][$Nflirt to "yes"]]<</if>>

<<if $Nflirt is "yes">>You find yourself with a growing smile. It's been quite a while now, and you've missed his eyes. Perhaps you've developed a particular fondness for the man. You've wondered about coming clean on your affliction. He's always been sympathetic. Even if he doesn't dabble in powerful artifacts like Aster does, maybe if he knew everything, something would spark. Can't say as though you'd shun his attention either…<<else>>You find yourself wondering if Nathan could help you if he knew about your curse, or artifact, or cursed artifact – whatever it is afflicting you. He seems knowledgeable, maybe he would know something?<</if>> You continue down the road until the tiny settlement is in full view. There are merchant stands set up, a few buildings here and there, and several gardens. You spot some livestock and people milling about, some working and some simply enjoying the fresh air. <div class="centered-image"><<include "inn map">></div> It's fairly bustling for a rest stop, you think. Oswin halts Flit, and you stop $mountname next to her as the others catch up. "Alright, everyone, this is Foster's Rest. Any essentials we need will be here. I know the keeper personally. Please, //please// do not embarrass me or start trouble, they are not an easy person to develop a rapport with." Oswin looks pointedly at Duri and Zahn. "There are two stables. The one closest to the inn will likely be full, but there is a larger one on a path south. $mc, you're with me since you have our travel purse. We'll arrange lodging and then get the mounts comfortable before we relax." Everyone murmurs in agreement as you head into the settlement. You greet a couple of guards at the entrance, who wave at you; one calls to Oswin enthusiastically. A short way down the path, which narrows through the settlement, everyone stops, and the cart is tucked to one side so you and Oswin can secure lodging. There's a worn path that leads to a large building that must be the inn. A few people stare at you as you pass; others carry on with their business, preparing food at a campfire, while a family purchases supplies from one of the merchant tables. It reminds you of Stonebrook in a way, just smaller. You go up a few stairs and cross a porch to get to a rather unimpressive entry door, and then immediately take steps down into the inside of the building, where a lively atmosphere greets you. There's laughter and chatter as people sit around a smattering of tables drinking and eating. Along one side is a long bar with doors on either side that must lead to kitchens or storage. A person leans heavily against the middle of it, immediately locking you and Oswin with a steely gaze as you approach. It's difficult to determine their age just by looking. Their hair, cropped quite short, is a dusky ginger, greying at the temples. But their skin has few marks or wrinkles, though it is about as pallid as you imagine a ghost would be, and it makes their deep brown eyes stick out in a startling way. They have a fairly average build, with notably muscular arms and a handsome jawline, but unusually plump lips. "Twinflower," they say flatly. Oswin smiles in return. "Keeper Amala. How have you fared since we last spoke?" They nod. "Good. Business is ample. Road is safe. No trouble, family's happy. Been a good cycle." He comes up to the counter with you close behind and leans against it. The keeper seems to relax a little, though their eyes shift to you. Owin gestures to you. "Wonderful, I'm glad to hear that. This is <<if $Orelationship is "love">>my fr- partner…this is my //partner//." He goes still for a moment as he stares at you. "$mc Northbreaker…my…partner." Amala raises a thick eyebrow. "Ya said that." "Yes…" Oswin clears his throat. "Apologies, it's a rather new development." The keeper actually smirks at that. "'Bout time. I know the name, Northbreaker that is."<<else>>an old friend of mine from home, $mc Northbreaker." Amala nods at you. "Any friend of Twinflower's is a friend 'ere. Don't ruin that fer me. Been a long time since I heard that name, Northbreak that is."<</if>> Your eyes go wide. "You've heard my family name before?" They nod. "My family came from the north many years ago. My parents spoke the name like it was important. I met a woman once, from that old order – the nomads. She spoke it, said her family was Northbreakers, I think." There's an inexplicable chill that settles heavily in your gut. "Was it a really tall woman with long grey and white hair? Carried an axe?" They nod. "Liked her. Didn't prattle." "That was my grandmother, it had to be…Ravinder Axemaiden." "Didn't give her name. I didn't ask either." "May I know what you remember? She's been missing for several years." Their brown eyes soften at that. "Don't remember much. She spoke yer family name, she wanted a hot meal, refused a room, but wanted to camp here. She felled a couple trees fer me as payment. Moved on after two nights er so, I think." "Did you see which direction she went?" With a nod, they gesture west. "Back the way she came. No horse. No company, either. Stood out as odd, so I remember." Very unusual, Stonebrook is east of here. Why did she come from the west and then go back? "And you don't remember exactly how many years ago this was?" With a shake of their head, Amala gives you a sad look. "Sorry, wish I did. I know what that's like to be missin' yer loved one. I never saw her again. She left a memory, though, most travelers don’t. Been doing this many years. Mixes together." You nod. She was here. Your grandmother was here once. Just knowing that makes you feel connected. "Well, let's get you both squared away. A room?" Oswin takes over. "How many do you have?" "A room." "One?" "Yup." Oswin looks at you. "Not sure how his highness will take that…" You snort. Amala levels him with a stern look. "Rooms are at a premium. You can camp free anywhere ya like. How many mouths you got?" You resist the urge to answer that you only have one each and let Oswin keep talking. "Six, plus we need to care for four mounts – food, brushing, everything." They nod. "You brought me good business fer years. I'll treat yer horses free. But that room will cost. Six people, six gold – you get food and bath too." "//Six//!?" Oswin recoils. "Keeper Amala, your rooms are never that costly. Your normal rate plus the cost for the horses would still be less than that any other occasion." Shrugging, they gesture around. "Inn's full, boy. I got a family o'four sleeping in a storage room. Gotta make my money." He sighs. "Our purse is…limited, and we need supplies and a place to stay on our way back as well… I suppose we could camp, but it would be wiser to ensure morale stays up. A bed, hot meals, and baths will help." Amala shrugs. [[Accept the price, and hope you can make deals elsewhere.|7.25][$innprice to "accept"]] $flirt_label [[Maybe you can convince Amala, they seem to be a little soft on you already.|7.25][$innprice to "flirt"]] <<if $interest is 'tradin'>>[[You're savvy with your gold, you can handle this.|7.25][$innprice to "deal"]]<</if>>

<<if $innprice is "accept">>With a sigh, you dig out the money pouch entrusted to you by all your companions and fish out the six heavy gold pieces for the keeper. Oswin frowns. "It's a good thing we decided on just one night…" You hand Amala the coins. "We'll make some deals on the supplies, I'm sure. And you know Rune will help if we ask." "Yes, but I don't want to take advantage. $Rcapitalheshe has already given so much." The keeper counts the coins, though there are clearly only six.<<elseif $innprice is "flirt">><<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>The first thing you do is try to ignore how your heart is racing. This isn't your forte, but maybe a person like Amala will like it that way.<<else>>This will be the easiest deal you've ever struck. It's not like you'll need to try terribly hard, either. Amala is interesting and has an unusual beauty that's easy to enjoy.<</if>> You lean against the counter, lazily producing the coin pouch as you slump and slowly pull out the coins. <<if $Orelationship is "love">>You will be sure to ask Oswin for forgiveness after, and you hope he'll understand that you're doing this for his good as well as everyone else's.<<else>>This would perhaps be a bit easier if Oswin wasn't watching you with pure puzzlement. He looks ready to take your temperature.<</if>> After pulling out only four gold pieces, you place them in the keeper's awaiting palm as your free hand moves to gently grab the back of theirs. <<if $Orelationship is "love">>It's a fleeting connection, just one to get their attention before letting go.<<else>>Subtly, you caress the soft skin, lingering much too long and not letting go.<</if>> You look into their eyes, <<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>trying to hide your nervousness<<else>>giving them a coy grin<</if>>. "Please, Keeper Amala… You're clearly //such// a good business person. I admire what you've got here. For me, would you consider a discount, just this once?" They blink and go silent. You think it's working until you glance over at Oswin, whose eyes are as wide as his mouth. Maybe you fucked up… The keeper taps the counter with a fingertip hard enough that it rattles a couple of nearby tankards. "Eight." You raise an eyebrow. Oswin begins to stammer over what sounds like an apology. Amala repeats, looking at you. "Eight gold." "But," you start. "You said six." They shake their head. "Price went up. Scarcity." Digging out the coins, you give Amala your saddest expression as you murmur an apology, your face heating with embarrassment. Oswin looks ready to pop, and one of his eyes is twitching. The keeper counts the coins, though there are clearly only //eight,// and they saw you count them out. "My business is successful because I don't fall for petty tricks, and I charge what I know I'm worth. Yer a looker, but I'd rather ya use yer head next time." They smile at you, despite the lecture.<<else>>You take out the coin pouch but make no move to pay just yet. With a breath, you level with Keeper Amala from one business person to another. "I respect resolute business acumen when I see it. Obviously, your shrewdness has brought you success." They nod. "Thank ya." "But," you add. "I'll also note that you have an opportunity here that goes beyond just a one or two-night stay at your inn." Tilting their head, they lean toward you, curiosity piqued. "We are six in total, and Oswin is a repeat customer, you said so yourself. He's brought you business //for years//." They nod again, listening. "Perhaps my four companions and I won't be bringing travelers directly to your door, but word spreads. Word of mouth feeds a business. I always believe that one should treat the customers who will sing the loudest for you the best. We also happen to have two nobles in our group." This really gets their attention, and their eyes widen a bit. "A discount, even a slight one, warrants the affection of six patrons who will likely not only sing your praises, but return to buy from you again. It helps ensure we stay with you on our journey back. And I can do you one better. When I return to my own work, I will tell the other merchants of my stay here." A slow and wide smile spreads on Amala's face, their eyes curl up, and they shake their head with what you can only deem as affection. "Good head on this one," they say to Oswin. "Fine, four gold." "Three," you say. "That's closer to a normal price." They think for a moment. "Four, but I will provide you with some dried food and herbs for your supplies." "Deal." You swiftly hand over the coins. Oswin gapes at you in disbelief. The keeper barely looks at the coins before stowing them away. <</if>>"Three hot meals each, I'll give you all one free ale as well. Enjoy the spring as much as ya like." They produce a key from a pocket and set it on the counter. "Upstairs, turn to the left wing, go all the way down. Door at the end of that hall is yers. It has two large beds and a nice divan. Extra blankets, too." Oswin takes the key and nods in thanks. "When ya come back," Amala says. "If ya need, we can work out some work to be done. If any of ya sing or dance, the tavern-goers would thank ya generously." "We'll keep that in mind," you say as you usher a <<if $innprice is "deal">>still shocked<<else>>disappointed<</if>> Oswin away from the counter. "Oh, one more thing," Amala says. "I got family visiting. Niece and Nephew, big pieces of work, can't miss 'em. They'll be hunting for company; they bother you – be sure to give them a smack and let me know. Letcherous demons." You take the warning and go back outside to regroup, explaining your transaction with the keeper<<if $innprice is "flirt">>, and apologizing for losing two extra gold pieces<</if>>. Sure enough, Aster balks about sharing a room, immediately claiming the divan for his sleeping arrangement and refusing to share 'with the likes of these cretins.' Duri shrugs it off and notes that $Dheshe may not even stay in the room. You guess that $Dheshe either prefers being outside or needs to shift and run around for a while. Zahn is excited at the prospect of not sleeping alone, and Rune is perfectly content. You glance toward Nathanael's caravan as you all lead the mounts toward the stables. You don't see him, but you think you see a grey lump on top of the wagon. Once $mountname is settled, you'll go visit. <<if $mount is 'mule'>>The mule<<else>>The horse<</if>> happily follows you, seeming relieved to have some free time as well. Though <<if $mount is 'chessy'>>her<<elseif $mount is 'eb'>>his<<elseif $mount is 'bay'>>his<<elseif $mount is 'mule'>>her<</if>> care will be performed by the stablehands, you still take some time to get <<if $mount is 'chessy'>>her<<elseif $mount is 'eb'>>him<<elseif $mount is 'bay'>>him<<elseif $mount is 'mule'>>her<</if>> settled. <<if $mount is 'chessy'>>Naturally, she gives you kisses with her big lips, nickering softly as she rubs her soft nose against your head.<<elseif $mount is 'eb'>>He doesn't let anyone close to you while you shower him with love. He prances for you, nickering with excitement as you feed him an apple from your supplies. He only pauses when Oswin walks Flit by. The two touch noses and nicker at each other, so you hand the mare half of the apple since he seems keen to impress her.<<elseif $mount is 'bay'>>With no regard for how giant he is, $mountname pushes his entire head into your chest. He grunts with contentment as you hold and scratch him, ignoring the pressure on your lungs.<<elseif $mount is 'mule'>>$mountname brays with excitement, clearly happy for a break and your attention. When the stable hands get too close, she shows her big teeth and brays again. You do notice, though, that her attention keeps drifting over to where Dainn is, even if she can't see him. You promise a visit as long as she is nice to the stable hands who are looking increasingly nervous about caring for the big mule.<</if>> You give your mount a little peck on the nose before heading out. [[You wonder what the friendly merchant has been up to.|7.26]]

You scurry through, dodging a couple of the farmhands and a rather insistent man selling shoes and various other articles out of a barrel. There's a pang in your chest as you think of how $wolf would be following at your heel about now, and how nobody would dare interrupt you if she were here. You hope she has been good company for your fathers and that they are all safe. The caravan is tucked on the far end of the main section of the settlement by a large garden. Oddly, it doesn't look like it's open for business, and you don't spot any colorful robes either. As you consider what you know of him, the thought that he might be smoking his pipe comes to mind. Once you get closer, you realize that it is Shadow perched on the roof. He trills at you, tail high in the air, before making his descent to greet you. You can hear him purring as you reach down and pat his head. He rubs against your legs, pressing hard against your calves to the point where it nearly moves you forward. "Easy there, cat, are you excited or something?" He trills loud and long back at you. "Where is your colorful owner, hm?" Shadow bounds off to the other side of the caravan, so you follow. As you get closer, you can just barely see a shape against one wheel on the side the cat ran to. Perhaps like Corman, Nathan needed a nap. You round the large wagon and spot him, leaning against the wheel, his face turned away from you, but it looks like he's fallen asleep. He's dressed as you'd expect, in an attention-grabbing deep red robe and various bits of jewelry. You note some gold pieces along his ear that you'd never seen before as well. "Nathan?" you ask, getting closer. He doesn't stir, and something feels odd. Shadow trills again, loud as he hops on the merchant's lap and kneads his paws on the man’s legs. You get closer and touch his shoulder. "Hey, Nathanael? Are you okay?' You give him a squeeze and a shake. The man blinks, still slumped over, but waking. He looks confused, but his hands come up to stroke Shadow's fur. They're shaking… "Nathan, can you hear me? What's wrong?' "Hm?" He struggles to right his posture, so you help him sit up. He blinks several times as he stares at you, like he doesn't recognize you. "I think you need a healer. I know someone." "$mc?" he asks, his voice sounding strained. "Yes, it's me. Are you okay? I nearly couldn't wake you. Shadow seems upset." He smiles weakly and pets his beloved cat. "I…I've taken ill lately." You kneel next to him. <<if $interest is 'healin'>>Immediately, you set to work. "Let me take a look at you. I have my medical bag, and I can fetch it easily. Tell me of your symptoms first."<<else>>"What's going on with you?"<</if>> He waves a hand. "Just a malaise. I have bouts of…of sleeplessness, and then bouts where I cannot stay awake. It will pass. I merely…I probably picked something up when I…" He blinks rapidly. "When I…" His brow furrows, and he glances at his hands and then at you. The look on his face frightens you. His expression is lost, confused, but also scared. This is so unlike the Nathanael you know – far from the dashing salesman who turns heads and hearts. He doesn't even speak like himself. "Do you not remember?" "I went…I came from the city. Right?" "Last I knew, you were going to Tallulah on business. Is that what you mean?" He nods. "Yes, that must be it." <<if $interest is 'healin'>>You feel around his forehead and the back of his neck, not detecting any temperature. After some coaxing, he opens his mouth for you to check. When you look into his eyes, they're watery and a bit bloodshot, but his pupils are normal. Your mind cycles through the things that might cause some sort of delirium. You know he smokes; perhaps he obtained bad herbs or tobacco. Some plants can cause confusion and malaise. "Have you been smoking your pipe regularly?"<<else>>You notice that his eyes are bloodshot as you look at him. "Nathan, have you been smoking your pipe perhaps? Maybe a bit too much?" You recall his special blend of tobacco and herbs from your chance encounter in the forest.<</if>> He shakes his head. "No, I needed a clear head. I haven't since… Wait, did we meet before?" You nod. "Quite a while ago, at the clearing in the forest. You came back from Codrin. Remember?" <<if $Nflirt is "yes">>He smiles at you, eyes curling up as his face lights up with warmth. "Of course I remember you… I've always been fond of seeing you, my dear."<<else>>"Sort of," he says and then smiles. "Yes, it was an odd encounter…but fun."<</if>> <<if $Nflirt is "yes">>There's a relief in seeing him bounce back just a bit to the man you know, but you're still very worried.<<else>>Even if his memory is better with prompting, you're still worried.<</if>> "I have a very good healer with me, I'll go fetch $Rhimher. You just sit tight." <<if $Nflirt is "yes">>As you stand, he catches your hand. "Please, don't leave me…" His voice sounds so sad, like he might even cry. "It's just for a moment, I promise. I will return with help. I'd take you with, but I don't know if you're in any condition to walk. Cuddle with Shadow until I come back, okay?" "I'm…I'm scared, I think, $mc. I don't know how to fix this." You squeeze his hand. "I know that feeling, Nathanael. Trust me, I know it well." His eyes go wide. "Oh, //stars below//, I apologize, darling. I…I knew that, I should know that. I…I'm so sorry." "You're not quite yourself right now, it's okay," you reassure. "I will come back quickly, I swear it."<<else>>"You won't leave me long?" he asks, voice abnormally shaky. "I swear it," you state. "It will be fast."<</if>> He smiles and leans his head against the wheel of the caravan. "Okay," he agrees simply. [[You run off to find Rune, hoping he'll be okay for just a moment alone.|7.27]]

Thankfully, you manage to run up on Rune and the others, securing the wagon close to the stables. Duri makes a face, wrinkling $Dhisher nose as soon as you're close. "Rune," you start. "I've got someone who could use your help." The mage turns. "Of course, what do you need?" Duri interrupts. "And where have you been? You stink." You glower at $Dhimher, and then remember $Dhisher reaction to Corman's caravan. "Is it magic you smell?" you ask. The demigod nods. "It's like that guy from your home." This gets Oswin and Zahn's attention. They join in to listen to what you have to say. "Well, I was just with his boss, Nathanael; he also sells magic curios, so that's probably why. He's not doing well, though. He's acting odd, and I don't think he's feeling well. <<if $interest is 'healin'>>It was difficult to wake him, but he doesn't have a fever, his throat is clear, tongue is normal. His eyes are bloodshot and watery, and his memory comes and goes. I know he smokes a pipe, but claims he hasn't in quite some time.<<else>>It was hard to wake him up when, and then it was like he didn't even recognize me at first. At first, I assumed he simply smoked too much, but he says he hasn't.<</if>>" "Oh dear," Rune says. "Corman was also ill some days ago before we left. Do you think they've crossed paths? I recall that he left town, but I don't know exactly when. His symptoms were difficult to pinpoint, but he was very weak when I looked at him. I don't know about his memory, but he did seem a bit confused here and there. He perked up after some rest, so I just assumed it was a spot of malaise." "We should go see him," Oswin says, sounding worried. Duri apologizes and hangs back. You suppose you can't blame $Dhimher for that either. You lead everyone over to the caravan, where Nathan still sits. He's at least upright, cuddling Shadow close to his chest. "Nathan," you say. "This is my friend, Rune Lyreheart, $Rheshe's a healer and will take a look at you." He looks up at you and nods, looking sleepy, before turning his attention to the mage. "Hello, dear, it is wonderful to see you again." That makes Rune frown, but $Rheshe nods and ignores the obvious error. "$mc tells me that your memory is a little scattered. Is that right?" Nathan smiles. "It will pass, I'll be fine. I was just confused after I awoke." He looks at you. "$mc is very kind to worry after me." "I'd still like to check you over. I use magic in my healing. Is that okay?" He nods, and Rune gently presses $Rhisher fingers to the merchant's temple and focuses while the other hand gently holds his wrist. After a long and quiet moment, the mage lets go and then looks into Nathan's eyes. "You feel normal, even your heartbeat is steady. Have you been around Corman lately? Even at all this entire season?" The man is silent for a while and furrows his brow. "Corman?" he asks as if he doesn't recognize the name. "Oh! No, no, I…well, maybe?" Rune hums. "It's difficult to know either way, I suppose. If this is a communicable illness, there's no telling just yet how long it takes from contact to manifestation. Are you able to eat and drink just fine? Have you vomited or anything of that nature?" He shakes his head. "No, none of that. I…I think my senses are returning; you needn't worry. I apologize for alarming everyone. I think I merely strained myself, uh, severely. I just need to rest a while." Rune sighs. "Well, I can't argue that rest is our best healer, but I'm not convinced that this is only strain. We are only here for a day, so if you need help, I'd like you to take advantage of us while you can." Oswin leans in. "Nathanael, if you're here for a while and need help after we're gone, ask for Keeper Amala to help you find someone. I'll notify them that you are a friend, and they will see that you're cared for." Nathanael looks up at him with a big grin, looking much more like the merchant you know. "My but you are a sweet thing, Twinflower. I shall do as you say. Perhaps you really do have a soft spot for me after all." Grumbling, Oswin, rolls his eyes and turns to leave. Zahn peers around the caravan and waves, but seems too sheepish to linger. Finally, Rune leaves you alone with Nathan, giving you a worried look. Again, you kneel next to him. "I don't think that you think you're okay…" He chuckles and then turns his head away from you. "That may be true in more ways than one, <<if $Nflirt is "yes">>darling<<else>>dear<</if>>. It will pass, though. I'm already feeling better." "Has this been happening more than just today?" Biting his bottom lip, he sighs and then nods. "I've been out of sorts. <<if $Nflirt is "yes">>It's nothing you should alarm yourself with, I promise. I have it handled, and I really do believe I just need a solid rest. I've been on the move since I left Stonebrook. And…well, you're young, but I'm aging //a bit//, only a bit. Things change in one's body at times.<<else>>I'll admit that the bouts have increased in frequency. But…it's manageable. I'll take care of myself, don't you worry.<</if>>" <<if $Nflirt is "yes">>He at least sounds convinced in what he's saying, though you're not sure you buy the //aging// part of what he's saying. Your fathers are older than him, and none of them have ever had bouts of memory loss… Though he does act and sound much more normal now. Perhaps it really is just a strange turn.<<else>>Well, if he's admitting there's a problem but thinks it'll be okay, you don't think you can really argue that. You may not be convinced, though.<</if>> He interrupts your thoughts by clearing his throat. "I do appreciate your visit, truly. It has been good to see you, even if I've been out of sorts. But you shouldn't waste your time on me; I'm well enough now. Return to your friends and have some fun. It looks like you've collected an interesting bunch." Nathan smiles warmly at you. "There's no doubt about that," you muse. <<if $Nflirt is "yes">>"But, I'd like to stay for just a bit with you." You shift to sit across from him on the ground.<<else>>"I suppose you're right. As long as you're actually okay?" You rise from your position a bit reluctantly. He nods. "I am. I'm feeling myself. And I promise to ask for help should I take a turn." "Okay," you acquiesce. "It was good to see you. Please take care of yourself." The merchant agrees and waves you off, his loyal cat chattering happily on his lap. [[You should find a way to relax…|7.28]]<</if>> <<if $Nflirt is "yes">>Nathan's eyes go wide, and his lips part in surprise. "Your time is precious, $mc, you don't need to waste it on me." You shake your head. "It's not a waste. I was thinking about you, and I wanted to see you." $flirt_label [[You scoot closer and gently touch the back of his hand.|7.27a][$N7touch to "yes"]] $flirt_label [[You scoot closer and grin at him.|7.27a][$N7touch to "no"]] <</if>>

You take some deep breaths as you slowly wander around Foster's Rest. It's a good size for what's essentially just a stop on the road. Though, as you recall the stories from the elders in Stonebrook, that's much how your little town got its start. People find a way to make a living, roots take hold, and things grow. Some guests are packing up horses and carts and heading out, some are cooking food, others are selling from tents or even just rugs on the ground. The scent of roasted chicken fills the air, and a group of children screeches with excitement as they chase each other and play with a dog. It feels like home, really. After stretching your legs, gawking at the various items for sale, and enjoying a moment to yourself, you head toward the inn. <<if $mount is 'mule'>>Though, your trek is cut short when a frantic stablehand comes up to you explaining that your mule has escaped. You don't even need to think for a moment to know where she's gone. Sure enough, $mountname has made herself comfortable, lying against Dainn as he lounges under the shade of some trees and bushes. He doesn't seem to mind her company or that she's resting her whole body against him, using his shoulder as a pillow. He glances at you as he chews a mouthful of grass. You shrug and join them. Now is as good as later to allow her a visit with her beloved giant elk, so you stay as long as possible before leading her back to the stables.<<else>>It takes some dodging of rambunctious children and ignoring the curious gazes that seem to keep following you…<</if>> The lounge of the inn is a bit busier than it was earlier. Your eyes sweep the room until you find a table with all your traveling companions. [[You take a seat with them and wait for a midday meal.|7.29]]

<<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>Your face heats as you get closer to him.<<else>>You smirk as you get closer to him.<</if>> <<if $N7touch is "yes">>His skin is warm under your fingers as they slide along the back of his hand.<<else>>His smile alone warms your face, and the way his eyes light up at your insistence tells you that you have made his entire day.<</if>> "You've paid me a great compliment," he says, voice quiet. He leans in closer so that he might whisper. "Just how much were you thinking about me?<<if $merchantopinion >= 30>> Because I get the sense that it's a great deal. You should be more mindful of how much space you allow someone like me in your heart.<</if>> Am I a passing fancy?" <<if $N7touch is "yes">>He turns his hand so that your are palm to palm before sliding his fingers to trace the fragile skin of your wrist as you do the same to him.<<else>>He leans in close, putting you eye to eye.<</if>> "Or is it something more you desire?" What do you desire? Does this mean your interest is returned? It sounds like he's letting you set the pace.<<if $ch2merchinvite is true>> It wasn't long ago that you invited him to warm your bed. Is that still the case? Do you merely desire to feel his skin against yours? Would he let you one day if that's what you still wanted?<</if>> "I'm still deciding," you remark quietly. "Keep thinking of me, if it pleases you. And I truly do hope it pleases. I'll be well again shortly, and should your thoughts still be on me, then I'd like to know what they are. I find myself charmed by you again and again, darling. When I see you, there's…a string that connects us. I don't know what it means; maybe it's wishful thinking. But I do know that it feels different from others." <<if $N7touch is "yes">>His fingers travel further up your arm, tickling the soft skin up to the crook of your elbow.<<else>>His gaze softens, and you notice that the redness of them has gone, and now you only see the reflection of your face in his pupils, surrounded by the radiant color of his irises.<</if>> "And you'll think of me?" you ask, curious. Nathanael nods. "Of course." He leans toward your ear. "In truth, I am sorely disappointed at my current state and that you are only here for a day. I would love to enjoy a hot bath in the springs with you.<<if $N3bath is true>> I enjoyed seeing your back before, but I'd relish the chance to see more and not just keep you company from the shore.<</if>><<if $N7touch is "yes">> I could wash your back if you like, or maybe your sides, your hips… You could leave it all to me.<</if>>" You smirk back at him. "You seem pretty well to me right now, you realize. Like you were never poorly. You weren't faking it for my attention, were you?" He chuckles. "I wish that were the case. You simply make me feel better, darling." There's a flutter in your heart at those words. $flirt_label $flirt_label [[You find yourself glancing at his lips, hoping he will kiss you.|7.27b][$NkissMC to "yes"]] $flirt_label $flirt_label [[You're not missing this chance to kiss him.|7.27b][$MCkissN to "yes"]] $flirt_label [[His sweet words have left you speechless, and with a sense of tremendous longing.|7.27b][$NkissMC to "no"]]

<<if $NkissMC is "yes">>He leans forward, eyes watching yours as he slowly makes his intent known. His hands come up and gently glide along either side of your throat as he brings his lips to yours. The way he moves is unhurried – unbothered, and intentional. He takes the time to explore every part of your lips with his, and you can feel his smile as he does. One of his hands sweeps to the back of your neck, then up to hold your head gently. The thumb on the opposite hand finds your pulse point and gently rubs the skin. You think he delights in how hard your heart is beating. Once he's satisfied with the exploration by his lips, he opens his eyes, waiting until you do the same and match his gaze. His stare is more predatory than you've ever seen before. "Open," he says against your mouth, voice gruffer than you're used to. You're obedient, parting your lips and welcoming his tongue. He twists it with your own, less gentle than how he was with his lips, but no less thorough. He hums with satisfaction as you return the invasion of his tongue with one of your own. The hand caressing your throat begins to slide down, and you wonder how far he's taking it until he rests it right above your heart. After one last sweep against your tongue, he places a chaste kiss on your lips and pulls away, leaving his hand against your chest. He runs the back of his other hand against your jaw. "If this is what I get for waking up confused, then I shall gladly lose my senses more often."<<elseif $MCkissN is "yes">>You lean forward and catch the way his eyes widen in surprise and the grin that forms on his lips. Pressing your lips to his, you marvel at how warm and soft they are, a little surprised at how nice they feel considering the rigors of a life on the road. You take time to ease into the kiss, and he's content to let you. He matches you in an unhurried pace – intentional and unbothered. You feel his smile as your lips glide together. One of his hands sweeps to the back of your neck, then up to hold your head gently. The thumb on the opposite hand finds your pulse point and gently rubs the skin. You think he delights in how hard your heart is beating, and you can sense that he's successfully wrangling control of the kiss away from you. Yet, you find yourself gladly chasing after him. Once satisfied with the exploration of your lips, he opens his eyes, waiting until you do the same and match his gaze. His stare is more predatory than you've ever seen before. "Open," he says against your mouth, voice gruffer than you're used to. You're obedient, parting your lips and welcoming his tongue. He twists it with your own, less gentle than how he was with his lips, but no less thorough. He hums with satisfaction as you return the invasion of his tongue with one of your own. The hand caressing your throat begins to slide down, and you wonder how far he's taking it until he rests it right above your heart. After one last sweep against your tongue, he places a chaste kiss on your lips and pulls away, leaving his hand against your chest. He runs the back of his other hand against your jaw. "If this is what I get for waking up confused, then I shall gladly lose my senses more often."<<else>>A heavy wave of emotion filters through you, taking you a bit by surprise. There's excitement, longing, maybe even a touch of confusion. You're asking yourself what you want of him, what you can even have. Is this merely flirtation and fun, or do you want something more than that? You're lost in his eyes, in the sweet hazel that seems to change in the light and the dark pupils which open into a dark abyss that swallows you whole. You've known each other mostly in passing for over two years with friendly conversations, light banter, and good-natured jesting. But you're also aware of the occasional look that lingered, the word that seemed more kind than strictly necessary, the 'discount' he always seemed to give. Have you been something special to each other this entire time? <<if $N7touch is "yes">>He reaches up and lightly strokes the side of your face with the back of his hand.<<else>>He leans forward, tilting his head in silent question as he studies your eyes.<</if>> "It seems we are both taken aback, my darling. If this is the look I get for waking up confused, then I shall gladly lose my senses more often."<</if>> You shake your head and laugh. "I'd rather you be well, even if I need to strike some sort of deal with you to do so." He takes a deep breath and leans back to give you some space. "I won't forget this little moment with you, $mc. If you'd fancy it, I wouldn't mind another chance like this, just to enjoy your company…" There's a tiredness that settles over his eyes. "Once you're well?" He nods. "I'm afraid I haven't bothered to ask why it is that you are on the road still, though I fret your condition has something to do with it." You chew on your words. Maybe you should tell him everything? But…he's ill. There's clearly something wrong with him, even if he's fine in the moment. Or is he? Was this //thing// between you real or a symptom of his addled mind? Either way, for now, you'll keep it to yourself. He's not in any condition to join you, and you'll not apply pressure. You feel oddly protective, all things considered. "Yes," you say. "The group we've collected has found a way to cure my illness. There's a man we found, a scholar, who understands my illness and knows of some sort of…ingredient, something rare that will help." It's the truth without being the truth, you suppose. A wide smile spreads on his face. "Oh, that is brilliant. I'm terribly happy for you, darling. You will receive the help you deserve, and I…I will set myself to rights. Then…let's speak again? Please?" Your brow goes up. "You want to? About this?" You gesture between the two of you. He nods. "I've not…I've not chased a //spark// in many years, nor have I felt one quite like this. I had…I had some very dear friends once who taught me much about living. Little by little, I have lived up to what I learned from them, but there are things I haven't been able to bear. So, I'd like to. Even if it is just a friendship with you, even if you want me only for a night or two, or if you'd want me to whisk you away in my caravan…" He chuckles. "I can't keep living by only skimming the surface of connection." "Oh, Nathan…what about your friends?" He shakes his head and swallows. "They…they've been gone from this world for a while now. It's been very hard to make new friends since." You reach out and gently place your hand atop his to provide comfort. "There's no one else?" He thinks for a moment. "There is someone, but…it's complicated. It's a complicated family matter, actually. They made a choice, and I'm respecting that because I care." You grimace. If there is one thing that's not in short supply in the people around you, it's complicated families. "Alright then, back to us. I'm sorry if the tangent was difficult for you." He waves a hand at you. "Think nothing of it. That's part of…connecting, right?" "Right," you agree. "Like you said, once our issues are resolved, let's spend some time together." "Wonderful," he says. "I look forward to it. Anyway…" Nathan takes a deep breath. "Did you say you had a scholar friend? Do you suppose he'd like a chat? I've had some wonderful conversations with brilliant minds before; I do adore basking in one's intellect even when I have no idea what they prattle on about." You think about Aster and Nathanael meeting and almost recoil. "Um…he's not terribly social…or friendly." "Oh, nonsense, if I can make a friend of Twinflower, surely we can get along." You hum. "Are you friends with Oswin, though?" He gasps and places a hand to his chest. "Of course!" Deciding not to comment on the conversation you both just had about his lack of connection, you just stare at him. Nathanael stares back as if offended for a long moment before sighing. "We're at least close acquaintances at this point." He grins, but you notice that his eyes are looking a bit droopy. "Well, I think you should rest a while now, and I should do the same. I've only got a day here to enjoy a nice hot bath and a cozy bed before we leave again." Part of you wants to stay and watch over him, but you also know he won't sleep if you're here. "That is a good idea, for both of us. I will sleep inside my caravan this time. If I don't see you, I wish you a pleasant and safe journey, and I will count the moments until we get to sit with each other again." <<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>Just when you thought you had composure, your entire face heats. "Me- me too," you mumble.<<else>>You shake your head with a fond smile. "Too charming for your own good," you admit.<</if>> "Feel better, and do take care of your health seriously. Ask for help if you need it." The merchant agrees and waves you off. Shadow takes one more lap around your legs before you go, sure to rub his face hard against you several times before you're allowed to leave. [[Now, it's time for you to relax.|7.28]]

Everyone digs into a generously portioned meal served by Amala with the promised free ale. They provide heaps of food. There are at least three kinds of potatoes – boiled, mashed, and stewed with meats and other vegetables, roasted carrots, and several meats, including the chicken you could smell early. To top it all off, fresh bread and even a fruit pie. Amala's cooking is on par with your da's, and it makes you miss home badly. Between the six of you, the food is cleared easily, with anything left being shoved on Zahn's plates. What's even better is finding out that you'll get to eat another delicious meal before bed as well. Everyone begins to chat and digest the meal after, even Aster seeming more amiable after good food. <<if $Orelationship is "love">>Oswin sits next to you, leaning close as you all enjoy being off the road. He clears his throat, so you turn your head to listen. "I made a bit of an…arrangement with Keeper Amala." "Oh?" you ask, interest caught. "The bath is closed to guests a bit after nightfall, but I spoke with them and made a request. They're allowing you and I in after it closes for a private…private, um." He clears his throat. "Private bath." "Just the two of us?" He nods. "Amala trusts me enough, and that does extend to you now. As long as I'm there, that is." The //obvious// runs through your mind. <<if $touching is "none">>"Um, just so we're clear, you don't //expect// anything during this bath alone, do you?" Oswin looks at you, and his brow scrunches. "I…I expect to bathe?" You smile and nod. "Just making sure."<<else>>"Is this, um. Do you want some //attention// while we're alone together?" Oswin makes a face, brows scrunching. "Well, I don't care to be ignored, I suppose. I wanted to spend some time together, just us. We can talk freely." "Or be //affectionate//?" you clarify. His eyes go wide, and he sits up straight in his chair. "Oh…yes, I suppose…that is also something. Um." He clears his throat before whispering, "//Blazes//…" "It's okay," you encourage him, <<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>though you're feeling the nerves as well<<else>>smiling at how innocent he is<</if>>. "We'll just take it a step at a time, like everything else."<</if>> He nods. "And if you want privacy, know that I will keep my back to you, and there are partitions available as well."<<else>>"So," Zahn drawls. "When is everyone going to bathe, because I think we should go together." Aster makes a disgusted face. "Ugh." Oswin waves off the other man's reaction. "The springs are usually quite empty after sunset, before they close. I'd recommend if we're all going together to use it then. Most others will be in the tavern eating and drinking." Rune nods along. "That would be lovely." Aster pulls another disgusted face. "You too, Lyreheart? I thought you had some sense of dignity." The mage laughs. "Bathing together is a loss of dignity, how exactly? Humankind has been doing it since the dawn of the New World at least." The scholar appears to be at a loss for words for a moment, now looking more confused than disgusted. "All of you then? All of you have bathed with other people?" Everyone around the table nods. Duri leans towards him. "Are you shy or something? Tiny pecker, maybe?" The demigod feigns sympathy. "Just remember that size doesn't matter as long as you actually know what you're doing. We won't make fun." "Must everything go back to such things with you?" he asks with exasperation. "And for your information, it is more than adequate." "So, all your baths were private? Even as a kid?" Zahn asks, shoving the very last potato in $Zhisher mouth. "Yes, I had a private chamber – a washroom with a metal tub for bathing. There was a furnace of sorts below it. Our staff would light it to keep the water hot." Zahn hiccups loudly. "Wow, how do you survive on the road if that's what home is like?" "By not bathing around people I meet along the way, clearly." Zahn laughs and then falls into a fit of strong hiccups. Rune reaches over with a subtle glowing purple hand, touching the former cultist's clavicle, and the fit stops. "It's practical that we stay together anyway. You are free to do as you please; the room will be empty if you want privacy for a time. You are free to use the spring whenever." Aster guffaws. "And bathe with //strangers// instead?" Duri picks up $Dhisher napkin and begins to wring it.<</if>> <<if $Orelationship is "love">><<if $touching is "all">>You and Oswin smile at each other before you realize that you're being watched. Across the table, Aster leans back in his chair, swirling his ale as he stares at you. Oswin grumbles. "You needn't stare at us specifically; there are plenty of other people around for you to leer at." The scholar grins. "None quite as entertaining as watching you flounder at just the thought of being touched," he snarks before taking a sip of his drink. You practically feel the heat of anger radiate from Oswin and place a hand on his arm to settle him, knowing full well that Aster is trying to provoke a reaction. He breathes and settles almost immediately, moving closer into your space, and you imagine him as a shield to protect you. Aster tsks. "Bigger man…typical, how boring. Oh well, though I do wonder how you'll handle the real thing. Obviously, you've never visited a bed with someone before. You can't even ask your lover for a bath together without practically popping. How will you handle it, hm? Think you'll even make it to-" A chair screeches as Duri stands. $Dcapitalhisher hand is at the back of Aster's neck before he can even flinch. The demigod leans in and begins to whisper into the scholar's ear. You note how $Dhisher claws poke out against the delicate skin, and $Dhisher fangs flash with whatever venomous words $Dheshe has for the snappy man. It's hard to catch what's said, but it gets Aster to cease smiling or moving. When Duri is done, the man nods, the demigod lets go, and then //pats// the scholar's head with a smile. You have a feeling Duri may have been waiting for an excuse to do that. Things have been rather tense between them since Zahn's confession. After that, the mood finally settles, and the tension dissipates. Everyone winds down before getting up and leaving to do other things. [[Oswin asks you to meet him at the hot springs about an hour after the sun sets.|7.Obath]]<<elseif $touching is "allbutsex">>You and Oswin smile at each other before you realize that you're being watched. Across the table, Aster leans back in his chair, swirling his ale as he stares at you. Oswin grumbles. "You needn't stare at us specifically; there are plenty of other people around for you to leer at." The scholar grins. "None quite as entertaining as watching you flounder at just the thought of being touched," he snarks before taking a sip of his drink. You practically feel the heat of anger radiate from Oswin and place a hand on his arm to settle him, knowing full well that Aster is trying to provoke a reaction. He breathes and settles almost immediately, moving closer into your space, and you imagine him as a shield to protect you. Aster tsks. "Bigger man…typical, how boring. Oh well, though I do wonder how you'll handle actual skin-to-skin contact. Obviously, no one has ever wanted to touch you before. You can't even ask your lover for a bath together without practically popping. How will you handle it, hm? Think you'll even make it to-" A chair screeches as Duri stands. $Dcapitalhisher hand is at the back of Aster's neck before he can even flinch. The demigod leans in and begins to whisper into the scholar's ear. You note how $Dhisher claws poke out against the delicate skin, and $Dhisher fangs flash with whatever venomous words $Dheshe has for the snappy man. It's hard to catch what's said, but it gets Aster to cease smiling or moving. When Duri is done, the man nods, the demigod lets go, and then //pats// the scholar's head with a smile. You have a feeling Duri may have been waiting for an excuse to do that. Things have been rather tense between them since Zahn's confession. After that, the mood finally settles, and the tension dissipates. Everyone winds down before getting up and leaving to do other things. [[Oswin asks you to meet him at the hot springs about an hour after the sun sets.|7.Obath]]<<else>>You and Oswin smile at each other before you realize that you're being watched. Across the table, Aster leans back in his chair, swirling his ale as he stares at you. Oswin grumbles. "You needn't stare at us specifically; there are plenty of other people around for you to leer at." The scholar grins. "None quite as entertaining as watching you flounder at just the thought of being nude in the same room with $mc," he snarks before taking a sip of his drink. You practically feel the heat of anger radiate from Oswin and place a hand on his arm to settle him, knowing full well that Aster is trying to provoke a reaction. He breathes and settles almost immediately, moving closer into your space, and you imagine him as a shield to protect you. Aster tsks. "Bigger man…typical, how boring. Oh well, though I do wonder how you'll handle it. Gods forbid you actually see $himher naked. Obviously, you've never been with someone before. You can't even ask your lover for a bath together without practically popping. How will you handle it, hm? Think you'll even make it to-" A chair screeches as Duri stands. $Dcapitalhisher hand is at the back of Aster's neck before he can even flinch. The demigod leans in and begins to whisper into the scholar's ear. You note how $Dhisher claws poke out against the delicate skin, and $Dhisher fangs flash with whatever venomous words $Dheshe has for the snappy man. It's hard to catch what's said, but it gets Aster to cease smiling or moving. When Duri is done, the man nods, the demigod lets go, and then //pats// the scholar's head with a smile. You have a feeling Duri may have been waiting for an excuse to do that. Things have been rather tense between them since Zahn's confession. After that, the mood finally settles, and the tension dissipates. Everyone winds down before getting up and leaving to do other things. [[Oswin asks you to meet him at the hot springs about an hour after the sun sets.|7.Obath]]<</if>><<else>>Oswin leans forward, pulling attention away from the persnickety noble. "If anyone desires privacy, there are makeshift partitions to help shield you. Underclothing is allowed as well, and I think all of us here would respect anyone who didn't want any eyes on them, right?" He stares longer at Duri while everyone nods in return before returning attention to Aster. "There, //your majesty//, no one shall infringe your particular delicacies." Aster rolls his eyes and tsks. "I'm not //delicate// about anything, Twinflower. I just appreciate a bit of dignity while performing…" He rolls his hand in a circle. "Necessary mundane tasks." "Living?" Zahn asks with a surprising amount of incredulity. "Sure," he answers. "We'll go with that." Duri chimes in, "Is that why you sleep like a corpse?" $Dcapitalheshe then imitates Aster, straightening $Dhisher back with arms crossed over $Dhisher chest. "Better than sleeping //and smelling// like a damn dog," Aster quips. "Oswin was already one dog too many, but here I am stuck with two." The demigod only smiles, wide and slow as $Dheshe measures the man in return. "Maybe I should remind you that this //dog// can tear you apart, eat you, and turn you into the pile of shit you are without a second thought." You see red flood up from Aster's neck, and you are pretty sure it's not from embarrassment. But, shockingly, he doesn't argue. You wonder if knowing what Duri really is has changed his attitude about $Dhimher. Could he actually be scared? "Anyway," Rune interrupts. "I'm going to excuse myself. I will meet you all at the springs at sunset. Agreed?" There's a murmur of acceptance around the table, including from Aster. The mage leaves and retires upstairs, and Oswin also excuses himself, leaving you with Duri, Zahn, and Aster. The demigod gets up and moves over to sit with you. "So, Lambchop, any plans while we have a break tonight? I mean, the bath isn't going to be an all-night thing." You hum. "I'm not sure. It's a little strange to have nothing going on. What about you?" "I think I need to run a bit tonight, but I'll know when I get to that point." "So, what do you think I should do with my time then? I'm not keen on running," you muse. <<if $Dstat is 'romantic'>>Duri just shrugs and then begins to slowly lean into your space. Zahn interrupts, first giggling. "I know what you could do, $mc…" "What's that?" $Zcapitalheshe gestures with $Zhisher head behind you. "If you wanted company, those two have been glancing at you since you walked in."<<else>>Duir smirks but glances over your shoulder. "There's two people at the bar who have been sneaking glances at you since you walked in earlier. I know those looks, and I bet they fancy some company tonight if you wanted. At least then you wouldn't need to share a room with everyone else…" Zahn snickers.<</if>> You turn in your seat to see what the fuss is about. Sure enough, there are two pairs of piercing blue eyes waiting for you. It's a man and a woman – both huge with hulking muscles – sitting together as they sip drinks. They look a lot alike, with fair, sun-weathered skin, similar facial structures, and characteristics. Their hair is a very deep red, the man with it pulled back in a tail, and the woman's short and playfully tussled. The man also has a beard of a similar hue but lighter. [[You're not interested.|7.noHook]] $flirt_label $flirt_label [[You are intrigued.|7.Hookup]] <</if>>

You spend your afternoon blissfully bored. The day turns out lovely, neither too warm nor too cold. All there really is to do is take care of your supplies for the next leg of the journey, and that doesn't take long thanks to Rune and Oswin's organization. <<if $ReservedOutgoing > 49>>You go from quiet corner to quiet corner, first people-watching, then reading for a spell after finding Keeper Amala's book nook in the tavern. Blissfully, you finally get time alone, and that time goes mercifully slow. Daydreams come and go as you relax, and you're even treated to a special piece of cake from Amala.<<else>>You move around Foster's Rest doing anything but. Once your supplies are taken care of for the next leg of the journey, you find yourself meeting a few other travelers and hearing their stories. Most people seem to be coming to or from Tallulah. You spend a long spell with Keeper Amala and manage to get them to open up just a little.<</if>> Eventually, it's time for you to meet with Oswin, and he leads you back behind the inn using a lantern to traverse the dark path. The way is worn down by the many feet that have used it, but it's an otherwise wild sort of area, mostly forested until you reach a rather large clearing. There are tall wooden walls that look more like a giant fence, even sharpened to points at the top. You're surprised that the hot spring would be walled off in such a way. Oswin turns to you. "Long ago, there was a bit of an accident, and a child nearly drowned in the spring, so Amala had the walls constructed to keep curious little ones out. I have the key to get in the door, though." He produces said key from his pocket and leads you to a door that's tucked to one side. You notice that the walls are decorated with all manner of plants, vines, and large stones. It nearly blends in with the forest, but it still is a bit of an odd sight, especially with no roof. Once the door is unlocked, Oswin lets you in, then relocks it. As you enter, you're greeted by warm lantern light and the sound of babbling water. You immediately feel the warmth from the water and marvel at just how massive the spring really is. At least, if Mahdeh only has one hot spring, it's a very large one. Much care has clearly gone into the area, with stone paths laid out all around, with a myriad of plantlife between. The area looks both wild and tamed. There are areas farther back in the corners with chairs and small tables, towels in baskets, and cloth partitions for anyone who might be a bit shy. "It's lovely, Oswin," you remark as you both shuffle in. "And we're here all alone?" He nods. "It's all ours. Amala just asked that I'm sure to douse the lanterns and lock the door when we're done." "They trust you a lot." "It took a while, I think. They're used to being scammed here and there by other hired hands or mercenaries. People have tried to gain their trust in order to take advantage of their business. We've quite the rapport now." He clears his throat. "Um, I will keep my back to you if you prefer, I don't mind. And I won't…I won't stare if, you know…I won't stare." He glances away. [[You don't mind if he sees you naked.|7.Obath.2][$Obathnude to "yes"]] [[You take him up on that, you'd rather stay back to back.|7.Obath.2][$Obathnude to "no"]]

You turn back around in your seat and shrug. "Nah, I'm not interested." Duri snickers. "Oh, you should see how sad their faces got." Aster looks at you strangely. "Interesting," he muses. "What?" you ask. "Suppose it's personal preference, but neither seems to show an interest in anyone else at the table." He leans forward. "Don't get me wrong, your looks are…enchanting, I suppose, but I'm well aware that I also turn heads." He gestures at Zahn and Duri. "And even these two attract attention, yet the two over there remain fixated on only you. If I were seeking company for the night, my eyes would drift to one of the other three at your table." "I don't understand what you're suggesting," you insist. <<if $Astat is 'romantic'>>He smirks. "My pet, I'm suggesting that their attraction runs deeper than just the eyes, and I do not mean your lovely personality. I certainly cannot fault them for being drawn to you first, for my eyes would do the same. But I would rather find another for company than have a cold bed if that was my prerogative."<<elseif $Astat is 'conflicted'>>He smirks. "My sweet little pet, I'm suggesting that their attraction runs deeper than just the eyes, and I do not mean your lovely personality. I certainly cannot fault them for being drawn to you first, for my eyes would do the same. But I would rather find another for company than have a cold bed if that was my prerogative."<<else>>He rolls his eyes. "They're not even trying to find another to warm their bed. They were focused on you, and I dare say it wasn't because of your looks."<</if>> "You think it's because of…" You glance down toward your mark. He nods. "Of course. It's drawing people to you, and we can only assume – for now – that you're not doing it consciously." Duri growls. "Fuck off, already. I'd know if $mc was trying to manipulate us or anyone else. It's very hard to hide things from me, //ASS//-ter." Aster takes a long sip of his drink, draining it as he stands up to leave. "That's just it, //puppy//, $heshe wouldn't know if it's being done unconsciously." He looks down his nose at you. "Who's to say? Perhaps we're your little dancing //puppets//." The noble stalks off without another word. "Ick," Zahn says. "He's got problems. Don't listen to him. We'd know if you were doing stuff like that. I think he's just trying to get under your skin because he's…" "Jealous," Duri finishes. "He's jealous, I think." You raise an eyebrow. "Really?" Duri nods. "I get feelings, $mc. I don't always understand them at first, but he…he wants to be like you, I think." The demigod sighs. "Ugh, that makes it a little harder to hate him. But only a little." Zahn hums as $Zheshe drags Aster's mostly empty plate over and begins to eat what's left. "You know, I think Duri’s right. That would make sense. I think he likes you, but maybe kinda hates you at the same time. He's messed up like the rest of us anyway, and you have things like looks, personality, nice parents, and friends – things he doesn't." With a sigh, you lean back in your chair. "Mm-hmm, and a curse that's trying to kill me," you mumble. "Forget him," Duri and Zahn say at the same time, and then laugh once they realize they did. They both smile at you warmly. [[At least you'll have good company until it's bathtime.|7.groupbath]]

<<if $ReservedOutgoing > 49>>You take a calming breath. At least, you're pretty certain they want your attention, so striking up a conversation shouldn't be too bad.<<else>>You smirk, it's always thrilling meeting new people.<</if>> <<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>Now, to work up the nerve to breach the subject at hand with them.<<else>>Now is the time to get to work and see what the night might have in store for you.<</if>> "Oh," Zahn drawls. "You interested?" You nod. "Yeah, I think so." <<if $Dstat is 'romantic'>>Duri shifts next to you. "Just…be careful. They don't seem //bad//, but if they do something you don't like…call for me. I'll hear, you know I will." $Dcapitalhisher voice is quiet, unusually quiet.<<else>>Duri whistles. "They seem like they'd be rough, but in a good way. Make sure you set rules. We need your legs working for the trip tomorrow."<</if>> <<if $Dstat is 'romantic'>>Nudging the demigod with your shoulder, you give $Dhimher a smile. "I'll be safe, I promise.<<if $DVlost is true>> Remember, you taught me what I needed to know, right?<</if>> I'll be fine.<<else>>You hum. "I think I'll be fine…they can't be //that// bad, right?"<</if>> As you look behind you again, you find that they're still watching and smiling. At the same time, they beckon you over with their hands. You stand from your seat. Aster looks at you with one eyebrow raised and then leans to see what the fuss is about, and then makes a sour face. <<if $Zstat5 is 'romantic'>>Zahn smiles. "Have fun, but be careful too…Maybe don't have //too// much fun though either."<<else>>Zahn chuckles. "If you're limping in the morning, I'll know you had a good time."<</if>> <<if $Dstat is 'romantic'>>Duri gently pinches your wrist between two fingers to get your attention. $Dcapitalheshe looks oddly sheepish, and acts like $Dheshe will say something, but changes $Dhisher mind. Instead, $Dheshe grins. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do…which is a short list, but still."<<else>>Duri grins up at you. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do. It doesn't rule out much, but there are //some// limits."<</if>> You part with your group, knowing they're all watching your back as you greet the two who have had their eyes on you. As you study them for a moment, they make room on a barstool between them, and you realize that they're a little familiar. Taking the offered seat makes you realize how large they really are. They're similar in size to your papa and grandmother. <<if $height is 'verytall'>>So few people rival your height, it might be a little nice to be the one overshadowed this time.<<elseif $height is 'tall'>>You are by no means short, but these people make you feel tiny.<<elseif $height is 'average'>>They certainly make you feel quite little. Perhaps you're not as average as you first thought…<<else>>You're pretty sure they could pick you up and throw you like a dart…<</if>> The man leans in first. "I'm Jóarr," he says in a deep, rolling voice. And then the woman leans in. "I'm Bryn, his //big// sister." "I'm $mc. <<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>It's, uh, nice to meet you. I mean, you were looking over, so I thought I should say hi. I didn't want to be rude. Oh! But I wanted to meet you too, I'm not just being polite." You clear your throat. //So smooth//.<<else>>I couldn't help but notice that your eyes seemed oddly transfixed on the back of my head… So, I thought I should introduce myself."<</if>> They chuckle in unison. Bryn hums. "Well, we seen ya before." "You have?" She nods. "You were on the road with us a while back. Don't remember when, some days ago. We never got to introduce ourselves, though." "Not for lack of desire," Jóarr adds. "Oh, that's why you look familiar," you say, remembering the two large people who stood out quite a bit. They were looking your way back then, too. Jóarr taps the bar with his finger. "Keeper Amala is our relative. We're staying here for a while, workin' a bit for them, catching up. But…we get bored, maybe a bit lonely, 'specially at night." "Oh," you muse, these are the niece and nephew you were warned about. Oh dear. The man exchanges a look with his sister. "We don't like flowery stuff and flirting. We know what we want, so we ask for it." At least they're direct. "Okay, so what do you want?" you dare ask. Bryn leans in close. "To fuck. Specifically, to fuck //you//." "Suppose I should have guessed." They chuckle. Jóarr continues, "See, we have one room though, and we're particular, but we tend to go after the same…prey. The best way we find around it is to have our company choose who they like best." "Not many are brave enough to stay the night with us," Bryn laments. "Why?" you ask. "We like the control," she says. "All of it. Not that we're mean. We always make sure our partner has a good time, but it's on our terms." Jóarr chuckles. "And we're not exactly very gentle. Scares some people off just seeing the size of us. And me, well…" He brings his lips to your ear. "I've got a cock that will split most people in half." Bryn pushes him away and gets in your other ear. "But I've got tits you could suffocate under." "Well," you start. "Anything else I should know?" The woman raps her hand against the bar. "Hm, well, other than being in control, I'd torture you with a good time…make you squirm for my amusement." Jóarr snorts. "I'm not as giving as my sister; I take what I want, but you'll be satisfied when I'm done." Then, he chuckles low and whispers in your ear again, "May have a bit of a…call it a fetish for, em, //breeding//." Bryn makes a disgusted noise. "From anyone else, I wouldn't care. Doesn't matter how alike we are; I will never get used to hearing you say shit like that..." She leans toward you. "So, $mc, what will it be?" "But wait, there's one rule before you choose," Jóarr adds. He and Bryn say it together, "No virgins." <<if $virgin is true>>Well…shit. You sigh. "Sorry, but I'm actually a virgin…" "Are you shitting me?" Bryn asks. "And you were brave enough to actually come talk to us? Damn." Jóarr laughs. "Fuck me – well, not today that is. You'd be a keeper. You got bigger balls than me, that's for sure." "Sorry," you say. "I guess it's possible we'll see each other again. Maybe…something will have changed by then." [[You make idle chitchat with the siblings for a bit before saying your goodbyes.|7.tablereturn][$hookupchoice to "virgin"]]<<else>>You nod, that sounds fair. They don't seem like the type of people you'd want to be completely inexperienced with. "No problem there," you confirm. The siblings lean in, and you know you need to make a choice… [[Actually, neither of these people is for you. You decline.|7.tablereturn][$hookupchoice to "cancel"]] [[Jóarr.|7.tablereturn][$hookupchoice to "Joarr"]] *Jóarr Warnings: major breeding kink (non-optional creampies), dirty talk, face fucking, gagging, huge cock, anal (depending on bits). Jóarr is always a top; there will be no other options, and he will toss you around like a ragdoll (respectfully). [[Bryn.|7.tablereturn][$hookupchoice to "Bryn"]] *Bryn Warnings: fingering (regardless of gender – anal depending on bits), overstimulation, multiple orgasms, semi-forced orgasms, face riding, tit job (dependent on bits). <</if>>

You spend your afternoon blissfully bored. The day turns out lovely, neither too warm nor too cold. All there really is to do is take care of your supplies for the next leg of the journey, and that doesn't take long thanks to Rune and Oswin's organization. <<if $ReservedOutgoing > 49>>You go from quiet corner to quiet corner, first people-watching, then reading for a spell after finding Keeper Amala's book nook in the tavern. Blissfully, you finally get time alone, and that time goes mercifully slow. Daydreams come and go as you relax, and you're even treated to a special piece of cake from Amala.<<else>>You move around Foster's Rest doing anything but. Once your supplies are taken care of for the next leg of the journey, you find yourself meeting a few other travelers and hearing their stories. Most people seem to be coming to or from Tallulah. You spend a long spell with Keeper Amala and manage to get them to open up just a little.<</if>> Eventually, it's time for you to meet with everyone. Oswin leads you all back behind the inn using a lantern to traverse the dark path. The way is worn down by the many feet that have used it, but it's an otherwise wild sort of area, mostly forested until you reach a rather large clearing. There are tall wooden walls that look more like a giant fence, even sharpened to points at the top. You're surprised that the hot spring would be walled off in such a way. Oswin turns to you. "Long ago, there was a bit of an accident, and a child nearly drowned in the spring, so Amala had the walls constructed to keep curious little ones out. It's usually empty by now, so I think we'll have some privacy." He opens the door and holds it so you can all pass. As you enter, you're greeted by warm lantern light and the sound of babbling water. You immediately feel the warmth from the water and marvel at just how massive the spring really is. At least, if Mahdeh only has one hot spring, it's a very large one. Much care has clearly gone into the area, with stone paths laid out all around, with a myriad of plantlife between. The area looks both wild and tamed. Thankfully, it is blissfully empty of patrons. You notice that the walls are decorated with all manner of plants, vines, and large stones. It nearly blends in with the forest, but it still is a bit of an odd sight, especially with no roof. After a look around, Oswin quietly locks the door behind you, ensuring no one else will interrupt your baths. He holds his finger to his lips. There are areas farther back in the corners with chairs and small tables, towels in baskets, and cloth partitions for anyone who might be a bit shy. Duri and Zahn waste no time in stripping down. Rune goes behind a partition and comes out with a towel around $Rhimselfherself, and Aster does the same. [[You'll use a towel too.|7.GB.2][$gbtowel to "towel"]] [[You strip and strut.|7.GB.2][$gbtowel to "none"]] [[You'll use a towel until you get into the water.|7.GB.2][$gbtowel to "temp"]]

<<if $hookupchoice is "Joarr">>You look at Jóarr, whose eyes light up. He slings one arm around you as if claiming a prize. Bryn sighs. "I suppose it's only fair that you get a night in the room, brother." She grins at you. "Good luck, $mc. Nice meeting ya." "Have fun in the tent, sister," he quips back. Bryn stands and tugs his hair, jerking his head back. "I will, but you're washin' the linens tomorrow." He waves her off. "Of course, now shoo." She tsks at him and leaves the two of you alone. "Anyway," Jóarr says. "How about we meet later tonight? As much as I like to play, I've got some actual work to do. Maybe, after sundown?" "I have plans a little after sundown to have a bath with my companions, and after that, I believe we'll be having dinner." "Perfect, after that we can go up to my room." He chuckles. "Just sayin', maybe you should skip the bath." Leaning in, he whispers, "You'll need another by the time I'm done with you, little <<if $bodytype is 'broad and sturdy'>>bear<<elseif $bodytype is 'athletic and agile'>>wildcat<<elseif $bodytype is 'curvy'>>dove<<elseif $bodytype is 'toned and lean'>>fox<<elseif $bodytype is 'slender'>>mink<<elseif $bodytype is 'voluptuous'>>snowcat<</if>>." [[You swallow… What have you gotten yourself into?|7.groupbath]]<<elseif $hookupchoice is "Bryn">>The woman chuckles. "Good choice, little <<if $bodytype is 'broad and sturdy'>>bear<<elseif $bodytype is 'athletic and agile'>>wildcat<<elseif $bodytype is 'curvy'>>dove<<elseif $bodytype is 'toned and lean'>>fox<<elseif $bodytype is 'slender'>>mink<<elseif $bodytype is 'voluptuous'>>snowcat<</if>>." "You win again," her brother says as he stands. "Enjoy the room for yet another night." Bryn smiles smugly. "Enjoy the tent." Jóarr winks at you. "If you regret your choice, come find me. You'll have to beg for it…but I can make an exception." "Oh, fuck off," his sister chides, waving him away. You chuckle at their attitudes toward each other and wonder what it's like to have siblings… "Anyway," Bryn says. "I've got work to do yet. Sometime after sundown, work for you? Make sure you eat dinner – you'll need your strength." "Sure," you reply. "I've got plans at sundown anyway, and then I'll have dinner after with my companions. "Perfect. I'll take you to my room after. Be prepared to need another bath after, though." She laughs, patting your back hard enough that you lurch forward. [[You swallow… What have you gotten yourself into?|7.groupbath]]<<elseif $hookupchoice is "cancel">>You look between them, both looking at you with interest and hope. Clearing your throat, you give them an apologetic smile. "I actually don't think this is for me." They sigh in unison. "It's alright," Bryn says. "I'd rather know that now than later, I guess." Jóarr hums. "Yeah, we're not for everyone, and we're aware. No hard feelin's." The siblings let you know the offer will remain open to you as long as you're at Foster's Rest, and wish you safe travels on your journey. Returning to your table, everyone looks at you curiously, and you know what they want. "I turned them down. They're not really for me." Duri snickers. "Oh, you should see how sad their faces are." Aster looks at you strangely. "Interesting," he muses. "What?" you ask. "Suppose it's personal preference, but neither seems to show an interest in anyone else at the table." He leans forward. "Don't get me wrong, your looks are…enchanting, I suppose, but I'm well aware that I also turn heads." He gestures at Zahn and Duri. "And even these two attract attention, yet the two over there remain fixated on only you. If I were seeking company for the night, my eyes would drift to one of the other three at your table, especially if my first pick rejected me." "I don't understand what you're suggesting," you insist. <<if $Astat is 'romantic'>>He smirks. "My pet, I'm suggesting that their attraction runs deeper than just the eyes, and I do not mean your lovely personality. I certainly cannot fault them for being drawn to you first, for my eyes would do the same. But I would rather find another for company than have a cold bed if that was my prerogative."<<elseif $Astat is 'conflicted'>>He smirks. "My sweet little pet, I'm suggesting that their attraction runs deeper than just the eyes, and I do not mean your lovely personality. I certainly cannot fault them for being drawn to you first, for my eyes would do the same. But I would rather find another for company than have a cold bed if that was my prerogative."<<else>>He rolls his eyes. "They're not even trying to find another to warm their bed. They were focused on you, and I dare say it wasn't because of your looks."<</if>> "You think it's because of…" You glance down toward your mark. He nods. "Of course. It's drawing people to you, and we can only assume – for now – that you're not doing it consciously." Duri growls. "Fuck off, already. I'd know if $mc was trying to manipulate us or anyone else. It's very hard to hide things from me, //ASS//-ter." Aster takes a long sip of his drink, draining it as he stands up to leave. "That's just it, //puppy//, $heshe wouldn't know if it's being done unconsciously." He looks down his nose at you. "Who's to say? Perhaps we're your little dancing //puppets//." The noble stalks off without another word. "Ick," Zahn says. "He's got problems. Don't listen to him. We'd know if you were doing stuff like that. I think he's just trying to get under your skin because he's…" "Jealous," Duri finishes. "He's jealous, I think." You raise an eyebrow. "Really?" Duri nods. "I get feelings, $mc. I don't always understand them at first, but he…he wants to be like you, I think." The demigod sighs. "Ugh, that makes it a little harder to hate him. But only a little." Zahn hums as $Zheshe drags Aster's mostly empty plate over and begins to eat what's left. "You know, I think Duri’s right. That would make sense. I think he likes you, but maybe kinda hates you at the same time. He's messed up like the rest of us anyway, and you have things like looks, personality, nice parents, and friends – things he doesn't." With a sigh, you lean back in your chair. "Mm-hmm, and a curse that's trying to kill me," you mumble. "Forget him," Duri and Zahn say at the same time, and then laugh once they realize they did. They both smile at you warmly. [[At least you'll have good company until it's bathtime.|7.groupbath]]<<else>>You rejoin your table after your brief visit with the siblings. The others gawk at you, clearly curious. Picking your drink back up, you ignore their looks. Zahn leans forward. "Well? How did it go?" <<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>Your cheeks heat a bit, as you mumble, "They weren't interested in a- a- virgin for the night."<<else>>You sigh as you slump against the table. "They have a rule for no virgins…"<</if>> Duri nods. "I can respect that. I wouldn't want my first…to be with someone who didn't care." Zahn looks at the demigod, face twisted in confusion. "Really? You cared who your first was?" "Yeah… Just because I like to get around doesn't mean I don't care about things like that. I'm just saying it's respectable that they set some boundaries with it." $Dcapitalheshe looks at you. "Sorry if you're disappointed, but they probably did you a favor." You look up to find Aster staring at you strangely. "What?" you ask. He shakes his head. "Nothing… I guess, I'm just surprised." You roll your eyes. "That I haven't had sex before?" Aster shrugs. "That itself, I guess, isn't unusual, I just… I suppose maybe it made me think that you haven't really experienced much. Usually, if someone has an interest in sex, they dabble before they're your age. There's nothing wrong with it, obviously." "//Our// age," you correct. "As I recall, we're basically the same age." He nods and waves his hand as if to shoo you. "Sure, sure. I'll amend my statement, as you seem older than your age suggests. The way you speak and carry yourself." "And you don't?" He laughs. "Oh, I very much do. I'm aware that I'm…more dignified than my age implies. I'm just surprised that someone of more //humble// upbringing is alike in that regard." Duri growls. "You better not be suggesting that //humble// is a bad thing." Aster ignores $Dhimher and looks at you. "Not at all, genuinely." He clears his throat. "Though…it is //interesting//," he muses as an afterthought. "What?" you ask. "Suppose it's personal preference, but neither seems to show an interest in anyone else at the table." He leans forward. "Don't get me wrong, your looks are…enchanting, I suppose, but I'm well aware that I also turn heads." He gestures at Zahn and Duri. "And even these two attract attention, yet the two over there remain fixated on only you. If I were seeking company for the night, my eyes would drift to one of the other three at your table." "I don't understand what you're suggesting," you insist. <<if $Astat is 'romantic'>>He smirks. "My pet, I'm suggesting that their attraction runs deeper than just the eyes, and I do not mean your lovely personality. I certainly cannot fault them for being drawn to you first, for my eyes would do the same. But I would rather find another for company than have a cold bed if that was my prerogative."<<elseif $Astat is 'conflicted'>>He smirks. "My sweet little pet, I'm suggesting that their attraction runs deeper than just the eyes, and I do not mean your lovely personality. I certainly cannot fault them for being drawn to you first, for my eyes would do the same. But I would rather find another for company than have a cold bed if that was my prerogative."<<else>>He rolls his eyes. "They're not even trying to find another to warm their bed. They were focused on you, and I dare say it wasn't because of your looks."<</if>> "You think it's because of…" You glance down toward your mark. He nods. "Of course. It's drawing people to you, and we can only assume – for now – that you're not doing it consciously." Duri growls. "Fuck off, already. I'd know if $mc was trying to manipulate us or anyone else. It's very hard to hide things from me, //ASS//-ter." Aster takes a long sip of his drink, draining it as he stands up to leave. "That's just it, //puppy//, $heshe wouldn't know if it's being done unconsciously." He looks down his nose at you. "Who's to say? Perhaps we're your little dancing //puppets//." The noble stalks off without another word. "Ick," Zahn says. "He's got problems. Don't listen to him. We'd know if you were doing stuff like that. I think he's just trying to get under your skin because he's…" "Jealous," Duri finishes. "He's jealous, I think." You raise an eyebrow. "Really?" Duri nods. "I get feelings, $mc. I don't always understand them at first, but he…he wants to be like you, I think." The demigod sighs. "Ugh, that makes it a little harder to hate him. But only a little." Zahn hums as $Zheshe drags Aster's mostly empty plate over and begins to eat what's left. "You know, I think Duri’s right. That would make sense. I think he likes you, but maybe kinda hates you at the same time. He's messed up like the rest of us anyway, and you have things like looks, personality, nice parents, and friends – things he doesn't." With a sigh, you lean back in your chair. "Mm-hmm, and a curse that's trying to kill me," you mumble. "Forget him," Duri and Zahn say at the same time, and then laugh once they realize they did. They both smile at you warmly. [[At least you'll have good company until it's bathtime.|7.groupbath]]<</if>>

After all, there are few opportunities to be this relaxed and this alone while traveling with a group. About the only thing you could do would be to pop out into the woods, which doesn't sound like a terrible idea, you suppose. But a nice hot bath, completely alone with the man you love, is preferable. For now. Once you've relaxed for a spell and grown accustomed to the temperature, you begin the actual bathing portion of your time. As much as you'd like to, you're aware that staying in the pool too long will turn you into soup, and that might be a day-ruiner. The innkeeper provides a special soap specifically for use in the hot spring. It doesn't smell nice, it doesn’t really smell like anything, but it does feel lovely. <<if $Obathnude is "yes">>Your eyes have been glancing at Oswin here and there, particularly because he keeps losing his soap. It's cute to watch him grumble to himself as he feels around for it with his feet. Over the years, you've seen him without a shirt before, either when working or training, especially in the summer. Of late, however, it's become a little more…distracting. <<if $touching is "none">>Even though you don't have a physical relationship, you find yourself appreciating his body just with your eyes.<<else>>The thought of touching him has rolled through your mind more than once. You can appreciate what you see, but feeling would also be a nice bonus.<</if>> He's artfully sculpted, you would say<<if $hobby is 'sculpting'>>, and you would know – you've made a lot of art with clay over the years<</if>>. His shoulders are a little broader than a lot of other men, but he's not quite barrel-chested. Yet, that waist of his, the way it cuts in and how firm the muscles are flexing under his bronze skin; it's somehow so much more elegant than you'd imagine he could be. Beneath the water, you know he's got strong thighs, and you already got to see his firm, round butt. The black hair around his chest trails down, not terribly thick, but enough to make him look sort of rugged, and maybe a little wild. Not to mention the tattoo along his ribs, featuring flowers and plants that represent the love for his family... It's hard to know just how long you stare, but when your awareness catches up, you find that you're not the only one lost in thought. Oswin stares at your body as well, mouth dropped open just a little as his hands squeeze the life out of his soap until it begins to squish between his fingers. You see him swallow hard, but then, oddly, he smiles softly with his eyes looking dreamy. His gaze meets yours finally, and you both jolt. "Sorry," he mumbles. You wave it away with your hand. "Don't be, I was…I was looking too." He smiles again. "It's different, isn't it? I feel like I'm seeing you for the first time." You chuckle. "Yeah, I think I understand. It's a new light for both of us."<<else>>You hear Oswin struggle here and there, and the sound of his soap slipping from his hands and plunking into the water. It's all you can do not to laugh as he grumbles about it each time. As funny as it is, it's also quite endearing, especially when he talks to the wanton bar as if it's doing it on purpose. You snort a laugh as you realize a common thread in the Twinflowers. "What?" Oswin asks. "Don't tease, I feel like this thing is //unusually// slippery…" "No, I just realized that you and Emre both talk to things as if they can understand you, and I'm trying to decide if that comes from your mama or papa." "Blazes," he swears. "Maybe both of them, but I think my father started it. Mother picked it up from him. Do I do it that often?" You shrug, though you have your back to him. "Emre is the worst about it, I think, so it definitely must be your father's doing. Do your sisters do that?" "No, I don't think they do. Maybe that's for the best." Laughing, you shake your head. "Yeah, I don't think they need another reason for people to be leery of them."<</if>> A short moment later, you hear Oswin make a strange noise in his throat to get your attention. "Um, would you like me to get your back? You could do mine, too, even. It's okay if you don't, but I wanted to offer. It's two-fold, really: practical and affectionate. You know. Um…" His awkwardness warms your heart… [[You agree that some practical and affectionate back washing is a good idea.|7.Obath.4a][$Oscrub to "yes"]] [[You politely decline.|7.Obath.4b][$Oscrub to "no"]]

<<if $Obathnude is "yes">>"Sure," you agree as you turn around.<<else>>"Sure," you agree. "I'm turned around, so if you want to do mine first, then we can switch."<</if>> "Okay," he says as the water begins to ripple in his wake as he approaches you. Passing off your rag and soap, you take his in exchange as you get situated. The press of the rag against your back makes you hum with delight. The hot water has made your muscles relaxed and pliant, making Oswin's movements feel a bit like a massage. You note how he takes his time, starting at the base of your neck, then moving along the tops of your shoulders, working his way down in segments. <<if $touching is "none">>"I do appreciate you allowing me to help you this way. I hope it doesn't make you feel strange," he says. "It's okay," you reply. "You asked, and I'm okay with it right now. It helps knowing what to expect, I think." For a moment, you dwell on it. "Oswin, do you…really not mind touching much even though we're together?" "Hmm, well, no. I enjoy touch, but I didn't fall in love with your touch…that's not why I want to be with you. I don't need that to feel- to feel whole." "Oh…" His hands stop for a moment on your back. "I've thought about it before. Admittedly, I've had urges for things a time or two. I've even had dreams about you where we've touched, but that doesn't have to be a part of who we are together." You smile, heart, feeling full.<<else>>"It's… still strange for it to feel so easy to touch you like this now," he says. Shrugging, you nod. "It's been interesting, but it's felt natural. Maybe because we've known each other for so long?" He hums in agreement. "Just to be clear, it would be okay even if you didn't like this sort of thing. I don't…well, I like it, obviously. But that's not //why// I- I care for you. I just need you to know that." You smile. "That's sweet. It's the same for me…"<</if>> Oswin finishes his probably-longer-than-necessary scrub of your backside, and then you switch to begin working on his. He groans a little at the sensation, going pliant at the touch. His back feels tense, so you try to massage it as you go. As you continue to scrub him down, taking much longer than needed for the task, you can't help but dwell on what he said. <<if $touching is "all">>"So…can I ask something?" you start. "Maybe a few somethings, I don't have my thoughts completely organized, but you made me think of something." "Sure, anything. I've no secrets to keep any longer," he says and then chuckles – a clear sound of relief in it. "You've never been with anyone before, but you asked me what I thought about touching and things like that. You just let me pick without…you didn't seem to care what we did. Perhaps I'm curious, but I'm also a little worried that you don't like touching how lovers do, and you're just going along because I wanted it." "Oh," he says. "Um. That's…I wasn't expecting that. But I really am fine with any level of- of //intimacy// you like. I left the choice for you because my longing is more for your heart and companionship than it is anything else." Your scrubbing stops as you think about his words, resting your hands on his warm back. "So do you even think about //other things//?" He laughs, with a clear nervous edge to it. "Well, more so since we became partners and you said you wanted things like- things like, you know… I've had thoughts about it before; it's not like I could help it always, when it came to you." "So you do feel physical desire?" He nods, and you notice his arms come around to his front, you think so he can hold them together while he thinks. "It's true I have longed for you in more ways than just in heart recently, if I'm honest with myself. I've tried to keep it tamped down since we began our relationship only a fairly short time ago…. My body responds to you in ways it does not for anyone else. It's only for you that I have ever had…urges and longing." He clears his throat. "Really? Only me?" You look around as if there are words floating around for you to grab. "You're older than me by a few years. How have you gone this long and never…never thought of anyone else?" He considers the question for a moment, chewing his bottom lip. "I can't explain it easily. Off and on, I would feel things – desires, I guess – but my mind only ever went to you. Sometimes, it made me feel guilty. But I think…I know that, that, um." Clearing his throat, Oswin nods to himself before he continues with his voice lowered, though there's no one around. "Sex is important for most people, but I've never been sure if //I'm// one of those people." Your eyes go wide. "You…do you actually not want to do…physical things with me then?" There's a sting of hurt and longing in your heart. Oswin shakes his head and <<if $Obathnude is "yes">>turns around to face you, eyes wide with worry<<else>>nearly turns around out of reflex<</if>>. "I don't mean it like that, no. No, no – I do, I really do. It's just…I think." He lifts his head to the night sky as if there are answers there. You see his throat bob hard as he swallows. "My connection…" His voice cracks. "My connection with you is what I truly //need//. Obviously, I'm attracted to you, but it just doesn't feel like…like only my eyes are, I suppose. And since you //want// me like- like that. I want you too." A swell of love almost drowns your soul. Oswin sighs. "It took me years to figure myself out. I was confused for such a long time, especially when I was a teenager. My mas- Egon didn't help with all I was going through already. Others, even Emre, would express…things I just didn't understand." You tuck in a little closer. "What were you lost about?" <<if $Obathnude is "yes">>Tilting his head a little closer to yours<<else>>Tilting his head down to the water<</if>>, he continues quietly. "Most people seem to prefer men, women, or both. I even asked Emre about it, but he was still too young. He told me then that he wanted a husband..." Oswin chuckles at the memory. "Obviously, his ideas changed. It wasn't far into his teen years that his thoughts shifted. I even asked my sisters." "Were Sage and Poppy helpful or?" He snorts. "Sort of. They don't like anyone. I kinda understood that. I also felt like I could be satisfied just as I am, but it also didn't //fit// me completely." He shrugs. "I tried to think if I had any preferences, and the answer was just blank." There's a note of aggravation in his tone. "The only time I felt different was when you were around. Even when I was being foolish, I just wanted you close. The older I got, the more I realized that things others needed didn't matter to me. I didn't need a man, a woman, or a person. I didn't care what color someone's hair or eyes were. I didn't even care about sex. I cared about the connection. That's what made my heart race, that's what fueled any desire that I did have." "Have your feelings for me ever made things…difficult //physically// for you while you were figuring things out for yourself?" you ask. Though the lights are quite dim, you can tell his neck is reddening, and you know it's not from the heat of the water. "Off and on for a few years, maybe. It was just in recent years that I- that I felt some sort of //stirring//. And more recently, whenever we touched or had a special moment together, I've had some difficulty…um…" He clears his throat. You smirk. "<<if $cake3Oswin is true>>Do you mean like with the honeycake in the forest?<<else>>Really?<</if>> <<if $Osparflirt is true>>Perhaps...could you even mean when we sparred a while back and ended up on the ground together?<<else>>You know I'm open to hearing about some examples.<</if>>" He sighs. "<<if $cake3Oswin is true>>Maybe…<<else>>Yes, really.<</if>> <<if $Osparflirt is true>>Don't make it sound like I'm some sort of…sort of //pervert//. It's not like that.<<else>>But I have already confessed enough, I think.<</if>>" He rubs his face with his hands. "Blazes, how embarrassing, I really am like a teenager now…" "Did you have problems when you were young then, too?" He thinks for a moment and then shakes his head. "No, that's part of how I realized that I felt differently. Everyone else around my age was talking about certain feelings that I didn't get. I did try…I tried – you know – with //myself// a few times. Things worked, I just didn't feel much motivation, I suppose." <<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>The temperature of your cheeks and ears easily matches that of the water.<<else>>You suppress a chuckle, he's terribly cute.<</if>> "So, you don't usually…with yourself?" He shakes his head. "Very, //very// rarely." You're learning so much today… "Well, that's enough about me," he says and then coughs. "What about you?" "Oh…" [[You're the same way, attraction is tied to connection.|7.Obath.attraction][$attraction to "demi"]] [[Your experience was more like how others have described it, you didn't necessarily need connection to experience attraction.|7.Obath.attraction][$attraction to "common"]]<<else>>"So…can I ask something?" you start. "Maybe a few somethings, I don't have my thoughts completely organized, but you made me think of something." "Sure, anything. I've no secrets to keep any longer," he says and then chuckles – a clear sound of relief in it. "You've never been with anyone before, but you asked me what I thought about touching and things like that. You just let me pick without…you didn't seem to care what we did. Perhaps I'm curious, but I'm also a little worried that you might like touching how //lovers// do, and you're just going along because I didn’t want to go that far." "Oh," he says. "Um. That's…I wasn't expecting that. But I really am fine with any level of- of //intimacy// you like. I left the choice for you because my longing is more for your heart and companionship than it is anything else." Your scrubbing stops as you think about his words, resting your hands on his warm back. "So do you even think about //other things//?" He laughs, with a clear nervous edge to it. "Well, I've had thoughts about it before; it's not like I could help it always, at least when it came to you." "So you do feel physical desire?" He nods, and you notice his arms come around to his front, you think so he can hold them together while he thinks. "It's true I have longed for you in more ways than just in heart before, if I'm honest with myself. Part of why I wanted an understanding was for my own expectations. My body might respond to you in ways it does not for anyone else, but setting the precedent helps me, um, //contextualize// things. It's only for you that I have ever had…urges and longing. But most of that is for you and not just your body." He clears his throat. "Really? Only me?" You look around as if there are words floating around for you to grab. "You're older than me by a few years. How have you gone this long and never…never thought of anyone else?" He considers the question for a moment, chewing his bottom lip. "I can't explain it easily. Off and on, I would feel things – desires, I guess – but my mind only ever went to you. Sometimes, it made me feel guilty. But I think…I know that, that, um." Clearing his throat, Oswin nods to himself before he continues with his voice lowered, though there's no one around. "Sex is important for most people, but I've never been sure if //I'm// one of those people. That’s why I’m okay with setting limits to how much we touch." Your eyes go wide. "You…really don’t want to do physical things? I’m not keeping you from something you want?" Oswin shakes his head and <<if $Obathnude is "yes">>turns around to face you, eyes wide with worry<<else>>nearly turns around out of reflex<</if>>. "I promise, my needs aren’t going unfulfilled. It's just…I think." He lifts his head to the night sky as if there are answers there. You see his throat bob hard as he swallows. "My connection…" His voice cracks. "My connection with you is what I truly //need//. Obviously, I'm attracted to you, but it just doesn't feel like…like only my eyes are, I suppose. If you needed me physically, I would need you too. And if I were to ever get //pent up//, I don’t have to subject you to that. I’ve gone this long, I don’t think it will be an issue." A swell of love almost drowns your soul. Oswin sighs. "It took me years to figure myself out. I was confused for such a long time, especially when I was a teenager. My mas- Egon didn't help with all I was going through already. Others, even Emre, would express…things I just didn't understand." You tuck in a little closer. "What were you lost about?" <<if $Obathnude is "yes">>Tilting his head a little closer to yours<<else>>Tilting his head down to the water<</if>>, he continues quietly. "Most people seem to prefer men, women, or both. I even asked Emre about it, but he was still too young. He told me then that he wanted a husband..." Oswin chuckles at the memory. "Obviously, his ideas changed. It wasn't far into his teen years that his thoughts shifted. I even asked my sisters." "Were Sage and Poppy helpful or?" He snorts. "Sort of. They don't like anyone. I kinda understood that. I also felt like I could be satisfied just as I am, but it also didn't //fit// me completely." He shrugs. "I tried to think if I had any preferences, and the answer was just blank." There's a note of aggravation in his tone. "The only time I felt different was when you were around. Even when I was being foolish, I just wanted you close. The older I got, the more I realized that things others needed didn't matter to me. I didn't need a man, a woman, or a person. I didn't care what color someone's hair or eyes were. I didn't even care about sex. I cared about the connection. That's what made my heart race, that's what fueled any desire that I did have." "Have your feelings for me ever made things…difficult //physically// for you while you were figuring things out for yourself?" you ask. Though the lights are quite dim, you can tell his neck is reddening, and you know it's not from the heat of the water. "Off and on for a few years, maybe. It was just in recent years that I- that I felt some sort of //stirring//. But I’m fine without. I have had this peace since we became partners, and I have never felt so fulfilled before." He clears his throat. "Did you have problems with physical desire when you were young?" He thinks for a moment and then shakes his head. "No, that's part of how I realized that I felt differently. Everyone else around my age was talking about certain feelings that I didn't get. I did try…I tried – you know – with //myself// a few times. Things worked, I just didn't feel much motivation, I suppose." <<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>The temperature of your cheeks and ears easily matches that of the water.<<else>>You suppress a chuckle, he's terribly cute.<</if>> "So, you don't usually…with yourself?" He shakes his head. "Very, //very// rarely." You're learning so much today… "Well, that's enough about me," he says and then coughs. "What about you?" "Oh…" [[You're the same way, attraction is tied to connection.|7.Obath.attraction][$attraction to "demi"]] [[Your experience was more like how others have described it, you didn't necessarily need connection to experience attraction.|7.Obath.attraction][$attraction to "common"]] <</if>>

<<if $Dsextell is "yes">>"Oswin," you start. "Yes?" "I think I need to tell you something. I don't know if it will bother you or not, but I don't feel like I should hold on to it." "Are you okay?" he asks. "I think so. Well, I know so, but I don't know if you will be, and I don't want to hurt you. I also don't want to hide anything." He takes a moment to answer. "Okay." His voice is quiet. You swallow and take a breath. "Before we got together, before we even had that conversation…I, um, I had sex with Duri. <<if $DVlost is true>>And it was my first time…<<else>>$Dcapitalheshe wasn't my first, but it was recent.<</if>> I wanted to confess since we're on the subject and you two have become friends in a way…I just don't want to hold this away from you." Oswin releases a heavy breath. "I appreciate you telling me. For a moment there I feared that we had had some sort of misunderstanding about, erm, exclusivity… You had no way of knowing the things I was keeping from you. I'm not going to fault you for living your life the way you wanted before we became lovers." "It doesn't upset you?" "Just as I said, it's not that it feels //great// to think about, but if we are each other's now, that's what I care about." "Does this hurt your friendship with $Dhimher?" "Well, was $Dheshe good to you?" He clears his throat. "Yeah." You decide not to get into specifics. "Then, I have no issue with $Dhimher. You consented, Duri was good to you, that's all that truly matters in all of this." "That's a relief and a weight off my shoulders." You lean against him and take a breath that feels like fresh new air into your lungs despite the humidity of the pool.<<else>>There may be a chance to confess this later, anyway. You don't want to upset him so early into your union. He knows already that you have some experience and hasn't expressed that he cares about who you had that with.<</if>> You and Oswin take deep breaths at the same time. Both of you know that you've probably stayed in too long, but it's hard to leave. For the first time in a long time, you've had true time completely alone. Not only that, but you had a wonderfully intimate conversation, one that's made you feel even closer. <<if $Obathnude is "yes">>The two of you exit the bath and go back to get your things to leave. <<else>>Oswin insists that you exit first and at least get a towel around you before he gets out of the water.<</if>> Once you have toweled off, you make to get dressed…only to find that your clothing is missing. Your underclothes are accounted for at least, but everything else is gone. Did you bring it? You're not actually sure. "Oswin…" You say as you look around the ground. "Hm?" he says as he pulls up his pants. "Have you seen my tunic and pants?" You look over to where you put your dirty clothing with Oswin's…only to find the basket is gone as well. "What?" "Did you set your things down at the entrance?" "No…our dirty clothes are missing too!" "//What//?" Oswin spins around and looks carefully. There's not a soul around. "Well, I highly doubt we sleepwalked here in the nude. There's a thief about." "Am I really going to walk back to the inn in just my knickers?" Oswin's face flushes. "Oh…I, uh, I don't recommend that. The tavern will be quite busy, and Amala might have a fit over it. Um, how about…" He tugs on his own tunic. "You could wear my tunic. I don't mind just going in my trousers if you're okay wearing them. It's quite long, even on me." [[You sigh. It's probably the easiest way….|7.Obath.end]] [[It's probably the easiest way…and you can make it more interesting by slipping off your underwear…|7.Obath.end][$Ounderwear to "none"]]

"Well," you say, "I <<if $attraction is "demi">>am actually like you. I need that connection, and then the other things fall into place.<<else>>think I experience more general attraction, but I also feel that the connection I have with you…maybe intensifies it.<<if $touching is "none">> I just don't feel the need for sex.<</if>><</if>>" He starts to //giggle// and then coughs loudly. "Sorry, I'm just excited to know more." You think he's pitching his voice a touch deeper. Now that you are both clean, you take your seats again. <<if $Obathnude is "yes">>This time, Oswin sits right next to you, your hips touching under the water.<<else>>This time, you sit back to back with nothing between you, resting against each other, which proves to be much more comfortable than the stone walls.<</if>> It's unfortunate that your bath will need to end soon. <<if $touching is "all">>The previous conversation is still drifting in your mind. There's one more question you'd like to ask while you have privacy, and since the issue has already opened. "Oswin," you say quietly. "Can I ask one more thing?" "Of course," he answers, matching your volume. <<if $firsts is "none">>"Does it bother you that I don't have any experience either? Is it weird that we're both going into this basically clueless?" "Not at all. You've said yourself that we'll learn how it works together and figure out what we want." He presses against you gently. "I know, but maybe I was being too opportunistic?" He chuckles. "It really doesn't bother me. When we find the right moments, we'll seize them and learn."<<else>>"Does it bother you that I've done things with other people?" "No, not really. I don't exactly want to think of you with them //now//, but if you are mine and committed to me now, that's what matters." He presses against you gently. "I always thought you'd be a bit of a jealous person." He hums. "I probably am, if I'm honest. I just don't see a reason to be knowing that- that you're mine and I'm yours. You fulfilled your needs in the past, same as anyone would." <<if $Dhadsex is true>>You think for a moment about how you've been with Duri…and pretty recently. Do you tell Oswin that? Does he even want to know? The two have also become more friendly, and you don't want to ruin that.<<if $DVlost is true>> You even had your //first time// with the demigod. The two are also becoming more friendly, and you don't want to ruin that. Is virginity even important to your lover?<</if>> You didn't exactly expect a relationship with Oswin to spring forward like this, though. [[You'd rather say something now.|7.Obath.Dsex][$Dsextell to "yes"]] [[You will keep it to yourself, at least for now, and decide later.|7.Obath.Dsex][$Dsextell to "no"]]<</if>><</if>><</if>>You and Oswin take deep breaths at the same time. Both of you know that you've probably stayed in too long, but it's hard to leave. For the first time in a long time, you've had true time completely alone. Not only that, but you had a wonderfully intimate conversation, one that's made you feel even closer. <<if $Obathnude is "yes">>The two of you exit the bath and go back to get your things to leave. <<else>>Oswin insists that you exit first and at least get a towel around you before he gets out of the water.<</if>> Once you have toweled off, you make to get dressed…only to find that your clothing is missing. Your underclothes are accounted for at least, but everything else is gone. Did you bring it? You're not actually sure. "Oswin…" You say as you look around the ground. "Hm?" he says as he pulls up his pants. "Have you seen my tunic and pants?" You look over to where you put your dirty clothing with Oswin's…only to find the basket is gone as well. "What?" "Did you set your things down at the entrance?" "No…our dirty clothes are missing too!" "//What//?" Oswin spins around and looks carefully. There's not a soul around. "Well, I highly doubt we sleepwalked here in the nude. There's a thief about." "Am I really going to walk back to the inn in just my knickers?" Oswin's face flushes. "Oh…I, uh, I don't recommend that. The tavern will be quite busy, and Amala might have a fit over it. Um, how about…" He tugs on his own tunic. "You could wear my tunic. I don't mind just going in my trousers if you're okay wearing it. It's quite long, even on me." [[You sigh. It's probably the easiest way….|7.Obath.end]]

Oswin douses all the lanterns as you change into his tunic<<if $Ounderwear is "none">>, stepping out of your underwear as a little…//treat// for Oswin to discover<</if>>. <<if $height is 'verytall'>>As long as you don't raise your shoulders, your ass should remain covered.<<elseif $height is 'tall'>>Thankfully, the hem falls below your ass, and you shouldn't have too much trouble keeping covered.<<elseif $height is 'average'>>The tunic is just as long as Oswin said, and covers you with ease.<<else>>Looking down at yourself, you feel a bit like you're wearing a dress, so you roll it up a bit and tie it off with a bit of rope you find.<</if>> You can't deny that you feel a little giddy wearing something of his. It was a sweet gesture, and knowing that you wear an article that has touched him makes you feel…//warm//. You hear Oswin's footsteps behind you. "Okay, all the lanterns are out except for ours, and-" He freezes. You glance at him. <<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>The tingle of nerves runs through you. Silently, you hope he likes what he sees. Are you covered enough? Do you even want to be? You're not sure what to do with your arms all of a sudden.<<else>>You smile a bit as you look over your shoulder at him. Maybe seeing you in his tunic does the same to him that wearing it does for you? You slide your hands down your sides to the hem of the tunic, watching as his eyes follow the movement.<</if>> He doesn't move or speak, but purses his lips and blows out a long breath. In the lamplight, you can see how dark his neck has become. You clear your throat. "Are you ready then?" "Um, yeah…I." He swallows hard, and his gaze doesn't move. And then…he scrubs his eyes with the back of his hand. "Sorry," he says, voice oddly thick. "You just…seeing you…. I never- You're wearing //my// tunic." "Are you okay?" "Yeah, more than okay. It's surreal how gorgeous you are, and seeing you in my things is doing something to me. I don't understand." He takes a few steps towards you and nearly stumbles. "//Blazes//," he swears, forcing his eyes away from you. You make a mental note of this for later. The walk back is lovely, quiet, and romantic. The crickets and frogs chirp, and the moon and stars light your way as the orange glow of the lantern adds more ambiance than guidance. There is not one cloud in the sky, and it is almost as if you could reach up and touch the celestial bodies looking down on you. Oswin chuckles. "Figures that we have such a beautiful, clear night on the one day we have a room to sleep in…" You snort. "Oh, you're right…. Hopefully, the coming days on the road are nice as well, so we can enjoy it." The two of you quietly slide into the inn and are met with the chatter of the tavern patrons. Some people are playing games while they drink, and others are working on dinner. Amala waves from the bar and then makes a strange face when they notice your attire is a bit…off. Quickly, you shuffle through the guests, and no one else seems to notice your lack of pants. <<if $touching is "none">>Oswin hovers around you, and you realize that he's obscuring everyone's view of you should anyone look your way. You lead the way to the stairs and begin the trek to the room.<<else>>Oswin walks close, with a hand around you, resting on your lower back as he ushers you in front of him. You can tell that he's blocking everyone's view of you should they look your way as you begin to ascend the stairs.<</if>> <<if $Ounderwear is "none">>You smile, perhaps a bit wickedly, as you hop a couple of steps up in front of him, knowing he'll see your surprise when he looks forward. And then, you hear his breath catch. Your smile grows as you slow, taking your time on the next step. He mutters behind you, "Blessed stars, preserve me…"<<else>>You're excited to sleep in a real bed tonight, even though you have to share a room with everyone. The thought almost puts enough pep in your step to hurry up the stairs. Almost.<</if>> Once you have wandered through to your wing and found your door, you stop and take one last private moment with your lover. You can barely hear some of the others in the room already, and this will be your final quiet moments together for a little while yet. <<if $Ounderwear is "none">>"Did you like my little…surprise?" you ask in a whisper. "I nearly fell down the stairs…" he grumbles. "Worth it, I hope." He smirks. "You know it was…" <<if $touching is "none">>Giving you a soft look, he sighs. "I do feel…privileged- honored that you'd trust me like that."<<elseif $touching is "all">>He gets close, running his hand along your hip and palming it. "I'm going to need just a moment before we go inside." "That effective?" He sighs. "If you so much as look at me a certain way, it's //effective//."<<else>>He closes the gap between you, gently rubbing a hand along your hip. "I do feel…privileged- honored that you'd trust me like that."<</if>> <<else>>"It was nice getting away and being alone for a bit," you muse as you stare at the door. Oswin hums. "It was. <<if $touching is "none">>And I feel especially honored to see the visage that is you in my clothing. They look much better on you."<<else>>And you've given me such a feast for my eyes as well. Perhaps I should give all my clothing to you." He runs a hand along your hip and palms it.<</if>><<if $touching is "all">> "Though, I think I will need a moment before we go into the room," he adds with a note of sheepishness.<</if>><</if>> While you have some relative privacy, now would be a good time to say your goodnights… [[You wish him sweet dreams.|7.Ogoodnight][$Ogoodnight to "wish"]] [[You hug him.|7.Ogoodnight][$Ogoodnight to "hug"]] [[You ask for a goodnight kiss.|7.Ogoodnight][$Ogoodnight to "kiss"]]

"No thank you, I'd rather just take care of my own." "Of course," he says. "That's fine by me." You both continue your baths, relaxing in the wonderful atmosphere. Oswin hums a tune under his breath. The hot water has made your muscles relaxed and pliant, refreshing you from the long road. <<if $touching is "none">>A thought enters your mind as you think about what Oswin just offered. For a moment, you dwell on it and begin to get a little worried. "Oswin, do you…really not mind touching much even though we're together?" "Hmm, well, no. But I enjoy touch, I just didn't fall in love with your touch…that's not why I want to be with you. I don't need that to feel- to feel whole." "Oh…" The sounds of his movement stop. "I've thought about it before. Admittedly, I've had urges for things a time or two. I've even had dreams about you where we've touched, but that doesn't have to be a part of who we are together." You smile, heart, feeling full.<<else>>Oswin clears his throat. "Just to be clear, it is okay to tell me no for this sort of thing. I don't want you to feel guilty or pressured, so I wanted to just say that. I don't…well, I like touching, obviously. But that's not //why// I- I care for you. I just need you to know that as well." You smile. "That's sweet. It's the same for me…"<</if>> As you continue to scrub yourself down, you can't help but think of what Oswin was speaking of about touch. <<if $touching is "all">>"So…can I ask something?" you start. "Maybe a few somethings, I don't have my thoughts completely organized, but you made me think of something." "Sure, anything. I've no secrets to keep any longer," he says and then chuckles – a clear sound of relief in it. "You've never been with anyone before, but you asked me what I thought about touching and things like that. You just let me pick without…you didn't seem to care what we did. Perhaps I'm curious, but I'm also a little worried that you don't like touching how lovers do, and you're just going along because I wanted it." "Oh," he says. "Um. That's…I wasn't expecting that. But I really am fine with any level of- of //intimacy// you like. I left the choice for you because my longing is more for your heart and companionship than it is anything else." You stop to think about what he's said before responding. "So do you even think about //other things//?" He laughs, with a clear nervous edge to it. "Well, more so since we became partners and you said you wanted things like- things like, you know… I've had thoughts about it before; it's not like I could help it always, when it came to you." "So you do feel physical desire?" He hums an affirmation. "It's true I have longed for you in more ways than just in heart recently, if I'm honest with myself. I've tried to keep it tamped down since we began our relationship only a fairly short time ago…. My body responds to you in ways it does not for anyone else. It's only for you that I have ever had…urges and longing." He clears his throat. "Really? Only me?" You look around as if there are words floating around for you to grab. "You're older than me by a few years. How have you gone this long and never…never thought of anyone else?" He considers the question for a moment, going silent. "I can't explain it easily. Off and on, I would feel things – desires, I guess – but my mind only ever went to you. Sometimes, it made me feel guilty. But I think…I know that, that, um." Clearing his throat, Oswin continues with his voice lowered, though there's no one around. "Sex is important for most people, but I've never been sure if //I'm// one of those people." Your eyes go wide. "You…do you actually not want to do…physical things with me then?" There's a sting of hurt and longing in your heart. Oswin shakes his head and <<if $Obathnude is "yes">>turns around to face you, eyes wide with worry<<else>>nearly turns around out of reflex<</if>>. "I don't mean it like that, no. No, no – I do, I really do. It's just…I think." He lifts his head to the night sky as if there are answers there. You see his throat bob hard as he swallows. "My connection…" His voice cracks. "My connection with you is what I truly //need//. Obviously, I'm attracted to you, but it just doesn't feel like…like only my eyes are, I suppose. And since you //want// me like- like that. I want you too." A swell of love almost drowns your soul. Oswin sighs. "It took me years to figure myself out. I was confused for such a long time, especially when I was a teenager. My mas- Egon didn't help with all I was going through already. Others, even Emre, would express…things I just didn't understand." You tuck in a little closer. "What were you lost about?" <<if $Obathnude is "yes">>Tilting his head a little closer to yours<<else>>Tilting his head down to the water<</if>>, he continues quietly. "Most people seem to prefer men, women, or both. I even asked Emre about it, but he was still too young. He told me then that he wanted a husband..." Oswin chuckles at the memory. "Obviously, his ideas changed. It wasn't far into his teen years that his thoughts shifted. I even asked my sisters." "Were Sage and Poppy helpful or?" He snorts. "Sort of. They don't like anyone. I kinda understood that. I also felt like I could be satisfied just as I am, but it also didn't //fit// me completely." He shrugs. "I tried to think if I had any preferences, and the answer was just blank." There's a note of aggravation in his tone. "The only time I felt different was when you were around. Even when I was being foolish, I just wanted you close. The older I got, the more I realized that things others needed didn't matter to me. I didn't need a man, a woman, or a person. I didn't care what color someone's hair or eyes were. I didn't even care about sex. I cared about the connection. That's what made my heart race, that's what fueled any desire that I did have." "Have your feelings for me ever made things…difficult //physically// for you while you were figuring things out for yourself?" you ask. Though the lights are quite dim, you can tell his neck is reddening, and you know it's not from the heat of the water. "Off and on for a few years, maybe. It was just in recent years that I- that I felt some sort of //stirring//. And more recently, whenever we touched or had a special moment together, I've had some difficulty…um…" He clears his throat. You smirk. "<<if $cake3Oswin is true>>Do you mean like with the honeycake in the forest?<<else>>Really?<</if>> <<if $Osparflirt is true>>Perhaps...could you even mean when we sparred a while back and ended up on the ground together?<<else>>You know I'm open to hearing about some examples.<</if>>" He sighs. "<<if $cake3Oswin is true>>Maybe…<<else>>Yes, really.<</if>> <<if $Osparflirt is true>>Don't make it sound like I'm some sort of…sort of //pervert//. It's not like that.<<else>>But I have already confessed enough, I think.<</if>>" He rubs his face with his hands. "Blazes, how embarrassing, I really am like a teenager now…" "Did you have problems when you were young then, too?" He thinks for a moment and then shakes his head. "No, that's part of how I realized that I felt differently. Everyone else around my age was talking about certain feelings that I didn't get. I did try…I tried – you know – with //myself// a few times. Things worked, I just didn't feel much motivation, I suppose." <<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>The temperature of your cheeks and ears easily matches that of the water.<<else>>You suppress a chuckle, he's terribly cute.<</if>> "So, you don't usually…with yourself?" He shakes his head. "Very, //very// rarely." You're learning so much today… "Well, that's enough about me," he says and then coughs. "What about you?" "Oh…" [[You're the same way, attraction is tied to connection.|7.Obath.attraction][$attraction to "demi"]] [[Your experience was more like how others have described it, you didn't necessarily need connection to experience attraction.|7.Obath.attraction][$attraction to "common"]]<<else>>"So…can I ask something?" you start. "Maybe a few somethings, I don't have my thoughts completely organized, but you made me think of something." "Sure, anything. I've no secrets to keep any longer," he says and then chuckles – a clear sound of relief in it. "You've never been with anyone before, but you asked me what I thought about touching and things like that. You just let me pick without…you didn't seem to care what we did. Perhaps I'm curious, but I'm also a little worried that you might like touching how //lovers// do, and you're just going along because I didn’t want to go that far." "Oh," he says. "Um. That's…I wasn't expecting that. But I really am fine with any level of- of //intimacy// you like. I left the choice for you because my longing is more for your heart and companionship than it is anything else." You stop scrubbing for a moment as you consider his words. "So do you even think about //other things//?" He laughs, with a clear nervous edge to it. "Well, I've had thoughts about it before; it's not like I could help it always, at least when it came to you." "So you do feel physical desire?" He hums an affirmation. "It's true I have longed for you in more ways than just in heart before, if I'm honest with myself. Part of why I wanted an understanding was for my own expectations. My body might respond to you in ways it does not for anyone else, but setting the precedent helps me, um, //contextualize// things. It's only for you that I have ever had…urges and longing. But most of that is for you and not just your body." He clears his throat. "Really? Only me?" You look around as if there are words floating around for you to grab. "You're older than me by a few years. How have you gone this long and never…never thought of anyone else?" He considers the question for a moment, before responding. "I can't explain it easily. Off and on, I would feel things – desires, I guess – but my mind only ever went to you. Sometimes, it made me feel guilty. But I think…I know that, that, um." Clearing his throat, Oswin nods to himself before he continues with his voice lowered, though there's no one around. "Sex is important for most people, but I've never been sure if //I'm// one of those people. That’s why I’m okay with setting limits to how much we touch." Your eyes go wide. "You…really don’t want to do physical things? I’m not keeping you from something you want?" Oswin shakes his head and <<if $Obathnude is "yes">>turns around to face you, eyes wide with worry<<else>>nearly turns around out of reflex<</if>>. "I promise, my needs aren’t going unfulfilled. It's just…I think." He lifts his head to the night sky as if there are answers there. You see his throat bob hard as he swallows. "My connection…" His voice cracks. "My connection with you is what I truly //need//. Obviously, I'm attracted to you, but it just doesn't feel like…like only my eyes are, I suppose. If you needed me physically, I would need you too. And if I were to ever get //pent up//, I don’t have to subject you to that. I’ve gone this long, I don’t think it will be an issue." A swell of love almost drowns your soul. Oswin sighs. "It took me years to figure myself out. I was confused for such a long time, especially when I was a teenager. My mas- Egon didn't help with all I was going through already. Others, even Emre, would express…things I just didn't understand." You tuck in a little closer. "What were you lost about?" <<if $Obathnude is "yes">>Tilting his head a little closer to yours<<else>>Tilting his head down to the water<</if>>, he continues quietly. "Most people seem to prefer men, women, or both. I even asked Emre about it, but he was still too young. He told me then that he wanted a husband..." Oswin chuckles at the memory. "Obviously, his ideas changed. It wasn't far into his teen years that his thoughts shifted. I even asked my sisters." "Were Sage and Poppy helpful or?" He snorts. "Sort of. They don't like anyone. I kinda understood that. I also felt like I could be satisfied just as I am, but it also didn't //fit// me completely." He shrugs. "I tried to think if I had any preferences, and the answer was just blank." There's a note of aggravation in his tone. "The only time I felt different was when you were around. Even when I was being foolish, I just wanted you close. The older I got, the more I realized that things others needed didn't matter to me. I didn't need a man, a woman, or a person. I didn't care what color someone's hair or eyes were. I didn't even care about sex. I cared about the connection. That's what made my heart race, that's what fueled any desire that I did have." "Have your feelings for me ever made things…difficult //physically// for you while you were figuring things out for yourself?" you ask. Though the lights are quite dim, you can tell his neck is reddening, and you know it's not from the heat of the water. "Off and on for a few years, maybe. It was just in recent years that I- that I felt some sort of //stirring//. But I’m fine without. I have had this peace since we became partners, and I have never felt so fulfilled before." He clears his throat. "Did you have problems with physical desire when you were young?" He thinks for a moment and then shakes his head. "No, that's part of how I realized that I felt differently. Everyone else around my age was talking about certain feelings that I didn't get. I did try…I tried – you know – with //myself// a few times. Things worked, I just didn't feel much motivation, I suppose." <<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>The temperature of your cheeks and ears easily matches that of the water.<<else>>You suppress a chuckle, he's terribly cute.<</if>> "So, you don't usually…with yourself?" He shakes his head. "Very, //very// rarely." You're learning so much today… "Well, that's enough about me," he says and then coughs. "What about you?" "Oh…" [[You're the same way, attraction is tied to connection.|7.Obath.attraction][$attraction to "demi"]] [[Your experience was more like how others have described it, you didn't necessarily need connection to experience attraction.|7.Obath.attraction][$attraction to "common"]] <</if>> <<set $touching to "none">><<set $firsts to "none">>

<<if $Ogoodnight is "wish">>"Since we have just another moment alone," you start. "I wanted to wish you a good night and sweet dreams." His eyes go soft as he looks down and smiles. "May you have a sweet night as well, my beloved."<<elseif $Ogoodnight is "hug">>You reach your arms out to him, and he responds readily, nearly tripping. Relaxing into him, you take a deep breath. "We don't have much time to be alone going forward, so I wanted to wish you a good night." He hums, squeezing you gently while lightly swaying. "I hope your night is sweet, my beloved."<<else>>You reach your arms out to him, and he responds readily, nearly tripping. Cupping his face in your hands, you bring your lips to his in a soft kiss. "We don't have much time to be alone going forward, so I wanted to wish you a good night." His eyes go soft, and he pecks your lips again. "I hope your night is sweet, my beloved."<</if>> A bit reluctantly, you both walk in, finding that everyone else is already in the room. Rune sits on the edge of one of the beds, rubbing $Rhisher temples. Aster is sitting on the couch, holding a broom with the bristle end pointed at Duri, and Zahn is in the corner, swinging Oswin's scabbard around. "Too late to sleep outside?" he asks. "Did you have a nice time?" Rune asks with a smile, and then tilts $Rhisher head. "Considering you have no pants, $mc, I'm going to assume it was." You narrow your eyes at the mage. "//Someone// stole my clothes, even the dirty ones." Your eyes move to Duri, who is slowly backing up toward the window while staring intently at the ceiling. "In any case," Aster says. "Put your dog- your //other// dog out. $Dcapitalheshe won't leave me alone." Duri snorts. "Everyone else is sharing beds, what makes you think you get to get out of sharing?" "And why would I share with the likes of //you//?" The scholar waves the broom at the demigod again. You shake your head as you go to your pack to find your own clothes. "I thought you were sleeping outside anyway," Zahn says, hiding the scabbard behind $Zhisher back as Oswin approaches to reclaim it. "I am," Duri answers. "Doesn't mean I can't give this little shit some grief before I go." Rune chimes in again while tucking $Rhisher coils into $Rhisher bonnet, "Zahn is sharing with me so you and Oswin can have the other bed." Everyone finally begins to settle, and Duri heads toward the window. "Wait, Duri," you call. "Where are our things?" $Dcapitalheshe shrugs. "No idea what you're referring to, Lambchop. Goodnight!" The demigod is gone in a flash. With little fanfare, you tuck yourself into bed and Oswin slots in next to you, <<if $touching is "none">>turning on his side so he can face you.<<else>>throwing one arm over you as he gets comfy.<</if>> The lanterns are snuffed and everything is quiet save for the nightlife sounds…and Zahn already snoring lightly. With a comfortable bed and your lover right beside you, sleep ushers you gently into an embrace. [[Blissful rest is yours for the night.|7.30]]

You awake the next morning feeling like pure bliss. Uttering a quiet thank you to the hot spring and the wonderful bed, you get ready for the day with the others. There's not much to prepare other than yourselves, so short work is made of the room. Everyone seems in high spirits after a comfortable rest. Keeper Amala provides you with a hearty breakfast, and their stable hands prepare your mounts. Even $mountname seems extra happy and relaxed after just one night in the keeper's care. You load up supplies in Rune's wagon while Oswin double-checks the wheels and harness. Since it's $mountname's turn to pull the wagon, you'll be driving it for the day. As you lift a crate up, a flash of something scuttling from under it catches you by surprise, and you nearly drop it as your heart flutters. You check to see that it was, jumping when it skitters close to your shoes… [[A huge centipede!|7.31][$phobia to "centipede"]] {TW} [[A massive spider!|7.31][$phobia to "spider"]] {TW} [[A disgusting snake!|7.31][$phobia to "snake"]] {TW} [[It was actually nothing!|7.31][$phobia to "nothing"]] {select this to skip triggering critter}

<<if $gbtowel is "towel">>Picking a partition, you get behind it and find a towel to cover yourself with as you strip down.<<elseif $gbtowel is "none">>Picking a spot, you shed your clothes without much preamble.<<else>>Picking a partition, you get behind it and find a towel to cover yourself with as you strip down.<</if>> Everyone slips into the water one by one, save for Duri, who jumps in and then immediately regrets it, breaching to the surface //howling// about how hot the water is. Rune finds an alcove of stones to lounge in, shedding the towel as soon as $Rheshe is covered by the water. Aster leaves his towel on, looking around at all with a strange expression when he finds a spot clear away. You're surprised when Oswin drops his towel before reaching the water's edge. You expected him to be a little shy about it – especially when Duri whoops at him. But the swordsman ignores the demigod, slowly entering as he adapts to the temperature. A quick glance at Aster surprises you further as he seems to also be watching Oswin unusually close – distracted to the point where he's stopped moving completely. His face is bewildered as he meets your eye for a split second and jerks his head away. Oswin has no clue as he leans his head against a smooth stone with his eyes shut. Finally, with a lot of yipping, Zahn gets into the water as well. You look for your own spot to get in. Space is limited, and everyone is already pretty spread out. You'll sit next to… [[Zahn.|7.GB.3][$gbcompany to "Z"]] [[Duri.|7.GB.3][$gbcompany to "D"]] [[Rune.|7.GB.3][$gbcompany to "R"]] [[Aster.|7.GB.3][$gbcompany to "A"]] *Your bathing buddy need not be romantic, but you will get a chance to flirt. Your companions may bring up nudity and specifics about certain parts during their conversations, none of it is overtly sexual in nature. Oswin is out as he has his own unique moment when romanced (and he's very sleepy right now). You'll get the option to simply take care of business and leave, but there's limited space in this hot spring, so you'll need to choose someone to sit close to. **If you'd prefer company that has the decency to not discuss nudity, Rune will make the best bath-buddy. Otherwise, you can try Aster as the discussion is optional with him.

<<if $gbcompany is "Z">>Zahn's eyes go wide as you approach the side $Zheshe is on and get in. The water is an absolute delight, even if it takes you a moment to adjust. It's hotter than any bath you've probably ever had, even at home. You sink in, <<if $gbtowel is "towel">>making sure your towel is secure<<elseif $gbtowel is "none">>loving the heat against your bare skin<<else>>and once you're submerged, discard the towel<</if>>. You sense all your muscles begin to relax, as if sighing with relief. "Hi, $mc," Zahn whispers. You raise an eyebrow. "Why are you whispering?" $Zcapitalheshe shrugs. "I don't know what you're supposed to do in a hot spring." "I don't think they require silence." You glance at Oswin. "Though it looks like someone's falling asleep." Zahn chuckles. "He's worked really hard. He always does… So, did you want to just bathe on your own, or do you want company?" [[You'd like Zahn's company.|7.GB.Z]] {includes talk about nudity} [[You'd like to bathe on your own.|7.GB.skip]] {skip bath}<<elseif $gbcompany is "D">>Duri has made a point to be the only one to choose the center of the pool. You sink in, <<if $gbtowel is "towel">>making sure your towel is secure<<elseif $gbtowel is "none">>loving the heat against your bare skin<<else>>and once you're submerged, discard the towel<</if>>. You sense all your muscles begin to relax, as if sighing with relief. You drift over to the demigod, who seems quite content, eyes shut, sunk to the $Dhisher neck in the water. When $Dheshe senses you, $Dheshe smiles. "Lambchop, come to see how pretty I am when wet?" You ignore the implication. "I was drawn in by the atmosphere of humility around you," you say dryly. $Dcapitalheshe smiles and peeks one eye open. "Glad somebody finally noticed. So, do you want a buddy to watch over you very carefully to ensure you don't drown, or would you like me to ignore you?" [[Safety first, you'd like a buddy.|7.GB.D]] {includes talk about nudity} [[You'd like to bathe alone.|7.GB.skip]] {skip bath}<<elseif $gbcompany is "R">>Rune looks quite content, but seems to know when you're looking at $Rhimher and nods for you to come closer. You sink in, <<if $gbtowel is "towel">>making sure your towel is secure<<elseif $gbtowel is "none">>loving the heat against your bare skin<<else>>and once you're submerged, discard the towel<</if>>. You sense all your muscles begin to relax, as if sighing with relief. Settling next to Rune, the mage turns to give you $Rhisher attention. "Glad to have you near, $mc." "I didn't want to disturb you if you were trying to relax, but do you mind?' "Not at all. Would you like to chat a bit, or would you like some quiet?" $Rcapitalhisher eyes shift over to Duri and Zahn. "//Relative// quiet…" [[A chat would be nice.|7.GB.R]] [[You'd like to bathe in quiet.|7.GB.skip]] {skip bath}<<else>>You blaze a path to Aster, who has sunk in the water with his towel still wrapped about his hips. He did say earlier that he'd never bathed with others before<<if $gbtowel is "towel">>, and it's nice not to be the only one to keep a towel on<</if>>. He squints his eyes at you when it's clear you're headed towards him. <<if $Astat is 'romantic' or $Astat is 'friends' or $Astat is 'conflicted'>>"What do you want?" "Do you mind if I join you?" He stares at you for a moment. "I don't understand why you'd want to, but far be it from me to tell you no. I don't own this spring…" "But you could ask me to leave and I would…" He shrugs. "Well, I didn't…and I'm not." You sink into the water, <<if $gbtowel is "towel">>making sure your towel is secure<<elseif $gbtowel is "none">>loving the heat against your bare skin<<else>>and once you're submerged, discard the towel<</if>>. You sense all your muscles begin to relax, as if sighing with relief. Aster seems to be watching you with an unusual amount of discomfort… [[Start a conversation.|7.GB.A]] {includes talk about nudity} [[You'd like to bathe in quiet.|7.GB.skip]] {skip bath}<<elseif $Astat is 'neutral'>>"If you're looking for company, $mc, know that I am a poor choice for you." "Well, I don't think so," you say. He shrugs. "Well, I do. I think you ought to find a slightly…warmer area to enjoy, this one is a bit on the cold side." With that, you are unceremoniously dismissed… [[You'll need to find another spot…|7.GB.secondpick]]<<elseif $Astat is 'distrust'>>"If you're looking for company, $mc, know that I am a poor choice for you." "Well, I don't think so," you say. He shrugs. "Well, I do. I think you ought to find a slightly…warmer area to enjoy, this one is a bit on the cold side." With that, you are unceremoniously dismissed… [[You'll need to find another spot…|7.GB.secondpick]]<<elseif $Astat is 'afraid'>>"Aren't you afraid that I'm going to eat you? I don't think this spot is a good pick for you, $mc." "Well, I don't think it's so bad," you say. He shrugs. "Well, I do. I think you ought to find a slightly…warmer area to enjoy, this one is a bit on the cold side." With that, you are unceremoniously dismissed… [[You'll need to find another spot…|7.GB.secondpick]] <</if>><</if>>

Zahn seems excited at the prospect of having a more social bath. "It's a little weird seeing everyone so…naked," $Zheshe says. "I don't mind it, or anything, but none of us have been quite //this// naked together yet. Even on the road, we usually bathe separately." You raise an eyebrow. "Is nudity that exciting for you?" "Not really for me, I just think everyone else is getting really close, so no one minds as much. It's different when it's strangers because you won't really see them again. But when you see someone every day, you care more about if they see you naked." "That's a good point," you muse. "Now that everyone knows about my scars, I don't care if you see me. I'm not that shy. My body has always been little, and it's a little embarrassing sometimes, but it's fine." You also remember $Zhisher scars, and there's a twist in your gut. Zahn is back to being $Zhisher bouncy self. You'd never know that $Zhisher back was gnarled with bad memories. "I can't imagine you being embarrassed about much…" $Zcapitalheshe shrugs. "I like my body for the most part, except my back, I guess, but I don't see that. I think people are pretty for different reasons, though, and sometimes I see someone, and I think '//I wish I had that too//.'" You nod. <<if $Zgen is 'female'>><<if $Rgen is 'female'>>"Like, Rune's tits are so pretty. Mine are cute, I think, but they're not big like that.<<else>>Sometimes I wish my tits were bigger. They're cute, I think, but big ones are fun for different reasons.<</if>><<else>>"Like, I don't think my cock is too bad. Considering how small I am, I'm doing better than some." He laughs, and then lowers his voice. "But did you see Oswin's? If I had that, I'd have to walk hunched over. Even Aster looked impressed, maybe jealous."<</if>> <<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>If the water wasn't so hot, you would probably feel yourself flush.<<else>>Quite the interesting choice for conversation so far...<</if>> "What about you?" Zahn asks. "Do you ever think like that?" [[You don't really think like that.|7.GB.Z.2][$Zchange to "no"]] [[Sometimes you do wish you could change parts of yourself.|7.GB.Z.2][$Zchange to "yes"]]

<<set $GBskip to true>> You have a nice relaxing time in the hot springs and leave feeling both clean and refreshed. With the essentials taken care of, it's time to continue your evening… [[Continue.|7.GB.goodnight]]

You pretend to think for a long moment. "I should probably have a buddy. These waters can be dangerous." "I like the way you think, Lamby," Duri says with a sharp grin. <<if $gbtowel is "towel">>"Though, I disagree a bit with the towel you picked, the ones you can see through are much better." "Do you even know the word privacy?" "Who?" Duri asks, feigning confusion.<<else>>"And I have to say, this is a good look on you." "I'm…naked." You roll your eyes right after the words leave your mouth. "Exactly," $Dheshe says, much too pleased with $Dhimselfherself.<</if>> "I'll be good, I swear it. Besides, I wouldn't want Oswin to cut me down with that big sword he's swinging around…" You snort and cover your mouth, glancing at the man in question. He doesn't open his eyes, but you note how his brow furrows in clear annoyance. That seems to only incite Duri. <<if $Dgen is 'female'>>"I've seen some snakes in my day, but it's definitely top…hm, ten."<<else>>"I know mine is decent, but that – that's practically a work of art."<</if>> Oswin cracks one eye open in a glare before closing it and trying to ignore $Dhimher again. Rune flings a bar of soap, but Duri snatches it out of the air before it hits. "Why are you even looking, Duri'naan?" "It was hard not to notice! Besides, you don't have to intentionally look to see things; I just took in the whole…package. It's just other bits of skin; no one here has anything they need to be shy about." Duri shrugs, brow skewed in what appears to be genuine confusion. You shake your head. "You're really //that// open?" "Yeah, people are pretty. Even ASS-ter." The scholar sighs. Duri grins mischievously and winks at you. "Don't think I didn't notice you checking out Oswin too…" "I did no such thing!" Aster insists a bit too quickly. "Face it, I know that look – you were comparing. Am I right about you? Do you have pecker-envy?" <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>"Alright, Duri'naan, that's probably enough,<<else>>"As much as I love watching you irritate everyone, the water can only get so hot before we all cook,<</if>>" you say. "Remember that not everyone feels as…liberated as you." The demigod scratches $Dhisher head. "Yeah…sorry. Sorry everyone! I got a little over excited, this is fun for me.” $flirt_label [[To add to the fun, you offer to wash Duri's hair.|7.GB.D2][$gbdwash to "yes"]] [[As a distraction, you chat with Duri.|7.GB.D2]]

"I don't mind a chat," you say. "Terrific," Rune replies, turning toward you. "I was hoping to ask you how you were holding up." You take a breath, enjoying the steam. "Sometimes I'm okay, other times things are pretty heavy on my mind. I keep thinking about my fathers and wondering how they're doing. I hate that I have no way of checking on them easily." Rune nods and levels you with a soft look. "I've been thinking about them often. They are hardy people, though, so I am sure they are fine. I can offer a way to check on them, but it can take some time." "Really?" "Yes, it's a trick that I am, unfortunately, not adept at. I think it would be better if we waited until we finish at the Fields, so I can focus better. Magic can be used to transmit short messages, sometimes even images. It's most effective between mages or witches. Some have managed to use birds and insects as… let's call them hosts for such things. If I focus hard enough for long enough, I may be able to see an image of them." "Can you teach me how?" Rune chuckles. "Oh, I would try, but this sort of magic isn't my strength. My focus is very immediate and internal, so the distance is difficult to maintain. Oswin's sisters may be able to coach you on that better than I." The prospect is about as enticing as it is intimidating. You set about your baths, chatting here and there. Rune starts with $Rhisher hair first, applying drops of oil throughout and letting it settle while $Rheshe scrubs up. You spot a clay pot stained with purple along the edges, along with a few other tinctures that Rune has lined up on the stones behind $Rhimher. $flirt_label [[Offer help doing Rune's hair.|7.GB.R.2][$gbrhair to "yes"]] [[Continue your bath.|7.GB.R.2][$gbrhair to "no"]]

As you rest and enjoy the heat, you notice that Aster seems to be moving farther away from you, very gradually. You raise an eyebrow as you watch him. "Should I leave?" you ask. "Why?" he replies much too quickly. "You seem uncomfortable." "I'm as comfortable as one can be while sitting on rocks…" He folds his arms and leans back. "You have every right to be as //uncomfortable// here as anywhere else," he trails off. You start bathing just so you can do something while chatting with him. "I did want to spend time with //you// specifically. I'd like to be friends," you offer. His eyes dart away from you as he begins to also busy himself with his soap and rag. "We don't need to be friends," he says quietly. "I'm perfectly fine without company, and you are perfectly fine in the company of others." "Are you shy about everyone being here?" Aster doesn't strike you as the shy type, but he did seem apprehensive about taking a bath with everyone. "It's strange," he says, staring at his soap and rag like it will begin to scrub him if he glowers hard enough. You think for a moment. "Well, I know you grew up wealthy, but you told me that you had siblings when we were on the road. Even as children, were you not bathed together?" He seems to think for a long moment. "I suppose it's possible." You raise an eyebrow and stare at him. He rolls his eyes. "I don't…I don't readily remember facets of childhood. It would be a waste, there's so much more information out there that's of more value." That seems sad to you. Even if your childhood had many moments of bleakness, there was light and laughter too. "Well, what do your siblings do with you now? Are they scholars too?" "My sister is," he says with the bare hint of a smile, before clearing his throat and turning his back to you while he begins to wash. //Sister//. Perhaps the rest are siblings and brothers? It's hard to imagine Aster with a sister, but he looked unusually affectionate just for a moment. Taking a cue from the man, you also begin washing. After some time, the quiet feels a little stagnant… [[You're curious why Aster was so captivated by Oswin earlier.|7.GB.A.2a]] [[You're curious about Aster's magic.|7.GB.A.2b]]

*Your relationship with Aster is not good enough for him to let you near right now. You look for a different spot to get in. You'll sit next to… [[Zahn.|7.GB.3][$gbcompany to "Z"]] [[Duri.|7.GB.3][$gbcompany to "D"]] [[Rune.|7.GB.3][$gbcompany to "R"]]

<<if $Zchange is "yes">>You nod. "Yeah, sometimes there are things I'd like to change, too. It's hard not to compare myself to others. I'm sure it's natural to an extent, too. Especially since, like you said, if you appreciate something about someone."<<else>>You shake your head. "I don't really think of it that much, but I can understand where you're coming from."<</if>> As you both continue your baths, you chat about mostly mundane things. <<if $Zforgive is true>>Zahn seems almost rejuvenated, bright and sunny like usual, but also lighter. $Zcapitalhisher smile has always been bright, but there's something else to it now. There's a weight off $Zhisher shoulders.<<else>>Zahn looks at you over and over, smiling when you smile and laughing when you laugh. There's a brightness in $Zhisher eyes, but it's one you recognize – one that desires approval. Still, $Zheshe acts lighter, as if hope has returned.<</if>> $flirt_label [[You decide to offer to wash Zahn's hair.|7.GB.Z.3][$gbzhair to "yes"]] [[You continue your bath.|7.GB.Z.3][$gbzhair to "no"]]

<<if $gbzhair is "yes">>"Want me to wash your hair?" you ask. Zahn seems to nearly startle. "//Really?//" $Zheshe asks. You nod. "I'd like that," $Zheshe says softly. You grab soap, and Zahn turns to put you at $Zhisher back. After taking a moment to untangle a couple more unruly waves, you run the soap through $Zhisher blond hair. Thankfully, the soap is blessedly gentle, allowing you to comb through each wave and untangle them gently. You work through and clean $Zhisher hair before you light your fingertips on $Zhisher scalp and begin to massage. Zahn groans, and $Zhisher posture slackens at the sensation. $Zcapitalhisher arms drop at $Zhisher sides as delighted little groans escape $Zhisher throat. The positive reaction only serves to goad you into doing more, so you work your fingers around to the base of $Zhisher neck, making Zahn bend back toward you, chasing the pressure from your touch. With Zahn becoming putty in your hands, you decide to ask how $Zheshe is really doing. You imagine that having one's entire life turned into a lie would be hard. "So, I was wondering," you start. "How have you been doing since we talked after your //confession//? I know it wasn't easy, <<if $Zforgive is true>>and we've put the stuff between us to rest,<<else>> and I'm still digesting all of it,<</if>> but I've been concerned about you." $Zcapitalheshe takes a deep, long breath. "Some things are hard, and others are weird. The church is all I've really known for so long, and I keep remembering both good and bad things that I'm turning away from. It's mostly just scary to reset how I think, but it's also freeing. And I won't hide that sometimes my mind tells me it's easier to just go back – but I would never change my mind about you – to be clear. But sometimes, it whispers to me that it would be easier just to go back, accept my punishment for failure, and be done because at least I know what to expect." You hum. "That makes sense. It's been your whole life…" "You know what, though?" "What?" "I feel like good things are about to happen. Not just for me. There's something big coming, and it's going to be good for all of us. That's my hope anyway." You smile as you curl a strand of $Zhisher hair around your finger. "Am I good to rinse?" $Zheshe asks. "Yeah…" Zahn dunks under the water, and you see a flurry of movement as $Zheshe removes the soap from $Zhisher hair and then comes back up. $Zcapitalheshe wipes the water from $Zhisherface. "Yup, it's still hot," $Zheshe says with a chuckle. $flirt_label [[You smile because your heart is much warmer than the water.|7.GB.Z.4][$gbzflirt to "smile"]] $flirt_label [[You peck a sneaky kiss on Zahn's shoulder.|7.GB.Z.4][$gbzflirt to "kiss"]] $flirt_label $flirt_label [[Zahn's cute butt needs a little pinch…|7.GB.Z.4][$gbzflirt to "butt"]]<<else>>As you wash up, you and Zahn continue your chat, pausing only when you manage to get soap in one eye. After you manage to clear your vision, you decide to ask how $Zheshe is really doing. You imagine that having one's entire life turned into a lie would be hard. "So, I was wondering," you start. "How have you been doing since we talked after your //confession//? I know it wasn't easy, <<if $Zforgive is true>>and we've put the stuff between us to rest,<<else>> and I'm still digesting all of it,<</if>> but I've been concerned about you." $Zcapitalheshe takes a deep, long breath, pausing with hands tangled with soap in $Zhisher hair. "Some things are hard, and others are weird. The church is all I've really known for so long, and I keep remembering both good and bad things that I'm turning away from. It's mostly just scary to reset how I think, but it's also freeing. And I won't hide that sometimes my mind tells me it's easier to just go back – but I would never change my mind about you – to be clear. But sometimes, it whispers to me that it would be easier just to go back, accept my punishment for failure, and be done because at least I know what to expect." You hum. "That makes sense. It's been your whole life…" "You know what, though?" "What?" "I feel like good things are about to happen. Not just for me. There's something big coming and it's going to be good for all of us. That's my hope anyway." You smile as you finish your own scrub. "I'm going to rinse, wish me luck," $Zheshe says, and then ducks under the water. You shake your head as you do the same, without the sudden dip. There's a flurry of movement as $Zheshe removes the soap from $Zhisher's hair, then comes back up. $Zcapitalheshe wipes the water from $Zhisherface. "Yup, it's still hot," $Zheshe says with a chuckle, face extra pink. [[You wrap up your bath…|7.GB.Z.4]] $flirt_label [[You smile because your heart is much warmer than the water.|7.GB.Z.4][$gbzflirt to "smile"]] $flirt_label [[You peck a sneaky kiss on Zahn's shoulder.|7.GB.Z.4][$gbzflirt to "kiss"]] $flirt_label $flirt_label [[Zahn's cute butt needs a little pinch…|7.GB.Z.4][$gbzflirt to "butt"]]<</if>>

<<if $gbzflirt is "smile">>You find yourself just smiling. There's a lightness when you're with $Zhimher that you don't think anyone else can bring. $Zcapitalheshe smiles back at you, face going even more red when $Zheshe realizes you're smiling at $Zhimher.<<elseif $gbzflirt is "kiss">>You're reaching to plant your kiss before you even realize it, as if it's the most natural thing in the world. Zahn squeaks as your lips gently touch $Zhisher shoulder. There's a big grin on $Zhisher face when as you pull away, the cute little gap in $Zhisher teeth on full display.<<elseif $gbzflirt is "butt">>One of the things you adore about $Zhimher is $Zhisher playfulness and openness, and you find yourself caught up with similar ideas. You find yourself looking down at where Zahn's rear would be, only to get caught. Zahn raises one eyebrow at you, realizing what you must be thinking. "Go on then…" $Zcapitalheshe says quietly, eyes narrowing in challenge. You take the invite and give one of the cute round globes a pinch. With a laugh, Zahn shifts slightly. "The other one will get jealous…" You join in the laughter as you reach for the other one. <<else>>You get a rush of contentment. You've had a nice, relaxing bath in good company. At least for one day, you've been able to keep the mountain of worries at bay.<</if>> Zahn is still the same goofy, sweet person you met. Someone who has lived under such dark shadows but still manages to shine brightly. $Zcapitalheshe has the sort of light that makes you feel that things won't be so bleak for you after all. [[You catch the former cultist sneaking you sweet looks throughout the rest of your bath.|7.GB.goodnight]]

<<if $gbdwash is "yes">>"Well, how about I wash your hair then? Will that help you settle a bit?" If $Dhisher tail was out, $Dheshe'd be wagging it. Duri's eyes go wide, and you get an enthusiastic nod. $Dcapitalheshe wastes no time in handing you the soap and turning so you can get to $Dhisher long hair. You comb through the strands with your fingers first, finding a few tangles that need to be gently pulled loose before you run the soap through them. Duri groans and leans closer as you scrub and massage $Dhisher scalp. You're pretty sure you hear your name mumbled a time or two. You wash well beyond what is needed, but you don't think $Dheshe minds. Guiding Duri to kneel and tip back, you also help rinse the suds away. When $Dheshe stands back up, $Dheshe turns and gives you a soft look. After staring in your eyes for a long moment, $Dhisher eyes go a bit sad. "Sometimes, when I'm with you…" $Dheshe starts quietly. "It sort of feels like I'm back home. Like how it used to be when things were simpler." $Dcapitalheshe raises a hand and gently swipes it along the side of your face. "You have soap on your face." You smile, seeing nothing come away with Duri's hand. "Now, if I pop my tail out, will you wash it too?" $Dheshe asks with a beaming smile. Oswin grumbles without even opening his eyes. "No fur in the spring, I already told you." Duri shrugs and pouts. The two of you continue your baths, which is mostly just relaxing in each other's company at this point. You start to remember how sick Duri became after fighting the demons and find yourself glad that $Dheshe is better, though you worry about it happening again. "Duri," you prompt. "How have you been with everything? You've seemed normal, but you went through a lot for my family, the demons made you sick, and you seemed pretty upset when Zahn confessed…We've taken you a long way from home, too, and you're not exactly getting much out of this." The demigod waves a hand at you, accidentally flicking water in your face. "Nah, I'm fine. Nothing bothers me for long. I like being here, I like you, I like…I think I like helping too." $Dcapitalheshe shrugs. "My uncle tried to get me to do things. I don't know if he meant like this, but he said that seeing the world and meeting people would bring me…. What was it? I don't remember exactly – joy, happiness – shit like that. Guess he was right." You raise an eyebrow. "You never left the shrine ever?" "Not really, just went to Codrin. I…I thought I liked being on my own." $Dcapitalheshe bites $Dhisher lip. "Anyway, this is more interesting. I'll go back home when…when I get bored or something." You smile and… [[Say how much you enjoy being around Duri.|7.GN.D2][$gbdflirt to "say"]] $flirt_label [[Run your hand gently along Duri's spine.|7.GN.D2][$gbdflirt to "touch"]]<<else>>As you wash up, you and Duri continue your chat, pausing only when you manage to get soap in one eye, and the demigod finds it hilarious until $Dheshe meets the same fate. Though it stings you both, you find yourselves laughing about it as the others stare, perplexed. When $Dheshe is able to open $Dhisher eye again, $Dheshe gives you a soft look and a cheeky smile. After looking in your eyes for a long moment, $Dhisher eyes go a bit softer. "Sometimes, when I'm with you…" $Dheshe starts quietly. "It sort of feels like I'm back home. Like how it used to be when things were simpler, more fun." You smile at the unexpected whistfulness. "Now, should I pop my tail out and give it a wash too?" $Dheshe asks with a beaming smile. Oswin grumbles without even opening his eyes. "No fur in the spring, I already told you." Duri shrugs and pouts. The two of you continue your baths, which is mostly just relaxing in each other's company at this point. You start to remember how sick Duri became after fighting the demons and find yourself glad that $Dheshe is better, though you worry about it happening again. "Duri," you prompt. "How have you been with everything? You've seemed normal, but you went through a lot for my family, the demons made you sick, and you seemed pretty upset when Zahn confessed…We've taken you a long way from home, too, and you're not exactly getting much out of this." The demigod waves a hand at you, accidentally flicking water in your face. "Nah, I'm fine. Nothing bothers me for long. I like being here, I like you, I like…I think I like helping too." $Dcapitalheshe shrugs. "My uncle tried to get me to do things. I don't know if he meant like this, but he said that seeing the world and meeting people would bring me…. What was it? I don't remember exactly – joy, happiness – shit like that. Guess he was right." You raise an eyebrow. "You never left the shrine ever?" "Not really, just went to Codrin. I…I thought I liked being on my own." $Dcapitalheshe bites $Dhisher lip. "Anyway, this is more interesting. I'll go back home when…when I get bored or something." You smile and… [[Say how much you enjoy being around Duri.|7.GN.D2][$gbdflirt to "say"]] $flirt_label [[Run your hand affectionately along Duri's spine.|7.GN.D2][$gbdflirt to "touch"]] <</if>>

<<if $gbdflirt is "touch">>With a subtle shift of your body, you rest the tips of your fingers close to where you know Duri's tail normally is. The reaction is instant, a shiver going up $Dhisher spine. You rub the spot softly under the water before gradually trailing up $Dhisher back, enjoying the way $Dhisher muscles quiver and flex with every motion. Duri hums in delight and turns to give you a smirk as you glide your hand all the way back down. "Cheeky lamb," $Dheshe mutters. "Just remember when I get my revenge that you started it…" You grin back, silently looking forward to it.<<else>>"You know…" You begin to say, and then pause. Duri's interest peaks, and $Dheshe gives you $Dhisher full attention with a tilt of $Dhisher head and a grin. You smile back, thinking about how you've enjoyed this small moment with them today. "I'm really glad you're around. I just enjoy being around you in general, but this has been really nice." The grin slowly drops from Duri's lips for a moment before Duri turns away with a laugh that doesn't sound terribly natural. "What a sentimental lamb you are. Very cute. I would say you've charmed the pants off of me, but I'm not wearing any, and I never do, so…" "I mean it," you say softly. "I'm glad you're here with us." Duri clears $Dhisher throat and simply nods at you.<</if>> You're happy to have met Duri on this journey, even if it was completely unexpected. Seeing how $Dhisher attitude has shifted and revealed more and more of $Dhimher has brought you a lot of warmth. Maybe one day the demigod will see what you see when you look at $Dhimher. [[You keep catching the demigod looking at you softly during the remainder of your time at the springs.|7.GB.goodnight]]

Once you've dried off and dressed, you all wander back to the inn for a meal. The tavern is still quite lively, and the meal is just as delicious as the last one. Keeper Amala even smiles at you. The conversation is light and lively around the table. It doesn't take long before Oswin is about to fall asleep in his plate and Rune insists that he go up to the room. The others remain, sipping drinks as they chat. <<if $hookupchoice is "Joarr">>After you've had a good amount of time for your meal to settle, you begin to feel a predatory stare aimed right at you. You turn in your seat to find Jóarr in the same seat at the bar he was at earlier. He waves and grins. You wave back. It's about that time… $flirt_label $flirt_label [[You'll go spend the night with Jóarr.|7.HJ1]] [[You've changed your mind.|7.Hcancel]]<<elseif $hookupchoice is "Bryn">>After you've had a good amount of time for your meal to settle, you begin to feel a predatory stare aimed right at you. You turn in your seat to find Bryn in the same seat at the bar she was at earlier. She waves and grins. You wave back. It's about that time… $flirt_label $flirt_label [[You'll go spend the night with Bryn.|7.HB1]] [[You've changed your mind.|7.Hcancel]]<<else>>Everyone seems to get progressively more tired until they surrender. You all file into the room, entering quietly since Oswin is likely already asleep. Sure enough, you find him tucked into one of the beds, completely out. He doesn't stir a bit when you enter. Duri stands in the middle of the room with $Dhisher hands on $Dhisher hips while everyone else prepares for bed. "What are you doing, Duri?" you ask. The demigod scratches $Dhisher head. "I don't know why I came up here with you guys. I'm going out." You stifle a chuckle. "You don't have to sleep outside." $Dcapitalheshe shrugs. "I want to. This place isn't so bad, but there's still a lot of noises and smells. I'm going to run for a while and find a place to curl up. Plus, that means you can split the beds easier." You nod. "True." Rune comes over to you. "Zahn and I are fine with any arrangement. Who would you prefer to share with?" "Other than me," Aster adds as he flops on the couch. Duri scuttles out of the window with a wave. [[You'll bunk with Oswin.|7.30][$bunkbud to "Oswin"]] [[You'll share with Zahn.|7.30][$bunkbud to "Zahn"]] [[You'll share with Rune.|7.30][$bunkbud to "Rune"]] <</if>>

<<if $gbrhair is "yes">>"I can help with your hair if you'd like. Are you putting more of that dye in?" Rune smiles brightly and nods. "I would love that. <<if $hairtexture is "tightly curled" or $hairtexture is "frizzy">>And I would be happy to share my supplies. I make most of my own products. I didn't want to pass up the chance to use this steam, even if we're going to be on the road for a while.<<else>>I'll guide you on how I like mine done. It would be a great to have a hand in getting all these coils untangled.<</if>>" "Absolutely," you chirp, ready to get to work. You get to work with Rune, sectioning $Rhisher thick hair and using your fingers to work out the knots. The oil that $Rheshe applied works wonders, and the tight curls are pliant and agreeable for the most part. "Once it's washed, <<if $hairtexture is "tightly curled" or $hairtexture is "frizzy">>I have a wonderful cream to keep it healthy. I would encourage you to try some; I've made many things, but it is one I am most proud of. Then, if you would help me place the dye in the white spots, all I'll need to do is let the steam help it soak in and then rinse it off."<<else>>I have a special salve to put in it, and then if you would help me get the dye over the white spots, that will help immensely."<</if>> <<if $hairtexture is "tightly curled" or $hairtexture is "frizzy">>"I'll gladly try your things. You remind me a bit of my da. He struggled with my hair when I was a kid. It was so different from what his and Papa's is like that he didn't know what to do. He kept treating it like his until my grandmother about smacked him. He worked really hard and asked around to help find things that worked with my hair. Most of the stuff I use, he still makes for me." Thinking about your parents brings a smile to your face. "That's terribly sweet that he kept trying. Both of your fathers have surprised me with how keen they are to reach an understanding of things that they don't know. Many do not do that. I had a lover once who would sooner ridicule how I did my hair than help me with it. So, I appreciate this gesture immensely." <<else>>You diligently work through Rune's hair as $Rheshe guides you step by step. $Rcapitalheshe seems elated to have someone helping $Rhimher. "I don't recall the last time someone pampered me in such a way, $mc." That gives you pause, recalling that $Rheshe comes from wealth. "Oh…erm, perhaps I should say 'pampered me out of the goodness of heart,'" Rune amends with a chuckle. "I…. Well, a lover I had once didn't like to do such things, but not for a dislike of touching or anything of that nature. My hair, in particular, was different and more a subject of annoyance. So, I appreciate you being so diligent and assisting me."<</if>> You wrinkle your nose. "They're stupid. Plain and simple." Rune nods. "I figured out much too late that those little //quirks// were signs that I wasn't actually…wasn't truly loved." Your heart sinks. "That's cruel. I hope you didn't have much of your time wasted on them." With a deep breath, $Rhisher purple eyes focus on you. "Old news, I'm much better off now..." $flirt_label [[You take a moment to entwine your fingers with Rune's under the water.|7.GB.R.3][$gbrflirt to "yes"]] [[You give Rune a kind smile and continue the bath.|7.GB.R.3][$gbrflirt to "no"]]<<else>>You continue to clean up side by side and enjoy the heat of the spring. You watch as Rune artfully does their hair, applying products, letting them sit, and then rinsing. They ask for your eyes to help guide them in finding the bits of white that are appearing on the purple strands. It takes a lot of trial and error and some crazed laughter when Rune struggles to follow your directions, but eventually, you both succeed. The mage continues to smile. "This is great fun, you know. I appreciate that you kept me company." "Were you a bit lonely perhaps?" you ask. "Maybe not lonely, but the one-on-one attention is nice. It's been ages since I shared a bath with anyone. Just being together, doing something routine, is more enjoyable with a friend." Thinking for a minute, remembering Rune's background, you decide to ask, "Do nobles not like to do things like this together?" $Rcapitalheshe shrugs. "Some do. Many that I was…subjected to did not. I…. I had a lover once who thought my desire for such closeness was //unnecessary//. It was a subject of ridicule even." "Sounds like a fool to me," you practically snarl. That brings a smile to Rune's lips. "I figured out much too late that those little //quirks// were signs that I wasn't actually…wasn't truly loved. I am much better off now." $flirt_label [[You take a moment to entwine your fingers with Rune's under the water.|7.GB.R.3][$gbrflirt to "yes"]] [[You give Rune a kind smile and continue the bath.|7.GB.R.3][$gbrflirt to "no"]] <</if>>

<<if $gbrflirt is "yes">>Your hand glides through the water and lightly rubs the back of Rune's hand, requesting permission. $Rcapitalhisher eyes go wide, and $Rhisher lips part as $Rheshe looks at you. With a shy smile, $Rheshe accepts your request and laces $Rhisher fingers with yours. A new sort of relaxation falls over Rune. $Rcapitalheshe leans closer to you, but keeps $Rhisher gaze fixed on the water. Could it be that you've made Rundis Lyreheart feel a bit shy? The two of you continue your bath, gently holding each other's hands.<<else>>You relax in the tranquility of the pool and each other's company as you finish your bath.<</if>> After a bit, you notice the mage's brow furrowed as $Rheshe stares absently at the sky. For a moment, you had almost forgotten that you were still technically outside. "Are you okay?" you ask. Rune seems to jolt from thought. "Oh, yes, I was just replaying some things in my mind. This has easily been the most interesting season of my life." $Rcapitalheshe chuckles. "I'm sure it's been one of your hardest, though, I don't mean to make light of that. <<if $Zforgive is true>>I'm so pleased you had it within your heart to forgive Zahn so readily, despite how much hardship you've been put through.<<else>>I hope that one day you'll be able to put Zahn's betrayal behind you. It's not my place to tell you how to feel, but I would encourage you to settle your feelings about it one way or another.<</if>>" You nod. "It's been…a lot. Sometimes it's hard to imagine life going back to any semblance of normal after this." "Just remember that you are not without support," Rune says, looking at you with intensity in $Rhisher eyes. "Things may get harder for a while, the road may be rough, but I believe to the bottom of my soul that we will work this out. I will be at your side the entire way."<<if $gbrflirt is "yes">> $Rcapitalheshe squeezes your hand firmly. <</if>> "No matter what." The dedication is firm in $Rhisher voice. Rune's kindness surpasses that of many you have known. There's nothing holding $Rhimher to you. $Rcapitalheshe could leave at any time and decide that you're on your own. But, $Rheshe doesn't. $Rcapitalheshe sees a person that $Rheshe can help, so $Rheshe helps. Simple as that. [[It makes you feel that your path really will lead you somewhere safe.|7.GB.goodnight]]

<<set $gbaoswin to true>> "So," you begin. "Why did Oswin have you so distracted earlier?" You hear a choking noise and then the plunk of Aster's soap hitting the water and disappearing. He grumbles as he begins to search around for it, but you feel it land against your feet and pick it up. As you hold it out to him, he looks at your hand like it may bite him if he reaches for it. "I'm just curious," you say. "You don't seem to like each other, so I was surprised." You lower your voice. "<<if $Astat is 'romantic'>>You don't…you don't by chance have a flame for him, do you?" You hope the motivation for asking doesn't bleed through in your tone.<<elseif $Astat is 'conflicted'>>You don't…you don't by chance have a flame for him, do you?" You hope the motivation for asking doesn't bleed through in your tone.<<else>>"Perhaps he's lit a fire in your breeches?" You smirk.<</if>> Aster snatches his soap. "I would sooner light myself on fire and jump onto a pyre. It's nothing to do with //that//." You hold his stare. With a heavy sigh, he rolls his eyes and gets closer to you. In a soft voice, he answers you. "I was a little surprised that such a…//delicate// sort would have…" He motions with his hands. "Anything to be that proud of. It was difficult not to take notice." "Jealous?" you can't help but ask. He glowers – an expression ironically much like Oswin's. "Not in the slightest. Not all of us show off quite so dramatically, but we rise to the occasion and have plenty to be proud of…" You stare blankly at him. He tsks. "Why are we even…I'm not talking to you about this." <<if $gbamagic is true>>$flirt_label [[You decide to offer to wash Aster's hair.|7.GB.A.3]] [[You let the conversation settle and finish your bath.|7.GB.A.4]]<<else>>[[You're curious about Aster's magic.|7.GB.A.2b]]<</if>>

<<set $gbamagic to true>> "Well…how would you feel about telling me how your magic works?" He rings his rag in his hands, watching the suds escape intently. "There isn't much to tell." "You told me that I absorbed a lot of power, which means you have a lot, but no one seemed to sense that you had any magic at all." With a shrug, he says, "I just have an unusual relationship to magic." After a long moment of silence, he adds, "I seek to understand it too. My family is…unusual with magic in general. I'm- I'm a failed prodigy. Access to enormous power, but little control. There. Happy?" You nod. "Nothing to be ashamed of, look at me, I have a curse or an artifact that absorbs magic and tries to kill me." "It is in the eyes of my family. Sure, if I need some enormous display, I appear magnificent. But guiding it feels nearly impossible. My potential was incredible as a child and then-" He stops, sighs, and looks up to the sky. "How do you do that?" he asks. "Do what?" "Make me chat like a gossipy old bat…" You grin. To your surprise – he grins back. The smile soon fades, and then he begins to look down at his palm as if he's deep in thought. <<if $gbaoswin is true>>$flirt_label [[You decide to offer to wash Aster's hair.|7.GB.A.3]] [[You let the conversation settle and finish your bath.|7.GB.A.4]]<<else>>[[You're curious why Aster was so captivated by Oswin earlier.|7.GB.A.2a]]<</if>>

<<set $GBAwash to true>> "How about this?" you offer. "Since you've never bathed with anyone before, you probably don't know how nice it feels to have someone wash your hair for you." He looks at you as if you've sprouted wings and horns. "Why would I need you to do such a thing?" "Because it's nice? It feels good. I want you to experience it." "It seems wholly unnecessary." The way his eyes roam to your hands gives him away. "So what?" you ask. "Why do nice things need to be necessary? If you don't like touch, that's fine, but I have a feeling that's not the case here." "Sure," he huffs. "Prove your point then, Northbreaker." Aster kneels with his back to you. He's tall enough to still stick out of the water plenty. You grab soap and run your hands through his hair. In the lantern light, it's harder to see the reds, but it is tremendously soft to the touch. You enjoy it for a moment before slowly washing it, making sure to massage his scalp with your nails and fingertips. As you work along the back of his head and down to his neck, you hear a groan and feel him go a bit slack. He tips his head toward you more and more the longer you massage. "Stars above," he whispers so quietly that you almost don't hear. With a triumphant smile, you continue until he's nearly fully tipped back. You admire his long eyelashes while you look down on his face. As you study his square jaw and chin, you get the urge to touch and see if they feel as strong as they look. Then, his eyes open – two dark abysses ready to pull you in. You're caught in his stare as he is captured by yours. Your hands move automatically, gliding along his neck until they reach his chin. You lather up his short beard as you smile down at him, and you find that his jaw feels every bit as nice as it looks. At this point, he's drifted so much toward you that he's resting against your chest. You see him swallow, the apple of his throat bobbing noticeably. Aster moves away from you, seeming unsure as he rinses his hair and beard. "Thank you," he murmurs. [[You let the moment settle and finish your bath.|7.GB.A.4]]

Your bath buddy grows quieter, seeming lost in thought as you both finish up, then conclude your time simply enjoying the heat. After a while, the others begin to get out of the spring to dry off and put clothes on, and you know that you'll probably need to follow suit. When you turn to tell Aster, you find him looking at you already. He gives you a weak smile and starts to speak a few times, but stops before heaving a sigh. <<if $Astat is 'romantic'>>"This…this whatever-it-is stops here, Pet. We have an arrangement. Once that's complete, there's nothing more. Protect your heart from me."<<elseif $Astat is 'conflicted'>>"This…this whatever-it-is stops here, Pet. We have an arrangement. Once that's complete, there's nothing more. Protect your heart from me."<<else>>"Your friendship is wasted on me. Once our deal is complete, there's nothing else to be had. Protect yourself from me."<</if>> He steps out of the hot spring without sparing you a glance as he begins to walk away. "What if I don't want to?" you ask suddenly, a firmness in your tone that even surprises you. He stops, turning his head slightly, dripping wet from his hair down to his sopping towel. "Then that is your mistake to make." [[The water suddenly feels much colder…|7.GB.goodnight]]

<<set $Ch7companion to "Joarr">> To guide your experience with Joarr, please confirm $mc's bits/genitals. Currently, on your upper torso are: $chest * Options: scars, pecs, breasts *If one of the options does not show, you will need to set your variables Currently, your lower extremity is biologically ascribed to: $vpn * Options: male, female, neither (intersex/ambiguous) * If one of the options does not show, you will need to set your variables [[Click here if current options are correct.|7.HJ2]] [[Click here if current options are incorrect or if you'd like to select new ones.|7.HJsetup]]

You approach <<if $hookupchoice is "Joarr">>Joarr<<else>>Bryn<</if>> and give a sincere apology that you have changed your mind. <<if $hookupchoice is "Joarr">>He <<else>>She<</if>> understands and wishes you the best, but asks that you not tell <<if $hookupchoice is "Joarr">>his sister<<else>>her brother<</if>> so the room is still <<if $hookupchoice is "Joarr">>all his<<else>>all hers<</if>> for the night. You promise to keep it a secret and head upstairs with your companions. You all file into the room, entering quietly since Oswin is likely already asleep. Sure enough, you find him tucked into one of the beds, completely out. He doesn't stir a bit when you enter. Duri stands in the middle of the room with $Dhisher hands on $Dhisher hips while everyone else prepares for bed. "What are you doing, Duri?" you ask. The demigod scratches $Dhisher head. "I don't know why I came up here with you guys. I'm going out." You stifle a chuckle. "You don't have to sleep outside." $Dcapitalheshe shrugs. "I want to. This place isn't so bad, but there's still a lot of noises and smells. I'm going to run for a while and find a place to curl up. Plus, that means you can split the beds easier." You nod. "True." Rune comes over to you. "Zahn and I are fine with any arrangement. Who would you prefer to share with?" "Other than me," Aster adds as he flops on the couch. Duri scuttles out of the window with a wave. [[You'll bunk with Oswin.|7.30][$bunkbud to "Oswin"]] [[You'll share with Zahn.|7.30][$bunkbud to "Zahn"]] [[You'll share with Rune.|7.30][$bunkbud to "Rune"]]

<<set $Ch7companion to "Bryn">> The following might be relevant to your moment with Bryn: Has $mc every had their butt played with in a sexual setting? <<listbox "$buttstuff" autoselect>> <<option "no">> <<option "yes">> <</listbox>> *This is merely for flavortext for $mc's reactions. To guide your experience with Bryn, please also confirm $mc's bits/genitals. Currently, on your upper torso are: $chest * Options: scars, pecs, breasts *If one of the options does not show, you will need to set your variables Currently, your lower extremity is biologically ascribed to: $vpn * Options: male, female, neither (intersex/ambiguous) * If one of the options does not show, you will need to set your variables [[Click here if current options are correct.|7.HB2]] [[Click here if current options are incorrect or if you'd like to select new ones.|7.HBsetup]]

The large man approaches your table after understanding the meaning of your silent stare. He has a large smile on his face as he folds his arms on the back of your chair and leans over you, making you lean over and look up at him. "Ready to go, little <<if $bodytype is 'broad and sturdy'>>bear<<elseif $bodytype is 'athletic and agile'>>wildcat<<elseif $bodytype is 'curvy'>>dove<<elseif $bodytype is 'toned and lean'>>fox<<elseif $bodytype is 'slender'>>mink<<elseif $bodytype is 'voluptuous'>>snowcat<</if>>?" <<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>Your face fills with heat that travels up to your ears. With a nod, you give Jóarr a shy smile, which he seems to //really// like.<<else>>You give Jóarr a coy smile. "You tell me. Do I look ready?"<</if>> He chuckles. "Oh yeah, you're definitely ready…" You glance at the others around the table. <<if $Zstat5 is 'romantic'>>Zahn mouths the words 'be careful' to you and grins.<<else>>Zahn grins and mouths the words 'have fun' to you.<</if>> <<if $Rstat is 'romantic'>>"Be well, $mc," Rune says, and then looks to your partner for the night. "Know that I'm confident that $mc can handle $himselfherself, but also remember that $heshe <<if $pronouns is "they">>have<<else>>has<</if>> a room full of friends close by, who all have a very low tolerance for poor behavior."<<else>>"Have fun," Rune says, and then looks to your partner for the night. "Remember that we are all close by."<</if>> <<if $Astat is 'romantic'>>Aster stares very intently into his cup of ale, but your eyes meet briefly and you note how he works his jaw.<<elseif $Astat is 'conflicted'>>Aster stares very intently into his cup of ale, but your eyes meet briefly and you note how he works his jaw.<<else>>Aster sighs. "We'll place some bets on if you can walk come morning…" He chuckles.<</if>> When you stand to leave, Jóarr's big hand on your back, <<if $Dstat is 'romantic'>>you note that Duri moves suddenly and stands, staring intently at your partner. "Cross any lines with $mc, and I will cut your balls off and feed them to the wolves." "Noted," Jóarr replies, seeming surprisingly unoffended. "You don't need to worry."<<else>>when Duri begins to snicker. "Looks like $mc will be riding in the wagon tomorrow," $Dheshe muses." You narrow your eyes at the demigod.<</if>> Jóarr leads you upstairs to the wing opposite the room you rented. Once the door is shut, he makes a point to show you that he won't be locking it and then leans on the wall with a big smile on his face. "So…I'm not one to pander or chat before. We know what we want, so there's no need to feel like we need to ease into anything." You nod. It does make sense. He brings a hand to the side of your face and looks at you with surprising softness. "I promise that I won't hurt ya. I like to fuck, and I know my size and the damage it can do. If yer scared or unsure, you can leave, and I'll not hold it against ya." Jóarr backs up and gives you space as you stand by the door. You realize he's giving you the option, and that the door is open if you don't want to do this. $flirt_label $flirt_label [[No backing out now, you lock the door to show him you're ready.|7.HJ3]] [[You give an apologetic smile and slip through the door to leave.|7.HJleftroom]]

The large woman approaches your table after understanding the meaning of your silent stare. She has a large smile on her face as she folds her arms on the back of your chair and leans over you, making you lean over and look up at her. "Ready to go, little <<if $bodytype is 'broad and sturdy'>>bear<<elseif $bodytype is 'athletic and agile'>>wildcat<<elseif $bodytype is 'curvy'>>dove<<elseif $bodytype is 'toned and lean'>>fox<<elseif $bodytype is 'slender'>>mink<<elseif $bodytype is 'voluptuous'>>snowcat<</if>>?" <<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>Your face fills with heat that travels up to your ears. With a nod, you give Bryn a shy smile, which she seems to //really// like.<<else>>You give Bryn a coy smile. "You tell me. Do I look ready?"<</if>> She chuckles. "Oh yeah, you're definitely ready…" You glance at the others around the table. <<if $Zstat5 is 'romantic'>>Zahn mouths the words 'be careful' to you and grins.<<else>>Zahn grins and mouths the words 'have fun' to you.<</if>> <<if $Rstat is 'romantic'>>"Be well, $mc," Rune says, and then looks to your partner for the night. "Know that I'm confident that $mc can handle $himselfherself, but also remember that $heshe <<if $pronouns is "they">>have<<else>>has<</if>> a room full of friends close by, who all have a very low tolerance for poor behavior."<<else>>"Have fun," Rune says, and then looks to your partner for the night. "Remember that we are all close by."<</if>> <<if $Astat is 'romantic'>>Aster stares very intently into his cup of ale, but your eyes meet briefly and you note how he works his jaw.<<elseif $Astat is 'conflicted'>>Aster stares very intently into his cup of ale, but your eyes meet briefly and you note how he works his jaw.<<else>>Aster sighs. "We'll place some bets on if you can walk come morning…" He chuckles.<</if>> When you stand to leave, Bryn’s big hand on your back, <<if $Dstat is 'romantic'>>you note that Duri moves suddenly and stands, staring intently at your partner. "Cross any lines with $mc, and I will cut your tits off and feed them to the wolves." "Noted," Bryn replies, seeming surprisingly unoffended. "You don't need to worry."<<else>>when Duri begins to snicker. "Looks like $mc will be riding in the wagon tomorrow," $Dheshe muses." You narrow your eyes at the demigod.<</if>> Bryn leads you upstairs to the wing opposite the room you rented. Once the door is shut, she makes a point to show you that she won't be locking it and then leans on the wall with a big smile on her face. "So…I'm not one to pander or chat before. We know what we want, so there's no need to feel like we need to ease into anything." You nod. It does make sense. She brings a hand to the side of your face and looks at you with surprising softness. "I promise that I won't hurt ya. I like to fuck, and I know my strength and the damage it can do. If you’re scared or unsure, you can leave, and I won’t hold it against you." Bryn backs up and gives you space as you stand by the door. You realize she's giving you the option, and that the door is open if you don't want to do this. $flirt_label $flirt_label [[No backing out now, you lock the door to show her you're ready.|7.HB3]] [[You give an apologetic smile and slip through the door to leave.|7.HBleftroom]]

*On your upper torso are: <<listbox "$chest" autoselect>> <<option "scars">> <<option "pecs">> <<option "breasts">> <</listbox>> *Lower Extremity Terminology. You have a lower extremity that is biologically ascribed to: <<listbox "$vpn" autoselect>> <<option "neither">> <<option "male">> <<option "female">> <</listbox>> The following might be relevant to your moment with Bryn: Has $mc every had their butt played with in a sexual setting? <<listbox "$buttstuff" autoselect>> <<option "no">> <<option "yes">> <</listbox>> *This is merely for flavortext for $mc's reactions. [[Continue.|7.HBbits2]]

<<if $vpn is "male">><<set $inout to "out">> Can you ejaculate? <<listbox "$ejac" autoselect>> <<option "no">> <<option "yes">> <</listbox>> Is the term "hard" okay? <<listbox "$hardok" autoselect>> <<option "no">> <<option "yes">> <</listbox>> If no, other terms may be used such as "stiff" or "aroused." Are terms such as penis/cock/dick acceptable? <<listbox "$phallus" autoselect>> <<option "no">> <<option "yes">> <</listbox>> If no, other terms will be used such as: shaft, length, member, form, extension etc… Are the terms testicles/balls acceptable? <<listbox "$sacterm" autoselect>> <<option "no">> <<option "yes">> <</listbox>> If no, terms such as stones or pouch will be used. [[Continue.|7.HJbits2a]] <<elseif $vpn is "female">><<set $inout to "in">> Are you okay with terms such as: vagina/pussy/cunt. <<listbox "$chamber" autoselect>> <<option "no">> <<option "yes">> <</listbox>> If no, other terms will be used, such as: hollow, passage, depths, core, etc… Does your body produce lubrication? <<listbox "$lube" autoselect>> <<option "no">> <<option "yes">> <</listbox>> Are you comfortable with the term "wet?" <<listbox "$wetterm" autoselect>> <<option "no">> <<option "yes">> <</listbox>> If no, other terms such as "arousal" will be used. Are you comfortable with the term "clit?" <<listbox "$clitterm" autoselect>> <<option "no">> <<option "yes">> <</listbox>> If no, other terms will be used, such as: bud, nerve point, ridge, node, etc… [[Continue.|7.HJbits2b]] <<else>> Select your primary sexual organ: <<listbox "$organ" autoselect>> <<option "phallus">> <<option "chamber">> <</listbox>> For additional clarification: -"Phallus" refers to any sex organ that protrudes from the body. It //might// be able to be used for penetration if desired, and may function similarly to a penis or clitoris. This selection assumes this is the primary organ for the sexual moment even if another, such as another entrance to the body, is also present. If penetration of the MC occurs during a story, it will be from anal. -"Chamber" refers to a sex organ that is internal, and can be penetrated if desired, and //might// function similarly to a vagina. It will also assume there is an external component that can be stimulated. If penetration of the MC occurs during the story, it will use this organ unless otherwise chosen by the player if the story allows. This selection will be used to further customize your MC as much as possible within the limits of coding for these scenes. [[Continue.|7.HJbits2c]] <</if>>

<<if $vpn is "male">><<set $inout to "out">> Can you ejaculate? <<listbox "$ejac" autoselect>> <<option "no">> <<option "yes">> <</listbox>> Is the term "hard" okay? <<listbox "$hardok" autoselect>> <<option "no">> <<option "yes">> <</listbox>> If no, other terms may be used such as "stiff" or "aroused." Are terms such as penis/cock/dick acceptable? <<listbox "$phallus" autoselect>> <<option "no">> <<option "yes">> <</listbox>> If no, other terms will be used such as: shaft, length, member, form, extension etc… Are the terms testicles/balls acceptable? <<listbox "$sacterm" autoselect>> <<option "no">> <<option "yes">> <</listbox>> If no, terms such as stones or pouch will be used. [[Continue.|7.HBbits2a]] <<elseif $vpn is "female">><<set $inout to "in">> Are you okay with terms such as: vagina/pussy/cunt. <<listbox "$chamber" autoselect>> <<option "no">> <<option "yes">> <</listbox>> If no, other terms will be used, such as: hollow, passage, depths, core, etc… Does your body produce lubrication? <<listbox "$lube" autoselect>> <<option "no">> <<option "yes">> <</listbox>> Are you comfortable with the term "wet?" <<listbox "$wetterm" autoselect>> <<option "no">> <<option "yes">> <</listbox>> If no, other terms such as "arousal" will be used. Are you comfortable with the term "clit?" <<listbox "$clitterm" autoselect>> <<option "no">> <<option "yes">> <</listbox>> If no, other terms will be used, such as: bud, nerve point, ridge, node, etc… [[Continue.|7.HBbits2b]] <<else>> Select your primary sexual organ: <<listbox "$organ" autoselect>> <<option "phallus">> <<option "chamber">> <</listbox>> For additional clarification: -"Phallus" refers to any sex organ that protrudes from the body. It //might// be able to be used for penetration if desired, and may function similarly to a penis or clitoris. This selection assumes this is the primary organ for the sexual moment even if another, such as another entrance to the body, is also present. If penetration of the MC occurs during a story, it will be from anal. -"Chamber" refers to a sex organ that is internal, and can be penetrated if desired, and //might// function similarly to a vagina. It will also assume there is an external component that can be stimulated. If penetration of the MC occurs during the story, it will use this organ unless otherwise chosen by the player if the story allows. This selection will be used to further customize your MC as much as possible within the limits of coding for these scenes. [[Continue.|7.HBbits2c]] <</if>>

<<if $organ is "phallus">><<set $inout to "out">> Can you ejaculate? <<listbox "$ejac" autoselect>> <<option "no">> <<option "yes">> <</listbox>> Is the term "hard" okay? <<listbox "$hard" autoselect>> <<option "no">> <<option "yes">> <</listbox>> If no, other terms may be used such as "stiff." Are terms such as penis/cock/dick acceptable? <<listbox "$phallus" autoselect>> <<option "no">> <<option "yes">> <</listbox>> If no, other terms will be used such as: shaft, length, member, form, extension etc… Do you have a sac attached to your phallus? <<listbox "$sac" autoselect>> <<option "no">> <<option "yes">> <</listbox>> *If YES, are the terms testicles/balls acceptable? <<listbox "$sacterm" autoselect>> <<option "null">> <<option "no">> <<option "yes">> <</listbox>> If no, terms such as: stones or pouch will be used. [[Continue.|7.HJbitsc2]] <<else>><<set $inout to "in">> Are you okay with terms such as: vagina/pussy/cunt. <<listbox "$chamber" autoselect>> <<option "no">> <<option "yes">> <</listbox>> If no, other terms will be used, such as: hollow, passage, depths, core, etc… Does your body produce lubrication? <<listbox "$lube" autoselect>> <<option "no">> <<option "yes">> <</listbox>> *If YES, are you comfortable with the term "wet?" <<listbox "$wetterm" autoselect>> <<option "no">> <<option "yes">> <</listbox>> If no, other terms such as "arousal" will be used. Are you comfortable with the term "clit?" <<listbox "$clitterm" autoselect>> <<option "no">> <<option "yes">> <</listbox>> If no, other terms will be used, such as: bud, nerve point, ridge, etc… Is your sex capable of "squirting?" <<listbox "$squirt" autoselect>> <<option "no">> <<option "yes">> <</listbox>> [[Continue.|7.HJbitsc3]] <</if>>

<<if $organ is "phallus">><<set $inout to "out">> Can you ejaculate? <<listbox "$ejac" autoselect>> <<option "no">> <<option "yes">> <</listbox>> Is the term "hard" okay? <<listbox "$hard" autoselect>> <<option "no">> <<option "yes">> <</listbox>> If no, other terms may be used such as "stiff." Are terms such as penis/cock/dick acceptable? <<listbox "$phallus" autoselect>> <<option "no">> <<option "yes">> <</listbox>> If no, other terms will be used such as: shaft, length, member, form, extension etc… Do you have a sac attached to your phallus? <<listbox "$sac" autoselect>> <<option "no">> <<option "yes">> <</listbox>> *If YES, are the terms testicles/balls acceptable? <<listbox "$sacterm" autoselect>> <<option "null">> <<option "no">> <<option "yes">> <</listbox>> If no, terms such as: stones or pouch will be used. [[Continue.|7.HBbitsc2]] <<else>><<set $inout to "in">> Are you okay with terms such as: vagina/pussy/cunt. <<listbox "$chamber" autoselect>> <<option "no">> <<option "yes">> <</listbox>> If no, other terms will be used, such as: hollow, passage, depths, core, etc… Does your body produce lubrication? <<listbox "$lube" autoselect>> <<option "no">> <<option "yes">> <</listbox>> *If YES, are you comfortable with the term "wet?" <<listbox "$wetterm" autoselect>> <<option "no">> <<option "yes">> <</listbox>> If no, other terms such as "arousal" will be used. Are you comfortable with the term "clit?" <<listbox "$clitterm" autoselect>> <<option "no">> <<option "yes">> <</listbox>> If no, other terms will be used, such as: bud, nerve point, ridge, etc… Is your sex capable of "squirting?" <<listbox "$squirt" autoselect>> <<option "no">> <<option "yes">> <</listbox>> [[Continue.|7.HBbitsc3]] <</if>>

With the door locked, you turn to face your partner. The grin he gives you is heated and mischievous as he begins to undo the fasteners on his clothing, pulling a phial from a pocket and throwing it on the bed. You watch as he undresses… He's big. He's big…//everywhere//. It was obvious before, of course, but seeing the reality of it now takes your breath away. He's tall, broad, and hairy with a very slight gut just above his groin. His pecs are huge, his thighs are thick, and his cock hangs low and wide, even while soft. It //dangles// along with his large sac. <<if $mount is 'eb'>>Suddenly, you realize that it's reminiscent of your horse…your //stallion// and try to bat the thought away.<<else>>The memory of the bull your family enters your mind, and you quickly try to bat the thought away.<</if>> When your eyes finally travel back up, he's grinning. "That never gets old," he quips as he leans back while rubbing one hand along his groin. "I warned you." You swallow and realize that you are indeed going to be sore tomorrow. Jóarr steps up to you. His heavy body makes each one thump through the room. You back up until you hit the wall, and feel the harsh wood against your bare skin.<<if $bodytype is 'broad and sturdy'>> It is rather unusual for you to be overshadowed in size, let alone be even a little intimidated by someone broader than you. <</if>><<if $height is 'verytall'>>You're eye to eye, which is a rare treat for you.<<elseif $height is 'tall'>>You tilt your head up to look at him.<<elseif $height is 'average'>>He towers over you.<<else>>You have never felt smaller.<</if>> "Not gonna hurt you, meant that too. I'm rough, but I'm fair. No point if you don't feel good too. But I //am// going to use you. Don't want you scared of it, I want you ''begging'' for it." <<if $height is 'verytall'>>He leans forward to speak right into your ear.<<elseif $height is 'tall'>>He leans down to speak right into your ear.<<elseif $height is 'average'>>He bends down to speak right into your ear.<<else>>He bends down and cups the back of your head in his big hand to make you look up at him.<</if>> "I'm going to toss you around, bury my cock to depths you've never felt before, and make you come until you see the gods." [[Everything inside of you clenches.|Ch7.J.2]]

You take a deep breath once the door is shut behind you. Without dwelling on it too long, you return to the tavern and to your friends. Duri checks on you with urgency, ensuring you weren't hurt in any way. When you explain that you simply changed your mind, everyone settles down and continues to simply enjoy drinks and conversation. After some time all of you decide to surrender to the call for bedtime and go upstairs. You all file into your room, entering quietly since Oswin is already asleep. Sure enough, he's tucked into one of the beds, completely out. He doesn't stir a bit when you enter. Duri stands in the middle of the room with $Dhisher hands on $Dhisher hips while everyone else prepares for bed. "What are you doing, Duri?" you ask. The demigod scratches $Dhisher head. "I don't know why I came up here with you guys. I'm going out." You stifle a chuckle. "You don't have to sleep outside." $Dcapitalheshe shrugs. "I want to. This place isn't so bad, but there's still a lot of noises and smells. I'm going to run for a while and find a place to curl up. Plus, that means you can split the beds easier." You nod. "True." Rune comes over to you. "Zahn and I are fine with any arrangement. Who would you prefer to share with?" "Other than me," Aster adds as he flops on the couch. Duri scuttles out of the window with a wave. [[You'll bunk with Oswin.|7.30][$bunkbud to "Oswin"]] [[You'll share with Zahn.|7.30][$bunkbud to "Zahn"]] [[You'll share with Rune.|7.30][$bunkbud to "Rune"]]

You walk further into the room, ready for whatever this woman has for you. She smiles and cocks her head as she studies you, moving around until you've switched places. "Strip." You stop your trek through the room and turn around to face Bryn. "Sorry?" She folds her muscular arms and leans against the door, making it appear small by comparison. "Strip. You heard me. You're mine for the night, and I'm keen to get started. Show me everything." <<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>Your breath gets caught in your throat as you stammer to find a response to her forwardness. Sure, that's why you're here, but you didn't expect things to push so far so fast. "Um…" you say, eloquently. Her eyes narrow, and the corner of her lips moves up into a wicked smirk. "You need help?" "No!" You put your hands up. "No, no…I just need a moment to adjust. Bryn relaxes her shoulders. "Watching you quiver will make it worth the wait. I look forward to drawing out your voice as you scream in pleasure."<<else>>Her eagerness makes you grin. A part of you wants to tease, but wisdom tells you that she won't tolerate that. Though the image of her tearing off your clothes is a nice one. "Just can't wait, can you?" She scoffs. "I advise that you put your mouthy confidence somewhere useful. And you can do that as soon as your clothes are on the floor." You raise an eyebrow. Bryn gives you a wide and predatory smile as she relaxes her shoulders. "I will enjoy making you a speechless, sniveling, //mewling// mess."<</if>> You blanch, watching her for a moment before you begin to work on your clothing. She stares, following every movement of your hands. Once the first articles are off, she moves from the door and begins to pace around you. Once your back is exposed, she runs a finger along your spine and delights in how you shudder. <<if $scar is 'up your back'>>Her hand then glides over your scar, long since healed but quite prominent. "Did an accident befall your pretty backside, little <<if $bodytype is 'broad and sturdy'>>bear<<elseif $bodytype is 'athletic and agile'>>wildcat<<elseif $bodytype is 'curvy'>>dove<<elseif $bodytype is 'toned and lean'>>fox<<elseif $bodytype is 'slender'>>mink<<elseif $bodytype is 'voluptuous'>>snowcat<</if>>?" You hum. "A gift from a sore loser after a duel. He was rather upset that he lost and took a swing at me when my back was turned." She growls. "How pathetic, though…I rather like scars. The bigger the better; it means you got up again."<<else>>Her hand then glides along the soft skin of your lower back. You marvel at the amount of heat that radiates from her palm alone. "I wouldn't mind leaving my mark on such pretty skin," she muses. You almost laugh. "I have enough scars already, I think." She hums. "Scars are memories…trophies, art that tells your story."<</if>> The rest of your clothing slips off your body and is piled on the floor as she requested…demanded. Still, she //inspects// you. There's an odd thrill in being appraised. You feel a bit like cattle, but there's a piece of you that's eager to please her. By her delighted smile and hooded eyes, you think you've done just that. She moves behind you, and when you make to turn, her strong hands press on your shoulders to keep you facing away. It both makes you nervous and gives you a little thrill. You hear shuffling and fabric, and then see her clothing being thrown on top of yours. Bryn doesn't allow you the same pleasure of watching her undress, and you almost roll your eyes, but the sensation of her large tits pressing against your back erases all thoughts from your head. You can tell that she's crouched so she can drag them up your spine. <<if $height is 'verytall'>>You feel the soft flesh rub just below your shoulder blades. Her nipples are hard enough to tickle and tease you.<<elseif $height is 'tall'>>You feel the soft flesh rub along your shoulder blades. Her nipples are hard enough to tickle and tease you.<<elseif $height is 'average'>>You feel the soft flesh rub atop your shoulder blades. Her nipples are hard enough to tickle and tease you.<<else>>Two heavy but soft mounds come to rest on top of your shoulders. They're large enough that you can easily see her dark nipples in your peripheral vision. You can imagine how easily she could squish your head between them…<</if>> Delight trickles through your brain, and nearly makes you melt. You can't even see them yet, and you're already ridiculously excited. Strong arms wrap around you, clinching your arms to your torso, as she places her lips to one of your ears. "I like many things, little <<if $bodytype is 'broad and sturdy'>>bear<<elseif $bodytype is 'athletic and agile'>>wildcat<<elseif $bodytype is 'curvy'>>dove<<elseif $bodytype is 'toned and lean'>>fox<<elseif $bodytype is 'slender'>>mink<<elseif $bodytype is 'voluptuous'>>snowcat<</if>>…sometimes it's squeals of pain, sometimes it's whimpering and drooling with pleasure, or crying to be allowed to come." Her hands run down your $chest and squeeze as her hips rock against your backside. "You…I want to see you cry." Her tongue glides along the shell of your ear. "I want to see you come so much and so hard that you cry and beg for it to stop." You swallow. <<if $inout is "in">>[[What have you gotten yourself into?|Ch7.B.A.1]] <<else>>[[What have you gotten yourself into?|Ch7.B.B.1]] <</if>>

Your own clothing is quickly stripped from you. He picks you up with almost no effort and holds you against the wall. Heat radiates from his skin in waves. Your legs split helplessly to accommodate his wide body between them as he stares at your $chest. "These have been staring at me, and I need a sample," he says with a chuckle. Holding you up by pressing against you, he brings his hands up to your chest, gliding them slowly across your skin. The touch is like fire, sweet fire. You take a deep breath as he palms your <<if $chest is "breasts">>tits. His hands encompass them easily as he squeezes gently. He kneads them for a moment before softly running his hands along the tender skin. Your eyes close at the gentle pleasure it runs through you. "So soft," his voice rumbles quietly. You moan as he sweeps the backs of his fingers down your breasts, running them over your nipples. The skin pulls taut in response, and you feel the bud of your nipple perk. Jóarr chuckles in response, as he lightly runs the pad of one finger over each of them. Then, he cups one from the side in his hand, squeezing enough for the flesh to pop out for him to put his mouth around. A groan of delight escapes you as you feel his huge tongue against it. As his mouth sucks one, he plays with the nipple on your other breast, pinching it lightly between his fingers. You're shocked at how gentle he is about it; yet knowing how easily he could crush and hurt you, but doesn't, is only turning you on more. After one tit is thoroughly sucked, he moves to the next, this time only focusing on the nipple. He flicks it with his tongue to get it hard, before taking it between his lips and sucking.<<else>>pecs. His outstretched hands cover them easily as he palms them. He glides them down across your skin gently<<if $chest is "scars">>, running fingertips across your scars<</if>> in worship. Cupping them again, he rolls his thumbs over your nipples, getting them hard and perky while his other fingers knead the muscle around them. Your eyes close as waves of pleasure caress you. "So firm," his voice rumbles quietly. You moan as he sweeps the backs of his fingers over your nipples softly; the light tease is almost tickling, sending strange sensations straight to your groin. The skin pulls taut, and your nipples harden, making the sensation double. Jóarr chuckles in response, as he lightly runs the pad of one finger over each of them. Then, he brings his mouth to one and licks it with the whole span of his broad tongue. You groan with delight as his other hand pinches the opposite nipple in tandem. He swirls the tip of his tongue all around the pert pud before bringing his lips to it and sucking. You're shocked at how gentle he is about it; yet knowing how easily he could crush and hurt you, but doesn't, is only turning you on more. After being sated with the first, he moves to the next nipple to taste, flicking it with his tongue in rapid swipes before soothing the intensity by gently sucking.<</if>> <<if $lube is "yes">>You're so $wet already that you fear it may begin dripping from your $cunt.<<else>>Your insides are clenching, begging to have something thrust in.<</if>> Jóarr growls. "You're making me so hard…I can't wait to plow inside of you. I need to hear how you scream for me when you come." [[An involuntary shudder wracks you.|Ch7.J.3]]

Suddenly, Jóarr pulls you from the wall and carries you back to the center of the room. You expect him to toss you on the bed, but he doesn't. Instead, your world is turned upside down – literally. He dangles you with his face between your legs and his cock <<if $height is 'short'>>poking your forehead<<else>>slapping you right in the face<</if>>. He's not about to waste any time either as he buries his face in your nethers. You don't even have the time to get your bearings and think on the position you're in <<if $inout is "in">>when you feel his tongue glide through your split before the tip of it is thrust into your $pussy hole.<<else>>when you feel one of his hands stretch the globes of your ass apart and his tongue thrust into your hole.<</if>> You cry out in surprise and pleasure as your body tries to make sense of it. His beard tickles as he devours you, and he works his big tongue inside. He //growls// in the way you've only read in books, sending vibrations all through your loins. You can hear the voracity with which he eats you, holding nothing back, wanting nothing more than to have his face smashed between your legs. Pleasure and the rush of blood to your head make you dizzy, but his cock so close to your mouth makes it water. You don't know if you can make him fall apart quite like you are, but you are determined to try. With all the focus you can muster, you grab his cock with both hands, trusting his strength will hold you up. It's //heavy// and thick, and you wonder if he's dizzy from all the blood flowing into his dick. It curves upward toward your face despite its size; the root of him is massive to support the heft of it.<<if $height is 'short'>> He lowers you slightly and bends forward so you can reach each other better.<</if>> The angle doesn't give you much control, but you think he'll be happy with whatever you can do with your mouth. As you bring your lips to the tip, you're almost unsure where to start. Since you can't unhinge your jaw, you'll start slowly, dragging your tongue across the very tip, wiggling where the head splits. That earns you another growl. You open wide and take his tip in as you stroke him from the root with your hands. Letting yourself drool over your prize, it drips down to make him slick as you pump. His cock twitches as your reward. You continue to ease as much of his cock as you can into your mouth, trying to keep your teeth from scraping by rolling your lips over them. You choke more than once, but each time you do, he delights in it – growling as he forces his tongue deeper inside of you. His hips begin to thrust lightly once you're more used to it. You play with his balls as he fucks your mouth and eats your <<if $inout is "in">>$pussy<<else>>ass<</if>>, reveling in how huge and heavy they are as well. He seems to really enjoy it when you squeeze them, especially as your saliva finally drips to coat them. <<if $inout is "in">>Jóarr switches from tongue fucking your $cunt to sucking your $clit, holding you up with one arm, as the other slides along your back until it reaches the back of your head. Obediently, you open your throat and relax as his hand pushes you to go down further on him while you keep working his shaft with both hands. The tip of his cock is nudging down into your throat. The angle helps you accommodate it, but you must will yourself not to gag. It takes everything you have to stay composed. He growls against your $clit2, and suddenly it's all worth it.<<else>>Jóarr continues to tongue fuck your hole as he moves one hand to begin stroking your $dick. His grasp is firm and hot and seems to engulf your entire length. He pumps firm and quick while his tongue stretches you out. His hips begin to thrust with demand. Obediently, you open your throat and relax as his hips pop up to let you go down on him further while you keep working his shaft with both hands. The tip of his cock is nudging down into your throat. The angle helps you accommodate it, but you must will yourself not to gag. It takes everything you have to stay composed. He growls against your hole, and suddenly it's all worth it.<</if>> You're losing your senses. With eyes rolling back and your throat full of cock, you're unraveling. And this is only stage one. The blood is pounding in your head in the best way. You're not sure if you've fainted from orgasm before, but you think you might just give it a try. As your entire body begins to shake, you can't even cry out. All you can manage are muffled whimpers around the hard shaft in your throat. Jóarr doesn't let you go either; he goes harder, ready to let you shatter. All your body can do is shake as it comes. Your thighs tremble around his neck, your hands still, grasping Jóarr's dick as if it will keep you from blowing away. Tears stream from the corners of your eyes into your hair until your body goes slack and you begin to gag on the dick in your mouth. [[Jóarr pulls you off.|Ch7.J.4]]

You cough as he leaves your throat, thick saliva drips from your mouth and his dick, connecting you for a brief moment before he turns you rightside up. The dizziness nearly makes you pass out as you're thrown on the bed. He allows you to gain your bearings, and you watch him with a slack jaw as he grins back at you. It's a struggle to sit up. <<if $ejac is "yes">>You notice that your cum clings to and drips down his chest.<</if>> His big hand whips the drool from around your mouth. "You look good like this. Wish I could'a seen you with my meat in your mouth like that. You took it better than most. Makes me wonder if any of your little friends are packing a monster like mine." You grunt as your eyes stop rolling around in your brain. Jóarr chuckles. "You suck dick for any of them, hm? I wouldn't mind watching, you know." With bleary eyes, you shake your head. "Not really your business…" You resist the urge to stick your tongue out at him, lest it appear like an invitation. Your jaw is already terribly sore. He leans back and smirks at you. "Right you are. Well, let's get back to what //is// my business, this lovely little <<if $inout is "in">>$pussy<<else>>ass<</if>> that's gonna get stretched with this cock. You're just about ready for me, too." "Just about?" you question, as he pushes you to lie on the bed and looms over you. "I'm not in the business of hurting people with my rod, I told you. If you think you're stretched out enough after that, you're mistaken." You lean your head up to take a look at the offending cock in question as it swings over where your knees dangle off the bed…he's probably right. He begins to crawl up on the bed with you, the mattress dipping and groaning, making you wonder if it's a good idea to fuck on it with him in charge. You don't get to think for long before he's back at it, sucking on your neck as one hand rubs against your nipples. You can feel him sucking kiss marks into your skin one by one before soothing them with the span of his tongue. When his hand slides down to your <<if $inout is "in">>$pussy<<else>>$cock<</if>>, your back arches and you moan for him. With him off to one side of you, you have room to bring your knees up to open your groin to him. He dives in readily, sliding his fingers <<if $inout is "in">>through your fold. <<if $lube is "yes">>You can hear him gliding through your slick as he parts you and rubs against your entrance.<<else>>You're wet from his tongue still, and he gives a chuckle as he diverts his attention to the phial he dropped on the bed earlier. He pops the cork with one hand and douses his fingers before he spreads it along your sex.<</if>><<else>>along your shaft and to your ass and teases you. You're wet from his tongue still, and he gives a chuckle as he diverts his attention to the phial he dropped on the bed earlier. He pops the cork with one hand and douses his fingers before he spreads it along your hole.<</if>> He's thick //everywhere//, and his fingers are no exception. Jóarr lifts up on one arm to watch your face as he dances his middle finger at your entrance. He's toying with it, nudging the tight rim as he watches your face heat up with desire. Finally, he slips it in, and you moan with relief. His lips go to your neck again as he fingers you. He bites and licks at your throat as he presses hard against you, getting as deep as his hand allows. It's not gentle, but it doesn't hurt. It's clear that his priority is coaxing your body to open instead of merely pleasing it. You feel a noticeable stretch when he adds a second finger and clench instinctively. He groans in response, bringing his lips to your ear. "Make sure you do that when my cock is inside of you…" His voice makes you clench again, so he goes harder with his fingers. "Just like that. Make sure your little hole grabs on tight and milks me, pulls me in, and doesn't let go until I fill it." You gasp. His voice alone is going to make you come again. He moves his fingers in a circular motion that becomes increasingly pleasant as your body relaxes. When he begins to add the third finger, he's more gentle. Crying out in pleasure, you tense, but you can't unwind. You feel both like you are about to come and like your body is rejecting the intrusion. Jóarr kisses just below your ear before he begins to whisper. "If you can take three, you get a reward after." Your breath stutters. "Breathe and let me in. You can take it." Pursing your lips, you breathe out and try to open your pelvis. "There, good, you're doing so good." He kisses your jaw again. "So obedient…Do you want to take off with me?" You moan as the third finger slides in to join the others. He keeps kissing and whispering. "We could fuck every day…I can breed you all you like." The third squeezes all the way in, and your grip on the bedding tightens as he begins to thrust them inside. "Would you like that? You stretch so well for me…not everyone can take a cock this big, I could make it worth your while. I'll keep you stretched out too, so you're ready to go whenever I want to mate with you." You call out as you feel another climax building just from being fingered. "Oh, I think you'd like that a lot from the sounds you're making now. You want that, don't you? You want to be mounted like a broodmare and fucked by a stallion…" His other hand moves up to cover your mouth as you scream. Jóarr keeps fingering you hard through it, making your body tremble, and your arms flail. When he stops, and you settle, he slowly pulls his fingers out, making your legs jerk involuntarily. Your hollow clings so hard to him that you hear the suction break as he withdraws. <<if $lube is "yes">>The threads of your silk pull away with his fingers and make them shine. He moves them around, enjoying how slick it feels as he grins down at you. "You get nice and wet too. Look how thick it is…You were made for taking big cock."<<else>>The oil clings to his fingers and makes them shine. He grins as he rubs his fingers together. "You're so nice and tight, but you take it so well. Wish you could see your hole…it was made for taking big cock."<</if>> You have no wherewithal to look at anything or even listen, still coming down from your second climax and breathing like you nearly drowned. The mattress jumps as he gets off. [[His bright blue eyes are predatory as he stares at your body.|Ch7.J.5]]

Though you're still dazed, you know it's not over, and Jóarr is ready for the next stage. He rolls you to your stomach with one hand and pulls you so you bend at the hips over the edge. <<if $height is 'short'>>The tips of your toes barely touch the floor. You hear him chuckle as your legs flail around to gain purchase.<<else>>Once your feet hit the floor, you know it's really about to get started.<</if>> "You just stay comfortable and keep that sweet little hole open for me. I'll do the rest. Tap the bed or yell if something hurts, and I'll stop." You mumble and 'okay' into the bed linens and immediately feel his hands at the crook of your hips and his cock along your back. You hear the pop of a cork and then the sensation of oil dripping along your spine and down your ass crack. <<if $lube is "yes">>"Not taking any chance that I'll hurt you. You've come so hard, I don't know if there's anything left." He chuckles.<<else>>"Better to have more than not enough," he says with a smile clearly on his lips.<</if>> Jóarr is quiet only for a moment as you feel his dick slide and leave your back. His hands stay holding your hips as his cock sways between your legs. You feel it caress each of your thighs as it searches for your <<if $inout is "in">>$cunt<<else>>ass<</if>> without any guidance. You grasp the blankets as your hole begs to be filled. You feel the tip hit, almost completely blunt as it encompasses the entire span of your entrance. He nudges forward, and you feel it slip inside just a bit, like he's testing that you can take it. Without moving his hands from their hold on you, he presses forward. There's resistance, the flared head too much to slide in easily, so he keeps his hips pushed forward until it breaches without being forceful. A gasp escapes you as you feel it penetrate. Your hole begins to struggle with the intrusion at first, but as he slowly pushes in deeper, it calms. Jóarr groans, which trails off into a growl. "I'm going to fucking breed you until it falls off tonight…I think you can take the whole damn thing." You're too busy moaning with pleasure to realize what he means. His cock hits //everything// good inside of you. The pressure is incredible but also exhausting. It's becoming clear what he meant by his warning. You'll get yours, but you are his toy tonight. You don't know if you'll be aware of anything after he fucks you just once. At this point, you do not care if he uses your body all night; the feelings he's giving you in exchange are once-in-a-lifetime. The grip he has on your hips increases as he moans, still slowly sliding into you. "Fuck yes, you're taking it all the way. My whole fucking cock right up inside you. Breathe out, it's going to stretch you." You feel the pleasant slide of his cock tinged with a slight sting as his root presses against your entrance. Breathing out, you close your eyes and try to keep your muscles loose. One of his hands slides down on your thigh to lift your leg up, while the other rests heavily between your shoulder blades. He works it in slowly, groaning each time he can push it a little deeper. Your entire body tingles, and your mind feels like it's floating somewhere around you. Finally, he bottoms out, pressing against the end of your core. He groans again. "You look so good split in two… //Gods//, you take it so well. I've never been so deep before." The tingles running through you flutter with every word of praise that drops from his lips, but you can only whimper in response. Jóarr shushes you gently. "You've done so well, I'm going to pull it out, and then I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk as a little treat." You feel his cock begin to slowly pull away, sending a wave of relief, but the feeling of absence through your body. His tip slides hard against your sweet spot, making you quiver and tighten as he pulls out with a squelch. His hands readjust back to the crook of your hips. <<if $height is 'verytall'>>With both feet back on the floor, you widen your stance to stay in line with his pelvis.<<elseif $height is 'tall'>>With both feet back on the floor, you widen your stance slightly to stay in line with his pelvis.<<elseif $height is 'average'>>With both your feet back on the floor, you're perfectly lined up with his dangling cock.<<else>>He lifts to keep you lined up with his cock, making your feet dangle helplessly while your chest rests on the bed.<</if>> [[And then, you're completely at his mercy.|Ch7.J.6]]

The thrusts start small. He sways toward you, using his bodyweight to propel himself in and out as his hands hold you in place. His balls slap the backs of your thighs in time, and the wet thwack of his cock ramming into you fills the room. The way he hits inside is bliss. His thrusts rotate between short and quick, slow and deep. Jóarr already has your most sensitive spots mapped, focusing on them and enjoying the way you react, especially when your hole clenches around his shaft. <<if $lube is "yes">>You are so wet that you can hear the plip-plop of your slick dripping to the floor and feel it running down your legs. Not that you didn't appreciate the added oil, but you're so worked up that you definitely didn't need it.<<else>>You can hear the plip-plop of the oil dripping to the floor in time with his thrusts. It leaves a hot trail down your legs and turns you on more as you think about how his thick cock is displacing it.<</if>> He growls as he picks up speed, and it feels like your hips will be bruised by morning. The claps when your skin meets are loud, loud enough that you know anyone outside the door will hear them. There's //nothing// you can do except be fucked and moan like you're in heat, which he likes. <<if $height is 'short'>>Your feet can't even touch the ground. He has full control of your body, rutting into you like an animal.<<else>>You're barely able to stand; your legs shake with the pressure of being mounted like an animal, and you struggle to stay up for him.<</if>> His voice begins to get frantic, deep and rumbly, aggressive with desire. His cock suddenly feels bigger within you, and his movement speeds up. <<if $height is 'short'>>Suddenly, he hoists you up, now fucking you while standing, one arm slung around your middle to hold you at the right height to drive his cock in. His heat on your back makes you pulse with desire.<<else>>Suddenly, his hands leave your hips and move to your shoulder blades, pushing you down, holding you in place while he fucks you harder.<</if>> "Beg me," he commands. You cry out in pleasure. As his hips drive into you harder. "'Beg me for it,'" he demands again, and you feel his voice rattle your bones. "Beg me to fill you!" You feel your hole tighten around him in response as you give in. "Fill me!" you cry, and then whimper. "Come inside me, please!" His voice rumbles again, and you feel his cock twitching inside of you. With your voice broken and strained, you whine for him at a pitch you have never reached before, "Give it to me!" He does. Pressed deep inside of you once more, he hilts himself and stretches you out. You feel his shaft jerk hard as liquid heat spreads deep within you. Jóarr holds you down on his dick hard, not letting you move a bit until you've taken all he can pump inside of you. He doesn't shift a muscle for a long time, only breathing heavily on the back of your neck. <<if $height is 'short'>>Finally, he braces and returns you to the bed, still lodged inside of your <<if $inout is "in">>$cunt<<else>>ass<</if>>.<<else>>Finally, he begins to ease off of your back, but stays lodged in your <<if $inout is "in">>$cunt<<else>>ass<</if>>.<</if>> He rubs and gropes your hips, and you feel him shiver as the tip of his cock gives you just a little more. As he begins to pull out, your legs tremble. You feel the heavy drag of his girth, still hard, and the rush of heat flowing down and out of you. It all hits your sweet spot, and then climax slams into you by surprise. Your body shakes hard, and you call out with the blankets muffling some of your ecstasy. Jóarr continues to slowly drag his dick as you come, making your hollow seize up around it. By the time you feel the head at your entrance, your muscles are completely tapped out. Your body doesn't want to let it go, so he gently pulls away, making you feel the release of pressure. You can feel your hole gaping, and then the rush of cum flows out. It smacks the floor with several hard plaps against the wood. Though you're resting on your feet, you can barely stand, your knees bending in as your arms desperately cling to the bedding. He chuckles as he watches you in wrecked ecstasy, rubbing your hips before pulling your cleft open to let more of his seed fall out. Some of it clings to your legs. "Wow," he muses. "I didn't expect you to come like that." You're too busy coming down to acknowledge anything he says. "If you're this lost now, I don't know how you're going to handle the next two rounds…" That gets your attention, and your back stiffens. You really aren't going to be able to walk tomorrow… [[He grabs one of your ankles.|Ch7.J.7]]

Again, he flips you over so you're on your back. He takes your other leg and holds it up, supporting your lower half. "Leave it to me. You don't have to do anything but be good and take it." He presses himself between your legs, cock resting on top of your pelvis, making you sense the length of it. "Don't be so nervous, I'll call it at three times." You roll your eyes. "How many do you usually go to?" He snorts. "Two." Lifting your head, you raise an eyebrow at him. Jóarr shrugs. "I like how you look on my dick, and I may never see you again. I'm putting as many loads in you as my rod can give. Can you blame me?" You lock eyes with him as he begins to slowly rut against you, not putting himself back in yet, merely dragging his cock up and down your pelvis. His gaze runs down your body, and he grins. Taking the root of his dick in one hand, he moves it to slap against your navel, close to the mark. "Like this tattoo. Fine work. Sexy." He tilts his head as he grins at you. You're surprised by the small talk. "You…you like tattoos?" He nods and begins to rub his shaft against your <<if $inout is "in">>$clit3<<else>>$cock<</if>>. "Don't worry, I haven't forgotten you. Just giving you time to rest before I breed you again. As much as I'd like to, I won't keep fucking you if you pass out." You swallow the shame you feel for thinking it wouldn't be such a bad deal. Jóarr's eyes shift up as he thinks, and his thick meat taps your <<if $inout is "in">>$clit<<else>>$dick<</if>> harder, strings from his seed clinging. "Though…the thought of you waking up tomorrow completely soaked and dripping in my cum from being used all night is…very interesting." His hands run down your thighs to your hips as he presses forward. "If you run away with me and leave your little group, we could try it…I have some…friends that could help." He begins to slide his dick down, gliding it across your nethers until the tip finds your hole again. All you can do is match his gaze. "My friends are big, like me. Not //as// big, course, but nice. How would you feel about being our…" The head of his shaft begins to pierce you. "//Breeder//." Your head flops to the bed as you feel him penetrate you again, slowly. He keeps running his mouth. "Would you like that? You can stay in heat, and we'll do our damndest to satisfy your need." A moan escapes you, and a 'yes' drops from your lips without a thought. He finds your sweet spot again, and you quiver as he grinds the head of his cock against it. You're still sensitive from coming, and you can barely take it. The intensity feels so good that your nerves beg you to squirm away from it. But Jóarr holds you in place, working his dick in and out just to tap that area over and over again. You cry out and try to wriggle away. Your nerves fray, making your body jerk from the intensity of the sensation. Your core clamps around the intrusion that causes the harsh pleasure. He chuckles. "No, no, you don't. Stay open for me, little <<if $bodytype is 'broad and sturdy'>>bear<<elseif $bodytype is 'athletic and agile'>>wildcat<<elseif $bodytype is 'curvy'>>dove<<elseif $bodytype is 'toned and lean'>>fox<<elseif $bodytype is 'slender'>>mink<<elseif $bodytype is 'voluptuous'>>snowcat<</if>>, you'll like this. Just gotta give it time." Your legs shake so hard they kick at his sides involuntarily. Your hands slap the bed and grip the linens. Jóarr keeps going at the same pace, short, quick taps in the same place. Arching off the bed, you call out again, and tears stream down your face, waves of ecstasy being forced into you. Struggling, you look up at him to see he's watching your <<if $inout is "in">>$pussy<<else>>asshole<</if>> with fervency, like he's in a trance. His hands move to your waist, holding you fast in a hot grip. Blue eyes finally move to your face. "Keep this hole open for me…" He pitches forward as he drags your rump off the edge of the bed, so his cock drives up inside of you at a new angle. And then he goes //hard//. All you can do is stare into his face with your mouth open in shock as you're pummeled relentlessly. Jóarr grunts hard with everything thrust, sliding deep inside of you again with greater ease than before. Your eyes are rolling back, and your mouth continues to hang open as pathetic whimpers escape your throat. There's a numbness in your brain, and you feel like your body is about to float away. "Look at it," Jóarr growls at you. "Look at my cock." You tilt your head down and see the thick, veiny rod driving in and out of your body, filling the room with wet sounds. His cum from before clings to it, coating the root in a thick white cream. Your <<if $inout is "in">>$pussy<<else>>ass<</if>> takes the beating and still begs for more, squeezing him, opening wide for him to fill a second time. "Gonna fill you up again," he says, and then his voice strains with a moan. "You'll be good and take it, won't you?" "Yes," you whimper automatically. "Good…good, little <<if $bodytype is 'broad and sturdy'>>bear<<elseif $bodytype is 'athletic and agile'>>wildcat<<elseif $bodytype is 'curvy'>>dove<<elseif $bodytype is 'toned and lean'>>fox<<elseif $bodytype is 'slender'>>mink<<elseif $bodytype is 'voluptuous'>>snowcat<</if>>." he groans. "But first, you need to come on my cock." You gasp and hold fast to the bed as you continue to watch yourself get rammed. "Keep watching it…keep feeling it. Think about how all my cum is gonna feel when I pump it inside." You call out, somewhere between a cry and a scream. You're about to come. "That's it," he growls. "Oh, fuck, I can feel it coming. I can feel your <<if $inout is "in">>$cunt<<else>>hole<</if>> gripping my dick so hard. You want it bad. You want to be bred so bad, don't you…" Your cries are ragged and unfiltered as he does you in. Your vision goes black before your body quakes with release. The way your muscles spasm is unreal, and your orgasm has total control of your body and mind. <<if $inout is "in">><<if $squirt is "yes">>A fountain springs from your nethers with force, splashing Jóarr and coating your thighs.<<else>>Your depths are so sensitive that you can feel every ridge and vein in Jóarr's cock as the powerful sensations travel up your back.<</if>><<else>><<if $ejac is "yes">>Your own $cock erupts like a fountain, spraying your pelvis and Jóarr with thick white cum.<<else>>Your depths are so sensitive that you can feel every ridge and vein in Jóarr's cock as the powerful sensations travel up your back.<</if>><</if>> But he doesn't let you breathe. He keeps pounding you, and making you look as your mind reels to keep up. "Keep watching, watch my cock, watch it fill you up," he commands. "Here it comes, here it comes." His voice breaks as he cries out. Doing as you were told, you watch. His thrusts stop just short of having his base inside your hole. Jóarr growls, and you see his cock //jump// as his balls seize up just before you feel the splash of hot cum on your insides. He shakes, breathing hard, as it happens again. He pulls out suddenly, and you see how his whole dick twitches again, sending a cascade across your face and chest. All you can do is keep staring at his rod as it continues to jerk, smaller spits of cum leaking out. Both of you are breathing like you just climbed a mountain. You expect to rest and wonder if Jóarr can even make good on his threat for three rounds. [[And then he grabs you.|Ch7.J.8]]

There's no reprieve this time. He slings you face down in the middle of the bed and crawls on top of you. He doesn't seem to care that the bedding is filthy now, and takes a pillow to shove under your hips to prop your hole up for him. Your thighs are pinned between his knees as he straddles your legs. Using his hands, Jóarr grabs the globes of your butt and spreads them apart. You //hear// the gush of cum escape its confines, but you don't have it within you to even think about being embarrassed. The cork on the oil pops again, and you feel it drip against you as he pours the last of it over his cock and along your entrance before tossing it aside. The tip goes right back into position. "This one's all about me, little <<if $bodytype is 'broad and sturdy'>>bear<<elseif $bodytype is 'athletic and agile'>>wildcat<<elseif $bodytype is 'curvy'>>dove<<elseif $bodytype is 'toned and lean'>>fox<<elseif $bodytype is 'slender'>>mink<<elseif $bodytype is 'voluptuous'>>snowcat<</if>>, just enjoy and remember how good my cock felt and filled you. Remember it every time you take another because it will never feel as good as mine." He breaches inside of you. "Make sure you remember how my cum feels inside of you, how deeply I bred you, how it left you //dripping//." He slams the entire thing in at once, and you call out in a weak voice. He //roars// as the onslaught begins. It's fast and visceral. The bed strains with his movement, which sinks you deep into the mattress, prone and helpless. His hands come down over your wrists, and he pins you while he fucks your hole. At this moment, that is all you are. A hole for his cock to fill. And you //love// it. <<if $inout is "in">>You revel in your $pussy pleasuring this man<<else>>You delight that your ass pleases this man<</if>> to the point that he's become crazed and animalistic. He's right about one thing, though: you'll never forget this. But you also know, he won't either. The sound of your bodies clapping together is unmistakable, and you wonder if it's being heard through the entire inn. Everyone saw you leave with him. Everyone must know that it's you crying out in rapture because his cock is driving hard into you. Everyone out there probably knows that he is wrecking you and filling you, and when they see you tomorrow, they'll be thinking about it. They'll all know what it sounds like when you come and how much you love it when he finishes inside you. The way his hips come down on you makes you want to live like this forever. The temptation to leave with him and live to satisfy his fetishes is very real, but you know it can never happen. Suddenly, his chest comes down on your back, and his arms wrap around your chest in a grapple. Jóarr grunts and growls in your ear, and you know he's nearly ready to burst again. His hot breath is against your neck, and his thrusts don't slow at all. You feel his entire chest rumble with a growl and his hot breath against your ear. "You're gonna take it, take it ''all'' inside this tight <<if $inout is "in">>$cunt<<else>>ass<</if>>." You whine in response, getting chills from the threatening tone in his voice, loving the way his cock jerks and swells when he hears you. And since he loves to hear you… You turn your head toward his and whimper, making him squeeze you tighter. And just for him, you plead, "Breed me, Jóarr." He stills, lodged inside of you, shaking so hard the bed rattles. He leans up, pushing your face down by the back of your neck as his base sinks into you as he comes. He roars again, and you feel the heavy lunge of his cock emptying inside. Pulling out half of his dick, he pounds it with force back in before stilling again. You realize that in his mind, he really is a stallion, and it almost makes you laugh. And maybe…he's not wrong. Once finished, he falls back on top of you, leaning off to one side so as not to crush you under his weight. He keeps his cock inside of you, though. You both simply relax, completely spent. You've never felt a level of exhaustion with such a sense of bliss attached to it before. He moans with delight and snuggles close to you with one hand on your hip, keeping you from pulling him out of your body. Your eyes are heavy, you're drunk from sex, and you've never felt better. [[Sleep claims you swiftly.|Ch7.J.9]]

You open your eyes. The room is still dark, the weak glow from the lantern waning as the oil diminishes. You blink and contemplate shutting your eyes again. But then you hear the sounds of birds greeting the morning. Is it nearly sunrise? Turning your head, you look toward the window. It's still very dark, but an orange hue is barely peeking through. You grumble. As you continue to wake, you feel Jóarr snug against you, breathing slowly with his hand still on your hip…and his cock still fully inside your <<if $inout is "in">>$pussy<<else>>ass<</if>>. At least, you're pretty sure he's soft now, not that it matters much with his size. You wonder what he might do if he wakes up in this position. If he gets aroused, will he expect to use you again? You try to move subtly but wince hard. You //hurt//. You hurt everywhere. All your muscles feel like you scaled a mountain last night and then fell down it – and, technically, you do actually know how that feels. Not to mention, the ache in your loins. It dawns on you…there is no way you'll be able to sit in your saddle. The thought of bouncing around on your mount makes you hurt worse. Jóarr suddenly takes a deep breath, and you feel his muscles stretch. His cock twitches inside from the movement, and you worry a little that the beast will awaken again. You'd never be able to take it after the pounding you already got. His warm hand slides up your side and then down your belly to your low abdomen. "I'm tempted," he says with a gruff voice. "But I know you must be hurting." You sigh with relief. "Yes," you wheeze. Your voice is practically gone. He chuckles. "I'm never gonna forget last night, you know. I see you again, I'll want more." You roll your eyes. "Do you tell everyone that the morning after?" you rasp. "No, promise. Most fun I think I've had in years. You've made an…//aging// man very happy." He chuckles. " I'm not usually good for three big loads. Thanks for letting me have control like that. It usually scares people away, especially with my size, but I…I don't wanna hurt 'em. Just like to have my fun." "I mean…my pleasure, really. And you're not //that// old, just dramatic." You chuckle, but it comes out in sad little puffs of air. He snorts in amusement. "Alright, I'll have to pull my meat out now, might hurt, okay?" You nod. Jóarr sits up and moves one of his legs so he can gently part yours. Your legs are so sore that it makes you hold your breath. You feel his length begin to slide out and gasp, but it sounds more like a moan. It's painful, but it also feels a little good in a strange way. "Endure it, little <<if $bodytype is 'broad and sturdy'>>bear<<elseif $bodytype is 'athletic and agile'>>wildcat<<elseif $bodytype is 'curvy'>>dove<<elseif $bodytype is 'toned and lean'>>fox<<elseif $bodytype is 'slender'>>mink<<elseif $bodytype is 'voluptuous'>>snowcat<</if>>," he says and then begins to tug it out slowly. He moans. "Fuck, that feels good too." You think he goes extra slow on purpose, savoring the connection. You sense that his cock gets a little hard, twitching for another round, as it drags against your walls. You curse how sore you are. Reliving last night would be amazing. Finally, only the head is left at your entrance. It's too flared and bulbous now, and your hole has tightened back up as much as his soft cock would allow. Carefully, he uses his hand to open you up. You wince as it stings, and he apologizes while he works the tip out. It pops free, as does a flood or cum and oil. He groans. "//Gods//, I don't want you to leave. I could look at that every day. You sure you need to stay with your group? What could be so pressing that you can't just live on my cock for a while? I've got money and work, if it helps." He forces a laugh, but you get the sense that he's mostly serious. You almost snort with surprise. Maybe if you weren't in danger of dying young, you could satisfy some literal wanderlust. "I'll tell you what, once my business is done and if we ever see each other again…maybe I'll agree to that." "I'll always be watching for this cute ass wherever I go then." Jóarr gently cups your butt in one hand. You can tell that he wants to squeeze but is holding back to keep from hurting you. "You sound like you need some water… Honestly, you need a bath." He laughs. "My seed is all over you, and I'm not about to complain." You grumble and rest your head back down. The thought of getting up sounds awful. The bed shifts as Jóarr gets off. He walks to the back of the room, and you hear the clinking of glass and then pouring water. You peek up to see him dip a rag in a basin and ring it out before returning to you. He looks softer in the small orange glow of the lantern and the rising sun, and you do wonder if he's always like this or if it's just appeasement for the stranger he bedded. But he smiles at you now, and even if you're strangers, he's being genuinely kind. "I'll help you roll over and clean up, and then we can ease you to stand. My sister is good with herbs. She has things for pain if you need. I'm sorry…I'm sorry if you're in a lot of discomfort. Maybe I went too hard on that third round." "No, I liked it, really. Feeling like I do now, I'd go back and do it again. You were right, I won't forget it." You smile. "Again...I won't either," Jóarr says as he grabs you with warm hands and begins to help you roll to your back. You hold back a groan, but it doesn't feel as bad as you feared. Quietly, he cleans you, and it's oddly more intimate than the sex you had. He apologizes as he helps lift and open your legs, and even more fluid drains from you. He checks you for bleeding, finding none, and cleans the area as softly as he can. You're swollen, for sure, but it should resolve soon. There will be no sitting in a saddle for a couple of days, you think. [[Worth it.|Ch7.JB.end]]

<<set $saddlesore to true>> It takes you until the sun is up to get dressed. <<if $Ch7companion is "Joarr">>Jóarr helps with that as well. Ironically, you walk like you've spent a week straight on horseback – or maybe it's more like you were fucked by a horse last night. There will be no masking the shuffling limp you've taken on.<<else>>Bryn helps with that as well. Your muscles are so sore that it feels like you tumbled off a mountain last night – or maybe it's more like the mountain tumbled over you. There will be no masking the stiffness in your movements, or how you flinch with certain motions.<</if>> <<if $Ch7companion is "Joarr">>Jóarr<<else>>Bryn<</if>> walks you down – assisting you with the stairs – to the tavern where only a handful of patrons are stirring. Keeper Amala and another patron spot you, grin, and share a laugh. Maybe now you only slightly regret the throes of passion you were so loudly in last night. And then you spot Rune, Zahn, and Duri at a corner table. <<if $Ch7companion is "Joarr">>Jóarr<<else>>Bryn<</if>> leans to your ear. "Hope to see you again, $mc. Stay safe." You give <<if $Ch7companion is "Joarr">>him<<else>>her<</if>> a soft smile and a nod. "You too, thanks." As you part ways and head to your friends, they're all watching you. <<if $Zstat5 is 'romantic'>>Zahn's face is a little extra pink, and $Zheshe can't quite meet your eyes. Though, it also seems as though $Zheshe is restraining a laugh.<<else>>Zahn has an eyebrow raised and is trying not to laugh, but is failing miserably.<</if>> <<if $Dstat is 'romantic'>>Duri only watches you briefly with $Dhisher arms folded, quickly looking away with a sour face.<<else>>Duri nods at you with a satisfied smile on $Dhisher face.<</if>> <<if $Rstat is 'romantic'>>Rune is smiling with eyes focused on you and brows raised in question. You get the peculiar feeling that $Rheshe wants details.<<else>>Rune looks rather curious, eyes moving from you to <<if $Ch7companion is "Joarr">>Jóarr<<else>>Bryn<</if>>. There are burning questions in $Rhisher gaze.<</if>> When you reach the table, you almost sit down but think better of it. Instead, you wish your companions good morning and merely rest your hands on the surface. "Problem, $mc?" Zahn quips, feigning a look of ignorance. "Nope," you respond clipped. Rune hums. "Sure. Have a seat then. Long road ahead." "I'm good," you say. The little sunshine would-be assassin snorts. "Are you coming down with something? Sounds like your throat is sore for some reason…." You glare at $Zhimher before your eyes move to Duri. <<if $Dstat is 'romantic'>>$Dcapitalhisher honey-brown eyes lock with yours, but $Dheshe doesn't say anything. No jokes, no jabs, just silence. Before you can say anything, Duri seems to snap from the stupor and stands suddenly. "I can hear Oswin outside cursing at something. I'll go help him." The demigod briskly walks out and through the door without even looking back. You shift uncomfortably. Is Duri upset? Why would $Dheshe be? Your eyes look to where your partner from the night lingers, ordering food at the bar. Is Duri //jealous//. But $Dheshe has made it clear $Dheshe sleeps around. Why would it matter to $Dhimher? Lost, you look at Rune, and $Rheshe smiles softly at you. "Don't mind $Dhimher. I think $Dheshe has been a little stressed thinking about…what's to come and all down the road." You nod, but you're unconvinced, and maybe a little hopeful that there could be a chance for your feelings to actually bloom. As you face your remaining friends again with a heavy sigh, you catch Zahn grinning at you. $Zcapitalhisher blue eyes sparkle with mischief. "What?" you ask, as if you really want to know. Zahn shrugs. "Nothing…just, I enjoyed your performance last night, is all." Your smile drops. "Excuse me?" Rune's fingers tap the table, and $Rheshe pointedly looks away. "We may have //heard// you." Zahn snorts. "Rune is being nice – //everyone// heard you." Your stomach drops. "Ev-everyone?" Both of your companions nod. <<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>A chill or mortification goes down your spine, and your face immediately feels like fire has kissed it. Now that the passion has abated and reason has returned, embarrassment has found you.<<else>>You face heats a touch, but you might be just a little pleased with yourself at the notion.<</if>> "Don't worry about it, though, we all really enjoyed it," Zahn insists, unaware that such a fact may not be comforting. Rune at least gives you a pitying smile and shrugs. "Well, at least…at least everyone applauded." You feel the blood leave your face. "//Applauded//?" $Rcapitalheshe clears $Rhisher throat. Zahn nods at you with enthusiasm. "Oh yeah, once we could hear the bed thumping, we all cheered." You decide to process how you feel about that later, and not make eye contact with any other patrons at the inn. Thankfully, you are only here for a night and will likely never see these people again. Though you're stuck with your traveling companions for a while.<<else>>There's pure mirth in $Dhisher honey-brown eyes. You sigh, remembering $Dhisher superior hearing. "Did you hear?" Duri grins, little snaggletooth popping out. "Oh, Lambchop, //everyone// heard." Your stomach drops. "Ev-everyone?" All three of your companions nod. <<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>A chill or mortification goes down your spine, and your face immediately feels like fire has kissed it. Now that the passion has abated and reason has returned, embarrassment has found you.<<else>>You face heats a touch, but you might be just a little pleased with yourself at the notion.<</if>> "Sounded great, by the way," Duri continues. "Didn't know your voice could get //that// high. <<if $Dhadsex is true>>I feel like my performance was inadequate now…maybe we should try again?"<</if>> Looking at Zahn and Rune, you silently ask them to confirm or deny that you put on a show for the entire inn. Rune at least gives you a pitying smile and shrugs. "Well, at least…at least everyone applauded." You feel the blood leave your face. "//Applauded//?" $Rcapitalheshe clears $Rhisher throat. Zahn nods at you with enthusiasm. "Oh yeah, once we could hear the bed thumping, everyone cheered." "Yeah," Duri adds. "And I saw at least two groups go off to fuck. You got everyone hard and wet, $mc. Myself included." $Dcapitalheshe laughs. Zahn asks, "Did you go off and find someone then?" Duri shakes $Dhisher head. "I thought about that <<if $Ch7companion is "Joarr">>sister<<else>>brother<</if>> of the <<if $Ch7companion is "Joarr">>guy<<else>>lady<</if>> $mc stayed with, but <<if $Ch7companion is "Joarr">>she's<<else>>he;s<</if>> way too controlling for me." "So, where did you go?" The demigod nods toward the window. "Just to the woods so I could take care of myself." You take a moment to absorb that, since you can't unhear it. You're not sure how you feel about your <<if $Dstat is 'friends'>>friend<<elseif $Dstat is 'romantic'>>good friend<<elseif $Dstat is 'neutral'>>companion<<else>>associate<</if>> //responding// so strongly to what transpired, but Duri is…different about such things. Zahn snorts. "You were gone for nearly two hours." "I was enjoying myself!" Duri defends, and then chuckles. "Doesn't always have to be quick if you're by yourself." You catch Rune nodding along. Duri suddenly points at you. "And don't think I was out there thinking of you either. I just got turned on – don't make it weird." Rune sighs heavily. "You already made it weird for $himher, Duri'naan. You made it weird for all of us, and you made it weird last night when you told everyone about your dire straits before you ran into the woods. We all //officially// know too much about you. So, thanks for that." Zahn and Duri break into laughter.<</if>> Shaking your head, you decide that you may as well order some breakfast and head to the counter where the innkeeper is pretending to ignore the conversation you just had. When you reach the counter, they smile at you, and you know exactly why. You ignore it and order some food and water. As you wait, you try not to think about how sore you feel. <<if $Astat is 'romantic'>>Suddenly, you feel a hand on your back that slides up to your neck. Before you can turn or push the offender away, the familiar scent of cedar and sage envelops you, and Aster's voice is low in your ear. "Had I known that you could wail with such passion, I would have offered to bed you, Pet," he says, his tone almost threatening. You raise a brow and debate whether to break from his grip or not. He doesn't hurt you, but the way his hand clasps your neck is…possessive. <<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>No words come to the forefront of your mind, and you silently beg Keeper Amala to hurry and interrupt whatever //this// is. Aster chuckles, getting closer to your ear to whisper. "Why so silent now? I already know what you sound like when you come. No reason to be shy anymore. Though…I wouldn't mind hearing it first-hand…" You swallow hard. Before you can muster a reply, his other hand places a little paper-wrapped candy in front of you. He says nothing more and walks away.<<if $gbcompany is "A">> You're left a bit perplexed… Isn't he the one who insisted that you keep away from him?<</if>><<else>>"I didn't know you were on offer," you quip in return, with your most suggestive tone. Aster chuckles, getting closer to your ear to whisper. "Now that I know what it sounds like when you come, you could say it's been an eye-opening experience. I wouldn't mind hearing it…first hand." You grin. "Interesting…I seem to recall you //whimpering// while testing the ring on me, and //I// wouldn't mind hearing //that// again." His eyes go wide for a moment before they narrow at you. "I do not //whimper//," he says with a hiss. "Oh, I'm sure I could change that…" He rolls his eyes, places a little paper-wrapped candy in front of you, says nothing more, and walks away. You're left a bit perplexed by the exchange.<<if $gbcompany is "A">> Isn't he the one who insisted that you keep away from him?<</if>><</if>><<elseif $Astat is 'conflicted'>>Suddenly, you feel like someone is behind you. Before you can turn, they lean over you, hands on the bar on either side of yours. You're pinned with someone against your back. The familiar scent of cedar and sage envelops you, and Aster's voice is low in your ear. "Had I known that you could wail with such passion, I would have offered to bed you, Pet," he says, his tone almost threatening. You raise a brow, debating whether to break free. He doesn't quite touch you, but it's all the more maddening to be teased with the sensation of him over you. <<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>No words come to the forefront of your mind, and you silently beg Keeper Amala to hurry and interrupt whatever //this// is. Aster chuckles, getting closer to your ear to whisper, and you feel the way his hot breath ruffles your hair. "Why so silent now? I already know what you sound like when you come. No reason to be shy anymore. Though…I wouldn't mind hearing it first-hand…" You swallow hard. Before you can muster a reply, his other hand places a little paper-wrapped candy in front of you. He says nothing more and walks away.<<if $gbcompany is "A">> You're left a bit perplexed… Isn't he the one who insisted that you keep away from him?<</if>><<else>>"I didn't know you were on offer," you quip in return, with your most suggestive tone, trying to cover up the nerves in your tone. What sort of fire are you playing with? Aster chuckles, getting closer to your ear to whisper, and you feel the way his hot breath ruffles your hair. "Why so silent now? I already know what you sound like when you come. No reason to be shy anymore. Though…I wouldn't mind hearing it first-hand…" You grin, seeing opportunity knocking for a little revenge. "Interesting…I seem to recall you //whimpering// while testing the ring on me, and //I// wouldn't mind hearing //that// again." He backs away from you, leaning over just so you can see how unimpressed he looks. "I do not //whimper//," he says with a hiss. "Oh, I'm sure I could change that…" He rolls his eyes, places a little paper-wrapped candy in front of you, says nothing more, and walks away. You're left a bit perplexed by the exchange.<<if $gbcompany is "A">> Isn't he the one who insisted that you keep away from him?<</if>><</if>><<else>>You startle as something suddenly appears at your side. As you turn, you see Aster. He smirks and sets a little paper-wrapped candy on the counter in front of you. You raise a brow, but he turns and begins to walk away, and only says, "Your throat must be sore…"<</if>> You roll your eyes and sigh, wondering if your friends are ever going to stop teasing you about this… [[They're not.|7.30 Post Hookup Morning]]

After a hearty breakfast, you use the candy Aster gave you and find it soothes your throat. The others cut you some slack and don't tease you about your night out. There's deep soreness in your muscles, and you're thankful when Bryn briefly visits to give you a poultice to help with that and any bruising. You have a feeling you'll sleep very well for the next few nights. Everyone seems in high spirits after a comfortable rest. Keeper Amala's stable hands prepare your mounts for you. Even $mountname seems extra happy and relaxed after just one night in the keeper's care. You load up supplies in Rune's wagon while Oswin double-checks the wheels and harness. Since it's $mountname's turn to pull the wagon, you'll be driving it for the day, which you are very thankful for. Zahn offers to help you lie down in the back if you need to. As you lift a crate up, a flash of something scuttling from under it catches you by surprise, and you nearly drop it as your heart flutters. You check to see that it was, jumping when it skitters close to your shoes… [[A huge centipede!|7.31][$phobia to "centipede"]] {TW} [[A massive spider!|7.31][$phobia to "spider"]] {TW} [[A disgusting snake!|7.31][$phobia to "snake"]] {TW} [[It was actually nothing!|7.31][$phobia to "nothing"]] {select this to skip triggering critter}

Her hands slide down as she works her mouth along your shoulder to your neck. As she grips your hips and pulls them against her pelvis, she bites you – not enough to hurt, but enough to hold you in place while she ruts against you. You feel heat and desire radiating from her cunt against your backside. Her big hands glide back up as she continues her attack on your neck with smaller bites, licks, and kisses. She feels along every bit of you, dragging her fingers to trace along every <<if $bodytype is 'broad and sturdy'>>muscle<<elseif $bodytype is 'athletic and agile'>>muscle<<elseif $bodytype is 'curvy'>>soft slope<<elseif $bodytype is 'toned and lean'>>chord of muscle<<elseif $bodytype is 'slender'>>fine line<<elseif $bodytype is 'voluptuous'>>soft slope<</if>> of your torso. Your chest is only teased, though. Her hands circle around your $chest in gentle circles, making your nipples harden from anticipation alone. <<if $lube is "no">>Briefly, her hands pull away, and you hear the pop of a cork, which you decide not to question the origins of. After dousing one hand, she tosses a half-full phial to the bed. <</if>>Nuzzling against your head, she asks, "Do you know the best way to make someone fall apart?" <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>You smirk. "Depends on what blade you're using…"<<else>>You snort a laugh. "Citrus marinade…my da swears by it, makes the meat fall right off the bone."<</if>> <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>She hums. "You're speaking my language,<<else>>She chuckles. "Knew you'd be cute about it,<</if>> but no. The best way is to start…" Her right hand traces you from sternum to pelvis<<if $lube is "no">>, leaving a trail of oil<</if>>. "Slowly." You glance down and watch her hand encroach on your sex, and then her left hand finally begins to soothe the ache in your chest. She gropes your $chest hard as her other hand reaches your apex. You hiss through your teeth as you just barely feel her against your mound. "Mm," she hums with delight. "See how ready you feel? You're burning with anticipation. People are too fast to get off without savoring the ride, without feeling and being truly felt, and enjoyed." Her hand crests your $clit, making you shiver, but she continues to drag out her movements, pinching your nipple with the other hand. Your bud becomes swollen, eager to engorge with blood and receive the stimulation her touches promise, and it begins to thrum with your frustrated pulse as she only teases it. Your legs instinctively part, and your pelvis tries to lean into her touch, but she moves away. Her low laugh echoes right against your ear. "Easy there, no rush, we have all night." You groan with frustration as you feel the tip of her finger wiggle at the head of your $clit. <<if $lube is "yes">>You marvel at how $wet you already feel.<<else>>Your hollow clenches around nothing in aggravation.<</if>> Keening as you feel a kiss against your neck, she only partially releases you from torment as she gives you a few mercifully hard strokes against your $clit3. It's enough to make your knees bend as your hips chase her fingers, but she keeps you back. You're panting as she returns to the soft and teasing ministrations, circling your bud slowly. The hand at your chest continues to work you, alternating between pinching your nipple and rolling it between her fingers, sending shockwaves of pleasure to your loins. Your body readily takes whatever simulation she will give, urging you to come, though you're unable to get yourself there. It's all building so slowly, but you feel like you'll burst if you don't come soon. You're panting with your legs shaking as she keeps going, whispering little teases in your ear. Bryn hums with delight. "Your little moans are making me so wet, just hearing you is going to send me over the edge." "Lucky you," you hiss back. She licks your throat. "Aw, poor thing." There's another blissful stroke against your ridge that makes you call out. Your knees buckle, but she keeps you locked against her, continuing her slow teasing<<if $lube is "yes">>only dipping lower on your sex to spread your slick along her fingers<</if>>. With a twist of your raw nipple, you call out again. You need to come so badly that you feel as though you're about to go mad. There's another kiss to the side of your head. "Ask me," she says. You gasp, feeling a minuscule flick against your $clit2. "What?" "Ask me if you can come…" she says with a growl in her tone. You cry out in frustration again as she just barely rubs the head of your $clit again. You give in. "Can I come!?" Your hips shake. She hums. "I don't know if you want it bad enough…" "I do!" "You sure?" "Yes!" you scream, "Yes, please!" With that, Bryn takes two fingers and rubs them in a circle around your nerve point in quick rotations. Everything inside of you clenches and seizes as you come undone. She holds you through the entire thing, even as your knees buckle inward, and you nearly collapse. All of your muscles shiver as you catch your breath. Your nerves are on fire, raw and sensitive. [[Bryn kisses along your shoulder gently.|Ch7.B.A.2]]

Her hands slide down as she works her mouth along your shoulder to your neck. As she grips your hips and pulls them against her pelvis, she bites you – not enough to hurt, but enough to hold you in place while she ruts against you. You feel heat and desire radiating from her cunt against your backside. Her big hands glide back up as she continues her attack on your neck with smaller bites, licks, and kisses. She feels along every bit of you, dragging her fingers to trace along every <<if $bodytype is 'broad and sturdy'>>muscle<<elseif $bodytype is 'athletic and agile'>>muscle<<elseif $bodytype is 'curvy'>>soft slope<<elseif $bodytype is 'toned and lean'>>chord of muscle<<elseif $bodytype is 'slender'>>fine line<<elseif $bodytype is 'voluptuous'>>soft slope<</if>> of your torso. Your chest is only teased, though. Her hands circle around your $chest in gentle circles, making your nipples harden from anticipation alone. Nuzzling against your head, she asks, "Do you know the best way to make someone fall apart?" <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>You smirk. "Depends on what blade you're using…"<<else>>You snort a laugh. "Citrus marinade…my da swears by it, makes the meat fall right off the bone."<</if>> <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>She hums. "You're speaking my language,<<else>>She chuckles. "Knew you'd be cute about it,<</if>> but no." Her right hand traces you from sternum to pelvis. "The best way is to start…" The other hand glides down your back to your ass, leaving a trail of oil. "Slowly." You glance down and watch her hand encroach on your sex, and then her left hand begins to slip between the globes of your ass. <<if $buttstuff is "yes">>You bite your lip as you unconsciously push your rear into her hand.<<else>>You gasp and tense at the intrusion at first before trying to make yourself relax<</if>>. A moan escapes you as her hand glides along your $hard length gently. "Mm," she hums with delight. "See how ready you feel? You're burning with anticipation. People are too fast to get off without savoring the ride, without feeling and being truly felt, and enjoyed." As her hand circles your $dick, the other reaches your asshole. <<if $buttstuff is "yes">>You groan as she lightly presses against it in soft circles, spreading the oil and pushing it in.<<else>>You bite down on a whimper as you feel her finger against it, sliding through the oil. The feeling is odd – almost wrong, but in a way that makes you want more to satisfy your curiosity.<</if>> The throbbing of your $cock wars for attention at the same time, tempted by the heat that encompasses it. But Bryn doesn't fully grasp it, leaving you pining for friction. Her low laugh echoes right against your ear. "Easy there, no rush, we have all night." You hiss in frustration as you feel the tip of her thumb wiggle at the head of your $dick, but go no further in its ministrations. <<if $buttstuff is "yes">>There's a blissful pressure at your hole as her finger presses in. You lean your head back against her as you feel it sliding in through the tight ring. "Oh, you like it, don't you little <<if $bodytype is 'broad and sturdy'>>bear<<elseif $bodytype is 'athletic and agile'>>wildcat<<elseif $bodytype is 'curvy'>>dove<<elseif $bodytype is 'toned and lean'>>fox<<elseif $bodytype is 'slender'>>mink<<elseif $bodytype is 'voluptuous'>>snowcat<</if>>." Words escape you, so you nod, widening your stance slightly to allow her further in. Once her lips meet your neck with sweet kisses, you clench on her fingers as your $hardness twitches with want. "There you go," she coos in your ear. "So hot and tight for me, aren't you?" You shudder at her words as you feel her finger slip the rest of the way inside. "You're being so good for me," she says, kissing your neck once more.<<else>>There's an intrusive feeling right at your hole as you feel her apply more pressure. You go rigid. "Easy, little <<if $bodytype is 'broad and sturdy'>>bear<<elseif $bodytype is 'athletic and agile'>>wildcat<<elseif $bodytype is 'curvy'>>dove<<elseif $bodytype is 'toned and lean'>>fox<<elseif $bodytype is 'slender'>>mink<<elseif $bodytype is 'voluptuous'>>snowcat<</if>>. It won't hurt as long as you can relax. I know it feels odd at first, but I'll go slow." You nod and breathe through your lips, willing your muscles to let her in. She kisses your neck, mumbling filthy reassurances as she keeps pressing into you, moving her other hand along your $hardness to distract you. Once you sense the breach, you whine and your $cock twitches. "There you go," she coos in your ear as her finger wriggles around inside you. "That's it, let me in, be good for me." Her voice makes you shudder.<</if>> All of her motions are slow and deliberate. She doesn't quite give you enough at the front or back to chase into pleasure. Bryn works you steadily, building on every little sensation and movement until your legs are shaking and her entire finger moves in and out of your ass with ease. She hums with delight. "Your little moans are making me so wet, just hearing you is going to send me over the edge." "Lucky you," you hiss back. She licks your throat. "Aw, poor thing." There's suddenly a firm grip around your $cock, making you call out. Your knees nearly give, but she manages to hold you fast against her. The teasing continues, <<if $sac is "yes">>making your $balls ache for release<<else>>making you ache for release<</if>>. The pressure is right there, right at the edge of your limit. Her finger presses firmly against your sweet zone inside while her other hand palms the head of your $cock. There's another kiss to the side of your head. "Ask me," she says. You gasp, feeling a firm squeeze around your member. "What?" "Ask me if you can come…" she says with a growl in her tone. You cry out in frustration again as she adds movement to the spot inside you that tingles. You give in. "Can I come!?" Your hips shake and try to thrust. She hums. "I don't know if you want it bad enough…" "I do!" "You sure?" "Yes!" you scream, "Yes, please!" With that, Bryn slides her hand to your base and begins pumping and squeezing it hard while she fingers your ass faster. Everything inside of you clenches and seizes as you come undone. <<if $ejac is "yes">>The tip of your $dick spouts like a fountain, spilling your seed into the air before it splatters on the floor<<else>>You roll through it as if you're falling, pleasure sparking and tingling through your entire body as your legs shake.<</if>>. She holds you through the entire thing, even as your knees buckle inward, and you nearly collapse. All of your muscles shiver as you catch your breath. Your nerves are on fire, raw and sensitive. [[Bryn kisses along your shoulder gently.|Ch7.B.B.2]]

"Good job, little <<if $bodytype is 'broad and sturdy'>>bear<<elseif $bodytype is 'athletic and agile'>>wildcat<<elseif $bodytype is 'curvy'>>dove<<elseif $bodytype is 'toned and lean'>>fox<<elseif $bodytype is 'slender'>>mink<<elseif $bodytype is 'voluptuous'>>snowcat<</if>>. You made such pretty sounds for me." Her hands switch places, the right coming up to play with your chest as the left glides along your abdomen. From just one climax, you almost feel spent. You can't imagine what more she would have in store after that, and you haven't even done anything to her yet. She runs her tongue along the shell of your ear. "We're not done…" "Huh?" you squeak, as you are still catching your breath. Her left hand descends all the way to your groin, and you begin to squirm, knowing what she's about to do. The conflict of your feelings about it begins a war within you. As Bryn's fingers slide against your $clit one by one – slowly – you jolt and call out. She spreads two fingers out, flanking your ridge, and begins to stroke, with more pressure than before. It sends new sensations through you, compounding upon your spent nerves. You wriggle against her as pleasure and pain collide, but she holds tight, looming over you, heavy tits pressed against your back like weights to pin you. Your hips buck against her hand, seeking relief and stimulation in tandem. Your $clit2 is slotted and rubbing between her fingers is making you feel things you've never felt before, deeper but still frustratingly teasing. A third finger begins to tap the tip gently. The sensation is so maddeningly light that it makes you call out. The pleasure that the simple motion sends out sharp jolts through your nerves. You almost can't tell if you like it, but your body betrays you by leaning into her palm. Bryn manages to wring a //whimper// out of you, and then chuckles in your ear. "You're already halfway to mewling for me, dear." <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>You shake your head as you hold back another moan.<<else>>You grit your teeth. "Fuck you," you hiss through them as you shudder.<</if>> Her hand speeds up, putting more pressure on your too-sensitive $clit3. <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>"What's that? Are you resisting little <<if $bodytype is 'broad and sturdy'>>bear<<elseif $bodytype is 'athletic and agile'>>wildcat<<elseif $bodytype is 'curvy'>>dove<<elseif $bodytype is 'toned and lean'>>fox<<elseif $bodytype is 'slender'>>mink<<elseif $bodytype is 'voluptuous'>>snowcat<</if>>? Cute."<<else>>"That's exactly what I'm doing little <<if $bodytype is 'broad and sturdy'>>bear<<elseif $bodytype is 'athletic and agile'>>wildcat<<elseif $bodytype is 'curvy'>>dove<<elseif $bodytype is 'toned and lean'>>fox<<elseif $bodytype is 'slender'>>mink<<elseif $bodytype is 'voluptuous'>>snowcat<</if>>. Be good and fall apart for me."<</if>> She continues to work your sex furiously as she pushes you toward the bed. It's only a few steps, but each one is nearly impossible without her hold on you. You can feel another orgasm teetering right behind your core, burning like fire, but not budging to the surface. The sound of her hand against your <<if $lube is "yes">>slick<<else>>oil-slicked flesh<</if>> is tremendously loud. Had you any wits left, you'd almost be embarrassed by it. Once you've reached the bed, her fingers move to strum your $clit in circles once more. She's forcing you to come again. "Here we are," she coos. Your legs quiver as you hunch over as much as you can, your moaning picking up and getting louder as climax begins to breach the surface. "I'm not gonna hurt you, mind, but I wanna move things along." You can barely understand what she's saying. Your eyes roll back, and your mouth drops as the back of your head suddenly goes numb. All you do is shake and choke on your moans. And then Bryn tosses you on the bed. You're still coming, writhing around on your back, as she joins you. With no reprieve, her hand goes right back to your sex, fingers slipping into your passage and thrusting hard. You find your voice, calling out as your back arches. The pads of her fingers stroke you with hard and precise motions, and she knows that she's found what she wants when you scream. "That's it, sweetheart, that's it," she says lowly. "Scream, scream for me." You do once more, flopping around as she pummels your sweet spot and launches you into another, more intense orgasm. And she keeps going just as hard, pinning you down with her opposite hand as her fingers thrust inside over and over until you can do nothing but quiver with ecstasy. "Good <<if $pronouns is 'she'>>girl<<elseif $pronouns is 'he'>>boy<<else>>little heart<</if>>; you're doing so perfectly. Your face is beautiful right now." Bryn's movements slow, giving you sweet relief of another kind, but she still doesn't stop. <<if $squirt is "yes">>You feel warmth emerge from your loins, and hear as her hand splashes against it as she keeps thrusting.<</if>> <<if $squirt is "yes">>She hums in approval. "Oh, what a treat you've given me, $mc. You should see this, you soaked the linens."<</if>> Finally, her hand withdraws. You lie boneless on the bed, spread out and staring up at the ceiling. Your skin tingles everywhere, and there's a low buzzing in your ears. Your partner moves about, but you don't know or care what she's up to at the moment. Gently, Bryn wipes around your mouth and chin with a soft cloth. You're drooling… [[And then you feel her stroke your hair.|Ch7.B.A.3]]

She sits next to you on the bed, and at some point, she pulls you into her lap. You realize that you've been staring up into her breasts and not the ceiling. She plays with your hair as your heart's rapid pace finally calms. You're dizzy, but you don't feel ill. A pleasant haze settles over you. As your mind finally comes out of its stupor, you begin to wonder how you'll even physically be able to continue. You've not done anything for Bryn yet but be her plaything. Of course…maybe that's what she wanted, but surely that can be //all// she wants. Weakly, your arm reaches up, and you grab her tits, which makes her chuckle. You grope the large and heavy mounds, wondering what it would be like for her to press them against your face. You pinch her nipples, and she hums, reaching down to your chest to lightly caress your nipples in turn. "This would be the life, you know," she remarks. "Lying around just fondling each other, making you come until you faint…" "Hey," you chide. "I didn't faint." Your voice is shamelessly raw. She leans so she can look down at you. "You may as well have, you were drooling." You shake your head and look at her with bleary eyes. "I don't think I've ever come like that before…it took a lot out of me, so I don't know how…energetic I can be for you." Bryn looks down at you again, her eyes narrowed as she smirks. "Oh, little <<if $bodytype is 'broad and sturdy'>>bear<<elseif $bodytype is 'athletic and agile'>>wildcat<<elseif $bodytype is 'curvy'>>dove<<elseif $bodytype is 'toned and lean'>>fox<<elseif $bodytype is 'slender'>>mink<<elseif $bodytype is 'voluptuous'>>snowcat<</if>>...I'm not done with //you// yet…" "What?" Your mouth goes slack. She chuckles. "No, no…this is just a little break for you. I can't have you actually fainting on me. It's not as fun if I can't hear you moaning or watch you writhing." Your muscles are still shaking. "Bryn…I won't be able to //do// anything for you at this rate. I don't even know if I can stand up." Tweaking your nipple, she laughs fully. "Sweetheart, this //is// for me. I mean, I'll come, don't worry, but this is…this is more about the experience. Sex isn't just about the orgasm; I could even do without half the time." "Interesting," you muse as you begin to process what she's said. The tingling in your limbs has barely eased, and then you really realize the implication. She's going to…again…you're doing this //again//. You just had three of the most intense, nearly back-to-back orgasms. How can you go again so soon? Your eyes shoot up to find her already looking at you and smiling, her hand gently petting your head. "You've had a long enough break, little <<if $bodytype is 'broad and sturdy'>>bear<<elseif $bodytype is 'athletic and agile'>>wildcat<<elseif $bodytype is 'curvy'>>dove<<elseif $bodytype is 'toned and lean'>>fox<<elseif $bodytype is 'slender'>>mink<<elseif $bodytype is 'voluptuous'>>snowcat<</if>>." Bryn leaves you struggling to sit up as she lies out in the middle of the bed, moving the pillows so her head rests right on the mattress. Her hand beckons you over, so you crawl to her side. "I want you up over my face, sweetheart, keep moving." You blanch at first. She smirks. "If I don't get a taste, I will die of hunger. Get up here." You crawl over her, <<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>feeling awkward about the position<<else>>getting a little thrill with the //intimate// position<</if>>. Your knees rest on either side of the head, and her arms go up over your legs so she can hold you. She wastes no time in palming your hips and sliding her hands up to your lower back. The headboard of the bed is in front of you, and you wonder if you'll need to hang onto it. If you come like last time, you'll fall over for sure. As you stare down at Bryn, her face between your legs as her hands gently urge you to lean over her mouth. Her icy blue eyes meet your gaze, and curl up with the smile you know she has on her lips. "Don't be shy, I want you to fuck my face like your life depends on it." You follow the guidance of her hand and lower yourself over her, bracing your hands on the headboard as you feel the heat from her breath on your $cunt. <<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>Even for sex, this seems much more personal and physically intimate than your other interactions. You're nervous and feel shy, but you're also curious. Bryn obviously wants it, though, and you can't deny that it feels good enough to keep you there.<<else>>Normally, you're not too terribly shy about these things, but even this position makes you think twice. It's hard not to be a little intimidated by the unique physical intimacy of having someone's face tucked in your nethers. Bryn obviously wants it, and you're not about to deny her.<</if>> A lap of her tongue snaps you from any thought. Your grip on the headboard tightens as it slowly slides from your entrance to your $clit. Somehow, you are still quite sensitive from your last climax, though it's not as raw as before. Bryn moans, and you hear the squelch of your flesh as she tongues at your hole, using her hands to press you harder against her face. You tilt your head back as you focus on the twist of her tongue inside of you. She grabs each cleft of your ass and squeezes as she spreads them apart. It makes you feel exposed, but in a way that has you keening. Bryn moves her tongue from your hole to your $clit2, teasing with slow circles a few times before soothing it with a broad stroke. She takes it in her mouth and suckles, making your hips shake. You look down and only see her eyes as you whimper, which makes her groan with approval. She brings you to the point where you almost can't stand the sensation and then moves back to your entrance. Your eyes roll back as you feel her thick tongue circling your hole before she presses your hips down even harder to reach in as deep as she can. She eats you as if starving until she needs air and moves to your $clit again. Your hips continue to quiver, and your grip on the headboard is tight enough that the wood creaks. A new crescendo is building again; you feel it in the back of your head, a pleasant buzz. Your hips begin to chase it on their own, grinding against Bryn's face. Her hands tighten their hold as she moans against your $pussy, sending a new tingle of pleasure around your loins. Her tongue swipes in and out of your hole, and then she runs it the entire length of your sex, back and forth. Back and forth, until your mouth drops and your back curls in. Her sharp eyes watch your face twisted in pleasure as she moves to suck your $clit once more. Shamelessly, you keep rubbing against her mouth, which only makes her moan more and work harder to keep you falling apart. Your mind begins to shatter, and you lose track of everything around you before you feel a sharp smack against your ass and call out as the sting mixes with the pleasure. As Bryn's hands begin to slide up to meet your chest, you feel that you're nearing the edge. Dots cross your vision, little sparks of white and black dancing behind your eyelids. But it's slow. It's agonizingly slow, and all you can do is choke on each moan that leaves your throat as the muscles in your hips shake with weakness and pleasure. It rolls. It boils under the surface, and the pressure mounts with each thrust of her tongue, with each flick against your $clit. Frustration and rapture are at war with each other as you begin to //plead// with her to make you come. Her big hands stroke your $chest. You let out a pathetic whimper – one begging her to release you from torment. She twists both of your nipples. And you scream. Your body goes slack as it convulses with pleasure. You're only vaguely aware of being tossed down on the mattress as Bryn looms on top of you. Grabbing the bed linens, you call out as you feel her hot, wet cunt glide against your spread $pussy. She holds your legs open and out so she can thrust against you while you keep coming. The bed thumps and shakes with the movements. Tears blur your vision, and your mouth gapes like a fish thrown from the water. <<if $squirt is "yes">> Once more, you feel your $cunt erupt, spraying Bryn with your essence.<</if>> There's a numbness in your brain, and you feel like your body is about to float away. She keeps going until you are oversensitive. You whimper again, "No more, no more, no more…" dribbling from your lips. The pleasure burns as much as it delights, and you are treated to the sounds of Bryn moaning your name as she lets up and switches to something else. As you regain some awareness, you enjoy how her large breasts swing above you as she takes the remaining pleasure out of your body. Your loins are so sensitive that you feel just how swollen her clit is and how it swirls around and glides around your bud. The wet sound of your bodies slapping together is unmistakable, and you wonder if it's being heard through the entire inn. Everyone saw you leave with her. Everyone must know that it's you crying out in rapture because her pussy is driving hard against you. Everyone out there probably knows that she has wrecked you, and when they see you tomorrow, they'll be thinking about it. They'll all know what it sounds like when you come and how much you loved being her plaything. You reach up and pinch her nipples, making her call out, and just as it did to you, it makes her come, pushing her over the edge. Her large body shakes so hard that the bed rattles even more. She settles over you as she grinds her cunt against you, grabbing a fistful of your hair as she buries her face into the crook of your neck. You hear her growl and then feel her teeth along the tender flesh there as her grinding slows gradually. Once finished, she rolls off to one side, keeping one leg and one arm hooked over you. You both simply relax, completely spent. You've never felt a level of exhaustion with such a sense of bliss attached to it before. She moans with delight and snuggles close to you, holding you in a way that you'd almost say is possessive. Your eyes are heavy, you're drunk from sex, and you've never felt better. [[Sleep claims you swiftly.|Ch7.B.A.4]]

You open your eyes. The room is still dark, the weak glow from the oil lantern waning as the oil diminishes. You blink and contemplate shutting your eyes again. But then you hear the sounds of birds greeting the morning. Is it nearly sunrise? Turning your head, you look toward the window. It's still very dark, but an orange glow is barely peeking through. You grumble. As you continue to wake, you feel Bryn snug against you, breathing slowly with her hand over your chest. You're not sure how long you were at it last night, but it feels like you haven't slept in days. You shift a bit and barely bite back the groan when your body screams at you to stop. All your muscles feel like you scaled a mountain last night and then fell down it – and, technically, you do actually know how that feels. Not to mention, the ache in your loins. It dawns on you…there is no way you'll be able to sit in your saddle. The thought of bouncing around on your mount makes you hurt worse. Bryn suddenly takes a deep breath, and you feel her muscles stretch. In her sleepy state, her hips lightly thrust against you. You briefly worry that she will want to go again, and you are so sore and tired that there's no way you can deliver this morning. Her warm hand slides along your chest and then down your belly to your low abdomen. "I'm tempted," she says with a gruff voice. "But I know you must be sore." You sigh with relief. "Yes," you wheeze. Your voice is practically gone. She chuckles. "I'm never gonna forget last night, you know. If I see you again, I'll want more." You roll your eyes. "Do you tell everyone that the morning after?" you rasp. "No, I promise. Most fun I've had in years, probably. The faces you make and the sounds…//gods// it gets no better than that." She chuckles. "Most are too scared to just let me do what I want like that. Not that just a quick fuck is bad, but it's not as satisfying for me." "I mean…my pleasure, really." You chuckle, but it comes out in sad little puffs of air. Bryn hums. "You know…I like you, you're fun. Do you really need to leave with your little group?" "Hm?" You turn your head to face hers. "You could leave with me. We could fuck, just have fun. I have money and work, I'd take care of you. I've got friends too if I'm not enough to satisfy you." She grins. "I wouldn't mind waking up and seeing you broken and exhausted every morning…" You almost snort with surprise. Maybe if you weren't in danger of dying young, you could satisfy some literal wanderlust. "I'll tell you what, once my business is done and if we ever see each other again…maybe I'll agree to that." "I'll always be watching for this cute face wherever I go then." Bryn softly runs the back of her hand along your jaw. "You sound like you need some water… Honestly, you probably need a bath." You grumble and rest your head back down. The thought of getting up sounds awful. The bed shifts as Bryn gets out. She walks to the back of the room, and you hear the clinking of glass and then water pouring. You peek up to see her dip a rag in a basin and ring it out before returning to you. She looks softer in the small orange glow of the lantern and the rising sun, and you do wonder if she's always like this or if it's just appeasement for the stranger she bedded. But she smiles at you now, and even if you're strangers, she's being genuinely kind. "I'll help you roll over and clean up, and then we can ease you to stand. I have herbs for pain, if you need any. Once you get moving, your muscles will feel better. Hope I didn't take too much out of you, I know you'll be traveling today." "No, it's fine, really. Feeling like I do now, I'd go back and do it again. You were right, I won't forget it." You smile. "I won't either," Bryn says as she grabs you with warm hands and begins to help you get to the edge of the bed. You hold back a groan, but it doesn't feel as bad as you feared. Quietly, she cleans you, and it's oddly more intimate than the sex you had. She apologizes as she opens your legs and washes away the remnants of sex from your skin. "I'm gonna check inside – make sure I didn't cut you with my nails. I went really hard when I fingered you." You blanch as she places a finger at your entrance, but she comes up to kiss your jaw as she slips it in. Your body twitches at the intrusion, begging to rest. Her finger sweeps along your passage, slow and gentle. It makes you realize how sore you are on the inside, too. She kisses below your ear. "Anything sting?" You shake your head. "Sore?" You nod. "I don't feel any cuts." She kisses your neck, slowly. Even though you're sore and sex right now would only hurt, you can't help but be a little turned on. You realize that she's making what would be an awkward examination, something a bit more fun, and smile as she continues to suck along your neck and finish her check. "Thanks," you rasp as her hand withdraws. "One of my herbal pastes can be applied up there to help with the bruising, if you like, but I think you're good to go." She looks a little sad at the prospect. You shift around and do indeed feel like you're bruised. It will be uncomfortable for a while, but manageable. There will be no sitting in a saddle for a few days, you think. [[Worth it.|Ch7.JB.end]]

"Good job, little <<if $bodytype is 'broad and sturdy'>>bear<<elseif $bodytype is 'athletic and agile'>>wildcat<<elseif $bodytype is 'curvy'>>dove<<elseif $bodytype is 'toned and lean'>>fox<<elseif $bodytype is 'slender'>>mink<<elseif $bodytype is 'voluptuous'>>snowcat<</if>>. You made such pretty sounds for me." You didn't even know you were making that much sound. The finger up your backside is slowly withdrawn, making you twitch as she curls it to rub your sweet spot. As you continue to breathe through it, you hear the pop of a cork, and you're not about to ask where it came from. From just one climax, you almost feel spent. You can't imagine what more she would have in store after that, and you haven't even done anything to her yet. You're more perplexed how she managed to get you to come so hard. She runs her tongue along the shell of your ear. "We're not done…" "Huh?" you squeak, as you are still catching your breath. Her hand descends all the way to your groin once more, now oiled. You begin to squirm, knowing what she's about to do while you're still incredibly sensitive from orgasm. The conflict of your feelings about it begins a war within you. As Bryn's fingers slide against your $cock one by one – slowly – you jolt and call out. The sting of pleasure is almost too much. Your $dick was beginning to settle as the blood left it, but as she riles it with teasing strokes and squeezes, the life is forced back into it. Her grip and the sensation from the slippery oil send new tingles through you, compounding upon your spent nerves. You wriggle against her as pleasure and pain collide, but she holds tight, looming over you, heavy tits pressed against your back like weights to pin you. Your hips buck against her hand, seeking relief and stimulation in tandem. Your $cock gripped so tightly in her hand is making you feel things you've never quite felt before. She slips her hand over the <<if $ejac is "yes">>weeping<</if>> head of your rod, making you fight harder against her. The sensation is almost too much to handle, and you call out with frustration. You almost can't tell if you like it, but your body betrays you by thrusting into her hand. Bryn manages to wring a //whimper// out of you, and then chuckles in your ear. "You're already halfway to mewling for me, dear." <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>You shake your head as you hold back another moan.<<else>>You grit your teeth. "Fuck you," you hiss through them as you shudder.<</if>> Her hand speeds up, putting more pressure on your too-sensitive $dick, focusing quick strokes against the tip. <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>"What's that? Are you resisting little <<if $bodytype is 'broad and sturdy'>>bear<<elseif $bodytype is 'athletic and agile'>>wildcat<<elseif $bodytype is 'curvy'>>dove<<elseif $bodytype is 'toned and lean'>>fox<<elseif $bodytype is 'slender'>>mink<<elseif $bodytype is 'voluptuous'>>snowcat<</if>>? Cute."<<else>>"That's exactly what I'm doing little <<if $bodytype is 'broad and sturdy'>>bear<<elseif $bodytype is 'athletic and agile'>>wildcat<<elseif $bodytype is 'curvy'>>dove<<elseif $bodytype is 'toned and lean'>>fox<<elseif $bodytype is 'slender'>>mink<<elseif $bodytype is 'voluptuous'>>snowcat<</if>>. Be good and fall apart for me."<</if>> She continues to work your sex furiously as she pushes you toward the bed. It's only a few steps, but each one is nearly impossible without her hold on you. You can feel another orgasm teetering right behind your core, burning like fire, but not budging to the surface. The sound of her hand against your oil-slicked flesh is tremendously loud. Had you any wits left, you'd almost be embarrassed by it. Once you've reached the bed, her fingers move to your base to pump hard into your root. She's forcing you to come again. "Here we are," she coos. Your legs quiver as you hunch over as much as you can, your moaning picking up and getting louder as climax begins to breach the surface. "I'm not gonna hurt you, mind, but I wanna move things along." You can barely understand what she's saying. Your eyes roll back, and your mouth drops as the back of your head suddenly goes numb. All you do is shake and choke on your moans. And then Bryn tosses you on the bed. You're coming, writhing around on your back, as she joins you<<if $ejac is "yes">> and cum shoots against your stomach<</if>>. With no reprieve, her oiled hand goes right back to your ass, two fingers now slipping into your passage and thrusting hard. You find your voice, calling out as your back arches. The pads of her fingers stroke you with hard and precise motions, and she knows that she's found what she wants when you scream. "That's it, sweetheart, that's it," she says lowly. "Scream, scream for me." You do once more, flopping around as she pummels your sweet spot and launches you into another, more intense orgasm.<<if $ejac is "yes">> Thick ropes burst from your tip, coating your $cock, stomach, and thighs<</if>> And she keeps going just as hard, pinning you down with her opposite hand as her fingers thrust inside over and over until you can do nothing but quiver with ecstasy. "Good <<if $pronouns is 'she'>>girl<<elseif $pronouns is 'he'>>boy<<else>>little heart<</if>>; you're doing so perfectly. Your face is beautiful right now." Bryn's movements slow, giving you sweet relief of another kind, but she still doesn't stop. <<if $ejac is "yes">>Your seed slides along your thighs and drips to the bedding, and though your $cock continues to pulse, it can give no more. She hums in approval. "Oh, what a treat you've given me, $mc. You should see this, you soaked the linens."<</if>> Finally, her hand withdraws. You lie boneless on the bed, spread out and staring up at the ceiling. Your skin tingles everywhere, and there's a low buzzing in your ears. Your partner moves about, but you don't know or care what she's up to at the moment. Gently, Bryn wipes around your mouth and chin with a soft cloth. You're drooling… [[And then you feel her stroke your hair.|Ch7.B.B.3]]

She sits next to you on the bed, and at some point, she pulls you into her lap. You realize that you've been staring up into her breasts and not the ceiling. She plays with your hair as your heart's rapid pace finally calms. You're dizzy, but you don't feel ill. A pleasant haze settles over you. As your mind finally comes out of its stupor, you begin to wonder how you'll even physically be able to continue. You've not done anything for Bryn yet but be her plaything. Of course…maybe that's what she wanted, but surely that can be //all// she wants. Weakly, your arm reaches up, and you grab her tits, which makes her chuckle. You grope the large and heavy mounds, wondering what it would be like for her to press them against your face. You pinch her nipples, and she hums, reaching down to your $chest to lightly caress your nipples in turn. "This would be the life, you know," she remarks. "Lying around just fondling each other, making you come until you faint…" "Hey," you chide. "I didn't faint." Your voice is shamelessly raw. She leans so she can look down at you. "You may as well have, you were drooling." You shake your head and look at her with bleary eyes. "I don't think I've ever come like that before…it took a lot out of me, so I don't know how…energetic I can be for you."<<if $ejac is "yes">> There's so much come coating you, the bed, and the floor that the well must surely be dry by now.<</if>> Bryn looks down at you again, her eyes narrowed as she smirks. "Oh, little <<if $bodytype is 'broad and sturdy'>>bear<<elseif $bodytype is 'athletic and agile'>>wildcat<<elseif $bodytype is 'curvy'>>dove<<elseif $bodytype is 'toned and lean'>>fox<<elseif $bodytype is 'slender'>>mink<<elseif $bodytype is 'voluptuous'>>snowcat<</if>>...I'm not done with //you// yet…" "What?" Your mouth goes slack. She chuckles. "No, no…this is just a little break for you. I can't have you actually fainting on me. It's not as fun if I can't hear you moaning or watch you writhing. Besides, a little rest will help you get $hard for me again, and if you can't – well, there are other things I can do to you..." Your muscles are still shaking. "Bryn…I won't be able to //do// anything for you at this rate. I don't even know if I can stand up." Tweaking your nipple, she laughs fully. "Sweetheart, this //is// for me. I mean, I'll come with your help or not, don't worry, but this is…this is more about the experience. Sex isn't just about the orgasm for me; I could even do without half the time." "Interesting," you muse as you begin to process what she's said. The tingling in your limbs has barely eased, and then you really realize the implication. She's going to…again…you're doing this //again//. You just had three of the most intense, nearly back-to-back orgasms. How can you go again so soon? Can you even still get $hard?<<if $ejac is "yes">> Could you possibly ejaculate more?<</if>> Your eyes shoot up to find her already looking at you and smiling, her hand gently petting your head. "You've had a long enough break, little <<if $bodytype is 'broad and sturdy'>>bear<<elseif $bodytype is 'athletic and agile'>>wildcat<<elseif $bodytype is 'curvy'>>dove<<elseif $bodytype is 'toned and lean'>>fox<<elseif $bodytype is 'slender'>>mink<<elseif $bodytype is 'voluptuous'>>snowcat<</if>>." Bryn leaves you struggling to sit up as she lies out in the middle of the bed, moving the pillows so she can lean up slightly on them. Her hand beckons you over, so you crawl to her side. "You like my tits?" she asks, palming them to press them together. As if she even needs to question it. "Yes…" You gawk at the heavy passes smashing together, dark centers against her lighter skintone. A smattering of freckles decorates them. "Good, you're going to fuck them." You look down at your $penis, it's flaccid. She's grinning when your eyes move to hers. <<if $buttstuff is "yes">>"Don't worry," she says. "You know how it goes. I'll work my magic in that pretty ass of yours, and I bet $heshe'll rise again.<<else>>"I see smoke from your ears," she says with a laugh. "Not to worry, I bet you'll get it up once I finger-fuck you again. I told you, it will show you a new world of pleasure.<</if>> And I knew when I laid eyes on you that you were more than just a one-and-done sort, even if you didn't know it yourself." "I still think I'm sensitive…" You lament, giving yourself one stroke to test and shivering slightly at the feeling. Her eyes go softer. "Don't fret. If it works, it works; if it doesn't, nothing is lost. Now, get on top of me and slip your meat through my tits." With a roll of your eyes, you do as she requests…demands. You straddle her abdomen, and delight in how she begins to rub your legs up to your hips before cupping your backside and giving it a good squeeze. She moves her hands, and then you hear the pop of the cork again. "How do you…where?" You look around the bed. She works the oil with one hand before returning it to your ass. "Everything on me might be a bit bigger than most, but it doesn't mean I'm not sneaky." You jolt as her fingers part your ass and slide right down the center to your hole. Right as you look down to meet her eyes again, you feel it press in. A muted groan leaves your lips. Shutting your eyes, you linger motionless while she works you open again. "Now, little <<if $bodytype is 'broad and sturdy'>>bear<<elseif $bodytype is 'athletic and agile'>>wildcat<<elseif $bodytype is 'curvy'>>dove<<elseif $bodytype is 'toned and lean'>>fox<<elseif $bodytype is 'slender'>>mink<<elseif $bodytype is 'voluptuous'>>snowcat<</if>>, I'm going to go harder with my fingers this time, okay?" You nod as you pitch forward. "That's my good <<if $pronouns is 'she'>>girl<<elseif $pronouns is 'he'>>boy<<else>>heart<</if>>. <<if $buttstuff is "no">>I promise, you'll be able to take it, and I'm not going to hurt you. I'll use more fingers and more force, and if it gets to be too much, tell me, and I will stop.<<else>>You probably know your limit, but if it gets to be too much, tell me, and I will stop.<</if>>" "Okay," you say breathily as she sweeps against something nice inside you. You're not about to tell her that you don't think she'll hit your limit – not if you're honest with yourself. There's a deep craving to be at her mercy. "Lookie there…" she says. You open your eyes and see your $penis rising to the occasion. It glistens with oil<<if $ejac is "yes">> as well as your cum, though your partner doesn't seem to mind<</if>>. Reaching down, you grab her breasts on either side and press them together. You marvel at how //heavy// they are. They're surprisingly firm, but you think credit is due to how muscular she is. You squeeze them, and she moans for you. Bryn adds a second finger to your hole, making you pause a moment.<<if $buttstuff is "no">> You take a few breaths to settle yourself.<</if>> Your $cock responds readily. Each time she hits anywhere near your sweet spot, it sends a jolt of pleasure through it. A pleasant buzzing sensation sits at the tip. With her tits pressed together, you bring your $dick to them and begin to nudge it in between the large mounds. You hum with delight at the feeling, breaching into the tight confines, feeling the heat, and loving the sight of your length disappearing between them. For a moment, it's a little awkward to find your rhythm with her fingers, but she matches you once you find something you like. All you can do is stare as you thrust between her tits, the oil making delicious wet sounds. The headboard of the bed lightly thumps against the wall, but right now you couldn't care less if anyone hears. With a shiver, you pull your $cock out and slap it against each of her nipples. She moans for you, pushing her fingers harder up into you and firmly against your walls. You dive back in faster, entranced by fucking her breasts. Bryn leans her head up and sticks out her tongue, eyes looking up at you. You shiver at the sight, thrusting harder so your tip breaches the top of her tits. You lean closer to try to get in contact with her tongue. She's teasing you, but you don't care. "//Fuck//," you groan, feeling the wet tip of your tongue on your head. Gasping as you feel the surge, you quicken your pace. You almost can't believe that you're coming again. Bryn is relentless against your sweet spot, pressing it hard rather than thrusting in. The headboard clangs against the wall harder as you begin to lose it. The intensity is almost frightening, and you feel like your entire body will literally burst with orgasm – but //not// coming might kill you too. A flood of curses escapes your lips. You let out a pathetic whimper – one begging her to release you from torment. You're only vaguely aware of suddenly being tossed to the bed on your back with Bryn looming over you. She grabs your ankles roughly and bends you in half until your knees nearly touch your chest. You call out as her hot, wet cunt sinks down on your shaft. It's amazingly tight and engulfs your $cock completely. Convulsions of pleasure take you over, and you //scream// as she fucks you hard into the bed, making it rattle and jump with every motion. "Give it to me!" she commands. "Give me what I want!" You claw at the bedding as your body shakes, <<if $ejac is "yes">>and your $cock bursts inside of her, filling her cunt with cum you did not know you still had left<<else>>and your sex pulses and spasms with pleasure<</if>>. Tears blur your vision, and your mouth gapes like a fish thrown from the water. There's a numbness in your brain, and you feel like your body is about to float away. <<if $ejac is "yes">>Your seed trickles from her pussy and down to your chest.<</if>> You can't come anymore, you can't, but your body won't let go of it. The wet sound of your bodies slapping together is unmistakable, and you wonder if it's being heard through the entire inn. Everyone saw you leave with her. Everyone must know that it's you crying out in rapture because her pussy is driving hard against you. Everyone out there probably knows that she has wrecked you, and when they see you tomorrow, they'll be thinking about it. They'll all know what it sounds like when you come and how much you loved being her plaything. The way her hips come down on you makes you want to live like this forever. The temptation to leave with her and live to satisfy her fetishes is very real, but you know it can never happen. You reach up and pinch her nipples, making her call out as she comes, pushing her over the edge. Her large body shakes so hard that the bed rattles even more. She settles over you as she grinds her cunt down on your $cock. You hear her growl as her grinding slows gradually. Once finished, she rolls off to one side, parting from your union with a loud squelch. She keeps one leg and one arm hooked over you. You both simply relax, completely spent. You've never felt a level of exhaustion with such a sense of bliss attached to it before. She moans with delight and snuggles close to you, holding you in a way that you'd almost say is possessive. Your eyes are heavy, you're drunk from sex, and you've never felt better. [[Sleep claims you swiftly.|Ch7.B.B.4]]

You open your eyes. The room is still dark, the weak glow from the oil lantern waning as the oil diminishes. You blink and contemplate shutting your eyes again. But then you hear the sounds of birds greeting the morning. Is it nearly sunrise? Turning your head, you look toward the window. It's still very dark, but an orange glow is barely peeking through. You grumble. As you continue to wake, you feel Bryn snug against you, breathing slowly with her hand over your chest. You're not sure how long you were at it last night, but it feels like you haven't slept in days. You shift a bit and barely bite back the groan when your body screams at you to stop. All your muscles feel like you scaled a mountain last night and then fell down it – and, technically, you do actually know how that feels. Not to mention the ache in your butt. It dawns on you…there is no way you'll be able to sit in your saddle. The thought of bouncing around on your mount makes you hurt worse. <<if $buttstuff is "yes">>Experienced be damned – you're definitely bruised.<<else>>Nothing like a rough ride for your first experience with the…area.<</if>> You've never met anyone with so much strength just in their fingers. Bryn suddenly takes a deep breath, and you feel her muscles stretch. In her sleepy state, her hips lightly thrust against you. You briefly worry that she will want to go again, and you are so sore and tired that there's no way you can deliver this morning. There's no way your $dick is stirring for //anything// for a while. It may need a sling now. Her warm hand slides along your chest and then down your belly to your low abdomen. "I'm tempted," she says with a gruff voice. "But I know you must be //spent//." You sigh with relief. "Yes," you wheeze. Your voice is practically gone. She chuckles. "I'm never gonna forget last night, you know. If I see you again, I'll want more." You roll your eyes. "Do you tell everyone that the morning after?" you rasp. "No, I promise. Most fun I've had in years, probably. The faces you make and the sounds…//gods// it gets no better than that." She chuckles. "Most are too scared to just let me do what I want like that. Not that just a quick fuck is bad, but it's not as satisfying for me." "I mean…my pleasure, really." You chuckle, but it comes out in sad little puffs of air. Bryn hums. "You know…I like you, you're fun. Do you really need to leave with your little group?" "Hm?" You turn your head to face hers. "You could leave with me. We could fuck, just have fun. I have money and work, I'd take care of you. I've got friends too if I'm not enough to satisfy you." She grins. "I wouldn't mind waking up and seeing you broken and exhausted every morning…" You almost snort with surprise. Maybe if you weren't in danger of dying young, you could satisfy some literal wanderlust. "I'll tell you what, once my business is done and if we ever see each other again…maybe I'll agree to that." "I'll always be watching for this cute face wherever I go then." Bryn softly runs the back of her hand along your jaw. "You sound like you need some water… Honestly, you probably need a bath.<<if $ejac is "yes">> There's cum fucking everywhere…<</if>>" You grumble and rest your head back down. The thought of getting up sounds awful. The bed shifts as Bryn gets out. She walks to the back of the room, and you hear the clinking of glass and then water pouring. You peek up to see him dip a rag in a basin and ring it out before returning to you. She looks softer in the small orange glow of the lantern and the rising sun, and you do wonder if she's always like this or if it's just appeasement for the stranger she bedded. But she smiles at you now, and even if you're strangers, she's being genuinely kind. "I'll help you roll over and clean up, and then we can ease you to stand. I have herbs for pain, if your ass hurts. Once you get moving, your muscles will feel better. Hope I didn't take too much out of you, I know you'll be traveling today." "No, it's fine, really. Feeling like I do now, I'd go back and do it again. You were right, I won't forget it." You smile. "I won't either," Bryn says as she grabs you with warm hands and begins to help you get to the edge of the bed. You hold back a groan, but it doesn't feel as bad as you feared. Quietly, she cleans you, and it's oddly more intimate than the sex you had. She apologizes as she opens your legs and washes away the remnants of sex from your skin. "I'm gonna check inside – make sure I didn't cut you with my nails. I went really hard when I fingered you." You blanch as she places a finger at your entrance, but she comes up to kiss your jaw as she slips it in. Your body twitches at the intrusion, begging to rest. Her finger sweeps along your passage, slow and gentle. It makes you realize how sore and swollen you are inside as well. She kisses below your ear. "Anything sting?" You shake your head. "Sore?" You nod. "I don't feel any cuts." She kisses your neck, slowly. Even though you're sore and sex right now would only hurt, you can't help but be a little turned on. You realize that she's making what would be an awkward examination, something a bit more fun, and smile as she continues to suck along your neck and finish her check. "Thanks," you rasp as her hand withdraws. "One of my herbal pastes can be applied up there to help with the bruising, if you like, but I think you're good to go." She looks a little sad at the prospect. You shift around and do indeed feel like you're bruised. It will be uncomfortable for a while, but manageable. There will be no sitting in a saddle for a few days, you think. [[Worth it.|Ch7.JB.end]]

<<if $phobia is "centipede">>You yelp as you dance away from the creepy crawly with far too many legs. You've never seen one so massive before. It makes your stomach turn as much as it makes you want to run up a tree. Zahn rushes over upon hearing you, but once $Zheshe sees what the fuss is about, $Zheshe yells and leaps onto the wagon. After some improvised dancing, you avoid the creature and get the crate on the wagon, glaring at Zahn. "Impressive moves," Duri quips. You turn your glare to $Dhimher instead. "Give me a break, I hate those." The demigod shrugs. "They're not that bad. You're way bigger, there's nothing to be scared of." You shake your head. "Nope, doesn't matter. That does not make me feel better."<<elseif $phobia is "spider">>You yelp as you dance away from the creepy crawly with too many legs and a bulbous body. You've never seen one so massive before. It makes your stomach turn as much as it makes you want to run up a tree. Aster comes over to see why you're fussing, only to recoil as well, making a disgusted noise. After some improvised dancing, you avoid the creature and get the crate on the wagon, glaring at Aster for being no help or support whatsoever. "Impressive moves," Duri quips. You turn your glare to $Dhimher instead. "Give me a break, I hate those." The demigod shrugs. "They're not that bad. You're way bigger, there's nothing to be scared of." <<elseif $phobia is "snake">>You yelp as you dance away from the slithering creature with too few legs and eyes that want to murder you. It has the nerve to coil up and bare its open mouth at you, showing off tiny, horrible teeth. At least it's not venomous, but it still makes you want to run up a tree. Duri rushes over to help, only to yelp when $Dheshe spots the snake. $Dcapitalheshe bounds over to Oswin and jumps on his back. After some careful maneuvering, you avoid the creature and get the crate on the wagon, glaring at Duri for being no help or support whatsoever. Oswin is looking rather nonplussed with the demigod as well. The //demigod// who is also afraid of snakes. Zahn walks over and scoops the angry noodle up with a hand right behind its head. It struggles and writhes, body wrapping around $Zhisher hand as if it could squeeze the life out of its captor. "Got it!" $Zheshe proudly calls. "Just a little guy…" You shiver. "Nope, do not care. They are all awful, no matter the size. Don't tell me you're going to eat this one too." "Nah," $Zheshe says. "I'll toss him away in the woods. Hopefully, he leaves and doesn't get trampled." Zahn leaves to return the snake to the wild as Aster levels you with a horrified look. "What did you mean by //eat this one ''too''//?" <<else>>You yelp and dance away before you realize there's no horrible creature after you. A strip of leather from one of the harnesses was merely caught under the crate and moved when you lifted it. You huff a breath of relief as Rune peeks from inside the wagon at you to make sure you're alright. That certainly woke you up.<</if>> Pushing through the residual nerves, you help load the cart and get it ready to go. Rune and Duri head back into the inn to request a bit more food for the road while Oswin and Zahn ensure all the waterskins are full. Aster…supervises from atop his horse. It's still early enough that most patrons and merchants aren't out and about yet. <<if $Nflirt is "yes">>Your eyes wander over to where you know Nathanael's colorful caravan sits. Maybe you'd have time to say goodbye… "Looking for me, my darling?" a familiar voice asks. You spin to see the man himself before you. "Nathan!" you bark in surprise. "You look a lot better." He checks himself over and smooths his hands over his red robes. "Why, how correct you are, I look marvelous," he says with a note of amazement in his tone. You won't mention the dark bags under his poor eyes, but he does look more like himself. Aster makes a disgruntled noise. Nathan raises an eyebrow but doesn't acknowledge him. "Off already, young Northbreaker?" "Yes, we'll be going shortly. I'm glad I got to see you one last time, though." "As am I. Perhaps I'll head out in the coming days as well and venture back to Stonebrook. Will I see you there soon?" A tingle of nerves goes through you. Assuming you survive… "Yeah," you say. The merchant's brow furrows. "Be very careful, my dear. The roads are generally safe, but be on your guard. Strange things sometimes happen." Aster huffs again. "$capitalheshe will be fine, old man. Why are you so fussed over it anyway?" At a glance, one wouldn't notice that Nathanael even heard Aster, but you don't miss a subtle twitch in his eye. "Oh!" Nathan says. "Silly me. There I go again, having a care about people who are important to me." He glares at Aster. "Though I fail to see how it concerns you, //youngster//. Perhaps you lack the experience in life to understand such feelings." Aster works his jaw but says nothing, keeping his gaze forward. <<if $merchantopinion >= 30>>"Darling, I won't take too much of your time. If I make you late for your travels, Oswin may have my head. But…I wanted to give you something." You turn your head in question. He holds his hands in front of him, showing you his palms, where you notice, for the first time, faded tattoos covering them. With a flourish of movement, twisting his hands around and criss-crossing them together until he opens his hand and a flower has somehow appeared in it. It's a beautiful white bloom that almost resembles a rose, but with delicate petals that are more pointed. His cheeks are a bit pink. "It's a gardenia, a tricky little blossom. I wasn't sure if you were the flower sort, but I have always had a dear love for them. They are the jewels of the earth, I suppose." He tucks the flower behind your ear. "Don't feel the need to keep it or wear it, but I wanted you to have it and just know that I think of you." <<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>Your blood heats as your heart flutters at the sweet gesture.<<else>>You're moved to near silence, staring into his hazel eyes.<</if>> Smiling, you reach up and touch the soft petals. "Thank you," you whisper. "My pleasure. Perhaps I shall craft something lovely for you next time, hm?"<<else>>"I would be remiss if I did not seek you out just to see your face one last time before you are off again. I'm fortunate to have caught you. I also wanted to thank you for showing me such concern before." You wave your hand. "You're welcome, it's the least I could do. I hope you're doing better from here on out." "Should I do poorly again, I believe your visage alone will cure me of any ills." He winks.<</if>> <<if $Astat is 'romantic' or $Astat is 'conflicted'>>Another disgusted noise comes from Aster. "Do you mind?" he snaps. "Need you drool all over $himher?" Nathanael snorts a laugh. "Jealous, are you, young one?" "//No//," Aster sneers. "You seem a bit old to me to be fawning over $mc. It's disgusting, $heshe can do better." "Hm, I suppose you wouldn't understand, given how your relatively short existence has already left you a bit jaded. I don't think $mc is complaining about my attention. The benefit to age is knowing what you want, having the maturity to handle it, and understanding the depth of another's soul." "Excuses," he spits back. "And I am not //jaded//. You do not even know me." The merchant chuckles. "On the contrary, you broadcast exactly who you are. Well, who you want others to see at least. You're easier to read than Twinflower." You watch as the scholar turns red in the face and twists Samra's reins in his hands before urging her onward. "Prickly," Nathan muses. You nod. "He seemed a bit more…upset than normal." "It's probably my many, many years of experience, but an animal is more likely to bite out of fear than out of malice." Fear? It makes you wonder. What would Aster be afraid of?<<else>>Aster sighs heavily. Nathan grins in a way that reminds you of Duri when $Dheshe is up to something. "Aw, are you bored? Shall I retrieve some toys from my cart to keep you occupied?" "Whatever, old man." Aster urges Samra forward, leaving you alone.<</if>> Nathan sighs. "Well, I shall turn you loose again. Safe travels, $mc. I hope to see you soon, truly. Keep your eyes on that prickly thing you're traveling with." He bows deeply to you. <<if $N7touch is "yes">>With your eyes caught up in his gaze, you find yourself reaching up and sweeping your fingers through the hair along his temple. "Be well, Nathanael. I hope to see you soon, too."<<else>>You give him a warm smile as you return the bow. "Be well, Nathanael. I hope to see you soon, too."<</if>> As the merchant wanders off somewhere through the market stalls, you climb up on the wagon and await the others.<<else>>You wonder how Nathanael is getting along and hope that he's sleeping off whatever issue has been bothering him. With nothing left to do, you climb onto the wagon and await the others.<</if>> It doesn't take long before all business is concluded and you are off once more. [[You wonder what the road holds for you this time.|7.32]]

It turns out that the road holds almost nothing for you… The weather stays mostly clear, with only a partial day of light rain. The mounts are lively and in good humor, and the road is easy. You had some company with other travelers for a short time after you left Foster's Rest, but once you took the road north that led to the Fields, you were all completely alone. One of the fellow travelers even shouted a warning to you not to venture too close. <<if $Orelationship is "love">>With so much uneventful time on your hands, you find that your mind keeps drifting to Oswin and your future together. A future that you will fight hard to ensure happens.<<else>>With so much uneventful time on your hands, you find that your mind keeps drifting to…<<listbox "$mainRO" autoselect>> <<option "Zahn">> <<option "Duri">> <<option "Rune">> <<option "Aster">> <<option "Nathan">> <</listbox>> {Choose a romantic interest to focus on or a friend.}<</if>> Eventually, you end up only a couple of days out from your goal, expecting the landscape to change or for some ominous warning sign to appear. But nothing happens. The land is still familiar, birds are still in the air, and the trees are still healthy. Everything seems very normal for there to be a blighted wasteland just further down the road. You're camped in a wooded area just a little way off the road, trying not to think about what you must do soon. Aster would know more about this than anyone, you think, and he doesn't seem terribly nervous. Duri also seems quite relaxed, though Zahn is showing some signs of nervousness. Oswin remains resolute as always, focusing on getting things done and keeping things running smoothly. The night is perfect, though, and you can't help but still remain relaxed. You'll have the chance to worry when you get closer… Right now, you just need to enjoy a peaceful night… <<if $touching is "all">>$flirt_label $flirt_label [[This may be your last chance for a while to be alone with Oswin…|7.Oxp]] [[It may be your last night before you have any worries…|7.33]]<<else>>[[It may be your last night before you have any worries…|7.33]]<</if>>

You watch the man you love fuss over the campfire and over making sure everyone has food and water. If there is one thing that has been different as you've been on the road, it's been the way Oswin looks at you and how his touches seem to linger. You've caught him watching you with a dreamy smile on his face more than once. He's even gotten braver about touch. Now that the barriers between you and Oswin are down, you notice him just relaxing a lot more. In some ways, he's still his guarded self, but there's a softness about him that you have not seen since he was a smiling and giggling child. You've been stealing little gestures of affection – soft touches and a peck of a kiss – here and there to encourage him to do more. He warned you he had no experience with such things, and your first real kiss made that evident. But that's okay, you can be his first and last everything. You've been aching to take things a little further. Oswin, being inexperienced in the realm of physical pleasure, has made you more keen. He needs to start slowly, and though you are eager, you also want to prolong it. <<if $firsts is "none">>You're excited to experience more firsts with him.<<else>>You can't wait to see how he reacts to each and every new thing.<</if>> Camp is still peaceful. It's been a nice, long evening so far, and everyone is relaxing by the fire as Rune plays the lute and sings. No one really wants to think about what The Fields will have in store, intent to enjoy this moment. It gives you an idea. It may be a while before you get this chance again, and a part of you whispers that you may never get it again if your journey ends abruptly. So you subtly signal to Oswin, beckoning for him to meet you, before quietly scuttling off to the thicket of trees a ways away from camp. Everyone is so distracted that they don't notice. Oswin follows a short time later, with a worried look on his face. He places gentle and calloused palms over your cheeks. "Are you okay? You seem flustered." His green eyes shine with so much care. "I'm fine," you say. "I just wanted a moment alone with you while they're all having fun." "Oh?" Oswin's face shifts in relief as he smiles. "Does that mean I…we…kiss? We can kiss, right? Again…I'd like to." He clears his throat and then apologizes in a small voice. You smirk and go in for the kiss. Oswin follows your lead, and you note him focusing on the way your lips move so he can imitate it. You suck on his lower lip, making him groan, before digging your hands into his hair and pressing your tongue along the seam of his mouth. He opens for you, acting insecure but willing. Your tongues glide together, eliciting a long and deep moan from Oswin as he presses into you. He's getting lost in the feeling. <<if $firsts is "none">>You can't deny, that you are too.<</if>> Oswin gropes at your hips and then moves one hand up to the small of your back and splays it to press you closer. As your pelvis meets his, you feel that he's hard beneath the confines of his trousers. He keeps kissing and sucking at your lips and tongue, completely lost in a haze of new pleasure. But you want more. <<if $firsts is "none">>Your need easily outweighs any reservation you feel from inexperience.<</if>> You've been curious for a while about what type of sword Oswin wields in private. Sure, you've glimpsed it here and there, but you've never truly //looked// or been close enough for your liking. He doesn't seem to be aware that he's instinctively rutting it against you right now, either. [[You want to see him come undone by your hand…or your mouth. Perhaps both.|Ch.7.O.2]]

It becomes very evident very fast that you're headed towards something //different//. You pass several signs with large warnings to stay clear of the Fields. One such sign displays a memorial for an adventurer who never returned. Everything around you still appears normal, but the atmosphere is different. Even the mounts feel it, becoming more nervous the closer you get. Once you see a towering greyish haze in the air in the distance, you know that you no longer need to guess how close you are. It's late enough by the time you'll reach the Fields that you will need to camp for the night. Going into such a place in the dark will only spell disaster. The closer you get, the stranger the air around you becomes. The horses are irritated, their ears twitching in search of danger. $mountname grunts and prances anxiously, settling little when you try to soothe the poor <<if $mount is 'mule'>>mule<<else>>horse<</if>>. Everyone remains quiet – stoic in the face of palpable evil. You're about a thirty-minute ride away from a strange wall of dusty grey that obscures the view beyond. It must be the boundary. A figure appears from the trees off the side of the road, waving at you. You all look at each other, wondering what another soul is doing out here. They walk out a ways, and a few others follow, all in various states of dress, and a couple completely nude. Duri chuckles. "Hey, my people," $Dheshe muses. "Oh," Rune says. "I think this is a coven…" You tilt your head. "A coven?" "They're usually quite private. Witches sometimes stay together in larger groups. I've read that some worship the magic in the fields." Oswin hums. "Are they peaceful?" "We're about to find out," Aster says, leaning back in his saddle. The first one you saw, a woman, from the group approaches slowly, the others watching carefully, seeming leery of you. "She waves again. Her long hair is such a pale blond that it is nearly white, and her eyes are a stormy grey, one is murky as if a film is over it. She wears a plain beige dress with a grey smock over it, though she wears several items of jewelry – wooden bangles along her wrists and ankles and long beaded necklaces. "Hello, are one of you a Twinflower?" she asks in a soft voice. Oswin jolts in surprise. "Yes…I am." "Very good," she replies. "I am Sonnet, Matron of the Field Witches. Your sisters sent word that you were coming our way." "You know my sisters?" She nods. "Very well, they are good friends to our village. You and your companions are all very welcome to stay with us. We have prepared tents and supplies. If you refuse, we will not be offended." Sonnet bows her head. As you look back at the trees, you see more curious onlookers along with a few kids giggling and pointing toward you and a couple of the others. Oswin scratches his head. "I never knew my sisters had been out this far before." Sonnet nods. "We meet halfway sometimes, and I have been to Stonebrook a few times. That is how we met. I could sense them, and the magic brought our lives together. They have been kind, and I would reflect that kindness to their dear brother and your party." You almost want to argue about Sage and Poppy being kind, but you hold your tongue. Oswin dismounts, and everyone follows suit. "Alright, lead the way." She smiles. The kids in the trees yip excitedly and run out to crowd around her. Some cling to her dress while others look over each one of you with curiosity. An older boy, perhaps close to his nameday, with dark eyes and hair, looks at you with a shy smile and gives you a small wave before running off ahead. You're led into a little village mostly made of rough-hewn huts, lean-tos, and tents. There are small market stalls and people milling about. Several people are curious about you and watch. When you meet their gaze, they smile and wave. The atmosphere here is oddly lighter and sweeter than the one just over on the road. The ominous foggy wall of the Fields looms just outside of their little village. How does it not intimidate them? Sonnet leads you to two large tents, with a spot for a fire between them, as well as sacks of supplies. She gestures toward it. "This is for your stay. There is food, water, and medicine. Take all you need, you may need it…if you survive." You swallow. Rune steps forward. "Would you please sate my curiosity and explain why you have a village so close to such a vile place?" "Gladly," she says. "Our people have been here for many years. We serve as sentinels for the fields. We warn those who would brave them and provide aid to those who escape." "I thought no one escapes," Aster says. "Oh, people do as long as they do not make it too far. A man once wandered in out of curiosity and came back just a moment later, missing a leg. The price was steep, but he was no longer curious." "What do you do here aside from helping travelers?" you ask. "We seek to calm the magic in the fields. The work is long, but we have seen success over the years. By drawing it out little by little and befriending it, the darkness that causes the corruption can be soothed. The despair you feel outside of the protective barrier of our village is the magic within the fields crying for help. It is grief, madness, and chaos that lash out because of pain, not because of evil. One day, we’ll purge the despair and return life to the land." "So, do you enter the fields?" Rune asks. Sonnet nods. "At times, though, we usually draw the magic out to us so it is safer." "I thought there were demons inside…" Zahn adds. "That is what a demon is. Many think them to be beings on their own, but it is magic that has been twisted into something vile that creates a demon. It can inhabit a corpse or be bound to an object, which will only twist it further. Magic is just as varied as humans, and can be just as broken. And like people, it can be healed." Aster scoffs, but Sonnet only smiles at him. Duri stands close to you with arms folded, looking around at all the people who have come to see you. "You honor us," Sonnet says to $Dhimher. $Dcapitalheshe looks around. "Me?" She smiles. "The light around you, you are a demigod, are you not?" "You can tell?" Duri reaches up to $Dhisher head as if checking to make sure $Dhisher ears aren't out. With a nod, Sonnet gestures toward $Dhimher. "Your light is golden, and your soul is strong." She tilts her head. "A child of Valko?" The crowd around you gasps with delight, pushing closer to see Duri. The demigod nods, but looks almost disappointed. "Yes." "Then you must be Inola's favored one." The crowd stirs even more. Duri stiffens. "She is a revered priestess in our history. We honor her legacy of care and devotion." $Dcapitalheshe shifts uncomfortably, but seems touched. "Thank you," $Dheshe says quietly. "I will leave you to make yourselves at home and rest. Feel free to explore the camp and mingle with my people. They are all very excited to meet you, but will give you privacy." The matron dips her chin and then leaves you all to your little camp in the village. More people come through the crowd with food and water for your mounts and help care for them. [[It appears you've made some unexpected allies.|7.34]]

<<if $firsts is "none">>Maybe you don't //exactly// know what you're doing, but you know how it works. It's not like Oswin has expectations that you can't meet. You're both learning, and there's no better way to learn than by doing. Besides, you really, //really// want to touch him. You know he's sensitive, and you want to be the reason he falls apart.<<else>>You know enough to please him, and a piece of you wants to put what you know to good use for someone you love so much. If you're honest with yourself, teaching him, being his first for everything, turns you on. His first kiss, first moans, first climax with any other person can all be yours…and you can start now.<</if>> So, you begin to work your hands along his chest, feeling the hard muscles in his abdomen, before you reach his pelvic mound, and he gasps. You meet his eye as you creep your hands lower. You search his expression for a reason to stop or keep going. "$mc…um…" He pants and leans his head against your shoulder. <<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>You swallow down your nerves and clear your throat.<<else>>His reaction makes you chuckle softly.<</if>> "Do you want to keep going while we have some privacy?" You play along the hem of his pants, and he pushes closer to you in response. He nods. "...I do…but. Gods, I'm so embarrassed…" There's an uncharacteristic shake to his voice. You smile. "It's okay. I understand that you haven't done this before. It's part of it. <<if $firsts is "none">>I want to figure this out with you, and we can always stop if it doesn't feel right. I want to try, if you do…<<else>>I'll guide you, and we can stop if you don't like it.<</if>>" He mumbles something into your shoulder. "Pardon?" you ask with amusement. "I fear I'll…burst right away if you touch me." A wicked feeling shivers through you. "You really haven't even touched yourself, have you?" "No…very rarely, I was genuine when I told you." <<if $BoldflirtShyflirt < 40>>For his sake, you push yourself to take a little initiative and show him your interest.<<else>>It just makes you want to show him just how much you need him.<</if>> He hisses with delight as you press into his pelvis. <<if $firsts is "none">>"We'll probably both be…//sensitive// at first. It's okay, nothing shameful."<<else>>"This is how we work up your endurance. You'll come fast at first; the more we play around, the longer you'll go."<</if>> "Oh…okay." He takes a breath and steadies himself. "Okay. You…I want you to do what you want. Please." That's all you need to hear; you don't waste time. <<if $firsts is "none">>So, you think up a plan for a moment, following your instincts and pulling from anything you have overheard or read about before.<<else>>Your mind maps out exactly what you want to do with him.<</if>> Your hands encroach against his loins, feeling the hard, tight package under the leather of his trousers. He feels big; the material is straining against him. You begin to unlace the opening to get him out and see your prize up close for the first time. You have to wrestle his dick out from the tight confines, as it's completely hard already. Oswin grips your shoulders firmly, taking deep breaths as you handle him. He's a good size and thick, too. Looking at it makes you feel as though you're entranced. Cum is already seeping from his tip, and you reflexively press your thumb against it and rub it around. Oswin groans, and you feel his member twitch. <<if $firsts is "none">>You swallow down your apprehension, trying to trust your gut on what to do. Just touching is going…well. He's hard and responding, obviously. It makes you want to do more.<<else>>You love how strongly he's already responding. It makes you want to tease him a little. It's tempting to see how fast and easy you can get him to come.<</if>> Slowly, you wrap your hand around it, noticing that your palm doesn't quite fit all the way around. You pump him, your grip just a bit loose, so he doesn't finish right away. "Gods," he swears. "$mc…$mc…" You pump again, and he meets you with a thrust of his own. "Fuck." Oswin pants, his grip on you tightening. "I'm…I'm…" "You're what?" <<if $firsts is "none">>you ask, worried.<<else>>you taunt.<</if>> "I'm gonna…" He takes a big breath, throwing his head back. <<if $firsts is "none">>You suddenly realize what he means.<</if>> You grip and slide your hand down his cock again. "$mc…I'm…c-c-coming, I'm coming." Oswin's mouth opens as his intense eyes meet yours. Spurred forward, you pump his length in earnest, netting you a strangled moan from your lover. Oswin's cock spurts into one hand as the other pumps to milk him. His cum is hot and thick, hitting your palm in four hard bursts. <<if $firsts is "none">>You feel all the blood rush to your face and then your loins as you realize what's in your hand right now. The immense heat of it shocks you, and then the sheer amount and feel of it leave you dumbstruck. But…you like it //a lot//. There's a needy pull within you, delighting in the fact that you can provoke Oswin into coming right into your hand.<<else>>You stare at it. There's //so much// and it's //so thick//. It's as if he's never ejaculated before. Had he not told you that he has at least a few times, you wouldn't believe it. It sends a shiver of delight up your back, and you want more.<</if>> Before you can say a word, Oswin's lips are on yours again. He continues to thrust into your hand, as you add the one covered in his cum to lubricate him. He moans and groans and swears over and over. As he continues, you notice that his penis doesn't go soft. He is just as hard as he was at the start. The game is on, you realize, and all of Oswin's inhibitions now cover your hands. [[Quickly, you drop to your knees.|Ch.7.O.3]]

"$mc…what are you doing?" "My hands may not be enough if you're still this hard." You smile, <<if $firsts is "none">>more excited to keep going, even if you are unsure of exactly what you'll be doing.<<else>>ready to really blow his mind.<</if>> "I'm…confused, why are you…" He gasps. <<if $firsts is "none">>You're just going to go for it and follow your gut. <</if>>Your lips hit his cock, and you feel it tremble against your tongue. You taste the salty tang of his semen. You relax your jaw and ensure you are opened wide enough not to graze him with your teeth. <<if $firsts is "none">>You know that much at least.<</if>> He calls out, unable to stifle the sound. "$mc, I'm gonna come again–oh fuck, oh fuck!" <<if $firsts is "none">>There's a sense of panic as you realize that you're unsure of what you're supposed to do when that happens, but you power on. <</if>>You take him into the back of your throat, nearly choking yourself in your haste. You tighten your lips and bob your head to slide him against your tongue. The head of his cock slips into your throat, and you feel a rush of warmth. You struggle to swallow as his cock keeps pulsing. At your limit, you pull back with a cough as two more spurts of cum hit your lips and neck. Oswin, though in a haze of bliss, tries to wipe away the semen from your lips with murmured apologies and accolades for how good it felt. You stare up at him with a smile and see…he's still hard. You share a glance. "Beloved, you don't…have to keep doing it. I will settle if we leave it be." "I want to…" You say, bringing your lips to his tip again. <<if $firsts is "none">>It's more…//intoxicating// than you thought it would be.<</if>> He stammers and brings a hand to your head, but he doesn't push you away. With a smile, you grab the base of his dick with a hand, marveling at how big the root of him is, and press it against your lips. You work it along them while staring him in the eye, and his grip tightens on your hair. <<if $firsts is "none">>Oh, you like this. You like this a lot. The way he looks at you makes you want to stay on your knees forever. Strangely, there's an underlying sense of power even though you're the one with a cock in $hisher mouth.<</if>> You stick your tongue out, making him growl. You work it down to his base and then his sac, licking and sucking the soft flesh.<<if $firsts is "none">> You follow his voice for cues on what to do and where to go. He seems to like anything you come up with as long as you're touching him.<</if>> Dragging your lips back up along the shaft, you press the tip to the center of them and lock eyes with him again. He watches you with an intensity that you've never seen before. You open just a bit, watching him breathe quickly in anticipation, but you wait instead. Oswin seems to understand quickly and pushes himself past your lips and into your mouth with a long moan. You press your tongue along the bottom of his shaft as he withdraws and presses forward again. After allowing him to get a feel for it, you take over as he leaves a hand on top of your head. You alternate going down along his whole shaft with withdrawing and running your tongue along the tip, and suckling at his sac. Seems like he will last much longer this time. Garbled praise drips from his lips to you as you twirl your tongue along his cock and cradle his balls with a palm. You work your way into getting him into your throat, gagging yourself. You hear him fret over it until you do it again and pull a moan from him instead. You notice how much you're drooling, making you slurp as you take him, thick saliva coating his cock and dribbling down your chin. Oswin begins to stare intently, and your gazes meet. As you increase the grip your lips have on his shaft, he begins to meet the bob of your head with steady thrusts. "C-close…$mc…it feels so good. $mc…my…gods…$mc!" Oswin begins to shiver and thrust as his orgasm builds. He grips the back of your head, and you press his cock as deep as you can once more, trying to relax long enough to accept his entire load. <<if $firsts is "none">>You focus intently and breathe through your nose, trying not to cough until he's spent, but you struggle and your eyes water. <</if>>Cum hits your throat and you choke slightly until more coats and soothes the sensation. Oswin is practically growling your name over and over, as his dick muffles the sound of your moaning. You struggle to swallow, once, twice, three times to take it all before you back away to heave a ragged breath.<<if $firsts is "none">> You cough hard as you recover, nearly gagging yourself.<</if>> Oswin drops to his knees and cups your face in his palms. His eyes are practically glazed over. He gently wipes your lips with a thumb, you assume to remove a trace of his seed. "Here," he says with a rasp as he hands you the waterskin he wears on his belt. You take it and drink, smiling at him as he also dabs stray water from your chin. "That…was incredible. I had no idea…you didn't have to do all that." Oswin begins to start several more sentences, but stops before he even gets the first word out. "Um…sorry, I don't know what I'm doing or what I should say." Oswin leans in to kiss you tenderly. "I wanted to do that, you know." His brows furrow like he might cry, but instead, he gives you an endearing look. "I still feel like I'm dreaming. I just…to think you'd want to…with //me//…" You look at him curiously, unsure if you need or want to convince him of your desires, but you're rendered speechless by the look in his eyes. It's almost predatory. He places a warm hand on your shoulder. "I'd like to let my actions speak of my feelings for you right now…." Oswin moves forward, slowly pushing you to the ground with a gentle hand, ensuring you do not hit hard. Fully on your back, you look up at him, wondering what he'll do. It looks as though he's wondering the same thing as he fumbles around for where to begin. Timidly, he fiddles with your clothing before working up to moving it around. You moan as he lifts your clothes to expose your navel and begins to kiss the tender flesh. He pays no mind to how the mark has encroached along your body, kissing and licking as he fiddles with the fasteners of your bottoms to pull them down and then off completely. You decide not to comment on being disrobed. <<if $firsts is "none">>Nervous excitement strums through you, and suddenly you're concerned with how you look, smell, and taste. Does he care? You didn't particularly care when you… But now, you're the one exposed to the night air, and he's looking at your most private area.<<else>>A surge of excitement strums through you as the night air hits your loins. You're curious to see what he does and eager to feel him against you.<</if>> He drags his tongue from your navel down to your pubic mound, ending in a light nibble. "Ravi…forgive me, but I do not truly know what I'm doing. So, guide me and tell me what you need." You run your hand through his hair as you push him towards your desire. <<if $firsts is "none">>The basic concepts of this act seem a little obvious, and you feel like you did well enough on him for your first experience.<<else>>You know that his instincts will guide him, and he's obviously eager to please.<</if>> <<if $inout is "in">>[[Oswin gets to work.|Ch7.O.4a]]<<else>>[[Oswin gets to work.|Ch7.O.4b]]<</if>>

At first, he stares. The look on his face is equal parts excited and anxious. <<if $firsts is "none">>You're beginning to get a little embarrassed with how intently he's looking at your $cunt.<<else>>It's cute that he seems awestruck, but no one has ever quite looked at your $cunt this way before. You realize that he's never seen one from this frame of view before..<</if>> His gaze snaps to your eyes. "I'm so sorry…I just…I've never. It's obviously a little //different// from what…" He gestures to his cock. "It's not as though I've never…people with the same have been in my line of sight before – not that I was looking!" He clears his throat. "But I shouldn't think on that, and it's not as though we haven't been naked together before, even though it was so many years ago and it-it it- means something different now." Oswin stops, takes a breath, and closes his eyes. You let him have a moment before you speak. "Are you okay to do this? You don't have to." "I want to," he says immediately. "I want to //badly//. I just need…I'm a fool running my mouth because I don't know what to do with myself. Bodies are…all sort of the same, but not. I'm just so struck by how gorgeous you are laid out before me, by how much I want to just please you, and…and I'm scared that I might harm you too because I don't know what I'm doing." You see the notable bob of his throat, and your heart swells with love. "It's okay," you respond with a soothing tone. "<<if $firsts is "none">>We're learning together, and these first experiences will be a little more intimidating, but we'll work through them. It's not like we only get to try once. It doesn't have to be perfect the first time.<<else>>The things you're worried about are normal; most people go through something similar, or they worry about performance and all that, but it's okay. I know this is new to you, and I like that. So what if you might bumble through a couple of things? It's not the end of anything.<</if>> If something hurts, I'll tell you, I promise. I know that you'd never intentionally hurt me." That gets him to smile softly at you. He nods and looks back down at your nethers. "Okay…okay, just…if I do something wrong…" He leans over, closer to your loins as his green eyes, now less worried and more sultry, look up at you. "Correct me." Air gets caught in your throat. Oswin dives in, almost literally. He starts by exploring you, sliding his thumbs down your split before gently opening you up. You can feel his curiosity as he looks at you. Though it's dark, <<if $firsts is "none">>it makes you feel a burning shyness<<else>>and this isn't new to you, it still brings heat to your face<</if>>. You can't help but wonder what he would do if you had more light to see by. You bite your lip as you feel one of his fingers run up and down. It glides over your hole and up to your $clit. He peeks up at you again. "That felt good?" His voice is a little unsteady. You nod, and he does it again. You hear a '//wow//' under his breath that you don't think you were supposed to hear. It nearly makes you chuckle, but you hold back. Oswin explores with his fingers, touching every part of you as if it were a fine work of art. <<if $lube is "yes">>As your $pussy becomes $wet and slick, his movements increase in speed. He delights in the soft silk your body responds with.<<else>>You see him suck on two fingers, drooling over them, so he can glide them along your $pussy with ease. He brings the fingers back to his mouth to taste you again, and you note how his eyes shut.<</if>> The heat from his breath is noticeable with how close he is, and the longer he gives his little experimental strokes and touches, the more distracted by it he gets. His fears are slowly melting away, and the more confident he acts, the better it feels for you. It's arousing just watching him, so enraptured with your body, your blood thrums through you as your excitement picks up. Once you feel a hard nudge against your $clit, a moan rips from your throat abruptly. <<if $firsts is "none">>You slap your hand over your mouth in surprise.<<else>>You look down at Oswin with a smile and some extra warmth in your face.<</if>> At first, you expect Oswin to get upset or nervous, to start questioning if that was okay or not, but all he does is stare into your eyes with his eyes wide and his mouth dropped open. And then he does it again. This time, you hiss through your teeth and feel your brow scrunch up. His eyes stay on you, and his expression grows wilder by the moment. You feel the pad of his thumb swirl around your $clit2 and moan again. Oswin leans upright on his knees, crowding against you as one of his hands continues to strum against your $clit as the other sweeps behind your neck to hold you in place. Your hollow clenches each time he strokes it, and your mouth drops as the feeling surges. He keeps his face close to yours, watching you intensely and surviving off of every whimper and whine that drifts from your lips. When his name drips from your tongue as climax begins to descend, his lips crash into yours in a deep kiss as his hand works fervently between your legs. <<if $firsts is "none">>The intensity makes you dizzy, and you grip Oswin's tunic hard to keep yourself grounded.<<else>>Excitement and pleasure begin to wreck you in the best way, and Oswin's face watching you fall apart is almost as good as the orgasm.<</if>> Your legs shake as you come like a crashing wave, trying to keep your voice down to a reasonable level. Oswin swallows the worst of your moans. You must use one of your hands to still his movements when they become too intense, and the two of you breathe hard together as the excitement subsides. <<if $firsts is "none">>You're not sure what to do with yourself, and all you can think of is that Oswin just watched you come. Oswin just //made// you come.<<else>>Your feelings are a mix of pride and pleasure. You'll never forget the look on his face as he watched you.<</if>> He gives you a sweeter, more tame kiss on your lips as his eyes search yours for approval. So, you smile at him, and he grins back before laughing in near disbelief. "It was good? It was actually…you…" You nod. He goes silent again and stares at you for a long moment. "I…I need to hear you again…" Before you can ask any questions, Oswin lowers his face to your groin again and drags his tongue along your entire sex. [[You fall back in rapture.|Ch7.O.4a.2]]

At first, he stares. The look on his face is equal parts excited and anxious. <<if $firsts is "none">>You're beginning to get a little embarrassed with how intently he's looking at your $cock.<<else>>It's cute that he seems awestruck, but no one has ever quite looked at your $cock this way before. He acts as though he's never seen anything like it…<</if>> His gaze snaps to your eyes. "I'm so sorry…I just…I've never. It's obviously a little //different// from my…" He gestures to his dick. "I mean, they don't all look the same, I know that. I've seen //others// before – not that I was looking!" He clears his throat. "But I shouldn't think on that, and it's not as though we haven't been naked together before, even though it was so many years ago and it-it it- means something different now." Oswin stops, takes a breath, and closes his eyes. You let him have a moment before you speak. "Are you okay to do this? You don't have to." "I want to," he says immediately. "I want to //badly//. I just need…I'm a fool running my mouth because I don't know what to do with myself. Bodies are…all sort of the same, but not. I'm just so struck by how gorgeous you are laid out before me, by how much I want to just please you, and…and I'm scared that I might harm you too because I don't know what I'm doing." You see the notable bob of his throat, and your heart swells with love. "It's okay," you respond with a soothing tone. "<<if $firsts is "none">>We're learning together, and these first experiences will be a little more intimidating, but we'll work through them. It's not like we only get to try once. It doesn't have to be perfect the first time.<<else>>The things you're worried about are normal; most people go through something similar, or they worry about performance and all that, but it's okay. I know this is new to you, and I like that. So what if you might bumble through a couple of things? It's not the end of anything.<</if>> If something hurts, I'll tell you, I promise. I know that you'd never intentionally hurt me." That gets him to smile softly at you. He nods and looks back down at your nethers. "Okay…okay, just…if I do something wrong…" He leans over, closer to your loins as his green eyes, now less worried and more sultry, look up at you. "Correct me." Air gets caught in your throat. Oswin dives in, almost literally. He starts by exploring you, sliding his fingers up and down your length. You can feel his curiosity as he looks at you. Though it's dark, <<if $firsts is "none">>it makes you feel a burning shyness<<else>>and this isn't new to you, it still brings heat to your face<</if>>. You can't help but wonder what he would do if you had more light to see by. You bite your lip as you feel one of his fingers swirl against your tip. It glides over the top before sliding down the underside to the base, making it twitch and swell. He peeks up at you again. "That felt good?" His voice is a little unsteady. You nod, and he does it again, making you completely $hard. You hear a '//wow//' under his breath that you don't think you were supposed to hear. It nearly makes you chuckle, but you hold back. Oswin explores with his fingers, touching every part of you as if it were a fine work of art. Finally, he grips you in his hand and pumps, looking enamored by how your flesh moves and responds. He squeezes slightly, testing how tight his grip should be, watching your face for reactions. The heat from his hand is significant, and the longer he gives his little experimental strokes and touches, the more distracted by it he gets. His fears are slowly melting away, and the more confident he acts, the better it feels for you. It's arousing just watching him, so enraptured with your body, your blood thrums through you as your excitement picks up. You begin to feel the first tingle of orgasm, and a groan rips from your throat abruptly. <<if $firsts is "none">>You slap your hand over your mouth in surprise.<<else>>You look over at Oswin with a smile and some extra warmth in your face.<</if>> At first, you expect Oswin to get upset or nervous, to start questioning if that was okay or not, but all he does is stare into your gaze with his eyes wide and his mouth dropped open. And then he repeats the motion, sliding with a firm grip from your base to tip. This time, you hiss through your teeth and feel your brow scrunch up. His eyes stay on you, and his expression grows wilder by the moment. You feel the pad of his thumb swirl around the head and groan again. Oswin leans over, still on his knees, crowding against you as one of his hands continues to stroke your $cock as the other sweeps behind your neck to hold you in place. Your $dick twitches each time he strokes it, and your mouth drops as the feeling surges. He keeps his face close to yours, watching you intensely and surviving off of every grunt or groan that drifts from your lips. When his name drips from your tongue as climax begins to descend, his lips crash into yours in a deep kiss as his hand works fervently at your tip. <<if $firsts is "none">>The intensity makes you dizzy, and you grip Oswin's tunic hard to keep yourself grounded.<<else>>Excitement and pleasure begin to wreck you in the best way, and Oswin's face watching you fall apart is almost as good as the orgasm.<</if>> Your hips thrust up into his grip as you come, trying to keep your voice down to a reasonable level. Oswin swallows the worst of your moans<<if $ejac is "yes">>as you fill his hand with cum<</if>>. You must use one of your hands to still his movements when they become too intense, and the two of you breathe hard together as the excitement subsides. <<if $firsts is "none">>You're not sure what to do with yourself, and all you can think of is that Oswin just watched you come. Oswin just //made// you come.<<else>>Your feelings are a mix of pride and pleasure. You'll never forget the look on his face as he watched you.<</if>> <<if $ejac is "yes">>For a moment, he gawks at his hand like he can't believe you just came for him.<</if>> He gives you a sweeter, more tame kiss on your lips as his eyes search yours for approval. So, you smile at him, and he grins back before laughing in near disbelief. "It was good? It was actually…you…" <<if $ejac is "yes">>He looks at his hand again. "You c-came…It's…"<</if>> You nod. He goes silent again and stares at you for a long moment. "I…I need to hear you again…" Before you can ask any questions, Oswin lowers his face to your groin again and drags his tongue along your entire sex. [[You fall back in rapture.|Ch7.O.4b.2]]

With his face pressed into your loins, you hold fast to the back of his head, trying to direct his position and the pressure he uses on you. Still spent from your first orgasm, your legs shiver, and your $clit almost burns with oversensitivity. Oswin focuses more on your entrance, thrusting his tongue inside, licking at your walls, and reaching deep as if he'll find a honeypot inside. Your voice rings out, and you're too out of mind to care if anyone overhears. He moans and pants against your sex as he feasts. His tongue slips up to your bud, making you quake, but he latches on anyway. You feel his lips cover it, holding it fast in his mouth while the tip of his tongue flicks it. Wriggling, you want to pull away, but also press harder into his face. The intensity is already making you dizzy, but you keen with need as you feel his fingers sliding into your entrance. <<if $firsts is "none">>With each thrust from his fingers, he hits something wonderful, but you're not sure what or where it is. Your hips instinctively move with him to angle his fingers just right. Oswin is quick to understand your movements and moans just where that sweet spot within you is.<<else>>The thrusts of his fingers happen to stroke right along your sweet spot, and you growl with need. "Right there," you instruct. "Press your fingers there," you then plead. Obediently, he does just what you say, moaning when he feels how your hollow reacts and clenches on his fingers.<</if>> You hear him make a strangled noise as one of his hands leaves you. Watching the movement of his shoulder, you realize that he's begun to stroke himself. His voice is wrecked and needy. It's the last wall before you breach into another orgasm as Oswin's tongue slides against you in a broad swipe. You grip his hair as he laps at your $cunt in near desperation. The crest of oversensitivity slams into you hard once more, and you must push him away to understand. Oswin leans up, but keeps a hand on your $pussy, keeping it open as he furiously pumps his cock. You watch his face twist in passion as his mouth drops open and he comes again, your name on his lips, spilling across the ground just in front of where you sit with legs spread. Oswin staggers and collapses, barely catching himself before he lands on you. He breathes hard and ragged, hot air flitting across your neck. You cradle him, both of you trying to avoid the pool of cum. He nuzzles against you, mumbling things that you can't quite understand. It's as if he is delirious with passion. It makes you wonder what intercourse would do to him. <<if $firsts is "none">>Maybe you don't have much to compare this to, but…for a first, it felt pretty damn good to you.<<else>>Oswin may fear that he's not good at anything, but the fool seems to be pretty good at //everything// to you.<</if>> Bias may color how you feel, though, the ache of satisfaction in your loins tells you otherwise. You pet his hair as the two of you settle down. He can't relax completely, lest he soil his clothes, but he's not willing to shift away from you. When he finally sits up and looks into your eyes, he appears sleepy but has a soft smile. "It was…good?" he asks, his brow turning up with hope mingled with concern. You nod. <<if $firsts is "none">>"It was very good. Maybe I don't know from experience, but even if it doesn't get any better than that, I would be very happy.<<else>>"Good enough that if you had any capacity for lying, I don't know if I would believe you didn't have experience."<</if>> Even in the darkness that surrounds you, you can tell his face has become extra heated. "I just…followed your voice, and your movements, really." <<if $firsts is "none">>"That's sort of what I did too."<<else>>"You're an excellent study already."<</if>> You smile. Oswin chuckles sheepishly. "I guess it just comes naturally once you get started…" <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>You stare back at him. "If I were a lesser person, I would tease you for saying that, but I know what you mean. I will exercise mercy in this regard, but only once." His head plops into his hands. "Blazes, I need to watch my phrasing."<<else>>You smile as though he has just given you the sun. He points at you as his eyes widen. "Don't. Don't you dare." You bite your lip, the encroaching smile growing too fiercely to contain. Oswin breaks into a grin, but still tries to look at you with seriousness. "$mc, don't you dare."<</if>> [[The two of you break out into a laugh.|Ch 7 O xp end]]

It takes you both a while to collect yourselves and tuck all your clothes where they belong before you head back to camp. Oswin has a blissful look in his eyes, and he clings to your arm as you walk back through the brush. You don't think much about returning together, but the others know that you need some time alone here and there, so they probably won't think much of it. They likely didn't even notice you were gone, Rune's lute playing is often very distracting… As you breach through the trees, all eyes are on you. Even $mountname and everyone else's horses are looking in your direction. It's…quiet. The two of you walk into the camp and take your seats again. Duri and Zahn are leaning into one another grinning and whispering as they watch you. You peek at Rune and see that $Rheshe is trying hard to hide a smile, and Aster has his arms folded, looking like he'd rather be in the demon-infested field about now. Oswin sighs heavily, breaking under the pressure. "You knew?" Duri and Zahn lose the battle and begin to cackle as Rune covers $Rhisher mouth in a failed attempt to look composed. "I'm so proud," Duri says, wiping a fake tear from $Dhisher eye. Aster huffs. "You realize that in a quiet forest, anything you get up to isn't exactly a private affair, right?" "So what," Zahn says, hiding next to Duri. "They clearly had fun. Oswin's eyes are glazed over. I’m happy for them. They deserve a good time." The scholar shrugs. "I suppose, I can't fault you for wanting such things." The pluck of Rune's lute gets everyone's attention. "Aster, you wouldn't be a little…pent up, would you?" $Rcapitalheshe plucks a few more strings as $Rheshe smirks at the man. Everyone chuckles as Aster waves a hand at the mage, but still smirks back. [[At least the evening has been memorable…|7.33]]

With his face pressed into your loins, you grip his hair as his mouth slips around you. Still spent from your first orgasm, your legs shiver, and your $cock almost burns with oversensitivity. Oswin focuses more on your tip, rolling his tongue around it, before licking down to the base. Your voice rolls out in a growl, and you're too out of mind to care if anyone overhears as he works to keep you $hard. He moans and pants against your sex as he licks and runs his lips along it. He sits up further, placing your $dick between his lips as he slowly sinks his mouth down on it. Your eyes roll back when you feel the underside sliding against his hot tongue. He coughs when you're only halfway in and pulls back before trying again. You try not to thrust into his throat. The intensity already is making you dizzy, but you keen with need as you feel the head of your $cock rub the roof of his mouth and slide against the soft palate of his throat. <<if $firsts is "none">>You struggle not to come right away, the familiar tingle of need boiling at the base of your $dick as his lips tighten around you.<<else>>His lips purse around you firmly. "Like that," you instruct. "Hold your lips tight and drag your tongue on it," you plead. Obediently, he does just what you say, moaning when he feels how your $dick twitches in response.<</if>> You hear him make a strangled noise as one of his hands moves. Watching the movement of his shoulder, you realize that he's begun to stroke himself. His voice is wrecked and needy, muffled by your $cock in his mouth. It's the last wall before you breach into another orgasm as Oswin's tongue slides against you in a broad swipe. You grip his hair and warn him as he sucks you in near desperation. You come in choked silence, and he does not ease his movements<<if $ejac is "yes">> even as you fill his mouth and throat with cum<</if>>. The crest of oversensitivity slams into you hard once more, and you must push him to understand. Oswin leans up, but keeps his eyes on your<<if $ejac is "yes">> cum-covered <</if>> length, as he pumps his cock. You watch his face twist in passion as his mouth drops open and he comes again, your name on his lips, spilling across the ground just in front of where you sit with legs spread. Oswin staggers and collapses, barely catching himself before he lands on you. He breathes hard and ragged, hot air flitting across your neck. You cradle him, both of you trying to avoid the pool of cum. He nuzzles against you, mumbling things that you can't quite understand. It's as if he is delirious with passion. It makes you wonder what intercourse would do to him. <<if $firsts is "none">>Maybe you don't have much to compare this to, but…for a first, it felt pretty damn good to you.<<else>>Oswin may fear that he's not good at anything, but the fool seems to be pretty good at //everything// to you.<</if>> Bias may color how you feel, though, the ache of satisfaction in your loins tells you otherwise. You pet his hair as the two of you settle down. He can't relax completely, lest he soil his clothes, but he's not willing to shift away from you. When he finally sits up and looks into your eyes, he appears sleepy but has a soft smile. "It was…good?" he asks, his brow turning up with hope mingled with concern. You nod. <<if $firsts is "none">>"It was very good. Maybe I don't know from experience, but even if it doesn't get any better than that, I would be very happy.<<else>>"Good enough that if you had any capacity for lying, I don't know if I would believe you didn't have experience."<</if>> Even in the darkness that surrounds you, you can tell his face has become extra heated. "I just…followed your voice, and your movements, really." He points at your member. "It…uh, it sort of tells me what you like too, I guess." He clears his throat and wipes his lips, looking away from you. <<if $firsts is "none">>"That's sort of what I did too. Yours also…um, does //that//."<<else>>"You're an excellent study already."<</if>> You smile. Oswin chuckles sheepishly. "I guess it just comes naturally once you get started…" <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>You stare back at him. "If I were a lesser person, I would tease you for saying that, but I know what you mean. I will exercise mercy in this regard, but only once." His head plops into his hands. "Blazes, I need to watch my phrasing."<<else>>You smile as though he has just given you the sun. He points at you as his eyes widen. "Don't. Don't you dare." You bite your lip, the encroaching smile growing too fiercely to contain. Oswin breaks into a grin, but still tries to look at you with seriousness. "$mc, don't you dare."<</if>> [[The two of you break out into a laugh.|Ch 7 O xp end]]

Despite being an entire village of witches, the people seem like anyone you'd meet at Stonebrook. They have many gardens and some livestock for eggs and milk, though they do not consume meat, preferring fish or even insects. Several come by to simply wave and say hello. A few attempt to solicit time with you or one of the others. Duri receives a few gifts, which $Dheshe politely declines, shocking you with the sincerity with which $Dheshe thanks them but insists the people keep their goods. Sonnet returns when the village is quiet, and most people have gone to bed. She shares that there is not much help she can provide you for your journey into the Fields, but believes much of the hostile nature of the magic within is centered on the stone you seek. You're surprised that she knows of it, but assume the twins may have told her. She warns you to be quick, and that should you perish, no one will be sent to collect your remains. [[A cheery thought before you sleep…|7.35]]

Sleep is hard-won. The days of traveling had a way of distracting you. The routine of riding, taking breaks, and caring for the mounts was all comforting. It felt, in a way, like it wouldn't end, that it would be a new way of living. Coming upon a village of witches was also distracting in its own way, even a little exciting. So many things blocked what you were about to do from your line of sight. But now it's here. After hours of fitful slumber, you're watching as the rays of the sun come up to chase away the dark, slowly illuminating your tent. You don't want to get up, but you also know that this may be your only chance to beat your curse. You either face death and live or you let death take you without a fight. As you prepare for the hard day ahead, it's clear that everyone feels it too. It's quiet. Even Zahn has nothing to chatter about, and Duri has yet to crack a single joke. What is more unnerving is how well Aster and Oswin are getting along. Weapons are checked, arrows and bolts are sorted and counted, and Rune prepares $Rhisher staff as you saw before – a scythe-like purple blade appearing on one end. You have a satchel of medical supplies, food, and full waterskins. The hope is to be in and out before the sun sets again, ideally in no more than a few hours. Though she cannot help you, Sonnet walks with you to the boundary. The closer you get, the more you feel the oppressive atmosphere. It's peculiar how //visible// it is, like a moving wall of dust – cloudy and grey. It acts like a fog that obscures what rests behind it. "Nothing lives beyond this point," the matron says. "It is called Desolation for a reason. It was once a vibrant forest, and one day, it will be again. If you succeed, know that you have helped us hasten our mission. You will be like patrons for my people. Even if you do not retrieve what you need, I wish only that you make it back alive. If you are wounded, you will find care with us." "Thank you," you say. The others join you in speaking gratitude to the witch. She smiles and stares into your eyes. "You're a bright soul. You need not thank me for doing what is right. I will be your sentinel for when you return. The boundary can be crossed anywhere if you are unable to return the way you enter; I will find you." You take a breath. Sonnet steps back and watches you. Each one of your companions exchanges a glance with you. Duri shifts into $Dhisher full wolf form and stretches. Weapons are drawn. [[This is it.|7.36]]

There was no telling what you would see or feel by stepping through the writhing barrier, but it feels just as bad as it looks. Stretched out before you is a massive expanse of bleakness. Above, there are no blue skies, and sunlight barely breaches through the hazy barrier. There's not a single green thing to be found. No blades of grass, no bushes, no living trees. The ground is dry and barren as if it has never seen rain. The only way you can tell that it was ever part of a forest is the desiccated bits of trees all around. Ragged stumps are dotted all over, and all of the remaining downed trees appear to be pointing out in the same direction. It's as if a great wind knocked them all down at once, and they rotted and dried in place. Looking carefully all around, you all walk in slowly. Duri leads with ears perked and nose ready to find trouble. When you come across one of the stumps, you find it to be a deep grey color, as if it were sickly even in life. Your touch makes it crumble with ease. The weight in the air makes you want to turn back. It isn't just thick, it feels like //sorrow//. Maybe the witches are right, maybe the magic here is hurting. You walk quite a long time and see nothing but dead trees and pale dirt with a few stones scattered around. It seems as though there's nothing else here… [[Until you nearly trip on something.|7.37]]

Oswin jolts to catch you, though you find your balance without help. You look down at your feet to see an odd stone poking up from the ground. Nudging it with your foot disturbs the dirt, revealing a long bone. "Blessed Faith," Zahn mumbles. Aster shuffles the dirt around more, finding a few smaller bones as well. "Well," he says. "We've made it farther than they did, at least." Rune gives him a flat look. "Everyone, be on your guard," $Rheshe reminds softly. You continue forward, trying to put the bones out of your mind, which becomes more difficult when you find a skull as well. Not long after, you find a more recent //corpse//. It's far gone, though scraps of clothing still cling to the bones and remaining sinew. It's difficult to take any comfort in the fact that nothing has attacked you, because something here definitely can. You'd much prefer knowing what you're up against. You shift toward Aster. "Do you have any idea where the stone could be?" He nods without taking his eyes off the way ahead, searching for danger. "I assume it is at the center. The stone was with Hayat, and he was the centerpoint that drained the life from this place." "So it may just be sitting on the ground or something in the middle of all this? There's nothing here." "Perhaps. I also considered that if there were demons here, the stone could be a part of them. So far, no demons though…" You take a breath to respond, but stop when you feel something glide along your ankle. When you turn and look, nothing is there. "What is it?" Aster asks. "I thought I felt something at my feet. Do you suppose there are any animals here?" "Surely not; nothing could live or grow here." You bump into Zahn's back and come to a halt. Before you can check in with $Zhimher, you see that Duri is still, head lowered and ears forward. Everyone looks where $Dheshe is looking… [[There's a tall shadow in the distance.|7.38]]

Everyone watches it closely, but it doesn't move. Duri's head tilts this way and that as $Dhisher ears shift and nose works the air. $Dcapitalheshe grunts and looks back at you. "It's not moving," Oswin says. "I'm not sure what it could be…" You squint and study the shape. It's blurry through the strange, foggy atmosphere, but as you stare, you find it familiar. "A tree," you determine. "But it's barren of any leaves." "Oh," Oswin adds, "I think you're right. It's as though it's dormant for winter. Could one tree have survived…//this//?" Rune shakes $Rhisher head. "There's something significant ahead. I don't see a reason there would be one random tree that didn't fall like the others." Oswin looks at you. "Well, if I've come to know anything, it's that great things are often found under trees." <<if $Orelationship is "lockout">>You at least get a chuckle out of that.<<elseif $Orelationship is "friend">>You snort and roll your eyes at him. "Don't go sounding like my da now of all times."<<elseif $Orelationship is "love">>It's hard to keep the grin from your face despite the bleak surroundings. "Have you been taking notes from my da?"<</if>> He smiles at you softly before returning his focus ahead. Continuing forward, you all watch the large tree closely. There's no wind in this place, and you are leery of it suddenly moving. Still, nothing attacks you, makes any noise, or alerts you to its presence. The air gets more and more tense the farther you go without your enemy making itself known. You find yourself wondering if the stories were true, if what Sonnet told you was true. Why would there be so many bones otherwise? You get closer and closer to the tree and see that it is massive and gnarled, with bark that has turned nearly black. As you keep your eye on the monstrosity, your foot snags what you think is another bone, and you stumble. [[This time, it isn't a bone that has tripped you.|7.39]]

It's an axe. An axe with swirling patterns along the head. Chills run up your back, and you stop and stare at it, falling behind the others. It's not possible… Is it? You know it instantly, though. It can't be anything else. You've seen this same axe over and over since you were a baby. The others stop when they realize you're not with them. Duri keeps watch as they turn their backs. You reach down and pick up the tool. You still know the feel of the handle… This is hers. This is your grandmother's axe. Tears pool in your eyes. "What's wrong?" Rune asks. You hold it up to them. "This…" your voice shakes. "This was my grandmother's…" Oswin stumbles forward. "It can't be. Why here? Why would she come here?" Running your hand along the design that was so painstakingly carved into the blade, you remember her promise to come home. Is this where she went? Is this why she was in Foster's Rest? Was she here…for you? Is that why she never came home? You look around at the ground. Are any of these bones hers? You feel sick. Are you walking on your grandmother's bones? "Hey," Aster interrupts your thought. "If that really belongs to your grandmother, stay focused. Now isn't the time to lose yourself to questions." You nod, gripping the axe close and stowing your own weapon, feeling the beloved woman's protection in having it close to you. No matter what, you will see this axe returned home where it belongs. [[You have a piece of her back and you aren't letting it go.|7.40]]

Reaching the tree undisturbed doesn't alleviate any of the anxiety. Nothing has popped out to thwart you, and the longer nothing bothers you, the worse the feeling gets. Duri is clearly agitated by it, head darting all around as $Dheshe paces. You study the tree as you approach slowly. It's quite large, obviously old, with an oddly shaped trunk that seems to split into three large sections that curve in, almost like a seat.<<if $interest is 'choppin'>> You know from experience that it is likely this was once two or more trees that fused together as they grew, and something forced them to grow at the odd angle to create the curve.<</if>> Daring to get closer, you carefully poke the bark with the axe to see if it will crumble like the stumps. It doesn't budge. It resists like normal bark. You test it with your hand, peeling back the black bark. It behaves like regular wood, like how a healthy tree would. As you ponder, you feel something //call// to you. It's a soft pull, something gentle but insistent that prompts you to walk around the ancient tree. And that's when you find a heavy notch missing from part of the trunk, barely noticeable with how dark the wood and bark both are. A black sap has attempted to heal the wound, leading you to wonder how the tree seems both alive and dead. Your attention is pulled to something buried in the wood that appears to glitter. Peering closer, mindful of what you touch, just barely visible is a golden chain that the sap has encroached on. Digging out your trail knife, you carve away at the hard substance to reveal more of the metal, until you realize that it's a necklace…that ends in a pendant still lodged in the trunk. You look at the axe in your hand and at the wound in the tree, and you know who was responsible. "You found it," you hear behind you. Aster approaches and looks closely. "This must be it," he adds. "You really have found it. I don't feel //anything// from it." He reaches out, uncaring of the black sap. He trails a finger along the chain until he reaches the buried pendant and snaps his hand back. "Did it hurt?" you ask. "It pushed me away…" He chuckles. "This is it…it's really their stone. We need to cut more of the wood away." The air shifts. Duri emits a low and menacing growl, and everyone prepares in response. Something is here. Aster chuckles. "Well, it appears we've been lured into a trap." He readies his crossbow and levels you with a hard look. "Prioritize the stone no matter what happens. The sooner it is in your possession, the better." You feel an energy crackle through the air. Tightening your grip on the axe, you search for the source. [[Something moves in your peripheral vision.|7.41]]

Instinct snaps your gaze back to the tree. Nothing happens for a tense moment, and then you spot movement again, a shift along the dark wood. Something…<<if $phobia is "centipede">>//crawling//<<elseif $phobia is "spider">>//crawling//<<elseif $phobia is "snake">>//slithering//<<else>>//moving//<</if>>. Something dark and smoke-like rises from the tree, seeping through the bark and coalescing into a form. You step back, horrified as <<if $phobia is "centipede">>a long creature with many legs appears in front of you. The sight nearly makes you gag as it scuttles along the tree toward you, wriggling body moving swiftly as you hear the tap-tap-tap of the many legs. It has horribly long mandibles that seem aimed at you.<<elseif $phobia is "spider">>a bulbous creature with eight long legs appears in front of you. The sight nearly makes you gag as it scuttles along the tree toward you, moving swiftly despite its thick body as you hear the tap-tap-tap of the legs. It has horribly long fangs that seem aimed at you.<<elseif $phobia is "snake">>a long scaly creature appears in front of you. Wriggling and almost slimy looking as it swiftly moves along the bark toward you. The sight nearly makes you gag. It opens its mouth and hisses at you, displaying two long, dripping fangs.<<else>>a long smokey blob glides along the bark as if it were alive. Though it makes no sound and has no eyes, you feel like it's watching you, coming for you. It reaches out from the tree with a wispy black tendril.<</if>> You keep out of its reach, holding the axe in front of you. A bolt from Aster's crossbow suddenly spears it. Your face scunches as you watch it flounder in the throes of death before going still. He pulls the bolt out and reloads it, and the creature dissolves into nothing. "Hm," Aster muses. "I expected…more?" You give him a flat look. "Do ''not'' fucking say that." There's movement on the tree. Your gaze snaps to it, and instinct tells you to back away. There's more movement along the bark as it comes alive and beings to <<if $phobia is "centipede">>crawl<<elseif $phobia is "spider">>skitter<<elseif $phobia is "snake">>slither<<else>>undulate<</if>>. Every bit of the tree's surface begins to move from the roots to the top branches. <<if $phobia is "centipede">>Fierce pinching mandibles and writhing legs begin to appear from the bark in droves. You can //hear// them chittering and moving as more and more breach through the black surface – //millions of centipedes//.<<elseif $phobia is "spider">>Fierce twitching fangs and creepy long legs begin to appear from the bark in droves. You can //hear// them chittering and moving as more and more breach through the black surface – //millions of spiders//.<<elseif $phobia is "snake">>Fierce dripping fangs and long slithering bodies begin to appear from the bark in droves. You can //hear// them hissing and moving as more and more breach through the black surface – //millions of snakes//.<<else>>Long gripping tendrils begin to appear from the bark in droves. They reach and grab at anything, including each other, as more and more breach through the black surface.<</if>> So many collect on the surface of the tree that they begin to tumble off. With every one that falls, more rise and begin to creep along. All of you back further away as the entire tree and the ground around it fills with the magic creatures. Your breathing picks up as your heart races. "Fuck this," you curse, gripping your grandmother's axe. No one is sure whether to attack or not; you can see it on their faces. Rune seems to have a blast of magic waiting, a purple glow along the blade of $Rhisher staff. Oswin is poised to strike with his sword, and Zahn, though there are tears in $Zhisher eyes, has $Zhisher bow aimed and ready. Duri is focused on the tree, unmoving and ready to charge. The creatures finally stop erupting from the tree, simply wriggling where they've landed… [[Until they all move as one.|7.42]]

In perfect unison, they all face the same direction – toward Aster. He stares back, unflinching. "I've made it angry," he says. "Focus on the stone, we will keep these things busy." You clutch the axe until you hear the handle creak under the pressure of your grip. "You want me to //focus// with those things everywhere?" "Best get to work with that axe," he remarks. The creatures move. Aster darts away and every <<if $phobia is "centipede">>centipede<<elseif $phobia is "spider">>spider<<elseif $phobia is "snake">>snake<<else>>tendril<</if>> immediately takes chase. You dart away as the horde comes much too close for comfort. Rune unleashes a purple blast by swinging $Rhisher scythe, cutting through many of the horrible things, and upheaving many more. This just seems to anger them, and the horde scatters out in a wide area. You move out of the way as a group reaches you. Swinging the axe, you kill some and fling others away from you. <<if $phobia is "centipede">>The sounds of the legs and chittering make your skin crawl.<<elseif $phobia is "spider">>The sounds of the legs and chittering make your skin crawl.<<elseif $phobia is "snake">>The hissing and threatening fangs unnerve you.<<else>>The silent monster unnerves you.<</if>> They seem to perish quickly enough, but there are millions to contend with. You slash and slash as the others do the same. You need to get back to the tree, but there's no path. Another radiant blast sends a cascade of the vermin into the air, many evaporating like smoke. Suddenly, they all still. You and your friends do the same, panting and waiting. The creatures don't move. [[And a shudder pulses through the air.|7.43]]

Again, they all move as one. <<if $phobia is "centipede">>The millions upon millions of legs all squirm together as their long segmented bodies begin to //congeal//.<<elseif $phobia is "spider">>The millions of long hair legs and bulbous bodies with sharp fangs begin to //fuse//.<<elseif $phobia is "snake">>The wriggling, twisting lengths of their scaly bodies wrap around each other, forming a massive ball of fangs and venom.<<else>>The writhing tendrils begin to //fuse// into each other, creating a massive bubbling blob.<</if>> Your stomach turns again as the fusion grows and grows. The ground shakes, and you and your friends all call out as the mass bursts into one gigantic <<if $phobia is "centipede">>centipede<<elseif $phobia is "spider">>spider<<elseif $phobia is "snake">>snake<<else>>mass<</if>>. <<if $phobia is "centipede">>It rises up, taller than the tree, half of its legs still on the ground, the other half wiggling in the air as equally massive mandibles pinch and antennae wiggle. It //roars// in anger, stagnant energy radiating from it. Flickering white eyes scan the field until they land on //you//.<<elseif $phobia is "spider">>It stands taller than the tree, with massive, long legs stamping around as it rears up. Displaying long fangs, its many white eyes search the field until they focus on //you//.<<elseif $phobia is "snake">>It rises up, taller than the tree, mouth open and massive fangs dripping with black venom. Its long body coils up ready to strike as its white eyes focus on //you//.<<else>>The massive tendril rises up, taking the form that is almost hand-like with several wriggling appendages. You recoil when large white eyes appear on the main body – completely focused on //you//.<</if>> Your friends aren't close. You grip your axe as Aster and Zahn fire shot after shot to disrupt the creature's focus. It lunges. [[You brace.|7.44]]

The blow never comes. The creature is stopped short just an arm's length away and suddenly dragged back. You hear a terrible snarl and see a glow of golden light as Duri bites into the massive, horrible thing and drags it away from you. $Dcapitalheshe has also grown larger, though doesn't match the demon's size. The great wolf shakes $Dhisher head, and you watch as what looks like black blood flows from the thing's body. It screeches, making you cover your ears. Aster yells, "Get the stone, NOW!" You make a break for it, axe in hand. <<if $interest is 'choppin'>>You've never met a tree that could withstand your strikes. Failure is not an option.<<else>>You call on everything you ever saw your papa and grandmother do and ask them for strength.<</if>> Lining up your first strike, you wing your arm back and swing as hard as you can into the drunk. Grandmother's blade is still sharp, gouging the wood and sending bark flying. The creature screeches in what is either anger or agony. You wrest the head of the axe out of the tree <<if $interest is 'tradin'>>with great effort<<elseif $interest is 'healin'>>with great effort<<else>>struggling slightly<</if>> as the tree doesn't want to let go. You want to check on your companions, but you try to stay focused, pulling the axe back again for another strike. Duri's vicious snarls and snapping jaws echo around you as the others yell. You hear the twang of a bowstring, the click from the crossbow, and the ring of metal, and you see purple light dance around you. You cannot stop now when your friends' lives rely on what you can get done with this axe. You strike again and again, heaving with effort as sweat drips down your brow. <<if $interest is 'choppin'>>Papa's voice is in your head, 'Vary your strikes, Sprout.'<<else>>Da's voice is in your head, 'If anyone can do this, it's you.'<</if>> Black wood and bark fly back at you, but you don't quit. Your life is on the line, and even if there are days you see little value in that, there are others who do. Their love pushes you to keep chopping away. The tree groans as the wood splinters. <<if $interest is 'choppin'>>It's like no other tree you've ever cut, the wood is almost more akin to stone.<<else>>You strain, muscles screaming that they weren't made for this.<</if>> Memory tugs at your mind. The nightmares. Being under a tree as ominous as this in a pool of blood. //You are the curse.// Panting, you struggle to clear it from your mind as you strike again, missing your target and burying the blade in the wrong section of the trunk. You pry it out, using your foot to help you pull. //You are the curse.// Once again, tears blur your vision. One of your friends calls out. //You are the curse.// The tears stream down your face as you strike true again. //You are the curse.// <<if $magicpref is "command">>You tap the well within, ordering it to come to you.<<else>>You reach into the well within, pleading for help.<</if>> A soft glow of $magiccolor emanates from your hands and down the axe. Your next strike cuts deeper, and the massive creature screams again. //You are the curse.// <span><span style="color:gold">"You are mine,"</span> a soft, delicate voice soothes the harshness of your thoughts. You strike again. Zahn screams Duri's name, and you almost look away. //You are the curse.// A sob escapes you when you realize you can smell blood in the air. <span><span style="color:gold">"You don't deserve this,"</span> the voice says. With a scream, you strike again, with enough force that the tree shakes and some of the upper branches fall. The wood splinters around the pendant, revealing a sharp black stone. The ground shakes around you, tremendous thudding getting closer and closer to you. The hair on the back of your neck standing up. Oswin yells, "Somebody get its attention! Draw it away!" You hear the creature growl behind you as you strike again. You know it's there, you resist looking. You have to keep going. The sense of wrongness surrounds you, the pressure of corrupt magic, of a demon bearing down on you. <span><span style="color:gold">"I will burn my very soul to keep you safe."</span> The wood cracks and the stone slips. You lunge to grasp it, pulling desperately as you hear the thudding right behind you and the others begging you to move. The stone isn't loose enough… [[You turn your head.|7.45]]

<<if $phobia is "centipede">>Pinching mandibles reach for you.<<elseif $phobia is "spider">>Massive fangs bear down on you.<<elseif $phobia is "snake">>Long fangs dripping with venom encroach on you.<<else>>A massive hand reaches for you.<</if>> A blur of grey and white fur slams into the creature, the force of which knocks you over. The sounds of Duri's snarls almost make you recoil. There's blood soaking $Dhisher fur as $Dheshe pins the demon, biting and tearing anything $Dheshe can reach. You struggle to your feet and grab for the stone again. A piercing whine from Duri resounds, and your gaze snaps to the two tangled in a fight. Blood //pours//. <<if $phobia is "centipede">>The great wolf is caught in the jaws of the demon.<<elseif $phobia is "spider">>The great wolf is caught in the fangs of the demon.<<elseif $phobia is "snake">>The great wolf has been speared by the fangs of the demon.<<else>>The great wolf has been speared by the sharp tendrils of the demon.<</if>> $Dcapitalheshe cries out over and over. <<if $Dstat is 'friends'>>You scream Duri's name.<<elseif $Dstat is 'romantic'>>Your heart stops as you scream Duri's name.<<else>>You call out in shock.<</if>> Rune intercepts, guiding a sharp magic javelin into the beast to force it to let go of the demigod. You return to the stone, scratching and pulling at it, making your hands bleed until it slips free. [[The demon bellows.|7.46]]

Its white eyes snap to you. Rune hits it again and again with more spears of purple magic. Aster and Zahn fire on it as Oswin rushes to Duri's side, as $Dheshe shifts down into human form. You hold up the stone towards it and sneer. "It's //mine//." The demon screams and shudders before it charges, enraged. The stone glitters in your hand as a strange sensation surrounds you. It feels as though the gem comes alive, and the beast freezes in the wake. The stone glows black and silver, merely a twinkle. And the demon disperses like smoke. Shock keeps you in place, staring at the voice where the demon was, and everyone else does the same. "We need to move!" Oswin orders. You look over and see him picking up Duri's limp form, blood coating $Dhisher skin, and black ooze spouting from $Dhisher mouth. It's just like the sickness from last time. Rune runs to their side, following closely as you begin to rush toward the barrier to get out. Who knows whether the stone will keep you safe? There's no time to breathe or think, you just run as much as you can. The only rest you take is when Duri needs to vomit. You reach the boundary much more quickly than when you entered. Oswin doesn't take the demigod much further, setting $Dhimher down while Rune rushes to work on $Dhimher. The mage calls out for supplies, and the others obey. Sonnet rushes forth to aid. Duri calls out in anguish, crying for $Dhisher mother as $Dhisher body twitches in agony. <<if $Dstat is 'romantic'>>You grip your hair in your fists as you watch, shocked into inaction. Frozen solid in disbelief that this could happen to //your// sweet demigod.<<if $interest is 'healin'>> You're supposed to be a healer. What are you doing? Why can't you move?<</if>><<else>>Your heart breaks for the demigod, and you're so overwhelmed that you're not sure what to do.<<if $interest is 'healin'>> You're supposed to be a healer. What are you doing? Why can't you move?<</if>><</if>> The others are either hovering around Duri or rushing to get things. And you, you have a magic stone in your hand still. You stare at it, feeling that it draws your attention in an unusual way. It's diamond-shaped, black with glittering silver speckles throughout, reminding you of the night sky. The gold pendant it’s set into came away with it, but only part of the chain stayed attached. Hearing Duri gasp in pain, you clutch it in your fist and thrust it in your pocket. Your heart is still racing, and you struggle to catch your breath as you begin to pace down the road. You need to move, you need to do //something//. What are you supposed to do now? What should you do? [[There's a light touch against your wrist.|7.47]]

You sigh in relief as you think one of your friends has come for you. When you turn, you don't see any of them. All are still down the way with Duri, and you have wandered down the road farther than you thought. Much further…. The touch at your wrist happens again, and you look. A little black string dangles like a bracelet. You sigh. A thread must have come away from something and clung to you. You make to grab it with your other hand, but your fingers pass right through. You blink, unsure of what you just saw. You try again and again, but each time your fingers slip //through// the string. And then you notice one on your other wrist, too. You turn your head to look at your friends, only to find them further away. You look down. You're walking… Why are you walking? Planting your feet, you try to stop, but you don't. You struggle and pull, but nothing happens. You try to yell, but your mouth stays shut. Staring down, you see black strings coming from your knees and ankles. [[There's nothing you can do as you are pulled into the forest.|7.48]]

You do not know how long you are made to walk. Whatever force propels all your limbs and joints to move does so at an easy pace. It even helps you to avoid obstacles, but it never stops for a moment. You find that you don't get tired like you normally would if you were hiking through all this way. In fact, more than once, you have allowed your body to go limp and found that it still walked on…as if you were a doll on strings. You catch glimpses here and there when you focus, the threads of wispy black tendrils along your arms and legs that pull you. You don't feel them unless you try to pull away, yet they don't cut your skin, no matter how much you struggle. The path this force leads you on is convoluted with a number of twists and turns that you lose track of quickly. You travel through thick trees, gulleys, and even a cave as it pulls you closer and closer to the small rocky cliffs north of the road. You try to snap twigs or break the foliage to leave a trail, but the force does not allow it. After a time, you realize that not even your footprints are left behind. You are meant to disappear without a trace. You think of your companions… <<if $Orelationship is "love">>What will Oswin do? How will he feel? How does he feel right now? Your heart breaks for him. The way you were whisked away was so fast. His back was turned, and you know that he'll tear himself apart over it – that he turned his back just for a moment. No. //No.// You can't do that to him. You can't break him, not when you've finally captured a little bit of hope.<<else>><<if $mainRO is "Zahn">>What about Zahn? After you've made such strides. $Zcapitalheshe is finally free of the cult, spreading $Zhisher wings and becoming who $Zheshe wants to be. After everything, what will your disappearance do to $Zhimher? Zahn can be so strong, but it's clear you're important to each other. What happens to $Zhimher without your support?<<elseif $mainRO is "Duri">>Your thoughts go to Duri, and you deeply regret leaving $Dhisher side. $Dcapitalheshe was so sick again, wounded for your sake too. You should have done more to help, rather than letting others do everything. Why could you face it? Even if your judgment was clouded and you were upset. Duri has become so important to you; your connection is unmistakable. You've come to know how sensitive $Dheshe really is, even if $Dheshe won't acknowledge it $Dhimselfherself. What will this do to $Dhimher? The loss of $Dhisher mother and uncle is already so heavy to carry. Will this just be another grief on $Dhisher shoulders?<<elseif $mainRO is "Rune">>You think of Rune and the connection you've made. There's something special between you, a kinship of care and respect. If only you hadn't left $Rhisher's side. There was so much more for you both to learn about each other, $Rheshe was opening up, you were seeing the hidden parts of $Rhimher. You had deeper to go, and now you're going to be cut short. Will $Rheshe try to find you? Will you be able to find each other again? Will your disappearance hurt $Rhimher?<<elseif $mainRO is "Aster">>The smug noble enters your mind. You were cracking through his exterior, seeing the soft side underneath, and now this. He needs the stone for something, too. What happens to him now that you're gone and he doesn't have it? Will he come for you? Or…will he just come for the stone? You don't know for sure if this will have an effect on him, but you know at least that he wasn't immune to you. He even opened up, even if just a little. Does this give him a new reason to close himself off from everyone?<<elseif $mainRO is "Nathan">>Your thoughts go to the playful merchant, the man you've had this odd pull toward. What if you don't get to sit and talk with him again? Will the others tell him what happened? Will he be sad? You don't like thinking about not reappearing, but right now it's difficult to feel like you're getting out of whatever this is. You wanted to tell him your story, tell him the whole thing. You think he would have loved to listen to it…<</if>><</if>> The stone sits heavily in your pocket. It is so dark, the canopy is thick with barely any light poking through. Aside from trees, there are few other plants, only low shrubs that the trees allow just enough light to survive. You try to call for help again, though it might be futile, but no noise passes your lips. [[You're terrified…|7.T2][$Tfeeling to "fear"]] [[You're angry…|7.T2][$Tfeeling to "anger"]] [[You're curious…|7.T2][$Tfeeling to "curious"]]

<<if $Tfeeling is "fear">>Your mind races through all the things that await you. Will you walk forever? There must be a person behind all of this, and you don't want to meet them. Anyone who would abduct you like this won't have your best interests at heart. Again, you are a…puppet. You're a puppet. Your heart begins to race. Is this what Aster told you about? The precious stone in your pocket becomes infinitely heavier. Is this why? Did you just anger the God of Chaos? Did you just steal from the Puppet Master? You struggle harder, but it's useless.<<elseif $Tfeeling is "anger">>You're so frustrated. This just adds to the growing list of shit that keeps being thrown at you. Being sick most of your life, being in danger almost constantly, your life being threatened, facing demons, and now you are nothing but a toy – a puppet. A puppet… Again, you fight against the tethers that you can barely see, trying to break free. Is this what Aster told you about? The precious stone in your pocket becomes infinitely heavier. Is this why? Did you just anger the God of Chaos? Did you just steal from the Puppet Master?<<else>>What is this about? You can't help but wonder. It's not that you are without worry, but there must be a reason behind this. Why wouldn't the person responsible merely come and speak with you if they wanted something? If they want anything from you, it must be the stone, right? Wouldn't they have made a move sooner otherwise? Was it calculated? Did they wait until you were all exhausted? You stare at your wrists and down at your legs. You can make your body go entirely slack, and it will still move. Like…like a puppet. A puppet on a string. Curiosity gives way to worry. Is this what Aster told you about? The precious stone in your pocket becomes infinitely heavier. Is this why? Did you just anger the God of Chaos? Did you just steal from the Puppet Master?<</if>> Taking some deep breaths, you try to settle yourself. You must stay in your right mind if you're to do anything about this, no matter how hard it is. Just as you begin to wonder if you should sleep while your body moves on its own, you realize a gap in the trees is up ahead. You feel it must be at least close to sunset as only flickers of orange light slip through the leaves above you. And something feels…odd. The entire experience has been odd – but something in the air is filled with a sense of overt wrongness. It feels like you're being watched from all sides, like there are eyes all around and even above you. As the strings pull you through the opening in the trees that allow the last moments of sunlight to drift in, you see…a figure shrouded in darkness. The pull stops once you crest the gap, and you are allowed to stand on your own power. Your knees nearly buckle at the sudden shift. The figure draws all your attention for the moment, until you realize what they sit upon. Collapsed and broken is the familiar sight of a once-colorful caravan. All the wheels are missing; it is tilted on its side, with bits of the walls scattered about. At your feet is a tattered piece of the shop's banner, smeared with red… Your heart leaps to your throat. Which caravan is this? Could it be…Nathanael's? <<if $mainRO is "Nathan">>Something in your heart cracks, but you try to ignore the feeling. You won't even consider it. This cannot be his. It //can't//.<<else>>He was just at Foster’s Rest...<</if>> You look about and see no sign of his cat or elk. You look back at the figure, now much more ominous to your eyes. Did they do this? What have they done to the shopkeeper? You study them and believe that they study you in return. They sit, hunched over, elbows on their knees, with their hands up. You notice the little black wispy strings hanging from their fingers, much like the ones that appeared on your arms and legs and walked you through the forest. They have extremely long dark hair, and in the low light, it is difficult to make out much else, but their robes are torn. They are completely silent, and you realize that no birds or insects make a sound in their presence. The air feels unnaturally still. You think of the night that the curse, or whatever it really is, marked you. The feeling is so similar that you shiver. It was the last time you remembered such silence, such nothingness. The figure shifts and hops from their perch, but doesn't hit the ground. [[They float.|7.T3]]

<div class="centered-image"><<include "Typhon full portrait">></div> A man hovers before you, hands out to either side. He'd be very tall even if not hovering in the air. His black tresses reach his feet as he floats towards you and begins to glow. His clothing is completely torn off from his hips upward. Though the material was once a rich color, it is clear that blood has soaked into it, dyeing it a deeper red. He floats towards you slowly, coming further and further into the dwindling light. You see, his skin is etched with a myriad of strange black markings. His large frame is well-muscled. His torn robes, which sit low upon his hips, leave little to the imagination with the vee of his pelvis almost fully on display. Who would sit in the forest in such a state? Is this really the Puppet Master? The figure stops a few steps away from you and then slowly descends back to the ground. Standing on bare tattooed feet. When he says nothing, the silence feels like a literal weight on your shoulders. The beat of your heart is erratic. Do you say anything? Should you try to run or try to fight? He hasn't attacked you, but this isn't right. To fill the silence, you ask… [["Who are you?"|7.T4]] [["What are you?"|7.T4]] [["What do you want?"|7.T4]]

<div class="centered-image"><<include "Typhon eyes">></div> You are met with orbs shining in a cacophony of colors, all twisting and fading together. No single color lasts long as they swirl together within a bright prism. They emit light, and you finally see your captor's face clearly. It is sharp, angular, with a strong jaw and defined cheekbones. His skin is tan, and you are a bit surprised that he does not appear very old, perhaps even close to your age. You stare at each other for what feels like an eternity. "You…" he says, voice deep and cracked as if from disuse. "...Have…" He stops for a moment. "...Lovely…eyes," he finishes, voice smoothing out over the final words. <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>It's a strange thing to say, but you try to be composed. "Thank- thank you."<<else>>You're almost irritated. "Did you capture me to give me a compliment?"<</if>> "''Give them to me''," he says, pulling your face closer to his own, nearly nose to nose. "Wha-what?" You try to move, but are bound in place. No matter how you pull or twist, you cannot maneuver from his grasp. His hands move, sliding along until he's holding the back of your head. <<if $Nflirt is "yes">>If you weren't being magically restrained, you would almost say the hold is loving. It's almost like a moment before a sweet and passionate kiss. A softness comes over his gaze. "Are you cold?" he asks, a peculiar amount of sincerity in his tone. You nod, unsure of why he would ask such a thing. He immediately wraps you in his arms, one hand palming the back of your head firmly as he presses you against him. You feel sick. The hand that wraps along your back splays and begins to rub up and down; it makes you feel gross. Why is he doing this? <<if $ch2merchinvite is true>>"I can warm you now…" he says in a whisper.<<else>>"I'm sorry," he mumbles.<</if>> He suddenly releases you from the hug only to slap his hands back to your face, forcing you close to him again by your head. <<else>>The hold is firm, but he isn't hurting you, at least yet. You can't tell what he's trying to do or wants to do, and you wonder if he knows either. His eyes feel unusually sad to you. But then it quickly shifts, and his hands slide back to grip the sides of your face //hard//.<</if>> The colors in his eyes flicker through green, blue, and then red. "Where are all the birds!?" he screams, before shoving you down to the ground. You hit hard, then scramble to right yourself. Now released from his grip and the mysterious strings, you crawl backwards along the cold ground to stay out of his direct reach. The figure clamps his hands over his ears and screams – a call so bloodcurdling that you flinch to cover your own ears. He looks to the sky and screams again, "Leave me alone!" Thrashing while holding his head, he continues to yell and call out as if in pain. You try to scoot away back to the forest while he's distracted. He stops abruptly as if he hadn't been in the throes of a chaotic fit, and begins to stomp back over, teeth gritting as he glares down at you. He grabs you by the ankle and begins to pull you towards the carriage. "This isn't right!" he yells. "Not right!" "//Not right//!" "''Not right''!" Over and over he screams it, each one sounding more and more like an anguished cry. You flail and twist, but his grip is sure. <<if $bodytype is 'broad and sturdy'>>It is rare, if not impossible, for most people to be able to hold you so easily like this. Your strength is so overshadowed that you feel like a child being dragged around.<</if>> Once at the carriage, he reaches out and hauls you up by your clothing, pushing your back against it. You feel something wet seep into your clothing. You smell iron. You swallow. You know this is blood. It must be blood. It's //always// blood. What has he done? Who has he done it to? Are you next? <<if $mainRO is "Nathan">>You beg for any power that may be listening that this is not Nathanael's blood. His happy smile flits through your mind's eye. He's too kind, too sweet to meet such a fate.<<else>>You have a morbid thought that this might be Nathanael's blood seeping into your clothing.<</if>> He presses in close to you, pinning you fully with his front, bringing his mouth to your ear. "You are so ''warm''…why am //I// so cold?" [[Fight back.|7.T5][$Tchoice1 to "struggle"]] [[Try talking to him.|7.T5][$Tchoice1 to "talk"]]

<<if $Tchoice1 is "struggle">>You bring your arms up and push against his chest with all your might. He doesn't budge, he doesn't even acknowledge the pressure against him. So, you try to thrash back and forth to break his grip, punching out where you can. It does nothing. Desperate, you reach within to the well of magic resting in your curse, <<if $magicpref is "command">>willing it<<else>>begging it<</if>> to push your aggressor away. You feel it stir and then //hesitate//. Your heart drops. It listened and then //recoiled//. You try again. The feeling whirls around you, and you feel rather than hear or see a resounding ''no'' in response, and then the feeling flutters away. You reach and reach and reach as Rune taught you, but it evades your grasp.<<else>>"Please," you start. "Please, I am no…no threat. Obviously, you can overpower me. There's no reason to hold me like this." He doesn't respond, merely staring at you. "You seemed upset," you add. "We can talk. Let's talk, please. You don't have to resort to this." Nothing. He only tilts his head. Your chin wobbles. "//Please//, I have a family. My fathers are waiting for me. Take what you want but leave me alive so I can come home to them…//please//."<</if>> …. Nothing you try seems to help. Your body begins to shake as you realize that you very well may die here. You strongly believe this is the mad god in the flesh, and it is clear that you are overpowered and helpless at his feet. The gods shouldn't be able to hurt you, but he doesn't seem blocked from any action against you. He wants something, though, he hasn't outright killed you. His threads could have wrapped around your neck and choked you without the need to drag you all the way here. Why? Finally, he blinks and then moves his face a little closer like he's studying you. <<if $merchantopinion >= 30>>He buries his face at the side of your neck and breathes. You push him what little you can as you recoil. "Stop that," you insist. God or no god, you will not abide this. He doesn't, and you feel his hot breathing against your skin. "I want to bite your throat so badly," he murmurs against you, and you can feel his lips move against your neck and the heat of his breath slide against your skin. "I'm sorry," he laments. Desperately, you push back and hit him. He pulls away suddenly, leaving you leaning against the caravan as he grabs his hair and screams to the sky. "I'm sorry! Stop it! Stop! Stop! Don't hurt $himher!" You watch as he screams and flails around, unsure of what to do. Yanking on his hair, he calls out again towards the sky. "I won't let you! I won't let you hurt $himher!" He screams again, and it sounds like the wail of grief.<<else>>His hand slides up and cups your throat, big enough to fully encompass the sensitive area. He squeezes, but it's gentle, more gentle than you'd anticipate – almost curious. You notice that his thumb rubs over your pulse point. "Hummingbird," he mumbles. You shake your head at him, eyes asking him to stop whatever it is he's doing. It shocks you when his eyes seem to widen in recognition of his actions, but only for a moment. He releases you suddenly, pushes off the carriage, and stumbles away while screaming again.<</if>> Falling to his knees, he cries out over and over, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" He begins to weep while looking at you. The colors in his eyes flicker – swirls of grey, green, and blue. He sobs. "I don't want to feel like this." Wretched sobs leave his throat one after the other, like a man bereft. "I fixed it…I fixed it, and it broke. //I// broke. I can't do this again!" This may be your only chance to calm him and get away; overpowering him or outrunning him is out of the question. There's a reasonable part of him, something that's hurting that you may be able to soothe enough so that he'll let you go, just as Sonnet told you of the magic in the Fields. "You don't have to," you say gently. "I can't do this again," he says, breaking down into a long, broken cry. "Again, again, again, again, again... It always comes. Where is the music? I want to dance!" He weeps, breath stuttering with each sob. You watch for a moment, stunned at the turn. The shadows around you shift, and you realize that the sun is fully down and the moon is out. Your eyes having adjusted, you take in the paint of red across the remains of the caravan and on this man's clothing and skin. It has soaked into your clothes as well and even shines against some of the trees. Your stomach churns, but you have to push on if you have any hope of getting out of this. "It's okay," you say in a shaky breath. "Let's take it a step at a time." "Steps!?" he cries out, switching from sorrow to anger. "But what about the birds!?" You place your hands out and open in a placating gesture. "We'll find them, okay? I'll help you." "Help?" You nod. "Yes, help. Just….um, take a few deep breaths with me." He faces you, still kneeling on the ground, and takes three long breaths with you. His shoulders seem to relax, though his eyes stay wide, glowing in swirling colors. "Can you tell me what you need? Are you looking for something?" You think you know the answer to that… "Found." "You found…something?" "''You''." He practically growls the word. Your nerves ignite. "What do you need me for?" If you presented the stone, would it just set off his ire again? "You touched it," he says lowly through clenched teeth. "You //took// it. I //feel// it. ''Thief!''" Suddenly, the magic stone in your pocket is unbearably heavy. You now have strong confirmation of who you're talking to, and the blissful niggling thread of doubt snaps. Should you offer the stone in exchange for your life and freedom? Would he kill you simply for having it? Why is he so angry about it? Before you can decide, the leaves of the brush rustle nearby. The strange man does not appear to notice. You hope it is your friends; you desperately hope it is them. You anxiously watch in the direction the sound comes from as the stranger mumbles strange words under his breath. The leaves of a bush part…and out pops //a cat//. A grey cat. Shadow. Your stomach turns again as you look at the blood and the caravan. Nathan. Your eyes are searching the parts of the wagon that you can see from this angle and all the blood that shines against it in the light of the moon. [[You try to stay calm.|7.T6][$Tchoice2 to "calm"]] [[You get angry.|7.T6][$Tchoice2 to "angry"]] [[You fight tears.|7.T6][$Tchoice2 to "tears"]] [[You're going to be sick.|7.T6][$Tchoice2 to "sick"]]

<<if $Tchoice2 is "calm">>You follow your own guidance and take several long, deep breaths, only to choke on the scent of iron in the air, the heavy smell of blood that's all around you. But if you don't keep things calm, it may be your blood painting this place next.<<elseif $Tchoice2 is "angry">>You clench your fists and glower at the mad god. God or not, he had no right to take the life of anyone. Nathanael has always been a kind and jovial sort of man. He didn't deserve this.<<elseif $Tchoice2 is "tears">>Your eyes burn and grief rolls in your heart. He didn't deserve this. He was a sweet man, someone jovial who liked to make people laugh.<<else>>You gag. All you can smell now is blood, the blood of the sweet merchant. A man who didn't deserve a fate like this. The thought that his blood is all over your clothes and the scent of it is in your nose makes your gut roll.<</if>> But you look at Shadow. The dumb cat has returned to the scene, probably looking for his master. You don't want to see anything happen to him. Not now. You wave your hand aggressively at the cat while the man is still distracted with his fit, still grumbling at the sky. "Go! Shoo!" you hiss. "Run, stupid cat!" Shadow stops and looks at you before prancing over and rubbing against your legs. "No-no-no-no-no, run, please," you beg. But it's too late. The color-changing eyes snap in your direction, spotting the fuzzy creature. He doesn't say anything, only reaching out, and then Shadow leaves your side, going towards him. You can't snatch him away quick enough, and you aren't sure if the man is using his strings or if Shadow is just this stupid. The man stares at the cat as Shadow stares right back, unbothered. Stupid cat. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. The crazed man picks him up, fumbling awkwardly at first before pulling the creature to his chest. You watch nervously. But he merely pets Shadow, cradling the grey poof in one arm as the other scratches along his back. The god begins to rock back and forth, nuzzling his face into Shadow's fur. You stare in shock. The man continues to weep, and Shadow patiently allows it. You kneel down, staying several steps away. "Do you know Shadow?" The man perks up and looks at you, and you realize his eyes are changing colors much more slowly. He holds the cat up a bit toward you. "Shadow." You nod. "Yes, I know him, too. You like him? You like cats?" "Shadow," he says, affection laced in his tone. You nearly choke on a breath. You look at the blood again, unsure, but you need to try something. "Nathanael?" you ask on a hunch. The man stares back at you hard, ceasing his rocking as his brow scrunches. "Are //you// Nathan?" Could it be? Why else would the cat be so calm? The man holds up the cat, looking very confused with you. "Shadow?" [[You approach and touch the god, hoping that you are right.|7.T7][$Tchoice3 to "touch"]] [[You keep your distance, but keep pressing.|7.T7][$Tchoice3 to "distance"]]

<<if $Tchoice3 is "touch">>You swallow your nerves and approach slowly, kneeling down next to the tall man. He doesn't seem to pay you much mind, only watching you curiously. With a shaking hand, you reach over and move his thick, long hair from his face to look closely. His lips twitch just a bit, you think, almost in a smile. Shadow purrs, unbothered. This man doesn't //look// like Nathan. His skin is darker, and there are no strands of silver in his hair either. You're pretty sure he's bigger than the merchant, and the face shape is different.<<else>>You crouch down slowly, keeping a wary eye on the god. He watches you back with curiosity, and Shadow purrs in his arms. From what you can see, he doesn't quite look like Nathan. His skin is too dark, and his face shape is different. Obviously, the eyes are wildly different, too.<</if>> But how else could this be explained? You've always known the merchant had secrets. Could he have stumbled upon something in his travels? Did he delve where he ought not to? The god shows you the cat again. "Shadow," he repeats. You nod. "I know who Shadow is. But I'm talking about //you//. You're Nathan, right? You run the store from your cart." You point behind you at the destroyed carriage. "You have an elk-friend that pulls it for you…" The man stops again. "Dainn." "Yes, yes, that's right – Dainn… But what is //your// name?" "My…name…" He looks to the sky and then back at you – eyes now white and glowing. [[“...is”|7.T8]]

<html><body><span><h1 style="font-size:30px;"><span style="color:red"><div style="text-align: center;">Typhon</div></h1></span></body></html> You shrink back. "Typhon?" He nods, his eyes beginning to cycle through colors again. "You're really not //Nathanael//?" You still doubt. A part of you hopes that somehow this is the playful merchant. If not…this blood, all this blood… But if it is him… <<if $Tchoice3 is "touch">>One of his hands whips out and grabs you, and you immediately regret getting so close.<<else>>Before you can dodge, he shifts suddenly and manages to grab your clothing and drag you closer.<</if>> Typhon invades your space, and Shadow begins to wriggle around in his grip. His big hand grabs the back of your head and brings your face to his. [[You whimper for mercy.|7.T9]] [[You stare back with defiance.|7.T9]]

You see his eyes closer now as the colors dance. You hadn't noticed the whites before. He'd almost appear like a regular man if not for his irises. Typhon sneers at you. "//This// is all your fault. It's //you//, you, you, you, YOU!" he screams into your face. You try to pull back, but his grip is resolute. Shadow hisses and begins swatting Typhon mercilessly, yowling, causing him to release you. You pull back expecting a display of horror… But Typhon does nothing against the onslaught of hissing and claws. Shadow growls and forcefully jumps from his hands. The cat walks away, sure to rub against your side as he passes. Typhon is staring at you. He searches your face for a long moment before looking at his hands, covered in strange markings, before looking at you again. His brow is scrunched in confusion, and you see little cuts from cat claws all along his face. [[Dab his wounds.|7.T10][$Tchoice4 to "dab"]] [[Stay put, but ask if he's okay.|7.T10][$Tchoice4 to "okay"]] [[Do nothing, he's the idiot that pissed off the cat.|7.T10][$Tchoice4 to "nope"]]

<<if $Tchoice4 is "dab">>You grumble at yourself and your stupid bleeding heart. This is a fantastically dumb move, but you can't stop yourself. You shuffle over to him, surprised that he only watches you. <<if $interest is 'healin'>>Thankfully, you have a pouch strapped to your waist that has clean linens for just such an occasion.<<else>>You find a relatively clean strip of your own clothing and tear it away to use.<</if>> Gently and very slowly, you reach up and begin to treat the scratches. His eyes go soft, and you'd swear that they begin to get watery as if he might cry.<<elseif $Tchoice4 is "okay">>You sigh. He doesn't deserve the concern after everything, but you can't help being a little concerned. He's a god, you know he's fine, but still…you possess the same bleeding heart as your papa. "Are you okay? That probably stung." His head tilts at you, and his gaze turns soft. There's a peculiar shine to his eyes.<<else>>You fold your arms and stare. "So you won't leave me alone when I want, but the cat is another story?" you ask with a huff. He watches you back, and you think you see his lips twitch. Is this bastard resisting a //smile//?<</if>> He keeps staring at you for a long moment before it seems surprise suddenly spreads in his expression. "$mc?" You freeze and stare back. The cuts on his face heal before your eyes. You hear shuffling and thumping behind you from the caravan. "What happened?" he asks. The voice has a familiar tone to it. You watch him carefully as you work on a response. "You…brought me here. Do you remember?" He stops and looks around. Confusion appears on his face again. <<if $Tchoice4 is "dab">>He grabs your hand suddenly.<<else>>He reaches out toward you.<</if>> "How…how many birthdays is that?" You sigh, the hope that any sense of sanity will fall upon him evaporating. "You don't remember bringing me here?" "You…are the cause." "Cause of what?" He pulls his hair and screams. //"Me!"// A wretched sob comes next, and he starts rocking himself again. You hear things behind you fall over as Shadow hustles back, carrying something in his mouth. Typhon clutches his head, tears falling and dripping from his face. Shadow crawls into his lap and begins to purr loudly, dropping the little object from his mouth. The man picks it up – it's a ring. It's one of Nathanael's, you'd recognize the gaudy green stone anywhere – the green stone that is now smeared with red. You turn to look back at the caravan. You wonder briefly if his body is back there somewhere. Perhaps you were wrong about them being one and the same. But why would Shadow be so friendly to a person who may have killed his master? You look back at Typhon, who is studying the ring. <<if $eyecolor is "green">>"It's lovely, like your eyes," he says softly.<<else>>"I'd like one that matches your eyes," he says quietly.<</if>> Typhon slips the ring onto his finger and appears to admire it for a moment, even wiping the specks of blood against his pants, before he gasps suddenly as if in pain. Shadow hops away again and returns to the caravan as Typhon rocks back and forth, staring at the ring as he <<if $hobby is 'storytelling'>>begins to recite something. It only takes a moment for you to recognize one of your own stories coming from his lips.<<elseif $hobby is 'singing'>>begins to hum a song. You would recognize the tune anywhere – it's one of yours.<<else>>begins to hum a song to soothe himself.<</if>> The cat returns with another ring… And another… Typhon donnes them one at a time, his emotions becoming more fraught each time. His attention is at least not on you anymore, but he flails around in distress – sometimes crying, sometimes screaming in anger, and then laughing. You consider trying to run off into the forest, but you fear his reaction if you do. So, you watch the sad display. And then…he begins to tear at his own skin with his fingernails, leaving trails of blood while he chuckles and rolls on the forest floor. [[Physically stop him.|7.T11][$Tchoice5 to "stop"]] [[Tell him to stop.|7.T11][$Tchoice5 to "tell"]] [[Watch to see what happens.|7.T11][$Tchoice5 to "watch"]]

<<if $Tchoice5 is "stop">>Shuffling over, you grab his hands gently, and to your surprise, he allows you to control them. "Don't hurt yourself, okay?" "Hurt?" You nod as you look him over. Likely, he'll heal easily like he did when Shadow scratched him, but you can't stop yourself from showing concern. As you inspect him, you notice some very fine and faint scars on his torso hidden amid all of the strange tattoos. Some of them clearly etch the tattoo pattern as well, as if the wound was cut first and then inked in. They're hard to notice unless you really look, especially with how dark it is. "Is that how you got these little scars? How did these happen?" He looks around himself and then nods. "Knives…" A bit of pity wells up inside you, and you swallow down sadness. You can't keep yourself from feeling for him. "What about the tattoos?" He nods again. "I see things…I //saw// things – I wrote them down. I don't want to forget the things I love... And then I made things, and I got better…I //am// better." His breathing falters as he looks into your eyes. "Am I better?" He then stares at the rings. "I feel better…I made these," he says, lifting his hands to show you.<<elseif $Tchoice5 is "tell">>"Hey," you start to get his attention. "Don't do that." He looks at you like a scolded child. "I mean it, you're hurting yourself. There's no need for that." Likely, he'll heal easily like he did when Shadow scratched him, but you can't stop yourself from showing concern. "Hurt?" he questions. You nod. "Yes." He runs his fingers over his torso, tracing around some of his tattoos and some spots along his ribs. "These hurt." You squint your eyes and notice marks, little scars, running along the areas he's touching. Some of them follow the patterns of the strange tattoos. "How did those happen?" you ask. He looks around at himself and then back at you. "Knives…" A bit of pity wells up inside you, and you swallow down sadness. You can't keep yourself from feeling for him. "What about the tattoos?" He nods again. "I see things…I //saw// things – I wrote them down. I don't want to forget the things I love... And then I made things, and I got better…I //am// better." His breathing falters as he looks into your eyes. "Is this better?" He then stares at the rings. "I feel better…I made these," he says, lifting his hands to show you.<<else>>You're not without sympathy, your fathers saw to that during your upbringing, but you can't risk getting close or too involved with him. It's hard to know what will set him off, and you're not exactly a willing participant in whatever is going on with him. Shadow trots over again, mewing sweetly as he paws at Typhon's arm, as if begging for attention. He smiles at the cat and stops the onslaught on his arms to pet the feline. Watching them interact, you'd never know that you were staring at a murdering god. Shadow succeeds in calming the man and even relaxing him. He takes some breaths and even murmurs an apology.<</if>> Little by little, he calms down, and you notice that the air around you doesn't feel as heavy as before. Typhon goes several moments without an outburst, almost looking sleepy at times. You only watch, wondering when you might have the best chance to get away. But his head suddenly jerks toward you, and his bright eyes go wide. Recognition seems to cross his face again, and he stares at you with his mouth agape. Clarity falls upon him. "Typhon?" you ask. "$mc?" he asks in a small voice. "$mc…what have I done?" He notices the blood smeared on his clothing and skin and suddenly scoots back, panting in fear. "What have I done!?" "Take a deep breath," you say, worried that you will lose him again in his panic. He crawls to you in a rush, long hair dragging along the ground. He grabs you by the shoulders as he begins to look you over frantically. "What did I do to you? Did I hurt you? Did I hurt the others?" His voice is still not one you recognize, but he speaks with definite familiarity. "...Nathan? Are you Nathan or Typhon?" It //must// be him. You don't know how, but you know it must be. His bottom lip quivers, his eyes still slowly flipping through colors. "Both…I'm…both. That doesn't matter – what have I done to you? Tell me and I can…" He suddenly sobs. "Why did it have to be you? I'm so sorry. I'm so, so sorry." "You…forced me out here and said and did strange things, but you haven't really //hurt// me." You think for a moment, seeing the relief flit through his face. "But…I think you do owe me an explanation." Nathan…Typhon sits back, running his hands through his hair, seeming confused when he notices the length. "I don't think I could give you the explanation you need…" "Start by telling me what name I should call you, and then tell me whose blood is smeared everywhere. Are you really Nathanael, or did you hurt him?" He looks at his arms and down his chest before running his hands through his long hair again. "Typhon…if you'd like to be specific about it. I suppose it's my true name, well, it's the one I remember at least…This is what I…this is my //real// flesh. But we're the same person, if you can believe it. ''Which do you find more handsome''?" He casts a flirtatious grin in your direction before suddenly smacking his own face. He shakes his head. "Sorry, ignore that… The blood is mine, Nathan's more specifically. But he's fine – //I'm// fine! Just…just ‘//broken//!" He grips his hair and takes a labored breath. You frown. "I'm sorry. I'm still…my mind is in so many places. It's all I can do to hold on to my clarity. I will need more time. Time. Time. Time! It's always time!" He groans and clenches his eyes shut for a moment before taking another breath to settle. "What's causing this?" He rubs his temples and then looks at you, bearing his teeth. "''ME''," he answers in a growl and then takes another deep, quavering breath. "Sorry. It's…magic – it's always ''fucking'' magic. The bad kind, the worst kind. You need to return to your friends and get far away from me. I need time to…make dinner…//no//, settle. I must settle down – focus, focus, focus. Once my mind is right… Once I find what I need, I will explain it to you." Shadow once again snuggles in his lap, and Typhon pets him affectionately. "I have no idea where I am. You pulled me through the woods for hours." "Fuck." He squeezes his eyes shut. "The fucking…birds. No! Gods dammit!" You see him shiver violently, shutting his eyes as if trying to bear a wave of pain. He takes breaths that are as shaky as they are deep while Shadow kneads his little paws against Typhon's legs. "You okay? Still with me?" He nods after a moment. "As you might have guessed with me, my mouth is the hardest to control – ''perhaps you could help'' – no! Sorry…I apologize, sincerely." He groans. "I can get you to them, but I will need to leave immediately after you are delivered." "It's getting late…I wasn't joking when I said hours earlier." "I can get you to them…um, instantly. Shadow will, actually. He helps me get around." You look at the little grey furball with renewed suspicion, and all he does in response is flick his tail with what appears to be irritation. "Quickly though, I'm late for the party…no. Just, here…" He stands, helping Shadow to sit upon one of his shoulders as he holds out a hand to you. [[Reach out, this may be the only solution.|7.T12][$Tchoice6 to "grab"]] [[Tidy his hair first.|7.T12][$Tchoice6 to "tidy"]]

<<if $Tchoice6 is "tidy">>A strange noise of surprise escapes him as you first touch his hair and pull leaves and sticks from it, shaking out some of the dirt that's gotten caught in the thick strands. He watches you with a profound softness to his gaze, the color of his eyes settling for a long moment. "Thank you," he says quietly. "Please, hurry and take my hand."<<else>>"You must hurry," he says.<</if>> You take it with some reflexive trepidation. A strange thrum of energy flows through your arm, giving you a pins and needles sensation, which makes you try to pull your hand back. He doesn't let you. "You have to touch me for this." He suddenly grits his teeth for a moment and squeezes your hand. "Touch! //Fuck//! Touch me!" He bites his lip a moment, slowing his breath before continuing. "Shadow will sense out for your nearest companion. You'll feel strange for a moment, and then we'll be whisked to them right away. Once you are safe, I will leave." You nod, looking up at the cat whose eyes are trained on you. He flicks his tail, and suddenly, you feel a dragging sensation hit you. You go light-headed, and then it suddenly stops. You blink. You look around, finding yourself somewhere else within the forest above the trees, atop a rocky outcrop. You hear water rushing. Typhon releases your hand, looking into your eyes with sadness etched on his face. "I promise – I will explain…and I will do anything to gain your for-" An arrow pierces his neck. Blood splashes across your face as Typhon gargles his own blood. You stare in shock, watching the tip of the arrow glint in the moonlight. "Move, $mc!" You snap to the voice – Aster. "I said ''move''! Don't trust him, he'll kill you!" Typhon gargles, before landing to his knees, clawing at his throat as Shadow leaps away and into the brush. <<if $mainRO is "Aster">>[[Run to Aster.|7.T13a]]<<else>>[[Back away.|7.T13b]] [[Try to Help Typhon.|7.T13c]] [[Run to Aster.|7.T13a]] <</if>>

Typhon reaches out to you, and you're not sure if he's trying to capture you or not. <<if $mainRO is "Aster">>Aster pulls you into him immediately. "Did he hurt you?" "No," you answer. "He may not be all bad, but his mind has been difficult. We may be able to talk to him." "Not a chance. He'll snap. Every story I have read says he loses control. I can get us out of here, but it won't feel great for you, I'm afraid." "What?" you ask as Aster turns and envelops you in his arms.<<else>>Aster grabs you by the upper arm immediately. "Stay close, I can get us out of here." "What? How?" You try to shake off his arm, but he tightens his grip. "Did he take the stone?" You shake your head. "No, I have it." "Good, brace yourself," he says.<</if>> The last thing you hear is Typhon calling out to you. A sensation hits you that is similar to when Shadow moved you earlier, but so much worse. It's heavy and disorienting. Vertigo takes hold of you, and your stomach roils. You try to breathe through it, but nothing resolves the horrible feeling. <<if $mainRO is "Aster">>You feel hands on you, sitting you up and turning you over. As you begin to vomit, you understand why. You cough up everything that remained in your stomach and begin to spit out the taste of bile. "What did you do?" you rasp. "I might have a few of the mad gods toys. His power is imbued in the cloak. It can take one from place to place in a blink, but the first few times are quite difficult." Your stomach rolls again. "We didn't have much time…I'm sorry." His tone is pointedly remorseful. Your vision begins to clear, but you remain dizzy. Aster begins to feel about your clothing. "What are you doing?" you ask, weakly pushing his hands away. "Where is the stone? We can use it to fend him off if he comes. I need you to place it in the ring for me. I fear it won't allow my touch."<<else>>You roll over as you begin to vomit, choking up everything in your gut and then some until only the taste of bile remains. You try to get your bearings, but are too dizzy. "What happened?" you ask, searching for Aster in your haze. "I took us elsewhere using my cloak. It's a little toy of the mad god himself. Very handy, but the first few trips with it are quite uncomfortable. You may be sick for a while." Struggling to sit up, you feel Aster's hands on you. You try to bat him away, but feel that he's searching you for something. "Where is the stone? I need you to place it in the ring for me. It likely won't let me touch it, and that lunatic may attack at any moment.<</if>> [[Refuse.|7.T13a1]] [[Comply.|7.T13a2]]

You shuffle away, creating space between you and the god as you watch on in shock. Typhon rips the entire arrow from his throat, blood pouring from the wound as he drags even the fletching through his neck. He struggles on his hands and knees, and you realize how much weaker he now seems compared to when you first encountered him. That is, until the blood begins to stymie of its own volition, and the flesh starts to knit back together before your eyes. Typhon growls, blood bubbling up to his mouth and through his teeth. Taking another cautious step back, you look to Aster, wearing the blue cloak and mask he wore when you first met, looking stressed as he stares back at you. "$mc, please – if you never heed me but this once…you need to run to me, get clear away from him. I can keep you safe!" <<if $Astat is 'romantic'>>Something odd flickers in his expression, but you can't place it. There's fear, but also something like sadness. "I need you to come to me, Pet, //please//."<<elseif $Astat is 'conflicted'>>Something odd flickers in his expression, but you can't place it. There's fear, but also something like sadness. "I need you to come to me, Pet, //please//."<<else>>There's desperation clear on his face, but his tone feels odd to you – commanding in a way you don't understand. "Get to me, now, $mc!"<</if>> You hesitate, remembering that this person, this god, is also somehow the strange and friendly merchant you've known for the last couple of years. He gave you a book on your birthday. He was returning you to your friends.<<if $N3bath is true>> You trusted him to keep you company during a bath, and he never hurt you.<</if>><<if $cake3Nathan is true>> You shared a cake together…<</if>> He even delivered a letter to your parents for you so they'd know you were okay. Is he that dangerous? Even Typhon himself seems to think so, but he hasn't actually //hurt// you…at least yet. You look back and forth between them, heartbeat picking up as you try to decide what to do. Do you protect the god? Does he need protection? If they fight, Aster may die, and Nathan – Typhon – doesn't seem to want to hurt anyone. Can you do anything to stop this? Should you? Aster is reloading his crossbow as Typhon's throat heals just as quickly. What do you do? Do you take a side, break them up, or even side with the mad god? Aster yells again, "$mc, don't trust him – he may snap at any moment!" Typhon rises to his feet, and his countenance changes. There's a heavy shift in the air as the strange black mist you saw from him earlier begins to flow from his back and down his arms. Black tendrils sprout from his shoulders like extra arms, looking exactly like the demon you found in the Fields… He turns to face Aster, eyes glowing and flickering with color. "So…" He begins, voice laced with anger. "You must be the little ''pest'' I've been searching for…the one with sticky fingers and a foolish mind." You shift back a little more as the mist grows and begins to twitch and flick with anticipation. Maybe you shouldn't have hesitated… Aster cackles. "Yes, but many are after me – you aren't special." He aims the bow, but his eyes flick briefly to you. Is he stalling? "That won't do you much good, hunter," Typhon says, standing to his full intimidating height as more wisps of black flow along his body. It's definitely magic, similar to how Rune's can look when it's visible, when $Rheshe forms it into what $Rheshe needs. You think of how you felt it when he first pulled you into the woods – it felt so wrong, so much like the magic from the demon you had just faced. But now…you don't feel that. The sense of wrongness is gone, but you're not sure when it happened. "$mc!" Aster calls to you again. "Come to my side, I can keep you safe until the others come." Typhon looks at you, his eyes flickering. "Leave him. Leave him, and find the others. He only wants that stone in your pocket, and it's not safe for you to linger with me." [[Run to Aster.|7.T13a]] [[Stay with Typhon.|7.T13d]]

You curse your bleeding heart just a little as you rush to Typhon. <<if $interest is 'healin'>>You suppose you can file this under 'occupational hazard.'<<else>>What are you? A healer?<</if>> Even after seeing his wounds heal before, this looks severe and painful. As your knees hit in front of him, Aster screaming at you to get away, Typhon yanks the entire bolt through his neck. It's one of the barbed ones. You gasp and immediately clasp both hands to his throat. "Stop!" you plead, "You'll make it worse." The blood oozes through your fingers and your stomach turns with either sympathy or disgust as you apply pressure. Typhon's hands cover yours as he gargles and struggles to breathe. He pats them gently, and you don't understand. You feel the flesh under your palms begin to move. Your eyes go wide as the god gently takes your hands in his and squeezes them. You watch as the flow of blood stops and the flesh knits back together until only the stain of spilled blood remains. "You are so kind, $mc," Typhon says. "I am sorry that you are sullied with my blood." You just shake your head, unsure of how to react. "I don't think your friend is really your friend. Stay close to me." Black mist rises from his shoulders. The wispy tendrils resemble the strings that led you into the forest and also the demon you found in the Fields. "I need to get my ring out of his possession. If he gets the stone there is no telling what he might do." He rises to his feet and turns to face Aster. Aster glowers and it's directed //at you//. "Why are you so stupid!?" he yells. "What sort of fool is abducted by a crazed god and then tries to help it!?" "One who understands kindness, young hunter. Something I wager you know little about. I suppose you must be the little ''pest'' I've been searching for…the one with sticky fingers and a foolish mind." You shift back a little more as the mist grows and begins to twitch and flick with anticipation. Aster cackles. "Yes, but many are after me – you aren't special." He aims the bow again. "That won't do you much good, hunter," Typhon says, as more wisps of black flow along his body. It's definitely magic, similar to how Rune's can look when it's visible, when $Rheshe forms it into what $Rheshe needs. You think of how you felt it when he first pulled you into the woods – it felt so wrong, so much like the magic from the demon you had just faced. But now…you don't feel that. The sense of wrongness is gone, but you're not sure when it happened. You're surprised when Aster tosses down the crossbow. "You're right." "My ring, hunter. You can keep the cloak as a consolation prize," Typhon holds a hand out. Aster's eyes shift to you. "You won't hurt $mc?" "Of course not. I'm pleased that you would have a care." "Of course I would," the scholar answers, approaching with the ring pouch in hand. You sigh with relief that Aster seems to have found reason and you walk to meet him. [[But he grabs you.|7.T13cgrab]]

Aster glowers and it's directed //at you//. "Why are you so stupid!?" he yells. "What sort of fool is abducted by a crazed god and then stays anywhere near it!?" Typhon tsks. "One who understands kindness and second chances, young hunter. Something I wager you know little about." Aster throws his hands in the air. "$mc!" he whines and then rubs his eyes. "Fine! Fine…" He sets the crossbow down. "I just need my ring, hunter. You can keep the cloak as a consolation prize," Typhon holds a hand out. Aster's eyes shift to you. "You won't hurt $mc?" "Of course not. I'm pleased that you would have a care." "Of course I would," the scholar answers, approaching with the ring pouch in hand and watching you. You sigh with relief that Aster seems to have found reason, and you walk to meet him. [[But he grabs you.|7.T13cgrab]]

You push away from him, though you're disoriented. "No, let's think for a moment. We shouldn't dive into using the stone so fast." "Despite what you may think, we have a crazed god likely on our trail who will want his ring, stone, and cloak back if he catches us. I'd rather not be made to dance to death if I can help it." He grabs you again, and you push him away, only for your wrist to be snatched painfully. "The stone, //now//," he growls. <<if $mainRO is "Aster">>"Aster," you plead. "What has gotten into you? Give me a moment, please. That hurts a bit, you know." His grip eases. "I'm sorry," he says. "I'm…I'm truly sorry." Adjusting his grip, he moves to hold your hand instead. "I don't know if I've ever been sorry for anything other than myself before…" He scoffs. "You've turned me into a mess…" Your vision begins to clear, and you try to focus through the vertigo. "You're stressed, let's just settle down and think about what we should do. Can you take us further with the cloak?" He shakes his head. "There's a limit, and…and I can't delay any longer." "Delay what?" "The stone, $mc. Now," he says softly. "I can't do this. I can't play this game. I can't just be normal. I'm sorry. Either you…Either you hand it over willingly, or I must take it. You are not in any shape to fight me." A crack forms in your heart. "Wh-what? Aster, what are you talking about?" You try to get up, only to flounder and begin to gag with motion. "Please just do this the easy way…I //need// it. I need…I need //you//." You shake your head. "Why?" "I'm sorry. Just know that it's probably something you would care about. That's likely of little comfort to you now, though." Your vision blurs him into double and then triple. He's right, there's not much you can do if you can't stand without vomiting or even see. You reach into your pocket and pull out the stone as Aster brings out the pouch with the ring. He sighs. "There have been few lights in my life, Pet. The brightest one I have ever had will be extinguished unless I finish this. Don't think I take pleasure in snuffing out yours either. You are the //warmest// light I have known. Either way this ends, I lose too, and I am sorry that I dragged you down with me." You clutch the stone, heart reeling. "I trusted you. I gave you a chance. Despite everything you said…I still wanted to. So, you'll take the power I need to break this curse and be done with me?" He's quiet. "I will take this curse as well," his voice breaks. You swallow. "I see…this was never going to help me, was it?" He doesn't answer, but gently grabs your wrist to move your hand towards him.<<else>>You fight against him out of reflex, feeling ill as soon as you move. Still, you try to shove him off. "Aster, cut this out and be reasonable," you hiss. His grip hardens and he yanks you closer. "The stone, //now//, time is short." You nearly wretch again, vertigo taking hold. "You're in no condition to fight me. The stone or your life." "Traitorous snake!" you yell, trying to throw your fist at him, but he bats it away with ease. The motion leaves you heaving, and you turn and vomit once more as the ground feels like it spins beneath you. "You'll be ill for a while, $mc. Just settle down and work with me." He begins to pay you down until he finds the pocket with the stone. "Grab it. You'll place it in the ring for me, and I'll be on my way." "Fuck you," you bite back as you begrudgingly do as he says. "Don't fret, I'll hold up my end of the bargain. You won't have that pesky curse when I'm done after all." There's something in his tone that you don't like. "This was never going to help me, was it?" "I can't be like you and your buddies, no matter how much I want to. My hands are tied here, and I have no way out but through you. It's not personal."<</if>> [[A crack like thunder sounds.|7.T13a1fight]]

You dig through your pockets as Aster helps steady you. Your head spins, and your stomach continues to roll. "Will this really help?" you ask, finally feeling out the right pocket. "It's our best chance," he says. Pulling the stone, he leans over you and procures the pouch with the ring. <<if $mainRO is "Aster">>"Thank you, $mc," he murmurs. "And…and I'm sorry." He moves to hold your hand. "I don't know if I've ever been sorry for anything other than myself before…" He scoffs. "You've turned me into a mess…" Your vision begins to clear, and you try to focus through the vertigo. "What do you mean? What are you talking about?" He shakes his head. "There's a time limit, and…and I can't delay any longer." "Delay what?" "The stone, $mc. Now," he says softly. "I can't do this. I can't play this game. I can't just be normal. I'm sorry, once I have it, I'll be on my way." A crack forms in your heart. "Wh-what? Aster, what are you talking about?" You try to get up, only to flounder and begin to gag with motion. "Please just do this the easy way…I //need// it. I need…I need //you//." You shake your head. "Why?" "I'm sorry. Just know that it's probably something you would care about. That's likely of little comfort to you now, though." Your vision blurs him into double and then triple. He's right, there's not much you can do if you can't stand without vomiting or even see. You clutch the stone that you fought so hard to get. He sighs. "There have been few lights in my life, Pet. The brightest one I have ever had will be extinguished unless I finish this. Don't think I take pleasure in snuffing out yours either. You are the //warmest// light I have known. Either way this ends, I lose too, and I am sorry that I dragged you down with me." You clutch the stone, heart reeling. "I trusted you. I gave you a chance. Despite everything you said…I still wanted to. So, you'll take the power I need to break this curse and be done with me?" He's quiet. "I will take this curse as well," his voice breaks. You swallow. "I see…this was never going to help me, was it?" He doesn't answer, but gently grabs your wrist to move your hand towards him.<<else>>With a groan, you pause to let your head stop spinning. He grabs you by the arms and yanks. "The stone, //now//, time is short." You nearly wretch again, vertigo taking hold. "What is wrong with you? Give me a moment!" you snap. "You're hesitating, give me the stone or your life. I am not in a bargaining mood." "Traitorous snake!" you yell, trying to throw your fist at him, but he bats it away with ease. The motion leaves you heaving, and you turn and vomit once more as the ground feels like it spins beneath you. "You'll be ill for a while, $mc. Just settle down and work with me." He begins to pay you down until he finds the pocket with the stone. "Grab it. You'll place it in the ring for me, and I'll be on my way." "Fuck you," you bite back as you begrudgingly do as he says. "Don't fret, I'll hold up my end of the bargain. You won't have that pesky curse when I'm done after all." There's something in his tone that you don't like. "This was never going to help me, was it?" "I can't be like you and your buddies, no matter how much I want to. My hands are tied here, and I have no way out but through you. It's not personal."<</if>> [[A crack like thunder sounds.|7.T13a1fight]]

The sound makes both of you recoil. You wretch again as you struggle to back away, finding it almost impossible to figure out where you're going. All you can tell is that you're atop a stone and can smell pine needles. Through double vision, you see Typhon floating, black tendrils whipping at his sides as he comes after Aster. He looks enraged – eyes glowing, the feeling of malice rolling through his magic and into the air. What if he really has lost his mind? Will he turn on you? Aster lets out a string of curses. He has no crossbow now, not that you think it would matter if he did. "Fuck it," you hear him snap. A blinding white light surrounds him, making pain radiate through your head. You clutch it in agony as you writhe. Desperately, you claw at the stone to try to pull yourself away. The waves of magic feel like oppressive weights beginning to crush you. You dare to look to get some semblance of what you should do or where you should go and see Aster surrounded in the radiant white light, domed in front of him like a shield. He looks to be screaming as blood pours from his eyes and Typhon's black tendrils attempt to spear him. The air feels like it's about to burst. You hear the trees all around you begin to snap, and the crash of them falling over from the pressure. A large branch lands next to you, barely missing your legs. You call upon your own magic to shield you, but it denies you yet again. You scream, though hearing you in the mess of power around you is probably impossible. [[There's a small, cold, wet press against your forehead.|7.End]]

A sensation hits you that is similar to when Shadow moved you earlier, but so much worse. It's heavy and disorienting. Vertigo takes hold of you, and your stomach roils. You try to breathe through it, but nothing resolves the horrible feeling. <<if $mainRO is "Aster">>You feel hands on you, sitting you up and turning you over. As you begin to vomit, you understand why. You cough up everything that remained in your stomach and begin to spit out the taste of bile. "What did you do?" you rasp. "I might have a few of the mad gods toys. His power is imbued in the cloak. It can take one from place to place in a blink, but the first few times are quite difficult." Your stomach rolls again. "Why? The matter was settled! Now you may have actually made him angry." "I didn't trust him, and I had to think fast…I'm sorry." His tone is pointedly remorseful. Your vision begins to clear, but you remain dizzy. Aster begins to feel about your clothing. "What are you doing?" you ask, weakly pushing his hands away. "Where is the stone? We can use it to fend him off if he comes. He'll be furious. I need you to place it in the ring for me. I fear it won't allow my touch."<<else>>You roll over as you begin to vomit, choking up everything in your gut and then some until only the taste of bile remains. You try to get your bearings, but are too dizzy. "What happened?" you ask, searching for Aster in your haze. "What did you do?" "I took us elsewhere using my cloak. It's a little toy of the mad god himself. Very handy, but the first few trips with it are quite uncomfortable. You may be sick for a while." Struggling to sit up, you feel Aster's hands on you. You try to bat him away, but feel that he's searching you for something. "Why? The matter was settled! Now you have probably angered him. If he was calm before, he definitely won't be now!" "Where is the stone?" He insists again. "I need you to place it in the ring for me. It likely won't let me touch it, and that lunatic may attack at any moment.<</if>> [[Refuse.|7.T13a1]] [[Comply.|7.T13a2]]

In a blink, you find yourself lying in the grass close to the road. It's dark still, and it's hard to tell just where you are. A wave of dizziness crashes over you as you try to sit up. Shadow mews at you, pressing against you as if to insist that you stay on the ground. Disoriented, you take the cat's advice and stay still for a few moments, trying to understand all that just happened. A sudden thunder-like noise rolls above you, and you have an idea of what it was. You wonder about the fight that's raging on. And Aster… Aster betrayed you. <<if $Astat is 'romantic'>>Your heart aches. There was something there between you, wasn't there? Was it just you? Did he use your feelings? But…the way he looked at you. He shared things with you. Was it all an act?<<elseif $Astat is 'friends'>>A part of you almost feels like a fool. You had a connection, or so you thought.<<elseif $Astat is 'neutral'>>At least his true motivations have been outed before you could get too close.<<elseif $Astat is 'distrust'>>Your instincts were right all along.<<elseif $Astat is 'afraid'>>Your instincts must have been right. Your fear was trying to tell you something.<<else>>Your heart aches. Maybe your fear was trying to tell you something the whole time, but your judgment was clouded. Was it just you? Did he use your feelings? But…the way he looked at you. He shared things with you. Was it all an act?<</if>> Maybe it doesn't matter now. It's over. Once again, there is too much on your mind, too much new information to make sense of. You were abducted by a god. That god turned out to be a merchant you've known for two years. You've taken magical rides through thin air. Aster betrayed you all to get to- There's a magical stone in your hand still. A piece of you wants to chuck it into the woods. Dragging it up, you hold it between your fingers and stare into it. Shadow curls up on your stomach, purring. It's pretty. The longer you look, the more it looks like a night sky full of sparkling stars. If you focus, you can feel the power thrumming within it. Unlike the ring component, it doesn't seem to threaten to suck the life from your soul. What do you do with it? You pocket it again and stare up into the real night sky as the events of the day spin through your mind… [[You're tired.|7.End2][$endfeelings to "tired"]] [[You laugh.|7.End2][$endfeelings to "laugh"]] [[You cry.|7.End2][$endfeelings to "cry"]] [[You seethe.|7.End2][$endfeelings to "anger"]]

<<if $endfeelings is "tired">>With a sigh, you flop your head back to the ground and go limp. This is too much, too big. Maybe some adventure in life isn't all bad, but this is gods and magic, curses and artifacts. None of which you signed up for. Your eyes feel so heavy, as heavy as your mind and heart right now.<<if $Astat is 'romantic'>> The only thing heavier is the hurt from your feelings being so easily used up and shattered.<<elseif $Astat is 'conflicted'>> The only thing heavier is the hurt from your feelings being so easily used up and shattered.<</if>><<elseif $endfeelings is "laugh">>It starts with a sudden snort. Then, as the preposterousness of it all settles in, it builds until you are rolling on the ground cackling. Shadow rides it out, but looks at you strangely. You laugh, wondering if any of this really happened. Perhaps you are the one with madness?<<if $Astat is 'romantic'>> The only thing funnier is how your feelings were so easily used up and shattered.<<elseif $Astat is 'conflicted'>> The only thing funnier is how your feelings were so easily used up and shattered.<</if>><<elseif $endfeelings is "cry">>It starts with an incredulous huff and quickly bubbles into sobs. This is too much. You're only 24 years old, so why must you go through this? What burdens will fall upon you next?<<if $Astat is 'romantic'>> The only thing worse is the hurt from your feelings being so easily used up and shattered.<<elseif $Astat is 'conflicted'>> The only thing worse is how your feelings were so easily used up and shattered.<</if>><<else>>If Aster were to appear before you now, without all his dirty little tricks, you'd probably strangle him. You ball your hands into fists and grind your teeth. This is too much shit for one 24-year-old.<<if $Astat is 'romantic'>> The only thing worse is how your feelings were so easily used up and shattered.<<elseif $Astat is 'conflicted'>> The only thing worse is how your feelings were so easily used up and shattered.<</if>><</if>> <<if $Astat is 'romantic'>>On top of everything else, it appears now you will also be nursing heartbreak. Maybe your feelings were too quick to take hold. Did he feel the same thing, or did he merely manipulate you for it? Still…it felt like he treated you with more warmth. And those things he said to you earlier. Why express regret if he'd just been using you the whole time? Why? Why did Aster do this?<<elseif $Astat is 'conflicted'>>On top of everything else, it appears now you will also be nursing heartbreak. Maybe your feelings were too quick to take hold. Did he feel the same thing, or did he merely manipulate you for it? Still…it felt like he treated you with more warmth. And those things he said to you earlier. Why express regret if he'd just been using you the whole time? Why? Why did Aster do this?<<else>>On top of it all, you are left with the burning question – why did Aster do this?<</if>> Now you have a powerful stone, which is useless without a ring held by someone who might want you dead. What now? You're pretty sure the others would be looking for you. Will Typhon come for you or will Aster? Are you a sitting duck awaiting the hunter's arrow by just lying in the grass by the road? Shadow mews at you, scooting closer until his front paws land on your chest and begin to knead. With a sigh, you reach up and scratch his ears. He looks like any ordinary cat. Perhaps with more intelligent eyes, but still. Yet, apparently, he can do magic? You have so many more questions. Despite how full your head is, exhaustion is winning. Your eyes get heavier and heavier until your hands drop to your sides. Shadow’s green eyes watch over you as your eyes struggle to open after every blink, until they shut completely for the night. [[No dreams wait for you…this time.|7.End3]]

The dance of little paws on your sternum rouses you suddenly. You grunt and push the furry creature so that his weight doesn't feel like it's piercing your organs. He huffs at you, but you ignore him and try to return to sleep. Sunlight filtering through your eyelids is making that very difficult…and so is the shouting. You snap up with a gasp, sending the cat tumbling to the ground with a grumpy grunt. "$mc!" You hear in the distance – a mixture of voices. Sitting up, you stagger to your feet and stumble over to the road. When did it become daylight? You just fell asleep…didn't you? Up the road, you see them – all your companions with the mounts, calling and waving to you. <<if $Astat is 'romantic'>>Well, all except one. You suddenly remember the ache in your heart.<<elseif $Astat is 'friends'>>Well, all except one. You suddenly remember the sting of betrayal.<<elseif $Astat is 'afraid'>>Thankfully, without Aster.<<elseif $Astat is 'conflicted'>>Well, all except one. You suddenly remember the ache in your heart.<<else>>It's a relief you don't see the traitorous bastard among them.<</if>> You don't spot Duri, but with Rune driving the wagon, you think $Dheshe still may be too sick to walk and is riding in the back. Zahn rides $mountname, and Oswin is urging Flit on to get to you. You begin jogging to try to catch up with them a little, though you are still very tired. Shadow runs along at your side. Once close enough, everyone dismounts and rushes to you, save for the demigod. Oswin's eyes are so red, and he is filthy from head to toe. Rune is more disheveled than you've ever seen, and Zahn has dried mud caked from $Zhisher shoes to waist. <<if $Orelationship is "lockout">>You notice Oswin's shoulders relax as he closes his eyes with a sigh of relief. After a steadying breath, he smiles at you.<<elseif $Orelationship is "friend">>Oswin begins to rub his eyes. "Thank the stars," he murmurs, voice raw.<<elseif $Orelationship is "love">>Oswin's eyes lock on to you as big tears stream down his face. He tries to speak but gets tied up in it, stumbling and barely catching himself with his hands to his knees.<</if>> <<if $Zphys is true>>Zahn's face lights up as $Zheshe approaches<<else>>Zahn grins as $Zheshe approaches.<</if>> <<if $Rstat is 'friends'>>And the relief is clear on Rune's face.<<elseif $Rstat is 'romantic'>>And the relief is clear on Rune's face, though something complicated flickers in $Rhisher eyes. For someone always so composed, they suddenly appear very…not.<<else>>And the relief is clear on Rune's face.<</if>> <<if $Orelationship is "love">>Finally steady, Oswin stumbles toward you, and you meet him halfway, grabbing hold of his arms to support him. "What happened to you?" he asks, his voice is weak, nearly gone. "Are you hurt?" <<if $touching is "none">>He holds onto you like a lifeline, and you fear that he's close to collapsing.<<else>>He holds onto you tightly, like you may slip away again if he lets go. You hold him just as tight, fearing that he's not strong enough to stay standing.<</if>><<else>>Rune and Zahn look at each other and then at you. "What happened to you?" they both ask. "We looked everywhere, all night," Zahn adds. Rune shakes $Rhisher head. "I was too exhausted and distracted with Duri that I couldn't pick up a trail from you at all. We were so frightened for you. And Aster is missing now, too. He never returned to us."<</if>> You sigh heavily and look at them each in the eyes. "I…I don't even know where to begin." <<if $Astat is 'romantic'>>Betrayal stings your heart again.<<elseif $Astat is 'conflicted'>>Betrayal stings your heart again.<<else>>The deception renews its burn.<</if>> But, you'll get to that. "Um, I was pulled into the forest by magic." Rune's back straightens. You continue, "These…" You remember the feathery tendrils. "Threads wrapped around my wrists and legs and made me- made me walk. It looked a bit like how the demon was in the Fields – black and wispy. They dragged me all through the forest for hours….I-" You remember the Typhon you met in that dark patch of woods, his erratic behavior, the torture in his screams as his mind seemed to fall apart in front of you. Shaking off the flashes of memory, you continue, "I don't know how else to say this, but I met the //owner// of the stone we took from the Fields…" Rune chokes on a gasp. <<if $Orelationship is "love">>Oswin squeezes your arm and pulls you towards him, and Zahn mumbles a string of swears.<<else>>Zahn swears as Oswin suddenly grasps your arm and pulls you towards him, surprising you.<</if>> You'd expected more conversation, but all of them fall silent and look…behind you. The back of your neck tingles. Slowly, Rune extracts $Rhisher staff. "Did the master of the stone have very long black hair?" "Yes," you say, realizing what they likely see. "But it gets more complicated." Oswin shoves you behind him and draws his sword before you can explain anything else. He's barely standing as it is. What does he think he's doing? Sure enough, down the road, not far from where you slept, Typhon stands. Obviously, Aster is not with him, and you wonder how things turned out between the two. The Puppet Master was known to kill, according to the scholar. Was that true? Did Aster meet the same fate as the people from his stories? The god begins to walk toward you, taking his time. Shadow bounds off towards him. "What?" Oswin questions when he finally notices the cat. "Why is there a cat here?" You sigh. "I told you, it got complicated. That man…that man is Nathanael." Oswin scoffs. "$mc, that can't be…" "It's true. That was his cat, Shadow. I saw his caravan in the woods, and I thought he was dead at first, but it turned out…" You gesture toward the slowly approaching god. Zahn grips $Zhisher hair in both hands. "Shit, shit, shit… What do we do? We barely survived a demon, and Duri is still sick." Rune steps forward. "He can't kill us, and I don't believe he can physically hurt us either." "//Physically//," Oswin repeats. The mage shrugs with a weak smile. <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>You scoff. "Yeah, I don't know if that limits what he can do that much."<<else>>You snort. "Well, clearly abduction is still on the table. Twice in one year, I am just too popular these days…"<</if>> You rub your face as you watch the cat reach his master and then jump into his arms. Typhon stops to snuggle the grey poof, and you can tell from here that he seems happy to be reunited. The cat moves to his shoulder to sit as he continues the approach. "I don't know…I don't think he'll hurt us." "He //abducted// you," Oswin says, swaying on his feet. "He did," you reply. "But…something was wrong with him. I don't think he wanted to, which…that might sound worse when I say it like that. I don't know how much we can trust him, but he did protect me from Aster." That makes everyone turn to look at you. Oswin's face goes pale. "What did that horrid little bitch do?" he asks with a growl.<<if $Orelationship is "love">> "I swear, if he touched you at all, I will cut all his fucking fingers off and shove them down his throat."<</if>> <<if $Orelationship is "love">>You blink, shocked at the venom in his words.<<else>>You scratch the back of your head.<</if>> "Well, he wanted the stone and…and I think he wanted to use it on me too." "Hey, everyone," Zahn says, voice squeaking. "I'm sorry, but um, he's a lot closer now." All of you look over and see Typhon is standing just a few long strides away, Shadow now at his feet, rubbing against his legs affectionately. He seems to be waiting on you to make a move. <<if $Orelationship is "love">>[[You motion him over.|7.End4a]]<<else>>[[You motion him over.|7.End4a]] $flirt_label [[You go to Typhon.|7.End4b][$Thug to "no"]] $flirt_label [[You go to Typhon and give him a hug.|7.End4b][$Thug to "yes"]]<</if>>

His eyebrows go up when he notices, and he hesitates for a moment before walking over, putting his hands up to placate Oswin and Rune, who have their weapons out still. "I won't hurt any of you," he says quietly. He looks right at you and adds, "I'm in control now." Oswin doesn't like the phrasing and raises his sword toward the god. "And what did you do when you //didn't//?" Typhon, for a god capable of catastrophic power, looks terribly crestfallen at the suspicion and hostility. "I'm sorry," he says gently. "I did something terrible, and I'll take ownership of that. I have much to explain to you." "What happened to Aster?" you ask. <<if $Astat is 'romantic'>>You hate that you're worried about him.<<elseif $Astat is 'conflicted'>>You hate that you're worried about him.<<else>>You need to know if you should watch your back or not.<</if>> "We had a bit of a skirmish, but he was tricky and has…he's stolen a few of my //personal effects// and managed to evade me. He was wounded, but not fatally. I'd not kill him." His eyebrow twitches. "Not to say I didn't think about it." Zahn steps forward. "Um, who are you then? Are you really Nathan?" Typhon nods. "I am him…//too//. We're the same, I just look different." Zahn steps up and offers a hug. "That's good in my book." The god's chin quivers and his eyes go soft as he hesitantly accepts the hug. "That's kind of you, little one." "You were kind to me," $Zheshe replies, stepping back. "I knew you were nice from the start." Oswin and Rune both sigh in unison, but you think for different reasons. The former does at least put his sword away. "How do we know for sure that you can be trusted?" Rune says. "I have only met Nathanael once in passing, so I am not so convinced. The merchant was ill when I saw him. How do I know that you did not cause this illness and take him?" Typhon nods. "That's a valid question." [[He takes a breath, only to be interrupted…|7.End5]]

You know who this man is. He looks different, but what's that in this new world of magic and gods you've found yourself lost in these days? Duri and shift into a giant wolf, this isn't that much different. You don't understand how it works or why he does it, but it's still the sweet merchant that you've grown to trust, whose company you enjoy so much. Leaving the relative safety of your friends, while Oswin and Rune make garbled noises of shock and protest, you hustle over to Typhon with a kind smile. His brow furrows in disbelief<<if $Thug is "yes">>, and when you open your arms to hug him, his expression shatters into something like dismay. Lifting his arms, he accepts your offer, and you embrace him. His hold is very gentle, as if he fears hurting you, but then gradually tightens. He's so warm, and you think you catch the familiar smell of incense and tobacco. <<if $height is 'verytall'>>In a sweet gesture, he leans his head against yours, and runs a hand along your spine.<<elseif $height is 'tall'>>In a sweet gesture, he rests his head against yours and rubs a hand along your spine.<<elseif $height is 'average'>>In a sweet gesture, he bends closer and cradles the back of your head with one hand.<<else>>In a sweet gesture, he bends closer and cradles the back of your head with one hand.<</if>> "I don't remember my last hug like this…" he mumbles. "Thank you for not being scared of me…" You lean back to look at him. "Maybe your appearance is different, but I feel like I still know who you are."<<else>> When you show no fear, something in his expression breaks. You watch his eyes, noticing that they shimmer but in a different way. Here in the daylight, you don't see a god looming over you; you just see a man. A man you know must be plagued by something. He smiles back at you. "I don't…I can't remember the last time someone looked at me like that. I don't know if I can even remember a time that any human…//wasn't// afraid to be near me." You shrug. "Maybe your appearance is different, but I feel like I still know who you are."<</if>> The relief and delight on his face are palpable. You lead him back to the group, everyone else shooting each other glances. Oswin still looks a bit worried, but Zahn smiles brightly. Though Rune's expression is harder to read. "I won't hurt any of you," he says gently. He looks right at you and adds, "I'm in control now." Oswin doesn't like the phrasing and raises his sword toward the god. "And what did you do when you //didn't//?" Typhon, for a god capable of catastrophic power, looks terribly crestfallen at the suspicion and hostility. "I'm sorry," he says quietly. "I did something terrible, and I'll take ownership of that. I have much to explain to you." "What happened to Aster?" you ask. <<if $Astat is 'romantic'>>You hate that you're worried about him.<<elseif $Astat is 'conflicted'>>You hate that you're worried about him.<<else>>You need to know if you should watch your back or not.<</if>> "We had a bit of a skirmish, but he was tricky and has…he's stolen a few of my //personal effects// and managed to evade me. He was wounded, but not fatally. I'd not kill him." His eyebrow twitches. "Not to say I didn't think about it." Zahn steps forward. "Um, who are you then? Are you really Nathan?" Typhon nods. "I am him…//too//. We're the same, I just look different." Zahn steps up and offers a hug. "That's good in my book." The god's chin quivers and his eyes go soft yet again as he hesitantly accepts the hug. "That's kind of you, little one." "You were kind to me," $Zheshe replies, stepping back. "I knew you were nice from the start." Oswin and Rune both sigh in unison, but you think for different reasons. The former does at least put his sword away. "How do we know for sure that you can be trusted?" Rune questions. "I have only met Nathanael once in passing, so I am not so convinced. The merchant was ill when I saw him. How do I know that you did not cause this illness and take him?" Typhon nods. "That's a valid question." [[He takes a breath, only to be interrupted…|7.End5]]

"Uncle Ty?" Duri's meager voice asks from behind you. You turn and notice how wrecked $Dheshe still looks. Dark rings under $Dhisher eyes make the poor demigod look haunted. The lacerations on $Dhisher's arms and legs are unhealed bandages, revealing new bloodstains, and you wager that the ones hidden under $Dhisher's robes are the same. The demigod limps, mostly dragging one leg. $Dcapitalhisher eyes look so strange, almost depleted of color. "Pup?" Typhon responds, seeming to forget the rest of you as he surges forward toward Duri. Rune and Oswin flinch, ready to protect their friend, but Duri hobbles toward the god with a small whimper. $Dcapitalheshe falls against Typhon, who hugs $Dhimher close, cradling the demigod's head close to his chest. Taking a good look at Duri's state, Typhon shakes his head. "What did you get into? And why are you awake already?" Duri tries to grin, but doesn't quite pull it off. "I was never good at rules, you know that. You weren't there when I woke up… I thought you were dead." $Dcapitalhisher eyes water in a shocking display of emotion. "I'm so sorry, I was going to come back when it was time for the enchantment to break. I swear it. I checked it before I left. I don't…I don't understand. And why do you look like shit?" Duri rolls his eyes. "Why is your hair longer than Mama's?" $Dcapitalheshe raises one eyebrow. "Yet you still can't grow a damn beard." Typhon snorts. "Still a brat. What would your father say?" The two respond in unison with a mocking deep voice, "You're an embarrassment to the family line!" Duri begins to laugh weakly, and loses $Dhisher balance. Typhon catches $Dhimher and holds $Dhimher up. "I can fix you up," he says softly. You approach. "Duri? This is…" $Dcapitalheshe nods. "The uncle I told you about," $Dheshe responds with a tired smile. You look between the two and raise an eyebrow. Duri clears $Dhisher throat. "Not by blood, obviously." You nod. As memory serves, Duri told you that this uncle of $Dhishers was unwell. That seems to line up with what you've experienced so far… Rune begins tending to Duri, fussing over bandages, as $Rheshe looks at you. "We should camp. There's much to discuss, it seems." [[It may be another long day…|7.End6]]

Finding a private area a ways off the road, everyone makes camp. Typhon looks incredibly out of place. It's then, as you're making a fire and setting out supplies, that you realize just how different he looks from Nathanael, yet now, with how calm he's been, there's an air about him that's as familiar as the merchant. Unconsciously, you examine him as you stack wood for the fire. It's his mannerisms. The way he moves his hands when he speaks, though perhaps it's the familiar rings on his fingers that are what call that to memory. Once Duri is sat somewhere comfortable, $Dhisher uncle tends to $Dhisher wounds with magic – the same wispy black tendrils which dragged you along like a puppet on a string cover the wounds. The demigod closes $Dhisher eyes, looking relieved. It's hard to tell what Typhon does, but Duri's color improves steadily, and the sickness in $Dhisher eyes abates. Rune watches over them, clearly still leery of the god, but pleased Duri is getting help. Once the basics are settled and a cauldron of food is set above the fire to cook, the conversation starts. Oswin asks for your account first, so you tell of all you experienced. Typhon covers his face when you speak of what he did. He has little recollection of the events. Duri consoles him along with Shadow – the two seem to compete for the god's attention…. When you speak of Aster's role, <<if $Astat is 'romantic'>>emotion nearly chokes you up.<<elseif $Astat is 'conflicted'>>emotion nearly chokes you up.<<else>> you can't keep the venom out of your tone.<</if>> Notably, Duri gets upset, and Oswin doesn't fare much better. The two never really bonded with Aster, but butted heads a lot. You imagine they must be aggravated to have allowed him so close for so long. Once your story is finished, everyone's eyes travel to Typhon, who has taken to braiding Duri's hair. It dawns on you that he may be acting a little nervous. The thought almost makes you laugh. [[The god clears his throat as he stands.|7.End7]]

"So…" he starts and then stares at all of you. "This isn't really a conversation that I ever really wanted to have again, and I fear that I'm unsure of where to start." Rune shifts in $Rhisher seat upon $Rhisher bedroll. "You can start by clarifying if you are this so-called mad god or not." "//Runey,//" Duri hisses. "It's okay," Typhon replies. "It is a fair thing to ask. It's true." He looks at the ground. "It's not exactly something I like about myself, but even //so-called// gods get little say in fate." The mage seems satisfied with that assessment and nods. "Perhaps I did not have access to secret histories like Aster claims to have had, but I am well-versed in the history of the pantheon. The name Typhon or anything like it was never mentioned." The god shrugs. "Typhon wasn't my only name, and I wasn’t exactly well-loved either." Purple eyes blink at him expectantly, and you find that Rune's demeanor is harsher than you'd normally expect. You thought $Rheshe was more fond of the gods because of $Rhisher relationship with Casimir. "I don't remember. I don't know how many names I've had before. When I would forget, I would find a new one. Typhon is one that…that's clung to my memory. I am…" He rubs his face. "Ancient. I was one of the first." Rune scoffs. "I know Casimir personally. She is like a mother to me. I have heard tales, true tales, about the ancient ones, and there was no mad god in them." Typhon sneers. "That is because she would //never// call me mad." His chin quivers, and his voice rolls with anger. "She and her brother were one of the few who //ever// showed me love." You stand and raise your hands. "Let's settle, please." You meet Rune's eyes. "For now, we don't need to ask about the validity of his godhood. Let's hear what he needs to say, and then we can ask follow-up questions." Nodding, Rune looks at Typhon and murmurs an apology. "I have a question," Duri says, despite what you //just// said about that. "Why do you have a cat? Who the fuck is Nathanael?" "I'm getting there, Pup," Typhon says affectionately. "I'll…there's so much, and it's still hard to focus. Also, that was two questions." "Ass," Duri says. "Brat," Typhon returns with a smile. He turns to you then. "I have struggled with godhood since the beginning. The very catalyst that drew power to me also…corrupted my mind. Many years ago, during the war, I was going through an upheaval of sorts. I couldn't stand to just be the mad god. I did whatever I could to find a way to change that, to keep myself in check and my mind in order." Raising his hands, he wiggles his fingers. "That's where these came in." You remember how he seemed to calm when Shadow brought him his rings one by one. "I am not always plagued with instability, and I found solace when crafting enchanted items. My magic is such that it overflows to the point of burden. The more it gathers, the less control I have. Many of the artifacts that are coveted by hunters, such as Aster, were things I made to help keep myself sane. Eventually, I discovered ways to make things that could store or block the magic from me. The stone you carry was…it was the piece that saved my mind from complete ruin." With a hand, you feel the stone in your pocket. "But now you need it again? You're losing control?" He nods. "I found ways to help restore my mind. Many of my memories remain lost. My powers were unique among the gods. Many were content to keep me crazed since it rendered me unable to steal any of their precious sycophants. Yet they came to me for weapons and jewelry imbued with power. I didn't want to be the god of madness; I never wanted to be that. So, when I had enough control, I used the power that corrupted my mind, and I forced my catalyst into something else." "Into what?" you ask. A happy and wistful smile spreads on his lips. "Whimsy. What I always really wanted to be – fun, lighthearted, kind." His eyes water. "What I still want to be. And I was able to stay that way thanks to Hayat and Casimir." Gesturing to Duri, he continues, "Duri and $Dhisher mother became family. When she…passed, I raised $Dhimher." He looks at the demigod with a tilt of his head. Duri nods, then begins fiddling with the grass where $Dheshe sits. "Duri struggled after $Dhisher mother passed. After a while, when it was especially hard, $Dheshe asked me to put $Dhimher into a magical slumber. It was a technique I had used for myself, and it helps reset the mind – ideally. Once Duri was asleep, I simply lingered. I traveled a bit and stayed at the shrine. Eventually, I got it in my head that I could…//be// someone else." Oswin raises his hand. "So you can shift like Duri does, but in a human form?" Typhon fidgets. "No…it's more complicated. I became known as the puppet master because I could indeed control others, but I…I am also…I can //embody// a flesh-and-blood 'puppet.' That is what Nathanael was. He was- is who I wanted to be." He runs the torn robe at his hip between his fingers. "I spent the last 38 years being him – well, me, just with a different face so I could start over. I opened the store, found Shadow, then Dainn. I search for old artifacts, the ones I made, so I can get rid of them." Zahn speaks up as $Zheshe stirs the stew in the pot, "Sounds to me like you were doing something good. You have a store and your workers are really nice. They seem happy too." $Zcapitalheshe smiles. The god chews his lip. "Well…thank you, but I must confess…" His eyes shift around. "I'm…" Oswin groans. "Easy, Twinflower," Typhon chides playfully. "At least let me confess before you grumble." He waves his arms and wiggles his fingers as if performing. "They are also me, as it turns out." "Wow!" Zahn exclaims. "That's amazing!" Typhon smiles until Rune clears $Rhisher throat. "You're telling me that not only are you this Nathan – the merchant – but you are also a short, //busty// woman with black skin, ''and'' a tall, lanky gentleman with very light skin?" The god nods. "It's part of my powers. It would look suspicious if the same man appeared so regularly on my route, given…" He rolls his hand in a circle. "How quickly I tend to travel. I'm not one for being on the road for that long; I get bored." "But they were //people//," Rune argues. Again, Typhon nods. "They were…I- they were made in the appearances of old and dear friends of mine, long gone, so I could keep them close in my own way. And I have others, as well, for other regions." You're ready for another nap. Rubbing your eyes, you interrupt with your own question. "So, they were- are //you//?" "Yes, but…we're getting a little off subject – the point I am trying to get to is that of late, I have had difficulties in keeping track. The //illness// that you saw me with was a bout of…delirium. When I have been switching, I haven't been able to recognize who I am. It's how I realized that there was a much bigger matter at hand. My madness is returning, and I'm searching for answers." "So, why did you take me?" you ask. His face falls, and for such a tall man – a god – he looks positively small. "I would assume it is because you had the stone. I am…it is cursed, perhaps hexed would be a better word. If you covet the power for the sake of power, it cannot be held. I found myself longing for the power I hid away so long ago. It's likely that in my, um, //fit//, that I sensed you had it and so spirited you away." Rubbing his hands together, he gives you another sheepish look. "Again, I can't apologize enough, <<if $Nflirt is "yes">>my darling<<else>>my dear<</if>>. If I can do anything to make it up to you. I know nothing can, not truly, but I would atone gladly, just name what I can do." It's not every day that a god offers you atonement… [[Before you can respond, Oswin interrupts.|7.End8]]

"I know something, if $mc will forgive me for speaking for $himher a moment." Typhon tilts his head. "Name it." Oswin struggles to his feet, clearly too weary to do much else. "There's no sense in hiding this any longer from you, but $mc's illness…we've been told it was caused by a god." The god before you furrows his brow. "Not unheard of, but exceedingly rare these days." "We've been told it's a curse, then maybe it's some sort of artifact or that $mc //is// an artifact. No one can say for certain, but we sought the stone at Aster's behest because we needed magic to cure $himher. Please, if you can do //anything// to release $himher of this sickness…" Stepping forward, you motion for Oswin to take a seat, so you can speak for yourself. "That would probably be what I would ask, even if you didn't feel the need to make it up to me. That's why we've been traveling. When you ran into us in the woods before, we were headed to Valko's shrine, hoping that he or something there would be useful." He nods. "And you picked up a stray along the way?" Duri tosses a clod of dirt at $Dhisher uncle. "//Hey//!" Typhon grins. "Two strays," Zahn adds. "A big wolf followed us too – but like a normal one." Another dirt clod hurtles through the air, but Zahn dodges it with a laugh. You put your hand over your stomach where the mark simmers with low heat. "On my birthday, I had a relapse…one that I thought would kill me. I felt like I was burning alive from the inside. Rune tells me that I'm //absorbing// magic and my body can't handle it." The god jerks, and he gives you a strange look. "//Absorbing//?" You nod, and Rune sounds an agreement. "Would you check for me? Do you think that if it's a curse, you could break it or tell me how I can? A mark appeared on me, too, like a brand. We've been assuming that it's the mark of whatever god did this." He nods. "Generational curses have been issues, I suppose it's possible, but…" He shakes his head. "If it's a curse, I should be able to force through it. Raw power isn't a problem; it's controlling that power that is the challenge for me. I will see what we're dealing with first." A flutter of hope sings through you. An actual god – an ancient one at that – is going to treat you. You don't want to speak too soon, but this feels like the solution you need. "What do I do?" you ask. "Do you need to touch me?" He shakes his head and steps closer. "I only need to look into your eyes. You may feel my presence, but it won't hurt you." That easy? You stare up at him, watching how his multicolored eyes begin to flicker. It reminds you of gems catching the light and creating rainbows. A gasp gets caught in your throat as you feel his magic cover you. It's like being dipped in frigid water at first. The chill starts right behind your eyes and flows slowly down into your feet. After a moment, your body relaxes and the cold abates. The mark flares in response, and you wonder if it is counteracting the chill. As quickly as it flooded over you, Typhon's power rises to the surface of your skin and evaporates. He leans back, face unreadable. "It was your birthday when you fell quite ill?" You nod. His lips rub together, and you do not like the way he sets his jaw. "What is it?" you ask, a stone in your gut. [["You are not cursed by a god…"|7.End9]]

"You are cursed to //be// a god." You stare, frozen. Typhon's eyes brim with tears. Why would he cry? If this is true, why is it a curse? Shouldn't it be a good thing for your well-being? You shake your head. "Then why am I sick? //How//? There aren't supposed…" He sniffles. The god of madness //sniffles// for you. "It appears our afflictions are connected after all." Rune gets to $Rhisher feet and approaches you, lightly touching your shoulder. "That is enough, let's step away for a moment." $Rheshe says. You shrug off $Rhisher hand, keeping your eyes on Typhon. "How is it connected? Tell me." His shoulders drop. "I think you are awakening. Like a chick hatching from an egg. But by doing so…you are breaking Hayat's curse and causing me to…me to slip into madness once more." "Breaking the curse //on the gods//? //Me//?" you ask, tapping your palm against your chest. "How!?" Your heart flutters. The others all gather around you. "I don't know, but…" Typhon says, his voice cracking. "$mc, this will kill you. I'm sorry. I'm so very sorry. I- I don't even know how you've survived this long. It should have killed you at birth and broken the curse then. Gods don't awaken like this; they are born between two other gods." You shake your head, your parents' faces flashing before your eyes. "No, I need…I need answers, solutions. I can't…" Nausea grips your stomach. "This can't be //it//." He shakes his head. "Who you are will destroy your body. I don't understand yet, but your body is human and also god, and I don't mean a demigod. You said you were branded?" You nod. In a stupor, you adjust your clothing to show a bit of it, uncaring as you try to process what is happening. He nods. "That makes sense with what I felt. <<if $mark is 'tree'>>Your soul is like roots that cover the earth – ancient and strong.<<elseif $mark is 'sun'>>Your soul is like the morning sun on a cold day, bringing life to the world.<<elseif $mark is 'storm'>>Your soul feels like raw power that keeps the world in balance.<<elseif $mark is 'plants'>>Your soul feels like growth and strength, perseverance that covers the world.<<elseif $mark is 'night'>>Your soul feels like the night, bringing rest and new life to the world.<<elseif $mark is 'mountain'>>Your soul feels like majesty, like power and command over the ground.<</if>> Natural marks such as these were uncommon for most gods – except for the //first// ones and some of their children. Your parents are likely greater gods who have decided to play a game with your life. One that you will lose." "But…" You breathe hard. "Why!?" He works his jaw. "Every curse must have a contingency." His voice is stony. "The magic simply is this way of its own behest. Hayat's curse is too powerful to be broken by force, but the contingency woven in it is that it binds new gods from emerging and can only be broken if a new god arises. It was a balance meant to be unbreakable. But, you are the new god – once the curse is broken, the others will be set free of their restrictions. Your power will crush you underneath, your body will not withstand it." It feels like something ruptures behind your eyes, and you back away as you struggle to get air. The others call out to you, but it's all muffled to your ears. All you see is the mad god's color-changing eyes staring at you with sadness. "No," you say. "No! No, I'm- I'm supposed to- This isn't right. I can't- What about my fathers!?" A sharp pain emanates from your chest. You clutch it and fall to your knees. "<<if $Orelationship is "love">> Your eyes water as you find Oswin's gaze, his face streaming with tears. "I just //found// you. We just found each other. We're supposed to ''fix'' this and then go home! <<if $goal is 'friendship'>> No, this, I can't accept this. My life is supposed to be filled with smiles, laughs, good food, and silly stories – shared drinks with people I care about.<<elseif $goal is 'craft'>>No, this, I can't accept this. I'm still honing my craft. I want to master it – make a name for myself, make a difference!<<elseif $goal is 'answers'>>No, this, I can't accept this. This can't be the answer I wanted so badly! There's so much more to know, to learn about who I am – it can't be //this//.<<elseif $goal is 'independence'>>No, this, I can't accept this. So, I still die a burden to my parents? I never leave home? I never get to even spend one night by myself. You're saying I've weighed my fathers down for 24 years, and //that's it//!?<<else>>No – I can't accept this!<</if>><<else>><<if $goal is 'friendship'>> No, this, I can't accept this. My life is supposed to be filled with smiles, laughs, good food, and silly stories – shared drinks with people I care about.<<elseif $goal is 'craft'>>No, this, I can't accept this. I'm still honing my craft. I want to master it – make a name for myself, make a difference!<<elseif $goal is 'answers'>>No, this, I can't accept this. This can't be the answers I wanted so badly! There's so much more to know, to learn about who I am – it can't be //this//.<<elseif $goal is 'independence'>>No, this, I can't accept this. So, I still die a burden to my parents? I never leave home? I never get to even spend one night by myself? You're saying I've weighed my fathers down for 24 years, and //that's it//!?<<else>>No – I can't accept this! What about the love I wanted to find? What about the future I wanted to spend with someone I cared about? You're saying that get ripped away from me?<</if>><</if>> You cover your head with your arms and begin to rock as sobs are ripped from your heart. You hear Oswin's voice rise at Typhon, begging him – pleading with all he has to do something. Duri and Zahn's voices blend; they both say it's not over yet. Rune's voice rises, yelling that Typhon is wrong, pleading with you not to listen to him. It's all too much. You can already hear your da and papa crying. You can see their faces now. You've let them down. You just dragged more people into your demise to witness your rock bottom. Will you even make it home in time to say goodbye and tell your dearest loved ones what will become of you? This is really it? [[You are a god meant to die.|7.End10]]

Your breath catches in your throat. <<if $mark is 'tree'>>The ground begins to shake around you. It shutters and //moves//. Resounding cracks echo all around you through the trees. A deep well from within you splits open, and you feel an outpouring like you've never felt. Your very soul //bleeds//. There's no physical pain, but you feel your inner self unraveling uncontrollably and scream. And so do your companions, their cries echoing around you. Everything around you shakes. There's a great rustling as the others yell your name. You open your eyes and see that you are swallowed in $favcolor light, and so is everything around you. Typhon's voice finally reaches your ears, saying your name, as the black tendrils of his magic curl around your hand in a gentle squeeze. You blink, feeling hot tears cling to your lashes. Your head throbs with pain, a pressure behind your eyes. Looking around, you quickly realize that everything is…different. Around you are the thick branches of a tree, cradled about you like a shield, completely blocking you from the little camp you had set up. You can hear the bark groan and pop. As you come to your senses, shocked by the juxtaposition, you're not sure what to make of it. Just as you wonder if everyone is okay, the branches begin to unfurl, opening so that you can see, as if //obeying// you. Staggering to your feet, you walk away only to find that the surrounding trees have //moved// closer. Your friends are all tangled in branches, and the tree that wrapped around you is ''massive''. There were no trees that large when you arrived, none this close either. Roots have disrupted the land, knocking over the campfire and snuffing it out. The mark tingles, the feeling advancing up your torso to your shoulders and down your thighs, and you already know that it has spread without even checking. You rub your eyes, then your temples, to clear your vision and your head. As you settle, the trees seem to relax, their branches slowly unfurling to release your companions. Rune rushes to your side, pulling $Rhisher robes out from the small lingering branches. "$mc! Are you okay?" <<elseif $mark is 'sun'>>Bright light explodes around you. Overwhelming heat robs the air of moisture. All foliage and grass dry in an instant, and the ground begins to crack all around you. A deep well from within you splits open, and you feel an outpouring like you've never felt. Your very soul //bleeds//. There's no physical pain, but you feel your inner self unraveling uncontrollably and scream. And so do your companions, their cries echoing around you. You hear a roar and then feel a wave of tremendous heat as your companions call out to you. You open your eyes and see that you are swallowed in $favcolor light, and so is everything around you. It's tremendously bright, enough that you know it should make you flinch, even leave you blind, but it doesn't. You see everything clearly. You see that fire has sprung up around you, engulfed you. Typhon's voice finally reaches your ears, saying your name, as the black tendrils of his magic curl around your hand in a gentle squeeze. You blink, feeling hot tears cling to your lashes. Your head throbs with pain, a pressure behind your eyes. You take several deep breaths and think of your fathers' soothing voices. As your heartbeat steadies, the fire and light around you calms until they are extinguished. Taking a look around, you find that the entire camp and the surrounding trees have been scorched to some degree, with the worst of the damage centered on you. Everyone is gathered together around Typhon, surrounded by his black magic. They all stare at you in shock. //You// did this. The light, the heat, it was all you. You were like a sun upon the earth with a light so bright that the very air around you burned. The mark tingles, the feeling advancing up your torso to your shoulders and along your back, and you already know that it has spread without even checking. You rub your eyes, then your temples, to clear your head. Rune rushes to your side, and you see a small bit of char at the ends of $Rhisher robes. "$mc! Are you okay?" <<elseif $mark is 'storm'>>A blinding flash erupts around you. Thunder follows, shaking the ground and the trees. A great wind falls upon you from the sky as a torrent of rain comes with it. A deep well from within you splits open, and you feel an outpouring like you've never felt. Your very soul //bleeds//. There's no physical pain, but you feel your inner self unraveling uncontrollably and scream. And so do your companions, their cries echoing around you, drowned out by the sounds of pouring rain, howling wind, and thunder. There's another blinding flash, which oddly does not harm your eyes as your companions call out to you before another crack of thunder shakes the world. You open your eyes and see that you are swallowed in $favcolor light, and so is everything around you, swirling in a torrential storm which centers on you as its eye. Typhon's voice finally reaches your ears, somehow coming through all the noise, saying your name softly, as the black tendrils of his magic curl around your hand in a gentle squeeze. You blink, feeling hot tears cling to your lashes. Your head throbs with pain, a pressure behind your eyes. You take several deep breaths and think of your fathers' soothing voices. As your heartbeat steadies, the storm around you calms until the beat of the rain stops completely. Taking a look around, you find that the entire camp is nearly flooded, and the surrounding trees have massive branches broken; one is completely uprooted. The area around you is untouched, and you aren't even damp. Everyone else is gathered together around Typhon, surrounded by his black magic. They all stare at you in shock. //You// did this. The lightning, the rain, it was all you. You were like a storm upon the earth with a force great enough to upheave the forest. The mark tingles, the feeling advancing up your torso to your shoulders and along your back, and you already know that it has spread without even checking. You rub your eyes, then your temples, to clear your head. Rune rushes to your side, soaked robes dragging the ground. "$mc! Are you okay?" <<elseif $mark is 'plants'>>Your breath catches in your throat. The ground begins to shake around you. It shutters and //moves//. Resounding cracks echo all around you through the trees. A deep well from within you splits open, and you feel an outpouring like you've never felt. Your very soul //bleeds//. There's no physical pain, but you feel your inner self unraveling uncontrollably and scream. And so do your companions, their cries echoing around you. Everything around you seems to move. You feel the ground split open as the others yell your name. You open your eyes and see that you are swallowed in $favcolor light, and so is everything around you. Typhon's voice finally reaches your ears, saying your name, as the black tendrils of his magic curl around your hand in a gentle squeeze. You blink, feeling hot tears cling to your lashes. Your head throbs with pain, a pressure behind your eyes. Looking around, you quickly realize that everything is…different. The entire camp is engulfed in thick vines bearing long, dangerous thorns. Even the grass and surrounding shrubs have become tall and massive. Everything is wrapped in vines, where massive flowers bloom – in all shapes and colors. <<if $interest is 'healin'>>You recognize each type you see is toxic, some deadly even if touched.<<else>>You don't need to be an expert to understand that these flowers are toxic.<</if>> Typhon stands with most of your companions surrounded by his black magic, save for Zahn, who has been wrapped up in a vine, dangling upside down, but unharmed. You are nearly fully surrounded by vines and leaves, the thorns pointing out like a shield. Everyone stares at you in shock. The mark tingles, the feeling advancing up your torso to your shoulders and down your arms, and you already know that it has spread without even checking. You rub your eyes, then your temples, to clear your vision and your head. As you settle, the plants seem to relax, slowly retreating back into the ground. Rune rushes to your side, pulling $Rhisher robes out from the small lingering thorns. "$mc! Are you okay?" <<elseif $mark is 'night'>> Darkness explodes from you in an instant. Overwhelming cold pulls all the air from the environment. All foliage and grass freeze in an instant, and the bark of the trees around you begins to crack and explode. A deep well from within you splits open, and you feel an outpouring like you've never felt. Your very soul //bleeds//. There's no physical pain, but you feel your inner self unraveling uncontrollably and scream. Your companions are eerily silent. Everything is still – no sound, no movement. You open your eyes and see that you are swallowed in $favcolor light, yet everything else is swallowed in dark. Yet…you can see. You can see all your friends huddled around Typhon, and it is clear that they are affected by this darkness. Though the god's eyes meet yours, and you know that he can peer through it. You stare up and around you and see glittering stars – so beautiful and so close, as if you could touch them. Some stars swirl with colors, some shoot across the expanse. But there is nothing else. You see no trees, grass, or sun – only the night sky, only darkness. Typhon's voice finally reaches your ears, yet it does not sound there; it sounds in your head as he says your name. The black tendrils of his magic curl around your hand in a gentle squeeze. You blink, feeling hot tears cling to your lashes. Your head throbs with pain, a pressure behind your eyes. You take several deep breaths and think of your fathers' soothing voices. As your heartbeat steadies, the warmth of the sun returns and the night fades away. Taking a look around, you find that the entire camp and the surrounding trees have been frozen to some degree, with the worst of the damage centered on you. Everyone is gathered together around Typhon, surrounded by his black magic. They all stare at you in shock. //You// did this. The dark, the cold, it was all you. You removed the sun from the earth with a darkness so cold and void that the very air around you evaporated. The mark tingles, the feeling advancing up your torso to your shoulders and along your back, and you already know that it has spread without even checking. You rub your eyes, then your temples, to clear your head. Rune rushes to your side, and you see a small bit of frost at the ends of $Rhisher robes. "$mc! Are you okay?" <<elseif $mark is 'mountain'>> The ground begins to shake around you. It shutters and //moves//. There's a tremendous series of rumbles and cracks as the ground begins to fissure. A deep well from within you splits open, and you feel an outpouring like you've never felt. Your very soul //bleeds//. There's no physical pain, but you feel your inner self unraveling uncontrollably and scream. And so do your companions, their cries echoing around you. Everything around you quakes. The earth heaves violently as the others yell your name. You open your eyes and see that you are swallowed in $favcolor light, and so is everything around you. Typhon's voice finally reaches your ears, saying your name, as the black tendrils of his magic curl around your hand in a gentle squeeze. You blink, feeling hot tears cling to your lashes. Your head throbs with pain, a pressure behind your eyes. Looking around, you quickly realize that everything is…different. You are in the air atop a stone surface that wasn't there before. Sharp rocks jut out around you like a protective shield. The ground below you has risen nearly to the tops of the trees, some of which have been uprooted entirely. The camp is destroyed, jagged rocks have broken through the ground, creating great spikes. Your friends huddle close to Typhon, whose black magic light surrounds them – pushing back the threat of the pointed stones. You did this…a small //mountain// rose below your feet, the stones of the earth moved at your behest. You take several deep breaths and think of your fathers' soothing voices. As your heartbeat steadies, the ground relaxes, almost breathes a sigh of relief with you, and begins to lower until it is but a bump in the ground. The spikey rocks also retreat, and other than the broken earth and uprooted trees, it is as though it didn't happen. The mark tingles, the feeling advancing along your torso to your arms and down to your hands, and you already know that it has spread without even checking. A glance at your hands reveals that your palm and fingers are completely black, as if you had dipped them in ink. You rub your eyes, then your temples, to clear your vision and your head. Rune rushes to your side, pulling $Rhisher robes, snagging on a lingering stone. "$mc! Are you okay?"<</if>> You nod. "Physically, I think…But I feel strange." "Listen," $Rheshe says in a whisper. "Don't believe him, don't let his words rile you so. I know he may be a god, but I do not believe this will kill you. It is clearly important that we keep your stress in check, lest you have an outburst like this again." Typhon interrupts, "I can still hear you." Rune huffs. "Do //not// heed him, he cannot be trusted. Your awakening may be breaking the curse on the gods, but I firmly believe it will not destroy you in the process." The god approaches, his tone shifting harshly as he addresses Rune. "It //will// on the present course. Do not speak of things you do not fully understand. The reason godhood is passed down the way it is is that the human body can only handle so much of a god's magic. This is why some demigods can still age, or have no magic at all, and even having a parent-god doesn't guarantee one will be a demigod in the first place. It is intrinsic that both body and soul are fully god to survive the measure of power they bear. Nature balances this with magic." "Be that as it may, $mc's body will be strong enough to heal itself. The process is happening slowly enough, and $heshe <<if $pronouns is "they">>are<<else>>is<</if>> learning to control it. The measured approach will ensure survival. There just may be some growing pains, and I believe we can alleviate those with the stone." Something in the way $Rheshe says that bothers you. "How can you be so certain?" Rune's eyes go wide and then snap away from you. "I've examined the magic as well, multiple times. I can tell how it's growing and how you are changing along with it. Simple as that." Typhon cuts in again, "Stop this," he orders firmly. "Do not fill $hisher head with false hopes. I know what I speak of. A normal human body, which $mc has, cannot withstand the //soul// of a god. Already, the two are at war. The only two things which can absorb magic without perishing are gods and the artifacts we create." He turns to you. "I will not give you false things to cling to, but I will not give up on you either. Because your body is human, we may be able to seal the godhood away. It may not be possible, but if we can preserve your life and my sanity, it is worth the endeavor." "//No//," Rune snaps. "There is no sense in sealing a part of who $mc is away, I will not stand for it! This will not kill $himher. Gods regenerate naturally. It is how they do not age, how wounds can knit in an instant – $mc's body will do the same. Another way can be found to preserve your mind." The way he $Rheshe speaks with such certainty still leaves you unsettled. "Rune…" [[Purple eyes flicker toward you.|7.End11]]

"Why do you speak as if you are so //certain// about this?" you ask. The mage steps back from you and doesn't answer. No air of confidence, looking like a child caught doing something naughty. You step forward. "It's like you have thought this through a great deal…" $Rcapitalheshe can't hold your gaze. <<if $Rstat is 'friends'>>You're supposed to be friends.<<elseif $Rstat is 'romantic'>>A pang of hurt enters your heart<<else>>The mage was supposed to help you.<</if>> Why is $Rheshe hiding something? "//Rune//," you plead. Duri steps out from behind Typhon. "Runey," $Dheshe says, mouth turned down and eyes furious. "You //knew//. Didn't you?" Purple eyes cast down to the ground. "Not with complete certainty, but…yes." <<if $Rstat is 'friends'>>Hurt courses through you.<<elseif $Rstat is 'romantic'>>Betrayal and humiliation sting through you.<<else>>So much for an altruistic healer.<</if>> <<if $GentleAssertive > 49>>"Why?" you ask, voice small. "Why would you keep something like that from me?"<<else>>You sneer. "What gave you the right to keep something like that from me?"<</if>> You shrug. "Were you playing a game with my life?" "No!" $Rheshe pleads. "Nothing like that. My intentions were honorable, I swear on my life. It was to protect you, and so I could see to your cultivation and ease your awakening." "By withholding important information? Was there any reason for this trip other than stealing what may be my last days I have with my family and friends!?" Rune's hands come up in surrender, trying to placate you. "Please, I swear, I truly do not believe this need kill you. The stone can be used to relieve the pressure your soul is exerting on your body until your body adapts. I only intended to preserve your life. I didn't want to cause you undue stress. $mc, in an instant, your emotions went unchecked and completely…" $Rcapitalheshe gestures around. "Look what you are capable of already. Had I told you before you had any familiarity with magic, you could have destroyed yourself or killed those around you. It was better to keep you calm." Duri folds $Dhisher arms and levels Rune with a glare. "I know you wouldn't wish harm on anyone, but this was too far. $mc deserved to know, there were ways we could have told $himher. You hiding it is what made $himher snap. Can you imagine how that must feel, Runey? What the fuck is wrong with you?" Hurt flashes in the mage's eyes, and $Rhisher mouth drops open. "I didn't want to hurt $himher." $Rcapitalheshe looks at you. "I didn't want to hurt you, I didn't. I just…you could be a great god, $mc. A god with human origins is what the world needs; you could revitalize the entire world. We need you to break Hayat's curse. //Humanity// is ill without their guidance. We're doing terrible things to each other, and you could fix all of it by just existing. Please, please don't shut out the possibilities because of my errors. I can also keep you safe." Feeling numb, you fold your arms and stare back. "From what? Myself?" Rune nods. "Possibly, but…my patron." "Casimir?" you ask. $Rcapitalheshe nods. "Casimir will…she'll have to kill you if she finds you." You rub your face, and the pressure in your head escalates. Typhon sighs. "$Rcapitalheshe's right…Casimir is charged with protecting the curse. Normally, she would be striking down gods for trying to break it. Even if you aren't doing so intentionally, she would pass judgment upon you for it." "Please," Rune says again. "I am so sorry, but please do not send me away. I do care, I really do. I know this just appears that I was trying to use you for my own benefit, but I do truly want you to be well. Casimir blocks me out entirely, so she cannot be tempted to interfere. My presence is shielding you from her." You raise your hands. "I can't do this right now. I can't. This is too much, this is too big. I'm so //fucking// tired. I'm tired of dying. I'm tired of having no control. I'm especially tired of everyone around me keeping secrets, betraying me, and taking advantage. I'm done. I want to go home." When you turn to walk away, you spot Zahn cradling a fallen Oswin on $Zhisher lap. The former cultist gives you a sheepish grin. "Sorry, didn't want to interrupt, but he fainted a while ago…" [[Looks like you need to reset the camp.|7.End12]]

Everything feels…//sour// as you camp and night settles. No one speaks much, and Oswin remains unconscious. Rune checks him frequently, finding that his heart is beating too hard and his blood is running hot – stress and exhaustion. <<if $Orelationship is "lockout">>You check him, but Rune keeps a close eye on him.<<elseif $Orelationship is "friend">>You help Rune tend to him, and try to keep him company even if he can't hear or see you.<<elseif $Orelationship is "love">>You don't leave his side for a moment. Though Rune graciously tends to his healing, you assist and do what you can to comfort your lover – petting his hair and speaking softly to him.<</if>> But you and Rune don't speak, yet you catch $Rhimher looking at you with sad eyes multiple times. Duri is clearly angry at the mage, and Zahn seems caught in the middle. The mad god sits by the fire with his cat on his lap – wild, long hair sprawled everywhere. The way he sits is even like Nathanael, but it is still a little difficult to see them as the same person. You study the tattoos more, remembering that you noticed a few on Nathan's arms when you ran into him at the start of your journey. As you glance up, you see his multi-colored eyes on you. He tilts his head and gives you a soft smile. "May I speak to you for a moment in private?" he asks. You hear Rune begin to speak, only to clamp $Rhisher's mouth shut as you start to stand. But as soon as you begin to walk away, $Rheshe can no longer stay silent. "I don't think that's a good idea," $Rheshe says. "I insist that you not remain alone with him." Duri growls, making $Dhisher opinion on the interference easily known. Taking a breath, you decide not to respond, but you're surprised when Typhon turns around. "This is not a threat I take pleasure in – I do believe you to be a well-meaning person – but what //precisely// do you think you can do about it, Petal?" The mage has no response. The god returns his attention to you, and you walk with him beyond the perimeter of your camp into the woods. You walk until you are easily out of earshot, and there's a large fallen tree to sit on. Shadow follows at your heels, but finds a cricket to chase after, leaving you and Typhon in relative privacy. "My dear, I wanted to apologize," he starts. "I should have given you my assessment in a better manner. I wanted to make it clear that your situation isn't //completely// without hope, but…I also want you to be realistic. There is no good time to do this, and I doubt sleep will be easy for you tonight anyway." You snort. "You could say that again." "There is no good time to do this, and I doubt sleep will be easy for you tonight anyway." He smirks. It's getting easier to see the connection between him and Duri now. <<if $SeriousPlayful > 49>>You glare at him. "You are still insufferable even as a god."<<else>>A chuckle escapes you. "Well-played, I deserved that."<</if>> "I have been thinking on what I know about your situation. You should be informed, and I'd like to give you what little hope I can to help you hold on. I think Rune is correct to an extent. $Rcapitalhisher presence blocking Casimir is probably a good thing. She is a good god, I do not say that lightly, but I know how she thinks. She is sworn to protect her brother's curse, to defend humans in upholding it. The moment she figures out what you are, what you are becoming, she will not hesitate to put you down." Why not have the second most powerful god in the entire world out for your blood? Everyone else seems to be. "What about you?" you ask. "If I'm breaking the curse and the curse is helping you keep your sanity…shouldn't you want me dead?" He sighs. "Probably. I can't, though." "Aster told me stories. Things about you…why they call you the Puppet Master." Typhon is quiet for a long time. You watch how his eyes flicker with blues and greens as they go watery. "My hands are not clean, but I have never taken a life willingly. There's too much, $mc, there is too much, and memory only serves so far. One thing I remember above all else are regrets. My mind has broken and healed more times than I could ever know, and there are many things I may have done while not in my right mind. I am desperate to not return to that state, but I would not willingly hurt you to prevent it." <<if $Nflirt is "yes">>Your heart swells. He'd really give himself up, lend himself to more suffering, just to keep you from harm?<<else>>He'd really do that for you? Even if it means his suffering?<</if>> As you study the god next to you, it's harder and harder to see the god he supposedly is. He doesn't feel much different to you. His appearance is a bit wild, but he speaks and acts like any other person. You'd expect a god to exude some sort of authority as naturally as breathing, but Typhon…slouches. His thick hair has attracted dirt, sticks, and leaves again; he still has no shirt or robe, and he doesn't even have shoes. Your musing is interrupted when he looks at you again. "Rune was also correct in thinking my stone may be of some help, but without the ring, it will be mostly inert. I've no doubt that little hunter-pest will come buzzing back around. He'll want you and the stone, but he will have neither so long as I have anything to say about it. I also think it would be a good idea to try to identify your parents. I don't believe it will be terribly hard, but we should be prepared for their interference." "Interference?" you ask. He nods. "There's no doubt that in creating you, they are tampering, trying to break the curse so they can be free to do as they please. I don't know how they have done it – how you've turned out completely human but also god. The fact that you lived beyond birth is such a miracle." A soft smile breaks up the sadness in his eyes. "Aster told me that he sensed some sort of other magic within me, like a seal." "Hm." He scratches his chin, only to realize that his beard is gone. "I was a bit distracted when I looked into your soul, but I can do so again and see what I find. Let's save that for another day. I've given you enough to think about for now. We have time to cover more later." He leans toward you and tilts his head. "My <<if $Nflirt is "yes">>darling<<else>>dear<</if>>, is there anything I can answer for you or do to help distract and lighten your mood?" You nod and take a deep breath, trying to push away the strange events of the last two days. "So," you start, a question suddenly popping into your head since he seems willing. "You like being Nathanael, but why haven't you switched?" The god pouts, leaning forward and plopping his chin on his hand as he slumps over his knees. "I'm afraid to try. I lost control, my mantle slipped, and we ended up deep in the woods. I transformed a bit more violently than usual. There shouldn't be blood when I do it right." He gestures to the stains on his torn robe and pants. "I shifted so quickly that he…I, erm. It wasn't pretty, and it was very painful." Remembering that Duri never noticed $Dhisher uncle was so close three times makes you curious about something else. "So you are a //completely// different person when you do that?" He nods. "Typhon gets stuffed deep into my soul, and the so-called puppet is their own person. It's still all me, but it isn't just an illusion of a different person. It's their magic, their smell – if you're wondering why Duri'naan didn't notice me." "But did you notice $Dhimher? I mean, $Dheshe did avoid your cart, saying it smelled really bad, but I assumed you had at least glimpsed $Dhimher." He shakes his head. "I didn't, sad to say. If I did see $Dhimher, it didn't click. Since we met outside the Shaw, I have been struggling to keep myself together. I vaguely remember seeing you as Magra, but it's a blur. Even if I noticed $Dhimher then, I wouldn't have had the wherewithal to say anything. I remember a little more as Corman, I think. I was having trouble remembering which person I was." "Do you remember reading cards for me and Zahn?" "I do," he says with a smile, eyes widening in recognition. "Not all the details, but I do. I became quite sick after that, though." You hum and take a deep breath. “I know I will have hundreds more questions, but I...I am so tired.” You rub your face and then bring your hands to the back of your neck. “Don’t surrender, $mc. I will fight at your side as long as you don’t give up.” “This is a year of firsts for me, you know. Never had an ancient god in my corner before...” “Well...” Typhon says, smirking. “That you knew of at least.” One more smartass in the group shouldn’t hurt... “Wonder what I’m going to tell my parents this time,” you muse. “Oh,” Typhon chirps. “That reminds me...” “Yes?” He tilts his head to one side. “Did your da find his ring okay?” [[End Chapter.|7.goodbye]]

Thank you all for reading!!! I hope you enjoyed the wealth of reveals in this chapter. It was a lot! I have been excited about introducing you to Typhon for a very long time. Not to worry for those of you who hold a dear love for the sweet merchant; he’s still there, he’s been there from the start. I will be taking questions about this chapter for subscribers. Make a comment, send me a DM, or, if you want to ask anonymously, send an ask on Tumblr. I will only post answers to Patreon and Ko-fi after 30 days when the new chapter goes public. I will answer what I can, but anything deemed too spoilery will not be answered, of course. Now, I’m going to go lie down for a while... Lots of love, Lunan ^_^