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[OOM] Dwarf Woodlands: Outside the Cottage
Jun. 5th, 2018 10:10 pmAfter a day spent in the castle town, Chirithy is no less insistent that they should make sure no Heartless find their way to attacking Snow White.
It takes a little searching to find her, settled at a small cottage deep in the forest. As Izana and Queenie head out to patrol the area, Eden jumps up into a tree, settling on a low branch with one of his legs dangling off the edge, watching the window to the cottage. There’s firelight coming from within, and the smell of food, and the sounds of talking and laughing.
“You seem uncharacteristically thoughtful.”
It’s Chirithy, materialising on the branch next to him. Eden gives him a sidelong look, then shrugs, leaning against a tree trunk.
“There’s nobody around. I can drop the act,” he says, flatly. “It’s the same for Izana and Queenie, right? And Luso and Freyra and Alvis and Adelle. Even Mateus. We’re just actin’ out the people we half-remember being.”
“You’ve realised, then.”
“I realised that other people weren’t,” Eden says. “They’re who they are, all the time, even when they don’t want to be. It’s just those of us in Daybreak Town who aren’t like that. There’s something wrong with all of us.”
“Yes.”
“And you won’t tell me what it is. Why we’re different from everyone else.”
“No.”
Eden’s silent for a moment, shoving an elbow up against the tree so that he can rest his chin on his fist. “There’s something familiar about all of this. Not like a memory, but like the … chords of one.”
“And does that make you feel anything?” Chirithy asks. “Sad? Lonely? Happy?”
“No. I don’t feel anything at all about it.”
Chirithy is silent for a moment. Then: “When I -- or, really, when Lady Ava’s Chirithy -- was born, I was pulled from the darkness into a world full of light, and the one who bore me into the light, the Master of Masters, was smiling down at me, and laughing. He joked with his students, fed me, told me of my purpose in the world,” he says, and waves a paw at the cottage. “And so, when I look at this, I remember that, and it makes me feel warm inside, and peaceful, but it also hurts a little.”
Eden cracks a quick smile. “Can’t relate.”
“Not yet. But maybe someday.”
It takes a little searching to find her, settled at a small cottage deep in the forest. As Izana and Queenie head out to patrol the area, Eden jumps up into a tree, settling on a low branch with one of his legs dangling off the edge, watching the window to the cottage. There’s firelight coming from within, and the smell of food, and the sounds of talking and laughing.
“You seem uncharacteristically thoughtful.”
It’s Chirithy, materialising on the branch next to him. Eden gives him a sidelong look, then shrugs, leaning against a tree trunk.
“There’s nobody around. I can drop the act,” he says, flatly. “It’s the same for Izana and Queenie, right? And Luso and Freyra and Alvis and Adelle. Even Mateus. We’re just actin’ out the people we half-remember being.”
“You’ve realised, then.”
“I realised that other people weren’t,” Eden says. “They’re who they are, all the time, even when they don’t want to be. It’s just those of us in Daybreak Town who aren’t like that. There’s something wrong with all of us.”
“Yes.”
“And you won’t tell me what it is. Why we’re different from everyone else.”
“No.”
Eden’s silent for a moment, shoving an elbow up against the tree so that he can rest his chin on his fist. “There’s something familiar about all of this. Not like a memory, but like the … chords of one.”
“And does that make you feel anything?” Chirithy asks. “Sad? Lonely? Happy?”
“No. I don’t feel anything at all about it.”
Chirithy is silent for a moment. Then: “When I -- or, really, when Lady Ava’s Chirithy -- was born, I was pulled from the darkness into a world full of light, and the one who bore me into the light, the Master of Masters, was smiling down at me, and laughing. He joked with his students, fed me, told me of my purpose in the world,” he says, and waves a paw at the cottage. “And so, when I look at this, I remember that, and it makes me feel warm inside, and peaceful, but it also hurts a little.”
Eden cracks a quick smile. “Can’t relate.”
“Not yet. But maybe someday.”
