You greet the sun when it rises, sipping lightly on your herbal tea, smiling.
The bright pinks and blues of wispy clouds promise a clear sky, the twitter of birdsong and fading of crickets signaling the forest stirring.
Finishing your drink, you set it on the little oak table beside you, letting out a cleansing exhale. Right. Time to get to work.
A whirlwind follows you when you step back into your cottage, papers lifting and collecting in front of you. Let's see. The west grove was still lacking a water way, which meant conversing with the kelpies again (stubborn beasts), r̸̟̔ű̶̝ẙ̵̠g̷͍̈́r̸̩͒h̷̺͊u̵͕̓o̶͊ͅ still needed a place to stay after their crash landing (stars drunk on matter, you swear to all above-), and you had to mediate another fight between the spring and winter courts. The typhoon from this year had left the winter court in quite the tizzy, and of course spring was going to drag its feet and make it your task to create a compromise.
Well, so long as it meant keeping the peace, you were were more than happy to step in. Of course, you'd have to lug around your official robes all day, but hey, at least you looked decent in them.
Shuffling the paperwork aside for re-evaluation later, you gather your pouch and robes, making sure they are neatly folded and secure in their own section, far from the danger of dirt and leaves. The fae would be quite testy if you showed up to their court with stained clothing. You shudder at the thought. Never again. For beings all about nature, they sure did hate getting dirty. Then again, that was probably just the pompous ass courts. You didn't have such trouble with most other type of fae.
Whatever. Shoving that concern to the side, you exit your home, giving your medicinal beds a cursory glance as you pass. Everything appears to be blooming splendidly. Good.
Weaving through the paths you have come to know so intricately, your first stop finds you at the edge of a small but deep and swift river. The liquid glistens invitingly, seeming to whisper promises of crisp refreshment on the wind. Yeah right.
"Knock it off, you two. I have enough on my plate today without water horses trying to drag me to my grave," you tell the aqua matter-of-factly. An indignant snort is your response, rapids pooling and rising into the equine shapes you know too well at this point.
"We would never, druid, and I am offended you would accuse us of such a thing," the one in front bays, tone nasally. The second nudges the first's rear, giving a warning scowl.
"Pyphlir, do you want to annoy the others? I for one don't want Keeplup knocking at our front door. Ogre odor is foul, it'll taint our precious water forever," Nuptep chastises. It's not really a case against drowning you if you didn't have certain creatures depending on you, but you'll take what you can get.
"Charming. Regardless, I still have yet to see that stream getting formed. That grove will die in the next couple weeks if it doesn't happen, and then the pixies living there will be a whole new problem on all our heads. You swore to nature you would handle it," you remind them, unimpressed.
Nuptep clicks her tongue, liquid splashing to the ground when their form shifts at the action. "Don't look at me, I wasn't even here the first time you asked about it. Pyphlir is the one who agreed to it."
Said kelpie gasps in disbelieving shock. "Me? You said you would gladly take charge if I dealt with the rotting log problem!" they whinny.
Nuptep whirls on their kin, gnashing watery teeth. "As if! Part of that log is still sitting down there, don't give me that half-assed nonsense! Why in the world would I shoulder your responsibilities if you can't even do the same?"
Your mental eye twitches when they devolve into an argument, taking a deep breath to calm yourself before releasing it. Showtime.
Stepping in between them and holding up you hands in a gesture to separate the bickering nags, you smile pleasantly. "Peace, you two, peace. If there is really another issue to handle before this one, would it not make more sense to deal with both together? The faster you get your tasks done, the faster you can return to your normal lives and hobbies, yes?"
The kelpies exchange a glance, heads dipping to the side while they share an eye roll with their empty sockets. "Yeah, yeah, fine, we'll get the stupid stream going. So long as you hold up your end of the bargain."
Tensions easing, your smile becomes a bit less strained. "Of course. The water mint seeds should be arriving into town soon. The dealer is a friendly fellow, even went out of his way to acquire me some from the Ambrose, no charge. You know what they say about the plants there."
A sparkle overtakes the kelpies' orbs, delight pooling their features as they practically drool. "Ambrose....," they echo as one.
Chuckling at the sated horses, you depart, waving goodbye and wishing them a blessed day. In average fashion, they completely ignore you once you leave, vanishing back under the rippling surface.
Alright, first thing off your lift, and it only took you a hour. Lovely. Still plenty of time left in the day, though. On to r̸̟̔ű̶̝ẙ̵̠g̷͍̈́r̸̩͒h̷̺͊u̵͕̓o̶͊ͅ.
You find the star exactly where you left them, nursing their wounds and bemoaning their fate, wilting in the shade of a massive maple tree.
"Oh, to harken, to quick! A lowly fate to bestow upon mine feet, that they should touch the ground! Unruly! Uncouth! A devastation upon mine heart and station!" it wails melodramatically. Never was a being more close to a high-born fae than a literal star.
Pausing before them, you try offering them a hand again. You may as well literally not exist for all the attention they pay. "r̸̟̔ű̶̝ẙ̵̠g̷͍̈́r̸̩͒h̷̺͊u̵͕̓o̶͊ͅ, my friend, you have been out of the sun too long. I know the perfect place for you to go, if only you would allow me. Please."
Nope. Nothing. Just more endless mourning. Amazing. Time for drastic action.
Gripping under their glistening, unnaturally smooth and metallic-looking gray arms, you heave back. The star nearly flops on you, scrambling to readjust. These f*ckers were heavy. You did not have any desire to die by being trapped underneath a drunk cry baby.
Getting them out of the field and into the barley meadow, an effort which has you sweating, you sit back and wait. Flopped in the grass like a dead fish, it takes a few minutes of soaking in the light before they begin to move. Fingers and feet switch, their arms slowly slide up, palms flattening on the earth.
Then, all at once, their head shoots up and they erupt, rocketing up into the sky in a dazzling array of white-streaked light. A jingling laughter drapes down on you, observing the display. Beautiful. They may be pains in the asses when they fall, but stars will never cease to amaze you with their splendor.
Okey-dokey, it's nearly noon, about time to head to the neutral meeting grounds. You should probably wash up first, though, just to be on the safe side.
Heading for the nearest body of flowing water, a small pond formed from an underground river, you host a quick bath. Taking out your robes, you set them gently on a clean rock surrounded by fresh grass. Stripping from your more casual attire, you splash into the pond. The coolness embraces you, refreshing your flushed skin.
Kicking to the surface, you release a breath of relief, taking a moment to soak and relax before beginning to rub your skin and hair clean. Finishing swiftly in the face of the time constraint, you get out. The wind shushes into a small vortex around you, helping to dry you off shortly. Running your fingers through your hair to smooth it, you nab your officiant regalia, carefully putting them on. White flows with green outlines, glittering gold strips hosting interlacing strings of silver. Sliding on the white slippers, you settle the mitre on your head, encrusted by tiny polished transparent green and blue agates.
You never much cared for the decadence expected of your more official duties, but it would be a bit disrespectful to show up to more ceremonial events without it, and you certainly had no desire to slight anyone (even if they deserved it).
Decked out, you trek cautiously through the wood, making sure the edges don't drag on the ground. Your arrival is a bit delayed, usually meant to arrive early and finish setting things up, but a few fae have already shown up. Ignoring their glares, you greet them cordially before stepping in between the copse of willows and maples.
Kneeling, you brush a hand along the dirt and roots. "Would you mind?" you ask nicely. The trees groan, roots writhing under the ground, growing out to tangle, creating a podium beneath you that holds you aloft. When the grumble of the shifting wood stops, you lightly tap the bark in front of you. "Thank you, dears."
The leaves shiver at your gratitude, smiling at the sight. It does not last long, the shimmer of the veil being pierced announcing the rest of the courts' entrance. From either side, beings of regal make emerge, the ones on your left clad in whites, grays, and deep greens. On your right, a rainbow of colors signals the spring fae, some in the likeness of flowers, others in the hues of billowing storm clouds, while the individual at the head dons a dress of pure shimmering water and sunlight, contrasted by the billowing robes depicting a blizzard of the opposing winter ruler.
The fae find their seats, and you internally exhale, getting into the mind set required for another seasonal debate. Behind you, the heavy trudge of a large person precedes the thump of a thick item landing on the land. You flash a smile at Keeplup for a second, welcoming the aloof ogre into the fold. He nods respectfully, eying the high fae. Normally the idea of actually getting physical was considered below them, but there were plenty of troublemakers among the courts. Better safe than sorry.
"Is everyone present and accounted for?" you question, glancing between the parties. At silent command, scribes from either side come to stand under your podium, quills at the ready. The court superiors nod confirmation.
"Very well. Let us begin. Drexen, you are the one presenting your grievance today, so you may start the proceedings," you state, looking to the leader of the winter court.
"My grievance, as you so lightly put it, druid, is that Andralphia purposefully and maliciously dropped a typhoon directly on top of my people's heads while they were in the middle of preparing the area for her ungracious self's season that started the month after!" he huffs, glaring daggers at said spring fae, whom scoffs, only angering him further. "Your stunt disrupted the entire rest of winter and led to two of mine getting caught in a flash flood and injured!"
Ah, that would explain Drexen's composure. The authority of the winter court was normally far more practical and cool, unless you touched any of his underlings. In spite of the drama and annoying pageantry, aristocratic fae were not entirely prissy.
Well, most of them, anyway. Andralphia, on the other hand....
You glance her way, the spring fae taking that as her cue to defend herself. "You forget yourself, Drexen. Spring is not bound by the whims of the cold, nor the heat. The storm desired to form, and I granted it. Your people have their own violent weather, you should be perfectly aware of when the air changes far ahead of time. It is not on my conscious that they failed to note the obvious. One would almost think them slow, or perhaps overworked and tired."
Hackles are raising immediately at her words, shoulders tensing on winter's side, while those behind Andralphia seem to sneer their agreement. A few faces duck in utter morbid embarrassment, to which you are grateful for the self-awareness, but you cannot focus on that. The hornet's nest has already been kicked, and it's only been five minutes, tops.
Drexen, glowering while a violent wind whips around him, the grove dropping several degrees, parts his mouth to speak. You hold up a hand, interrupting him while talking firmly. "Andralphia, this case is for the harm done by the typhoon. Throwing baseless accusations and insults around does not absolve the fact people were hurt. Seeing as you are seeking a pointlessly antagonist role today, I will not hesitate to rule entirely in Drexen's favor. This court is not for petty drama or gossip stirring. Unless you can provide evidence of Drexen's misdeeds, winter remains the sole plaintiff."
Andralphia stares at you, irritation glinting through her rainbow irises, but concedes. "Fine. Statement withdrawn. However, we still have yet to see any sort of proof that these injured workers actually exist."
You focus on Drexen, intent clear. He dips his head, gesturing two fae lingering at the edge of his party up. One is lithe, with glistening raven hair and matching eyes, while the other holds silvery gray locks and icy blue orbs. Together, they carefully tug at the edges of their clothes. The black-haired one showcases a large, nasty wound on their shoulder, their partner displaying a jagged gouge of their own on the right side near their waist. You catch hushed whispers spread on both sides, Andralphia's lips setting in a thin line.
"These two were working by the river when it flooded and washed them downstream. They were both caught in the limbs of an uprooted tree. The branches speared directly through them. If it were not for the interference of the river spirit, they might very well have been lost to the river," Drexen informs, dismissing them with a small hand wave and reassuring smile, which settles back into a scowl when facing his rival. "So, do you dare deny the harm of your impulsiveness, Andralphia? I would love to see how you can contest the fact you failed to give us proper verbal warning and it led to injury."
The spring fae grows quiet, grimacing and looking down to the side. Heaving an annoyed exhale, Andralphia's shoulders slump. "Fine, Drexen. What do you want?"
Drexen narrows his pupils to slits, already likely having his demands ahead of time, meticulous bastard that he is. "A new member for my court, and an extra month for this coming winter."
The spring fae protest, some starting to rise from their seat. Before they can get even a step, the ogre slams his hammer, made of a thick log and stone, into the ground, shaking the clearing. Keeplup's regard is enough to make them hesitate, all reluctantly returning to their spots. Perfect.
"Thank you, Keeplup," you throw over your shoulder. He merely grunts in return. "I think your idea is not too terrible, Drexen. However, given the flooding from this year, an extra month might prove a bit too much for the soil. A new court member, and half a month, instead. Does that satisfy?"
The winter leader mulls it over before nodding. "Acceptable. Though only on the assurance Andralphia not undermine me with their choice of member."
You can't help share his suspicion, spotting the spring monarch slightly pout. "Yes, yes, they will be to your standards, Drexen. I suppose we have reached an accord."
The two heads face each other, measuring, Andralphia's wounded pride not enough to keep her chin down when she shakes the icy ruler's hand. A slice of wind severs through the grove, twining around their conjoined hands before dissipating.
In the next blink, the clearing is empty save for Keeplup. Well, that could have gone worse. You've certainly ordained longer arguments between the fae. Definitely not going to look this gift horse in the mouth, especially considering one of the ones holding the reins was Andralphia. Maybe she actually felt a bit bad about what happened to the winter fae, though you had your doubts. Her temper and sight were short and quick as the spring storms she loved making so much.
Stepping from the podium, the roots retract to their original state, gaining another murmur of appreciation from you. Turning to Keeplup, you nod at the ogre. "It would seem I have some extra time on my hands today, shockingly enough. I'm probably going to head into town and pick up some fresh seeds for my herbal teas. Last sprouts didn't do too well after that typhoon over watered the bed. Is there anything you would like? I'd be more than happy to drop off some ghoul flesh from Ryen if you want."
The ogre hums, proceeding to pick up his hammer and walk off. That was a yes then. Hm, you should bring him some lavender and chamomile to boot. He'd been looking an extra bit grouchy lately, could use something calming and relaxing. You wondered what could be bothering him. Would have to ask when you stop by.
Shrugging it off for now, you head for home, desiring nothing more than to change out of the stuffy robes and get headed into town. It had been a few months since your last visit to Notus. Millie was probably eager to share all the newest gossip, and you easily imagined the growth spurt Phil and Greta went through. No doubt they'd have something new to show you when you arrived.
Entering your home, you chuck the robes away, stashing them in the dry corner made for them. A simple shirt and deerskin pants feel heavenly on your skin, no longer suffocated under silk layers. Collecting a few things for haggling, you place them in a pouch, slinging it over your shoulder and departing.
It would usually take all day on foot, but you have the wind on your side. A simple request eases you from the ground, carrying alongside a flock of crows that chitter at you, diverting when the air gusts them away. "You didn't have to, but thank you," you say with a tiny chuckle, getting a casual flick of your bangs in return.
Putting it behind you with another giggle, you glance downward, spotting the river through the tops of the trees. It occurs to you that Drexen mentioned the river spirit earlier. How odd. There were a great many beings in this forest, thousands really. Plenty of whom you had not personally met, even when you would be there as they needed. The river spirit was among the unintroduced, but rumors painted him as quite the fickle creature, and certainly not one to be trifled with. Quite interesting to know there was more than met the eye concerning him.
You are jostled from your musing by the wind, setting you down gently near the edge of town. You can see the familiar buildings past the trunks of younger pines, the shadows of people milling about. You smile when you spot Phil and Greta running around, playing with their toys. They are the first to spot you as you walk forward, offering them a friendly smile and wave.
To your complete shock, they both pause, staring at you uncertainly, as if undecided. Exchanging a glance, they frown, reluctantly turning and darting off.
Well that was....weird. Did they not recognize you from the shadows or something? That seems highly unlikely. Or perhaps they were just going off to tell their mom and dad that you were here.
Sauntering through the street, you become aptly aware of people stopping to stare and mutter amongst themselves. Okay, so not just the children. Something was off.
Just shy of your seed-hunting destination, you are approached, and halted, by a group of men in deep green and black robes, though they are much simpler than your own, alb-like. Fellow religious leaders, you realize.
Smiling kindly at them, you dip your head and bow in a show of respect. The welcome edge loses its luster when they do not return the gesture, straightening.
"Good afternoon, gentlemen. It is nice to make your acquaintance. I was unaware of your arrival. I apologize if my absence seems like a slight, I have had much going on back at home," you greet them, giving your name and title.
They are clearly less than impressed, the two in the back whispering to one another while the one in the front steps up, grinning in return. There is something about the expression that sets you on edge. It does not reach his eyes, not in the right way. There is a smug mirth there, glossing over an emptiness.
"Ah, yes. The druid. The townsfolk have spoken of you. I am Father Anthony. It is likewise a pleasure to meet you. Do not fret about your absence. We have had things well in hand here. The head deacon of our great church has sent us here in hopes of establishing a chapel in Notus. Not that we desire to step on any toes," he tells you with a chuckle. You somehow severely doubt that last sentence, though withhold judgement for not. It would not do to get into a fistfight in the middle of town with priests of a differing belief.
"That is...good. I welcome any familia of faith, no matter the difference. There can never be enough hope in one's life," you respond tactfully.
Anthony's smile tightens. "How very open of you. We are not a congregation to judge ourselves. Only our mighty lord is allowed that privilege, after all. The defense of self comes after the provocation, after all."
If that didn't sound like he was hounding for an excuse. You had heard whispers of a rising church from traveling merchants. A rather secretive lot, gaining quite the following in a short period. You really didn't like them coming here, it felt entirely off, incredibly so with how people you'd known for years were acting at your presence.
Still, they hadn't actually done anything to you, and no one appeared hurt, merely wary. It was a small town, and they did tend to close ranks when the status quo was shaken. Life so far from the massive capital cities made it hard to absorb outsiders, no matter how often they came around.
"Very true," you agree. "I would certainly not wish any rivalry to occur. The people here are far too kind to be caught in the midst of such a thing. I sincerely wish they welcome you with the same open arms they have me."
"I have little doubt they will. They have thus far. Though, and forgive my intrusion, what brings you to town this fine day?" Anthony queries, head tilting the slightest.
You perk, gesturing vaguely towards one of the houses behind him. "I merely came to barter a few items from a friend. He is quite good at obtaining the more precious of herbs and such from passing merchants. Makes for good tea and healing ointments."
The priest glances where you point, humming under his breath. "Fortunate. Well, I shall not keep you any longer. Merely wished to meet the mysterious druid that lives in the forest," he says, giving no moment to reply, waltzing past. "I look forward to conversing another time."
The acolytes tail him, outright ignoring you. From your periphery, you watch them saunter through the street, the crowd shuffling at their presence. Hm. Should keep a close eye on that.
Shoving that to the side, you approach the house. Knocking firmly, you hear a grumble, followed by the appearance of an older gentleman in a dusty cloak. Wild hazel hair pokes out from underneath, defined lines creasing at his rankled expression, considering you with milky orbs. "Ah. Been a while since ya've shown up. What do ya want?"
You rolls your eyes at his attitude. "Gee, don't roll out the red carpet or anything. I was gonna see if you had anymore jasmine, owl's clover, and baby bells, but I guess I'll take my business elsewhere."
Ryen scoffs. "I would love to see ya find anyone else in this blasted place with those types of plants. Rude hoodlum."
You stare each other down for all of two seconds before bursting out laughing. "Oh, Ryen, never change," you chuckle.
"Same to you, young'n. Now, get yer butt in here. I've got some new jerky I'm dying for ya to try out," he orders, ushering you through the doorway, closing it after.
Taking a seat, you observe him sift through a few things, grabbing a few small pouches and some meat set out near the window. Offering you a piece, he settles on the nearby bed while you take a bite, humming at the spicy burst, chased by something oddly tangy and sweet. You hum approval.
"Right. Well, I assume you don't expect something for nothing. What ya got for me taday?" he inquires.
Reaching into your bag, you draw out a bottle the size of your palm, containing a fine, bright green liquid. "I figured you could use a bit more medicine for your eyes in exchange for the flowers. Keeplup would also appreciate a bit of ghoul flesh, so I brought pure amber for your glass work."
Ryen pauses a second, a frown pulling at his creases. "I can oblige ya on the first one, hoodlum, but I'm afraid I don't really have any way of getting you the latter nowadays. Ever since them priests come to town some of the regular merchants been avoiding the area. Guess their church is real antsy about certain wares."
Not the least bit reassuring to your troubled feeling over the meeting. "Yes, they do seem...uptight. When did that become a thing, anyway? They appear to have earned themselves quite the reputation already based on everyone's reactions. Even have the children cautious enough to be startled by me. Quite a shame, really. I did have some new charms for them."
Ryen huffs, unamused. "They showed up about the time the snow started melting. Made themselves right at home. Started preaching their nonsense to anyone who would listen. A few of the looser minded and sense lacking have bought into their mongering. They ain't done no real harm yet, excusing chopping up a bit of the forest to start making their little chapel."
Your spine shoots straight. "They've done what?" you ask in shock.
Ryen tuts, sighing. "I'm afraid ya heard that right. Got Allen and his boys ta clear a spot a bit west of here, get up the frame of their dumb temple."
To the west? Oh good f*cking gods, how idiotic could they be? If it was the spot you thought it was, the town would have a very cranky mothman to deal with. Said ominous beings were already prone to lashing out at the slightest provocation, let alone building near their nests.
"Seems I have to have another conversation with Anthony," you gripe. Getting up, you exchange items, tucking your seeds away. "It's been a pleasure, as always. I would stay longer, but it appears I have more peace-keeping to attend to."
Ryen waves you off. "Go on. Do yer job, young'n. Gods know this town ain't need any more drama as of late. Go give that uppity priest a piece of yer mind for me."
You chortle, nodding. "Of course. Later, Ryen."
Making sure to close the door when you leave, you glance around. The priestly entourage has already cleared out, by the looks of it, though you have your suspicions to where. Scowling, you trek past the limits of town, the sun a little bit more than halfway to the horizon. Still plenty of light left to deal with these fools.
Breaching through the trees, you spot the outline of standing wood posts. Yep, exactly where you thought, placed at the bottom of the green hill, a small stream trickling nearby. In the skeleton of the structure, the three religious leaders point at parts, chattering to themselves.
Reaching the entrance, you gain immediate attention. "Ah, druid. Eager for more riveting conversation?"
Your smile is thinner than ever. "In a way. I have come to give you a bit of advice, Father Anthony."
He regards you like a bug under his boot. "Oh? Whatever could you have to tell me, druid?"
The way he speaks your title makes it sound like poison in his mouth. You ignore it for the sake of the problem you need to resolve. "The land you are building on here, it is the home of a mothman. They are quite volatile. I would suggest, if you are intent on constructing a temple here, that you move it a bit to the east. There is land closer to town that is unused by the creatures and spirits of this forest, that would be far less likely to come off as an affront to the inhabitants here."
Anthony barely strangles a laugh, forcing himself to straighten. "The warning is very appreciated, druid. However..."
He takes a step closer, then another, getting near enough to be in arm's reach. You refuse to flinch or tense up, meeting his gaze evenly. "...the issue has already been handled. You need not stress over our affairs. We have things well in hand. We know how to handle any...adversity."
His attempt at intimidation would be hilarious if not for the fact he has insinuated harm against one of your forest wards. Gritting your teeth, you club down the fury roiling in your gut. "Oh, I don't worry about you. Not at all. My dedication is to the forest and people within it only, including Notus. So long as nothing presents a threat to either, I, too, have a handle on things. I trust that nothing unsavory has already occurred, Father Anthony?"
Anthony leans down into your space, his answer spoken into your ear, hosting the toxin of his soul. "Assuredly not, witch."
Ah. So that was the game. One of those types of practices, which suppresses power only for the mighty, and no doubt oppresses those that are different. Well, if that is how they wanted to play it, you can make it very clear they are not welcome here. You have just the thing in mind, all it would require is a small trip to the mountain. First, however, you need to find out what happened to the mothman.
Not bothering to spare another second on the priest, you turn and stalk off. His focus burns a hole into your back until you vanish into the foliage. Once out of sight, you softly call to the wind.
"Please. Where has the mothman fled, my old friend?" you plead. It gently sweeps through your hair, tugging you forward, and you allow it to take you again.
You travel deep into the forest. Deeper than you have gone before. Into the most untamed wilderness, but you do not flinch. So long as you respect the forest, it will respect you.
At last, you are placed down gently, breeze whistling through the bushes ahead of you. Cautiously, you follow, pushing aside branches and peeking through.
A thick ring of hedge surrounds an astoundingly gorgeous spot of land. Grass that puts emeralds to shame with its shine. A tree stands proud in the middle, golden amber trunk twisting together like snakes to form the top of an absolutely stunning display of brilliant green leaves and powdery blue flowers that drip from the tree's limbs in a multitude of bursting petals.
Movement knocks you from your trance, realizing that the mothman is crouched in front of a being whose beauty puts even the flora to shame. Wooden canary skin is adorned by beautiful traces of saffron, plumage of leaves matching the tree surrounding their head in a fan of ray-like branches. One half of their face is lighter, swooping it in a honey hue. Eyes of the bluest sky study the mothman, the nymph, you puzzle out quickly, cooing softly.
Tracing the direction of their attention, you jolt when you spot almost blackish blood staining the coal gray coat of the winged creature. A gasp catches in your throat at the sight of the mangled wing and arm. Bone protrudes from their elbow, while their wing hangs on by sinew. Barbaric. How could those priests have done such a thing? You have half a mind to forego the subtle approach and call down your full fury upon them. You took an oath, though. Violence is meant as a last resort, much as you hate to admit it in this instance.
"I am sorry, my friend," the nymph apologizes, voice the sound of wind chimes on a mild breeze, a lulling melody, carefully examining the wounds. "I can only provide so much relief and healing. There was something in whatever weapons they used that is poisonous of the earth. A taint, a foul. I fear it will slowly weaken you."
The fret in their tone is hard to miss, glazed by grief-driven anger. Your heart clenches at her words. Poison? A dark magic, no doubt. They are far more dangerous than initially thought. It is no wonder the townsfolk are so spooked and giving in. It would not surprise you if they used atrocious tactics to warp their senses and minds, gifted them nightmares or the like. A tired, fearful mind is more likely to cave to promises of help, even from the worst places.
That is a worry for another hour, however. This one requires your energy right now. You have a good idea just what this place is, and if the nymph at the heart of the forest cannot cure the poison, you have an idea of who could. Perhaps the meeting was inevitable, a mention dropped by fate.
Emerging from the bushes, you are under scrutiny in a heartbeat. The nymph steps between you and the mothman, fingers clenching and curling into claws.
"Well, well. Two visitors in such swift order. You wouldn't happen to be searching for this mothman, would you, friend?" the nymph ponders curtly, clearly ready to attack.
You hold up your hands in a sign for peace. "Yes, but not for the reason you think. I am the local druid. I am not sure if you know of me, but I learned that they were harmed and came to find them right away to provide assistance. I see you have beaten me to the punch, which I thank you for."
The nymph relaxes slightly, staring at you in mild, amused confusion. "Druid?... Yes. I have heard about you. You need not get involved, though. I have things well in hand."
You raise a brow when they remain protectively in place. "I appreciate that, dear nymph, but, and I do not say this in any means of offense, I could not help overhear that it is not quite that simple."
She bristles, ultimately deflating, glancing back at the bleeding mothman. "I will do my best for them, no matter what. There are ways to put off their pain, and the inevitable."
You hum to acknowledge her words. "I am sure there is. However, I offer a different solution. River water from a holy, pure source is known to cure even the darkest of afflictions. If you would allow, I would approach the spirit there and convince them to let me have some in order to help."
The nymph startles, claws sheathing. "The river spirit? That is quite a bold claim. He is not exactly the most welcoming spirit. You would genuinely go out of your way on such a risk?"
You do not hesitate to nod. "It is not my first time dealing with someone difficult, and I very much doubt it will be the last. If it means they are healed, I will do what I must," you summarize, pointing towards the mothman.
The nymph gazes at you in a new light, softening. "That is...quite compassionate. I would accompany you to deal with him, or go to handle him myself, but they need me here. I will do what I can to speed up their recovery, and help them fend off the toxin."
Another nod. "Sounds like a plan. I will be back as fast as I can."
You whip around, hurrying off. Spurred by urgency, you reach for the treetops.
"I know you have carried me much this day, old friend, but I must ask this of you more. Someone is in dire need, and I fear time may be of the essence," you request.
The wind sweeps you off your feet, an almost rebuking gust buffeting your hair up. Calling you silly for even thinking for a moment it would mind. You tear through the forest at a speed that makes your eyes water, deposited near the very start of the river where it flows from the mountain. Beyond the foliage, a waterfall roars down to a giant pool, which rushes forward to form the main river that cuts through the valley.
Collecting yourself, you inhale and release. This was either about to go bad or worse. Maybe mild if you play your cards right. Here's hoping.
Stepping up the edge of the pool, you wait patiently. At first, nothing happens. Then, a stirring in the waterfall, water abruptly gushing out and splashing into the middle of the pool. Under the dark, broiling surface, a massive shape moves, dipping under the liquid. It circles, disappearing, until a giant paw slams onto a large stone spearing from the riverbed.
The aqua shifts, a huge creature emerging, clinging to the rock. Water drips down a thick, sturdy mud form. Beneath a sleek exterior, maroon red moss spreads, shape almost lion-like, a tail of black water skimming in the rapids. Driftwood clashes together around their roundish face, akin to a mane, vaguely reminding you of the nymph, thick spools of burnt umber algae tangling in the sticks and rotted leaves. A splattering of the moss slashes across their facial visage. Bony white claws flex on the rock, adding nicks to an already scarred surface. Flaming orange orbs regard you mischievously.
"Why are you at my river, mortal?" the river spirit intones, baritone putting the waterfall to shame with its deepness.
Wow, that was...not what you were expecting. Still, you had other matters to deal with. "I come seeking aid for a friend. I would request but only a simple glass full of your healing waters."
He laughs, a sinister sound. "How very amusing. What makes you think I would give you any of what is mine?"
You dip your head in understanding. "I would not ask for such a thing without being willing to exchange in return. Is there anything you so desire?"
The spirit hums, mouth splitting in a full grin to showcase the deadly sharp teeth that are even deadlier than his claws. "No. Why would I need anything besides what I have here? It is not necessary for me to shell out my sacred spring for every person with a sob story that comes along."
You hold steady, even when he dips back into the water, drifting close to tower over you. "Quite rude to show up and demand such an exchange, actually. Perhaps a lesson is in order."
Still, you do not move. He is trying to provoke you, you can tell. Whatever type of test this is meant to be, you have no intention of failing it so easily, not with a life on the line. "Is that honestly how you would treat every poor soul coming for aid? With generosity like that, you are bound to end up the king of a pond in a barren, empty wasteland. Empathy is far more important than pride, spirit. Unless you think the world can survive on such a thing alone."
The spirit tilts their head, irritation and delight mashing in their gaze. "My, how very clever. Hoping to tug on my heartstrings? I do lack one, you know. Though you have a point, I suppose. Such a fiery vixen, so unafraid. I wonder what it would take to snap that facade."
His shadows darkens you, standing your ground unabashedly, his tail wrapping around your midsection in a mild threat or amusem*nt, you are not sure. "I am well aware of what spirits do and do not have. I request help, not demand it. A group of priests has recently moved here, and they already stir trouble. I want to keep the peace and help, especially when it appears dark magic is involved. I cannot prevent this death without your aid. Would you really leave the forest to rot under their spiteful care? I doubt they will leave anyone here untouched, including yourself. They have already poisoned the mothman."
A wave rolls over them, letting out a rolling, low growl. "Do not accuse me of anything so ignorant. I am mighty, not stupid. You can have your water if it means cleansing such foul taint, but first, I must know who you are. I do not give freely to complete strangers."
You ease the slightest, identifying yourself. His interest increases a hundredfold, unnerving grin reappearing. "The druid? I have heard much about you. Those kelpie nitwits have complained about you quite heavily as of late. Anyone who can annoy them so is certainly no enemy of mine."
You can't help the laugh that escapes, blinking for a moment, missing the subtle change of his expression at the noise. "They complain about me? How flattering. I will be sure to show my appreciation the next time I have to approach them and remind them to dig that stream so they don't get overrun by pixies."
The spirit barks a laugh. "You are a wily thing, aren't you? I bet you would be so much fun to play with."
...You cannot place the shift of his tone at those words, not missing the tickle of his tail along your spine. Narrowing your eyes, you raise a brow at him. "Right.... Well, perhaps another time. I would not mind stopping by, but I really must insist that we hurry this along. I have no desire to have someone die on me because I was too caught up in conversation."
The spirit sighs, rolling their orbs and releasing you. "Yes, yes. Alright. Take it and go. Do not forget to drop by."
Taking the permission, you hurriedly pull a glass jar from your bag. You tend to keep one or two on you in case you came across something you needed, and you definitely require it now.
Dipping it into the water, you let the dark aqua flood in, lifting and securing the cap in place. Standing, you flip around, dipping your head to the river spirit. "Thank you for allowing this, spirit. I will return to see you soon, I promise."
Circling to stalk past you, he chuckles. "I look forward to it. Oh, and for future reference, the name is Eclipse."
With that, Eclipse slides back into the river, lost to the inky depths. You know he watches you depart, though, the sensation of eyes trailing you when the wind returns to assist you.
Another speedy flight later, you practically tumble into the clearing. The nymph and mothmans' head jerk your way, the former relaxing more at the sight of you than the latter.
"You return. Did it...go well?" she inquires, caught between nervous and hopeful.
Smiling, you bring out the bottle. "One poison antidote, coming up."
The nymph snatches it when you hold it out, pulling the stopper out to examine and smell the content. "Wow, you were not kidding about the potency. I can feel it emanating from within. Thank you, druid. That was an incredibly courageous thing to do."
The nymph gets to work instantly on the mothman, whom is more or less out of it with whatever magic was blocking their pain. You shrug at the compliment. "It was not so bad, for the most part. Eclipse was not what I was expecting. I can see where he gets his reputation, but he is not a complete monster. Far from it."
She makes a low noise, smoothing over the mothman's fuzz when the arm and wing begin to heal under the effect of three quarters of the bottle. "That is good. I am truly glad he was willing to help."
At the expense of your time later and a bit of menacing, though she does not need to know that. "Couldn't agree more, nymph," you comment cheerfully, soul delighted to see the mothman nestle down for a nap when the healing process appears to be complete.
The nymph's shoulders bunch for a second, as if struck by something, before she turns on her heels, sheepishly smiling at you in return. "Oh, where are my manners! I am Sunny! It is so very nice to meet you."
You share a moment before it hits you that you only gave your title earlier. Stuttering out your name, you politely bow. "The pleasure is all mine. I had never thought to come so close to the heart of the forest. I would normally not tread on such sacred ground, though the situation did spur a bit of rule bending. I hope you do not mind."
Sunny giggles at your mild worry. "Of course not. If you had any ill intent, I would have acted before you got anywhere close to the wisteria. Visitors are welcome here, so long as they are respectful."
You smile at her friendliness. "Perhaps I shall have to return at some point. Bring some tea for us to share."
She stares at you, sunburst tinted edges of her leaves fluttering. "Sounds quite lovely. You are invited to drop by whenever you wish, as a thank you for the work you do. I know this is not the first time you have assisted the creatures of the forest. I am almost sorry I haven't come to meet you sooner."
A bit bashful, you wave it off. "No need to feel sorry, or pour gratitude. I merely do what I feel is right. It is not always so glamorous. I am not a miracle worker, sadly, but I will always try. No one should be without help when they need it."
Sunny is quiet, surveying you strangely, unable to place their expression. "An admirable way to live. I would surely enjoy spending more time here right now, but I must find a place for Egrus. I imagine going back to his old nest would not end well."
You glance at the mothman, whom flexes their arm in their sleep, wings flaring and lowering behind them, in awe of the swift recovery, and assuredly still brain fogged. "Yes, probably not. I have no doubt they will continue to make themselves a problem if they are allowed to take root here. I will do what I can to make sure they understand they are not. On that note..."
Peering upward, you address the sky. "Are you up for a bit of sabotage?"
A whip of wind thrills around you, brimming with excitement. Nuzzling it when it gusts to your forehead, you giggle. "I'll take that as a yes. I'll need to go to the mountain. Happen to know where there are any young iris thistle?"
It tugs you forward, almost instantly carrying you off your feet. You laugh at the enthusiasm. "Well, I guess I am off. Another time, Sunny," you give in parting. You twist for a last glimpse, catching that same unreadable manner about them again, completely still.
Ascending from view, cutting off her visage, you carry toward the mountain. It does not take long to loom above you, cast in its shadow when the wind sets you down on a stretch of golden grass. You quickly locate your prize, the rich purple standing out at the mouth of a deep, wide cave.
Making your way towards it, you study the flower carefully. Not all plants were amicable, unwilling to offer assistance. Thistle was a tricky thing especially. You hated forcing any part of nature to bend to you, but it might be necessary this once. An angry thistle could even be better, in all honesty, for the purposes you have in mind.
Kneeling down, you gently brush the petals. "I do apologize," you murmur, leaves shuddering at your actions. "I need your help, though. This whole forest and Notus do."
Cautiously, you begin the process of uprooting it. Sweeping the shedding of old thorns away, you dig around the base, ensuring to not tear any of the roots. Concentrating, it takes you a long second to register the sensation of being watched.
Jerking to alertness, you look up into the face of a towering giant. Rough stone skin is interspersed by veins of cobalt blue and sulfur yellow, traveling from the left leg, twirling around their midsection up to their face, covering the right half of their face in mostly blue. A cool, glowing silvery eye regards you, paired by a deep sapphire one on the left. On their domed head, a peaco*ck shaded lichen grows down to a tip covered in a starry spider's web.
A mountain troll. By far the biggest you've ever seen. Height wise, anyway. They stand straight, arms limp at their sides. You tense slightly at the displeased aura they carry.
"What are you doing on my mountain?" they ask, tone gravelly and rough, with the slightest whisper underneath.
Getting up slow to not provoke them, you fold your hands in front of you. "I came here to acquire this thistle. Nothing more, nothing less."
Their gaze flicks to the half-unearthed flowers at your feet, then back to you. "Who told you you could do that? This is not your place. You cannot abscond with whatever you wish. That would make you a thief."
Their orbs flash at the word, looming ominously closer. You refuse to budge, though you do soften somewhat, meeting their attention, unwavering. "That was not my intention. Far from it. I do not mean to offend. I would have asked had I known this was your home."
Tilting their heads, their focus narrows, clearly about to speak. "However," you continue, sensing a rebuke coming, having no desire to be scolded for doing something right. "I do require these thistles. Trouble waits at the doorstep of this forest, and I will not let it fester. I am bound by my duty as a druid. Darkness will not claim this land."
The troll examines you steadily, giving nothing away at your assertion, mere inches away, almost touching you. "Bold. Would you really be so brazen to fight me on my own turf?" The ground trembles slightly, supporting their warning.
You nearly grow irritated. Being bullied was not on your list for today. You'd had quite enough of that between the priests and the river spirit. Not afraid to advance, you are toe to toe when confronting them. "I have zero wish to battle you, or anyone else. I am a person of peace. That does not mean I won't do what I must to protect this place and the ones who live in it. I have no qualms with you, mountain troll. Do not goad me needlessly. Please."
Swinging the polite angle, in spite of your mildly antagonistic rebuttal, silence envelops, the very air seeming to hold its breath at the stalemate. Finally, the troll chuckles, appearing to ease.
"Brave little druid. Unyielding as my mountain. Honorable and loyal to your vows. Admirable," they declare, raising a hand to ruffle your hair, to your annoyance. Shoving them away, you raise a brow at them when crouch to be more level. "I am Moon, little mountain. I know who you are. It is nice to see you live up to the reputation the animals carry of you.
"Glad to do so," you respond, huffing amusem*nt. Turning your mind back to your task, you dip your head toward the thistle."It has been a pleasure to meet you, Moon. If you would allow, I will return your goodwill with something later, but I must insist I take this thistle and leave. I have to be somewhere this night."
The already dying light spurs your urgency, Moon humming at the reds, purples, and darkening blues in the sky. Stars begin to dot above, the moon shining in the distance at a waning half. "Very well. Do not think this grants you free reign. I await your return."
Kneeling to resume your task, you nod. "Of course. I would never dream of taking advantage of anyone's kindness. Thank you, Moon."
They grunt, watching you quietly. With the roots loosened, you extract the thistle gently, tucking it securely in your pack. You stand together, offering the troll a smile.
"It has been a pleasure. I hope I didn't put you off too much earlier. I will be back when I can," you assure.
Moon chuckles. "Not at all. Goodbye, little mountain."
They wave at you, pointed fingers dancing along, matching their jagged teeth split in an entertained grin. Moon steps back into their cave, seeming to meld seamlessly to the shadows, save for the subtle glow in their veins and illumination in their eyes.
What an interesting one, this troll. You have met quite the plethora of new people today, some leaving a more bitter taste in your mouth, but Moon is far less worrisome than you thought in the beginning. A strange, mysterious flavor on your tongue. Mountain trolls were very rare, and normally territorial to the point where they'd attack first, ask questions later. You had never head of one this far from the ranges in the north and east, either.
An enigma to unravel another day. Potentially tomorrow, if everything went smoothly. Summoning the wind to your aid once more, you fly towards the village, the night gifting you cover when you land near the church under construction. You check closely for anyone, waiting a while to ensure no one shows up. It is likely they are staying at Ferrel's inn tonight. It does not see many guests, but he insists on keeping it open in case. A generous man, that one. He does not deserve to have harbingers of darker magic staying within his home.
Clutching the strap of your bag tighter at a jab of righteous anger, you emerge and walk to the center of the empty building. Extracting the thistle, you dig a new hole for it, covering it with deft motions. Now for the fun part.
Returning to the edge of the clearing, you shift your kneel on the forest floor. Palms splaying in the grass, you mutter a sorry for the space you're about to smother. Closing your lids to focus, you reach into the earth, imagining and feeling the labyrinth of roots twisting below the dirt. You latch to a flash of red, mingling your energy to its.
"Earth, life, provider, I implore you. Grow, consume, reclaim that which is yours. Sprout and bloom your viny thorns," you implore. You are aware of an eruption before you, the iris exploding to life. Wood creaks and snaps, the soft touch of a leaf pulling you from your spell.
The wild vines have overtaken the entire clearing, flowing in the stream, wrapping up and around the structure of the church so tightly some of the smaller beams have broken in half. Long, dagger like thorns warn away any who would dare get close, and you pull away, lest you get any of the pollen on you. When it was young, the thistle was mildly irritating at best. Full grown, one would have to be a fool to mess with it. Itching, rashes, puffy eyes, cramps, swelling, not to mention the toxicity of the thorns. An all around bad time.
Satisfied, you walk away, ignoring the exhaustion eating at your edges. Today has been long, dragging you from one end of the forest to the other. Shuffling along, you hum your gratitude when the wind lifts you gently. Walking for the few miles it would take to reach home sounds like torture right now.
Deposited at the door, you stumble inside. Tossing your bag to the side, you flop into bed, groaning into your pillow. Sometimes, being a druid was a pain the ass, keeping everything and one in line. It was worth it though.
Head twisting, you dig your cheek into your pillow, curling into the covers. Shutting your eyes, you heave a breath, releasing the ache that built up throughout the hours. Chest rising and falling, your consciousness fades in a soft fog, consuming you in a dreamless sleep.
The next morning is a whirlpool of regrets and a mild headache. Groaning, you sit outside, breathing in the fresh air and enjoying some chamomile, honey, and lavender tea. The smooth, lukewarm liquid helps chase out the soreness, the many fragrant flowering buds of your garden adding to the calming mix.
Ah, to be able to sit here and enjoy it the rest of the day. Unfortunately, you had a new list of chores to knock out. Another visit to the kelpies to make sure they were keeping up their part of the bargain (finally), repayment to Moon and Eclipse (despite the latter denying it), a drop by Sunny's to see how the mothman is doing and thank her again. Then, to check the progress of your message to the priests...that one would be fun.
Finishing your drink, you set the cup to the side and enter your cottage. The homely atmosphere never fails to ease your tension, going over to shelves stocked by your variety of herbs, crystals, potions, and grimoires. Thumbing through them aimlessly, you first consider the river spirit. Eclipse would be simpler to handle, you think. No spirit would turn down a bottle of pure ether.
For someone as high ranked as Eclipse, however, perhaps one of your more refined. Haughty as he is, he does play an important role in keeping the forest in bloom. It wouldn't hurt to express a bit of gratitude beyond his gift from yesterday, especially after somewhat provoking him by calling out his arrogance. You were the first to admit you got lucky that he found you amusing to some capacity.
Placing the potion in your pocket, you contemplate Moon. The troll had proven rather gracious in not outright attacking you for trespassing, let alone allowing you to take the thistle from their literal front door. What would be a good way to give back...? There was not exactly a lot known about trolls due to their aggressive tendencies, fiercely protective of their lands. They tended to hoard gems and crystals, though you had no doubt Moon had plenty in a mineral rich area like this. What else?
It hit you. Honey! Mountain trolls supposedly love the stuff. If Moon was the same (then again, they had already proven different in some ways, here's hoping), you had the perfect blend of flowers and herbs to draw in honeybees. Might require time for a hive to build, but at least Moon would have a close source of it eventually.
Picking the seeds from your stash, you tuck them in a tiny pouch. Nabbing your bag, you extract your robes from their compartment, putting them up after ensuring no dirt got on them or the accompanying hat. Transferring your new acquisitions to the main area, you make sure to grab things for more tea on your way out, in case your original idea for spending time with Sunny came into play, then head out.
Your first stop sees you returning to the kelpies. Rather than engaging in another conversation where they will no doubt pester you over the water mint, you instead slip around to discover their progress. It appears they got a little over halfway to the pixies' grove before leaving the rest for another day, apparently. Good enough for now.
Whirling on a heel, you tread upriver, traversing for the source. Best to get this bit out of the way first since you're here. Idly, you watch the water flow by while you go, bits of sunshine striking slivers across the surface. If you weren't so close to the turf of kelpies you'd almost be tempted to get your feet wet. Alas, your swim would need to wait.
Shifting focus when a canary flits by above, you soak in the ambience of nature. Two squirrels run past, playing and chittering, while a newt darts from behind a rock, finding refuge in the shade of the gnarled roots of a cedar. You spot a herd of elk grazing in a meadow where the trees thin, calves darting in between the adults, one stumbling into a bull who snorts in a chastising manner, making the babe duck their head and scurry off.
You giggle lightly at the display, not noticing the tinge of coolness on your bare feet until a split second before you are yanked unceremoniously into the air. Yelping, you clutch your bag to prevent the contents from spilling, slowly rotating to face the grinning maw of Eclipse as he dangles you, his tail wrapped around your ankle, slick, watery form running trickles down your skin.
"Surprised, druid? And here I thought you were sharp as a crow," he teases, earning a very annoyed expression from you. He barks a laugh. "Aw, don't pout. I just could not help notice you were heading my way. How could I not come to greet you?"
Well, so much for avoiding getting wet, the flowing aqua coating him starting to seep into your clothes. "How very kind," you reply sarcastically. "Except for the part where you decided to pick me up without asking. Could you put me down now, please? You've had your fun."
Eclipse is silent a moment, his smirk only stretching, far from a good sign. "Have I now?" he purrs, bringing you close to his face. "Someone sure is grumpy today. What happened to the sly vixen whom so easily twisted my arm into allowing them to take from my spring, hm?"
You deadpan at him. "This 'sly vixen' had quite a day yesterday, and is only here to return the favor for your help."
The river spirit hums, a not quite content noise. "Is that so? Well, perhaps I could help with that, too. Call it an added bonus to whatever you brought."
Your mouth parts to question what he means, but you don't get the chance, suddenly sucked under the surface. He clutches you close while traveling swiftly along your original path, barely having time to hold in your lungful of air. A roar comes and goes above you, water frothing in what you recognize is the same falls you met him at.
Abruptly, Eclipse rises from the water, setting you on a ledge, coughing in a fresh lungful of air. "What...the hell...Eclipse," you get out, shooting daggers at him. The spirit chitters at your irritation.
"Relax, little crow. That is what I brought you here for, after all," he informs you slyly, resting his chin on the ledge you're stuck on, a good ten feet up or so.
Brows drawing in bewilderment, you intend to interrogate him, only to become aware of a seeping warmth beneath your fingers. Perking, you glance down, then behind you. A large cracks forms along the cave wall, steaming fluid spilling from it to leak into a small dip in the ledge, forming a fountain that overflows to the pool below. A tiny hot spring.
Fascinated, you get up, careful of the spongy conditions caused by the heated aqua, slicking along the algae and mineral-coated walls. Certainly explains some of the healing properties of Eclipse's spring, on top of his abilities as a major water spirit.
"The mountain can be an eyesore, but it has its uses," said devil interrupts, now beside you. Looking at him, you chuckle.
"I know a troll that would probably not like the idea of you taking anything from the mountain, intentional or not," you think aloud, plopping onto the moist ground. Your outfit was drenched anyway.
Eclipse rumbles, amused. "I could care less about some troll," he declares, startling you again when he wraps around you in a snake-like coil, drawing you into the crevice of heated water. Your skin reddens for a moment, adjusting to the temperature while you deal with the towering behemoth that seems far too pleased at having you surrounded.
"Hey, be nice. They helped me yesterday, too. I have to go visit them next, as a matter of fact," you rebut. Eclipse dims a bit at this, the curl of his grin a bit less friendly. Whatever sours his mood, however, he quickly sweeps it away.
"I have known you for all of ten minutes, vixen, and I am already tiring myself from all this talk of responsibilities. I am sure the troll could wait another day. Stay here, enjoy yourself. One day will not kill you, will it?"
The way he looms, shy of tightening his hold around you, has you on edge. Just what is this spirit up to? Best to defuse this now.
Drawing your bag close, you dig around. "That is a very sweet offer, Eclipse, but I am not one to leave any debts uncleared. Maybe when the issue with the priests is fully handled. For now, I have this for you."
You hold aloft the decanter of ethereal icy blue fluid. The spirit's fiery orbs immediately widen, snatching it from you and bringing it close to examine. "Oooooh, you spoil me, druid. I have not seen ether this pure in an age. Not attempting to woo me over a little bit of my spring water, are you?"
That was an odd direction to take your offering. "You must be mistaking me for somebody else if you think I have time for romance," you quip. In all honesty, you doubted anyone would see you in that light anyway. You were devoted to your work, a profession you had no interest in giving up. Who would want to put up with someone who spent every spare second on others? Not to mention the less savory parts, like dealing with temperamental forces of nature, drunken fools, brawling idiots, or more malevolent beasts.
Eclipse is staring, you realize as you mull, no longer focusing on the ether. Curious, you think he's about to say something, but decides against it. Clenching the ether, he withdraws from around you, further puzzling you. "For such a cunning crow, you are quite the dense creature, aren't you?"
Wholly uncalled for. Puffing an indignant breath, you get to your feet, ignoring the dripping of your clothes. "No need for insults, Eclipse. You have what I came to give you. I am leaving."
Going to the edge, you elect to ignore the river spirit when you start climbing down. It is tricky, the rocks slippery, and you debate just falling backward into the pool below when Eclipse makes that choice for you.
A thick claw lightly touching your forehead is all the warning you get before the spirit pretty much flicks you from the cliff. You flail, splashing into the pool, accompanying an indignant yell that is swallowed by the water.
Swimming up, you glare at Eclipse, perched on the ledge, smug. You would call him a bastard, but he can probably already tell what you're thinking. Sloshing into the shallows, you sigh. Spirits. Either territorial grumps or playful assholes. Well, that might be a bit harsh, but close enough.
Wringing our your shirt best you can, you approach the falls, acting as a curtain to the outside. "This has been interesting, Eclipse. Duty calls, however. Enjoy your ether," you throw in parting. You fully expect him to get in your way again, but it appears luck is on your side, making it past the waterfall without another trick or attempt to grab you getting in your way.
"Goodbye, vixen...," you manage to catch at the last second, swallowed by the thunder of the river.
You get away from the water quickly, not desiring to give the spirit time to rethink his decision to let you leave so easily. What a wiry one, Eclipse. You've dealt with your fair share of spirits, though he may just take the cake. Certainly the most handsy, or among them. At least he wasn't malicious in his capture. You'd held enough encounters with trickster and dark spirits to last a life time.
The earth slopes up on your approach of the mountain, digging out the packet of seeds. You note that the tea set items were soaked, too. At least you usually prefer carving cups from wood, to add to the flavor, plus the tea itself was in a sealed jar. Would have been disappointing if Eclipse had completely messed up your plans to see Sunny.
First things first. Arriving at the mouth of the cave, you peer inside. Darkness stares back. "Moon?" you call out, hoping the troll hasn't wandered to some other part of the mountain. It would sure be less than awesome to have hiked here for nothing.
Thankfully, it does not take long for their luminous heterochromic orbs to appear in the shadows. The troll stands at the edge of the light, peering down at you indifferently. "You return already."
Offering them a smile, you nod. "Well, I don't want to leave anything unsettled. Figured I could return the favor." Walking to the spot where you removed the thistle, you put the seeds beside you. "I have some seeds here perfect for attracting bees. I've heard trolls enjoy honey, so thought it might be nice if you had a way to obtain some on your doorstep."
Moon blinks, caught off guard. You get a couple handfuls of dirt up when the troll's shadow falls on you, ceasing your work by laying their hand over yours. Freezing, you glance up at the troll, whom stays steadily neutral when they respond. "This is not a good spot. The sun doesn't provide enough light," they tell you, removing their hand to sweep up the pouch. Standing to walk away, you trail after an awkward second, unsure if they want you to.
Around the bend of the cave, Moon kneels, effortlessly scooping out the dirt with their stony digits. Placing the seeds carefully inside, they silently hand you back the empty pouch, covering their work over.
For such a large, rugged being, their motions are surprisingly graceful. Placing the empty pouch in your pack, you step a bit closer. "I can help them grow fast, if you want," you extend.
Moon shakes their head almost instantly. "No need," they grunt. "I will tend to them."
A bit shocking, but yet it somehow fits them. Softening, you smile. "Very well. I hope it is fair payment for your generosity."
Moon snorts, moving to stand and turn, looking down at you. "Did not ask for payment. Appreciated, though."
You hum. "True, I suppose. Still-"
Stopping short, your attention shoots downward at the sensation of crawling along your skin. You spy a fuzzy jumping spider, iridescent black body making its way up your arm. Raising the limb to get a closer look, you address the arachnid. "Hello there, little fella. Do you need something?"
It stops, maneuvering to meet your gaze. A cute insect, to be sure, peeking up at you with wide puppy dog eyes, front legs moving up and down languidly.
The troll breaks the moment, reaching up to scoop the spider from you. "This is Jumper. They like you," Moon states simply, hoisting the spider to the lichen on their head. You put together that it must be the one who created the star-like webbing at the lichen's end, watching Jumper crawl into it and burrow down.
You chuckle at the sight. "Cute. Well, I like her as well. A very fitting name, too," you jest.
Moon actually chortles at that one. The troll has a sense of humor, who knew. "It is what she prefers."
Nodding acknowledgement, you take a spare second to observe the view on the other side of the mountain. Thick forest stretches down into a valley, interspersed by the occasional field and the river, stretching out towards a fairly distant plain on the horizon. It is not often you have seen your home from such a vantage point. Not that you have not been to the mountain before, it is merely normally under job-related circ*mstances. Being able to enjoy it like this was a nice luxury. From here, you could see Eclipse's spring, as well as the trails which circle towards your cottage and Notus.
Beside you, Moon shares in your awe. No words are spoken, but you can sense it. It had never occurred to you that mountain trolls might enjoy more than the rocky ground and its treasures that they guard. The whole thing was rather lovely, actually.
Still, you had a couple more places to be today, and the day was already half over. If you were going to reach Sunny and get back to Notus by dark, you'd need to leave now.
Focusing on Moon, you dip your head. "I must depart. It was nice to see you again, though. If you ever need anything, do not be afraid to send for me. I may be small, but I'm capable, I promise you."
Moon chuckles, glowing eyes landing on you. "I have no doubt, little mountain," they affirm, then pause. Before you can blink, Moon lifts an arm, swiping a coarse finger across your cheek tenderly. Your stomach flips over itself, the action entirely unwarranted. Or so you think, until Moon flicks away the dirt they just wiped off.
"Messy," they chitter, grinning their jagged grin. Heart recovering from its missed beat, you entirely ignore any sort of heat flooding your cheeks.
"Right. Um. Thanks. Bye, Moon," you rush, practically bolting away. That's twice today you've made contact with your new friends (at least you hope they don't mind falling under that title). Hopefully Sunny would be a bit less in your personal space. It's not that you mind the touching, truly, it was just a bit...much. Unexpected. Actually, the longer you linger on it... Why had Eclipse called you dense?
Troubled, you stew on the issue while you can, though the thickening pathways eventually draw your focus. You struggle through the brush, the heart protected by a host of thickets and tall, untrimmed bushes.
At some point, you run into what is pretty much a wall of prickly foliage, staring at it. Huh. You weren't gonna give up that easily. Maybe you could...
"Sunny?" you loudly question. The name hangs in the air, the response coming a minute later when the wall begins to shift, vines curling up into the inky canopy. Nothing ominous about that, no sir.
A trail clears for you, and it is not long until you stand at the edge of the grove. The wisteria beams brightly from the center, seeming bigger, more enthused, than last afternoon. Guess the forest was feeling a bit better today or something.
Not that the beautiful tree was what you came to see. Sunny zips from behind her charge, giddy, viny cape fluttering at her speed. "Friend!" Sunny beams, pulling you in for a hug. "It is good to see you return so soon! I did not know you would, else I would have decorated some!"
Recovering from the third grab today, you laugh lightly. "It is perfectly fine, Sunny. This place is gorgeous as is. No need to do anything to it."
The nymph sets you down, grin putting her namesake to shame. "Oh, you flatterer, you! I am glad you like it! Come, take a seat!"
Urging you forward, Sunny waves their arms. Roots shift underground, rising to twine together into two chairs, which Sunny plops you down in, claiming her own across from a small table also forming. The rumble settles after, and you mentally shrug. Guess this was happening. To be fair, you did promise to return with tea. Guess she kept that in mind.
Pulling your set out, you select the jars with the leaves and water. Placing them on the table beside the apple wood cups, you go to start mixing the leaf-water ratio when Sunny intervenes.
"Oh, allow me, sweety," she insists, nabbing the cups and leaves. Strutting to the wisteria, you watch the earth pull back, revealing the golden roots, from which water begins to pool up, the most crystal clear you have ever seen. Sunny dips the cups, sprinkling in the tea and stirring. A wash of warm wind flows over your shoulders when she exhales into the cups, witnessing a slight bit of steam rise.
Coming back to the table, Sunny sets your cup down. "There we go!" she exclaims, eagerly reclaiming her spot. "Now, do tell me how yesterday went. I am quite eager to hear of how you taught those ruffians a lesson."
It takes a minute for you to process what just happened, not having foreseen Sunny turning this around to her acting as hostess for the tea party instead. Thrice that your intentions were reversed on you.
"Ah, right," you finally manage, grabbing your drink for a sip. You nearly drop the cup at the taste. Holy sh*t, what this the ambrosia of heaven? You had never tasted a tea so absolutely delicious. Trying to recover, despite the slyness that twists Sunny's smile, slitted eyes narrowing in delight, you answer.
"As I hinted at, it was more sabotage than anything. I do not fight unless someone else strikes the first blow. No one has really been hurt, not in any real or physical sense, so I merely covered the spot they were intended to build their church in iris thistle," you say, unable to deny the smidgen of pride that slips in.
Sunny goes hysterical, tittering and kicking their leg up in the air. "Oh, how positively devious! For someone so kind and gentle, you truly do hide a wild side, don't you?"
You cough when she leans closer, chin resting on her folded hands. "I do what I must to protect those I care for. Speaking of, how is Egrus?"
The nymph goes surprisingly quiet, mood toning down. "He is well. I settled him farther towards the plains to avoid certain conflicts. He does miss his home, though," she adds forlornly.
Your own enthusiasm falls, too. "I am sorry I couldn't have prevented his harm ahead of time, nor driven the priests away. I am aware their actions are not mine, but they still vex me. Something one of the townsfolk told me makes me a bit worried, truthfully. From the sounds of it, this church of theirs has been taking issue with certain wares being sold by traveling merchants. I am not even entirely sure who they worship, but I do know that something foul trails them."
Sunny gives you a sympathetic smile. "Try not to let them eat at you, lovely. I have little doubt it only increases their power. I am sure when they see how welcome they are, they will think twice about staying here. Besides, it would be very foolish indeed for any entity, no matter how powerful, to take on the plethora of high-ranking beings that call this their home. They do not call this place the untamed wilds for nothing."
You try to let Sunny's words ease you, yet a stubborn worry still clings. "That is true. Call my concern stubbornness, I suppose. A hazard of the job."
The nymph giggles. "You are so silly. If anyone gives you trouble, just call me up, and I'll make very sure that they know better than to mess with this forest or any of its inhabitants, especially my friends."
A chortle escapes. "It's funny. I said basically the same thing to Moon today."
Sunny goes still, head frozen in place with a slight tilt. "Moon?"
You gesture in the general direction of the mountain. "Yeah. The mountain troll. I found the iris thistle on their land, and they were gracious enough to let me take it. I figured I'd thank them and Eclipse for their assistance before heading here."
Sunny does not respond for a minute, appearing to contemplate. "Hm. I did not know there was a troll on the mountain," she finally states.
"Well, to be fair, you are more in charge of the flora and fauna than the mountain. They have not caused any trouble, so it would make sense your attention never strayed their way. They're actually quite nice, in my opinion," you jabber, staring off into the trees. "I have met three new people in the past day, and I must say, you are all very interesting in your own ways."
"Are we now?"
An inflection in their tone catches your attention, looking back over to see that the saffron edges of their leaves have taken on a dark copper hue, shy of red. "Uh, you okay?" you query.
Whatever overcame Sunny vanishes as fast as it arrived, the leaves returning to normal. "Yes, yes! Perfectly fine. Merely getting caught up in something! Feeling the forest's health is sometimes a bit of a distraction, I will admit! Forgive me if I'm a bit sour."
You are not quite sure you buy that, but don't intend to pry. "That's fine. You have an important job, too. More so than my own. The forest is quite special to me, as you might imagine. I wouldn't want to get in the way of you taking care of it."
Sunny springs to her feet, startling you when her hands slam on the table. "Nonsense! You are far from a burden, deary! In fact, the forest speaks quite highly of you. The whispering of the leaves, the baritone roots, the birds and the insects. Even the fae, with all their jabbering! Don't believe yourself an intrusion. Far from it."
Is it just you, or is there suddenly a lot less space between you and her? Sunny's digits curl into claws on the wood, and you're certain she's about to further encroach, leering from above (what the hell was she always about as tall as Moon?), when she abruptly stops, a jolt going through her.
Easing back, Sunny blinks at you, snapping from whatever had hit her. "Ah. Apologies, friend. These past couple days have been a lot. I do very much mean what I said, but I think it best to leave for now. Wouldn't want it to get too dark, anyway. I notice you did not have the wind bring you here this time, so I would guess you are walking. Quite a ways to your little abode."
The strange behavior never ceases today. If you didn't know any better, you would have thought...
"Of course," you respond hesitantly, moving to stand. "I, um. Yes. That is correct. It was nice to speak with you again, but you do make a solid point. I have one last stop to make before it gets to be too late as it is. Another time, Sunny."
You finish up the last of your divine tea, tucking your items back into the pack. Sunny, deflated, sighs, gulping down the final mouthful of her own before holding the cup out toward you. Thinking a moment, you shake your head. "Keep it. I have more at home. Consider it an assurance I'll come back. When circ*mstances are better, hopefully."
The nymph cheers up, brightness returning. "Why thank you. I assuredly look forward to it, sweetheart. Don't be a stranger and all that."
Nodding, you wave when you leave the grove. Sunny does the same, the thick shield of curtains cutting off the view when they lower to match your stride.
The trip towards town is a lagging one, getting caught up in your thoughts again. What had any of that been? Sunny seemed upset, yet kept insisting you were not the issue, that she wanted you around. Was there something going on around the forest that really bothered her that much? If it was anything too problematic, she could have asked you to help her deal with it. Then again, it wasn't always your place to step in. Other people's business was their business, after all.
Still, that moment when she had towered over you, it cycled through your brain, on top of the instances with Moon and Eclipse. Gods, your gut was flip flopping like a fish on land. A tangled ball of emotions you could not decipher brews. You had known the trio only twenty four hours and already they had left such an impact.
Frazzled, tearing out your mental hair, you about jump when a large flock of birds fly past overhead, sounding out alarm calls you struggle to make out, they were so mingled.
That's when you smelled it.
Smoke.
Kicking into high gear, your head immediately whips around, zeroing in on the thick cloud of dark smog rising into the air. For a split second, your heart plummets, thinking it was Notus, but when you get closer you realize it's coming from beyond. Near...
No those assholes did f*cking not.
Sprinting to the edge of trees, you gawk at the roaring flames consuming the thistles. Those f*cking idiots! Were they trying to make people sick?! Burning f*cking iris thistle?!
You spot the dancing of shadows on the other side of the fire, shouts ringing out, heard now that the blood wasn't pounding in your ears. Careful to avoid the smoke, you see townsfolk running back and forth from the stream, tossing bucket after bucket of water, spreading your way to wet the area before it can spread any farther.
Approaching to offer your help, you don't get the chance to.
"There they are!"
Every set of eyes turn to you in an instant, the alert called out by one of the acolytes. Your legs turn to stone, no longer carrying you towards the scrambling people.
Something is wrong. Very wrong.
A thickness clogs your throat that is certainly not from the fire. Their orbs all pierce your soul, a dark distrust clouding them. The air is thick with tension and stagnation. In a horrible twist of fate, your mistake crashes over you. What you did only provoked the priest and his entourage. It was meant as a force to drive them away. Instead, they had upped whatever it was they were already doing to the people of Notus, and you'd fallen into the blame, hook, line, and sinker.
"Grab them!"
You're not sure who shouts the order this time, not the same person from before. You take a step back when there is a collective surge, only to bump into something. Well, someone.
Scratchy red hair catches your sight, opening your mouth. "Mason-," you begin to implore Allen's eldest. You are prevented from doing so when he picks you up and hurls you. Slamming into a tree, you cough, wind knocked from you, wincing when you collide with the ground. Your arm aches where it hits a root, head rattled from the impact.
"Ya won't speak no more lies in this town, witch," Mason hisses. "Father Anthony helped us see what you've really been doing here all these years!"
Your hair is yanked, struggling through the incoherency and pain. "Mason, wait-," you try again, only for him to fling you into the dirt again. Your ribs bruise, letting out a breathless gasp when the same root that your arm landed on knocks the side of your head. Static overwhelms your mind. You struggle to make sense of anything when dots fill your vision.
People are talking above you, but you can't make out what they're saying. You are tossed around a bit more, releasing grunts and groans, dragged across cold dirt, leaves, twigs, and pine needles tangling in your locks. At some point, you jostle over another root, doing away with the last of your consciousness. Reality cuts to nothing.
Everything hurts.
That is the consensus you come to upon waking. Gashes and bruises sting across your flesh, and you fret one of your ribs may have actually cracked a bit. You can't check the damage, though. A thick wool item secures over your eyes, matching the one painfully tight around your mouth, clogging your already heavy tongue and dry throat. Ropes bind your wrists and ankles to the point your hands and feet are numb.
A hammering throbbing pummels your skull, a heavily muffled whimper catching in your windpipe. Why were you such an idiot? You should have prepared for the worst instead of assuming the best. Were you so unused to the evil in humanity compared to that of demons and the like?
Slumping, you ride the agony of your foolishness out on a harsh stone floor. How the hell were you going to get out of this one and help free the people of Notus? You can't call on any of the elements. No one else knows you're here. Keeplup...you were supposed to bring him ghoul flesh. Instead, you had shoved it aside due to the lack of it, and your visits to the other three forest dwellers. What would happen to the peace with you gone? You were meant to keep everyone safe and happy. Heh, what a joke. You couldn't even do that for yourself.
The sound of a door slamming open pulls you from your pity party, an unforgiving hand hooking into your arm and hauling you along. Shouting echoes around you, the air outside touching you like poison when you exit wherever you were held. The stench of something rotten lacing the streets makes you wish you were facing off against the thistle smoke instead. What had Anthony unleashed after your backlash for his threats?
"....and while this witch sought your good souls with their siren songs, hypnotizing eyes, and false claims of priesthood, we at the Church of Phaztois have arrived just in time to prevent their plans from coming to fruition! Come, see the dangerous liar in your midst as we send them back to the darkness whence they came!"
Anthony's declaration is met with jeers, finding yourself shoved, standing, against a wooden surface, secured tightly by more ropes around your torso. Groggy, your neck strains to lift your head and peer out in the direction of the mob. You can faintly picture the sight you must make, a pig dragged to slaughter for whatever ill intentions the father may have. Phaztois? Why does that name sound so familiar? You can't place it in your current state.
"With this, we shall burn them as they intended to burn you! Let their efforts, the remains of our temple, serve as a warning for any whom wish to bring harm to Notus! None shall escape the justice of you good people and Phaztois!"
A roar drowns out Father Anthony's words when he leans close, chuckling. "Goodbye, you insignificant druid worm. Let's see how merciful our god is with you on the other side."
Something bounces down into the scratchy material at your feet. In swift order, heat builds, smoke pluming up, soaking through the fabric. Your eyes sting, gut-wrenching coughs building while flames scorch the skin around your ankles. Tears flow, having to bite your tongue. If this is really how you go out, you're not going to give these bastards the satisfaction of your screams.
Consciousness teetering between the immense pain and your struggle to breath, you brace yourself to meet whoever greets you in the afterlife. Hopefully not their god like Anthony believes.
In your moment of acceptance, however, the earth sounds and feels like it splits in two. The cheers drop into screams. Houses are reduced to splinters nearby. Your platform rips apart, the precious chilling sensation of water dousing the flames in a heartbeat. Commotion dies off in the background, hidden behind a muffling wall.
"Oh, vixen," a familiar voice churns, brushing a cool claw under the cloth barring your sight. It slices easily at his prying, fluttering to the ground. You blink rapidly, vision blurry through the tears, making out splotches of red and black. Eclipse...? What was he...?
The cloth around your mouth quickly follows, a groan instantly getting free. "Shhh," he urges, raising a hand to your parched, scorched mouth. Water pool on his palm, flowing down to your lips. You gulp greedily, cut short by a coughing fit that sends a fresh wave of torment through you. Whimpering again, you battle the urge to simply curl up and fade away. Not that you have the energy to really move.
"How are they?!"
An exclamation draws your muddled focus, two more shapes appearing behind Eclipse. The mismatched orbs reveal Moon, while the shimmering leaves betray Sunny's presence. Seriously, how are they all here?
A fog slams into your brain, disrupting your line of thought. Coughing some more, you struggle to get it under control and keep your lids open. The trio's yelling mingles into a mess you labor to understand.
"Don't lo- the ba-le now, little m-tain," you piece together from Moon.
"-need my springs!" Eclipse bellows.
"-eft this with me! Here!" Sunny speaks urgently.
Glass presses to your lower lip, flooding your throat with a crisp liquid. The container tilts, spilling in every last drop. For a minute, the soothing wash ruminates in your chest, invading your system. It feels like eternity passes before you can finally gulp in a lungful of fresh oxygen. Sweet relief tears the pressure off your organs, the bite of your burnt feet and blood-oozing and battered skin dimming.
Your sight clears enough to get a better look at your surprise saviors. You give them a weak smile, the best gratitude you can properly express. You want to do more, but Moon's silent head shake is enough to drain your remaining willpower. You become victim to your wounds once more.
Waking is a dreadful, awful thing. You want to sleep. Ugh, why is your body doing this to you?
Reluctantly, you crack a lid open, taking in the hazy shade of emerald and gray. The lighting does not blind you, thank gods, allowing you to peel the other open and observe your surroundings better.
You're...in Eclipse's cave, on a pile of soft, luscious leaves that arc into fern fronds above your head. Uhhhh, what...
It strikes into your head akin to a lightning bolt. Right. sh*t. f*cking Father Anthony. Notus. Notus.
The faint remembrance of shattering wood snaps you from recollecting. What had the three forest dwellers done? They hadn't hurt any of the people, had they?! What...what if...
"Easy, little mountain," Moon pipes up from the shadow of the ledge. Jumping in place, you whirl on them. "Moon- the town- what- how did you even-"
The words are a jumbled mess, halting when Eclipse slides down from above, while Sunny emerges from behind the ferns. "My, my, awake for all of five seconds and already worrying about others!" the nymph teases, tone not exactly carrying a pleased quality. "Your kindness is ever so endearing, sweetness, but you really mustn't let it consume you so."
"The nymph is actually right, crow. You almost...died," Eclipse growls, the last part ripping from his mouth like he was pulling teeth. Laying flat on his stomach before you, paws folding over each other, claws kneading in and out from agitation, matching his tail, Eclipse regards you unhappily. "Those sheep almost burned you alive. They are lucky to get away with a few broken houses and bones."
You sink into a mild relief. The bones thing was not exactly great, but at least they hadn't spilled the blood of innocent people. Yes, they had cheered on while Anthony pegged you as the villain, but they were not themselves. The miasma of whatever dark force those priests controlled had been so bad it was a contest whether you suffocated from it or the smoke first.
"As for how we knew you were in trouble, well, that is fairly simple. I told you, the forest adores you. The very tree you were struck against spread its warning to me," Sunny pins on.
"For myself, it was the stream. The water rushed downriver to alert me of what those priests had done to you and the fire they started," Eclipse tells you, his seething hard to miss.
"The birds sang of treachery against you. The earth was upset as well. The rock howled throughout the valley," Moon lets you in on last.
"Oh," you murmur, glancing to the side. Made sense. The elements may be idle forces, but they still held a connection to you. Even fire, despite having almost done you in. You would not fault it for doing what it did naturally. It was not the element itself that lit the match.
Shifting to draw your knees up, you start at the sight of new scars along your flesh. The marks from the fire reach halfway up your calves, the rest of you healed, no doubt thanks to Eclipse. Your fingers graze the burns, finding it a bit rough, but still surprisingly smooth.
"Fire is the opposite of water. There was only so much my spring could do," Eclipse rumbles mournfully.
You spare him a look. "It is alright. Eclipse. You have done nothing wrong. If anything, it'll serve a good reminder to not underestimate strangers," you remark, chortling. The noise fades in your throat fairly quickly, resting your cheek on your knee and sighing. "I really made an oaf of myself. I didn't think about the repercussions my actions would have on the folks of Notus. They were already acting strange. Phaztois...I knew I recognized the name somewhere. I have read about him from one of my tomes on ancient deities. I thought his worship was thing of the past, though. He was so volatile and unpredictable that most of his followers were felled by his own hand. To think he could be gaining such steadfast support now is odd, and alarming."
The trio exchange a glance. "You need not worry about them anymore. The priests are no longer a problem," Moon assures you.
You're...not sure how to feel about that. On one hand, they were definitely an issue that needed removed. On the other, violence only begets more violence. You have the sneaking suspicion that the church is not done with Notus yet.
"...Be that as it may, I must check on the residents. If Anthony is dead, his spell should have lifted," you asset. The sour expressions you're met with detail their take on the matter. "Look, I understand why you're angry, but the people of Notus are really not that bad. I have known them for years. The fact that they have been touched by dark magic distresses me greatly."
Your reasoning is solid, though they still despise it. Huffing, Eclipse prowls closer, tail swaying from side to side. "Only with us there," he makes clear, no room for argument in his vivid orange eyes. Your instincts immediately latch onto the defense that you do not need to be babysat, yet the refute dies in your throat when Sunny's digits slip under your chin, turning your attention her way. Shadows cast a certain intensity on the nymph, making you falter, lips parting soundlessly.
"You will not put yourself in such danger again, purposeful or otherwise, sweet druid. I have just met you, and I won't allow another close call like this," Sunny more or less commands, bringing you closer. Unease hooks you, once again caught under the more untamed nature of the forest heart's keeper. Which is why you're so stunned at the lingering peck they give you the next second, presence subsiding, satisfied grin lightening her face.
There is little chance for you to process the forwardness before Eclipse pounces, tearing you from Sunny so that you're flat on the ground underneath him, a position that causes your skin to flare a rosy hue. "Stupid nymph, how dare you kiss them first!" he snarls, Sunny clearly smug at his losing fury. His claws curl around your skull, jerking you to meet your lips to his deadly teeth. The cold of his liquid form does nothing to stave the heat bombarding your cheeks.
When Eclipse stays a bit too long for Sunny's liking, the nymph shoves them, wind rustling their leaves. "That's enough, you brute," Sunny grits out, starting a tussle you're caught in the middle of, until nimble fingers free you. Sat in Moon's lap, you both observe the, what thankfully appears to be, small spar. Over you. This was so unprecedented it almost left you more dizzy than the smoke had.
Your focus is diverted when a single digits cranes your head up to look into Moon's glimmering orbs, and they offer you the smallest, gentlest kiss, renewing the flames warming your exterior. Withdrawing, the troll smooths stray bangs behind your ear. "Take your time," they urge, returning to the horseplay that was beginning to die down.
Your brain reboots, placing all the jigsaw pieces together. You hadn't been imagining things earlier. They had taken a liking to you so swiftly. Were they honestly hoping for a relationship? You were open-minded, yes, yet to split your duties and remaining time between all three seems unfair. Not to mention you have no idea how to be in an actual relationship. You'd officiated weddings and such for others, but the concept of having that yourself was entirely foreign. It also made a part at the core of you squirm. Three majestic, gigantic forces of nature wanting you all at once? Flustered was not an apt enough description.
This is all too much. You need something else to center on. A task to stave off the wild implications. Of course, there was only one other thing on your mind right now.
Shuffling off Moon, the entire cave goes still when you whirl to address them. "I'm going to require time to...to process all this. Just, for the moment, I really need to go check on everyone."
"Fine," Eclipse grumbles, getting to his paw. "We mean it, though. We're not letting you go back there alone."
Not desiring to deny them, you lead the way past the waterfall. For having just been beaten and burned, you feel pretty great right now. The spring really is an amazing place, though moderation is key, in your opinion. One should not abuse the gifts of nature.
Pushing that to the side, you lead the march southwest, ignoring the heavy auras the trio cast out, as if daring anyone to come anywhere near you. It only got worse when Notus came into sight. Jagged stones spear into the sky, running through the remains of buildings, while vines tightly weave and crush others. It looks like a monsoon ran through the other half of town, dirt completely soaked and muddy. The splinters that remain of your pyre scatter the area, clumps of burnt straw and ash reminding you of your near miss with death. You hold in a shudder at the memory of the flames scorching your feet, rotten miasma and smoke choking you through the gag while your awareness fades-
Shaking your head, you banish the sensations clawing from your subconscious. People mill about, appearing completely lost and disoriented.
The first to spot your entourage, Mildred, Allen's wife, promptly shrieks and scurries off. The others are quick to follow, cowering behind the corpses of their homes.
Your shoulders sag at their fear. Of course they're scared. You brought the three responsible for wrecking the town with you, not to mention how tangled their heads must be with the spell lifted, a fact you're certain about, the stench from the air missing. Still, it would not hurt to do a blessing when you are back to full strength, magic wise.
Turning to hold up a hand to halt the forest dwellers, you silently plead for them to stay put while you handle the next part. Reluctantly, they oblige, watching like hawks when you step into the middle of Notus. "Everyone, it is alright, I swear! I do not come here to harm or blame. I merely wish to make sure you all are safe."
Peeking from behind a building, Greta warily emerges into the street. "Then...then why are they here?" the child asks, shaken.
Shooting a look to your companions, you return your focus to Greta, smiling kindly. "They are only here to make sure I am safe. Eclipse, Moon, and Sunny are dear friends of mine. They were all very upset about what happened yesterday, and were only trying to protect me, like any loved one would. You can understand why they insisted to come here with me, can't you?"
Greta wiggles in place, unsure, eventually answering with a slow nod. At that point, someone else makes an appearance, distraught when Ryen hobbles into view, a sling holding up a broken arm. "Oh, Ryen...," you whisper.
The old man ignores your concern, nearly tripping over himself in the mud to reach you. You meet him halfway, holding him steady before he can do so again.
"Child...yer alright...I thought... I am so sorry, bairn. I don't know what came over me and the others. It all made so much sense when that blasted priest spoke. Seeing ya up on that stake, I knew something weren't right, but I....," Ryen mumbles through, clinging to you.
Sympathy coats you. "I know, Ryen. Don't blame yourself. None of this is anyone's fault here. I will explain everything, if-"
"What are you and those monsters doing here?!" a booming voice intones nearby. Snapping your head up, you take in the sight of Allen leading the march of what must be most of the village, the men in front holding weapons defensively, despite a few hosting broken limbs.
The trio behind you bristle, ready to meet the challenge head on. Releasing Ryen, ensuring that he isn't going to fall when you do, you rush to get between the warring parties. "Calm, everyone! Calm!"
Allen glares at you, clenching meaty fingers around his axe. You meet his wrath imploringly. "Please, Allen. They mean no harm. They are only here to ensure I stay safe, no more, no less."
A low snarls builds in his throat, but he appears to see reason, letting out a, "tch!", lowering his axe. "Maybe them priests were on to something with their talk of your damn enchantments," Allen basically spat.
Hostility pacified, you chuckle lightly. "If I had such abilities, my job would be a hell of a lot easier. Have you ever tried talking a lindworm out of battling a psychopomp, or been the judge to a goblin money quarrel? I would have killed for the power to hypnotize. I can assure you, what Anthony spread about me is far from the truth. Have I ever once actually harmed anyone here? Have I not helped anyone and everyone when they needed it? I have always made it clear you can reach out to me if you require assistance or aid."
Feet shuffle, disquiet murmurs spreading. They're all still unsure and confused. Allen stares at you, chocolate eyes unreadable, assessing. Sighing, you continue to make eye contact, standing your ground, placing sincerity into every word. "Look, I am aware of how this will sound immediately turning it around on them, but I would be remiss in my duties to not warn you. Whether or not you believe me, I do care, and that was one of the reasons I rushed over here without thinking when I saw the smoke. Yes, I did put the thistle there, but for good reason. This church, the god they worship is a harbinger of darkness and chaos whose practices were thought long extinct. It is why you all feel so incredibly muddled right now. They had been trying to worm their way into your heads covertly, but when I made it clear they were hurting the wrong people, they tangled the truth and unleashed a spell over you all to make it seem more believable. I aimed to prevent and undo their efforts, and that's why they turned you against me. I harbor no ill will for their horrid tricks, but I fret that they may not be the last Phaztois acolytes to appear in Notus. Even if you do not desire me here any longer, at least take heed of what I say. The Church of Phaztois cannot be trusted. They will see this town under their thumb and the forest their rule before they are satisfied, if they ever are."
Hesitation weighs the air after your speech, broken by Ryen smacking Allen over the head. "What the hell, old man?!" the redhead snaps, slapping away the cane.
"Ya listen here, Allen Percival Layden, our friend here put themselves on the line for us, and if ye think I am about ta let ya tell them ta shove off, 'specially after what we did, ya have another thing coming! Put that pea brain of yers to use for once! Falling so easily for the message of a man whom carried naught but a foul stench 'round with 'im, I oughta give ya two more knocks on the head for the parents that raised ya! I know Aspen and Tilly had more sense than that!" Ryen barks.
The tides appear to shift at Ryen's lecture, the horror and regret crashing down on the crowd. Allen frowns, pausing before dipping his head in a wounded apology and moving to walk off. Mildred and Mason break to trail him, vanishing beyond the group milling about.
"Well, isn't this all spectacular! The whole debacle finished and wrapped up in a pretty bow!" Sunny suddenly pipes up, clapping her hands together while approaching you. Fear instantly returns, the townsfolk bunching together, peering at the towering nymph warily.
Turning to her, you slightly scowl. "Sunny, have a little patience. I get why you dislike me coming here, but I can't just leave them to rot. We've been over this."
Scoffing under her breath, Sunny picks you up, seating you on her forearm. Off guard, you jostle against her chest, further peeving you. "And I recall going over how you are too kind for your own good sometimes. You have just been through something traumatic. Your caution has been delivered. You should take a day's break now, at least. I'm sure these lovely folks can sort the rest out for themselves from here."
The way Sunny is chomping at the bit to drag you off gets someone stepping forward, a woman by the name of Alba. Ryen blocks her path with his cane. "Easy now, young'n. Don't go tangoing with the likes of 'er. 'Sides, if the druid trusts 'em, so do I."
Sunny studies Ryen, whom locks their gazes without flinching. A few seconds later, the nymph giggles. "I think I may like you, old man," she admits.
"Mighty generous. So long as ya ain't mean no harm to the druid or us any longer, I believe I can tolerate ya myself," he responds gruffly.
Humming amusem*nt, Sunny twirls about, moving to join Moon and Eclipse at the edge of town again, much to your annoyed chagrin. Well, perhaps she did have a point. You really did hate putting off your work, to the point of your own detriment. Having others there to tell you off for it was a whole new level of bizarre, though.
Begrudgingly allowing it, for their peace of mind as much as yours, you rest while Sunny carries you. Eclipse and Moon fall into step beside her, the spirit's tail flowing languidly at Sunny's ankles, an almost protective curve to it. He nuzzles you before stalking low, scanning ahead, while Moon pokes your cheek, chuckling at your pouting that melts away at their tenderness. The comforting lull of their auras tugs at you, letting your eyes close, embracing the affection.
There was likely more to come, storm clouds building on the horizon, but with them around to care and help, perhaps it wouldn't be so bad.
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