skilll: healer - only a millenia later, that starter for you Eidola

Each evening he picked a way to go and took it, looking for more of the strange purple flowers and random herbs that he might store some of them. Winter would eventually return, even if they had been enjoying the return of warmth and a beautiful summer. The warmth from the sun still lingered in his cinnamon kissed fur even as night began to rise around them. Life had been curious, so far, but good in a way that he savored.

Fable was well, stress aside, and had settled back into her role as Matriarch like he had seen her don her cloak; it was a natural and fluid motion for her. Foxglove was humming under his breath, keen eyes peering ahead and then occasionally up to the motes that floated lazily above him. Whenever he came to a stop, they sometimes bounced off one another, making it near impossible to tell where one stopped and the other began.

In the distance he spotted another wolf but could not smell them or see them clearly over the cloying scent of the purple flowers. Politely, he let out a chuff, not wanting to come up on them and startle them.

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It wasn't until Foxglove was much closer that he was able to see her clearly, and there was no way he might have missed her strikingly unique coat. She had taken more of Archon's coat than Fable's, he thought, but there were still little hints at her Goldencourte heritage. For a moment Foxglove thought about turning around and fleeing back to Avon, hoping he'd be fast enough to outrun the ghosts of awkward past. Instead he took a second to draw in a deep breath and tried to settle the wave of nausea. She was certainly more grown than when they had last seen one another - which he thought was about directly after Fable and Archon had separated.

He didn't begrudge the cutting gaze she'd given him or the bitter tone of Kyros; the complexity of the situation and its emotions were so much for such little children. Hell he'd been fully grown, and it was a lot of emotions for him. He'd been pinning away but hadn't made anything known, trying to stomp down as much feeling as he could, actually. After the tournament, things hadn't been quite the same, but he'd tried to avoid any pitfalls lest he snap an ankle or two. Wouldn't that have been awkward, his stiff hip in winter and strange gait from breaking a leg. He would hope his luck would be better.

It was different than with the girls he'd seen grow day by day. They'd been in human bodies, though, and seeing them suddenly as adults was something that Fox struggled with. Especially now with Aisling the fresh mother. Two little tiny babes nestled at her side was a foreign sight but one that did tug at his heartstrings. He hadn't realized how quickly life would fly by - he and Fable had barely had time as newlyweds before they were also new grandparents. He stopped a ways from her, head bobbing politely in greeting before he set the bundle of purple flowers to the side.

Perhaps it was some of their pollen, or some strange sudden control of his emotional state, or perhaps a stroke. But Foxglove had managed to ingest some of the flower when he licked his lips, and the haze of their effect had softened his anxiety. Guard hairs had still bristled some, the fur at the base of his neck standing on edge. Hello, He answered, not wanting to address her directly by name and coming off like some prophetic creep. I'm Foxglove, from the Kingdom of Avon. Maybe she might have a flash of his name in a memory; maybe being neighbors would register him neutral.

Maybe there was still time to take off and run - but he'd given her his name, and he'd given his soul to the Goldencourtes. Their blood was her blood; she was a sister to his daughters; she was a daughter to his wife - he was outside that circle, but not bitter at all. Just.....well. Scared.

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There was time where he could see the confusion and her attempt to work through it. He could see the puzzle she worked at as if it was spread across the ground before them and she worked at the answer of who he was. He couldn’t help the smile that came to his face at the mention of her sisters and mother. She still didn’t know him though, which didn’t offend him in the slightest. Honestly he might have been more uneasy if she did remember him, with everything that had happened then. Yes - I’ve been a part of Avon for as long as it has existed in Mythris. when they had claimed the Golden Glade he had been so happy there - he still missed it, even if he had grown to love the Blushed Meadows as well.

I helped your parents with their claim, and followed when we moved here - that feels like ages ago. You and your sisters were barely up to our knees then. He still thought of the gaggle of little girls as these tiny creatures, as if they had frozen somehow in their tiny bodies. You're welcome to call me Fox, if that’s easier. He answered to almost anything, although there had been that time when Torben insisted on calling him Ollie and he had hated that. No one used Oleander much, but Ollie had annoyed the shit out of him quite frankly.

He gestured towards Avon with his head, almost expecting to see Fable manifest on his heels somehow knowing he had encountered Eidola. You should come visit…..there’s been - everyone is okay!! Just…. How interesting to be present, to seen the newest Goldencourte babies being born. There was a fresh wave of emotions and his gaze softened. Aisling gave birth to two little babies, they’re precious - and all doing well! Mariposa and Montrose , a girl and a boy. It sort of felt like robbing Aisling of getting to spread her own news, especially news that big, or maybe it would have been more appropriate coming from Fable. He was an excited grandparent, though, and he didn’t have quite the vault his Aïti had.

I’m sure they would love a visit sometime. He expected that as soon as they could, the twins would be toddling off after one another getting into their own mischief too. Hopefully, Eidola would be able to see them before they escaped the watch of their mother to go have their own adventures. No doubt Fox would grow some grey hairs just from the stress alone.