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Lichen · 5/21/2026, 12:12 AM

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A voice, not often used, resonated in a soft, anxious hum. Breath caught in their throat as the snare of their dream lifted — and their eyes flew open, pupils dilating against the morning light. Adrenaline faded, their heart quieting in their chest as the silence overcame the room. Things. The world. Their family. It was different — new. And Lichen felt it — strange and estranged.

They would swallow gently, trying their best to remember what Wendigo had taught them

Unblinking. Calm. Practiced.

For a place as busy as the Howff, Lichen grew and moved with the slowness of moss. They were present in the shadows, absorbing nutrients and information. Quiet. Contained. Quite unlike the explosive energy of Kobold, actually. So it was strange to hear their mother call for them both. But there was the familiar sting of worry that laced Màthair's vocals, and it caused Lichen's ears to cup forward.

Where had she been?

Lichen would follow their brother, tracing in Kobold's wake as Wisp bounded up the stairs to the family den. Màthair? Lichen would soften, a gentle whine escaping childish lips as they blinked with wide eyes. Kobold would leap into action, words pouring from his lips as he informed their mother of the events of the Howff, and Lichen would toddle forward, hovering in Kobold's shadow.

For if they could not have a shadow themselves ...
... they could be someone else's shadow.

"...What's wrong?"

Lichen blinked, peering over Kobold's shoulder before stepping a little more forward, peeling from the shadows. What ... happened? They stopped themselves from directly repeating Kobold, spreading their vocabulary ever so slightly as their ears pulled back atop their head.

Welcome Back!

Greetings Stranger!

Verdigris Row

the changeling