new moon

[amethystic]

so
i slept for almost two months apparently

honestly 10/10 would recommend
it felt weirdly dreamless but in a good way



anyway i'm alive

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[purevanillacookie]

[ Oh thank the Witches, he had thought another of his children had gone... ]

It is good to see you are safe and well, my dear! I am glad you are still with us.

[amethystic]

if the forest tried to kill me again it'd be rotting right now don't worry

[purevanillacookie]

Ahaha I am afraid telling me not to worry will not do much good. Have you eaten yet?

[ Grandpa already on the move! ]

[amethystic]

no
literally i just woke up to be honest

world hard and cold. bed soft and warm.

[purevanillacookie]

I'll be right there!

[ Did you want to orient yourself for the first bit of time waking up, Fel? Too bad. Peepaw's coming, dear! ]

[amethystic]

( she's honestly still in her inn room- someday she'll upgrade it to her personal tastes with a kitchen and all because she brought us the bathhouse. pv will find the door already cracked for him though, while she herself is still curled up under the blankets, the netbook plopped against the bedding. )

[purevanillacookie]

[ It will take him a bit but eventually the sound of hooves on flooring can be heard. And oh good, the door is already opened for him. His hands are full, that would have been difficult otherwise. He still knocks gently with one hoof, before pushing it open.

Then having to turn sideways to scoot in cause a) his staff has been slid into his horns so he can carry it to see a) sideways view that's disorienting both it and him) and b) there's just. A lot. In a big basket.

First, basket set down. Then a small crocheted chipmunk is taken out and handed over. He's getting better! But it's still... well. Obviously not quite proportioned right.

It still smells of vanilla.

Then a serving tray is removed from the basket. Placed in her lap.

Then here comes the sandwiches. Cut into tiny easy to eat pieces. And a few strawberries, and some other things. ]

There!

[ Peepaw is Pleased. ]

[amethystic]

(



she remembers hearing other children talking about their mothers and fathers bringing them stuffed animals and treats when they were sick. sandwiches, fruits, crackers with peanut butter. maybe a cup of tea, or warm milk with honey. she wonders, and not briefly, if that's what this feels like. )

... Thank you.

[purevanillacookie]

[ Get loved, Child.

Tea with honey. Pressed fresh juice. Milk.

Peepaw brought it all.

The thank you makes him smile and he reaches out to brush her hair gently from her forehead. Fixing it a little from where it's been scrunkled by sleep, and just to check to make sure she's not running warm or anything. Two months, okay. ]

You are most welcome, my dear. Are you feeling well otherwise? Two months is quite a while.

[ Please don't do it again. ]

[amethystic]

( she's a bit warm, but it's hard to tell if it's because she's suddenly flustered, been wrapped in blankets for two months, or because she actually is mildly feverish.

after a moment, she nibbles on a sandwich piece.



she wants to cry. )

I feel better than I did before all that. I'm sure its clear but I haven't been the best mentally for a while now. Several awful deaths in a row do that.

[purevanillacookie]

[ Once she begins to nibble, he will carefully pull his staff from his horns - finally right side up world again - and then set it aside. Then sit himself down on the edge of her bed, body turned towards her.

His smile fades into a soft sympathetic frown. ]

I understand, and I'm so sorry you had to deal with that. [ A pause. ] And that you felt you had to deal with it alone. I know it is difficult to speak about certain things, but you are never alone when it comes to dealing with them.

[amethystic]

Quite frankly, I don't think anyone here is fully equipped to deal with my bullshit. ... I don't resent them for it. And the ones who are close enough to it, I know this knowledge will only hurt them. So, like, why bother spreading the pain? I'm fine.

( sips tea.



she knows shes wrong. she's still choosing this as her hill to die on. please bop her grampa. )

[purevanillacookie]

[ That gets the softest snort out of him, and the most amused look, as he fiddles around in his basket and pulls out a cup to pour some juice into for himself. He adds a little touch of milk and a bit of honey, stirring it thoroughly. ]

Indeed, quite a many are very young themselves. But I am quite well over a thousand, I have seen - and heard - many a things. Try me, my dear. There is no such thing as spreading the pain, when you reach out and someone takes your hand. They are helping to lighten the load, sharing what only you see as a burden.

[ Spreading the pain is only when you're being deliberately malicious, but he'll keep that to himself, as he sips his strawberry milk and honey juice, tail wiggling in delight. ]

I will not push if you do not desire to speak of it, however.

[forwander]

Out of curiosity, were you aware when you woke up that two months had passed? Or did you experience the age-old adage of waking up and saying "what year is it" jokingly only to realise that you had slept longer than intended?

[amethystic]

Don't bring logic into this.

( she wants to, though. the question is if she will or not. )

[amethystic]

connection to the moon says it was two months via

( there is a long drawn out explanation in causal teen dialogue about temporal and celestial magic and how they can intertwine.



i am not writing this, i'm sorry wolfie. )

but at the same time with how weird things are here i'm not actually sure if i trust it or not

[purevanillacookie]

[ That makes him laugh. It has a sort of merry baa'ing undertone to it. ]

Ah, my mistake. Eat your food, my dear. Drink.

[amethystic]

I am, I ammm!

( she wiggles instead though. like, that is not eating or drinking, girl. that isn't even helping. you're just deeper in bed. )

[purevanillacookie]

Oh, are you? It rather looks like you're disappearing further into your blankets. In a very squiggly manner.

[ His tone is playful and teasing, and he doesn't try to stop her from squiggling her way further down, he'll just move the tray instead so she doesn't knock it aside. ]

[amethystic]

... I am multitasking.

( no she's not!!! but she does sit up properly again to properly eat again. )

[purevanillacookie]

[ She is! Once she grabs more food, which makes him smile. And reach out to begin fixing her hair. Two months. Ah. He cannot finger comb this. ]

Do you have a brush?

[amethystic]

Mm, on the dresser across the bed.

( felicity takes another drink and then... the brush floats over with a flourish, surrounded by swirling pink sparkles. )

That bad, huh?

[purevanillacookie]

[ Oh! Telekinesis is always amazing, it's so mundane yet simply useful for everything. He takes the brush with a smile, then moves to sit himself down beside and slightly behind her so he can tackle her hair with the gentlest of brushing. ]

Two months, my dear. But it is in much better condition than I imagine I would come out!

[amethystic]

( .... oh. she

well. she wasn't sure why with how he'd been acting just moments prior, but- she'd thought he'd been hinting that she needed to take care of it herself. others always did. she thinks the last time someone brushed her hair it was...

her brother.

she was six.

for a moment she just sits, stunned. )

... Oh- um. ... I'm a very still sleeper, for the most part. It probably helped.

[purevanillacookie]

Hm! That would do it. I believe I - as someone would say - fight demons in my sleep. Absolute mess. It is one of the reasons I keep my hair short. I have been a roller since I was a child.

[ He pinches his tongue between his teeth as he carefully works her hair out, this is going to take a bit, it's long. But he does so with the gentlest of touches, she will hardly feel any tugging or pulling. ]