[Myr digs his hands into his own hair with deepening frustration as Caster leans back. Bastards, indeed; he isn't used to forgetting things any longer, and they could've done anything to him in there. (The lurking feeling of horror and violation at something that had happened says they might very well have done anything and he's forgotten all of it...)]
Don't know how much more resting I can do, [though he clearly needs it, he's disturbed enough now by the attention called to the hole in his memory he's going to be worrying at it like a missing tooth.] But--ah, [he takes the bag of herbs,] I'll give it a try. I'm sure the old man here isn't going to let me out of his sight until I'm all better.
[It's very fondly said, and Everett's direction gets another of those melting-sweet smiles.] --I can tell you now I do want to know, though. So the sooner we can go meet your diviner... [The better.
I could have never mentioned my age... [Everett sighs wistfully at teasing, bringing over tea for the two. He's handing Caster his first and then leading Myr's hand to his own. Where Caster ruffled the other faun's hair, Everett will smooth it out affectionately, sitting beside Myr with his own tea]
Wherever Myr goes, I wish to accompany him. I'm likewise curious about this diviner. [and a pointed look to Caster]
And whatever plans you're surely hatching, Caster, to get through that door and investigate. I will involve myself however is best.
[ Caster blows at the tea, small spell of cold at the end of his breath— making the temperature of the tea go down just a bit to start drinking it immediately. It makes easier to hide the smile at the affection he's witnessing ]
I don't know the diviner's real name, but he goes by Raccoon. The guy is really talented I have to tell you that. Traded some quick lessons with him— I don't know where to find him either— [ A crooked smile. ] But Archer does.
[ Then he comments in a very conversational tone ]
Looks like we are both limited by our old men, eh Myr?
[n o p e, Everett is not going to escape from the moniker now that Myr's found it. (And worse, now that he knows for an absolute certainty the teasing isn't leaving any hard feelings in its wake.)
He takes his tea gratefully, and equally gratefully leans into Everett's touch. Not an ounce of shame in him when he's feeling as unsettled as he is.]
Oh, I don't mind it so much. He's made it this far--I imagine he'll keep my youthful impetuousness enough in check I'll survive as long as he did. [g r i n n i n g up Everettward, because if he flips right to humor he doesn't have to think about the stupid, violent things he wants to do to redress himself against Dorchacht's Coven.
Almost, he wants to volunteer to go through that door again--but checks hard against the thought, the fur on the back of his neck bristling. ...No, he'll have to do his part in this another way.] Well--once Archer can get word to him, you know where to find me. If they're working this hard to hide whatever they've got back there-- The sooner we know what it is, the better.
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Don't know how much more resting I can do, [though he clearly needs it, he's disturbed enough now by the attention called to the hole in his memory he's going to be worrying at it like a missing tooth.] But--ah, [he takes the bag of herbs,] I'll give it a try. I'm sure the old man here isn't going to let me out of his sight until I'm all better.
[It's very fondly said, and Everett's direction gets another of those melting-sweet smiles.] --I can tell you now I do want to know, though. So the sooner we can go meet your diviner... [The better.
He needs to know what happened in there.]
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Wherever Myr goes, I wish to accompany him. I'm likewise curious about this diviner. [and a pointed look to Caster]
And whatever plans you're surely hatching, Caster, to get through that door and investigate. I will involve myself however is best.
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I don't know the diviner's real name, but he goes by Raccoon. The guy is really talented I have to tell you that. Traded some quick lessons with him— I don't know where to find him either— [ A crooked smile. ] But Archer does.
[ Then he comments in a very conversational tone ]
Looks like we are both limited by our old men, eh Myr?
[ Never gonna live that down ]
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He takes his tea gratefully, and equally gratefully leans into Everett's touch. Not an ounce of shame in him when he's feeling as unsettled as he is.]
Oh, I don't mind it so much. He's made it this far--I imagine he'll keep my youthful impetuousness enough in check I'll survive as long as he did. [g r i n n i n g up Everettward, because if he flips right to humor he doesn't have to think about the stupid, violent things he wants to do to redress himself against Dorchacht's Coven.
Almost, he wants to volunteer to go through that door again--but checks hard against the thought, the fur on the back of his neck bristling. ...No, he'll have to do his part in this another way.] Well--once Archer can get word to him, you know where to find me. If they're working this hard to hide whatever they've got back there-- The sooner we know what it is, the better.