Greetings… fellow monsters, wandering humans… and any quiet thing listening from the dark.
I am Echryn Vale—though most simply call me Batsby.
A traveling doctor by trade… and a collector of knowledge by nature. I move where the night permits me—through villages heavy with fever, ruins thick with rot, shadowed roads and forgotten alleys alike. I listen to what others overlook. I study what others fear. The lungs whisper. The blood trembles. The body always tells its truth… if one is patient enough to hear it.
Should you be ill… curious… or burdened by questions no one else will answer—do not hesitate to approach. I have no quarrel with the living.
And none with the dying, either.
I do not bite…
…unless necessity insists.
“Hello, my dears. I’m Sylvara. I was once Echryn’s mate, though now I exist in the afterlife, watching over him and our family as an unseen protector.
Please, don’t be shy with me. If you are kind to them, then you will always find kindness from me as well.” 🌸
🕯️ About
A long-lived Bataven family born from a bloodline once forbidden to exist. Led by Echryn "Batsby" Vale, they survived the ancient Blood Accord, a law that outlawed mixed-species unions and hunted the children born from them. Despite centuries of loss and isolation, their family remains bound together by unwavering love and devotion.
🦇 Echryn "Batsby" Vale
Basics
Species: Bataven (fruit bat/Raven Hybrid)
Birth Year: 1348
Height: 8'11"
Mate: Sylvara Thalune
Children: Larkspur • Briar • Thistle
Appearance
A towering Bataven with long black hair, heavy wings, taloned hands, and milky-white blind eyes. He dresses in dark green robes, his wings often folded around himself like a cloak.
Personality
Gentle
Patient
Protective
Soft-spoken
Fatherly
Loyal
Slow to trust
History
Born during the plague era from a forbidden union, Batsby spent his childhood isolated under the Blood Accord. After losing Sylvara during a raid, he devoted his life entirely to raising their chicks.
Abilities
Echolocation-like navigation
Enhanced hearing & scent
Talon combat
Powerful wing shielding
Regenerative physiology
Exceptional climbing
Trivia
Blind, recognizes loved ones by sound and touch.
Loves carrying his chicks beneath his wings.
Rarely raises his voice unless his family is threatened.
Mistaken for a monster far more often than he deserves.
🌸 Sylvara Thalune
Basics
Species: Gray Bat
Birth Year: 1356
Height: 6'9"
Status: Spirit
Mate: Batsby
Appearance
A graceful gray bat with pale hair, golden eyes, broad wings, and flowing blossom-colored robes. Her presence is often accompanied by drifting pink flowers.
Personality
Warm
Gentle
Maternal
Patient
Affectionate
Fiercely protective
Spirit Lore
Sylvara remained by choice after death. Her spirit is sustained through the memories of those she loves, especially Batsby. As those memories fade, so too does her ability to manifest.
Trivia
Constantly watches over her family.
Thistle appears most sensitive to her presence.
Becomes frighteningly protective when her loved ones are threatened.
with their father now staying with a friend of his, the 3 bataven siblings wanted to go and show off their new forms to some performers
and the first one they chose was the newest one, Pique
Larkspur walks up to him first, his chest puffing up like a proud older brother, both of his hands being held by the other two. Brair is hiding behind his back, peaking with shy curiosity, and Thistle is just casually sucking her thumb.
hi Mister Pique! Look at us! We look just like Father now!
He gave a proud little spin, his black hair swaying behind him as his feathered bat wings spread just enough to show them off.
see? i'm even taller too!
When he first heard the voices, Pique was confused, not recognising them at first, but they clearly knew him. So he decided to crouch to their level. Once his eyes cast down to the wings, his whole face lit up.
A single finger carefully reached out to gently tap the children gently on the top of their heads as he spoke softly to them.
"Larkspur... Briar... and little Thistle, yes?"
He starts to clap as Larkspur spins and shows off his wings.
"If you keep growing taller like this... Next time I see you three, you'll be taller than the tents! What are you three doing all the way out here?"
He looked around for signs of the trio's father, deciding to keep an eye on them for him for now.
hehe, no we wont. if we were as big as the tents, then we would be waaaay too big! how would Father carry us then?
Larkspur says as he raises his arms high in a fit of giggles. while Brair quietly spoke up about where their father was, fidgeting with the sleeve of his shirt
father is hurt... h-he's staying with a friend till he gets better...the friend is helping him rest
Thistle nodded, already leaving her older brother's side, and with a delighted squeak, she wrapped both arms around Pique's leg in a tight hug, her little bat wings fluttering so quickly they buzzed behind her.
Pique chuckled at Larkspur’s energy, He turned his attention to Brair as the middle child spoke up. That certainly explained with he wasn’t with them. One arm reaching out to pat the the little one’s shoulder
“He is not too badly hurt I hope… and that you three are unharmed too.”
The performer was already checking them over even though he was certain that if they were even scratched, Batsby wouldn’t let them stray so far from him.
He carefully placed a hand on Thistle’s head, smiling away.
“I miss him too, and I am glad you came all this way to see me… hmm…. Your father said he makes you little figures… now I don’t have acorns but I know where to find buttons and fabrics and threads… gifts of the circus… if you three would like, we could go hunting and make Mr Batsby some Circus Figures to keep him company as he recovers?”
father was hurt pretty bad..but hes okay. Larkspur only had a broken wing, the rest of us are fine
Briar answered quietly, his small hands folding together as his ears lowered. As he gestured to where there were faint signs of healing on Larkpur's left wing
when Pique mentioned making figures for their father, she gave a little jump in excitement, pulling on the performer's clothes as her purple eyes sparkled up at him
ohh caaan we? i really want to make Papa smile again! he likes it when we make things for him!
Pique looked at the wing, angry that someone or something would harm Larkspur in such a way, but he quickly pushes that down. Not wanting to scare or worry the young in front of him.
"If that is something you three would like to do... However I don't know how to make things so you'll have to teach me."
Pique stands, already planning a route for them to take, the best out of sight paths, the paths people seemed to like dropping items, scrap material storage and the like.
"I know... I am not your father but if you preferred being carried... one can go one shoulders and I can hold the other two in my hands?"
hehe, we love teaching people! father taught us lots and lots about making things!
Larkspur says excitedly, beaming a wide smile as he claps his hands.
he says making things takes patience... and love! if you rush, it won't come out right!
Beside him, Briar smiled shyly and gave a small nod.
mhm... father's really good at it...
When Pique asked if they wanted to be carried, Thistle's eyes immediately lit up. She eagerly threw her hand into the air before either of her brothers could answer.
hehe yes we wanna be carried! but i wanna ride on your shoulders though!
"It sounds like we need to find the best of materials...If your father is really good at it and he taught you three, then you must also be really really good right?"
As he spoke, Pique carefully picked Thistle up and placed her on his shoulders, not letting go until he was certain she was balanced.
"Hold on, but be careful of my hat... It's against the rules for me to take it off."
The performer then looked to Briar and Larkspur. Holding out his arms, if they wanted to be carried they could easily sit on the outstretched limbs, but if they wanted to walk they could simply take his hands.
all three of them nodded, as the brothers climbed onto Pique's arms and held on as tightly as they could
yeah! we're good at it, we promise!
Larkspur declared proudly, puffing out his chest.
Meanwhile, Thistle busied herself with the dangling ends of Pique's hat, giggling quietly as she absentmindedly twirled the fabric between her little fingers. She was curious, but unlike her usual self, she resisted the urge to tug it off.
Once he had a good grip on the children Pique slowly stood up and started his wandering, actively avoiding areas where they might bump into people.
"Oh you don't need to promise... Hmm I'm thinking Buttons, Fabric, thread, sticks hmmmm oh beads get dropped a lot too... We don't have things like acorns sadly"
He wiggled his head slightly as he walked, not enough for it to be super noticeable, but more than enough for the bells to flick and jingle for Thistle.
"I like it too, It was going to match my gloves... but I think this colour looks better."
“I don’t know about pretty but I have a pair yes… if you gently poke the left cone or the right cone you might be able to feel them.. I truck my hair into the middle cone.”
His voice was quiet enough so only the trio could hear, he still wasn’t fully sure on the rules of the circus so he wasn’t sure if he could talk about them.
Whenever Larkspur or Briar points out some treasures, pique would kneel down to let them hop off to collect them.
“You two are very perceptive to find so many from so high up! I think they look perfect and Mr Batsby will think they look very nice.”
Thistle's eyes lit up the moment she felt the horns beneath Pique's hat. A delighted giggle escaped her as she carefully rubbed them with her little hands, treating them as though she had discovered something amazing.
hehe they feel nice and i really do think they're pretty... they suit you!
Meanwhile, Larkspur and Briar proudly held up their finds, their little wings twitching with excitement.
Yeah father will like it! we always been able to do look for things high up cause we get carried by him to
with their father now staying with a friend of his, the 3 bataven siblings wanted to go and show off their new forms to some performers
and the first one they chose was the newest one, Pique
Larkspur walks up to him first, his chest puffing up like a proud older brother, both of his hands being held by the other two. Brair is hiding behind his back, peaking with shy curiosity, and Thistle is just casually sucking her thumb.
hi Mister Pique! Look at us! We look just like Father now!
He gave a proud little spin, his black hair swaying behind him as his feathered bat wings spread just enough to show them off.
see? i'm even taller too!
When he first heard the voices, Pique was confused, not recognising them at first, but they clearly knew him. So he decided to crouch to their level. Once his eyes cast down to the wings, his whole face lit up.
A single finger carefully reached out to gently tap the children gently on the top of their heads as he spoke softly to them.
"Larkspur... Briar... and little Thistle, yes?"
He starts to clap as Larkspur spins and shows off his wings.
"If you keep growing taller like this... Next time I see you three, you'll be taller than the tents! What are you three doing all the way out here?"
He looked around for signs of the trio's father, deciding to keep an eye on them for him for now.
hehe, no we wont. if we were as big as the tents, then we would be waaaay too big! how would Father carry us then?
Larkspur says as he raises his arms high in a fit of giggles. while Brair quietly spoke up about where their father was, fidgeting with the sleeve of his shirt
father is hurt... h-he's staying with a friend till he gets better...the friend is helping him rest
Thistle nodded, already leaving her older brother's side, and with a delighted squeak, she wrapped both arms around Pique's leg in a tight hug, her little bat wings fluttering so quickly they buzzed behind her.
Pique chuckled at Larkspur’s energy, He turned his attention to Brair as the middle child spoke up. That certainly explained with he wasn’t with them. One arm reaching out to pat the the little one’s shoulder
“He is not too badly hurt I hope… and that you three are unharmed too.”
The performer was already checking them over even though he was certain that if they were even scratched, Batsby wouldn’t let them stray so far from him.
He carefully placed a hand on Thistle’s head, smiling away.
“I miss him too, and I am glad you came all this way to see me… hmm…. Your father said he makes you little figures… now I don’t have acorns but I know where to find buttons and fabrics and threads… gifts of the circus… if you three would like, we could go hunting and make Mr Batsby some Circus Figures to keep him company as he recovers?”
father was hurt pretty bad..but hes okay. Larkspur only had a broken wing, the rest of us are fine
Briar answered quietly, his small hands folding together as his ears lowered. As he gestured to where there were faint signs of healing on Larkpur's left wing
when Pique mentioned making figures for their father, she gave a little jump in excitement, pulling on the performer's clothes as her purple eyes sparkled up at him
ohh caaan we? i really want to make Papa smile again! he likes it when we make things for him!
Pique looked at the wing, angry that someone or something would harm Larkspur in such a way, but he quickly pushes that down. Not wanting to scare or worry the young in front of him.
"If that is something you three would like to do... However I don't know how to make things so you'll have to teach me."
Pique stands, already planning a route for them to take, the best out of sight paths, the paths people seemed to like dropping items, scrap material storage and the like.
"I know... I am not your father but if you preferred being carried... one can go one shoulders and I can hold the other two in my hands?"
hehe, we love teaching people! father taught us lots and lots about making things!
Larkspur says excitedly, beaming a wide smile as he claps his hands.
he says making things takes patience... and love! if you rush, it won't come out right!
Beside him, Briar smiled shyly and gave a small nod.
mhm... father's really good at it...
When Pique asked if they wanted to be carried, Thistle's eyes immediately lit up. She eagerly threw her hand into the air before either of her brothers could answer.
hehe yes we wanna be carried! but i wanna ride on your shoulders though!
"It sounds like we need to find the best of materials...If your father is really good at it and he taught you three, then you must also be really really good right?"
As he spoke, Pique carefully picked Thistle up and placed her on his shoulders, not letting go until he was certain she was balanced.
"Hold on, but be careful of my hat... It's against the rules for me to take it off."
The performer then looked to Briar and Larkspur. Holding out his arms, if they wanted to be carried they could easily sit on the outstretched limbs, but if they wanted to walk they could simply take his hands.
all three of them nodded, as the brothers climbed onto Pique's arms and held on as tightly as they could
yeah! we're good at it, we promise!
Larkspur declared proudly, puffing out his chest.
Meanwhile, Thistle busied herself with the dangling ends of Pique's hat, giggling quietly as she absentmindedly twirled the fabric between her little fingers. She was curious, but unlike her usual self, she resisted the urge to tug it off.
Once he had a good grip on the children Pique slowly stood up and started his wandering, actively avoiding areas where they might bump into people.
"Oh you don't need to promise... Hmm I'm thinking Buttons, Fabric, thread, sticks hmmmm oh beads get dropped a lot too... We don't have things like acorns sadly"
He wiggled his head slightly as he walked, not enough for it to be super noticeable, but more than enough for the bells to flick and jingle for Thistle.
"I like it too, It was going to match my gloves... but I think this colour looks better."
with their father now staying with a friend of his, the 3 bataven siblings wanted to go and show off their new forms to some performers
and the first one they chose was the newest one, Pique
Larkspur walks up to him first, his chest puffing up like a proud older brother, both of his hands being held by the other two. Brair is hiding behind his back, peaking with shy curiosity, and Thistle is just casually sucking her thumb.
hi Mister Pique! Look at us! We look just like Father now!
He gave a proud little spin, his black hair swaying behind him as his feathered bat wings spread just enough to show them off.
see? i'm even taller too!
When he first heard the voices, Pique was confused, not recognising them at first, but they clearly knew him. So he decided to crouch to their level. Once his eyes cast down to the wings, his whole face lit up.
A single finger carefully reached out to gently tap the children gently on the top of their heads as he spoke softly to them.
"Larkspur... Briar... and little Thistle, yes?"
He starts to clap as Larkspur spins and shows off his wings.
"If you keep growing taller like this... Next time I see you three, you'll be taller than the tents! What are you three doing all the way out here?"
He looked around for signs of the trio's father, deciding to keep an eye on them for him for now.
hehe, no we wont. if we were as big as the tents, then we would be waaaay too big! how would Father carry us then?
Larkspur says as he raises his arms high in a fit of giggles. while Brair quietly spoke up about where their father was, fidgeting with the sleeve of his shirt
father is hurt... h-he's staying with a friend till he gets better...the friend is helping him rest
Thistle nodded, already leaving her older brother's side, and with a delighted squeak, she wrapped both arms around Pique's leg in a tight hug, her little bat wings fluttering so quickly they buzzed behind her.
Pique chuckled at Larkspur’s energy, He turned his attention to Brair as the middle child spoke up. That certainly explained with he wasn’t with them. One arm reaching out to pat the the little one’s shoulder
“He is not too badly hurt I hope… and that you three are unharmed too.”
The performer was already checking them over even though he was certain that if they were even scratched, Batsby wouldn’t let them stray so far from him.
He carefully placed a hand on Thistle’s head, smiling away.
“I miss him too, and I am glad you came all this way to see me… hmm…. Your father said he makes you little figures… now I don’t have acorns but I know where to find buttons and fabrics and threads… gifts of the circus… if you three would like, we could go hunting and make Mr Batsby some Circus Figures to keep him company as he recovers?”
father was hurt pretty bad..but hes okay. Larkspur only had a broken wing, the rest of us are fine
Briar answered quietly, his small hands folding together as his ears lowered. As he gestured to where there were faint signs of healing on Larkpur's left wing
when Pique mentioned making figures for their father, she gave a little jump in excitement, pulling on the performer's clothes as her purple eyes sparkled up at him
ohh caaan we? i really want to make Papa smile again! he likes it when we make things for him!
Pique looked at the wing, angry that someone or something would harm Larkspur in such a way, but he quickly pushes that down. Not wanting to scare or worry the young in front of him.
"If that is something you three would like to do... However I don't know how to make things so you'll have to teach me."
Pique stands, already planning a route for them to take, the best out of sight paths, the paths people seemed to like dropping items, scrap material storage and the like.
"I know... I am not your father but if you preferred being carried... one can go one shoulders and I can hold the other two in my hands?"
hehe, we love teaching people! father taught us lots and lots about making things!
Larkspur says excitedly, beaming a wide smile as he claps his hands.
he says making things takes patience... and love! if you rush, it won't come out right!
Beside him, Briar smiled shyly and gave a small nod.
mhm... father's really good at it...
When Pique asked if they wanted to be carried, Thistle's eyes immediately lit up. She eagerly threw her hand into the air before either of her brothers could answer.
hehe yes we wanna be carried! but i wanna ride on your shoulders though!
"It sounds like we need to find the best of materials...If your father is really good at it and he taught you three, then you must also be really really good right?"
As he spoke, Pique carefully picked Thistle up and placed her on his shoulders, not letting go until he was certain she was balanced.
"Hold on, but be careful of my hat... It's against the rules for me to take it off."
The performer then looked to Briar and Larkspur. Holding out his arms, if they wanted to be carried they could easily sit on the outstretched limbs, but if they wanted to walk they could simply take his hands.
all three of them nodded, as the brothers climbed onto Pique's arms and held on as tightly as they could
yeah! we're good at it, we promise!
Larkspur declared proudly, puffing out his chest.
Meanwhile, Thistle busied herself with the dangling ends of Pique's hat, giggling quietly as she absentmindedly twirled the fabric between her little fingers. She was curious, but unlike her usual self, she resisted the urge to tug it off.
with their father now staying with a friend of his, the 3 bataven siblings wanted to go and show off their new forms to some performers
and the first one they chose was the newest one, Pique
Larkspur walks up to him first, his chest puffing up like a proud older brother, both of his hands being held by the other two. Brair is hiding behind his back, peaking with shy curiosity, and Thistle is just casually sucking her thumb.
hi Mister Pique! Look at us! We look just like Father now!
He gave a proud little spin, his black hair swaying behind him as his feathered bat wings spread just enough to show them off.
see? i'm even taller too!
When he first heard the voices, Pique was confused, not recognising them at first, but they clearly knew him. So he decided to crouch to their level. Once his eyes cast down to the wings, his whole face lit up.
A single finger carefully reached out to gently tap the children gently on the top of their heads as he spoke softly to them.
"Larkspur... Briar... and little Thistle, yes?"
He starts to clap as Larkspur spins and shows off his wings.
"If you keep growing taller like this... Next time I see you three, you'll be taller than the tents! What are you three doing all the way out here?"
He looked around for signs of the trio's father, deciding to keep an eye on them for him for now.
hehe, no we wont. if we were as big as the tents, then we would be waaaay too big! how would Father carry us then?
Larkspur says as he raises his arms high in a fit of giggles. while Brair quietly spoke up about where their father was, fidgeting with the sleeve of his shirt
father is hurt... h-he's staying with a friend till he gets better...the friend is helping him rest
Thistle nodded, already leaving her older brother's side, and with a delighted squeak, she wrapped both arms around Pique's leg in a tight hug, her little bat wings fluttering so quickly they buzzed behind her.
Pique chuckled at Larkspur’s energy, He turned his attention to Brair as the middle child spoke up. That certainly explained with he wasn’t with them. One arm reaching out to pat the the little one’s shoulder
“He is not too badly hurt I hope… and that you three are unharmed too.”
The performer was already checking them over even though he was certain that if they were even scratched, Batsby wouldn’t let them stray so far from him.
He carefully placed a hand on Thistle’s head, smiling away.
“I miss him too, and I am glad you came all this way to see me… hmm…. Your father said he makes you little figures… now I don’t have acorns but I know where to find buttons and fabrics and threads… gifts of the circus… if you three would like, we could go hunting and make Mr Batsby some Circus Figures to keep him company as he recovers?”
father was hurt pretty bad..but hes okay. Larkspur only had a broken wing, the rest of us are fine
Briar answered quietly, his small hands folding together as his ears lowered. As he gestured to where there were faint signs of healing on Larkpur's left wing
when Pique mentioned making figures for their father, she gave a little jump in excitement, pulling on the performer's clothes as her purple eyes sparkled up at him
ohh caaan we? i really want to make Papa smile again! he likes it when we make things for him!
Pique looked at the wing, angry that someone or something would harm Larkspur in such a way, but he quickly pushes that down. Not wanting to scare or worry the young in front of him.
"If that is something you three would like to do... However I don't know how to make things so you'll have to teach me."
Pique stands, already planning a route for them to take, the best out of sight paths, the paths people seemed to like dropping items, scrap material storage and the like.
"I know... I am not your father but if you preferred being carried... one can go one shoulders and I can hold the other two in my hands?"
hehe, we love teaching people! father taught us lots and lots about making things!
Larkspur says excitedly, beaming a wide smile as he claps his hands.
he says making things takes patience... and love! if you rush, it won't come out right!
Beside him, Briar smiled shyly and gave a small nod.
mhm... father's really good at it...
When Pique asked if they wanted to be carried, Thistle's eyes immediately lit up. She eagerly threw her hand into the air before either of her brothers could answer.
hehe yes we wanna be carried! but i wanna ride on your shoulders though!
*He did his best to be calm as he approaches Batsby.* Larkspur... I'll heal you too. Rest with your father and I'll get to work. *He takes out a vial from his pocket and sips it quickly before holding out his hands and beginning to heal the larger bataven* what.. On Earth happened... So many injuries..
the eldest chick nodded, waddling over to his siblings and gently preening their feathers to calm them
Batsby opened his eyes when he felt the sudden healing from Aster's ears twitching in faint surprise as he recognized the feeling almost instantly. and let out a small laugh. running a hand through his hair
heh i had a feeling i would be found soon, i do apologize for the state you had to see me in
My crows were patrolling... It's not an issue my friend. I'm more than happy to assist you. *He smiles a bit as he continues to heal Batsby.* But friend, what happened?
hm fair enough, but as for what happened, well its simply the sort of things that happen when living a life such as mine
he shrugged, placing a hand over the small wound his children had so carefully wrapped. thinking it over for a moment
His ears flicked once before he let his hand fall away.
just a few wild creatures, nothing you need to concern yourself over
wild creatures are concerning...I can have them dealt with. *He then holds one hand over to Larkspur to heal him as well. He had the look of determination but was releasing short puffs of air from his vents. Seems like he was panting.* But you.. You will be ok. I'll make sure of it.
hey, take it easy. i could heal the rest on my own
voice carried a gentle firmness as he slowly pushed himself upright, the movement noticeably slower than usual. His body protested the effort, but concern outweighed his own discomfort
i dont want you to overexert yourself, and besides, you dont need to go after those creatures either
His thumb gave a small, reassuring pat against Aster's arm.
heh you forgot what im Aster, even through its not in a magical healing way
he says in a chuckle, already beginning to patch and clean some of the other minor injuries on his body
but you have been helpful regardless, and i thank you for what you were able to do for my son and me
Larkspur chirps in agreement, his beak opening in a smile kind of way. already feeling better when Aster turned his attention to him
*seeing the little one smile made him smile as well. The mending and healing was a lot quicker due to the smaller size of Larkspur.* Ah right apologies. I didn't men to underestimate your abilities my friend. *He chuckles before kneeling besides them Batsby* if you would like refuge for the night, my tent is open for you. To help you and for family safe.
hey its fine, i dont often show my skills as a doctor, so i understand the forgetfulness
as he waved his hand in dismissal. assuring Aster it was alright. His smile was warm beneath the beaked mask, touched with the quiet patience of someone who understood being consumed by other responsibilities.
but yes, i would like to stay with you. it will help while i heal and not experience any interruptions. besides the little ones miss being with you
giving a fond smile as all three of the chicks went to huddle under Aster's robes. enjoying the warm space
*he lets out a faint surprised squawk from feeling the chicks underneath his robe but he welcomed them nonetheless.* I will give them some sweets for good behavior~ maybe one for you too my friend. If that is to your liking. If not I can get you some savory food. *He carefully grabs his hand to help him up.*
you deserve a little treat as well. *He smiles again before carefully leading Batsby to the cyan tent. He carefully held the chicks in his robe as he walked.*
💉: *he notices then approaching and is quick to gather a seat for Batsby to rest in.*
Thank you Syringe. My fool is so very helpful and loyal. *He helps Batsby into the chair before pulling back his hood and his coat* come on out little ones. It's safe I promise.
he smiled toward the fool, inclining his head in quiet thanks before carefully settling into the offered seat. The relief was subtle, but after everything his body had endured, it was welcome
thank you, mo chara
soon his little ones left from under Aster's robe and scattered about the tent in determined exploring
heh look at them go, already excited about being with you already
you three can play with Syringe! I assure you he's friendly~ *he laughs before grabbing some chocolate from his candy jar and giving one to Batsby.* German chocolate~
the chicks all went after Syringe once Aster allowed them. now following the young fool like a mama bird and wobbling around his feet
and when Aster gave him the candy, he accepted it with careful fingers before placing it into his mouth. Taking his time as the sweetness was definitely hitting him strong, but not that he minded it, his hand on his cheek as he smiled
mmm... it is quite good. i rather enjoy the surprise it brings whenever i taste something sweet
I don't eat sweets as often either so whenever I have a craving, I indulge. It's good to have a treat every now and then~ ah and Syringe will give the chicks theirs. *He pats Batsby on the shoulder affectionately*
*He did his best to be calm as he approaches Batsby.* Larkspur... I'll heal you too. Rest with your father and I'll get to work. *He takes out a vial from his pocket and sips it quickly before holding out his hands and beginning to heal the larger bataven* what.. On Earth happened... So many injuries..
the eldest chick nodded, waddling over to his siblings and gently preening their feathers to calm them
Batsby opened his eyes when he felt the sudden healing from Aster's ears twitching in faint surprise as he recognized the feeling almost instantly. and let out a small laugh. running a hand through his hair
heh i had a feeling i would be found soon, i do apologize for the state you had to see me in
My crows were patrolling... It's not an issue my friend. I'm more than happy to assist you. *He smiles a bit as he continues to heal Batsby.* But friend, what happened?
hm fair enough, but as for what happened, well its simply the sort of things that happen when living a life such as mine
he shrugged, placing a hand over the small wound his children had so carefully wrapped. thinking it over for a moment
His ears flicked once before he let his hand fall away.
just a few wild creatures, nothing you need to concern yourself over
wild creatures are concerning...I can have them dealt with. *He then holds one hand over to Larkspur to heal him as well. He had the look of determination but was releasing short puffs of air from his vents. Seems like he was panting.* But you.. You will be ok. I'll make sure of it.
hey, take it easy. i could heal the rest on my own
voice carried a gentle firmness as he slowly pushed himself upright, the movement noticeably slower than usual. His body protested the effort, but concern outweighed his own discomfort
i dont want you to overexert yourself, and besides, you dont need to go after those creatures either
His thumb gave a small, reassuring pat against Aster's arm.
heh you forgot what im Aster, even through its not in a magical healing way
he says in a chuckle, already beginning to patch and clean some of the other minor injuries on his body
but you have been helpful regardless, and i thank you for what you were able to do for my son and me
Larkspur chirps in agreement, his beak opening in a smile kind of way. already feeling better when Aster turned his attention to him
*seeing the little one smile made him smile as well. The mending and healing was a lot quicker due to the smaller size of Larkspur.* Ah right apologies. I didn't men to underestimate your abilities my friend. *He chuckles before kneeling besides them Batsby* if you would like refuge for the night, my tent is open for you. To help you and for family safe.
hey its fine, i dont often show my skills as a doctor, so i understand the forgetfulness
as he waved his hand in dismissal. assuring Aster it was alright. His smile was warm beneath the beaked mask, touched with the quiet patience of someone who understood being consumed by other responsibilities.
but yes, i would like to stay with you. it will help while i heal and not experience any interruptions. besides the little ones miss being with you
giving a fond smile as all three of the chicks went to huddle under Aster's robes. enjoying the warm space
*he lets out a faint surprised squawk from feeling the chicks underneath his robe but he welcomed them nonetheless.* I will give them some sweets for good behavior~ maybe one for you too my friend. If that is to your liking. If not I can get you some savory food. *He carefully grabs his hand to help him up.*
you deserve a little treat as well. *He smiles again before carefully leading Batsby to the cyan tent. He carefully held the chicks in his robe as he walked.*
💉: *he notices then approaching and is quick to gather a seat for Batsby to rest in.*
Thank you Syringe. My fool is so very helpful and loyal. *He helps Batsby into the chair before pulling back his hood and his coat* come on out little ones. It's safe I promise.
he smiled toward the fool, inclining his head in quiet thanks before carefully settling into the offered seat. The relief was subtle, but after everything his body had endured, it was welcome
thank you, mo chara
soon his little ones left from under Aster's robe and scattered about the tent in determined exploring
heh look at them go, already excited about being with you already
you three can play with Syringe! I assure you he's friendly~ *he laughs before grabbing some chocolate from his candy jar and giving one to Batsby.* German chocolate~
the chicks all went after Syringe once Aster allowed them. now following the young fool like a mama bird and wobbling around his feet
and when Aster gave him the candy, he accepted it with careful fingers before placing it into his mouth. Taking his time as the sweetness was definitely hitting him strong, but not that he minded it, his hand on his cheek as he smiled
mmm... it is quite good. i rather enjoy the surprise it brings whenever i taste something sweet
with their father now staying with a friend of his, the 3 bataven siblings wanted to go and show off their new forms to some performers
and the first one they chose was the newest one, Pique
Larkspur walks up to him first, his chest puffing up like a proud older brother, both of his hands being held by the other two. Brair is hiding behind his back, peaking with shy curiosity, and Thistle is just casually sucking her thumb.
hi Mister Pique! Look at us! We look just like Father now!
He gave a proud little spin, his black hair swaying behind him as his feathered bat wings spread just enough to show them off.
see? i'm even taller too!
When he first heard the voices, Pique was confused, not recognising them at first, but they clearly knew him. So he decided to crouch to their level. Once his eyes cast down to the wings, his whole face lit up.
A single finger carefully reached out to gently tap the children gently on the top of their heads as he spoke softly to them.
"Larkspur... Briar... and little Thistle, yes?"
He starts to clap as Larkspur spins and shows off his wings.
"If you keep growing taller like this... Next time I see you three, you'll be taller than the tents! What are you three doing all the way out here?"
He looked around for signs of the trio's father, deciding to keep an eye on them for him for now.
hehe, no we wont. if we were as big as the tents, then we would be waaaay too big! how would Father carry us then?
Larkspur says as he raises his arms high in a fit of giggles. while Brair quietly spoke up about where their father was, fidgeting with the sleeve of his shirt
father is hurt... h-he's staying with a friend till he gets better...the friend is helping him rest
Thistle nodded, already leaving her older brother's side, and with a delighted squeak, she wrapped both arms around Pique's leg in a tight hug, her little bat wings fluttering so quickly they buzzed behind her.
Pique chuckled at Larkspur’s energy, He turned his attention to Brair as the middle child spoke up. That certainly explained with he wasn’t with them. One arm reaching out to pat the the little one’s shoulder
“He is not too badly hurt I hope… and that you three are unharmed too.”
The performer was already checking them over even though he was certain that if they were even scratched, Batsby wouldn’t let them stray so far from him.
He carefully placed a hand on Thistle’s head, smiling away.
“I miss him too, and I am glad you came all this way to see me… hmm…. Your father said he makes you little figures… now I don’t have acorns but I know where to find buttons and fabrics and threads… gifts of the circus… if you three would like, we could go hunting and make Mr Batsby some Circus Figures to keep him company as he recovers?”
father was hurt pretty bad..but hes okay. Larkspur only had a broken wing, the rest of us are fine
Briar answered quietly, his small hands folding together as his ears lowered. As he gestured to where there were faint signs of healing on Larkpur's left wing
when Pique mentioned making figures for their father, she gave a little jump in excitement, pulling on the performer's clothes as her purple eyes sparkled up at him
ohh caaan we? i really want to make Papa smile again! he likes it when we make things for him!
with their father now staying with a friend of his, the 3 bataven siblings wanted to go and show off their new forms to some performers
and the first one they chose was the newest one, Pique
Larkspur walks up to him first, his chest puffing up like a proud older brother, both of his hands being held by the other two. Brair is hiding behind his back, peaking with shy curiosity, and Thistle is just casually sucking her thumb.
hi Mister Pique! Look at us! We look just like Father now!
He gave a proud little spin, his black hair swaying behind him as his feathered bat wings spread just enough to show them off.
see? i'm even taller too!
When he first heard the voices, Pique was confused, not recognising them at first, but they clearly knew him. So he decided to crouch to their level. Once his eyes cast down to the wings, his whole face lit up.
A single finger carefully reached out to gently tap the children gently on the top of their heads as he spoke softly to them.
"Larkspur... Briar... and little Thistle, yes?"
He starts to clap as Larkspur spins and shows off his wings.
"If you keep growing taller like this... Next time I see you three, you'll be taller than the tents! What are you three doing all the way out here?"
He looked around for signs of the trio's father, deciding to keep an eye on them for him for now.
hehe, no we wont. if we were as big as the tents, then we would be waaaay too big! how would Father carry us then?
Larkspur says as he raises his arms high in a fit of giggles. while Brair quietly spoke up about where their father was, fidgeting with the sleeve of his shirt
father is hurt... h-he's staying with a friend till he gets better...the friend is helping him rest
Thistle nodded, already leaving her older brother's side, and with a delighted squeak, she wrapped both arms around Pique's leg in a tight hug, her little bat wings fluttering so quickly they buzzed behind her.
*He did his best to be calm as he approaches Batsby.* Larkspur... I'll heal you too. Rest with your father and I'll get to work. *He takes out a vial from his pocket and sips it quickly before holding out his hands and beginning to heal the larger bataven* what.. On Earth happened... So many injuries..
the eldest chick nodded, waddling over to his siblings and gently preening their feathers to calm them
Batsby opened his eyes when he felt the sudden healing from Aster's ears twitching in faint surprise as he recognized the feeling almost instantly. and let out a small laugh. running a hand through his hair
heh i had a feeling i would be found soon, i do apologize for the state you had to see me in
My crows were patrolling... It's not an issue my friend. I'm more than happy to assist you. *He smiles a bit as he continues to heal Batsby.* But friend, what happened?
hm fair enough, but as for what happened, well its simply the sort of things that happen when living a life such as mine
he shrugged, placing a hand over the small wound his children had so carefully wrapped. thinking it over for a moment
His ears flicked once before he let his hand fall away.
just a few wild creatures, nothing you need to concern yourself over
wild creatures are concerning...I can have them dealt with. *He then holds one hand over to Larkspur to heal him as well. He had the look of determination but was releasing short puffs of air from his vents. Seems like he was panting.* But you.. You will be ok. I'll make sure of it.
hey, take it easy. i could heal the rest on my own
voice carried a gentle firmness as he slowly pushed himself upright, the movement noticeably slower than usual. His body protested the effort, but concern outweighed his own discomfort
i dont want you to overexert yourself, and besides, you dont need to go after those creatures either
His thumb gave a small, reassuring pat against Aster's arm.
heh you forgot what im Aster, even through its not in a magical healing way
he says in a chuckle, already beginning to patch and clean some of the other minor injuries on his body
but you have been helpful regardless, and i thank you for what you were able to do for my son and me
Larkspur chirps in agreement, his beak opening in a smile kind of way. already feeling better when Aster turned his attention to him
*seeing the little one smile made him smile as well. The mending and healing was a lot quicker due to the smaller size of Larkspur.* Ah right apologies. I didn't men to underestimate your abilities my friend. *He chuckles before kneeling besides them Batsby* if you would like refuge for the night, my tent is open for you. To help you and for family safe.
hey its fine, i dont often show my skills as a doctor, so i understand the forgetfulness
as he waved his hand in dismissal. assuring Aster it was alright. His smile was warm beneath the beaked mask, touched with the quiet patience of someone who understood being consumed by other responsibilities.
but yes, i would like to stay with you. it will help while i heal and not experience any interruptions. besides the little ones miss being with you
giving a fond smile as all three of the chicks went to huddle under Aster's robes. enjoying the warm space
*he lets out a faint surprised squawk from feeling the chicks underneath his robe but he welcomed them nonetheless.* I will give them some sweets for good behavior~ maybe one for you too my friend. If that is to your liking. If not I can get you some savory food. *He carefully grabs his hand to help him up.*
you deserve a little treat as well. *He smiles again before carefully leading Batsby to the cyan tent. He carefully held the chicks in his robe as he walked.*
💉: *he notices then approaching and is quick to gather a seat for Batsby to rest in.*
Thank you Syringe. My fool is so very helpful and loyal. *He helps Batsby into the chair before pulling back his hood and his coat* come on out little ones. It's safe I promise.
he smiled toward the fool, inclining his head in quiet thanks before carefully settling into the offered seat. The relief was subtle, but after everything his body had endured, it was welcome
thank you, mo chara
soon his little ones left from under Aster's robe and scattered about the tent in determined exploring
heh look at them go, already excited about being with you already
*He did his best to be calm as he approaches Batsby.* Larkspur... I'll heal you too. Rest with your father and I'll get to work. *He takes out a vial from his pocket and sips it quickly before holding out his hands and beginning to heal the larger bataven* what.. On Earth happened... So many injuries..
the eldest chick nodded, waddling over to his siblings and gently preening their feathers to calm them
Batsby opened his eyes when he felt the sudden healing from Aster's ears twitching in faint surprise as he recognized the feeling almost instantly. and let out a small laugh. running a hand through his hair
heh i had a feeling i would be found soon, i do apologize for the state you had to see me in
My crows were patrolling... It's not an issue my friend. I'm more than happy to assist you. *He smiles a bit as he continues to heal Batsby.* But friend, what happened?
hm fair enough, but as for what happened, well its simply the sort of things that happen when living a life such as mine
he shrugged, placing a hand over the small wound his children had so carefully wrapped. thinking it over for a moment
His ears flicked once before he let his hand fall away.
just a few wild creatures, nothing you need to concern yourself over
wild creatures are concerning...I can have them dealt with. *He then holds one hand over to Larkspur to heal him as well. He had the look of determination but was releasing short puffs of air from his vents. Seems like he was panting.* But you.. You will be ok. I'll make sure of it.
hey, take it easy. i could heal the rest on my own
voice carried a gentle firmness as he slowly pushed himself upright, the movement noticeably slower than usual. His body protested the effort, but concern outweighed his own discomfort
i dont want you to overexert yourself, and besides, you dont need to go after those creatures either
His thumb gave a small, reassuring pat against Aster's arm.
heh you forgot what im Aster, even through its not in a magical healing way
he says in a chuckle, already beginning to patch and clean some of the other minor injuries on his body
but you have been helpful regardless, and i thank you for what you were able to do for my son and me
Larkspur chirps in agreement, his beak opening in a smile kind of way. already feeling better when Aster turned his attention to him
*seeing the little one smile made him smile as well. The mending and healing was a lot quicker due to the smaller size of Larkspur.* Ah right apologies. I didn't men to underestimate your abilities my friend. *He chuckles before kneeling besides them Batsby* if you would like refuge for the night, my tent is open for you. To help you and for family safe.
hey its fine, i dont often show my skills as a doctor, so i understand the forgetfulness
as he waved his hand in dismissal. assuring Aster it was alright. His smile was warm beneath the beaked mask, touched with the quiet patience of someone who understood being consumed by other responsibilities.
but yes, i would like to stay with you. it will help while i heal and not experience any interruptions. besides the little ones miss being with you
giving a fond smile as all three of the chicks went to huddle under Aster's robes. enjoying the warm space
*he lets out a faint surprised squawk from feeling the chicks underneath his robe but he welcomed them nonetheless.* I will give them some sweets for good behavior~ maybe one for you too my friend. If that is to your liking. If not I can get you some savory food. *He carefully grabs his hand to help him up.*
*He did his best to be calm as he approaches Batsby.* Larkspur... I'll heal you too. Rest with your father and I'll get to work. *He takes out a vial from his pocket and sips it quickly before holding out his hands and beginning to heal the larger bataven* what.. On Earth happened... So many injuries..
the eldest chick nodded, waddling over to his siblings and gently preening their feathers to calm them
Batsby opened his eyes when he felt the sudden healing from Aster's ears twitching in faint surprise as he recognized the feeling almost instantly. and let out a small laugh. running a hand through his hair
heh i had a feeling i would be found soon, i do apologize for the state you had to see me in
My crows were patrolling... It's not an issue my friend. I'm more than happy to assist you. *He smiles a bit as he continues to heal Batsby.* But friend, what happened?
hm fair enough, but as for what happened, well its simply the sort of things that happen when living a life such as mine
he shrugged, placing a hand over the small wound his children had so carefully wrapped. thinking it over for a moment
His ears flicked once before he let his hand fall away.
just a few wild creatures, nothing you need to concern yourself over
wild creatures are concerning...I can have them dealt with. *He then holds one hand over to Larkspur to heal him as well. He had the look of determination but was releasing short puffs of air from his vents. Seems like he was panting.* But you.. You will be ok. I'll make sure of it.
hey, take it easy. i could heal the rest on my own
voice carried a gentle firmness as he slowly pushed himself upright, the movement noticeably slower than usual. His body protested the effort, but concern outweighed his own discomfort
i dont want you to overexert yourself, and besides, you dont need to go after those creatures either
His thumb gave a small, reassuring pat against Aster's arm.
heh you forgot what im Aster, even through its not in a magical healing way
he says in a chuckle, already beginning to patch and clean some of the other minor injuries on his body
but you have been helpful regardless, and i thank you for what you were able to do for my son and me
Larkspur chirps in agreement, his beak opening in a smile kind of way. already feeling better when Aster turned his attention to him
*seeing the little one smile made him smile as well. The mending and healing was a lot quicker due to the smaller size of Larkspur.* Ah right apologies. I didn't men to underestimate your abilities my friend. *He chuckles before kneeling besides them Batsby* if you would like refuge for the night, my tent is open for you. To help you and for family safe.
hey its fine, i dont often show my skills as a doctor, so i understand the forgetfulness
as he waved his hand in dismissal. assuring Aster it was alright. His smile was warm beneath the beaked mask, touched with the quiet patience of someone who understood being consumed by other responsibilities.
but yes, i would like to stay with you. it will help while i heal and not experience any interruptions. besides the little ones miss being with you
giving a fond smile as all three of the chicks went to huddle under Aster's robes. enjoying the warm space
*He did his best to be calm as he approaches Batsby.* Larkspur... I'll heal you too. Rest with your father and I'll get to work. *He takes out a vial from his pocket and sips it quickly before holding out his hands and beginning to heal the larger bataven* what.. On Earth happened... So many injuries..
the eldest chick nodded, waddling over to his siblings and gently preening their feathers to calm them
Batsby opened his eyes when he felt the sudden healing from Aster's ears twitching in faint surprise as he recognized the feeling almost instantly. and let out a small laugh. running a hand through his hair
heh i had a feeling i would be found soon, i do apologize for the state you had to see me in
My crows were patrolling... It's not an issue my friend. I'm more than happy to assist you. *He smiles a bit as he continues to heal Batsby.* But friend, what happened?
hm fair enough, but as for what happened, well its simply the sort of things that happen when living a life such as mine
he shrugged, placing a hand over the small wound his children had so carefully wrapped. thinking it over for a moment
His ears flicked once before he let his hand fall away.
just a few wild creatures, nothing you need to concern yourself over
wild creatures are concerning...I can have them dealt with. *He then holds one hand over to Larkspur to heal him as well. He had the look of determination but was releasing short puffs of air from his vents. Seems like he was panting.* But you.. You will be ok. I'll make sure of it.
hey, take it easy. i could heal the rest on my own
voice carried a gentle firmness as he slowly pushed himself upright, the movement noticeably slower than usual. His body protested the effort, but concern outweighed his own discomfort
i dont want you to overexert yourself, and besides, you dont need to go after those creatures either
His thumb gave a small, reassuring pat against Aster's arm.
heh you forgot what im Aster, even through its not in a magical healing way
he says in a chuckle, already beginning to patch and clean some of the other minor injuries on his body
but you have been helpful regardless, and i thank you for what you were able to do for my son and me
Larkspur chirps in agreement, his beak opening in a smile kind of way. already feeling better when Aster turned his attention to him
*He did his best to be calm as he approaches Batsby.* Larkspur... I'll heal you too. Rest with your father and I'll get to work. *He takes out a vial from his pocket and sips it quickly before holding out his hands and beginning to heal the larger bataven* what.. On Earth happened... So many injuries..
the eldest chick nodded, waddling over to his siblings and gently preening their feathers to calm them
Batsby opened his eyes when he felt the sudden healing from Aster's ears twitching in faint surprise as he recognized the feeling almost instantly. and let out a small laugh. running a hand through his hair
heh i had a feeling i would be found soon, i do apologize for the state you had to see me in
My crows were patrolling... It's not an issue my friend. I'm more than happy to assist you. *He smiles a bit as he continues to heal Batsby.* But friend, what happened?
hm fair enough, but as for what happened, well its simply the sort of things that happen when living a life such as mine
he shrugged, placing a hand over the small wound his children had so carefully wrapped. thinking it over for a moment
His ears flicked once before he let his hand fall away.
just a few wild creatures, nothing you need to concern yourself over
wild creatures are concerning...I can have them dealt with. *He then holds one hand over to Larkspur to heal him as well. He had the look of determination but was releasing short puffs of air from his vents. Seems like he was panting.* But you.. You will be ok. I'll make sure of it.
hey, take it easy. i could heal the rest on my own
voice carried a gentle firmness as he slowly pushed himself upright, the movement noticeably slower than usual. His body protested the effort, but concern outweighed his own discomfort
i dont want you to overexert yourself, and besides, you dont need to go after those creatures either
His thumb gave a small, reassuring pat against Aster's arm.
*He did his best to be calm as he approaches Batsby.* Larkspur... I'll heal you too. Rest with your father and I'll get to work. *He takes out a vial from his pocket and sips it quickly before holding out his hands and beginning to heal the larger bataven* what.. On Earth happened... So many injuries..
the eldest chick nodded, waddling over to his siblings and gently preening their feathers to calm them
Batsby opened his eyes when he felt the sudden healing from Aster's ears twitching in faint surprise as he recognized the feeling almost instantly. and let out a small laugh. running a hand through his hair
heh i had a feeling i would be found soon, i do apologize for the state you had to see me in
My crows were patrolling... It's not an issue my friend. I'm more than happy to assist you. *He smiles a bit as he continues to heal Batsby.* But friend, what happened?
hm fair enough, but as for what happened, well its simply the sort of things that happen when living a life such as mine
he shrugged, placing a hand over the small wound his children had so carefully wrapped. thinking it over for a moment
His ears flicked once before he let his hand fall away.
just a few wild creatures, nothing you need to concern yourself over
*He did his best to be calm as he approaches Batsby.* Larkspur... I'll heal you too. Rest with your father and I'll get to work. *He takes out a vial from his pocket and sips it quickly before holding out his hands and beginning to heal the larger bataven* what.. On Earth happened... So many injuries..
the eldest chick nodded, waddling over to his siblings and gently preening their feathers to calm them
Batsby opened his eyes when he felt the sudden healing from Aster's ears twitching in faint surprise as he recognized the feeling almost instantly. and let out a small laugh. running a hand through his hair
heh i had a feeling i would be found soon, i do apologize for the state you had to see me in
