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Later that morning ...
Nyx: Obviously not! Just tell me what you've done with him. You or the King or whoever! If he's not dead and he's not alive really either what is he doing?
Rain: He's healing.
Nyx: Where? Can I see him?
Rain: All you need to know is that he’s away from the King’s reach.
Rain had a feeling that if he told the other where to find his father that he wouldn’t stay safe for too much longer. The power to get revenge on his captors would be too strong.
Nyx went up the steps and knocked on the door to the wagon. Rain was just settling down to sleep when he heard the knock and frowned. Why did people choose the worst moments to seek him out? He sighed heavily and climbed out of bed to go and open the door up. Seeing Nyx standing there he was less than impressed. Rain: Oh, it's you. What are you doing here? Nyx: I needed a safe place to hide for the night and I have a few question I think you might be the person to ask. Rain: What makes you think this place is safe? Nyx: The fact that this place looks completely untouched by the chaos everywhere else. Rain: (Heavy sigh) i'll go make some tea then...
Nyx: So you won’t tell me where you’re hiding my father?
Rain: It would defeat the object of keeping him safe. You’re just going to kill him right? Take the power you feel you’re owed?
Nyx: What good is he to anyone right now?
Rain: Give it time.
Nyx: I don’t have time.
@punchthecarbonara asked:
(Rain)
Ooh hey! I wanted to pop the numbers 9, 16, 42, 45, 76, and 87.. Hope it’s not too much ..!
Thanks for asking!
9. Describe the way that they sleep. Rain sleeps in his caravan, surrounded by blankets and soft pillows. Generally he sleeps soundly but on sleepless nights he goes walking through the forests. When he was younger he used to sleep in the trees when he was restless, feeling comforted by them.
16. What are they like when they’ve gotten too little sleep? When Rain hasn't got enough sleep he can be quite short with people and more quick to irritation.
42. Do they have any bad habits? Sleeping too long and being messy when making potions and poltices. Making cryptic comments.
45. Do they believe in ghosts? Yes. Ghosts, spirits and manifestations are far from the strangest things he could encounter in place filled with fae.
76. Are they good at cooking? Rain can cook basic campfire type food and knows what kind of plants can be foraged and eaten. But he's no chef; it’s just subsistence cooking. The others at the camp usually prepare much more interesting meals.
87. What is their age? Rain is 20 years old. He's been 20 for some time now though. ^.-
Angelo: Sorry. You look a lot like someone I know...
Rain: What are you doing here? You obviously don’t belong here so where did you come from?
Angelo: Moonlit Falls?
Rain: I don’t know it.But you’re another traveller?
Angelo: Another traveller?
Rain: Yes, strangely enough he thought I looked familiar too.
Angelo’s heart skipped a beat as he heard this. Could he have finally found his wayward lover?
Angelo: What does he look like?
Rain: Blonde, average height, usually covered in leaves or grass...
Angelo: Do you know where he is?
After a disorienting trip through that mirror he ended up landing in the middle of what seemed to be a dense forest. It was pitch black and hard to see more that a few inches in front of his face. He tried to fly up to get a better perspective but his wings ached from the landing. So he walked. He walked for hours in what felt like large circles before finally coming across a camp just as the sun was coming up. He wandered past the elaborate wooden caravans, wondering if he should knock on one of them to ask for directions or assistance. Just beside one of them he saw a strangely familiar figure.
Angelo: ...Rain? What are you doing here?
Rain stared at the stranger with curiosity and suspicion, getting up from the table.
Rain: How do you know my name? Who are you?
Two Weeks Ago
Rain: Should you be wandering around like this?
Augustine: I wasn’t wandering I was looking for you.
Rain: ‘Looking’ ?
Augustine: Searching. Whatever. I’ve found you now.
Rain: Yes, gathering plants. You’re lucky I said something then aren’t you? Could have let you walk straight past me.
Augustine: I need to ask you something, it’s kinda magic related so I thought you might be the best person to ask
Rain: Maybe, it depends. I would have thought any one of the fae you live with would be easier to talk to though. The one who follows you around?
Augustine: I don’t think he’d know. Every time I meditate out here in the woods or by the river it feels like i’m getting a boost?
Rain: Well I’m not surprised. After everything that’s happened these woods are practically steeped in magic.