It was in a big incident that happened a few years ago. [ ... ] My parents gave their life to help save a city, and I'm very proud of them.
[ It's still upsetting to him, to have lost them, and to be losing his sister the same way when he goes back—but there's fondness and warmth and distance, too. It's in the past and it's happened, and if he could turn it back and make sure they hadn't gone there in the first place, he might...
...but he can't, and he has to look ahead. (Easier said than done.) ]
[... Poor kid. Sigrun'll wave him closer and, if he follows her instruction, he's gonna get a nice one-armed hug. Otherwise she's fine just like this too.]
Sounds like you've got a real pair of them, mousy! It's no wonder you're just as thoughtful and brave, looking out for others the way you do, with parents like that. What were they like?
[ It's after a moment of hesitation, but yeah, he'll move closer, and—he's not sure why he's surprised at the hug, but he is.
And it takes him a second to realize her question, honestly. ]
...I wouldn't say I'm thoughtful or brave, [ just to start, okay, ] but, uh... They were wonderful. I'm sure a lot of people say that about their parents, but they really were. My mom was a lot like White—strong-willed, stubborn, pushy, but well-meaning.
[ Sigrun kind of reminds him of her—okay okay okay moving on from that UH. ]
My dad was... well, I don't want to say him and I were alike, because he was friendlier than I ever was. I don't think I ever met anyone who didn't like him... [ He was just that kind of guy? ] And both of them wanted my sister and I to do whatever made us happy, even if they were worried about us, too.
[ At least, they'd been worried about him, according to White—he... never thought to ask if that was the truth. Whoops. ]
There's a big memorial for all the Casters that gave their lives to help save the city, actually. I visit it a lot. [ Purple hyacinth, white heather, daisies—the bouquet he usually carries for them replaces the flowers Sigrun's already gotten from people. The ones in pots, at least, petals and leaves twisting into different shapes and colors. ] Or... visited, I guess, since I can't really do that here.
[... That's so neat, she likes watching the transformation. She absently rubs his shoulder a little, propping her chin on his head.]
Do you want to make something like that here?
[Just a little question, asked as absently as the comforting gesture.]
I mean, it wouldn't be the same, but I can carve something for you and your sister to put in your house or something to keep your parents close by. They sound like awesome parents, by the way! My own dad's just like me, friendly and great and the bestest at everything he does, and my mom's the calm one that keeps us from going too far.
[There's a gentle snowfall she's letting go at the mention of them, though it doesn't pile; when the flakes touch something they poof lightly into dust.]
[ Sort of sounds like they need her mom here. Black makes a noncommittal sound to her offer though, shaking his head after. ]
It really wouldn't be the same, and... it wouldn't have the same meaning. Besides, it's not like they're really gone, they're... [ ...it's a little cheesy, oh god. ] ...in our hearts. My sister's, and mine.
Thank you for the offer though. [ He means it!! Even if he's drawing away from her. ]
[He can draw away! After she gives him a final squeeze.]
That's right they are! And they're always watching over you, no matter where you are, promise. So make sure you don't do anything super embarrassing they can tease you about whenever you meet up with them again.
At least with my gods, who are the best and the most fairest, those who die that way go to Valhalla. As long as you end up the same way you'll definitely see them again! I mean, besides next month.
...So there's, uh, a barrier around Hellsalem's Lot City. A lot of Casters gave their lives to make that happen—that's why there's a memorial for them. My parents were part of that. [ ... ] So they're, er. In the barrier. The only time I'm with them is when I'm in that city.
If my gods are still with me here, and I have good knowledge that they are, then your parents are with you too. No matter how far away you are, no matter how many worlds apart you are, they're with you.
[Simple as that!]
When you die, though, get buried in the city! That'll keep you close! Barrier-smarrier, you know?
I'll... think about it. I guess. [ it's kinda awkward because the city is a hellhole but. the sentiment is nice. ] What makes you say that your gods are still with you here?
I asked my scout once! When he was still here back in the really hot months. He could still use his magic here, which means that our gods still watch over us here.
[... oh]
He was a Mage, and he can do magic by calling on the aid of his gods. His gods are not my gods, because he follows forest-gods, but they're still gods and that's all that matters. A lot of people don't commune with gods at all here to do magic, which is really weird and I don't know how I feel about it, but that's how we do it back home.
You should find it comforting anyway! The gods watch over everyone, whether you believe or not, or at least they give everyone a guardian to watch over them. They're pretty nice like that.
We call 'em fylgja. [listen to that. beautiful.] They're animals that keep an eye on you ever since you're born, and they're pretty much... your animal face?
[...]
They symbolize you? They're... How do I put it.
[Wow. This is tough. Um.]
They're you if you were an animal? They resemble you. Something like that. Only Mages can really see and have them aid them in magic though, otherwise they're pretty much responsible for your gut insticts and stuff like that! Making sure you don't get into trouble you can't get out of.
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[ It's still upsetting to him, to have lost them, and to be losing his sister the same way when he goes back—but there's fondness and warmth and distance, too. It's in the past and it's happened, and if he could turn it back and make sure they hadn't gone there in the first place, he might...
...but he can't, and he has to look ahead. (Easier said than done.) ]
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[... Poor kid. Sigrun'll wave him closer and, if he follows her instruction, he's gonna get a nice one-armed hug. Otherwise she's fine just like this too.]
Sounds like you've got a real pair of them, mousy! It's no wonder you're just as thoughtful and brave, looking out for others the way you do, with parents like that. What were they like?
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And it takes him a second to realize her question, honestly. ]
...I wouldn't say I'm thoughtful or brave, [ just to start, okay, ] but, uh... They were wonderful. I'm sure a lot of people say that about their parents, but they really were. My mom was a lot like White—strong-willed, stubborn, pushy, but well-meaning.
[ Sigrun kind of reminds him of her—okay okay okay moving on from that UH. ]
My dad was... well, I don't want to say him and I were alike, because he was friendlier than I ever was. I don't think I ever met anyone who didn't like him... [ He was just that kind of guy? ] And both of them wanted my sister and I to do whatever made us happy, even if they were worried about us, too.
[ At least, they'd been worried about him, according to White—he... never thought to ask if that was the truth. Whoops. ]
There's a big memorial for all the Casters that gave their lives to help save the city, actually. I visit it a lot. [ Purple hyacinth, white heather, daisies—the bouquet he usually carries for them replaces the flowers Sigrun's already gotten from people. The ones in pots, at least, petals and leaves twisting into different shapes and colors. ] Or... visited, I guess, since I can't really do that here.
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Do you want to make something like that here?
[Just a little question, asked as absently as the comforting gesture.]
I mean, it wouldn't be the same, but I can carve something for you and your sister to put in your house or something to keep your parents close by. They sound like awesome parents, by the way! My own dad's just like me, friendly and great and the bestest at everything he does, and my mom's the calm one that keeps us from going too far.
[There's a gentle snowfall she's letting go at the mention of them, though it doesn't pile; when the flakes touch something they poof lightly into dust.]
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It really wouldn't be the same, and... it wouldn't have the same meaning. Besides, it's not like they're really gone, they're... [ ...it's a little cheesy, oh god. ] ...in our hearts. My sister's, and mine.
Thank you for the offer though. [ He means it!! Even if he's drawing away from her. ]
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That's right they are! And they're always watching over you, no matter where you are, promise. So make sure you don't do anything super embarrassing they can tease you about whenever you meet up with them again.
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You mean in, like, er... the afterlife, or something like that?
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[wherever your SINGULAR GOD takes you]
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I... don't know?
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Alright, so, how'd your parents die? Protecting people? Something like that?
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[ ...GLAD WE GOT THAT TALKED ABOUT, BLACK. ]
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At least with my gods, who are the best and the most fairest, those who die that way go to Valhalla. As long as you end up the same way you'll definitely see them again! I mean, besides next month.
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...So there's, uh, a barrier around Hellsalem's Lot City. A lot of Casters gave their lives to make that happen—that's why there's a memorial for them. My parents were part of that. [ ... ] So they're, er. In the barrier. The only time I'm with them is when I'm in that city.
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If my gods are still with me here, and I have good knowledge that they are, then your parents are with you too. No matter how far away you are, no matter how many worlds apart you are, they're with you.
[Simple as that!]
When you die, though, get buried in the city! That'll keep you close! Barrier-smarrier, you know?
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I'll... think about it. I guess. [ it's kinda awkward because the city is a hellhole but. the sentiment is nice. ] What makes you say that your gods are still with you here?
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[... oh]
He was a Mage, and he can do magic by calling on the aid of his gods. His gods are not my gods, because he follows forest-gods, but they're still gods and that's all that matters. A lot of people don't commune with gods at all here to do magic, which is really weird and I don't know how I feel about it, but that's how we do it back home.
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Huh. [ ... ] That's nice. If I were a little more religious, I'd find it comforting, I guess.
[ ...a lot has made him a little less religious so maybe not but uh. sentiment, again. ]
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[Fylgja (and luonto) are awesome.]
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[ please don't tell him he has something else weird and spirit-like haunting him. ]
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[...]
They symbolize you? They're... How do I put it.
[Wow. This is tough. Um.]
They're you if you were an animal? They resemble you. Something like that. Only Mages can really see and have them aid them in magic though, otherwise they're pretty much responsible for your gut insticts and stuff like that! Making sure you don't get into trouble you can't get out of.
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Oh, so... [ hmm. ] Yours would be a wolf or... something, then? A social animal that wants to work with others for sure, at least.
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[... Probably! Also probably a wolf. Her spiritfriend may be an elk like Thorim for all she knows!
That aside, look at those stars! They're shooting stars. She's happy and excited, obviously.]
Like Fenrir! Except well-trained!
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...if he wishes on them, will those come true, or... no, that's just a childish whim, isn't it. ]
That'd suit you. [ Heh. ] Would a fierce and mighty wolf take on a giant elk, Miss Sigrun?
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[... She's calling him a little wolf.]
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I'm not... [ ......... ] Um... We didn't take him down, really.
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