waking the dead 2.0 | 3rd of samhain, de sathairn (saturday)

[clayce]

WHO: Aidan and whoever wants to drop in.
WHAT: Courtyard shenanigans
WHERE: The Main Square of Northern Gardens, Imperial Palace, Lightless Lands
WHEN: 3rd of Samhain, De Sathairn (November, 3, Saturday) - Between 3 PM and 7 PM
SAFE FOR WORK? Yep.
OTHER NOTES: '^'


[ This one ambled downstairs, shifted out and simply sprawled over the Main Square, prompting many curious - and awed - looks. It wasn't too long before curious fae were coming around to admire him, to have a quick word, or leave an offering. He is, after all, a functional god, especially in a place like Arcadia.

He'll be here, moon-bathing until dinner time. The lanterns in the area have all been lit, and anyone else in the gardens is giving Aidan his space. ]

Comments

[clayce]

He is quite well, last I checked. Getting acquainted with the movements of your sister's blade.

[ All warmth and fondness. ]

It is... nice, for the lack of a better word, to see Rethe on the field again, and with people other than the Kings.

[larue]

[ He's having a momentary flashback to a conversation he had with Rethe in what seems like ages and ages ago. It's been a pretty busy year. ]

I told Rethe um, before we ended up participating in Brother Death's Hour, that I'd never seen him fight on the field. [ There's a fond smile as he tells you that. ] He told me that maybe we'd get a chance to accompany him one time.

[ His sister gets to do that now, which is great. He'll probably grill Cindy about sometime. ]

I'm looking forward to that.

[ He has no idea how this year in Arcadia will go. But he plans to make it out in one piece. And to make sure that everyone else does too. ]

[clayce]

I don't doubt that the feeling must be mutual. He really likes you.

[ And you've been very good to him. Better, in some ways, than he has.

...Yeah, let's not think about that too hard, and focus on the present. ]

[larue]

He was one of my first friends. [ Saying that softly, fondly.

Looking up back at you now, Father. ]

He really loves you. [ Worrying a little on his bottom lip at that. ] It was one of the first things he ever shared with me. Even if he didn't say it. It just showed.

[clayce]

[ Ah. ]

He does. [ Then, a little softer: ] I am not always deserving of such devotion, but I suppose the same could be said for anyone who is loved by another.