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In the past, unknowable: a powerful longing; a pollen heart calling out; a soul travelling through branches and leaves.
In the past, hidden: she spread her seed, and so she created the vines and the stone and the bugs and her loyal guardian, her Seth.
In the past, obscured: a life with others; training with a pin and a shield, a once-in-a-lifetime talent; and stillâa feeling of otherness, like he came from a different land.
In the past, a moment lasting until the end of the earth: she caresses his head as he lays in her lap, voice soft, âAll lost come to me, eventuallyâmy branches and roots reach even the most distant lives⌠You, too, a shape of a life, now unlost with me. A protector for others, to help the world grow, to help more shapes find their place.â The exact words don't make sense, but the meaning seeps into his shell and his soul. He is to guard, to protect, to remember; forever, eternally.
In the present:
The scenery around the shrine has not changed in years, it feels like, even if Seth knows that the branches have only reached further and further throughout the long years near the lake, that the moss has been hiding the solid rock and roots have grown over bug-made structures.
But the world still feels still and silent, he himself a part of an unmoving landscape.
âSo what? You are to sit here all eternity?â Lace asks, legs crossed as she sits on the path in front of him. âDoes that fate not drive you mad?â
She seems genuinely confusedâmildly infuriated with his contentness, evenâbut he has nothing to say. He will do what he must, until he canât anymore.
In the past:
He wakes upâis bornâbeside a lake. Still water caresses his ankles as he rises to his feet and looks around. The gorgeous branches and vines run through the cave of his birthplace.
There are bodies here, but he doesnât know who they belong to, and he doesnât find himself unnerved by them. A pin lies next to him. The path ahead is dangerous, he quickly deduces from the quakes, so he takes it. It fits in his claw like it belongs there.
In the present:
Pharloom is being rebuilt. With the black threads and the quakes gone, the life returns to normal, and Seth is slowly learning what that is: waking up in the mornings, hunting and foraging, teaching little ones whatever he can however best he can, watching over the even littler ones, drinking brew with Grishkin and Varga, training with Vog. Days are filled with motion and new things and loveâand itâs strange, fleas were friendly and nice but they didnât like outsiders, even the kind ones like Hornet. What did they see in him?
Fleamaster Mooshka gifts him a cloak that resembles a fleaâs wings, and then it never leaves Sethâs shoulders. The weight on his back is both a sign of belonging and a strangely familiar comfort.Â
When Hornet sees him with the cloak on, she calls him âa proper fleaâ. The journey to Fleatopia is a dangerous one, even now, so Seth does not hold a grudge about her visiting so rarely. When she does, itâs an eventâsheâs swarmed by the littles, showered with questions and praises by adults, given little trinkets and gifts. Seth does not have to give much of his own, but Hornet does not mind it, instead asking him to duel her.
Itâs strange. He doesnât like fighting, he doesnât think, but he always obliges her, and she always bests himâuntil, one day, he refuses the request. To his surprise, she only tilts her head a little: âWhy?â
âI would like to only raise my pin when there is a good reason to,â says Seth. The unspoken is: wielding his weapon makes him a little bit sick, the same way seeing one of the little ones hurt makes him sick. But the words wonât come out, the same way the memories of his learnings wonât come out.
Hornet doesnât mind his refusal. Itâs strange how kind she is to him.
âIn this way, youâre much like a little one yourself, Seth,â Grishkin tells him once, âTo find so many things strangeâthatâs something the older of us lose the knack for doing.â
Seth shakes his head. âThe more I learn of the world and its workings, the more it surprises me: the way most of it seems improper, even to the bugs that make it so. And still the world goes on.â
âAnd still the world goes on indeed, har har!â Grishkin laughs, âBut nothing bad about the world being strange, m-mm? Miracles are what keep us going, after all.â
Seth agrees. In the end, he does like a good miracle.
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Once upon a time, there was a princess, trapped in a tall, tall tower, expertly hidden in a place so dark and nasty, no one would think to look there. The princess was a lonely thing, yearning for a mother, a father, but never getting either of themâinstead, she was cursed with a responsibility for the kingdom that would never accept her as her own and where no one could understand her, or stick by her side.
Once upon a time, there was a knight, born and raised to protect their kingdom from a cruel and inevitable fate. The knight was a lonely thing, yearning for a mother, a father, but never getting either of themâinstead, they were cursed with a responsibility for the kingdom they never belonged in and disallowed from understanding anybody, or sticking by anybody's side.
Once upon a time, there was a princess, trapped in a tall, tall tower, hidden in plain sight. They were chained with armor and orders; and yet, they were weak like a child as they stood guard at the grave of a kingdom long gone.
Once upon a time, there was a knight, born and raised to protect a ruined kingdom from scavengers. She wore no armor and looked like a mere child to most; and yet, she was as deadly as a seasoned warrior, and she stood guard at the graves of a mother that was never there and a father that had cursed her.
Once upon a time, there was a princess. She'd look at the knight's statue, and wonder about what could have been.
Once upon a time, there was a knight. They held the princess, once, when they were very young and she was very little, and they were not to wonder anything.
Once upon a time, there was a princess. They wore beautiful garments and were displayed in the palace like the most precious prize.
Once upon a time, there was a knight. She cared not for tradition and rules her father carried, and yet she knew her own worth.
Once upon a time, there was a princess. Once upon a time, there was a knight. And their names were:
The last day before Divorcesteal Season 2's finale shall be marked by the marriage ceremony between Emma @cymae-mesa and Hope @sunsail!
And yes, EVERYONE is invited! Even if you're not whitelisted on the server, you can watch at twitch.tv/cymaemesa or twitch.tv/sunsailmc. We'd love to see you there!
(P.S. And stay tuned for (potentially) a very special guest đ)
Itâs very small, Pale King notes as he takes the child from Herrahâs arms. Much smaller than any of the vessels have ever been. Much more fragile, tooâits body is all soft meat and softer fur.
âIs it healthy?â he asks, scratching its head. It coos softly in response.
âYes,â Herrah the Beast nods.
Pale King could smash her childâs head right now, if he so desired. Herrah, however, is at ease, both in posture and movements. She seems satisfied.
"Very well," he says, and hands the spiderling back with the same care he would handle his own child.
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