Fionn @ Faerûn

tagged by @riddlerosehearts ;v;

For Rynn, the image of their Mother. Eirwen Silvervine.

It wasn't perfect but Rynn couldn't have known. Rynn was only small when their mother was hunted down and killed. There's a lot of grief around not only her loss but also the fact that Rynn constantly worries if their parents would be proud of them, and the milestones they have missed out on and so seeing her there within a dream, in that awful situation, it was a comfort at first, until -

Rynn rambled about what they've achieved, how Granny was doing, what they've learned and while yes the situation was difficult and awful, they were trying their best to look out for the group, how they've grown, so excited but they're met with a cold blank stare that did not belong to the warm person they'd heard so many stories about.

The morning after the first dream, Rynn woke up in a mood that hadn't been seen yet in the druid, they were calm and quiet, silently picking up their uniform and getting ready for the day; no tea, no smiles and that annoying morning person they are, but someone with their brow etched deep in thought and disappointment.

Learning the truth, Rynn couldn't trust the dream guardian, because of that interaction they had been pushed through grief of losing their mother all over again - even if it was for supposed good reasons.

Bring him a cup of tea. It sounds so small and meaningless but Fin often dives too deep into his work, is left shaking after healing; telling him to stop will make it worse. But, bring him a tea shows care.

The smell of coffee mixed with the sweetness of honey ☕🖤 #SilverHoney AU

[Original TavQOTD from @shandoratheexplorer]

Rynn? Their Nain of course, matriarch of their circle and the now tiny Silvervine family. Granny Brigid is fully aware Rynn can look after themselves but does that stop her being protective of the last piece of her family, no, not at all.

She's fully aware Rynn puts other's happiness above their own, even keeps pieces of themselves to hidden to avoid making others worry - she knows fully that they do that with her too, and so she might overstep but from a good place and ask that a potential partner of Rynn's gives them that safety.

[original tavQOTD from thatspicymango]

For Fin, it will always be home. The snowy pines that night he completed his Selûnite trial and fell as he ran to his parents victorious. The small wound that lead to him learning healing. And, the first life he couldn't save himself.

A young boy, not much younger than himself within the forest that boarders home. It was the first time he had failed, first time he couldn't do enough - his hands burnt, he wept, his nose bleed, but it wasn't enough.

It was the night after where no moon could be seen that he started his ritual of lighting candles, offering the soul some last night on their first night without a moon.

There was a time that Fin and Rynn were a pairing (actually a trouple with Cynder ;v; ) within their own little AU and honestly, I'm so tempted to squish them back together now and again. Both healers, yet one fire and one the sun both troublemakers in their own way, and both needing someone stubborn to tell them to rest.

[original TavQOTD from thatspicymango]

Rynn isn't sure if it's a memory or a dream, less of an image but a song. A woman's voice that they could barely hold onto, the words faded nothing to a hum and warmth, safety holding them - the promise to protect them from the world. The song repeating years later, Granny's voice remembering the song her daughter used to sing for the bundle of sunlight she had wished so hard for.

It was always a song of comfort, like a purr - so it is only fitting that it is the last thing Rynn experiences before slipping away, that comfort of death that they had aided so many into. They had spent their life carrying pieces of others with them, they can't help but wonder what pieces they have left upon other people.

Due to the scar upon his back, the nerves being damaged, Lonán handles a lot of pain within the upper back. Some days are better than others, but the cold deeply effects him and what can exist as a dull ache becomes excruciating - similar with his thigh.

He does struggle to walk confidently on the bad days, but these are the times he truly hides away. He's a prideful man, who struggles to allow those around him to see him in pain; he hides it well, after all he's managed it for so long, but some days are harder to handle.

Winter becomes a struggle, due to the cold and then having to wear heavy clothing to beat away the cold.

[original TavQOTD from caffeinatedtief]

His hair, for Fin it is the evidence of his magic and the effort that he's pushed through; he wears it like a crown he earned. He spends great time taking care of his hair, though at home it's more relaxed and free.

Originally it came through in random streaks, but as he aged and became more in control of his magic, it came through in fully streaks, though randomly through the locks - he purposely brushes them forward when in his full uniform.

Fin keeps pride in his dark hair, it's something from his father and while the orange is also the pride of his magic, that black hair is the connection to Aodhán - Fin is often seen at his mother's side, and is 100% the biggest momma's boy but he also considers his father very highly.