How does Dragonet deal with Ronan's death đą
Not! Well! they foresee it while traipsing through the forest with a patrolling ronan: brother has slain brother in this wood. ronan doesnât think much of it. dagonet is prone to saying strange things. he chalks it up to him being a jester and from hybernâand he knows that many fae have died in this far-reaching wood, that his father has killed his brothers close by. dagonet themself have an elusive sort of relationship with their magic. it flees their mind quickly after they speak it, that sort of power yet too much for their psyche to hold to. they are struck again with it as ronan is dying, and it absolutely levels them. they go pale; their eyes go wide. who? beron insists. who? dagonet replies: your get alone. nonsense words. except to beron. except to loa. except to eris. not lucienâsilas, marius, or ronan. (bonus: this is how itâs officially confirmed to beron that lucien is not his.) by their reaction, eris knows at least ronan.
dagonet was always kind of nomadic, prone to moving around, to floating as the fates guided them. they made a living in hybern as a street performer. they hopped on a ship one day on a whim, they landed in the human lands with a thoughtful hum, they followed the magic-snap wall until they came across a gap in its sting. they hadnât known there was a gap to be found. but they found it, somehow. they made it to autumn, for some reason. they served beron; they loved ronan; they lost ronan. they slipped away from the forest house in the aftermath like a wraith, like an impression, like a figment. they carried the grief with themâknowing they could have stopped what happened to their burgeoning love if only they had better control of their abilities. but they did not. beron searched for them and still does, sometimes, but cannot find them.
ronan was not the end all be all for them; their love was not one for the books. it could have been, though. if it had the time. it had only just been seeded, only just begun to sprout. ronan thought he loved dagonet for the first time right before he let slip about jesminda and lucien to silas. he had been panicked, to feel that way for a lesser fae. talked to young lucien, who had confided in him his secret. (they had always been close.) then ronan talked to his big brother silas, still fretting, thinking himself speaking with care. but silas was always more shrewd than he was. silas caught what ronan hadnât even thought to concealâlucien? why would you have sought lucienâs counsel for something like this? so ronan brought about his own death and his brotherâs death and the death of so much love, one already bloomed and one yet to flower, but which could have.
i like dagonet drifting through the continent after this. shaping their own destiny. sorting their abilities out so that nothing like this happens again with someone they could have loved and instead lost before they could know. maybe one day theyâll be drawn back to prythianâback to the night court, where a newly-made fae is plagued with visions and could use a prophet to help make sense of them.
