#lilacor

Been on a Baldur’s Gate and Icewind Dale binge lately, so have our resident soft boi ranger! Darling soft boi. ;;-;; <3

War seems to come in cycles.  Giving it enough time and there, before you know some faction.. a group with more beings in it’s population than sense in it’s ruler’s head..  will wish to flex a muscle they believe they have a right to. When it is one group who do this, there is some bit of management that can be had.  Unfortunately for the Wylds, more importantly for the Unseelie, they have two attempting to flex this muscle of war.  The whys I only know from brief bits of overheard conversations between Winter’s King and Summer’s Queen. There is no question that there is descent among the Unseelie court, as the Goblins and Demifae of their ilk have gone at lengths to reject that Maric.. The Huntsman, more aptly, as the King for Unseelie.  Why has he taken up this mantle?  He who is actual Unseelie King..  Janus..  Has gone on some, well to be honest I am not sure anyone knows what has become of him. I have never met this fellow of Winter’s keep, though I do know Gwyn misses him horribly.  The Huntsman then took up that throne.. I would like to say pro tem.  As that is not a seat any would wish to go empty for any length.  So he has it, and those two aforementioned factions within Unseelie have desire to accept him.

This is where I shall sigh.

Of course I shall do what I can to help Maric during this.  I have no love of war, and had long desired to avoid any other such actions.  That, as per usual with most that is upon my path, will happen.  My desires or no.  Though I should need to exercise utmost of caution as well.  My domain is still being rebuilt, what energies I needed to give to start this process has been given.  Myriani has been growing, but she and the lands she builds are not strong enough to tether myself to her and it.  So should I be brought to my last breath, I fear I shall fade and end up quite literally, who knows where.  I have not told anyone, there has not been any chance to. Granted Maric should know this..  even if this means his desire to protect me will likely grow stronger.  ...Yes, I shall go on to as why in a separate writings.  It is a growing experience that needs it’s own place.

Egena had her twins, and for some reason I was asked to aid in their birth.  Perhaps it is to remind me that I am not above that concept of hell?  Not that I need such a reminder..  Not that such a concept truly maters to me either.  However, there I was.. being handed the female child. Being asked to ..clean.. it.  I did what I could while the male child was being brought into it’s new world. Horns upon it’s head which lead to more pain than I could wick from the child that was giving birth to him.  Such pain that she now harbors this anger towards the other child that seeded her womb.  It will work out as it is meant to, however that is to be.  But apparently when Marc went to see his children Egena was none to happy with him.  

All the more reasons in this mess that crop up.. all of them giving me solace that I can not go through with it myself.  Out of all the egregious acts that have been done to my body.. having a deranged Malkavian who knows flesh grafting taught to him by an even more deranged Tzimisce take apart and remove my uterus and ovaries seems to be something I am actually quite thankful for.  I am definitely not the motherly type.  Perhaps something my clan has been spared by my actions before it became to late.  But who knows.. perhaps if I had gone back to them.. I would have been a good mother.  I do know that I do not wish to know.  Consider this little old satyr quite content not being a mother or having any children.

I did bring Lilicor over from the strand that Esterwell resides in.  Made a whole trip of it since Alec had wanted to also show me the new world tree they have. The one that was once Ardan’s branch.  That was a conversation in and of itself.  He seemed quite proud and happy he has this tree...  happy to introduce a world tree from a whole different strand into that realm.  Who knows what will happen.  Perhaps it will acclimate and that realm will acclimate to it.  Perhaps both will reject each other and well.. that could be quite catastrophic.  I can not say for sure which or where the realm’s actual world tree is.  I have not found it, nor will I go looking.  What was also said, after I had asked..  is that all Alec knows is that those of Faerie took something precious from him.  Of course I could not tell him.. not that I did not know, but I swore I would not reveal.  Granted I let him believe the former over the latter.  Perhaps this is something I should tell Maric of, if given the chance.  Or even Gwyn..

But, as I said.. I brought Lilicor over to the Faerie.  Part so that he can see his son and grandchildren.. and part because he wanted to be where he could truly show his dragon self and not be hidden.  Squashed in a human shape.  Perhaps I should teach him the transmutative spell I use to appear human.  Though he does wish to be a realm walker like I.  Sadly, I can not teach him my ways...  as it involved a curse.  While I can sense his jealousy over the fact that I can easily slip into the Inbetween and to other realms..  He just does not fully understand the repercussions.  Telling a dragon such things though, is often the same as telling a brick wall to take two steps to the left.  But, he seems to be adjusting well, having already claimed the Druid.. now mage.. tower in the druid’s grove.  Of course such an action also let a “danger” out into the Faerie. Since the Faerie can not go a week without a danger within it. 

I am still trying to work out how to oust GwythyrGwynn’s Unseelie King Ghost out of the vaults.  Of course with a dragon on my side..  this might now be easier.  Again, another thing to sit and discuss with Maric.  Maric.. Huntsman.. sigh..  I keep hearing the same question over and over from The Huntsman as he takes me in the most intimate of ways.  Why am I there? Why do I continually return to the Faerie?  There is a part of me that rages inside when he holds me.. when it is the Huntsman in control of Maric’s body.  It wants to scream out that perhaps it is him that I keep returning.  Absolem will have none of that though.  If that one had his way, I would never return to the Faerie.  Sometimes I wonder if his protectiveness is because he has to live in this body with me, or he is tired of seeing the ..as they say.. fall out.. every time my heart breaks.  And we both know that being close to either The Huntsman or Maric will only lead to such.  It is not my place to be close to either, and as soon as Aoibheann returns, he will rightfully be by her side.. forever.. as it should be.  And I shall be but a memory.. as it should be.