#spiritypowers

summary: Runaan and Rayla's parents are de-coined. Now it's time to adjust to how the world and their daughter has changed, including her relationship with one particular human. co-written by me and @spiritypowers. 

a/n: this fic is set four years post-s3, so Callum and Rayla are just shy of 19 and 20 respectively. Callum's connected to all the primal sources and peace between Xadia and the Pentarchy has been maintained. That doesn't mean everything is perfect and that there's no more threats, though (aka Aaravos is out of his mirror). 

There is also absolutely zero plot to this, unless it completely sneaks up on us. This fic is just an opportunity to explore how Rayla's family could reform and the different relationships, some amicable, some more tense, all four of her parents may have with her and Callum as everyone grows and learns. title is from the wonderful Sleeping At Last song "next to me"I think that's everything? Hope you enjoy the fic

CHAPTER ONE: since we’ve grown we plea for clarity

At first, Tiadrin wasn’t sure what to think. One second, she’d been screaming— Lain had been screaming, devoured by Dark Magic, some kind of device, something shiny, and then the Dark Mage had turned it on her, and they’d saved the Egg, just barely, but this was death, wasn’t it, and Rayla—gods, they’d left Rayla and Runaan and Ethari—

The coin was an in between place, like the stories she’d heard as a child, and it felt like an eternity—years—and just one second—minutes—before it passed, and then—

She was stumbling out. Time was something that passed again, as she took a second to take her first real breath in who knew how long, her knees and hands hitting stone but solid and real, before she looked around frantically for Lain, and the egg. Her eyes found only gold.

Where was she?

“It’s alright,” came a soothing, but unfamiliar voice. “I know it’s confusing, but you’re okay. Dad’s okay.”

Dad? She looked in the direction of the voice, her vision still adjusting to how solid the world was, shadows taking form. The coin had been so bright , painfully so. Like the Light she’d heard the Sunfire Dragon guard speak of once, of his home.

It was a young woman. Moonshadow, slender, with bright violet eyes and intricate braids in her long, silver hair. She was garbed in Dragonguard armour, silvery, with beads around her gauntlets. Tiadrin’s brow furrowed when she followed the curve of the woman’s markings, and—

“... Rayla?”

happy birthday!!!

“literally burn money by throwing away barely-used notebooks”

YEP. GOOD, SOUND ADVICE. I’m not even kidding, she genuinely thought she was giving me legitimate advice.

moodboards: janet dares (requested by @spiritypowers)