#thymae posts.

thymae can't ever really say that he's let fear fester in his body nor has the dryad ever paid much attention to such feeling. but the darkness feels suffocating, the days don't stretch on quite as long anymore and that sparkle in thymae's eyes starts to dwindle ever slightly. he's well aware the shadows are playing tricks on him, tenebrous cruelty disguised as people he yearns to see but thus refuses to.  his mother, sylvanus, daphne - they'd be this calling card home if it didn't feel all so twisted and contrived. it's still enough to have the bubbly dryad on edge, and though he knows better than to be wandering in this vast dark he can't help it.  normally so invested with the world before him, he's more caught up with his mind currently, bumping into @startingprophecies by mistake.  “oh, woah, you shouldn't be out here.” he's very much bambi, a deer in headlights, but he shakes his head as though brushing off their collision while offering an apologetic smile at the other. 

where: near the acropolis ?

note: 1000 years late but forgive me < 3

it was a little over a month until the autumnal solstice marked another year where thymae resided far away from the moors , his home . the rhythm of kairos , the rich infusion of everyone who settled here , was still something impossible for thymae to get used to but the dryad refused to believe he was making the wrong choice by staying here , as opposed to lingering amongst the other dryads and nymphs in the moors . there was no genuine error for turning away and living amongst others not of their kind , but it was certainly frowned upon - and as the gods and fates seemed to stir and rustle in the distance , thymae couldn't help but feel he was on the correct path to whatever torrent and fury of the gods could be upon them next .

he'd be too quiet , and thymae was often not at a lack for words , and as such the dryad felt insistent on filling the gaps of silence that he'd wrought here . hero was still new enough , but the other was a hunter , a long - established one and that alone kept thymae here on the presumption that their budding friendship was absolutely crucial .

" in about a month it'll be the autumn equinox , " it comes out of the blue , but his lively eyes flicker over to hero , smiling as though he's said something completely revolutionary . " normally , we'd dress up our trees , grant gifts to artemis and demeter , " yet this year , much akin to the last quarter century , the gods were strangely quiet . " i haven't done any of that since i moved here , i wonder what that says of me . " thymae eventually shrugged simply as though it was a thought to ponder for another day. " do hunters have traditions . do you have anyone you even do all this .... slaying for ? "