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❝ it's just this way, ❞ fable promises. branches crack underfoot as they follow a narrow path through a cluster of spindly-armed trees. leaving the bolster of the camp behind, fable tells herself that sylvn's hand in hers is just to keep from getting lost. but she knows exactly where she's going, and her hand is small and warm in his, so she's a little lying liar. cheeks burning, she flashes him a small smile before pushing a final, flowering branch. ❝ we're here. ❞

Well, it had been a time since he had been inside of a grove. And the last one had an ancient dragon as an archdruid. Though he doubted this place had a dragon lying about. If they did, the tieflings and the druids wouldn't be so scared of some goblins.

Though this Halsin was spoken of in high regard. That was promising in a situation that was doomed from the start. Still, as he looked around he didn't feel the power of nature, like he did in the other grove. He just felt fear. Tension so tight it threatened to snap. It called to him, beckoned him to make these fears bloom.

They just returned from attempting to kill Wyll's target, but that turned into something else entirely. And how the group had even more tieflings.

He looked over at Sylvn and the other companions. What a merry band of doom and gloom they were. He wanted to ask what was next, no he wanted to lay out a plan. But all he could do was feel this weight on his chest. What the hells were they supposed to do now. They had no real weapons or gear save for what they scavenged, and no money to help them if they had to rush to Baldur's Gate because Halsin couldn't save them.

𝙰𝚄𝚃𝚄𝙼𝙽 𝙴𝚀𝚄𝙸𝙽𝙾𝚇 𝙴𝚅𝙴𝙽𝚃 // ( accepting )

With every moment spent together. Every battle won. Every shared kiss and declaration in between, it was difficult to believe (or even accept) that a moment's intervention from the Feywild gave them peace of mind in the most literal sense. No parasite. No danger. No apparent need for weapons and armor (which she was still rather on edge about).

Eira wanted nothing more than to let it all sink in and enjoy Sylvn's company while they still had time, and figure out whatever steps followed once this was all over. Fingertips brushed over his knuckles until digits laced in between, finding comfort and safety and an unmistakable warmth in her heart as they strolled the gardens of Bloomridge Park.

❝ It seems wrong: being grateful to a colony of mindflayers, only because they led me to you. ❞ She grins at her own words, but they were sincere, spoken with the confidence of someone who'd already professed amorous feelings for Sylvn between the chaos and tragedy they'd faced in such a short amount of time.

【 DC16 (nature): 11 - 1 = 10 (FAILURE) 】

Her heart swells, and something around them seems to respond in kind. The flora shifts and blooms, bathing their surroundings in color and a natural aromatics as if catered to them specifically. Eira halts, tightening her hold on Syl's hand as moon-tinted hues take it all in and shimmer with a mist of unshed tears. She wouldn't let this moment sour, and she refused to accept that they were here on borrowed time, until the equinox met its end and the dormant tadpoles revived anew.

"He saved me, again, and again, and again."

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