🍁🎑🦋 Bug Eater Farm: Autumn Catch-all 🦋🎑🍁

[pactmarshal]

🍂 WHO: Kaspar and/or Trahearne, and you!
🍂 WHAT: Joint catch-all for two good tall boys
🍂 WHEN: Throughout autumn
🍂 WHERE: Here, there, everywhere
🍂 WARNINGS: To be added in headers!

[ details and toplevels in comments below ]

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[pactmarshal]

[ Trahearne's eyes are there, ready to receive Syrlya's as he looks back up at him again. There's a light feeling in the pit of his stomach, and though small, a smile crosses his face.

It's at once hopeful, but sad. Understanding, but wistful. Things are...complicated. More than he had anticipated. Seven years is a gap difficult to bridge. Syrlya has been through things beyond his imagining, and has accrued scars he will likely never show him.

But Trahearne is determined to make it work. He wants to love all of the scars and the guilt and the pain that weigh on him. And even if he cannot follow Syrlya, he wants to send him home with no regrets. ]

We try.

[ An affirmation, a conclusion to the thesis. Again he feels nervous to be treading into untrodden territory, but at the same time...perhaps a little happy.

Maybe he'll save all of the grand gestures of affection for a little later. ]

I would like to continue our outing, but I know I have caused you undeserved stress, and I do not want to agitate you any further. [ Even though he already has...an idea. ] Let me know how you'd like to proceed.

[ If he needs a moment...or more. ]

[chronosynthesis]

[He probably does need a moment. The emotional whiplash has made him tired and unsteady. But what comes out instead is--] We might as well see this through. I've already paid to rent the dress.

[He grabs the handle of his shopping bag, hoisting it back up.]

[pactmarshal]

You're renting it?

[ That comes as a surprise actually, though the curiosity in his tone is stronger than the surprise.

Well. That changes things a little bit. whyd u rent a white dress bbgirl. Regardless, Trahearne starts walking again, his pace slow. ]

How long do you get to keep it?

[chronosynthesis]

It was only for rental. [Apparently their fancy stuff is too high demand to sell, being seemingly the only boutique to service the whole island.]

I have until the day after tomorrow to return it, in case it needs to be cleaned.

[pactmarshal]

I see. [ Trahearne hums in thought. Well, it'd be a shame to put the dress to waste, but they'll think of something. At least Syrlya doesn't have to worry about returning it tomorrow, and that won't hang on Trahearne's consciousness. ]

I thought it might be nice to explore the mines for a bit, [ and get their minds off this ] but I wouldn't want your dress to get dirty.

[chronosynthesis]

[Syrlya looks down at himself.]

Oh, no I couldn't go down there in this. [Last time he did there was a bear and he got injured. Not to mention it's so dirty.] I would have to change... and it would be best if I took the dress home and not brought it down in the bag, either.

[pactmarshal]

[ A nod. At least he's amenable to the idea! That's a relief. ]

A fair call. We should get something to eat when we drop by your house as well. We shouldn't be exploring on empty stomachs.

[ And it will probably make both of them feel better. ]

[chronosynthesis]

You want to go at night? I hope you're magic has mostly returned, it can be dangerous down there.

[But he'll turn to start heading off the beach, beach home. It'll be quite a walk and they're going to be up very late, so they might as well get going now.] I still have leftovers of the meal that Mishka brought yesterday. That would be filling enough.

[pactmarshal]

[ Trahearne's pace quickens. He's right!

But mention of Mishka's name causes him to bristle, again, just ever so slightly. He does not want to think about Mishka right now.

Glossing over that. ]

It's mostly returned, actually. [ He smiles, confident. ] I don't have any of my weapons, but I'll make do.

[ He's not worried. A stick and coconut worked well enough for him before, so. ]

It sounds as though yours has.

[chronosynthesis]

Somewhat, though I have at least recovered my blade. [Most of his actual magic is funky, but outside the goddess the average wildlife and person doesn't seem to have it. So a sword does just as well.]

[pactmarshal]

I doubt whatever dwells in the mines will be any match for us, between your blade and my necromancy.

[ Total confidence!

When they arrive back at Syrlya's farm, Trahearne waits outside and re-leaves himself. Gone are the fancy coverings, and by the time Syrlya comes back out, he's back in his more familiar getup. A sizeable stick and a rock, fashioned with straw wrappings, have been attached to his waist.

Food is graciously accepted as well. He does not think about Mishka.

When they're ready, Trahearne holds out his hand, a fond, excited smile on his face. ]

Shall we?

[chronosynthesis]

[Syrlya goes inside to change, so he can fold the dress and put it away with the shoes before he gears himself in his armor proper. Sword strapped to his waist, and for reheated and brought out for a quick bite.

He takes the plates inside after, grabs his pack and is ready to go. There's a pause as he looks at Trahearne hand, not expecting that, but he takes it all the same.] All right. Let's go.

[pactmarshal]

(( To the mines! ))