spring catch-all for the bug eater farm

[pactmarshal]

🍄WHO: Trahearne and/or Kaspar, plus anyone else!
🍄WHAT: Catch-all for the goings-on
🍄WHEN: Throughout spring
🍄WHERE: Down at the farm, in town, everywhere
🍄WARNINGS: to be added!

[ TOPLEVELS AND DETAILS IN THE COMMENTS, TO BE PRETTIED UP LATER. ]

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[ we can respond here as things are upgraded in spring ]

[ 🐛🌸 handwaved things 🌸 🐛 ]

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[ a farm ic inbox, essentially.

feel free to use for: handwaved deliveries, shenanigans, and misc ]

🌸 for van Zieks

[pactmarshal]

[ It's strange--as Trahearne pushes open the door into the mostly deserted library, he hears a quiet ping and suddenly finds himself overcome by a sensation wholly foreign to him. It's an urge, an impulse that he cannot quite describe. Where did it come from? Why now, when he is about to embark on the important task of learning how to care for growing mushrooms?

Regardless, he does his best to ignore it. He can speak about it to Syrlya or Kaspar later. It seems, however, as he rounds the corner and finds van Zieks standing and reading by one of the shelves, that his efforts will go to waste. Because once his eyes set on him, one single thought fills his mind.

He approaches, only stopping when he is uncomfortably close to the other man. ]

Van Zieks. May I have a moment?

[ If his voice cracked, no it didn't. ]

for trahearne!

[calla]

[ Kaeya has taken the time to fill up his picnic basket with all sorts of treats, including sandwiches from the local restaurant and a bottle of wine from the bar. He's even grabbed a nice picnic blanket so when he and Trahearne go out for their little lunch, they won't have to worry about anything. ]

I hope you enjoy what I've brought. Are you allergic to anything?

[ They're sitting on a hill that overlooks part of the town. With the blanket already set and Kaeya sitting down, he starts to unpack what's in the basket. ]

🌸 for kaspar

[pactmarshal]

[ Peace does not erase the pain. Sometimes, it makes it louder.

The nightmares come with relative frequency, in spite of the gentle rays of spring and the calm winds of Crescentview, always a stark reminder of what came before. The screams of his brothers and sisters as the succumb to the dragon, of his soldiers as they fall, of the voice haunts him in a way he finds hard to put into words.

It is always the morning sun that eases the wounds, praise the Pale Tree and the goddess, but at times, the timing is not so kind to him.

Trahearne's start comes in the dead of night this time. He feels the sting on his chest, his wound still healing, and screams of the dying and the turned linger in his ears. It takes a moment for him to remember that reality is no longer his, and that he is okay now. Some nights, he doubts if he truly is, but the daytime always eases those doubts.

It is quiet. If Kaspar is still sleeping or out elsewhere, Trahearne does not bother to check. He gets from his bed and quietly leaves the room, exits the house, and wanders to a stump at the far end of their clearing. Here, the rays of the moon are the strongest. It is the best place for him to calm himself, to remind himself what life is, before he attempts sleep again. ]

🌸 for syrlya

[pactmarshal]

[ It's a few days after the dance--the conclusion of which Trahearne did not stick around to see--that Trahearne recalls the wager he made with Syrlya. If he dances with six people, he gets to choose anything on their bingo card to do together. If he fails to meet that number, then Syrlya gets to choose.

Unfortunately, for one reason in particular, Trahearne did not meet that number.

And so, acknowledging his fate (and a bit embarrassed knowing Syrlya will find out why this happened), Trahearne ventures out into the rural fields to his commander's farm, ready to lend himself to whatever task is asked of him.

Mostly.

He knocks on the door, hoping he's in. ]

for trahearne ;o;

[calla]

[ Kaeya typically holds himself high and confident, with his chin up and chest puffed out, but as he walks through the forest, he displays none of those traits. His shoulders are low, he drags his feet, his eye gazes across the floor, he looks like a shadow of himself - though it might be more accurate to say that he's more like a ghost of himself, especially with his blood-stained clothes. ]

[ He cradled Diluc as he laid dying, bleeding out from his wounds. All that blood has now soaked into his uniform, but he doesn't seem to care. It doesn't seem like he even has the energy to. He looks exhausted, like the fighting spirit was kicked out of him. With his head hung low, he looks smaller and weaker than ever before. ]