a tiny Enchanted Forest Chronicles dream/snippet from 2008
I was poking through my background worldbuilding/character reference files for Enchanted Forest Chronicles fic this evening, and found the following passage:
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Thursday, 9/25/08
I had an interesting semi-lucid dream last night, in which Telemain was the oldest of a woodcutter's three sons. At some point they got involved in a quest and, knowing that he wouldn't be the one to complete it, Telemain went into the woods, was polite-ish to the squirrel he met, and asked her the directions to Stokey's Academy rather than to the quest object. "It gets me out of the story just as neatly as a broken leg," he told her, "and since I already have supplies and said goodbye to everyone, I might as well go directly from here." The squirrel found him astonishing, but gave him the directions.
"You might also make sure Andevel can still work when you send him back," Telemain added as he walked down the left-hand fork in the path. "I know Oris won't be coming home, and it's only polite to leave Father one son to inherit the family job."
Andevel went into the woods three days later, met the squirrel, and came back with a sprained ankle -- he made a crutch from a fallen branch and hobbled home. He gave Morwen odd looks for three more days until Oris left home. Then he told how he'd met a squirrel who'd... done something, this next part was hazy... and sent him home to follow in his father's footsteps, at Telemain's request.
Morwen just sighed and said, "That sounds about right. He never can leave well enough alone."
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I don't think this is my actual headcanon for Telemain's family or his departure from Splot (which I have decided is the village he and Morwen both grew up in), but it amused me upon rediscovery and I feel like sharing it with the internet at large. :)
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Thursday, 9/25/08
I had an interesting semi-lucid dream last night, in which Telemain was the oldest of a woodcutter's three sons. At some point they got involved in a quest and, knowing that he wouldn't be the one to complete it, Telemain went into the woods, was polite-ish to the squirrel he met, and asked her the directions to Stokey's Academy rather than to the quest object. "It gets me out of the story just as neatly as a broken leg," he told her, "and since I already have supplies and said goodbye to everyone, I might as well go directly from here." The squirrel found him astonishing, but gave him the directions.
"You might also make sure Andevel can still work when you send him back," Telemain added as he walked down the left-hand fork in the path. "I know Oris won't be coming home, and it's only polite to leave Father one son to inherit the family job."
Andevel went into the woods three days later, met the squirrel, and came back with a sprained ankle -- he made a crutch from a fallen branch and hobbled home. He gave Morwen odd looks for three more days until Oris left home. Then he told how he'd met a squirrel who'd... done something, this next part was hazy... and sent him home to follow in his father's footsteps, at Telemain's request.
Morwen just sighed and said, "That sounds about right. He never can leave well enough alone."
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I don't think this is my actual headcanon for Telemain's family or his departure from Splot (which I have decided is the village he and Morwen both grew up in), but it amused me upon rediscovery and I feel like sharing it with the internet at large. :)
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