Still Traumatised!

[littlebetter]

One problem of Mordred's is fixed, but not the other. Gaheris has taken to hiding outside, deep in the forest, because something in it stills his fear and makes it a little easier, just as when it first happened the woods succoured him and shielded him and pushed away his knowledge for a while; he frequently doesn't come back to the house at night

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[dragon_dealer]

T: ...sorry I keep throwing her at you. But I do love poor Gaheris.

Cimorene keeps telling herself she's happy. And she is. Which leaves her unsure as to why she needs to tell herself so. But she knows she needs to get out and away, now and then. So she's off on a walk to nowhere in particular.

She doesn't recognize him at first, startled but not scared at the sudden appearance of the figure. But then she looks closer "...Gaheris?"

[littlebetter]

Typist: That is definitely okay. <33 I love Cimorene. XD

A moment's thought. She's--she's the woman who said she was a friend, who told him of the child. His eyes clear briefly with rememberance, but he still hangs back. There's a graze on his cheek.

[dragon_dealer]

She tilts her head and says, without pretense or malice, "...no, I don't think it suits you." She must see how deeply things are wrong, but it doesn't show in her manner.

[littlebetter]

"Have I gone far?" Latin.

[notallworthy]

Tom's crackplotting has worn off and he's back to being a little crazy himself. He is walking about looking for the tree from before. The tree where so many things happened. Now that he can remember them, he wants to try and knock it down again.

He notices Gaheris out of the corner of his eye recognizes his trouble, and gives him a nod.

[littlebetter]

Gaheris stills uncomfortably at someone foriegn in his space, and doesn't do anything in return except look, and wipe at his cheek--there's something on it, something wet, and--blood. ah. he wipes it off on his clothes with a slightly convulsive movement.

[notallworthy]

Tom keeps an overly healthy distance and finally speaks. "Hello." His fingers twitch a little when he sees the blood. He remembers stabbing Rosier all too well.

[littlebetter]

A person as disturbed as he is is not good for him at all, and he gains a new kind of trouble behind his eyes, something akin to panic. "--Salve," quickly.

[luneta_lioness]

Luneta likes the forest. It's where Melehan and she have been living all this time. She notices him while she's looking for berries and stops.

"Father?"

[littlebetter]

...Mrgle.

For a long moment he stands poised to something, uncomfortably, and then says, quiet, quiet, "Child."

[luneta_lioness]

She puts down what she's gathered and comes over to him. "Don't run away. It's all right."

[littlebetter]

"What do you want?" anxiously.

[morvydd]

She's come out after plants, the way Clar will do; she has a basket half-full, and she stops between two trees, watching him with a sort of clinical appraisal, as Clar might.

After a moment, in a mild, speaking-to-beasts tone, she says, "Well, coz."

[littlebetter]

His eyes flicker, and it takes him a very long moment to be sure she isn't Clar. "Hello," guardedly.

[morvydd]

She searches his face. "Dost know me?"

[littlebetter]

"Nay. You are like my sister."