OOM All Skate Skellig Dream Magic Weirdness -Part 11

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They are camped in the woods not too terribly far from a road.

Sometime early in the morning, Skellig hears a horse drawn wagon accompanied by men going down the road. He hears a wheel come off the wagon, hears the guards curse, hears wings the size of his own slam against wooden bars.

The wave of despair from the winged one is almost palpable.

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[brave_kreyu]

Kreyu wraps an arm around him, gives him the support of her presence.

"Uncle Tyr!" A young girl shouts as she LEAPS from high up in the room to dive down right at Tyr's head. She is perhaps five years old, still some 'immature' feathers in her wings. Her glide is a little wobbly, she really SHOULDN'T be trying to glide this far at her age! And landing is....a work in progress. Greta hasn't thought that far ahead yet.

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Landing plans should also not be dependent on her uncle's current ability to catch her, but there's no way that little Greta might have known to take that into consideration - especially in the fraction of a second that she paused before leaping into her glide.

Or attempt at her glide.

Greta knocks solidly into Tyr, pushing him over - and into Skellig, who on instinct shifted closer (pulling Kreyu with him) and they are most definitely going to all end up in a heap, Fenris included as it was HIS hand that Tyr grasped at when he started to go backwards...

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They all tumble to the ground in a cartoonish pile. No one is seriously hurt, but Greta is on the verge of tears because she hurt her uncle and his friends and she didn't mean to!

"I know love, but that's why Fenris told you not to glide like that," Tyr tells her, voice soft, as they untangle themselves.

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Sensing the quick shift in the child's emotions is a bit jarring for Skellig (mostly because he is currently slightly overwhelmed by the rest of the energy in this room, there is so MUCH of it) but he is able to play it off easily, laughing gently as they rise back up to their feet.

"No harm done, little one," he reassures her, as he offers Kreyu his hands to pull her up. "Not even a scratch."

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Kreyu takes his offered hand, smiling. "We're perfectly fine," she tells Greta. Those responses stem the oncoming tears and Greta wraps her arms around Skellig in a hug as best she can. "Thank you for bringing Uncle Tyr back!"

She lets go, scampers off to find someone named Riza. The well wishers and friends and family of Tyr are starting to really pick up now! An older man, his hair and his feathers gray with age, beckons Skellig and Kreyu off to the side. "Thought you might want to get settled," he offers. "We've a place for guests here in the hall, out of the crush."

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"Thank you," Skellig says as they follow the older man. "We would wish to allow Tyr time to reunite with everyone, obviously, given how long he has been gone from your tribe. He has been quite anxious during our journey back here, to see everyone once more."

Shaking his head, he motions to Kreyu. "I apologize. This is my wife, Kreyu. I am Skellig. I should have started with that."

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"Well met, Skellig, Kreyu," the older man offers his forearm to grasp. "I am called Heimdall."

He leads them to a far edge of the space, where shelters similar to these have been constructed. Heimdall grins. "Our tribe lived in shelters like these, before we came to this mountain. The habit for making and living inside them has stuck even inside these grand walls of stone."

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"It makes sense," he agrees. "You are relatively sheltered from the elements, within the walls of this great cavern, but this allows for privacy and also helps with sound."

The echoes are still very 'loud' (they truly are not, but with his sensitive hearing, everything is still a bit 'extra' at the moment) as they near one of the shelters that is empty (at least, he can't hear anyone inside) but outfitted.

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"Indeed," Heimdall replies, nodding. He opens the flap and the space inside looks comfortable. They could even build a fire of their own inside, if they wanted. There is plenty of bedding and space to stow their luggage.

"Thank you for bringing him home," he says, voice soft. "We had thought him lost to us forever."

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"He feared himself lost forever also," Skellig says gently. "But it was his connection to the People that I believe kept him going, gave him the yearning to continue on and make it back to this place."

And given the rousing reception that Tyr is receiving at the moment, much laughter, tears, and hugs - it was well-deserved.

"He will have to heal, but I feel he will have no issues with that," he adds.

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"He will heal," Heimdall agrees. "In time, and perhaps with a bit of help from all of us."

"You might want to settle in a bit, until the wave has crested," he suggests. "Recover from your journey. Then you are more than welcome to join in our celebrations."

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"Thank you," he says honestly. "We will certainly do so, once things have settled."

Their gear is moved into the space easily enough, and once the flaps of the building has been closed and tied - Skellig immediately feels an overwhelming sense of quiet in this smaller space, this sanctuary. It is almost enough to bring him to his knees (but he doesn't want to scare her) so instead he perches on a low bench, reaching down to work off his boots.

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She slides onto the bench next to him, wraps an arm around him. "Feeling a bit overwhelmed?" Call it a hunch.

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"It is just...it is just a lot," Skellig says, kicking his boots off and leaning his body into her embrace. "Not only seeing so many others who are winged, but hearing...hearing that many feathers, that many wings..."

His voice trails off, as he is truly at a loss for words.

[brave_kreyu]

Her arm tightens around him as he leans into her embrace. "I can only imagine," she whispers.


"We can stay here until you are ready to go out again, however long that takes."

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Tyr has many friends and family members who wish to greet him upon his return, and while Fenris will eventually suggest that perhaps the celebration get back to what it was originally intended for - the end of the harvest - that will take a bit of time regardless.

"I just need my senses to adjust," he offers as explanation, although he knows that he does not even have to try to explain to her. "I am so used to only hearing my own, or mine alongside yours, and each set of feathers has their own unique sound, as they move or the wind moves across them. And then to hear...so many...all at once. It is just...loud."

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She makes a noise of understanding, runs her fingers through his hair.

"I will be here, if you need help adjusting." She kisses him on the cheek. There's not much she can DO, to help him. Except be there.

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"Your presence alone will be a great aid," he says honestly. "Because I am able to focus on your heartbeat, your wings, things which I already know without a doubt. It eases the rush of the rest of things."

He sighs and glances towards the bedding - it isn't an outright bed, but a decent mattress and piles of cushions, blankets and other things to make for comfortable sleep for those who have wings upon their backs.

"I would lie down for awhile with you, I think if I could close my eyes a bit, maybe even until things settle and shift out there." After all, an hour should be enough time for all of that, right?

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"That sounds like an excellent idea." She bends to take her own boots off. "A bit of a breather and an excuse to cuddle with you."

She grins at him, knowing she doesn't need an EXCUSE to cuddle.

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Skellig rises, and does not shed all of his clothing - just enough to get down to a more comfortable layer for resting and lounging - before he settles himself down amid the pile of cushions and blankets.

"This is a very nice nest," he comments, as he shifts his weight to lay on his back - his chest and shoulder clearly holding an open invitation for her to join him and sprawl in 'her spot'.

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"That is good news," she replies, shedding some of her own clothing. She joins him in 'her spot'.

She sighs in pleasure, the sounds of revelry and joyous reunion muffled by the fabric. "More Light brought into the world," she muses, pleased.

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"There is a lot of Light out there," Skellig agrees, turning his head to burrow his face slightly into a pillow. "It is not the same feeling that I had when I first came to the Lair - that was different, that was Karma overwhelming my energy. This...this is something else."

He is comfortable like this, his wife cuddled up against him, her heartbeat steady and strong in his ears. She will able to feel him relaxing beneath her, as his energy levels out and his senses straighten.

"I suspect it will continue to grow throughout the night, if it is anything like other harvest celebrations you have spoken of," he murmurs.

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"Most likely," she agrees. She's pleased to feel him relax beneath her. "Would you dance with me?" she asks after a little while. "I'm sure there will be many who would show us how to dance." There's the faintest touch of nervousness in her question, uncertainty about whether he will say yes.

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"Of course." He picks up on the hint of nervousness, but doesn't mention it outright. "I would gladly dance with you, love."

A faint smirk pulls at the corner of his mouth. "I suspect there will be no shortage of those who would teach us." After all, they are the new and exciting Winged Folk from far away lands! "But it is you who I would desire as my partner above anyone else."

He pauses. "It has been some time since I have danced, in any fashion...so I may be rusty."

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She's so happy when he says yes, he can feel it. "And I you, Skellig."

She chuckles. "I don't mind. You're the only one I've danced for in a very long time, and that is quite a different kind of dancing than what I expect here."