RP:An En-Deer-Ing Reunion

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Summary: Emilia's daughter, Lynn, departed the lands years ago with her father and two siblings. She has returned, and is lurking in Sage Forest, when Lanara happens upon her, in hopes of finding an orphan fawn. The two lock eyes and instantly reconnect, as Lana had been Lynn's nanny when she was a very little girl. The two share a beautiful reunion where the witch tells the young lady where she can locate her mother, and then offers her a place to stay until they return from their adventure in Rynvale. Lana also plans on keeping Lynn's resurfacing a secret, so that Emi can be truly surprised in the near future. The fawn is recovered, aptly named Lynn, and is brought into the care of the animal sanctuary.


Emilia | Lynn had returned to the land of Lithrydel without her siblings or her father. The draconian had not been seen since she was but a mere toddler when her father, Xersom, had vanished into the night with the triplets fearing for their safety in this land and in the presence of the frosty mother. The female was crouched down with one knee resting on the ground as she watched the world around her with those mismatched blue and green eyes. In this condensed posture it was hard to anyone to see the deep forest green wings and matching tale that she sported, all that could be seen was those ebony curls, wild and untamed. From afar those locks of hair presented exactly as her mother’s did only as if she had gotten into something turning them pitch black.


Lanara had been wandering through the southern area of Sage Forest for several hours now, in hopes of tracking a wounded fawn. The little deer couldn’t have been more than a few days old, and some hunter had loosened an arrow though its mother’s ribcage. The fawn had very little chances of survival if she didn’t claim it before nightfall, as it needed food, shelter, and warmth. Being left to its own devices, it surely would perish at the jaws of a coyote, or the autumn environment. The elf is wearing heels, a frilled skirt, and a fancy blouse. Clearly, coming across the orphaned animal wasn’t in the cards for her evening, and she had a date that had to wait. Worried, she furrows her brows as she the bushes to the west shake, as though something were lurking within the emerald confines. Lana quickens her pace, one heel catching in the mud and nearly sending her flying into the bush, as she aims to part it and peer in at what she expects to be a baby deer.


Emilia | Lynn was tracking something herself, however it was not the same innocent deer that the elf was looking for in the wilderness, but a being whose scent was almost cold to her nose. It was the odd noise of the heels against the mud that had caught her attention, what in the world was that noise? She had not heard such before. As Lanara went to part the bushes to find the fawn she was seeking the youth rose from her hunched position into an upright one, pivoting her around to meet the stranger eye to eye. The youth stood, taller than her mother, at just over feet with wild dark curls fall to almost her waist hiding the budding horns within their mess. Lynn was dressed in a pair of custom light green cotton pants so that her tail fit, a custom button down shirt of a deep brown with back slits for those wings of hers, and soft leather moccasins on her feet. Staring into those chocolate eyes were the mismatched blue-green eyes of the youth that had once spent many hours watching the witch, only now she appeared to be a teenager. A spitting image of her mother in those facial features including the dusting of freckles across her cheeks and nose. However, this girl was taller than her parent with a deep sinister piercing gaze thanks to her father. Silence. Lynn still wasn’t a talker, but there was a hint of recognition in those eyes.


Lanara nearly stumbles as she leans back in surprise, her features shifting from curious to suspicious. Where had this young lady come from? Why was she lurking in the woods, hidden in the thickness of the bushes? Was she also after the abandoned fawn?! “I. Uh. Was looking for something else.” A beat. “Not that –you- are a thing. I’m. You…. Ugh.” Why did she have such a hard time communicating these days? She didn’t have time for conversation that was for sure, as there was a fawn to rescue. But… The way this youth is looking into her eyes, almost expectantly, has her stalling. Chocolate hues lock on that mesmerizing mismatched gaze, and for a brief moment, Lana is brought back to a time long ago. She had been a live-in nanny for a few months for Emilia and Xersom. Their triplets were to blame for the softening of her heart, as she had never even considered having children, until they entered the picture. It had been about five years, if she had to guess. Since then, she hadn’t managed to get close to any youngsters. But this girl seems familiar somehow… The eyes. The eerie silence. She was so petite, and those curls seemed never ending. Could it be Lynn? Was this girl even in front of her, at this very moment? She hadn’t eaten in hours, and it wouldn’t be the first time that she had seen something that wasn’t truly present. Lana lingers, staring into those eyes, a faint recognition tickling the back of her mind, though uncertainty reigned, too. “What is your name?” She finally manages to blurt out.


Emilia | Lynn stood there staring at the elf or was it the something else lurking behind the woman, one could not tell. This child had always shown a gift for the darker arts of life, especially when it came to seeing the spirit world that lay over their own world. Yet, Lanara spoke in a rambling of sorts with her figured frozen to the mud she stood it or so it seemed to the draconian girl. Part of her could sense that the other wanted to go, but something was keeping her from leaving. Was it the fact that before her stood a figure from the past or the death lingering in the air? Reaching into her pocket the youth pulled out a book of blank paper along with a piece of graphite. A moment of quick writing and she turned the written answer to Lanara. On the paper she’d wrote her name, “Kiilynn” Her full first name as she had not gone by the shortened name since leaving this place. It was easier to commune with those around her this way as not so many were open to their mind being violated by the girl.


Lanara watches the girl as she scribbles her name on a piece of parchment. The way she stared made the witch uneasy. Most men stared due to her beauty, most women out of jealousy, but an adolescent that stared was freaking her out. Not to mention the fact that she was staring right back, captivated by those mismatched hues. The small bumps atop her head were likely hidden horns, or some matted curls. The attire was suitable for the area, practical, yet modern. Lana almost expected the girl to run away, or answer with words, perhaps ignore her altogether. Surprise is evident in her gaze as she eyes the paper, “Kiilynn. That’s a lovely name. I’m Lanara, though almost everyone calls me Lana… I-I… You seem familiar. I think we may have met before?” Was it a mere coincidence that ‘Lynn’ was part of her name? Could it be? The last time she had seen Emilia, had been guild related, and as of then… Well, hadn’t she mentioned that Xersom took off with the triplets, years ago? Could the daughter have returned? “Do you have any parents?” Hopefully, Lynn would think that the elf was merely being protective of an orphan, and not see that she was prying into her past.


Emilia | Lynn did not think much of the fact that either of them were staring at one another, since she was just at fault at the elf was. Neither could seem to take eyes off one another as if there was a bond lingering between them with a faint little thread slowly reforming. There was a reply and another question. So much many wanted to talk, but whatever was the real point the youth wondered for a moment before lifting that pad to write some more just as quickly as the first time. Turning it around, “Pleasure, Lana. Are you a witch? Xersom and Emilia.” Each section was written on a line of its own. Perhaps life would be easier if she spoke, yet it was pointless. There was in the moment no questioning to the nature of the elf. So many seemed to think she was lost here. Truth in a way, but she was tracking the one she was trying to find. Harder than it seemed to find someone so frozen.


Lanara is delighted that the girl is playing nice, as so many she had encountered hadn’t been nearly as forthcoming. Nazaria, the fox-child that had broken into her animal sanctuary was a tad rude, feral to the bone, and left the witch in low spirits. Bachias, her adopted nephew, well, he was an abomination, literally! This girl wasn’t a mere child, nor was she a full blossomed woman. She had deep set intelligence in those alarming eyes, and it was almost like she saw more than the average person. Intuition? Something else? It wasn’t rare to come into contact with someone that had magical powers in the lands. Lana eyes the next piece of paper, her eyes growing wide, and her lips parting a good half inch. Surprise, surprise! This –was- Lynn! The little girl that she had taught about Samhain. The one that had the gift of reading ones memory through touch. And she could sense spirits, right? It had been half a decade, at least, and Lana couldn’t recollect every minute detail… But she held that little girl in high regard. The youngster often launched into her arms for cuddles. She had a serious soft spot for Lynn, moreso than her twin brothers. Had Emilia known that she had returned to the lands? Why was she all by herself, at dusk, in the forest? “Lynn? Lynn! It –is- you, isn’t it? It’s ME! Lana! I lived with you and your brothers, and Emi, and X! Do you remember? I used to tend to the orchards… And we would play games all the time! And... I remember that we carved turnips on Samhain, and we dressed in costumes, and we went door to door for candy!” Would the girl remember? Were those fond memories, from her point of view? The urge to hug her is great, though Lana doesn’t open her arms. She didn’t want to frighten the girl.


Emilia | Lynn remembered, if only faintly remembered the witch that stood before her. Years had passed since she had last spent time with her, but that didn’t erase Lanara out of her head. The girl was tired of writing and this time attempted to probe into the mind of the witch with her own mind. If allowed there would be a whisper of a voice pushing to be heard, “Yes, I remember you.” If not allowed the elf would hear nothing and the girl would turn to writing in her book once more. If allowed the girl would accompany the words with flashes of memories from her youth, faded little bits that included a fogged over image that told it was old. A glimpse of the turnip carving, of the cuddles looking up at the face of the elf, of walking in the orchards with her, and even them dressed for the holiday. Seems that the gifted child of Xersom and Emilia no longer required touch in order to share not only memories, but words as well. Shifting on her feet the lass pointed off to the west before flashing an image of that wounded deer to the other woman. It was a sense that she was looking for the animal as it was another fond memory was how she cared to the animals at the home.


Lanara is often sensitive to the gifts of another, especially when they are seeking entrance into her psyche, but she trusts this girl, and so she accepts the words without hesitation. Lynn wasn’t some evildoer that she had to be wary of, she was a little girl that she had spent lots of time with long ago, and she cherished those memories. Full lips arch into a smile at those four fateful words, and she gives a slow nod, as if anticipating what would soon follow. No fingers press to her cheek, no hug ensues, and without touch, Lynn sends a rush of memories into Lana’s mind. The memories pour over the elf with wonderment, much like the first fallen snow, tenderly coating the ground with its chilled embrace. The visual reflections are a reprieve from her worry about rescuing the fawn, rushing to meet Eli for dinner, or other life stressors. This time is entirely devoted to reuniting with the growing girl, whom she hadn’t seen in quite some time, and they both would be faintly surprised to find that at the conclusion of the mental intrusion, there are tears welling in Lana’s eyes. Trailing her gaze to Lynn’s hand, she tilts her head to the left, and blinks away an image of the fawn. It was still alive, huddled beneath a tree, and seeking shelter on a bed of leaves. For the moment, it was surviving. “You –do- remember me…” She’s touched, that much is certain, and after a moment, a tear trickles onto her cheek, and she swallows. “May I hug you? I’ve missed you... So has your mother. Does she know you’ve returned?” Lana’s tone is soft, sympathetic, as she no longer felt the urge to be so suspicious of Lynn.


Emilia | Lynn opened her arms when the woman offered her a question. That small voice of hers probing into the mind of the elf once more, “I have missed you too, Lanara. Father blames you for my turning of talents into the wiccan arts in favor of other optionable choices that he had attempted me to lean towards,” there was a chuckle that rang into the other woman’s mind of a youthful girl that had never been heard aloud before, “The boys tend to follow his ways, but it seems once a rebel always a rebel. No, I haven’t seen her, but I have been trying to track her down. It seems that the human body scent has died away so I no longer can remember her smell properly. I am sure I will find her sooner or later. She always has been a wandering soul.” There was a small embrace as she hugged the elf in return, holding it for just a moment before finally letting her go. There on those lips was a soft smile for just a moment.


Lanara wraps her arms around Lynn, embracing the girl as though she was fearful of letting her go. In Lynn’s younger years, she had been given a plethora of hugs, almost daily! “I’ve influenced you in my witchy ways, huh? Father must have loved that!” The two giggle in unison, though only one is heard within the confines of the forest. A gentle squeeze is given, before her arms lower, and Lana sadly meets Lynn’s gaze as she claims that she’s lost her mother’s scent. Over time, one did seem to lose another’s natural scent. And being that Emilia was an Ice Genasi, it was likely doubly as difficult. “Emi is the Healer in the Adventurer’s Guild that I lead! I’m sure you will bump into her in no time at all! We are heading out Sunday morning to Rynvale.” She leaves out the dangerous task that they had laid before them, involving sharks and storms. “We’re all meeting up at the docks in Cenril. Perhaps you can meet her there before we leave port! Or you can meet up when we return? In the meantime, if you don’t have a place to stay… You’re welcome to stay at my cottage. It’s just west of the animal sanctuary in Northern Sage Forest. There’s a key hidden beneath the mat of the back door. There is a man living there… A desert born. Answers to Sandman. Just explain that you’re like a niece to me. He won’t give you any trouble.” A pause. “If that makes you uncomfortable, I can give you some gold for your own room at one of the taverns. I’d prefer if you weren’t sleeping in the woods.” She smiles, knowing that Emi would be overjoyed at reuniting with her daughter. And she also led to that rebellious nature, which showed that Lynn would make an excellent witch, as she walked her own path!


Emilia | Lynn listened carefully at the other woman. If anything the youth was indeed a good listener. The small half dragon stood there with her tail swaying behind her as she was indeed happy with this moment in time, finding someone that she knew from so long ago. Watching the world around them was a small instinct she had picked up, but nothing was askew in the world around them at this moment that the small one could find. Back into the mind of the elf, “Perhaps when you return I shall seek her out. That would seem like a better timing than departing with knowledge someone you miss is waiting for you behind you. Knowing that woman she would find more trouble with her mind in two places than one. It is good to know she isn’t dead, thank you. Perhaps I shall venture to find this cottage of yours and this Sandman. It was great seeing you, Aunt Lana. I shall see you soon. Safe travels.” That was the last of the words in the witch’s head leaving it all to her own thoughts again. Silence fell in the woods again. The small hand of the youth would wave. Seems tracking would be less needed except to find the key to the house of the witch.


Lanara finds more tears spilling onto her cheeks as she’s referred to as ‘aunt’ again. It had been a long time since she carried any terms of endearment from a family member. “It’s so good to see you again, Lynn… You are such a beautiful young lady. And you will be safe at my cottage, I promise. Stay as long as you like.” She smiles, blowing her a kiss as they part ways. Besides the fact that she was going to be very late for her date with Eli, she finds that her heart carries less weight than it had in weeks. Seeing the draconian put a smile on her face, and gave her newfound hope, that she didn’t think possible. A short while later, Lana locates the fawn, lifts it in her arms, and nuzzles her cheek against its velvety head. It was a girl, and she would certainly make it, as long as she returned her straight to the sanctuary for medical attention. “I’m going to call you Lynn…” She whispers, as she makes her way to the north.