RP:The Birth Of Bachias

Synopsis: Lanara returns to Frostmaw after venturing from the lands for two weeks, with a riveting story that explains her brief stay away from Hollow. She also has returned with an immortal albino child, Bachias Spina, who is quite the handful. At her wit's end, she gives the child to the unsuspecting couple, Talyara and Linn.

Lanara :: The door to the quaint cottage is thrown open and in darts a crimson and gold robed figure, likely the figure of a woman, as one would note the supple curves of the form. The icy wind howls and the two inner rooms grow frigid as the chill from the outdoors creeps into the humble abode. The figure remains where she stands, an oversized hood upon her head, as though she were catching her breath, fingers splayed across her slender belly, as she stands somewhat bent over. Minutes tick by, as the inhabitants of the house would likely eye her with suspicion, before she stands to her full height and slams the door behind her, clearly struggling with the weight of the door as the whistling wind battles her every effort. A final ‘whoosh’ is heard before the wood clicks into place and the lock is turned into its rightful position, keeping those that were indoors, safe and sound. Lowering the snow covered hood, the woman turns to face Talyara and Linn and scowls, her cheeks a deep red from the blistering weather. Lanara hisses, the witch looking worse for wear, as her hair is twisted into knots atop her head, and died a vivid hue of neon green. A red clown nose had been drawn on her nose, and the lids of her eyes are painted, so that when they are closed, a haphazard rainbow is evident. Claw marks dot her cheeks and throat, and if one were to peer close at her lower limbs they would notice fine tears in the elegant robe, and bloodstains that had seeped through her boots. “Is Spina here… Bach Spina?!”

Linn was currently rummaging through his pack to organize a few things when Lanara threw the door open, her manner and the blowing wind causing his head to snap around with concern. “Umm…” he stammered as he slowly rose to his feet, head slightly tilted as he wondered just what was going on. When she threw the hood down his colorless eyes widened in surprise, her question bringing only more confusion. “Lanara? What *happened!?*” A small pause followed before he approached to take her in a hug and walk her over to a chair. “Who’s Spina?” he asked, confused.

Talyara was dressed in her simple attire, a tight sweater and plain black leggings. She decided to forgo shoes, padding around the cottage in her bare feet. Long, chestnut tresses were tamed atop her head in a high ponytail and thick-rimmed glasses were perched in front of her big, emerald eyes. As Linn worked in his pack, Taly was busy straightening up, moving fluidly between the kitchen and living room area. Stitch lay under one of the armchairs chomping happily on a rabbit bone, grunting his approval. Taly was sweeping near the hearth when the cottage door was thrown open, causing her to jump in surprise. Taly shifted her gaze to Linn in confusion when the figure entered and didn’t move until Lanara lowered her hood. Upon seeing her hair and makeup, Taly squealed in fear and immediately hid behind Linn, clutching at his back. Eventually, she peered around at her sister, shuddering slightly when she noticed the fool’s makeup that she wore. Taly had always been terrified by clowns, even as a young girl, so Lanara’s appearance was most daunting to the witch. So preoccupied was Taly by the makeup that she didn’t even notice the claw marks or tears on her sister’s clothing. Lanara’s yell of asking for...something, caused Taly to hide behind Linn once more. “What are you talking about Lana? Bach Spina?”

Lanara returns Linn’s hug, though it’s rather lazy and her right arm appears limp, as she’s unable to get a firm grip on the enchanter. Dragging herself over to a chair, she welcomes the assistance and visibly twitches at the mention of ‘Spina’ as though the mere mention of the one she was seeking had caused her severe distress. The witch shakes from head to toe, and slides from her boots, wincing as her robe is lifted to unveil the sick sight of her ankles, which were covered in ugly bite marks and welts. Something, or someone, had clearly gotten hold of the empath and had tortured her, it seemed. Lana lifts her neon green head to peer into Linn’s gray eyes and nips her lower lip, shaking her head. “Bachias… The little bastard! I thought I was doing a good deed, I just didn’t realize –why- he was caged up in the first place. Feral little shi-“ The woman’s words trail off as she hears a loud bang in the adjacent bedroom, and she immediately leaps from her chair and limps over to Talyara’s side, hugging her sibling close. “Taly… The things I have seen and done, back at Kelvar... I hope one day that you can forgive me. I…. Well… Kelvar is no more, and it was so awful. But we will talk later about all of that… I returned to the lands with the last remnant of our home.” Pausing, she releases her sister from the embrace and turns her rainbow painted eyes to the bedroom entrance. The fact that her beloved sister and best friend hadn’t seen or heard from her in more than two weeks, without explanation, was momentarily forgotten, likely from all, as an albino child runs into the room and bares his teeth at the trio. The child appears to be about six or seven years of age, and is an almost translucent white in skin-tone, including his hair and eyebrows. The only actual pigment on the child is the eyes, which are sanguine. The boy appears to be human, though there is something otherworldly about him, and he looks as though he could very well be a spawn of something quite sinister. As he peers from Linn to Talyara, and finally rests his dark gaze on Lanara, he grins wickedly and drops to all fours, before kicking his feet into the air and marching over to the trio, on his hands. “You rang?!” He inquires, before sinking his teeth into Lana’s left ankle, again, for the umpteenth time this week. “Bachias!!!” She yells, while reaching down and grabbing a handful of the child’s alabaster locks, and tugging roughly. The small child growls at the authoritative witch and socks her in the stomach, before wrestling from her grasp and running laps around the room, knocking into everything in his path. Lana extends her hand to explain, while her other hand hugs her aching stomach, when Bachias fixates on Linn and narrows his eyes. The child turns his head, in such a way that it was sickening to watch and would kill a mere human, as the bones are heard breaking, and his head swivels around his shoulders, in nearly a perfect circle. “Look at you, turdface! That’s some nice armor you got there… Why not give me some coins so I can go and get something sweet!? That witch only gives me uncooked potatoes to gnaw on!”

Linn was left more in shock than anything as the events with Lanara and Bachias, very nearly shooting his own leg out to guard the witch before it was too late and the teeth were already sunk, the absolute vileness of the child and his reactions throwing his predictions at what would happen next completely off. His twisting head, after everything proved to be the least surprising thing somehow. When he demanded the gold coins the enchanter shook his head with a stern look. “Not if you’re going to be that way.” The flap over the top of his pack closed itself, unable to be opened by anyone else unless they figured out how to overcome the enchanted clasp that held it shut. He was already really on edge, given what the kid did to Lanara and even went so far as to stand ready to interdict any more attempts at injuring her. Bite attempts on him wouldn’t work quite so well, the leather doublet around him still marked with patches of scale and mail around his joints and stomach, along with the readied ability to turn it diamond-hard if he really had to.

Talyara looked towards the bedroom when the crash came, shifting her eyes between Linn and Lanara. When her sister moved to give her a hug, Taly returned it, but somewhat reluctantly. That makeup was still freaking her out slightly and she was trying to stifle her anxiety. The mention of Kelvar being no more caused the witch’s mouth to fall open in surprise as a million questions popped up in her head. She was unable to answer any of them because the sudden appearance of a child caused Taly to scream and hide behind Linn once more. His biting and hitting of Lanara at least answered the question as to how Lana got hurt but how had this child become so violent?! She wrinkled her nose when he approached Linn with his awful language but shot Lana a look when the child said Lana had only fed him uncooked potatoes.

Lanara watches the oddities of the child, somewhat relieved that he was semi-behaving, for he was growing tired as it was getting rather late. If only they had witnessed his behavior, earlier! Clearing her throat, she motions to the child and begins to explain again, mostly to her sister, as Bachias seemed so enthralled with Linn and his armor, or perhaps it was his coin purse he was truly after. Anyhow, Lana offers Taly an apologetic smile and begins to dab at her face with a cloth, aiming to remove the stubborn paint from her nose and eyes. “I went back to Kelvar, to visit mother’s grave, and found that your father and many others had left the village. Our old coven was being run by Priestess Cupo, you remember her? That obese mongoloid that was always so rude to mother?! Well, apparently she’s the high priestess, as we had left. They were performing dark magic… You won’t believe the things I had seen, and the things I had to do, to set our home right again. Well… I ended the coven, and all of the lives in it, and the abominations they had created. Sadly, there were casualties, and I don’t think –anyone- will ever inhabit Kelvar again. It’s not meant to be lived in, now. And that saddens me…” Pausing, she peers at Bachias as he begins to stomp his feet and glare at Linn, before vomiting at the enchanter’s feet. Chunks of raw potato stain the floor and the sickening stench of the bile reaches Lana’s nose, nearly making her vomit, as well. “Um… He was in a cage. An abomination… I mean, erm… Well, he was ‘created’ by them and he is only a child. He’s only six and it’s not his fault that he was created. So I took him from the cage, and only then did I realize how feral he is, and he bit through five enchanted leashes. I even tried to kill him, at one point, but he won’t die… He’s immortal, and frozen at whatever age, he truly is…” At this, Bachias turns to Lana and growls. “NOT SIX! I SAID SEVEN!” As the tantrum diminishes, and the makeup is cleared from Lana’s face, she moves to a mirror to tame her green locks, eyeing the child and Linn warily in her reflection. Talyara is the next ‘victim’ on the list as the tot runs over and wraps his arms around her legs, resting his freakish skull against her knee. “Mama…” He whispers, softly, clinging to the elemental witch’s form. Though the moment is short lived, as he sneers at Linn, points to Taly’s privates and shouts, “You want in?!”

Linn kept his gaze fixed on Bachias as Lanara’s story came from behind him. He’d talk to her about this later. The child would have very little luck snatching the coin he kept on his belt either, or any of the other pouches. It wouldn’t be the first time, or the last, that anyone had ever tried taking his stuff and at this point it would be quite difficult to succeed in doing so. The stench of vomit led him to scrunch his own nose with a slow, tight breath as the next story led to a twitch of the eye. He knew of a potential way to circumvent that immortality, nasty as it would be. In the end it was all met with a curious ‘huh’ before the child went up to hug Talyara with the pointed finger, bringing a very even, disappointed look of ‘no.’ He wasn’t even going to dignify him with a response right now until he quit being so disagreeable.

Talyara was appreciative that Lanara was working on taking off her makeup, but continued to stay behind Linn especially now that the child was so close. Emerald eyes fixate on Lanara’s as she began to tell the tale of her home, Taly’s face falling at the news that their home was no more and her father once again fled. The sound and smell of vomit caused Taly to cover her nose and mouth with her sweater. When the child wrapped his arms around the witch’s leg and proceeded to call her “Mama” her eyes widened further as she looked between Linn and Lana and then back to Linn, completely missing Bach’s vulgar question to the enchanter.

Lanara shakes her head, as the stench of the vomit mixes with the punch to her stomach, and she begins to dry heave. Choking on her own phlegm, she covers her mouth with her good hand, while the right arm hangs limp, against her stomach. Bachias was a handful; she’d give him that, as the child was vulgar, impatient, bratty, and possibly demonic. Still, she didn’t wish to ‘kill’ the child, as it wasn’t truly his fault that he was created and so ill-mannered. Being a product of dark magic, it was no surprise that he behaved in such a manner, and for this, Lana felt responsible. It was her and Taly’s old coven that had created the abomination, and he was the final remnant of Kelvar. She had –no- choice but to try and give the child a shot. And since he appears somewhat taken with her pretty sister, she grins, somewhat sadistically as she turns around and rests her spine against the wall. “Taly… My love, my sister, my soulmate… Um… You’re a mommy! And Linny! You’re a daddy!” Seeing the incredulous looks on their faces, she’s about to explain her reasoning, when Bachias takes over for them both. Digging his sharp nails into Talyara’s thigh, he turns to face Linn, though he doesn’t really ‘see’ him, as his eyes are now rolled into the back of his head, so only the white’s show. “Great idea, Auntie LaLa! I had no idea that pretty head of yours was capable of forming thoughts, who knew?! This hottie can be my mommy, and that macho armor jerk can be my daddy. I can’t –wait- to start the bonding! I hope you both like fire!!! I can get used to living here! I even have my own room!” As his words end, Bachias places a kiss to Taly’s knee, and runs into the adjacent room, though he makes certain to toss a handful of potato puke at Linn’s face, on his way. As he enters the bedroom, he leaps onto the bed, and begins to jump and down on it, unleashing menacing shrieks of glee, as he jumps higher and higher. Lana sighs softly, and tosses a potato at her sister, hoping she will catch the vegetable. “Thank you both so much for adopting him… I hope he brings you both great joy. I know you both will be amazing parents.”

Linn had to resist the urge to immediately rip Bachias from Talyara the moment his nails dug into her flesh for fear of making the situation worse. Honestly, right now it felt *anything* he did would make it worse. The child’s words were lost at the concept of being a parent for *this*, and all of the shenanigans that would ensue. When he had run off into the bedroom Linn approached Talyara to reach an arm around her in apology for the minor wound. “I… umm…” his head tilted up as if to ask the heavens through the roof of the house ‘why?’ “This… I don’t…” He turned his gaze back to Lanara with an expression of raw shock, speechless.

Talyara winced slightly as Bachias dug his nails into her thigh clenching her teeth as she felt the fabric tear and blood begin to seep through shaking her head at Lanara when she mentioned that her and Linn would be the adoptive parents. Was she crazy? The peck on her knee caused Taly to drop her head to look down at the child before he ran away into the bedroom and began jumping on the bed. When the witch looked back at her sister she saw her throw the potato, easily catching it. Taly opened her mouth to say something but no words came out, almost shocked when she found Linn’s arm around her. Why hadn’t he fled already? After several moments she turned back to Lanara and managed to squeak out, “I can’t.”

Lanara slips out of her robe and shrugs the sleeves of her sweater up, to begin stitching her limp arm, every so often raising her chocolate hues in the direction of the bedroom. Bachias had gone from jumping on the bed to sitting in the center of the room, and howling up at the ceiling. Every few minutes he would shout oddities, such as ‘the sun is a monster’ and ‘not a fan of the moon’ as well as other indecipherable sayings. Oh yeah, she –had- forgotten to mention his fear of the sun and the moon, as the child was somewhat agoraphobic. Well, they would figure it out, and on cloudy days, he was more likely to behave. As she knots the last stitch and winces slightly, she rummages in the cabinets before finding the gauze she was seeking, and begins to bandage her arm. Nothing is said in response to Linn or Taly, as she couldn’t find the right words to speak and the howling and shouting from the anti-christ-like tot, filled the silence. Eventually, she lowers the fabric to cover her bandaged arm, and meets both of their gazes, grey and emerald, and they would notice that her chocolate eyes that used to shine like diamonds, were now somewhat dull. Lana’s time from the lands had hardened her heart, made her wiser, and equally broken and mended her already fragile heart. In a clear voice, she speaks matter-of-factly to the couple, her voice and gaze not wavering once. “You have no choice, as –I- am more unfit to care for a child, than anyone! I don’t even have a home of my own… If Desparrow and I don’t work out as lovers, I will have to resort to renting a room above the tavern, again. And raising a child in a bar, especially –this- child, is out of the question. Liquor is flammable! And the riff raff he would come in contact with, it’s not right… Also, Des has a son of his own, that I’m finding it –very- hard to bond with… I have little to no income, and I didn’t have a father to raise me, and look at the issues I live with! Linn… You and little Bachias can bond! You can take him fishing, and hunting… Taly, you can teach him the true ways of the Goddess, and he already seems to like you! I just… Please? I can’t just leave him to die… What if I babysit, once a week for you? That way you both can have a date night, and I can um… Clean your house, watch him, do whatever…”

Linn saw the wounds on Lanara’s arm before sighing with a quick “one second” and heading into the bedroom to find Talyara’s disinfectant tincture, acting as if Bachias wasn’t even there before coming out with the liquid to hand it over to her. “Clean it first. Don’t want another infection.” When she spoke of being unfit for handling a child herself he dropped to a sitting position in one of the free chairs, rubbing his forehead. “I don’t spend anywhere near enough time here to raise a child. And I can’t either. There are just too many things going on and I spend way too much time of my life half-dead.” The mention of fishing and hunting brought another shake of his head, his experiences with such ventures next to none. “I don’t know… he’s got a ways to go…” he barely managed to mutter out, his head spinning at the prospects.

Talyara had sunk to the floor, still in disbelief, hugging her knees to her chest. The position was all too familiar, having suffered a massive panic attack the previous night. Taly’s heart thudded in her chest hard and her breathing was uneven. Her hands were balled into fists and her fingernails dug into her palms causing little droplets of blood to form there as well. It would seem that the witch was trying to hold on and keep a full blown panic at bay. Lanara’s explanation as to why she couldn’t handle the responsibility was only half heard, emerald eyes trailing on the enchanter as he went into the bedroom to retrieve a tincture before settling himself in the chair opposite her sister. His own explanation of not being in a position to raise Bachias was understandable but it did nothing to ease her own anxiety. The truth was she didn’t want this responsibility either, but it seemed as if the other two weren’t giving her a choice. Slowly standing on wobbly legs, she quickly swiped a few rogue tears that had escaped her eyes. She moved to the door to slip on her boots and throw on her cloak before muttering an “excuse me a minute” in a dangerously quiet voice before slipping outside.

Lanara frowns at Linn’s words, and makes certain to dab some of the liquid onto her appendage, before rewrapping the wound. The ankles could wait until later, as she wanted to venture to the bathhouse and rid her body of the blood and memory of Bachias and his sinning ways. “Linn… He’s perfectly fine being alone. Just tie him up somewhere, or leave him with a nice potato to gnaw on, really…. Raising children is so easy! I just don’t have the finances, love, or patience for him… And uh, his appearance freaks me out. I dislike albino’s… I look at him and it literally shakes my brain, I often imagine three or four albinos, and it takes me forever to get right, again…” Lana sighs, knowing that it was more than the pale appearance of the kid that unnerved her, though she softens as she meets Taly’s gaze, which was a few shades darker than her current hair color. “Taly… I think –you- need this. Our mother was so amazing, and you knew her for longer than I did! I was sent away to master my magic and empathy… You had so much more love in your life, and –two- parents to learn from. I think if anyone can alter his personality, it’s you… Even if he just learns to love you, it’s enough.” Feeling as though her words were going unheard, Lana stops talking, and walks over to Stitch, to scratch the pup behind his soft ears. Bachias enters the room and eyes the dog, though he makes no move to harm it, thankfully. Perhaps he was fond of animals? Without a word, he opens the door to the outside and slams it behind him, before he pelts Talyara with a snowball. “Mommy! Let’s play!” He offers, sensing her sadness, and perhaps, finding his own heart able to soften, even if it was just for ‘one’ being.

Linn sighed as Talyara took her cloak and slipped outside while he made sure Lanara healed up her own wound properly. He could at least find her soon to figure out what to do about this if she decided to go anywhere from the cloak or the charm he had given her, but unless she went off to some concerning place, mostly out west, he’d allow her some time by herself. Bachias wouldn’t give her that chance though it seemed, though he was still left unsure on how to proceed. Lanara’s words weren’t lost on him, even if they weren’t directed towards his way. When the dust had settled and he was left here with Lanara he sighed. “I can only hope he changes. That kind of life… just doesn’t feel like a good one to live. I honestly don’t know what I can do for him. To think people could do things like this to others…” he shook his head. “You were right to destroy everything there if they were doing things like this. I only wonder if it’s possible to undo the damage now that it’s been made.” With another sigh he turned his hand and curled his fingers as if grasping at something, unsure just how much of his behavior and condition could be helped at this point.

Talyara didn’t feel the snowball hit her back thanks to Linn’s cloak, but Bach’s words were heard in the still night air. She turned to face him, noting his simple attire that Lana must have found and thankful he at least had a jacket on. “Not now, alright?” She replied softly to the child, “And call me Taly.” This was all too much for her to handle and having a maternal title was bound to set her off at this point. “You should go inside before you get sick,” she called out to Bachias before slipping around the side of the house, resting her back against the stone wall and sliding down it. The witch gulped the cold as she pulled her tented legs to her chest once more, hugging them close and leaning her forehead against her knees. Soon Lana would leave. And she was pretty sure Linn would leave neither wanting the responsibility nor wanting to deal with the taming of the child and Taly couldn’t blame him. “What am I going to do?” she whispered to a breeze that bit the bare skin on her face and neck.

Lanara frowns, as she pulls Stitch onto her lap, and loves on the small dog, rocking him from side to side, as though he were a small infant. “I’m sorry, Linn. I know this was all so sudden, and that I had –no- right in coming here and literally forcing you and Taly to adopt a child… But I have to believe that there is one good remnant of our home left, especially after I had to destroy everything! From the forest, to the homes, to the residents, to my coven… I have taken a dozen lives, by my own hands, and magic. I wasn’t going to take another, let alone a caged child. He is very calm on cloudy days, and I have had him around Taylor and he hasn’t laid an unloving hand on an animal, well, at least not in my presence. He does enjoy eating live rats and mice, though… As a treat. But other than that, he’s harmless, to animals. He’s also not fond of men, or those that use any sort of magic… Maybe it’s because he was created through magic? I’m not certain. I have had him by my side for about a week, and it’s been tiring. But when he’s alone, he’s rather quiet and semi-behaved, at least until he sees me or anyone else… Taly is the first being that I have seen him speak nicely to, and want to engage in conversation with… Even if he hates everyone else, maybe they can grow to bond, with each other.” Lana’s voice trails off as she cradles the small puppy in her arms, absently stroking the silken fur, while watching Linn’s face. “Has something happened to your hand?” Outside, Bachias frowns, his first non-tantrum throwing moment of upset, since the beginning of time. As Talyara lightly scolds him and stalks off, he is left, snowball in hand, and sniffling. “Mo-“ He responds, only to talk to the wind, as she was no longer in view. Not getting the hint, he dashes around the side of the house and smashes the large ball of fluffy snow roughly against the side of Taly’s head. “Mommy Taly! Why don’t you want to play? But… If you don’t love me, Auntie LaLa said that no one else will…” Bachias stares hard at the visibly upset witch, before he slides against the house, tents his little legs, and mimics his new mother’s pouting.

Linn huffed sadly, even nervously when the mention his hostility towards other men and magic came. “Great…” he passively muttered as Lanara continued. When she asked about his hand she shook his head. “No. Just… feeling I guess. Like I could do something to pull apart the horrors that were set on him.” As he went over the rest of her story he nodded slightly. “We’ll figure it out. Somehow. He probably won’t take well to me at first at all but… maybe I could crack it. Show him there’s a good side to what I do. He’s gonna push the limits on my patience…” he trailed off with a sideways look and a chuckle. “Guess I just have to raise them. I’ll see what I can do, what little it looks like right now. At least maybe get to know him at first.” Talyara’s continued presence next to the house left him satisfied so far so he wasn’t going to leave quite yet. As the shock wore off, Linn seemed to soften up for now, though there was steel in his expression that he knew he’d have to face some abuse before being able to get to the kid and make their condition livable.

Talyara winced slightly as Bach’s snowball hit her forcefully in the face, quickly reaching up to wipe the remaining snow from her now bright red cheek. The witch remained silent, shifting her emerald eyes to the side to watch the child move against the wall and slide down, hugging his legs to his chest, mimicking Talyara’s posture. Lofting her brows she looked down at the child. “Just call me Taly, please. No mommy.” Heaving a heavy sigh when Bachias began to explain what Lanara had told him, she stretched her legs out in front of her. “Why are you so nice to me, anyway?” She asked him quietly, her hands idly moving through the snow beneath her body.

Lanara grins, lowering Stitch to the floor, and crossing her legs, unable to flash a smile at Linn. Well… -I- often test your patience, and you have grown to love and accept me as a sister… So I don’t see how Bach will be any different. You just have to adapt to his unique behavior, and I think the three of you will be a wonderful family. He just needs time, and space… Let him grow on Taly, and then try and teach him how to be a man.” Extending her palm, she gives Linn’s arm a pat, in an effort to reassure him that living with the evil child would be a ‘fun’ experience. On the side of the house, mimicking Taly’s posture and facial expressions, Bachias chews the inside of his cheek, as if deep in thought. “Well… You are pretty nice to me, too. Sort of… Even if you won’t play or be my mommy… You are very pretty and you have a pure heart, where I am told I am only evil. I dunno. I guess I just am drawn to your gentleness.” Swallowing hard, the child awkwardly rises to his feet, white cheeks turning crimson with color as his shyness is evident. With a few blinks towards Taly, he eeps and runs around the side and back into the house, having urinated in his pants, along the way. Upon seeing Lana with her hand on Linn’s arm, the child whips off his pants and undergarments and throws the urine stained attire at the enchanter, glaring. “She is outside upset, and you are in here, macking on her sister?!” The crude behavior of the child would be expected as of now, though the level of intellect he held, would still astound even the wisest of beings. Lana shakes her head, green locks clinging to her face. “Linn is my –friend- and you are too smart for your own good! Though it’s cute how you are sticking up for Taly…”

Linn raised his shoulder to make Bachias’ urine-stained clothes land on his armor rather than square on his face before he sighed and… smiled? At the kid before actually speaking to him softly. “I figured I’d give her a bit of time to herself. Neither of us was really expecting you and I was nearly surprised out of my mind. I didn’t handle things as well as I should have as a result maybe. Sorry.” He chuckled with a sad sigh, “Just take it easy okay? Hope you two had a nice time while you were out there. I’ll see you again in a bit.” Getting up he nodded to Lanara and Bachias before making his way out the door to loop around the house and find Talyara curled up against the back wall before walking up next to her and dropping down to mirror her position, save for reaching his arm (the not-urine soaked one) around the witch in an assuring hug again. “This is going to be crazy…” he muttered before nudging her lightly, “I know you’re not ready for this, *I’m* not ready for this. So? How not-ready are you for this?”

Talyara remained silent when Bachias gave his explanation as to why he was being so nice to the witch. His blush and subsequent eep as he ran off was curious and caused Taly to furrow her brow in confusion. She leaned her head back against the wall and closed her eyes, her mind swirling with so many things at once a migraine was beginning to pound against her skull. She heard someone approach and knew it was Linn, just being able to sense his presence and recognize the sound of his footfalls. She allowed him to wrap his arm around her, keeping her silence when he acknowledged her feelings and reiterated his own. “I’m not ready for this at all, but Lana isn’t giving me a choice,” she answered softly. “But -you- have a choice,” she explained, looking up at Linn with a sad smile. “I don’t expect you to stay and deal with this mess,” she confessed, her emerald eyes shining with tears she refused to let fall.

Lanara watches the interaction between father and son, widening her eyes in suspense. Linn was going to murder the child, for sure! No? Well… That was unexpected! Even Bach stands there, naked from the waist down, and speechless, merely blinking at Linn in response, though there was a hint of mischief remaining in his blood-red eyes. As the enchanter exits the house to check on Taly, Lana rummages in her satchel and removes a large grey rat, which she gives a peck on the head. “I’m sorry…” She mutters, before offering the rodent to the immortal child, which he happily begins to gnaw on and devour, regardless if it was wiggling and squealing in an attempt to survive being eaten. Not wanting to watch the disgusting dining, Lana rises to her feet and wraps her robe tightly around her figure, as she lifts the hood over her head, and exits the house, without a further glance at the child. The witch knew that the trio had to get a bearing about the situation and start bonding, and she didn’t want to interfere, or add her influence, so with that in mind, she leaves Frostmaw, though she plans to return in a day or two. Meanwhile, Bachias relishes at the blood spurting in his mouth, the bones being crunched by his strong teeth, and the slurping and sucking of the now-dead rodent being swallowed and entering his hungry stomach. This excites the child so much, that defecation is next on his list, for enjoyment and relief! As Taly and Linn would re-enter their home for the evening, they would find the albino squatting over the kitchen floor, rat tail hanging out of his blood-stained mouth, and brown stool oozing from his bare arse, onto the floor, and adding to the already large pile of feces. Mid-turd hanging from his rear, he would give his new parents a half grin, spit out the tail, and finish going to the bathroom. “Hi, mommy and daddy!”