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it is a m-most powerful night, children. kirain was beside herself with anxiousness, and while lestan shared part of this, he wanted to be more reassuring than he felt. a b-blood moon can portend many things, but it is one of the nights wh-when witches are at their st-strongest.
red light had been poured onto the earth like ruby syrup. he was grateful to see that the little ones did not seem to sense anything amiss.
when his mate sped off, lestan took a few helpless steps after her before he remembered himself. right. w-well, he said, d-do not go far.
he did not allow the three far from the welcoming embrace of the denmouth, hovering beside it like the day his son had been dove upon by the eagle. it was not quite fear he felt, but something restless and rising and great inside himself.
he felt magick.
bathed in the blooding light, lestan experienced a sense of settling so profound that his eyes almost stung.
when kiran returned, he moved to embrace her. do not be af-afraid, my dove. it looks frightening. i am f-frightened. but -- witches do not f-fear the elements of the world. we w-work with them.
his eyes glowed. sh-shall we let them do th-their first ritual?

RE: forget-me-not - Eilidh - 10/9/2025

She could feel the tension in the air. Eilidh knew little of the world. So far, days have been blue, black, and grey. The red though? The red was new, and it appears mother did not like the red. Eilidh would watch as her mother seemed so bothered, and thus Eilidh figured she should be bothered too.

Mother left the den and Eilidh squeaked for her. Father was still around though, so little Eilidh looked to him with her grey-blue eyes. He spoke then, and she tried to understand all that he was saying. There was something…special about this red?

Eilidh moved and poked her head out of the den. She smacked the ground three times with her front paw - a thing she has done every since the encounter with the grasshopper. It ensured that no harm came to her when she left. She stood just outside the entrance, her eyes looking for mother as father hovered over her.

Eilidh tried to rush forward when mother came home, but father beat her to it. Still, she loped to mother’s front leg and pushed against it as father spoke. ”R-ritual?” she asked curiously, wondering what this could be.

RE: forget-me-not - Faolán - 10/9/2025

Anxiety crackled in the air, and the little bean felt it keenly. His mother had vanished so suddenly, with barely an explanation. Was something wrong? Was Mama okay? Like his sister, he turned to his father for reassurance and guidance in the uneasy quiet.

The red light spilling through the den’s mouth made his fur prickle. It didn’t feel… natural. He couldn’t quite place why, but something about it set his nerves alight. A soft whimper escaped him as he pressed himself closer to his father while they waited.

When Da surged forward to greet Mama, Faolán tumbled to the ground in a graceless heap. An embarrassed yip slipped out before he scrambled upright, edging toward the den’s entrance. From there, he could see his parents embracing, little Eilidh nestled safely against their mother’s leg.

Faolán wanted to join them, but the trembling in his legs rooted him in place. Then his father spoke the word ritual, and his ears perked. What was a ritual?

Help? he asked softly, eyes full of hope and uncertainty as he looked to his parents for an answer.

RE: forget-me-not - Saorlaith - 10/15/2025

skill: seer (1/5)

Though they were young, the children felt the same sort of energy their parents seemed to be responding to. The moon was heavy with a strange glow, the color was never a shade Saorlaith could remember before. Dutifully she had waited for guidance from her parents, the reassuring touch from her mother returned with a quick peppering of her kisses before Mama had gone. Nervously, Saorlaith found herself checking the edges of the den, the familiar safe haven they were provided with needed to be inspected, she needed to be certain that whatever she was feeling now did not get worse. Nothing looked different and nothing smelled different, everything seemed to be exactly where she had come to expect everything. The herbal scent she associated with their family was just as it should have been. She didn't notice the return of her mother until she heard her father speaking and her little ears perked. She came forward to weave her way from one parent's limbs to the other, nuzzling gently against each parent before she looked to her siblings.

This ritual - this was different. It was new.

But the budding druid was not afraid. There was in her a great curiosity, and perhaps that would someday prove to be her ruin. Now though, Saorlaith stood at the mouth of their den with her socks 'soaked' in the red. It might have been like blood, if she had much of an inclination to think such a way. Faolán, She left her parents and sister to gently press her nose to her brother's soft cheek. Come? She would stay with him - supporting him forward, with all the love a sibling could muster. Do not fear She parroted what Lestan had said only moments before - although with the sort of confidence only a child could claim. She'd never known bad and so this meant it would be good, right?

RE: forget-me-not - Kirain - 10/15/2025

To be greeted so warmly by her mate brought Kirain at least an ounce of relief. She steadied herself with slow, deliberate breaths. Lestan was right, witches and druids do not fear nature; they thrive within it.

Her thoughts were soon interrupted by the gentle nuzzling of her daughters against her legs. She offered them a tender smile before speaking softly. Da is right. Don’t be afraid, my loves. All will be well, so long as we are together.

Her silver eyes drifted further into the den, where her son stood frozen in fear. She sighed softly. Come now, little ones. Your Da has a wonderful idea. Let us show you the strength that flows within your blood.

Turning back to her husband, a playful grin curved her lips. Shall we perform a ritual at one of the wards? It should be safe, so long as we stay together. I’ll let you lead, of course, my witchling mate.

She lowered her head to nudge her children toward the nearest ward. Stay close, little ones. There is much for you to see.

Her tail swayed gently behind her as she kept pace with her pups, careful not to walk too quickly and risk them stumbling.

Stepping beyond the Goldenwood sent a trill of anxiety through the mother’s chest, her eyes scanning the skies for any sign of danger. All was quiet, and only then did she let out the breath she’d been holding.

The walk was both beautiful and haunting, a night they would not soon forget. The fog hung heavy in the air, cloaking the world in ghostly silence. Kirain kept a watchful eye on her pups, ensuring they stayed close and didn’t wander too far from the safety of their parents.

RE: forget-me-not - Lestan - 10/19/2025

eilidh had learned her own rites, lestan observed. she was most consistent with that paw and its blow to sacred earth. he put his paw around her shoulder as she came close to himself and kirain, seeking to reassure. their voices piped, all three. come here, faolán. your sister saorlaith is right. come now, and his accent thickened lovingly. in this thy must all be united and ready.
and when the little family stood together, lestan gestured upward at the moon. this will pass. this moon is not m-meant to scare, it is m-meant for you to say your f-fears aloud. then the moon will c-carry it off, he promised carefully.
tell the moon. watch, the witch instructed, and pointed his gaze now to that round red curve. i am afraid that wh-what i love might be h-harmed, he said directly into its glow, voice singsong as he picked up the old cadence of an older song.
thoir air falbh e, thoir air falbh e, tones becoming jaunty, almost a dance, as he looked to kirain and nodded at the moon. her turn to give up the fear into the bloody hands which would carry it off.

RE: forget-me-not - Kirain - 10/25/2025

Speaking out of turn since she was asked directly <3

His admission tugged softly at her heart. She wasn’t the least bit surprised, he had always been so anxious. Still, perhaps this little rite might help soothe whatever troubles weighed on him. Kirain let out a quiet hum, but stiffened when his attention turned toward her.

Oh. Hm. What did she desire to give up?

Her silver gaze lifted to the crimson moon, radiant in all its haunting glory. I’m afraid that I am not enough for those I love. The words were painful to speak, she could feel them needling at her heart, but they were true. Thoir air falbh e, thoir air falbh e.

She followed her mate’s lead, trusting him completely. What harm could it do? Turning her gaze to her children, she smiled gently. Your turn, little ones. What do you wish for the moon to take away?

RE: forget-me-not - Saorlaith - 11/13/2025

skill: seer (2/5)

Sweetly, she'd stuck to her brother's side, beaming up at her Father with all the love her tiny body could handle - perhaps even more. If her parents were so confident, if they were so secure, then of course it made sense that their love and warmth wrapped around their cubs and made it so easy to also feel so secure. Seeing easy affection not only between her parents but to her siblings as well meant that Saorlaith modeled what she saw. She was an easily affectionate child, one who would weave between the grown up's limbs and sidle up to her siblings regularly.

The grounds she had been born to were beautiful - even with the threat of the blood moon and plague that existed beyond the safety of their den, so Saorlaith on occasion had to catch up to her family when she'd stopped in her tracks at the beauty of it all. So pretty... She murmured softly, and by the time that they'd settled where her parents wished to hold their ritual, the little girl was wide eyed with wonder. She held no fear of the world around them, not when her parents had given her the foundation she and her siblings needed to grow without worry.

Her father offered his deepest fear, her mother followed with her strongest worry. What did she fear? What did she worry about? I....I am afraid the little zips will go away. She said. Only sometimes she saw them, there in a moment and gone the next. Sometimes they danced just beyond her reach, sometimes they traced the edges of the den. She hadn't said anything about them, not realizing that it wasn't likely the other members of her family had seen them. To not see them and their little sparkle would make her sad, although she did not understand or have any thougts towards why. Thoir air falbh e, thoir air falbh e. She could not speak the words as clearly as her parents, her voice was not as strong and confident in their ancient tongue. But still, her voice did not waver. She was steady, even in her attempts to echo her parents' clearly, even if she would need help perfecting their tongue.

RE: forget-me-not - Faolán - 11/13/2025

Watching in quiet awe as his parents so confidently surrendered their fears to the blood moon, the little bean began to ponder. Was it really that simple? Could the moon truly take away such hurt?

Before he could think much longer, his sister spoke up. Faolán glanced at her curiously, eyes soft with a tender, familial adoration. If she could be brave, then so could he. I’m afraid of my family! he blurted with eager sincerity.. wait, that wasn’t quite right. Um… family gone, he corrected, voice small and uncertain as his face burned with embarrassment.

The thought of being alone, of losing the ones he loved, filled him with dread. He didn’t like this moon, but the idea of losing his family was far worse.

Trying to mirror the confidence Saorlaith had shown, he spoke the ancient words. Thoir air falbh e, thoir air falbh e. Much like his sister, the phrasing wasn’t perfect, but he didn’t care. Deep down, he felt the moon understood him all the same.

Looking to his father for approval, he waited with bated breath, tail flicking with anxious anticipation. To make his Da proud meant everything to him.