Noctisardor Bypass ave verum corpus
Rivenwood
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sorry eb i know we have our other one still but i just have so much muse LMFAO no rush on this! keeping vague timeline wise <3

andras built his chapel from nothing.
the giant was where he chose for the procession. he spent an entire afternoon plucking wildflowers and scattering them beneath the shaded base. the stream, too, was set with rosepetals and christened with fresh wild yarrow, dancing along the rocks and glittering with droplets in the sunlight. on the bank laid skinned meat and a handful of sweet berries, plucked from the pharmacy and fermented just for an occasion such as this. filtering between leaves was now the sunburst glow of evening.
it was delicate. intimate. holy.
the father's head tips back in a call for @Heda, chest thudding with a long dormant anticipation.
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Rivenwood
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making some assumptions! <3 tags for ref!

@Druid had left rivenwood to isolate herself, and heda did not think she had experienced such a loneliness since the death of caracal. she was on autopilot,
hunting for the children and quietly answering their questions.
more than once she had laid inside the den of dawnleaf, crying out, asking god to please protect druid, to not do this. to not take more.
she tried not to think of @Anselm at all, forcing herself not to avoid him, despite the fact that every tendril of his pathways twisted her spirit with the seed of rejection.
the giant, rendezvous and now altared place, was where she found amadeo.
vulnerable, she tried to toss off the veil of her sorrow, golden eyes moving over the glowing evening light which illuminated the beauty of his offerings.
the scent of roses were in her nose when she finally glanced curiously at amadeo, warm despite the strain on her pale features.
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what has happened?
something was wrong. he had not seen heda in only a few days, and in that time — she changed. she is sallowed and vulnerable, metaphorical robes drawn over her chest and yet revealing a sliver of olive skin. something was wrong; truly wrong.
which meant andras had an opportunity.
he invites her to sit with him, gesturing to the meat and to the berries. i believe i am meant to say peace be with you, he tries to form a light tone, create safety in the soiled and tense air. but you do not look so peaceful.
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she was not sure what to say; her eyes fell with appreciation upon the prettiness of the repast, but her stomach was too put upon by her own mental convolutions to consider eating. 
anxiously worrying the stem of a flower between her forepaws, heda tried to think of what excuse she could give to cover druid — but she did not need one.
"my last oldest children, they've gone, in the night. it's just the boys and i now." ezra and gideon and their failure of a mother.
tears spilled crystalline down her face; "why did god give me so many blessings, so many children to love, if he was just going to take them away one by one? why did he give me this heart," heda sobbed, "if he was just going to break it again and again?"
and now, poor fool she felt she was, the red-nape was crying for anselm too.
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within seconds, it seemed, heda was crying, and if she were anyone else, he would have struck her.
instead, he reaches for her, guiding her slender face toward his chest in an embrace, resting his head tenderly atop her own. he breathes in the saltpine of her scent and when he closes his eyes, he can almost feel shaba.
uncomfortable as it was to have a female release their feminine emotions unto his grace, he allows it for a time, listening to her wavering voice. he almost feels a twinge of sadness for her, burning somewhere unknown, deep and low within him.
everything happens for a reason, he reminds her softly. god has a plan for you, heda. he does not want you to feel this pain. and you will not forever.
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