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WHAT in person
WHERE the farm, though feel free to have encountered the GHOST HORSE
WHEN Night 3/Day 4 morning
NOTES ADVENT OF THE GHOST HORSE and/or MILD MANNERED PETTING ZOO ARRIVAL! (open/see below)

[anyone out wandering past Day 3's midnight (definitely doing something productive and not trying to find munchies or stagger home drunk) who happened to skirt too close to the wide-open spaces near the lake or woods might have gotten the fright of their lives last night. a dim, pale shape resolved in the distance, accompanied by an inexplicable ringing sound. if they were unlucky enough to be standing in the wrong spot, the chiming got louder and louder, and before they quite realized what was happening some kind of huge ghostly creature had swept past with desperate speed, an invisible force pushing anyone in the way off their feet to safety. A VERY SCARY GHOST!

a single resident of Quiet Mounds alone heard something else in this period: a familiar noise in his head.]

[...there's no explanation for the Ghost Animal Mystery if that just so happened to scare you last night. but if you arrive at the farm anytime past early morning Day 4, a beautiful white horse now seems to be part of the petting zoo. she's eating her hay in the field peacefully, barely flicking an ear at you; well, it's not like horses take a lot of notice of humans normally. or talk.]

((Notes: anyone can feel free to handwave Yfandes scaring you on Night 3, she wasn't paying attention to who she almost ran over! GHOST HOOOORSE. I'll play out her nearly running you over if you really want to and comment to that effect. otherwise, please check my stats and link me to your own/let me know anything you want her to be able to sense from your character! thanks guys ♥))

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:I-if I could come to the conclusion that it was alright—:

[a long pause suddenly. his brows furrow, mind clouding with deep uncertainty]

:. . . 'Fandes, he's even younger than I am right now . . .:

:I expect he was that much younger than you, when you were fifteen years older...:

:Yes! I understand that. But if we were lovers. And then he met, and lost, his lifebonded. Then either he wasn't with me very long, or he wasn't with him very long, and either way, it doesn't . . . make sense?:

[...troubled...]

:I do see what you mean. You would have had to have a very passionate relationship in the time you had together, for him to react like this.:

[equally concerned—less stressed out about himself suddenly, and more Herald Vanyel on the case of something that seems Wrong]

:And even then, I should definitely be of secondary concern. He lost his lifedbonded very recently, they said.:

[there's my boy]

:Could it be that you were helping him to recover from the loss of his lifebonded?:

:He said it's only been a couple months since then.:

[a long pause. growing . . . dread?]

:He also said . . . after his lifebonded died, he waited for a bit, then—went off somewhere to try to die. He mentioned Medren. He said "I feel really guilty toward him. I know he was worried about it but I did it anyway.":

:He didn't mention me.:

[interested and concerned, being a sounding board as usual; it's a familiar pattern for them.]

:It's possible that he didn't want to tell you anything about your future self. Would that make sense? I asked him to tell me about his past with us, but he wouldn't... he said he didn't want to hurt us.:

:We agreed that he wouldn't say much, and I wouldn't ask. But we weren't talking about me, at that moment. What I mean is, it just seems like I couldn't possibly have been—there, with him.:

[hesitates...]

:...it does sound like a place where mentioning "you and Medren" would have made more sense, if you were there.:

:Either way, it seems very unlikely that I was there. We could have been out on a mission at that time. He did say that his lifebonded was a Herald. It's possible it was a wartime situation and I'd been sent away and had just no knowledge of his loss. Which is terrible in and of itself, given that I had to have been close enough to have possibly been a support . . . either way, it means that if we were together, it wasn't during those few months. Unless it was a very brief time—but then, even if we assume he was only with his lifebonded a few months? Gods, gods . . .:

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:The timing would work out - just - if he was with you for a few months, then found and lost his lifebonded all in the time when we were away. But it's a strange situation...:

:He speaks to you. He's met my mother.:

[confessing]

:It's not necessarily remarkable that he's met Treesa if he's friends with Medren. But truly, that first is something that threw me off balance quite a bit, my dear. It's strange enough to be in a place full of spirits and nonhumans like the dyheli to speak to. I don't think fifteen years would have changed the way we prefer to go through our Chosen.

I didn't doubt his sincerity - you should have seen his face! But I can't imagine how that happened.:

:There could have been circumstances . . .:

[he sighs, exhausted by this, pressing his face against Yfandes again]

:Is it alright for me to know? Everything is already so out of control that I can't imagine knowing more or less about this potential future would mess things up more.:

[tiny snort]

:I would rather know, myself! But I do understand Stefen's worries. I can't imagine that he or Medren has any experience with this sort of situation. There aren't many Foresighted Bards.:

[slight hesitation, then]

:I told him... if he wanted to tell me anything first, I could try to advise him on whether you should know, or how to tell you. Is that all right, Chosen? I thought it would be, with him so concerned...:

[seems startled, then thoughtful. really thinking about that for a moment, sorting through his feelings]

:I don't mind that. However . . . it puts you in the position of trying to figure out what to hide from me. I don't know if I like that sort of situation.:

[stamps a foot lightly, hoof ringing; rueful]

:I don't necessarily like it either, but it's doable.:

:But is it necessary? I don't much like the idea of others deciding what's best for me. Even you, beloved.:

:I don't blame you... in fairness, I made the offer knowing that I couldn't imagine advising him to do anything other than tell you everything, my love. It isn't as if we don't know what outcomes the future may hold for the Kingdom... he was just so very skittish.:

[a little troubled]

:I suppose he could tell me something that changed my mind about that, but I don't know what it could be.:

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[smoothing a hand down over her back, sighing. loves her . . .]

:We can't tell what outcome it would have in the grand scheme of things, no. There's no use trying not to learn things just because it might affect my judgement later. We're already totally off the map, there. All that I think we're looking at is—how it might impact my relationship with them. Isn't that right? I might try to be putting myself into a mold I'm not suited to, rather than just getting to know them as they are. As I am.:

[rubs her soft nose on his cheek, a warm huff of breath stirring the hair around his face]

:That is a real risk. You've worried about what role you would play in the future before... what people would expect from you. Do you think that those worries were borne out?:

:I think it's . . . already too late to think about that. There's no unknowing what I know, and the lack of knowledge is just . . . stressful. Incomplete intel is often more dangerous then none at all, isn't it? It prompts one to act based on sketchy assumptions.:

[sighs...]

:I think I agree. You're trying to fill things in for each other already, aren't you?:

:Yes. And putting Medren in the middle. And driving each other crazy.: