Bedivere's posh hands will become callused with all the work he has completed. His mother has him hang wet clothes on the clothes pin to dry and his mothers friends ask him to churn butter and the husbands ploy him into chopping wood. Xirna stays by his side but it becomes clear she is uncoordinated and her muscles start to shake with exertion. One moment he absolutely has to turn his nose up is changing a fairie babe's soiled linens so he practically runs away and thanks the sky for turning dark. Cider hour.
In his family's cottage, Xirna changes her clothes in the bedroom and he turns around, anticipating the transformation. She looks heavenly in a unique dress textured like a towel with heels that twist past her shin and though she stumbles he deems it silly to train her because clumsiness is charming.
"We look well matched," she states appraising his outfit.
"I am not going to drink. I will pour it over my shoulder." She laughs and takes his hand.
At the encampment of sorts, three fairies besides Dream play a an old favorite. His ears perk in pleasure, hearing them call their cards, the victories and defeats; a heated game of Slip Knot.
"Hello!" Dream calls to them. They both wave.
A male with red hair stands up. "Bedivere! Hello. Do you recognize me?"
Bedivere blinks at him, drawing nothing instead of a name. As long as he is not the brother to Zaynp, it does not matter.
"Oh. It is me. Jurial. We had grade six together."
"Ah. Nice to see you again, friend. This is Xirna, my everything." Dream winks at him.
Jurial kisses the nymph's hand and introduces her to the group. Misha, he slightly remembers, with the deep scars on her thigh. Hespero seems to be the shortest with riled energy. And Dream the flirt needs no introduction.
"Should we bring you in?" Jurial asks.
"Yes, please." Xirna smiles.
"You are truly green or make up yourself with powder?" Hesp asks her.
"I am truly green. People do that?"
"Pantheon 's chosens do." Dream rolls her eyes. "It is a trend. Next month they will glue on fur to mimic the wolves." Even though the chosens live in the capitol, their lifestyles are evident through the newspaper.
Misha laughs darkly. "It would be real fur too."
"It is not for the faint of heart," Jurial says.
Bedivere and Xirna make eye contact. It is an attempt to see if it is too soon to bring up the obvious tensions between the two kinds. They decide on too soon..
"Did the Yallebs desert the area?" Bedivere asks.
"Yes. The atmosphere has been lighter and we hope no family strikes disorder," Dream answers.
"Who are the Yallebs?" Xirna asks Bedivere.
"Zanyp's kin. If I saw her father here, my temper would inflame."
Jurial looks at his cards. "The rabble he hired to attack you left as well."
"Some fairies have no heart," Misha said. "My father included."
"I am sorry," Xirna says.
"Are you chilly?" Hespero asks her and before she can respond he strips off his coat, and prances toward her. She puts it on without refusal.
Bedivere rehearses a few lines in his head, coming up with anecdotes but all of them fall short. Xirna places a card displaying a person trapped in ice and asks what it means.
"Your avatar..." Dream points at the figurine. "Is in grave danger."
"How so?" Xirna fills in.
"It is a shitty card, not an action card." Jurial smirks.
Misha lays a card down. "You do not make it out and freeze to death."
Hespero laughs against his hands.
"Oh. Just like that?" Xirna asks Misha.
"You can regain a life," she responds. "If you pick out a resurrection card from the deck."
"There is a deck?" Xirna's eyes widen and the group laughs. Bedivere loosens up enough to accept the alcohol. He may fit in here. The shadowy grove.
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