[Keeping busy meant he didn't need to continue thinking about it. But, experiencing all that he did when returning home along with coming back to Ellipsa and be reminded of how death was but a facsimile here... it was eventually got too much.
He tried to hide it from E'kayan. After all, just before Erenville had set off after resigning as a gleaner, he had been well. He was glad to continue his mother's legacy. He thought he had been able to move on, move forward, he thought he had properly mourned and Wuk Lamat and Koana had helped him as they understood better than anyone what losing a parent was like.
But...it was perhaps still too soon, the pain still too near and Ellipsa reminded Erenville of it all too much. He withdrew. He focused on his work, which felt all too similar to gleaning and wasn't that what he decided he wasn't going to do?
Eventually, that grew to be too much. Erenville made the trip from Amberfall to Blossomcrown, using the travel time to simply be and reflect. He had a destination in mind and it reminded him all too well of his mother, the source of his heavy heart.
Cahciua's fussy bunbun sat amongst the colorful flora that resembled the closest to those found in the Unlost World's gardens. He wasn't sure why he chose these in particular, perhaps because it was his last memory of her. But, he parked himself down betwixt the flowers (mindful just where he sat, of course) and wrapped his arms around his knees. He pressed his forehead against them and silently wept.]
[He hadn't really given too much thought to it, what with the discrepancies between the calendars, but he might have known that Erenville would remember.
E'kayan wakes up to the smell of something familiar and delicious, and shuffles his way into the kitchen some minutes later with mussed hair and one hand rubbing his face, yawning and still somewhat half asleep.]
Elene'shpya? [He says his partner's name around a yawn, hiding it with the back of his hand.] What are you making?
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How set are you on the idea of living by yourself?
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for E'Kayan - Post-Dawntrail things
He tried to hide it from E'kayan. After all, just before Erenville had set off after resigning as a gleaner, he had been well. He was glad to continue his mother's legacy. He thought he had been able to move on, move forward, he thought he had properly mourned and Wuk Lamat and Koana had helped him as they understood better than anyone what losing a parent was like.
But...it was perhaps still too soon, the pain still too near and Ellipsa reminded Erenville of it all too much. He withdrew. He focused on his work, which felt all too similar to gleaning and wasn't that what he decided he wasn't going to do?
Eventually, that grew to be too much. Erenville made the trip from Amberfall to Blossomcrown, using the travel time to simply be and reflect. He had a destination in mind and it reminded him all too well of his mother, the source of his heavy heart.
Cahciua's fussy bunbun sat amongst the colorful flora that resembled the closest to those found in the Unlost World's gardens. He wasn't sure why he chose these in particular, perhaps because it was his last memory of her. But, he parked himself down betwixt the flowers (mindful just where he sat, of course) and wrapped his arms around his knees. He pressed his forehead against them and silently wept.]
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14th Nov - smol ornj birthday
E'kayan wakes up to the smell of something familiar and delicious, and shuffles his way into the kitchen some minutes later with mussed hair and one hand rubbing his face, yawning and still somewhat half asleep.]
Elene'shpya? [He says his partner's name around a yawn, hiding it with the back of his hand.] What are you making?
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